CHAPTER 24
Kristina
Her ex-wife hadn’t been very nice in general toward the end of their marriage, but when it came to their sex life or lack thereof, she’d been downright mean at times.
Kristina had put up with it for too long.
She knew that now more than she understood it even right after her divorce, and she was ready to finally overcome the nerves and embarrassment of having the kind of sex she wanted to have.
Last night had been great, but it had been more about healing and, in a way, being there for Debra, who had been doing the same thing for her, and less about the act itself and the amazing orgasms she craved.
She hadn’t come inside in years. Even when she had tried herself, nothing had worked, and she had tried everything.
She’d attempted using various toys, tried different positions and angles, watched good sex scenes in her favorite sapphic films, and watched porn, some soft and some hardcore.
Her preference was always two or more women in a scene, but she’d even tried straight and gay male porn because she’d been desperate.
Still, her brain had always gotten in the way.
Well, not really her brain; more her ex-wife’s brain and specifically, her voice.
“Why can’t you come with my fingers inside you?” her ex had asked her repeatedly. “I’m doing what you tell me you want. You tell me to flick, I flick. Come on, Kristina.”
Kristina pushed those words and so many others out of her mind as she walked into the thankfully empty den with Sharon.
She was glad that no one else appeared to be out of their room but worried that they might get in trouble because they were supposed to spend thirty minutes on those cards.
Hopefully, Nia wouldn’t find them out here and ask what they were doing.
“Anything stand out to you?” Sharon asked.
Kristina moved closer to one of the shelves lined with six dildos to take a look.
Some were larger than the others. Some had bullet vibrators inside; others didn’t.
Some looked realistic and flesh-toned, while others were in neon colors.
One glowed in the dark. She wasn’t sure she’d ever need a glow-in-the-dark dildo, but she would keep it in mind for another time, maybe.
“I’m thinking not super realistic and not large,” she said. “I haven’t used one in a while, but the one I have used most recently on myself at home is pretty tame.”
“Okay. How about this one?” Sharon asked from behind her and pointed to a pink dildo that looked reasonably ridiculous and also about the right size for her to take in.
As that thought hit her, Sharon’s arms snaked around her from behind, and Sharon’s lips landed by her ear.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes,” Kristina whispered.
“It sounds like your ex-wife might have been kind of a bitch who didn’t show you how beautiful you are.”
“Um… Yes.”
“I’d like to make sure you know. Even if this goes nowhere beyond tonight, okay?”
“Yes,” she agreed.
Sharon’s hand then snaked up under Kristina’s shirt and moved across her skin.
“God, you’re so soft.”
“I… moisturize,” she blurted out and closed her eyes in embarrassment.
“I can get dressed if you want,” Sharon said and kissed her neck, seemingly not caring that she’d just heard that at all.
“I kind of want you to get undressed.”
Sharon chuckled against her skin and replied, “I meant undressed and then dressed, if you catch my drift.”
“Oh, yeah. We can take that one and go.”
“I meant in here.”
“What?”
“No one’s around, and there’s a desk…”
“You want to do this out here?” she asked.
“I want to give you what you want, and I have a feeling that you’d love me to take you from behind over this desk. Is that a right or wrong feeling?”
“Jesus!” Kristina swallowed. “Right. It’s right. But I’ve never had sex in public. I don’t know if I can. Coming inside for me takes forever, if it happens at all, and someone could walk in on us.”
“We can go back to the bedroom, then,” Sharon offered as her hand moved to the button of Kristina’s pants, and she undid it. “I’m so turned on right now, Kristina. I have been since last night.”
“Last night?”
“I had someone take care of what I needed last night,” Sharon revealed and slipped her hand into Kristina’s underwear, cupping her. “I’d like to take care of you tonight. The pink one has a vibrator, so I might come, too, but it’s okay if I don’t. Would you like that? Me coming inside you?”
“Yes,” she admitted, moving her hips against Sharon’s hand.
“You want me to show you how much I want you?”
“Yes,” she repeated, leaning back into Sharon’s touch.
“Then, I will get undressed and dress for you. You take off everything so that I can see all of you and move to that desk.” Sharon backed away from her, found a harness on one of the shelves, and asked, “Lube preference?”
“I doubt I’ll need it,” she stated and quickly tore at her clothes. “You just got me crazy wet.”
Kristina couldn’t believe that she was about to be naked in a wide-open room that anyone could walk into at any time.
She also couldn’t believe that she was about to get something she’d craved for literal years; that she was allowing herself to explore things in a way she’d never been brave enough to do before.
Maybe that was what part of this week was for.
Love, yes, but also exploring and healing, feeling safe with women who are trying to do the same.
“Best compliment in the world,” Sharon said of Kristina already being soaked for her as she removed her clothing and let Kristina take her in.
Sharon was in her twenties, clearly, and her breasts were small and perky.
Kristina wanted to suck on her hard nipples, but she wanted something else more.
When Sharon slipped the dildo through the ring, Kristina focused on that and not the words her ex had said to her over and over again about it being weird that she was a lesbian who wanted this.
Sharon opened a small bottle of lube that was on a shelf with more packets of the stuff and condoms in case anyone wanted those, coated the dildo in the lube she’d chosen, and asked her, “Want me to go down on you first?”
“No, just… Take me,” she said before turning around and lowering herself onto the desk, which was relatively bare, save for the few basic office supplies.
Kristina pushed some of those items aside to be able to reach the end of the desk to grip it, feeling like she might need something to hold on to, and did her best to push all thoughts away, even some of the good ones, giving herself over to her desires for the first time in her life.
“God, look at your ass.” Sharon rubbed it with her hand and moved to the other cheek, repeating the motion. “So perfect.”
“Please,” she begged.
Sharon moved the dildo between her legs and dragged it up and down slowly while she rubbed Kristina’s back and ass with her free hand. When that same hand landed on Kristina’s hip and gripped it, she knew what would happen next.
“Oh, fuck!”
“Okay?” Sharon checked.
“Yes! I want it. Fuck me!”
“Oh, yes,” Sharon said and gripped her hips with both hands.
She thrust, and Kristina began feeling the vibrations of the bullet then.
“You can… go harder.”
“My pleasure,” Sharon replied, and her thrusts turned deep, fast, and hard.
Kristina thought she might have a bruise the length of her abdomen from being pressed into the desk harder and harder with each thrust, but she didn’t care.
She was getting fucked by a woman who wanted her, who told her that she was beautiful and sexy.
Tears welled in her eyes because she had never had this with the one woman who was supposed to love her more than anyone else, and she didn’t think it was too much to ask for.
“Fuck. You feel good,” Sharon told her. “I never… talk like this. I like it.”
“Me too,” she replied with a little laugh.
Then, she stopped laughing because it couldn’t be right.
She hadn’t come inside in years, yet the still somewhat familiar rush of an orgasm was starting between her legs and moving outward.
She could feel her toes and fingers tingling, but that had happened before when she had tried to come inside by herself or even with her wife, and she’d always ended up losing focus, which meant that she’d lost her orgasm, too.
She was determined not to lose focus this time as she listened to Sharon’s grunts behind her and felt the vibrations when the dildo pushed in deep.
“Faster! I’m coming,” she said and couldn’t believe that those words were true. “Oh, my God!”
Kristina was coming. She was coming inside, and that feeling took over her entire body.
Her hips begged to move, but they were pressed to the desk and couldn’t, which somehow made it even better.
She tried to hold in her screams of pleasure, remembering that they weren’t in a bedroom, and bit down on her bottom lip as she crashed hard after going over the edge.
Sharon slowed her thrusts then before stopping completely, but she remained inside, and Kristina let a few tears fall before she wiped her eyes.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“No, you gave me exactly what I needed.”
“Yeah? Should I pull out?”
“Yes, but only if you intend to go back in,” she replied, sniffling. “God, that was amazing.”
Sharon pulled out but left the vibrator on.
“Did you come?” Kristina asked as she turned to face her and stood up, wiping at her cheeks. “Sorry. Lame.”
“What? No, it’s not,” Sharon replied and wiped Kristina’s cheeks free of tears for her. “Want me back inside?”
“Yes. But did you not–”
“I didn’t, but I’m close. I could come if I’m back inside you.”
“I think you have opened some pretty big flood gates there.” She laughed nervously.
“Lean against a shelf,” Sharon suggested. “Just bend a little, and I’ll go back in. I can touch your clit that way, too.”
“Yes, please. That sounds perfect.”