CHAPTER 42
Carrie
“I can ask Nia to have the rest of the week be just us,” Gage said. “We don’t have to do anything tonight.”
“Yes,” she replied.
“Yes to what, exactly?”
“Yes, ask her.”
“Okay.” Gage exhaled, and it made Carrie’s own nerves almost disappear entirely because Gage was nervous, too.
“Yes, you should ask her, but also yes, I want to be with you tonight. If you do, I mean,” Carrie added.
Gage’s eyes widened, and she asked, “Tonight?”
“Here.”
“Here?” Gage asked in a much higher voice than she’d used a second ago. “As in here? On this blanket? With me?”
“Yes, with you.” Carrie chuckled. “God, you’re so… confusing.”
“I’m confusing?”
“Yes. You were so, I don’t know, standoffish and tough, wanting sex and only sex, or so everyone thought, and now, you’re just…” She smiled softly. “You’re nervous and sweet. You’re beautiful, kind, and… I want to be with you, Gage.”
“Are you sure? Carrie, it’s your first time.
I’ve been someone’s first time before, and I’m pretty sure she regretted it later.
I don’t want you to regret this. I want it to be perfect for you.
We’re outside in the dark on a blanket. I only have bags of chips and pretzels.
” Gage picked up a bag of pretzels with her hand and held it up.
“You should have candles, music, and, I don’t know, flowers and stuff, and it should be in a bed. ”
“If you want that for you, we can go back to the house now. I’m sure the TV will play music for us, or we can grab our phones. I know there are candles. I’m not so sure about flowers, but we can figure something out. If you want that, Gage, we can go back and have it. But I don’t need that.”
“You don’t?”
“I want you here now. Look up, babe.”
Gage looked up into the sky.
“Stars. The moon. The trees. It’s perfect right where we are, and I can’t think of a better way to end my perfect day with you than to actually be with you.
I want it to be you. I’ll admit that I’d be pretty pissed if you left me out here after or didn’t stay the night with me when we get back to the house, or if you decided to spend the next night with, like, Sharon or something, but–”
“I won’t,” Gage interrupted her. “I won’t. I don’t want anyone else here. I want you.”
“Okay. Then, have me,” she said and promptly realized how ridiculous that sounded. “That’s weird. I didn’t mean it like that.”
“It’s okay if you did,” Gage replied. “I’d like to… have you.”
“Are you nervous, or was I just projecting before?”
“No, I’m very nervous,” Gage revealed. “You have no idea.”
“But why? You’ve–”
“Not like this. I’ve never done it like this before.”
“Like what?”
“With someone I want to make chicken soup for,” Gage explained.
“You really want me to get sick just so you could make me soup, don’t you?” She laughed.
Gage moved into her until Carrie was lying beneath her on the blanket, with Gage on top, staring down at her.
“I never want you to get sick,” she said. “But if you do, it’ll be really good soup. I’ll make it from scratch, if you want, but if you need it faster than that, I’ll run out and get the best soup I can find. Carrie?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m not confusing. I’m just not this way with a lot of people.”
“Why are you this way with me?”
“Because I want you to see all of me. That’s how this works, doesn’t it? Nia scolded me for a reason, and she was right to do it. I was naked when she did, so I kind of–”
“I’m sorry. What? You were naked? How did Nia see you–”
“I might have needed a release one night when I didn’t get any, and I’d used this special lube, so the outside wasn’t going to cut it. I have a suction cup dildo that I brought with me, and I needed somewhere to stick it.”
Carrie laughed and covered her mouth.
“I embarrassingly went to the bathroom to do that, and I was naked on my way back. I didn’t expect to be seen, but I don’t think she even looked down. So, she didn’t see much.”
“You stuck a dildo to a wall or something and got yourself off?”
Gage nodded and said, “And they were good orgasms, too. Top-notch, if you ask me.”
“Wow,” she replied. “I wish I had seen that.”
“Maybe next time,” Gage said, settling more between Carrie’s hips.
“Next time? You plan to repeat this?”
“I have a wall at home that’s in my bedroom. It works just as well as the bathroom here. And, yeah – when I’m getting off on my own, I still like it hard and fast sometimes.”
Carrie’s hands moved to Gage’s back, and she slid them under her shirt, feeling her strong back as she ran her hands over it.
“Tell me more,” she requested softly.
“Really?”
“It’s turning me on.”
“Not off? Me fucking myself like that isn’t a turn off for you?”
Carrie shook her head.
“What do you want to know?”
“What do you like? Be honest with me. Don’t just tell me nice and slow all the time because you think that’s what I’d want. I already know that’s not true.”
“You know me so well after just a few days, huh?” Gage teased and rolled her hips down into Carrie, who spread her legs a little wider.
“No, but I know enough to know that.”
“I like to fuck,” Gage said. “Hard and deep.” She rolled her hips again. “And I like it when a woman goes down on me and sucks me so hard, I can’t see straight.”
“Jesus!” Carrie said more at the feeling of the growing wetness between her legs than Gage’s actual words.
“I like to give a woman exactly what she wants. I can come from it. Making her feel good makes me feel good.”
“You’re making me feel good right now.”
“I haven’t even started to make you feel good,” Gage replied. “And I’ve never been good at the slow and romantic stuff.”
“Making love?”
Gage nodded and said, “But I want that tonight.”
“What if I want the other stuff?”
“Do you?”
Carrie nodded back and said, “Not tonight, but another time, yes. I want that.”
“You can have anything you want,” Gage told her and rolled a little more. “God, Carrie. You have no idea how hard I am right now. I’m so turned on, it’s crazy. I’ve wanted you since that kiss last night.” Her hand moved to Carrie’s breast, and she cupped it. “Did you mean it? You want this?”
“Yes,” Carrie answered. “Touch me.”
Gage lowered her mouth to meet Carrie’s, and as they kissed, her hand slipped to where she instantly found the side zipper.
She must have been paying attention earlier, where it was, because she had it undone in an instant, and the front part of Carrie’s dress was pushed to the side, where she was able to wiggle out of it, and her bra-covered breasts were revealed to Gage for the first time.
Gage’s eyes appeared to be locked on them, and Carrie didn’t really understand why.
They were just boobs. Hers weren’t that great anyway, and they were still covered, so Gage couldn’t even see them.
Gage lifted herself enough to remove her shirt, and her sports bra was gone next.
Then, Carrie got it. She couldn’t stop staring at Gage’s small breasts and the hard nipples that were either cold or turned on; maybe both.
She didn’t really care which. She just sat up fast and took one into her mouth.
She had been dreaming of sucking on a woman’s nipples and couldn’t wait any longer.
“Oh, shit,” Gage said. “God, that’s good.”
Carrie moaned and massaged Gage’s other breast in her hand.
Despite it being small, it fit perfectly in her hand, and she loved the feel of rubbing over it when the nipple hit her palm.
Gage groaned. Her hands went to Carrie’s bra.
When it was unclasped, Carrie let her push it off her body more than gracefully remove it.
“Lie back, baby,” Gage told her.
“I like where I am right now,” she replied and moved to Gage’s other breast. “Your skin tastes so good.”
She licked Gage’s breast before she sucked the nipple.
“Fuck! I don’t want you to stop doing that, but I want to touch you.”
“I’ve never had a woman’s breasts in my mouth before. Give me a minute,” she said and returned to her sucking.
“You’ll make me come.”
Carrie stopped and looked up at her.
“Really? From this?”
“I told you, I’ve been turned on like crazy. Now, you’re touching me.”
“Did you use that magic lube before we came out here or something?”
Gage laughed and replied, “No. It’s just you.” She used that as her opportunity to distract Carrie, and soon, Carrie was lying on her back, with Gage on top of her. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”
“Where are you going, exactly?”
“I’m wearing jeans. I need them off. And we’re both still wearing shoes.” Gage leaned back and took off Carrie’s shoes. “Just… don’t move. One second.”
Carrie smiled as Gage stood up and moved so fast, she nearly tripped over her own feet, trying to get off her tennis shoes and jeans. Finally, her hands went to the waistband of her boxer briefs.
“Wait,” Carrie said.
“You changed your mind?”
“No, I just wanted to know if those are the underwear you normally wear when you’re wearing that non-functional dildo.”
“Oh. Yeah, I usually wear this kind of underwear. Is it not… Do you not like it?”
“Gage, I like everything about you so far, including your underwear. Even when you were standoffish, I still stared at you. Can you wear that for me another time?”
“What I was wearing the other night?”
Carrie nodded and said, “When we’re not here anymore and still dating.”
Gage smiled and replied, “Yeah. We talked about that last night. You know I will.”
“And the one we can use? I want that one, too.”
“I have a few you can choose from, or I’ll go out and buy new ones. We can pick them out together. Whatever you want.” Gage slid off the boxer briefs and knelt between her spread legs. “You know something else I like?”
“What?”
Gage reached beneath her dress and pulled off her panties, holding them up for a moment before dropping them onto the blanket.
“If you don’t want to, it’s okay. It’s not like a requirement or anything.”
“What are you talking about, Gage?”