CHAPTER 44
Sharon
“Oh, hello,” Nia said.
“Um… Hi?” Sharon replied when she took in the very naked Nia, who had just walked out of the bedroom Becky and Helena had spent the previous night in, which meant they were likely in there again.
“You’re…” Debra pointed at Nia.
“Babe!” Sharon laughed and pushed Debra’s hand down.
“Sorry, I thought you’d all be in your rooms,” Nia said.
“Nope,” Sharon replied, making sure to look into Nia’s eyes. “Kristina and Jennifer are in the backyard, and I think Gage and Carrie are… outside, too. We were just, well, shopping.” She held up the dildo they’d chosen and the bottle of lube she’d picked out. “Supposed to taste like cherry.”
“Right. Well, I’m going to take a shower,” Nia said. “I’ll see you both in the morning.”
“Okay,” Debra replied, and when Nia walked by them, Sharon widened her eyes in Debra’s direction.
“She sleeps with clients?” she whispered as they walked toward Debra’s bedroom.
“Maybe just Becky. They know each other.”
“What about Helena?” she asked once they were in the room.
“Maybe all three of them were together,” Debra said. “God, I bet that would be…”
Sharon lifted her eyebrow and asked, “Should I ask Nia if she wants to postpone that shower?”
“No,” Debra said quickly. “I only want you. And I want you right now. Do me a favor and take off your clothes. I’m getting dressed. Face that wall?”
“Okay,” she replied and turned to the wall with the door on it before she started removing her clothes.
A minute later, Debra came up behind her, and Sharon smiled because she knew what was about to happen.
“Now, press your palms to the wall for me, baby.”
Sharon did.
“And spread your legs.”
Sharon spread her legs.
“Are you ready for me?” Debra asked.
“Yes,” she replied.
“You’re going to taste like cherries in a minute, and I can’t wait to lick you.”
Sharon wasn’t sure where this part of Debra lived most of the time because she wasn’t like this at all until she was, but it turned her on like crazy to know that Debra was revealing this part of herself to her right now.
Debra pushed Sharon’s hair off her shoulder and kissed her neck while she dragged the dildo between her legs, and Sharon gasped.
“You know what I want,” Debra said.
“Yes, I do. And I plan to give it to you.”
Debra pushed inside her, but just enough to let Sharon adjust.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this again.”
“Again?” she asked, turning her head back to Debra.
“Being this way, I mean. I haven’t… I haven’t been like this in so long.”
“Sexy as fuck?” she asked.
Debra nibbled on her shoulder and said, “Fully myself. I am quiet and mostly prefer to keep to myself, or at least, I have been, more so since I lost her. But I met you, and here I am, about to fuck you because you asked me to, and I want to. I want to be myself again.”
“I want you to be that, too. I like all of you,” she said. “God, I didn’t think it would actually work.”
“I’m pretty sure it works just fine.”
Debra pushed in farther.
Sharon smirked as the dildo pushed in deeper and said, “I was referring to Nia’s methods. She’s really got it all figured out, huh?”
“She’s got something figured out, because I’m pretty sure she just had a threesome with Becky and Helena.”
“And she introduced us at the right time.”
“What do you mean?”
“You needed two nights before me, and I needed the nights before you.”
Debra kissed her and replied, “Yes, she got that right.”
She pressed into Sharon.
“Oh, that’s…”
“Can we stop talking? I’d really like to make you come.”
“Shutting up now,” she replied and pushed her hips back into Debra.
“Yeah, like that. Do that again.”
Sharon’s hips pulled away and then pushed back toward Debra, who had her hips gripped hard.
“I want to watch you take it slowly first.”
“Yes,” Sharon replied.
Debra moved her hips, too, pushing the dildo in all the way before she slowly pulled back until only the head was left in.
She repeated this over and over again until the room smelled of their arousal mixed with cherries, and yes, it was Debra’s arousal, too.
Sharon could smell her, and she breathed her in while Debra made a slow rhythm, moving herself sometimes and other times, Sharon’s hips.
“Can you rub my clit, baby?” Sharon requested.
Debra didn’t reply, but her right hand snaked around, and she began slow strokes in time with the thrusts inside.
“Yes, that’s so good. Don’t stop.”
“Tell me when you’re ready for harder.” Debra kissed her neck and moved her lips to her ear, “I want to really fuck you.”
“Now. Whenever you want. I’m ready.”
Debra wasted no time. Her hand moved away from Sharon’s clit and gripped her hip again.
“Touch yourself if you want. Just stay in this position.”
“Okay.”
Sharon lowered her own hand between her legs and began stroking her clit.
“God, I want this,” Debra said, rocking into her.
Everything Sharon had wanted, Debra managed to be.
She was soft and lovely in bed one moment and hard and take-charge in the other.
She was sweet and smart. She was beautiful, even though she didn’t seem to think so herself.
She was funny, and Sharon loved cuddling up with her just as much as she loved being taken by her. Well, maybe almost as much.
“Too hard?” Debra asked after a minute.
“No, I’m close. Don’t stop.”
She couldn’t keep her hand on her clit and stay standing up, so she moved it back to the wall, and Debra was really able to go harder and faster then.
“Yes, baby. Yes,” Sharon said. “Fuck! I’m coming!”
“Come for me,” Debra replied.
Sharon’s orgasm ripped through her body, and the only thing she could focus on was the fact that she smelled cherries and that she’d never come this hard in her entire life.
“Oh. Again?” she said. “Fuck! Again!”
Debra didn’t stop, thankfully, and Sharon thought she would be done coming, but a second and even more powerful orgasm pushed up from her center and landed somewhere in her fingers and toes until she finally had to pull herself away from the dildo and toward the wall, letting it probably flop out of her.
Her forehead went to the wall, and Debra moved in behind her.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she said, laughing a little. “I just can’t stand on my own.”
“Lean back. I’ve got you.”
Sharon leaned into her and asked, “Where did it–”
“I took it off. It’s on the dresser,” Debra answered, referring to the dildo. “I thought you might need a break.”
“Definitely.” She chuckled and turned in Debra’s arms, leaning her back against the wall.
Debra looked very proud of herself and placed her palm on the wall by Sharon’s head. Her free hand moved between Sharon’s legs.
“I didn’t get to give this enough attention,” she said and stroked Sharon’s clit.
“Seems like quite the oversight on your part.”
“Can I remedy that right now?”
“You better, because if you don’t, I’ll have to do it. It’s so ready.”
Debra removed her hand then, and for a second, Sharon thought that she was going to make her touch herself and maybe watch her do it, but instead, Debra knelt in front of her and tapped her thighs. Sharon spread her legs for her without hesitation and waited for what was to come.
“Shoulder,” Debra instructed.
Sharon placed a leg on Debra’s shoulder and smiled as Debra stared at her. She ran her fingers through Sharon’s folds and looked up into Sharon’s eyes. Then, her tongue slipped out, and she licked her.
“I think I’d prefer you to just taste like you, but cherries and you isn’t a bad combination.”
“No?” she asked, running a hand through Debra’s short hair.
“Not at all,” Debra replied before she lowered her head and sucked.
Sharon’s head went to the wall behind her.
She kept her hand on the back of Debra’s head and thought about how she’d ended up here.
Losing her job had been the worst day of her life.
She hadn’t been sure she would find anything else in tech, and then, she hadn’t, so she’d taken a job at a coffee shop, barely making rent, and she’d felt so guilty for saying yes when Nia had called her to tell her she’d been accepted to this event.
She’d worked hard to find people to cover her shifts at the last minute and still felt that guilt on the plane because she shouldn’t be wasting money.
That was how she had thought of it, but when she came for a third time, this time from Debra’s very talented mouth, she felt guilt for ever thinking that way at all.
Clearly, this was meant to be. She was supposed to be here, kissing Debra’s lips after pushing Debra playfully down to the floor so that she could climb on top of her because she was so happy and couldn’t wait to touch her.
“Babe, let me take the harness off.” Debra laughed.
“You taste like cherries now,” she said, laughing, too.
“Regrets about grabbing that lube?”
“No, but now I want a cherry pie,” she replied. “With ice cream.”
“Maybe you’re just hungry,” Debra suggested.
“Take that thing off now,” Sharon told her. “I want to touch you.” She climbed off Debra and helped her remove the harness as fast as they could. “Tell me what you’d like.”
“Inside, please,” Debra said. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Sharon moved back on top of her and asked, “Want cherry lube?”
“Yes,” Debra replied. “I probably need it.”
“You know I don’t care at all about that, right? I don’t think it means that you’re not turned on or don’t want me. It’s just the female body and what it goes through. I’ll never take offense to it, okay?”
Debra nodded and said, “Thank you for saying that.”
Sharon kissed her and reached for the lube. She squirted some on her fingers and rubbed them together a little to warm it up first.
“Are you ready for me?”
Debra seemed to sigh and said, “Yes. I think I really am.”
Sharon realized the seriousness of that statement and said, “We have things to talk about, I know.”
“Tomorrow. Or, another night, at least. I know we need to figure out what happens after this, but not tonight. I’ve had the best day and night with you so far. I don’t want to think about us being apart yet.”
“Okay,” Sharon agreed.
They lived a thousand miles apart. They’d talked about that during their lake picnic, but only to get more specifics that they’d also been avoiding.
They hadn’t discussed what they’d do after this trip, and Sharon was worried because she didn’t have money to fly back and forth for visits.
She also didn’t want to have to ask Debra to pay for her to go there or for Debra to fly to her every time.
It was something they’d have to address, but Debra was right: it shouldn’t be tonight.
So, she slid inside Debra and watched her eyes close as she began long and slow strokes.
“Slow for the rest of the night?” she requested.
“Yes, please,” Debra replied, and Sharon kissed her.