by Cora Jay
It just felt… right and natural.
24
Harika
Harika honestly hadn’t had any idea what she’d been expecting, but it wasn’t this. Ellie was surprisingly good for someone who hadn’t had same gender sex before—or so she assumed. She followed Harika’s guidance but took her own initiative, and as their bodies slipped against each other, the velvety skin feeling amazing, she moaned into the other woman’s ear, feeling an orgasm building like a coil in her abdomen.
“God, Ellie, you’re good.”
“For someone who hasn’t had sex with a woman before?” asked Ellie slyly.
“No! You’re just good at sex, period. Wow.”
Ellie went at it with more enthusiasm, making out against Harika’s neck and slipping her tongue all around the delicate skin there. There was a sheen of sweat on her skin and Harika licked at it, making her way to her jawline.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of even more tattoos. Duh. Of course someone with that many tattoos would have more of them in hidden places. Her curiosity was piqued and she leaned over, tracing her hands over the designs. She couldn’t tell what they were in the darkness, but she’d have to ask later.
“I’d love to get on the bed finally and lick you down there,” said Harika, growling the words into Ellie’s ear.
Ellie stiffened, her body becoming a little more rigid, though she gamely kept trying to work on Harika’s body.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” said Harika hastily.
Good. She relaxed, and was returning to her previous momentum.
“No, it’s fine, sure,” Ellie said. Her voice was husky and soft, without a trace of irritation or fear.
That was a close one. In Harika’s experience dating girls who didn’t yet know they were gay, escalating would be a problem. It freaked some people out, while others wanted to go immediately. Harika could wait—it would be disastrous to go into it underprepared.
She smiled, glad to have something to look forward to.
The rubbing up against each other was all very well, but she wanted to try something different. She gently pushed Ellie toward the bed, still kissing and sucking at her neck and nipples. Then she pulled away and pushed Ellie down, so that she sat on the bed, and came and sat next to her.
“Lie back,” she said.
Ellie hesitated.
“Go on,” said Harika. “I want to go down on you.”
You could get anyone to do anything with that magic phrase. Ellie quickly moved to lay back, and wiggled up onto the bed so that she was comfortable. A slight breeze came in through the window to the balcony, which was still open, stirring the white, translucent curtain.
Harika couldn’t wait to have that clit on her tongue. She bent down over Ellie’s quivering form and kissed up her thighs, teasing the tender skin there. She even nipped at it a little, delighting in making Ellie jump. The human body was absolutely like an instrument, one that could be played, if you were perceptive and intuitive enough to figure out where the buttons and strings were…
Ellie moaned when Harika languorously licked around her core, brushing her tongue over the small tuft of hair there. Her clit was already fully engorged, so Harika took a finger, gave it a good fondle, and parted Ellie’s lips so she could lick it easily.
This simple gesture made Ellie thrash on the bed. Well, if it was that easy to get her going, this was going to be very interesting…
Harika slipped her tongue down over her lips further. She couldn’t wait to feel the lady come in her mouth, but she’d have to take it slowly.
There was so much more fun that could be had if she didn’t rush things. It was evident—to her, at least—that Ellie was on the verge of bursting, and Harika would have to play her carefully if she wanted to extend the experience, maximize the pleasure.
It was no less than Ellie deserved.
Harika stroked the inside of Ellie’s thighs with her finger tips, even using her fingernails, and delighting in the way the woman twitched. She glanced up to see Ellie’s eyes shut tight, biting her lip. The sight was so erotic that Harika’s own orgasm stirred and she nearly came. The tension in Ellie’s taut body was evident. She was trying to hold back to enjoy the experience further. Harika would have to go easy on her. Or would she?
She decided to start on a steady pace, licking her clit easily. The taste of her core mixed with the smell of Ellie’s musk and her sweat and Harika’s sweat and oh, it was sensory overload, making Harika ravenous.
The glimpse she’d gotten of Ellie’s beautiful, pleasured face made her want to see what she looked like in the throes of ecstasy, when she’d totally lost control. She needed to see what Ellie looked like when she had transcended any of her worries about dating a woman, forgetting about the present moment and entering another place of consciousness entirely.
And Harika was going to be the one to do it to her. She diligently kept stimulating Ellie’s clit, settling into a pattern that she knew was sure to get her there, slipping a finger in or teasing her thighs when appropriate to add the right dash of extra pleasure. Ellie grew tenser and tenser, her moans became heartier, her whimpers more keening. She was getting there, all right.
Harika took a brief moment to speak, continuing to stroke Ellie with her hand. “You gonna come for me?”
“Yes,” squeaked Ellie, pressing the side of her face into the pillow.
Harika chuckled before going back to licking her, working her with a consistent rhythm, layering extra sensations to bring her to the very edge, gradually speeding up and adding more pressure until…
Ellie came, shuddering against the bed and moaning as her orgasm overtook her. Harika kept going, though she couldn’t help but glance up at the face of the beautiful woman on her bed. Her own core was throbbing, desperately wanting attention of its own. But this moment was all for Ellie.
Ellie found her words again soon after she came down for the orgasm, panting heavily and covered in sweat. She scooted up the bed so she sat up against the pillows and looked at Harika with wide eyes.
“What… What in the world happened?” she asked, her mouth breaking into a smile.
“You came,” said Harika simply, crawling up on the bed to sit next to Ellie. She was painfully aware of how swollen her clit was, but she didn’t want to pressure Ellie right now, instead letting her bask in the afterglow.
“Gosh…” said Ellie, rubbing her head sleepily. She looked too adorable, and Harika was only too willing to come up next to her and hold her closely. Ellie settled into her, relaxing easily, still overwhelmed by the sensations flooding through her.
“I can’t believe how good that was,” said Ellie, blinking. “I mean, not that you woudn’t be good, but I mean… It was just so different…”
“That’s because those with vaginas know best how to pleasure vaginas,” said Harika in a faux-haughty tone. The two women started laughing, and sank into each other even more. Their skins were sticky and damp with sweat, but Harika didn’t care. It was like a layer of ice had been broken.
Ellie glanced at Harika’s crotch. “Um, we should take care of you too, should we?”
“You shouldn’t have to do anything,” said Harika. “What do you want to do?”
Ellie blinked. “I’ll… I’ll give it a try.”
Before Harika could say anything else, Ellie was bent over her, licking her slowly with her mouth. Even though Ellie didn’t have experience giving oral sex, she was starting off like a pro—one of the many benefits of dating someone with the same genitalia.
“Mmm, that feels good,” said Harika encouragingly, leaning back on the pillow and relaxing as it became increasingly evident that Ellie knew what she was doing.
Ellie licked Harika’s clit and all around, using the flat of her tongue to go up and down, toward the bottom, where she slipped a tongue in her entrance. By now, Harika was about ready to explode, but she could handle a little bit of teasing… Just a little.
Thankfully, after a delightful round of kisses on Harika’s thighs, Ellie went right for the main event, taking Harika’s clit and slowly going up and down with her tongue, using a hand to expose it properly.
Harika closed her eyes and focused on the sensations as Ellie worked her clit, her heart beating faster and a fresh sheen of sweat covering her chest and limbs. Her chest heaved with exertion as she worked her way toward an orgasm, her legs tightening and her back arching, delivering her further, deeper into Ellie’s mouth. She groaned and grunted and started thrusting, resisting the urge to grab Ellie’s head and just fuck her.
Ellie knew what she was doing, though. She just kept going, relentless, drawing the orgasm out of Harika through her consistent rhythm of pleasurable sensations, and when Harika came, she moaned loudly, not even caring whether anyone heard. Now this was a damn good orgasm. She hadn’t had oral sex in way too long and had forgotten how potent it could be.
Ellie licked her to clean up and sat up. “So, how was it?”
Harika opened her eyes and saw hope in Ellie’s. She wanted to know if she’d done a good job. She was hoping she’d done a good job.
Harika sat up and scooted over to Ellie, giving her a big hug, wrapping her tightly. Ellie laughed and pressed her face into Harika’s arms, and the two fell over, entangled on the bed. Harika drew them up to the pillows and placed Ellie in a more comfortable position.
They sat in silence for a little while, their breathing slowing and heart rates going down. Harika really had to catch her breath after that orgasm—who knew someone like Ellie would be able to eat pussy like that? Damn.
“You’re amazing, Ellie, you know that?” said Harika.
“Really?”
The look in Ellie’s eyes was too much—she was asking the question sincerely, almost like she didn’t believe it. How was it possible that someone like Ellie didn’t believe in how wonderful they were?
“You are,” said Harika, kissing her on the nose.
“If you say so,” said Ellie.
“Are you okay?” asked Harika.
“Why do you ask?”
“Your first gay experience, right?” Harika laughed a little. “Figured I’d check in on you.”
“Oh. Yeah, yeah. I’m good. I mean, I have some feelings I need to process, you know, about the fact that I might be into women… But the sex was damn good. That’s some solid evidence,” said Ellie.
Harika stroked Ellie’s hair, running her fingers through the silky strands. “Okay, good. You let me know as soon as you’re not okay, right? And then we’ll work through it together.”
“Really?”
“I mean it.”
“Huh,” said Ellie, in a tone of disbelief.
“It wouldn’t make any sense to push you further than you’re comfortable. We can go at your own pace.” Harika kissed the top of Ellie’s forehead, stroking her cheek.
“That’s… that’s nice to hear,” said Ellie.
Harika smiled to herself, content.
25
Ellie
Aaron wanted to hang out again, and thanks to Ellie’s budding relationship with Harika, she had absolutely no qualms about doing so. Her worry about Aaron had completely dissipated. She had Harika now, so why should there be anything to worry about?
The one thing that stuck in her mind was Aaron’s implication that he wanted to get Bella back. At this point, though, Ellie wasn’t even sure if she had imagined it or not. Aaron couldn’t be that bad, could he? Ellie’s positive feelings toward Harika were making her feel charitable toward everyone else. They could all be friends now and it would all be great.
Aaron had texted and asked to have tea at her place. Previously, he used to do coffee with all their other friends, but now, it had become tea. It’d be nice to see his new place and hang out. He’d asked Ellie to bring Bella as well.
She was wary about that request, but she didn’t want to go into this in bad faith. She brought the dog, who seemed to be eager to go on an adventure, and made her way toward Aaron’s new apartment.
It turned out to be farther than even where Harika lived, but Bella was up for the walk, excited to see a new place. When they stopped in front of Aaron’s building, she sniffed around curiously. Maybe she recognized her former owner’s scent.
When Aaron came to get the door, she beamed. “Glad to see you for drinks again,” he said, smiling sweetly. “Even if they’re not alcoholic.”
“I am always down for a drink,” said Ellie, ushering Bella in.
And this time, I’m going to keep my distance.
It looked like he had already started boiling water for tea, so he popped into the kitchen and prepared it while Ellie unleashed Bella, observing her behavior carefully. She looked around, nervously. There was no way Ellie was going to let Aaron have her, if that was his ulterior motive. She wasn’t the best at determining how people worked, but when it came to Bella, she was pretty protective.
“I learned how to make chai tea,” said Aaron. “So here you go.”
Chai. Not chai tea. Chai means tea, so really you’re saying tea tea…
As he brought a tray with two cups and some cookies, Ellie couldn’t help but wonder if Harika knew how to make chai and if so, what would it taste like. It would probably be really good, if her cooking was anything to go by.
“This is nice,” she said, taking a sip. A little milky, but overall a strong result.
“Thanks.” Aaron grinned and sat down on the chair across the table from her, reaching over to scratch Bella’s ears. Bella didn’t seem to put up a fuss, but Ellie couldn’t tell what she was thinking. It had to be a weird situation for her.
“So, how have things been lately?” Aaron asked.
For a wild moment, she considered telling him about Harika, and how she was happily embarking on a gay relationship. But that would involve discussing their previous sex life, which she imagined she’d describe as lackluster. She didn’t want to get into that can of worms.
Or did she? She could shut him down, couldn’t she? She could stand up to him, fight the temptation of the familiar. She looked around briefly, catching a lot of familiar decorations, as well as some new ones he must have picked up in New York. The effect was jarring. It was everything from her past—the same stuff they’d had in their shared apartment, as well as new things that had nothing to do with her.
“It’s going well,” she said. “I’ve made a new uh, friend.”
“A friend? Who? Maybe we can invite her to hang out with us,” said Aaron.
It was weird how he was assuming they were a unit again and the friend of whom Ellie spoke was a third party who was to be invited into the fold. In fact, it was irritating. But Ellie ignored it.
“She’s a veterinarian, actually,” said Ellie. “She asked me on a date.”
Whoa, she hadn’t meant to blurt that out. That was too much.
“A date?” Aaron’s eyebrows rose.
“Yeah. I mean, she’s gay, I guess.”
“Well, did you say yes?” Aaron leaned forward in his chair, enthralled.
Shit, this was just going to make it into the gossip machine, if she said yes. But she couldn’t back out of the conversation now. All she could do was try to mitigate it with some self-preserving lies.
Her heart pounded and her hands became clammy. “I considered it,” said Ellie. “Might be nice to try something new.”
Aaron looked incredulous, his mouth twisted into a cross between a grin and a grimace. “You’re talking about it like you’re I don’t know, trying a new gym or something? Not questioning your sexuality.”
Ellie shrugged. “Well, I am questioning my sexuality then, I guess.”
“So you’re gay?”
“No, I’m questioning. I’m not gay.”
“Tell me about this woman.”
Ellie was put off by Aaron’s interest, because it wasn’t the interest of a genuine friend, it was the interest of someone who thrived on collecting juicy gos
sip. Redwood Crossing didn’t have much to offer in that regard, unlike New York, Ellie was sure, so this was practically a golden nugget.
She could imagine it now: “Hey, guys! My ex turned out to be a lesbian!”
But she had to authentically be herself. It was the only answer. Even if she was so far out of her comfort zone right now that she was off the field entirely.
“So like I said, she’s a vet. I met her when I had to take Bella in. She got injured but she’s okay now. She’s very kind, as you’d expect a vet to be, and she hired me to the graphic design for her clinic… What else… She likes trying and cooking different kinds of ethnic foods and can mix nice cocktails.”
“She sounds like a catch,” said Aaron earnestly. “We’ve gotta meet her. I mean, a woman who can make a good cocktail is a rare find.”
Was Aaron treating Ellie’s interest in women as a perfectly normal thing? That wasn’t what she was expecting. She knew he’d be accepting of gay people, but she hadn’t at all expected him to be so supportive.
“So you’re not… I don’t know, disappointed or something?” she asked, completely puzzled.
“Why would I be disappointed?” Aaron asked, tilting his head in confusion. “The only thing you're guilty of is never loving me properly.” He laughed. “But I guess, if you’re a lesbian, that all makes sense…”
Ellie bristled. That was the other shoe that finally dropped. She didn’t want to make a scene by walking out, but she was profoundly uncomfortable now, and didn’t want to stick around longer than she had to. She had to drink her chai as quickly as possible so she could make a swift exit.
“Why would you say something like that?” asked Ellie. “I mean, I do—er, did care for you. I did love you.”