by Briar Lane
“Not really,” I admitted.
Katie nodded. “Look, Lana, I just… I like you. And I’m sorry it took weeks to figure that out, and if you’ve moved on and you’re totally livid with me, I get that. I know I hurt you, and if you want nothing else to do with me I completely understand. But knowing how you said you feel, I just… had to tell you the truth.”
I didn’t think I was accurately processing what she was saying. “You like me… like a friend?” I asked.
“No… I like you like a partner,” she explained. “I like you an awful lot. And I want to… date you. That is, if you have any interest still.”
My jaw dropped. “But you’re not… gay.”
Katie shook her head. “I mean, I haven’t been before. I’ve never been interested in a woman and I know I definitely like men, but… I also know I like you. And I have no interest in labeling it. Maybe I do like women, or maybe I just like one woman… It doesn’t matter. I know how I feel about you. And I like you. Do you… still like me?”
A grin came over my face. “Yes, yes, of course I do!” I leaned in and gave her a quick peck before I realized Alex was at the playground and might have seen me. I immediately jerked my head toward the playground and Katie knew why.
“Don’t worry, she didn’t see,” she told me, as she also smiled. “But that was… nice.”
“It was, wasn’t it?” I smiled, forcing myself to hold back on kissing her again. “I really haven’t been able to get you out of my head, either,” I told her. “Not even for a second.”
“I know the feeling,” she responded. “You are… I don’t know. You are something special, Lana. You make me feel something I haven’t felt in a long, long time. And I’m just so grateful to have even met you.”
“I’m grateful to have met you too,” I told her.
She was blushing now. “So, you wanna come over later? We should, like, talk about what this means and what we’ll tell Alex…”
“Yeah, definitely. I’ll come by after she goes to sleep.”
“Perfect,” Katie said as she stood up. “I’m really looking forward to it.”
“So am I.” I couldn’t control my blushing face or ear-to-ear grin. “See you then.”
I watched Katie and Alex make their way past the gate and to her car, and I was absolutely thrilled. I don’t think I’d ever been this happy in my entire life.
She liked me! She really liked me! I was going to be dating Katie!
It all seemed too good to be true. For a minute, I even considered the possibility that it was a dream. But it wasn’t. This was real life.
I looked down at the gorgeous bouquet of pink, purple, and blue flowers in my hand. Flowers that Katie had given me… My new girlfriend, Katie.
I could not have been happier.
13
Katie
As happy as I was that things went exactly as I hoped they would, I was filled with nervousness about tonight.
Okay, so, Lana liked me too. We liked each other. We were going to be seeing each other now. Great.
But tonight would be the first night that we’d be seeing each other after I admitted my feelings for her and I wanted the night to be absolutely perfect. I wanted everything to be romantic, and exciting, and sexy…
I actually put Alex to bed about twenty minutes earlier than usual. I thought she would complain, but I guess she didn’t notice the clock. It gave me some time to set the mood. I had a dimmer in my living room light, so I lowered the lighting and then began to light all the candles I had. Which, admittedly, was kind of a lot because I loved candles.
Maybe I was coming on too strong, with mood lighting already set the second Lana walked through the door. I had invited her over simply to talk about our budding relationship, after all. She might be coming over expecting to only talk about things like how we plan to handle telling Alex and stuff…
And I did plan to talk about that, of course. That was all very important. But we had all night to talk about the boring stuff. I had just found out the woman I was head over heels for was still open to being with me, and that felt like it required more of a celebration. And hopefully some intimacy…
That dream I’d had of Lana was the closest I’d gotten to sex since after Alex was born. I slept around even during my pregnancy (safely, of course) but as soon as she popped out, I got serious. I wasn’t going near anyone else unless I was serious about them. I had Alex to worry about.
And Lana just so happened to be the first person I felt even remotely serious about.
Even if it was a man I was about to sleep with, I’d be nervous. I was going to definitely be rusty and out of touch, and that in itself was daunting.
But this was so much more daunting. I had never been with a woman before. I didn’t know anything about sex with a woman, really. If I didn’t have Alex with me all day then I probably would’ve done some online research or something, but it was too late for that now.
I’d just have to have Lana teach me. Which, actually, sounded kind of nice. And also pretty hot. So I didn’t altogether mind that. But one anxious thought kept coming to the forefront…
What if I didn’t like it?
What if my sexy dream about Lana was just that? A meaningless dream? And what if when it came to actually doing something sexual with her, I wouldn’t be into it?
I shuddered at the thought. First, because it would suck to have gotten Lana’s hopes up just to have to reject her all over again. And second (and more selfishly) because I desperately wanted things to work out with her. I liked her so much, and if I couldn’t have her I was going to be heartbroken too.
I needed this. I needed to finally be happy with someone who genuinely cared about me.
There was a knock at the door at exactly 8:00. I knew Lana would be right on time. I was glad I put Alex to bed early to give me time to get things ready.
When I answered the door, I opened it fully so Lana could see all the candles. A smile crossed her face.
“What’s all this?” she asked.
I shrugged. “Nothing big. I just wanted to, you know, maybe make things nice for us. It’s our first night together after all, and I just wanted things to feel special.”
Lana put her hand on the small of my back. “Honestly, it already feels special. Even before the candles. I don’t think I need anything else to make my time with you feel special.”
I was absolutely touched. “I think that’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me,” I told her. That was probably a little sad, but it was the truth.
Lana kissed my cheek. “Get used to it because it just so happens I’m very romantic,” she joked.
“Oh yeah?” I asked. “You wanna show me just how romantic you can be?” I asked, as if it was a challenge. And she took it as one.
“I’d love to,” she said, before she leaned in and pressed her lips against mine.
This was different than the way she kissed me at the playground. That was just an excited peck. And this was so much more.
I could feel the passion behind the kiss. Lana’s lips lingered on mine before my own lips parted, and as we became entangled in one another, I began to step backwards toward the couch, almost tripping onto it.
The kiss never stopped. Neither of us could pull away, and a few seconds later, I was on the couch with Lana on top of me, her tongue beginning to slide into my mouth.
It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Kissing a woman was so much softer, so much more delicate than kissing a man. Even as the passion between us began to build, her lips were still as soft as a peach, and they tasted just as sweet.
I began to moan into the kiss. I knew we had to be quiet because Alex was sleeping just upstairs, but I just couldn’t help myself. I was getting so turned on. The way Lana’s tongue danced with mine was driving me absolutely wild, and soon I was just as hot for her on that couch as I was for her in my dream.
My dream.
Memories of my dream came flooding back
. The way Lana touched me, the way Lana held me… It was all so sweet, and yet so fervent at the same time. Thinking back on past lovers, I couldn’t remember any of them making me feel the way she did in my dream… and that was nothing compared to how she was making me feel now.
I could feel the emotion behind every single kiss. I could feel her desire for me behind every single breath. My hunger for her was building by the second, until all I could think about was getting her into my bed.
I pulled away from Lana’s beautiful lips. “Upstairs,” I breathed. “Let’s go upstairs.”
Lana grinned at me and grabbed my hand, lacing her fingers through mine. We scurried around the room, giggling with each other as we blew out all the candles I’d spent forever lighting.
Even though we only got to enjoy the glow of those candles for a few minutes, it was worth it. As each one went out, the room got darker and darker, and soon Lana and I were standing together in pitch-blackness, surrounded by light, billowy smoke and the delightful aroma of lavender, vanilla, and rose.
“Let’s go,” I whispered, and we ran up the stairs on our tiptoes like a couple of teenagers trying to sneak into the house after being out past curfew.
I wasn’t eighteen anymore, but Lana sure made me feel like it. Being with her made me feel so fresh, so rejuvenated, so carefree and young… and the fact that she cared about Alex was an incredible bonus. Was she going to be everything I was looking for? Everything I needed?
We got to my bedroom. We were quiet in the hallway, other than our own muffled laughter. I was sure Alex didn’t hear a thing, so I nudged Lana inside, and quietly shut the door behind us.
As soon as the door clicked closed, we were on top of each other again. I held her face in my hands as I kissed her, and I felt her soft cheeks under my thumbs. I couldn’t believe how different it was to kiss a girl, but there I was doing it… and I wanted to do way more than that with her too.
Lana’s hands slid up under my shirt. I shivered as I felt her hands run up my back. If she were a man, she probably would have already unclipped my bra, but she didn’t. She just ran her hands along my skin, appreciating my body, feeling me, taking me in…
I let go of Lana’s soft face and took a step back. I slowly reached down and pulled my shirt over my head. I dropped it to the floor, and as my eyes raked over Lana’s shirt, she took hers off too and dropped it down right on top of mine.
I looked down at Lana’s chest. I could see her soft breasts peeking over the top part of her bra, and I couldn’t help but wonder if, underneath that bra, her breasts looked as nice in real life as they had in my dream.
Lana stared straight ahead at me, almost waiting for me to make a move. I supposed she wanted to see how comfortable I was before she did anything, which I thought was just so incredibly sweet. I smiled at her, feeling nervous but excited, and she gave me a soft smile in return. She really was romantic.
I hesitantly reached forward and brushed the bottom of her bra with my fingertips. It was a soft fabric—a delicate cotton, with lace carefully stitched in. Lana still stood, watching me intently. She looked so beautiful standing there.
I smiled at her again and then bit my lip as I ran my hands along her bra. I reached the clip at the back and took it apart, and Lana let the bra fall to her feet. I’d never wanted to see a woman’s breasts before, and especially never wanted to touch them, but with Lana, it was different. I wanted to see everything, I wanted to do everything… I just wanted her.
“You look… you look so good,” I managed to say. She had me drowning in butterflies, hardly able to think, let alone speak.
“So do you,” she said, and she tenderly reached forward. “Can I…?”
I gave her a little nod, telling her that yes, of course, she can definitely take off my bra. She did, and for a moment we just admired each other until we were all over each other again.
Lana kissed my lips, kissed my neck, and then kissed down my collarbone. I tilted my chin up, feeling the prickling of goosebumps starting to run all over my body as she reached the top of my breasts.
I gasped out as she cupped one of them, her touch gentle but firm. I gasped out again as I felt her wet, soft lips close down on my nipple. She kissed me so tenderly there, and after a second, I could feel her tongue swirl around just as it had in my mouth.
“Oh,” I let out a quiet moan. It felt so good.
Lana took my hand and led me the few feet to the bed. She playfully pushed me down and I got on the bed right away. I backed up to the headboard as Lana crawled across the covers toward me, and soon she was between my knees, kissing me all over my neck, chest, and stomach.
Lana took her time in getting me all worked up. That was something different about being with a woman too, I noticed. Everything she was doing to me was to make me feel good—it wasn’t just a race to the finish line. Though maybe it was just a sign that she actually cared.
My breathing sped up and so did hers as she kissed me all over. Every time she took one of my nipples in her mouth, I felt like I was melting right into the bed. Soon she had me writhing under her, and I needed more.
“Touch me,” I whispered.
Lana pushed herself up onto her elbows and grinned at me. It was the slyest, sexiest smile I’d ever seen. “You sure?” she asked softly.
“Yes,” I said. “Yes. I need you to touch me… right now.”
I stuck my thumbs inside my pants and started pushing them down. She pulled my hands away and unbuckled my pants herself, quickly tugging them down past my feet until I was lying there in just my panties.
Lana nibbled on her bottom lip, which was just so sexy and sensual. She took off her pants too then, and we were both wearing nothing but a tiny piece of fabric that barely covered either of us.
My heart fluttered in my chest from knowing that she was taking everything slow for me. She was so kind, so sweet, so considerate… I just liked her so, so much.
Lana brought herself closer to me so she was lying on top of me once more. I could feel her soft breasts touch mine as she lowered herself on top of me. She brought her lips to mine again, and as her tongue slid into my mouth, her fingers slid into my panties.
I let out a breath as soon as I felt her touch me. I couldn’t help it. It felt so good. She had two fingers on my clit, and she as she gently rolled them over it, she started giving me chills all over. It was just like my dream. She was making me feel exactly how I felt in my dream…
Only this was real.
I tried to stifle a moan as she slid a finger inside me. I was already so wet, she didn’t even need to hesitate to slide in another, and soon she was moving her fingers in and out of me in a slow, sensual rhythm that very quickly drove me crazy.
I’d never had the urge to touch another woman. I’d never even thought about it. But all I could think of then was sliding my fingers into Lana’s panties and doing to her what she was doing to me.
Boldly, I reached down between her legs. I was nervous still, of course, but I didn’t want to be anymore. Or maybe I just didn’t want to look it. After all, what’s sexier than confidence? Nothing. And considering just how damn sexy Lana was, I thought I’d better catch up.
“Do you like that?” I whispered, as I ran my fingers over her clit.
“Yes,” she whispered back.
“Good. Because I want to make you feel as good as you’re making me feel.”
Lana smiled, but soon the smile turned into a gasp as I slid a finger between her lips. She was probably as wet as I was, and while I never thought I could ever get turned on by that, I was definitely turned on by it now.
I loved knowing how hot she was for me. There was definitely something exciting about it. Knowing how we felt for each other was making the experience so sweet, so special, and so, so sexy.
It didn’t take long until our panties were off. They were tossed aside like the rest of our clothes, and soon Lana and I were tangled in each other… completely naked.
Lana tou
ched me, and I touched her. We slid our fingers in and out of each other, working each other until we almost couldn’t take it anymore… and then we stopped. We kissed each other on the lips, ran our tongues along each other’s nipples, and then finally, when we were both so hot that we were sure we could explode at any moment, Lana spread my legs and dove between them.
“There’s something I have to do,” she said, as she looked up at me.
I could feel a shiver go right up my spine. I knew what that something was going to be. I licked my lips. My throat felt suddenly dry. But for some reason, I wasn’t nervous. Lana had quieted all my anxieties. All I had left was desire. Desire for her.
Lana waited until I gave her the tiniest nod. “You’re adorable,” she said.
I couldn’t help but blush. Her compliments felt so real, so genuine. I felt so lucky to have her in life. And as Lana’s face disappeared between my legs, I couldn’t help but feel like I was lucky to have her in my bed too.
I let out a moan as I felt her lips and her tongue touch me in my most sensitive spots. I could feel her tongue part my folds and dip inside me, and she licked and teased until I was a helpless, whimpering mess of a girl that was totally and completely under her spell.
Lana slid a finger inside me as she worked my clit with her tongue. I wriggled my hips, being overtaken by pleasure as she took my sensitive clit inside her mouth and lightly sucked on it. I moaned again, breathing heavily as she slid her fingers in and out of me.
I finally managed to look down and I could see she was touching herself too. She was already making me feel so fucking hot that I could hardly take it, and now I had to look at something like that? I had to see her touching her own perfect, beautiful pussy? It wasn’t fair. It was just not fair. She was turning me on so much. So fucking much.
Too much.
I was… going to…
“Oh… Lana…” I moaned her name, closed my eyes, and threw my head back into the pillow as I felt my body start to tremble and shake. “You’re gonna… you’re gonna make me cum…”