by Alexa Woods
wrenching clothing apart, tugging at zippers. June felt desperate, which
wasn’t a sensation she was used to. She was always sort of in control. She’d
never had that experience where she lost herself completely, that moment of
abandon.
As she pulled away so Arabella could strip off her pants and rip her
camisole over her head, June thought she might be getting close, hovering
around the borders of it. Of abandon. Of letting control slip. Of something
new and undiscovered. She shivered and let the rawness of her need flow
through her unchecked.
Arabella unclasped her bra, revealing her beautiful breasts. They were
more than a handful when June cupped one, the dark pink nipples beaded
tightly. She moaned when June ran her thumb over one. Her hands hooked
under her panties, and she swayed and shifted, removing them with that
flexibility and grace she’d been talking about.
June groaned in appreciation when she stepped back and just looked at
Arabella. At her long legs, at her flat stomach and the curl of her hips. At
her heavy breasts and the mane of blonde hair that flowed nearly to her
waist.
“You’re beautiful,” June whispered in awe. She dropped her hands to
Arabella’s hips and guided her back to the bed.
She had a white duvet with cherry blossoms strewn across it. When she
fell back against it, June just stood there, studying her again, drinking in the
sight of Arabella’s pale skin and golden hair against the flagrant red
blossoms.
She drank her fill, then she climbed onto the bed. She kissed her way
down Arabella’s stomach, over the soft ridges of her gently defined abs,
using her breath to tickle and tease along with her lips and fingertips as she
explored Arabella’s lush curves and satin skin. Arabella shivered and
whimpered, and the noises and movements were so erotic that June felt like
she was going to boil from the inside out.
“I want to see you pleasure yourself,” June said thickly. “Will you show
me?”
She knew she probably wouldn’t have been bold enough if Arabella had
asked, but Arabella seemed to like taking commands. She shifted her legs,
setting her heels on the covers, opening her knees, opening herself. Her
eyes glistened hotly in the lamplight as she watched June watching her. She
was totally smooth, and so wet that when her finger smoothed over her
folds, she gasped at the sensation and her hips angled up, thrusting into her
touch.
She smoothed her index finger around her clit, closing her eyes and
throwing her head back against the pillows at the sensation. June’s own
hand drifted down between her legs, circling her clit slowly, teasing herself
as she watched Arabella do the same.
Arabella circled her clit again, smearing her wetness over herself,
rocking into her hand. She didn’t try to stop herself from making exquisite
sounds of pleasure. They fell from her mouth like a rich dark chocolate that
June wanted to devour. She loved the sight of Arabella, her pale thighs
parted, her hand working herself, almost more than she could bear.
Even though June had planned on watching Arabella take herself to
climax, she couldn’t wait another second to taste her, or she was going to…
God, she didn’t know what was going to happen, but she’d never felt such a
strong need to do anything before.
“Will you let me taste you?” June rasped. “Please?”
Arabella stopped, and her eyes shot open. She scrambled onto her hands
and knees so fast that June nearly giggled. She would have been content to
taste Arabella as she was, but she remembered what she’d said in the
kitchen. Again, June didn’t think that she herself could have been so bold,
but when Arabella grasped the top of the headboard, curling her hands into
the upholstery, and waited, June’s mouth went bone dry.
God, Arabella was perfectly made. She was a goddess, her skin so
smooth and creamy that it looked like it had been painted by a master. Her
curves made June’s mouth water all over again. A stream of saliva jetted
over her tongue when she got bold enough or reach for Arabella, smoothing
her hand over the curl of her hip, tracing the curve of her bottom. Arabella
made a noise that was all pleasure as June parted her legs gently. She
positioned herself behind her, getting down on the bed until her face was at
the right angle. She waited for just a second, letting her breath tease the
sensitive inside of Arabella’s thighs until she whimpered.
June touched Arabella first, running her fingers so gently over her slick
folds that she almost didn’t touch her at all, but Arabella was so responsive,
her hips jerking wildly at the touch, her gasp echoing through the room.
June teased her, sweeping her finger over her core again, smearing the
sultry, delicious moisture over the inside of Arabella’s thighs.
As much as she wanted to, June really couldn’t wait any longer to taste
Arabella. She kissed Arabella’s thighs and then she suckled her tight clit
into her mouth. Arabella jerked against her.
“Oh, God,” she whispered. “Oh, my fucking God.”
June used her tongue, tracing Arabella’s slick seam, moaning at the sweet
taste of her exploding in her mouth. She open-mouthed kissed her before
she used her tongue to torture her. Arabella was soaking, and June lapped
up her arousal eagerly. She ate her pussy so eagerly that she didn’t even
stop to think about being embarrassed about the sounds of it. Arabella
certainly wasn’t embarrassed, which made it even hotter.
Her hips bucked harder against June’s face, swaying and rocking,
grinding against air. June knew what Arabella wanted and she gave it to her,
bringing two fingers to her entrance and sinking them inside slowly while
she suckled and lashed her clit.
Arabella screamed, but she didn’t come apart. “More,” she begged in a
throaty voice that didn’t sound like hers at all. “June. Please.”
Her body writhed against June, begging, taking, pleading, and June gave
her more. She worked her fingers, thrusting into Arabella’s tight, slick
channel, arching them to find that special spot inside. She raised her head so
she could watch herself do it, watch her fingers thrust in and out, stretching
Arabella as she took everything, watch her hips sway back into her,
listening to the raspy sounds of her breath and the wet sounds of their
bodies. Her own hand snaked between her legs again and she worked her
clit hard. There wasn’t enough oxygen in the room.
“Oh, God…” Arabella panted. “June, I’m going to…”
June thrust hard, and a few seconds later, Arabella shattered around her.
Her channel clenched and tightened on her fingers, and she shuddered and
moaned as her climax hit. June pinched her clit, so aroused that it was more
than enough, and she exploded, her own climax detonating like a bomb
inside her while Arabella spasmed around her fingers. She kept pumping,
giving Arabella every bit of pleasure she could before the climax was over.
The waves of her own pleasure rocked through her
, nearly blinding her,
making her dizzy.
When it was over for both of them, even though June was more than a
few inches shorter than Arabella and built more petite, she pulled Arabella
into her arms and curled around her on her side, stroking the damp hair
away from Arabella’s temples. She nestled her chin in the crook of
Arabella’s shoulder and neck, damp with sweat, and listened to her lovely,
erratic breaths gentle out.
Chapter 14
Arabella
Arabella breezed out of the house. Yes, breezed. It seemed like she was
floating down the steps and out to June’s waiting car. She was so excited for
their first real date that she failed to notice there was someone already
riding shotgun in the passenger seat. She didn’t actually see Summer until
she opened the door and scared the life out of herself.
“Oh. Sorry!” She flung a hand over her chest, sure she’d actually feel her
heart trying to tear out as it pumped rapidly.
“We might as well get the whole unpleasantness over here,” Summer
said. “Since June didn’t tell me you were coming, and she obviously didn’t
tell you I was coming.”
Arabella put on a smile and opened the passenger door behind Summer.
She slid in and did up her seatbelt. “That’s alright. I’ve never been to a
baseball game before. I think it’s going to be fun.”
“Fun,” Summer responded, “is not something that should be associated
with sports, especially baseball.”
“I don’t understand any of it, but I’m sure it will be good.”
“At least one of you has a positive attitude.” June drove away from
Arabella’s house, heading towards the stadium.
It was a Sunday afternoon and Arabella had been secretly counting down
the minutes until her first real date with June. When she’d asked her Friday
afternoon, slipping into her office to speak with her privately, if she’d like
to go to the game with her because her parents couldn’t use their tickets
since they’d both come down with summer colds and were feeling yucky,
Arabella thought it would be just the two of them.
She didn’t like sports and she didn’t know a thing about baseball, but it
had been days since they’d made it clear to each other that they were more
than interested, and she wanted to spend time with June no matter what that
entailed.
June hit a light and turned around. She was rocking a set of skinny jeans,
a jersey in her size, and had her hair up in a messy bun, a big white
headband keeping the strands from falling in her face. She looked casual
and adorable. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that the tickets were actually my
parents’ and mine. I don’t even like baseball either, really. I mean, it’s fine
as far as sports go, but it’s something we do together as a family. My mom
feels the same way, but my dad is basically a fanatic. It’s the one thing he
splurges on every year for us to do all together.”
“That’s pretty cool.”
“It’s not cool that she artfully arranged for us to have to spend the whole
afternoon together without hating on each other,” Summer groused.
Arabella could feel her lips quivering. She wasn’t going to laugh, she
promised herself. Nope, she wasn’t even going to crack a smile.
June made her way to the stadium. She made sure they were early, but
finding parking was still crazy. They ended up going down a side street
somewhere that felt like miles away and parking there. They walked forever
and Arabella was glad she’d worn jeans, a plain long-sleeved shirt to keep
the glaring sun off of her skin, a ballcap to shade her face, and sneakers.
The lines to get in were crazy. Arabella wasn’t much of a crowds person,
but June navigated her way to the section where they were supposed to
enter. She’d been doing it for years, Arabella figured. It was still more than
hot to see June taking the lead and charging ahead so confidently. Arabella
expected that at work, but June outside of work was just as hot.
And no, not just because she kept getting a really nice view of June’s
bottom in those tight skinny jeans she had on. She’d chosen sneakers as
well, and for once, Arabella wasn’t sure if they were from the company’s
athletic line or not. She thought they were, but she wasn’t really studying
June’s feet. Thankfully, Summer never turned around to notice. She was
happy to walk beside June and leave Arabella to eat her dust.
Summer wanted a corndog and a drink—she said that was classic
baseball fare. They lined up and at the last minute, she changed her mind,
opting for popcorn because June got some and it smelled divine. Arabella
got a salted pretzel with cheese sauce. It was the biggest piece of dough
she’d ever seen.
The seats weren’t good, but they weren’t terrible either. The stadium was
huge, and even though Arabella had felt the press at the start when they
were trying to get in, seated, the atmosphere became electric.
They still had half an hour before the game started. Summer dove into
her popcorn and June munched on hers. June was between them,
effortlessly keeping Summer from losing her mind about getting her bestie
outing interrupted.
Everything was going as smoothly as it could until Summer asked the
one question Arabella had expected her to ask the entire time. Summer
didn’t really have a filter, so Arabella figured it was coming.
“How come she’s here?” Summer indicated Arabella, who was dipping a
piece of the giant pretzel in cheese. She really wasn’t a bread person, but
after high school she’d lost her fear of carbs, and this was a treat. It was an
utterly buttery, delicious, salty, wonderful treat.
“That’s mean,” June said between munching on pieces of popcorn. “Why
not? I had an extra ticket.”
Summer scrunched up her face and studied June. She was staring forward
at the field, where people walked back and forth, getting everything set up
for the game. “No, it’s more than that,” she huffed. “Does it have something
to do with that kiss at the lake?”
Arabella held her breath. She didn’t know what June would do. She
obviously hadn’t told Summer that they were dating.
June nodded. She popped another piece of popcorn into her mouth and
didn’t turn to look at Summer.
“What?” Summer exploded.
“Shhhh,” June hissed. “There are people all around us.”
“Yeah, people that are soon going to be screaming and cursing about
everything,” Summer shot back. “What exactly does it have to do with the
lake?”
“Well, nothing,” June said. “It has nothing to do with the lake.”
“What about the kiss?” Summer insisted. “What does it have to do with
that?”
“You should be more specific.” June wasn’t playing around. Arabella
wondered if she was buying time.
Arabella tried very hard not to smile. It wasn’t funny. This could be so
not funny. It could be really bad. She was actually dreading when June told
Summer that they’d started dating. God, it still felt so crazy to
actually think
they were doing that. Arabella hadn’t dated anyone in ages. And June felt
very, very unattainable. She was so super fantastic that it made Arabella’s
head spin to think she was really her girlfriend.
Thinking about June made her think about the things they’d done at her
house, which made her face heat up so hot that she had to pretend to scratch
her head just so she could hide behind her arm in case Summer was looking
at her. She tried very hard to get thoughts of June in lacy panties and a black
lace bra out of her head, but that just made her think about June’s lovely
breasts and her shapely legs, her perfect…
Okay, stop. Eyes on the prize. I mean, eyes on something else. Think
about something else before you turn purple and Summer notices and turns
purple for a whole different reason.
“Are you—oh my God, are you guys hooking up?” Summer all but
screamed.
Yup, she was definitely looking at my face just now.
“What makes you think that?” June asked casually.
“Uh, the fact that you’re, like, glowing. And she’s glowing! And, and,
you look like you just took a dive into a ball pit but instead of balls, the pit
is full of super cute puppies and they’re all licking you at once. You’re not
excited about baseball. It’s not that. Plus, she keeps cropping up. You could
have given that extra ticket to anyone.”
Arabella winced. Summer was being very detailed in her assessment
now. June popped another piece of popcorn into her mouth casually. “So,
you think that because I’m happy there has to be someone behind it.”
“Are. You. Two. Hooking. Up?” Summer growled.
“Nope. But we are dating.”
“What?” Summer’s yelp could probably be heard across the stadium.
She threw her hands up in the air, but she forgot she was holding a bag of
popcorn and it went up too. She managed to hold onto the bag, but popcorn
rained down all over the seats in front of them, which were mercifully still
empty because whatever poor souls had to sit there were probably still
getting herded in or getting snacks of their own.
Arabella sunk lower in her chair. She wasn’t cowering from Summer, but
she was trying to escape the dirty looks being thrown their way from the
people all around them who had just seen the popcorn incident. A couple a