“Right.”
“Did you play sports?” She was sort of surprised this hadn’t come up sooner.
Lucy nodded. “Volleyball. That’s it.”
“Didn’t like it?”
“Eh, I was only in it for the girls.”
“And how’d that work out for you?” she asked through her smile.
“Not terrible, actually.”
“Did you have a girlfriend in high school?” Her hand left Lucy’s hair and her fingertips trailed the middle of her back, over the edges of her bra, and then dipping under it to feel the soft skin there.
Lucy was enjoying her touch, she could tell. She moved closer to Sam and she almost purred as she spoke. “I dated a few girls in high school. One on the volleyball team but only briefly. I think she just wanted to say she made out with a girl. But after that, in my senior year I had a real girlfriend.”
“Do tell.”
“Mmm, God your hands are so soft.” Sam smiled and followed the curve of her spine to her waist. It took a second but Lucy got back on track. “Well, I was in high school, but Jocelyn was one of Emily’s and Frankie’s friends. A college girl,” she added with a knowing look.
“Uh-oh,” Sam teased.
Lucy smiled. “No, she was great. Took me to prom and everything.”
“And how was that?”
“Typical.” Lucy shrugged lightly.
“Typical?” She stilled her hand. “What is typical about two girls going to the prom together? Even in New York. Come on, elaborate.”
“Fair enough.” She giggled again. “It really wasn’t that big of a deal though. I mean, Emily and Frankie had gone to the prom together the year before. People were probably like, oh, there go those Weston girls again.” She laughed at herself. “What I meant was it was a typical prom. We went to the dance, then out to a club, then to a hotel.” She shrugged. “She was sweet, Jocelyn. Like you,” she nodded with her chin. “No pressure.”
“Wait. That was your first time? Prom night?”
“It was.” Lucy made an eek face. “I know, ridiculously cliché.”
“I am shaking my head at you. So ridiculous.” She scrunched her nose up a touch. “But also a little hot.”
Lucy swatted at her.
“What? That’s a compliment.”
“What about you? Tell me about your first time.”
It was maybe a strange conversation to be having, but the effortlessness of their back and forth clearly put Lucy at ease and Sam loved seeing her so relaxed.
She faked serious. “Hasn’t happened yet. But things are lining up nicely,” she teased. “So I’m feeling pretty good.”
“Brat.” She shook her head at Sam’s playful grin. “You won’t tell me?” she asked.
Sam rolled onto her back. “I’ll tell you.” She rubbed her eyes and her face, hating that the week’s travel was taking its toll. “It’s a moment I’m not really proud of though.”
“Oh my God, was it a guy?” Lucy couldn’t hide the shock at her own question.
Sam full-on laughed. “No, it was not a guy.”
“Have you, I mean, have there ever been guys?”
“No.” Sam couldn’t contain her smile at Lucy’s frank curiosity. “I have known I was gay since I’ve known I was alive basically.” She rubbed Lucy’s arm gently, loving the feel of her breasts pressed against her body as she leaned close to listen.
“I was a sophomore at Pratt. The other girl—woman, I should say—was older. Maybe thirty. I’m not sure. She was my TA in an upper-level course. Anyway, I didn’t have a girlfriend. Honestly, I’d never had one.”
“Really?”
Sam shrugged. “I was shy. Completely gawky.” She reveled in Lucy’s hand on her again, this time caressing the skin below her belly button, where her shirt had ridden up a little. “I didn’t know any lesbians. My softball team in high school was unbelievably straight.”
“What about here, though.” Lucy licked her lips. “Bay West. You were friends with Lexi, right?”
“Yeah but her living here worked against us, in some ways. We could never sneak in to the parties because everyone knew us, how old we really were, or they knew Chris and Marnie, Lexi’s moms,” she added for clarification. “So, I was like this nineteen-year-old total dyke with zero experience. I had kissed a couple of different girls—mostly drunk hookups at house parties or bars, nothing more than that.” She settled into the cushiony pillow, lacing her fingers together behind her head. “This TA, I could tell she knew I was gay—I mean, pretty much anyone who had eyes could tell. I caught her checking me out in class a lot. Then one night, I saw her at The Kitchen.” Sam looked at the ceiling. “We were talking for a while. She lived around the block. I was waiting on the enormous bathroom line, and she told me I could use the bathroom at her apartment.” As she remembered it, she was embarrassed at the circumstance and thought she might be blushing. She shrugged a little, trying to blow over it. “Anyway, I got the message. It was pretty transparent. But I took her up on her offer and we went to her place. It really was right near the bar.” Sam looked out the window, but there was no moon. “We didn’t talk once we were inside. It was a little weird.”
Lucy guided her face back to hers and put a small kiss just at the corner of her mouth. “Do you regret it?”
“A little.” She gave a small shrug. “I knew she was only interested in sex.” She furrowed her brow and Lucy touched the lines that must have formed on her forehead. “I mean, I guess I was too. But there was something about the way she treated me. Both during and afterward. It was so dismissive. I hated it.” She frowned. “I remember thinking, even at the time, that her behavior was unnecessary. I didn’t think we were going to be girlfriends or anything. But she could have made me feel just slightly less there to service her.” She wiggled a little to shift her body weight, hoping she hadn’t sounded overly dramatic.
“Well, that’s a shitty first time.”
“It’s not the end of the world. I didn’t need therapy over it or anything.” She paused for a second trying to put her thoughts into the right words. “I just think you can have consensual sex without being in a relationship, and not make the other person feel like an escort. That’s all.”
“That’s fair,” Lucy said, but Sam wondered what she really thought. She could see questions forming behind her eyes and wondered if she had said too much.
Lucy moved Sam’s hair aside with one finger and kissed her temple. She cuddled in close and their faces were almost touching. She brushed her lips along Sam’s cheek. “Have you done that a lot? Slept with people you weren’t dating?” She didn’t hear judgment in Lucy’s tone, only curiosity. Still, Sam worried about how to answer such a potentially dangerous question.
There was one thing she was certain of. She wasn’t going to lie. She took a deep breath. “I don’t know what a lot is, but I have done it.” She looked Lucy in the eye, hoping if Lucy saw her sincerity she might understand. “I’ve been single a lot. I’ve had some…flings, I guess you’d call them. More so than serious relationships.” She stroked her finger along Lucy’s jawline. “I don’t know why that is. I’m not afraid to commit.” She let her hand drift down the center of Lucy’s chest before bringing it back up to her soft lips. “Does that make you not want to be with me?”
“No. Not at all.” She pressed Sam’s hand to her lips, kissing each fingertip. “It makes you who you are.” She opened her mouth to graze her teeth along the tip of Sam’s ring finger. “What about Julie, your ex?”
“What about her?” Sam met Lucy’s eyes, completely confused about what she was asking.
“Was she the last person you slept with?”
She hated that she had to answer truthfully. “No.” She started to explain immediately. “We broke up a ways back. I stayed in Portland for a while, and then, as you know, I was travelling steadily for almost six months.” She hoped it passed the litmus test but Lucy looked a little uncertain.
“So…you h
ad, like, a girl in every port?”
This wasn’t how she wanted this conversation to play out. While there had been some miscellaneous hookups, she didn’t feel like that was an accurate statement. She swallowed hard trying to find the line between telling the truth and giving too much information. “It was more like the same woman, different ports.”
Lucy furrowed her brow trying to follow. “Someone you work with?”
“Yes.”
“So when was—oh my God.” Lucy’s face dropped. “Was she with you this week?”
Sam hated that this conversation was happening. She tried to stop it but Lucy must have read her face.
“She was,” Lucy said, answering her own question before Sam could.
“Yes.” There was no point in lying, but still, it felt wrong. “It’s not like you’re making it sound. Nothing happened. I swear.”
“It’s fine,” Lucy said, but she sounded hurt. “You don’t owe me an explanation.”
“Um, yes, I do.” She swept a lock of hair off Lucy’s forehead and looked her dead in the eye. “I’m with you now. So I do owe you an explanation and I’m going to give you one.” She kissed her gently on the lips. “Here’s some things you should know. I won’t lie to you, ever. That is a promise.” She licked her lips. “Yeah, I used to sleep with my co-worker. It is what it is.” She hoped she sounded straightforward but not cavalier. “It sucks in particular right now, because I have to own up to it with you and I’m scared of what you think of me. But I’m telling you honestly, it’s over. I told her I was with someone and that was that.”
“That was it? She accepted that, no questions?”
“Yes,” she said, underplaying it. She wanted off this topic, not because she had anything to hide but because she had missed Lucy and didn’t feel like talking about Blynn. “I told her I had a girlfriend. That’s a true statement, right?” Sam felt the corner of her mouth inch up a little. “I mean, if it’s not, I guess I could call her,” she teased.
Lucy pushed Sam’s shoulder with two fingers. “Don’t be a jerk.”
Sam lay on her back and pulled Lucy to her. “I do have a girlfriend, don’t I?”
“A hundred percent yes.” Lucy came closer, her hand slipping under the hemline of Sam’s white T-shirt as she kissed her. It started slow but before long Lucy’s hand gravitated to Sam’s chest, then down over her boxers. They kissed for a good long while, but Sam was making no assumptions about where things were headed, so she let Lucy set the pace, trying like crazy to control her own hips as Lucy massaged her through her boxer briefs. She almost stopped her—she didn’t know how much more teasing she could really take before she would need some kind of release, but before she could say anything Lucy moved on top of her.
She writhed a little and let out a small moan. Lucy was soaked. Sam could feel her through her panties. Sam watched, mesmerized and ready to burst, as Lucy closed her eyes and moved against her. When Lucy leaned forward, Sam found her mouth immediately and with her hands in Lucy’s hair, she kissed her slow, deep and hard.
Lucy broke away, breathing heavily. “Off.” Her voice was husky and low in Sam’s ear. “Everything, off.”
Her hands were already under the waistband of Sam’s boxers and Sam reached down to push them off. She slipped her hands inside the back of Lucy’s skimpy panties and took them off as well, taking a minute to indulge in the soft skin of Lucy’s bottom against the palm of her hands.
Sam was still lying down and Lucy climbed on top of her. Their skin touched and Sam felt the heat radiate between them. She moved hard against Lucy and Lucy moaned loudly in response. Sitting up, Sam rushed her hands under Lucy’s bra before dispensing with it altogether in one swift motion. Her nipples were hard and Sam took one in her mouth, pressing the flat of her tongue against it. Lucy’s breathing intensified and she grabbed Sam’s shirt, pulling it off and tossing it aside. Their breasts brushed against each other and Sam put her hands on Lucy’s hips bringing her impossibly closer.
“Sam,” Lucy said through a ragged breath. “I want you inside me.”
Sam kissed her, stifling her own groan at Lucy’s directness. “Yes, baby.”
She slowed them down for a second as she reached between their bodies. She ran her fingers along Lucy’s skin—God, she was fucking wet—before slipping inside her. One finger first, but two almost immediately as she wrapped her arm around Lucy’s waist, holding her in place as she moved inside. She leaned forward and her mouth trailed Lucy’s neck, sucking gently as she listened to Lucy’s soft whimpers. Sam felt her start to tighten around her fingers and she sucked harder, not caring there would be evidence in the morning. She could tell Lucy was close, so she leaned back and used her hips to drive deeper as Lucy writhed on top. Lucy’s back arched, her nipples were hard, and a soft sheen of sweat glistened on her skin as she squeezed Sam from the inside, coming hard before she fell forward against her chest.
They were quiet for a minute as Lucy rested her cheek against Sam’s body. “I’m going to need a minute,” she said. “That was”—she let out a long breath and kissed Sam’s chest—“wow.”
Sam smiled and kissed the top of her hair. “It’s fine. Rest. You don’t have to do anything.”
“Why, do you not want me to?” Lucy sounded stressed, and she popped her head up to check Sam’s reaction.
Sam grazed her hands along Lucy’s back. “No.” At Lucy’s distressed look, she clarified. “I mean, yes, of course I want you to. If you want.” She kissed her forehead. “I just don’t want you to do anything you’re not ready for.”
Lucy’s face softened. “Thank God.” She put her head back down. “I’m dying to.” Her finger traced the outline of Sam’s hip. “I just need to get the circulation back in the lower half of my body.” She tilted her face up to look at Sam again and then she leaned forward to kiss her. “Sam, I’m sorry about all the drama tonight with the social and everything.”
“It’s okay. I’m just glad you talked to me.”
Lucy shifted her body weight, leaning on an elbow, still touching Sam’s abs with her fingers. “How was the social? Were Meg and Lexi nervous?”
“They were okay. Meg was a little stressed.” She tucked one hand under her head and brushed Lucy’s hair with the other. “There was a decent crowd, though. Even early on, so that’s good.”
“Good. I’m happy for them.”
“Luce?” Sam touched her face. “Would you ever go? To a social?”
Lucy nodded. “Okay.” She sat all the way up. “Babe, if it’s important to you, I’ll go.”
Her hand moved farther down Sam’s body and Sam spread her legs wider instinctively. “It’s not that I care about the social, specifically.” She could hardly concentrate as Lucy started stroking her. She was swollen and ready and Lucy was teasing her with the lightest touch possible. “It’s just that—” She fully jerked when Lucy moved her hand lower, slowly but all the way down and back, intensifying the experience a thousandfold.
“It’s just what?” Lucy could barely contain her playfully smug expression at seeing the obvious effect of her touch on Sam.
Sam tried hard to keep her voice steady, but it was a losing battle. “It would be nice to go places sometimes.”
“Agreed.” Lucy raised one eyebrow. “Right now, I have somewhere I want to go.”
Sam shook her head at Lucy’s innuendo but smiled just the same.
Lucy kneeled at Sam’s side, leaning over to pepper her body with sweet kisses. She started up by Sam’s shoulders and moved down over her breasts, her ribs, and her long, lean torso.
Sam leaned back into the pillow, enjoying that Lucy was taking her time, making her feel loved everywhere. When Lucy reached Sam’s belly, she bent all the way forward, and used her hands to spread Sam’s legs apart. Sam watched as Lucy tucked her knees under her, crept lower, and buried her face between her legs. The buildup of the last week, and the last few months, was in full effect, and she could feel how hard she was against Lu
cy’s soft tongue. Lucy was still next to her, her soft bottom bouncing slightly as her mouth moved against Sam.
Sam reached over and slid her hand between Lucy’s legs. Lucy was still wet and Sam slipped inside her easily. Her touch seemed to encourage Lucy, and Sam felt her tongue increase its pace as a muffled moan vibrated against her clit. Suddenly, she couldn’t take being this close to Lucy and not tasting her.
She withdrew her fingers gently and reached over to Lucy, guiding her bottom over ever so subtly. There was no protest. Lucy spread herself over Sam’s body, never breaking contact as she let Sam guide her to her mouth. Sam swore she felt Lucy’s breath catch as Sam’s tongue touched her for the first time. She couldn’t be sure though, because she was so focused on her own impending orgasm. She loved everything about the feel of Lucy in her mouth, her taste, her sweet smell. It only intensified as Lucy gave her the same sensation. They were touching everywhere and it was mere seconds before she felt Lucy’s movements change, finding a rhythm in time with her own. She was almost there. She held Lucy close, sucking her hard and reached down to place her hand at the back of Lucy’s head, applying just the added touch of pressure she needed. That was all it took. She bucked into Lucy, her orgasm ripping through her as Lucy came hard and fast in her mouth.
It was sweaty, raw, sexy, and intense. The perfect simultaneous orgasm and they were both breathless for more than a few minutes. Finally, Lucy crawled her way up Sam’s body. She let her lips linger as they kissed. “Tell me you’re staying over again tomorrow night.”
Sam settled into the mattress, one arm around Lucy as she reached for the edge of the blanket to cover them. “I’m counting on it.”
“Perfect.” Lucy waved her fingers in a semicircle. “Because we will be doing all of this again.” She kissed Sam’s pecs and buried her face in her shoulder. “Probably more than once.”
“Three years is a long time, huh?” Sam didn’t even try to repress the teasing in her voice.
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