It's Been Such a Long Time

by Davina Lee

  “Come get a closer look.” I wrap my arms around her neck to bury her face in my chest as I giggle like a school girl. Mari’s not giggling, she’s just moaning. I think back to the time we stood in front of the mirror at that campground and I caught her checking me out. I had thought it was just jealousy, but now I suspect it was actually a bit of lust.

  Mari is rolling around and moaning as she seems bent on exploring every inch of my flesh with her mouth and tongue. It’s nice that I still have that effect, I think as I cup her ass in my hands and let her know how much I appreciate her muscular backside.

  Finally, Mari raises her head. She’s got that wavering look in her eyes again, so I begin to wonder what else she might possible have on her mind that’s making her so nervous.

  “Amanda,” she says. “Amanda, I’ve got a little something in the drawer of the nightstand—um—if you’re interested in losing your virginity again.”

  I fix Mari with a sideways gaze as she leans over to tug at the drawer. She pulls forth a long flesh-colored toy that looks like it’s attached to a harness of sorts. The wavering in her eyes seems to have increased ten-fold.

  “Marianne, is that a strap-on?” I ask.

  She nods, but offers nothing in the way of words.

  “Did you invite me up here to your room so you could fuck me with that thing?”

  “Yes.” Mari is grinning as she answers. “But only if you want to. And it doesn’t have to be my room, we can call it our room if you want.”

  “What do you need me to do?” I ask.

  “Just relax and enjoy yourself,” Mari says. The wavering in her eyes is gone now, replaced by what I swear looks like a twinkle of the moonlight catching in her eyes. “I’ll put some lube on it.”

  I shake my head. “Put it on baby,” I say. “I’ll take care of the lube.”

  I marvel at how far I’ve come as I begin swirling my tongue around the tip of Mari’s cock as she tightens up the harness. It feels a little strange having it in my mouth, but it’s not revolting, and it’s so worth it for the look on Mari’s face as she just watches me in wide-eyed amazement.

  I raise my eyes to meet her gaze “You ready?” I ask.

  Mari just shudders a moment before any words cross her lips. “Are you?” she manages.

  I flop over, place my hands under my knees, and pull my legs up, leaving me rather obscenely exposed. I feel a little silly. Mari doesn’t seem to mind though. I watch another shudder course the length of her muscular body and then she’s on top of me.

  Just like everything she does, Mari is taking her time as she fills me gently, inch by glorious inch.

  “Oh, that’s good,” I say as I squeeze around the girth buried inside me.

  Mari leans down to plant a kiss on my lips. “I promise to be gentle,” she says and then winks. “Seeing that you’re a virgin and all.”

  “Marianne Hoffman, don’t you dare.” I buck my hips under her and dig my nails into the skin of her back to provide what I hope is a little incentive. “Do you know how long…I’ve been waiting a long time for this…Marianne, you had better just shut up and fuck me with that thing until I can’t see straight.”

  I don’t know if it’s the scratches on her back or the coarse demands emanating from my mouth, but something’s got Mari all fired up and she’s thrusting in and out of me with a singular purpose now. Each time it’s a little deeper, and a little harder, like she’s no longer worried about hurting me or scaring me off.

  “Oh God,” I cry. “That is good!”

  I paw frantically at Mari’s hair, trying to find purchase so that I can pull her mouth down to mine. It’s not easy, bouncing around as we are now, but I manage to press my tongue between her lips in time with her thrusts in an effort to show her how much I love what she’s doing to me.

  Soon it becomes too much of a struggle to maintain a lip-lock and pull enough oxygen into my lungs at the same time, so I give up and settle for throwing my head back and panting. I feel Mari taking advantage of my exposed neck as her warm wet tongue paints a trail along the side of it and I shiver.

  My senses are on overload as Mari’s confidence increases and the power behind her thrusts builds to a fever pitch. “Ohh, ahhh,” is all I can manage in the way of self-expression. But I think Mari understands.

  “Oh God, Amanda,” she heaves and her body falls on top of mine. But it’s not because she’s losing stamina, no far from it. I think she just wants to be as close to me as she can. I know that’s what I’m thinking about as I wrap my arms around her pulling her in tight until my breasts are mashed against hers.

  Mari’s hips never miss a beat and the pleasure of her thrusts goes on and on into the night. There is a sheen of sweat between us now that is lubricating our movements, as I continue to revel in the feeling of her body on mine. Add to that the moisture flowing freely from between my thighs and I’m sure the sheets will need to be changed before we settle down for the night.

  “Take me, Mari,” I cry out. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Make me yours.”

  “Oh God,” is all I hear in response. I manage to peel my passion-sealed eyelids apart long enough to take in Mari’s flushed and heaving chest and the contorted line of her mouth as she continues sucking air in great gasps.

  Oh my God, this woman’s a dynamo, is all I can think as my thighs begin to quiver and I start gasping for air myself.

  “Oh God, Mari.” I dig my nails hard into the flesh of her back as she fills me without pause or mercy, again and again. “Oh God, Mari, I’m gonna—oh my God—yes! Yes, Mari. Yes, yes, yes! Mariii!”

  But I don’t think Mari really hears me as she takes me over the cliff screaming out her name. She’s too busy grunting and mumbling my name and professing her undying love to me at the same time. Except she’s calling me Mandy, just like she did in high school.

  I feel a smile crossing my face that’s rapidly turning into a full-on stupid grin as I fall into an exhausted, sweaty mess.

  “Yes,” I say as plainly as I can manage.

  Mari rolls off of me and collapses at my side. I watch her wipe a bit of sweat from her brow. “Yes, what?” she heaves.

  “Yes, I’ll move in with you,” I say. “As soon as I sell my house, I’ll move in with you. Oh hell, you promise to keep making me scream out your name like that and I’ll start packing tomorrow.”

  I see Mari smile and I feel her hand searching for mine. She gives me a squeeze and I squeeze back.

  * * * *

  I step out onto the front porch of Mari’s little craftsman bungalow—our little craftsman bungalow—and the screen door slams behind me. I make a mental note to ask Mari to adjust it so it stops doing that, but I’m sure she’s got more important things on her mind right now as she slowly backs the truck out of the garage and down the driveway.

  I wait for her to shut off the engine and reach down to pick up the cooler at my feet. Not surprisingly, Mari is rushing toward me with a disapproving frown.

  “I won’t have you doing everything,” I say. “I’m more than capable of helping.”

  “I know, but please.” She holds her arms out for the cooler. “I’m worried about you snagging your nice dress on this ratty old thing.”

  It has been a hot start to the summer this year and it seems as if Mother Nature forgot about spring entirely, and we went straight from snow melt to hot and humid. As a result, I am wearing a simple floral sundress, a little treasure that I happened to discover one day at the thrift shop. It’s not much really, but Mari says it makes me look sexy when it waves in the breeze, so I suppose it is precious in a way.

  She’s wearing her usual summer attire of cut-off jean shorts and a tank top. It’s a stark contrast to my dress, but I like it. The rugged casual look suits her just fine, and I pause to run my fingers over the muscles of her shoulders after she takes the cooler from my grasp. I give a little wolf whistle as she turns to descend the steps to the front walk.

  Mari heaves the cooler into
the back of the truck and raises her hand behind her head to show me her middle finger. I just laugh and trot down the stairs to slip in behind her with my arms around her waist.

  “Is that the last of it?” she asks.

  “Yep.” I punctuate my answer with a little peck on her neck. “Everything else got loaded up last night.”

  Mari opens the truck’s passenger door for me and I climb in. We’re headed up to Somerset for a night of camping under the stars followed by a lazy day of tubing down the Apple River, complete with a dinner of bratwurst and a bonfire afterward. We’re going in the middle of the week to avoid the crowds, which is fine by me.

  She’s talked me into bringing along a little red two-piece just like I had in high school, and I’m a little nervous about it since I don’t really have the body of an eighteen-year-old anymore. But Mari assures me I still have all the right curves in all the right places to pull it off, and she’s even agreed to wear an electric blue racing suit to hold up her end of the bargain.

  Mari climbs in the driver’s side and hands me a USB drive.

  “Marianne, did you make me a mix tape?” I tease as I slot it into the socket on the dash.

  “Maybe.” She grins and reaches to twist the ignition.

  The tremolo swell of rock organ begins to build as we back out of the driveway. By the time we are headed down the street toward the highway, a chorus of electric guitar joins in and I settle my head against Mari’s shoulder with a smile. I know exactly what this song is called. I’m looking forward to a little foreplay down by the river tonight. I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time.

  Heck, I might even put out for her, I think as we head off down the road.

  THE END

  ABOUT DAVINA LEE

  Davina Lee is a writer of sappy lesbian romance and erotic fiction. A resident of Wisconsin, Davina can be found enjoying a local micro-brew, squeaky-fresh cheese curds, or a good protest march down at the capital.

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