Evie's Job

by Tess Mackenzie

  Evie murmured, and moved a little, and tried to pull Natalie closer. She liked leg sex, and although it would better without Natalie’s clothes, Natalie’s trousers were soft enough they weren’t sore.

  They were still being slow, kissing most of all, touching as much as fucking. Evie wanted Natalie’s leg. She wanted all of Natalie, wanted this to start. She kissed, and pulled Natalie hard against herself, and Natalie seemed to understand her urgency.

  Natalie slid her hand downwards, over Evie’s tummy, then moved it to one of Evie’s knees. She pushed, so Evie moved and made more room, and spread her fingers around Evie’s knee. She slid her fingers upwards, stroking silky-soft, stroking so Evie gasped, anticipating, and lifted up off the couch towards her hand. She stroked upwards, teasingly slow, seeming to want Evie to wait.

  “Please,” Evie whispered, a little desperately, but Natalie didn’t alter her pace.

  She slid her fingers up Evie’s thigh, slippery soft and caressing. She slid all the way up, until Evie shivered despite herself, and almost wanted to beg. She stroked until the tips of her fingers brushed over the top of Evie’s leg, until she touched Evie’s pussy, until her fingers finally connected them.

  Evie closed her eyes. She could feel herself wet, so wet Natalie’s fingers were skidding against her as if they were thick with lube. Natalie’s fingers moved on Evie, and slipped between her lips, and suddenly Evie couldn’t think.

  She went still, and Natalie did too, so still their only movements were breathing. That was enough, though, with Evie’s ragged breath. She was still moving a little, beneath Natalie’s hand. Moving slightly, with every sharp breath, so that Natalie’s fingers pressed onto her in an achingly slow caress.

  Evie gasped, and lifted her hips, and pressed herself harder against Natalie’s fingers. Natalie understood. She must have understood. She pressed down more onto Evie. She slipped her fingertips inside Evie, and pressed the back of her hand onto Evie’s mound, and pushed down, slowly rubbing.

  She rubbed, and kissed Evie’s mouth too, so Evie felt both sensations at once. The oily slither of Natalie’s fingers, and the kiss as well. Evie moaned. She thought she moaned, but wasn’t entirely sure. Feeling both at once was more desperately exciting than she’d ever imagined. She felt Natalie’s hand, and kissed Natalie’s mouth, and suddenly realized how close she was.

  She opened her eyes, and looked at Natalie, and couldn’t quite believe what was happening. “Keep doing that,” she whispered.

  Natalie nodded, concentrating.

  “Um, please?” Evie said. “Please a lot?”

  “I will,” Natalie said.

  “Do,” Evie said, and pulled Natalie against herself more firmly. She kissed, and pushed against Natalie’s hand, and felt the full hard warmth of Natalie’s body against her own. She was close, about to come, and it seemed impossibly soon. The days of teasing it had taken them to get here, she supposed. That, and how good Natalie felt.

  Natalie rubbed, and kissed Evie, and pushed her hips down against Evie’s, against her own hand. Natalie must be feeling something too, Evie thought. She hoped Natalie was. Natalie was breathing fast, gasping against Evie’s face. Or perhaps Evie was, and had become confused by her own breaths, in between Natalie’s kisses. One of them was gasping, Evie knew, but she didn’t really care who.

  She was close. She was stupidly, impossibly close, when Natalie had only been touching her for a few moments.

  “Don’t stop,” Evie said.

  “I won’t.”

  “Please don’t,” Evie whispered.

  “I’m not.”

  Natalie rubbed, and pressed, and kissed Evie’s mouth, and Evie, suddenly, sharply, came.

  Evie reached down, helplessly searching for Natalie’s hand, then gave up trying to find it. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t think. Her orgasm was filling her, swelling inside her, making her weak and shaky and full.

  She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even moan, and her eyes were suddenly wide open.

  She realized that quite suddenly, and was a little surprised. She was looking up at Natalie’s face. She was confused, slightly puzzled, shaking as she came, and also staring up into Natalie’s eyes, as she came on Natalie’s hand.

  It seemed oddly intimate, for their first time having sex. It seemed far too soon to be staring into each other’s eyes.

  Especially, Evie thought, when Natalie hadn’t even undressed.

  Evie finished, and then felt odd. She felt oddly close to Natalie. Close, and tender, and unspeakably happy, but she wasn’t sure how much of that meant something, and how much was because she’d just come. She lay there panting, still pushing slightly onto Natalie’s hand, and suddenly felt silly, for coming that quickly. It seemed embarrassing that she had so easily, especially considering the staring.

  She looked up at Natalie, still breathing hard, and had no idea what to say.

  Natalie was grinning, though. She seemed quite pleased with herself. Evie couldn’t imagine why.

  “I can’t that quick,” Evie said. “Just so you know. I never, ever can.”

  “Except you just did.”

  “Yep, except that. But I never have before.”

  “Well then, it must be me.”

  Natalie was joking, but Evie nodded, completely serious. “I know,” she said.

  “Oh,” Natalie said. “I didn’t mean…”

  “But it’s true.”

  Natalie seemed surprised.

  “Never before,” Evie said. “Only with you. So…”

  Natalie started to grin. “I’m glad.”

  Evie lifted herself up, and carefully kissed Natalie, and then said, breathlessly, “Thank you.”

  “It’s fine,” Natalie said, kissing back. “Really glad I could.”

  Natalie kissed a moment more, then slid away, backwards down the sofa. Evie stretched, thinking Natalie was getting up, then jumped when Natalie kissed her tummy.

  Natalie kissed it again, and Evie looked down at her. “What are you doing?”

  Natalie looked up. “Well I haven’t yet, have I? So I was going to.”

  Evie wasn’t thinking clearly, because of how she’d just come. “Haven’t what,” she said, confused.

  “The tasting you?”

  “Oh,” Evie said. “But I...”

  Natalie smiled, kissed Evie’s bare tummy, and Evie said, “Oh, okay.”

  *

  Natalie gave good head. Very good head. Evie wasn’t sure if it was awful of her to be surprised, but she was, just a little, by how good Natalie’s mouth felt.

  Evie hadn’t been expecting sex with Natalie to be perfect. First-time sex with someone new was usually a bit awkward. People were tentative. People were still working out what each other liked. It ought not be wonderful, but this, with Natalie, it was very close to being so.

  Natalie managed to make it wonderful.

  Natalie licked Evie out, and it was so good that Evie couldn’t think, even when she’d only come a few moments before.

  Natalie was slow, and careful, and paid attention as she touched Evie, and she touched Evie all over. She seemed very interested in touching Evie, far more than anyone Evie remembered being with before. Natalie touched, and tasted Evie, too, exactly as she’d said she would. She kissed and licked, and stroked with her hands, and seemed to be doing that for Evie, because every so often she slipped her tongue inside Evie, tasting her, as if Evie’s wetness was something wonderful, and that seemed to be for her.

  Natalie licked, and was strangely untidy about it, for someone who was otherwise quite neat. She moved her hands, and smeared Evie’s wetness on the sofa. She pushed up her sleeves and smeared more on her shirt. She was untidy, in a quite wonderful way, as if she wasn’t aware she should be any different. She knelt on the floor, between Evie’s legs, and sometimes slid upwards to kiss. She kissed completely without thinking, as if Evie couldn’t possibly be squeamish, and that surprised Evie a little. Evie wasn’t squeamish, but Natalie didn�
�t know, and Evie would have made sure before kissing someone with a mouth wet with them. Natalie didn’t seem to think of it, though. She just kissed, whenever she wanted to. She kissed, and Evie kissed back, a little surprised by how passionate Natalie suddenly was. Evie liked it. She liked Natalie’s intensity, liked Natalie being so lost in Evie that she didn’t care about being polite. She liked how Natalie was, so whenever Natalie wanted to, Evie kissed her sticky mouth, and thought it all slightly funny, as much as she could think at all.

  Mostly she couldn’t think. Mostly she just lay there being licked. Mostly she was grabbing, and trying to stroke, and whispering how good Natalie felt. Mostly she was gasping for air and pushing herself up onto Natalie’s mouth, lost in what she was feeling, and concentrating on that.

  “Don’t stop,” Evie whispered.

  “I won’t.”

  “Please don’t,” Evie said, and realized she’d said that before, not very long ago. And that she might need to say it again, quite soon.

  Natalie’s mouth felt wonderful. Natalie made Evie feel extraordinary.

  Evie held off as long as she could, making it last, but even so it was quick. She was almost disappointed. She’d wanted to take longer.

  She clenched the edge of the couch until her hands hurt. She lifted up against Natalie’s tongue. She squeezed with all of herself. She squeezed, and spread herself onto Natalie’s mouth, and came, quite suddenly, like a wash of slow icy fire.

  She came, and finished, and Natalie kept kissing her gently.

  Evie slipped down from her orgasm, and looked out the windows at the lights of the city, and was a little surprised at how public she’d just been. Even though no buildings were out there, and probably no-one could see, she still felt very exposed. She felt shaky and breathless and a little surprised at her own bravery, doing what she just had.

  She was still for a moment, catching her breath, and Natalie kept on licking. Evie waited a little longer, and realized Natalie wasn’t stopping. Natalie might just be planning to keep going.

  That hardly seemed fair. Natalie should have a turn.

  “Wait,” Evie gasped, and pulled at Natalie, tugging her upwards, making Natalie stop by kissing her.

  They kissed for a long wet moment, and Evie tasted herself. They kissed, both breathing roughly, and then Evie whispered, “Wow, oh wow. Oh my fucking god,” and Natalie, apparently suddenly unsure of herself, said nervously, “Was that all right?”

  “All right?” Evie said, surprised. “Um, you noticed, right?”

  Natalie looked at Evie. After a moment she shrugged.

  “You didn’t?” Evie said.

  Natalie seemed unsure. “Didn’t what?”

  “Twice, yeah?” Evie said. “I mean, you noticed that, didn’t you?”

  “Well, I thought so, but… I didn’t want to assume.”

  “Oh,” Evie said. “Please assume. That’s fine. Twice, and really quick, and with all the grabbing your hair and stuff, too. Assume lots about all of that.”

  Natalie smiled again. “I’m glad. I wasn’t sure.”

  Evie kissed her. “Be sure. You’re fucking amazing. Why didn’t you say?”

  “Say what?”

  Evie sighed, not sure why Natalie was being so dense. “Um, that you’re so good at that…?”

  Natalie looked at her, and almost seemed confused.

  “Seriously, you asshole,” Evie said. “You are.”

  Natalie smiled politely.

  Evie looked at Natalie’s face, thinking. She decided Natalie wasn’t pretending. Natalie wasn’t faking innocence out of false modesty, or some other complicated thing. She actually didn’t know that she gave good head.

  “Fuck,” Evie said. “You didn’t realise?”

  “I’m starting to now.”

  “You were wonderful,” Evie said. “That was wonderful.”

  “Oh,” Natalie said, surprised.

  Evie felt terrible. It was awful that Natalie didn’t know. Evie couldn’t understand how. Why Natalie couldn’t have guessed from other people’s reactions. Perhaps Natalie’s ex hadn’t thought so, Evie supposed. Or perhaps that ex just didn’t like sex. Or oral. Something horrible and complicated, anyway. Evie felt a little sad for Natalie, being insecure when she didn’t need to be.

  “You really liked it?” Natalie said.

  “I really, really did,” Evie said. “I promise. I want you do that again.”

  Natalie smiled and kissed Evie, and seemed to believe her.

  “I mean it,” Evie said.

  Natalie nodded. “I know.”

  Evie grinned, and stretched, and looked around. She looked at the windows and thought again about the audience that might be out there. It had been sexy while she was getting licked out, but it was a little bit creepy now. It probably wouldn’t help Natalie feel comfortable when Evie tried to undress her, either.

  They ought to move, Evie decided. They ought to move now, before Evie went down on Natalie.

  “So,” Evie said. “Where is the bedroom?”

  Natalie looked towards the hall.

  “Yep,” Evie said. “I know. I meant, why aren’t we in there yet?”

  Natalie smiled, but stayed where she was, like she thought Evie was joking.

  “Seriously?” Evie said, and Natalie laughed.

  “We can if you want,” Natalie said.

  “I can kind of feel imaginary eyes,” Evie said.

  Natalie stood up, and held out her hand. “Come on, then,” she said.

  They went into the bedroom, and Evie glanced around. She’d been nervous the last time she was in here, and hadn’t really noticed very much. There wasn’t actually much to see. The room was tidy and restrained, and didn’t have much colour. There were wardrobes and an ensuite and a bed.

  Evie sat on the bed, and Natalie went and closed the curtains.

  “Thank you,” Evie said, watching, and Natalie smiled.

  Natalie came over and knelt on the floor in front of Evie. Evie realized why, just as Natalie bent over.

  “No,” Evie said, and grabbed her arms. “Your turn. Stop it.”

  “There’s no hurry,” Natalie said. “Let me.”

  “Shit,” Evie said, trying to pull Natalie onto the bed. “Stop. Enough.”

  “Is there somewhere you need to go?” Natalie said.

  Evie looked at her, then shook her head.

  “You’re sore?” Natalie said.

  “Not really.”

  “Bored?”

  “Of course not.”

  “Then let me. Please?”

  “No,” Evie said. “No fucking way. Its my turn to do you.”

  Natalie looked at her for a moment, then shrugged, and started to smile.

  8: Natalie

  Natalie kissed Evie. She could still taste Evie on her mouth, and still feel the last of Evie slightly slippery on her fingers. It had been a long time since Natalie had been with anyone, especially someone who excited her as much as Evie. She had forgotten how wonderful it was. She’d forgotten how much she liked sex.

  She’d forgotten how much she liked giving head.

  Even long before they separated, Meredith had never been especially interested in oral sex. She hadn’t enjoyed it, and hadn’t been comfortable receiving it, and had always made doing it complicated. She had insisted on showers, and planning ahead, and, unintentionally, done everything she could to make it too much trouble to bother. Her reluctance had made Natalie stop trying, after a while. Natalie had just quietly stopped, and somehow forgotten how much she liked it. She liked sex the way she’d just had it with Evie, giving and fun and slightly messy too. She liked to kiss and taste and touch, and do it without planning ahead, to hear someone gasp, and to feel clutching hands, and know it was from her, and what she doing.

  She liked giving head. She liked it enough she’d almost stop right then, quite happily. Stop without getting much of anything herself.

  Natalie thought about that.

  Some
part of her did want to stop. Some part of her was a little worried.

  She wanted sex. She was glad they just had, and even more glad Evie seemed to want to do it back to her, but a little part of her was worried as well. She was thinking about Evie’s age, and her own age, and how she now looked. She was wondering if she’d be a disappointment to Evie, and whether it might be better to just stop.

  She was thinking that, worrying, and then, without meaning to, Evie made it all worse.

  They had been kissing. Evie had been kissing, pressing against Natalie, and had been doing that happily for several moments. Then, quite suddenly, Evie hitched up on her elbows and started unbuttoning Natalie’s shirt.

  Natalie panicked, and decided to worry, and reached up and put her hand over Evie’s. “Wait,” she said, nervously.

  “What for?” Evie said, into her mouth.

  “I don’t know.”

  “Don’t know about what?” Evie said, sounding distracted. Natalie realized she wasn’t really listening.

  “You doing that,” Natalie said, and squeezed Evie’s hand. “Doing this. Stop.”

  “What’s to know?” Evie said.

  “I’m just not sure.”

  “Well, I’m sure,” Evie said, gloriously, recklessly impatient. “We should.”

  “Evie, slow down.”

  “Nope,” Evie said. “I want you undressed. Please?”

  Natalie bit her lip. She wasn’t self-conscious, not especially so, and she’d never been unduly critical of herself. She was just very aware of Evie. Evie was naked and young and desirable - and young - and that was making Natalie nervous. Natalie didn’t feel unattractive, not especially, but she didn’t feel particularly attractive either. She had mostly just stopped thinking of herself that way. She valued herself for other things, for her mind and her work and her determination to succeed, not the shape of her body. As it happened, she decided, she felt desirable enough, but for someone her own age, not someone as young as Evie.