Evie's Job

by Tess Mackenzie

  Natalie didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t used to worrying like this. Usually she didn’t care what people thought of her, especially about something so shallow. But this was Evie, and they were in the middle of sex, and suddenly Natalie cared a lot. Suddenly she was worried she’d suffer by comparison to the last person Evie had slept with. Suddenly she was afraid that Evie wouldn’t want her, not as much as she wanted Evie. It was a strange thing, Natalie thought, to be desperately attracted to someone, but envious of her as the same time. It was always there a little, she supposed, sleeping with other women. Desire and competitiveness were tangled together in quite a peculiar way. Perhaps it was just her, Natalie thought. Perhaps it wasn’t normal. But even if it wasn’t, Natalie was who she was, and right now it was a problem. It wasn’t nice, and it wasn’t right, and it probably wasn’t healthy, but it was there, and Natalie didn’t know what to do.

  She didn’t think she wanted to undress, even when Evie was asking her to. She almost didn’t think she wanted sex at all, not if she had to be naked for it.

  “Could we wait a moment?” Natalie said.

  “Of course,” Evie said.

  “Just kiss me instead,” Natalie said, and Evie did, happily.

  Natalie slid backwards, and pulled Evie with her, and lay on the bed, kissing. She slipped her leg between Evie’s, and pushed with her thigh, and almost hoped they could have sex like this instead. It would be easier, she thought. It would make her feel better. She could come just as well like this as from oral, and she could keep her clothes on too. She began to move gently, pressing and sliding, and Evie seemed to like it too. She murmured a little, and shifted to press more completely onto Natalie, and seemed happy to do what they were.

  After a moment, Natalie had an idea. She reached over for the beside lamp’s switch. Switching it off would switch off all the lights in the room, and she suddenly wanted to quite badly.

  She stretched, and kissed, and her fingers were almost there, and then Evie looked up.

  “Where’s your hand?” Evie said. She sounded confused.

  Natalie blinked. “Over here.”

  Evie looked at Natalie’s fingers, and at the beside lamp, and then grabbed Natalie’s wrist and held on. “Um, nope,” Evie said, holding quite firmly. “No way, not if you’re doing what I think you are.”

  “Turning the lights off.”

  “Nope.”

  “Couldn’t we? In the dark?”

  “No.”

  “Evie, please…”

  “It’s way too late for that.”

  Natalie stopped, and thought, and then said quite carefully, “How do you mean, too late?”

  “Um,” Evie said, glancing down at herself. “Me, right now?”

  “I don’t…”

  “You let me get naked. In front your windows. And now you want to turn off the lights?”

  Natalie looked at her, thinking.

  “I was worried too,” Evie said. “But I did.”

  “Worried?”

  “Yeah, about how I look, asshole. But I did.”

  “It’s not the same.”

  “You know, it really is.”

  Natalie looked up at her, undecided. She wasn’t sure Evie understood.

  “So look,” Evie said. “We can if you want. If you absolutely must. But I don’t think it’s a good idea. I don’t think I should let you think what I suspect you’re probably thinking.”

  “I’m not…” Natalie said, then stopped and thought. “Actually, I probably am.”

  “I don’t think that’s good,” Evie said. “I don’t think it’s right. I really don’t want you thinking like that.”

  “How do you know what I’m thinking?”

  “Um, ‘cause I’m thinking the same.”

  “Oh,” Natalie said, then, “I don’t think you are.”

  “I promise I am,” Evie said, and kissed her softly. “So can we just try it my way?”

  Natalie looked at Evie, and decided she was sincere, but still had no idea what to say.

  *

  “So,” Evie said, still holding Natalie’s wrist, still seeming quite determined. “Can we?”

  Natalie didn’t answer.

  Evie kissed Natalie. “Please?” she whispered.

  “Maybe,” Natalie said, intentionally evasive, hoping Evie wouldn’t insist. “We’ll see.”

  “Not we’ll see,” Evie said. “Not at all.” She kissed again. “You’re going to have to in the end.”

  “I’ll have to?”

  “You kind of have to, so I can reach.”

  “Reach?” Natalie said.

  Evie pushed with her hips, and then Natalie understood. Evie meant undressing so Evie could go down on her. Evie was grinning, proud of herself. It obviously hadn’t occurred to her that Natalie might refuse. Natalie looked at Evie, and tried to work out how to explain, how to turn down what Evie was offering without being cruel. She couldn’t, she decided. She couldn’t upset Evie like that. Evie was too kind, and generous, and too carelessly assuming, and Natalie would hurt her by just refusing.

  Slowly, hesitantly, Natalie reached up and undid a few buttons of her shirt. She took Evie’s hand and slipped it inside, and said, “We could like this.”

  “Okay,” Evie said, still grinning. “Smartass. But I don’t think that’ll work for everything.”

  “Everything?”

  Evie grinned, and pushed with her hips again. “That.”

  Natalie couldn’t help herself. She started to grin as well.

  “You’re going to like the everything,” Evie said. “I promise.”

  Natalie didn’t know what to say.

  “So can we?” Evie said, and stroked Natalie’s chest.

  Natalie smiled. “Maybe.”

  “I think I have,” Evie said, confident.

  “Maybe,” Evie said. “We’ll see.”

  Suddenly Evie seemed to hear Natalie’s tone. Suddenly she seemed to stop and think. “Um,” Evie said. “What’s wrong? You’re being kind of evasive.”

  “And you’re being kind of insistent.”

  Evie thought. “Perhaps,” she said. “I suppose. But you’re still being unfair.”

  “Unfair?” Natalie said.

  “Me, naked, windows, lounge-room. Remember?”

  “Oh,” Natalie said. “Yes, I know. I’m sorry.”

  “I want to touch you,” Evie said. “I want to see you too. Couldn’t you just let me?”

  “I’m not sure.”

  “I get it,” Evie said. “I understand. But please can we just try?”

  Natalie bit her lip, and didn’t answer. Evie seemed sincere. She seemed so sincere that Natalie began to wonder if she’d misjudged.

  “Please?” Evie said. “Just, fucking please?”

  After a moment Natalie nodded.

  “Thank you,” Evie whispered, and Natalie was surprised by how intensely Evie said it, and that there seemed to be a bright happy wetness in her eyes.

  Evie kissed Natalie, and then reached for her shirt. She folded it back, and carefully undid another button, and then bent over Natalie’s chest to kiss. She licked Natalie’s skin, licking slowly up over Natalie’s shoulder, and across Natalie’s neck, and down between her breasts, and then undid another button and pressed her face further inside. Natalie sighed. She shivered a little. Evie’s mouth felt wonderfully good. It felt good on the skin around Natalie’s neck, which was one of the things Natalie was worrying about. It felt so good that Natalie almost stopped worrying, so good she hardly thought at all. Evie slid lower, and undid some more buttons, and then began kissing Natalie’s tummy. Natalie was squeezing her muscles there, doing it self-consciously, and Evie could probably tell. Evie didn’t mention it, though, she just licked Natalie’s skin. She licked, and kissed, and murmured like she was excited, and slowly made her way lower.

  “That’s good,” Natalie whispered

  “You worry too much,” Evie said.

  Natalie lifted her hea
d. “What?”

  Evie kissed again, and didn’t look up. “You worry too much,” Evie said. “You shouldn’t worry. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

  “That’s easy for you to say,” Natalie said, deciding to be honest. “You’re young and…”

  Evie reached up, and put her hand over Natalie’s mouth.

  Natalie went quiet, surprised.

  “Stop it,” Evie said. “I don’t want to talk like this.”

  “Like what?”

  “Comparing. We just shouldn’t, okay?”

  Natalie opened her mouth, about to argue, but Evie pressed her hand tighter.

  “No,” Evie said, and seemed very certain. “Just don’t right now, okay?”

  Natalie hesitated a moment, and then slowly nodded, and Evie took her hand away.

  Evie kissed Natalie again, and made her sigh, and then started pulling at Natalie’s shirt. It was unbuttoned all the way down, Natalie realized, and Evie was trying to take it off. Evie sat Natalie up, tugging at the cloth, but Natalie didn’t try to help. She was nervous. She still wasn’t sure. Evie was perfect, and naked, and terribly young, and Natalie wasn’t sure what younger eyes would see.

  “Evie,” Natalie said. “Please…”

  “You looked at me.”

  “Because you’re beautiful.”

  “Yeah dickhead, so’re you.” Evie licked Natalie neck, and tugged at her shirt’s sleeves, trying to free Natalie’s arms.

  “I’m not,” Natalie said, confused, feeling Evie’s mouth, not longer sure she wanted to argue.

  “Shut up,” Evie said, and pulled off Natalie’s shirt. “Stop being an asshole.”

  Natalie opened her mouth, but then had nothing to say, so just sat there, feeling unsure. Evie grinned, seeming pleased with herself, and went back to her slow kissing. She undid Natalie’s bra, and tugged it off Natalie’s arms, and began kissing Natalie’s breasts. Kissing like she was excited, Natalie thought, kissing quite desperately, kissing the way Natalie had kissed her. Natalie began to wonder if she was being unfair, and had assumed too much about what Evie liked and wanted.

  Natalie sat there, having trouble thinking, because Evie’s mouth felt so good.

  “I want you,” Evie breathed, into Natalie’s ear, and that was suddenly enough. Natalie wanted to be touched. She wanted Evie. She couldn’t bring herself to argue any more.

  Evie seemed to realize. She pushed Natalie backwards, onto the bed, and started yanking at Natalie’s trousers. Yanking roughly enough Natalie worried something would rip, and lifted her hips to make it easier. Evie pulled everything down, and pushed at Natalie’s legs, and then bent over quickly, as if starting before Natalie could stop her.

  She licked, her mouth wet and hot and soft, and suddenly Natalie didn’t care. Suddenly she felt a lot happier.

  She put her hand on Evie shoulder, and gently stroked her hair.

  Evie looked up, grinning smugly, her lips a little shiny. She wiped her mouth, and looked at her fingers, and then said, “Better?” to Natalie.

  Natalie nodded.

  “Glad you let me?” Evie said.

  “Stop,” Natalie gasped.

  “Stop this?”

  “Stop teasing,” Natalie said. “Please? And just…”

  Evie laughed, and bent back down, and licked.

  9: Evie

  Natalie was perfect. Everything about her was perfect. Her skin was soft, her mouth desperately warm, and her legs, half wrapped around Evie as they kissed, were silky and smooth and firm. Evie stroked Natalie’s skin and felt hard muscle under her fingers. Muscle, and soft supple skin.

  Evie hadn’t really known what to expect when Natalie undressed, especially after Natalie had made such a fuss about doing it. She’d assumed Natalie was being insecure, and worrying about nothing. She’d assumed, but been fairly sure that was the case. She had been touching Natalie already, had been pressing herself against Natalie a lot, and feeling most of Natalie through her clothes. She’d felt muscle on Natalie’s arms, and slimness beneath her hands, and had touched Natalie’s tummy and felt the same hard muscle. Now, seeing Natalie and stroking Natalie, it was clear Natalie had nothing to worry about. It really ought to be Evie who was being insecure, not Natalie, and if Natalie hadn’t been so obsessed with Evie’s age, she probably would have realized that too.

  Evie was glad she’d made Natalie undress. It had been a good idea. Natalie seemed more comfortable, so it was good because of that, and also good because Evie liked touching. Evie liked the feeling of skin against her own, smooth, all over her body. She liked the slitheriness as someone moved against her, pressing themselves into her mouth, stroking her hair, stroking her shoulders as she licked them, touching her with little almost-tickling caresses. She liked those feelings, and wanted them with Natalie. She wanted to feel them a lot.

  Once she’d got Natalie undressed, Evie looked for a moment, but not long enough for Natalie to get nervous. Evie looked, then leaned forward and kissed her, thinking she ought to start quickly.

  They kissed. Evie tasted wine and taste of herself on Natalie’s mouth. She liked that taste, the taste of mouths and wetness, and she liked kissing mouths that had a hint of herself, and knowing where that person’s mouth had been. She kissed for a moment, and then touched with her hands, and slowly slid herself down Natalie. She kissed the soft-hard lumps of Natalie’s nipples, and heard Natalie’s rush of breath as she sucked on them. She reached down with her hand, and felt Natalie’s wet slippery heat, and pushed her fingers inside her carefully. She bent, following her hand, and breathed in Natalie’s smell. She breathed her in, and tasted her skin, and wanted her.

  She wanted Natalie a lot. She liked this part. After a moment, she started licking. She felt the shape of Natalie on her mouth. She felt Natalie’s heat and folds and wetness, her difference to anyone else. She breathed in Natalie’s taste. She adored her taste, different as well, and knowing that difference, knowing what it was and that she had tasted it, that was somehow terribly sexy. Evie tasted and felt, she licked and explored, and did her best to work out exactly what Natalie wanted. She did her best to make it good.

  She did her best, and it wasn’t that difficult, not once she had been for a little while. Natalie, once she was excited, became quite grabby and gaspy, so it was easy for Evie to tell what she liked. She liked most things, it seemed, most ways of being touched and licked, but especially she liked gentleness. Gentle touches were best, Evie found, and so she did those. She kissed, and lapped softly, and murmured how much she wanted Natalie, and breathed out little whispers of air. She did her best, hoping it was good, wondering if she was doing enough. Wondering, she supposed, if she was as good as Natalie had been for her, and trying to make it as wonderful as she could. She wasn’t tricky or clever or doing anything special, but she seemed to be doing things right. Natalie sighed, and moaned, and held onto Evie’s hair, and whispered that Evie felt good. Natalie lay there, stroking Evie, seeming lost in Evie’s mouth. Soon Natalie came, and when she did, it seemed to last a while. Evie licked until Natalie seemed finished, then slid back upwards, smiling, and wiped her mouth.

  She kissed Natalie carefully, then lay down beside her, and waited to see what happened next. She looked at the ceiling for a while, while Natalie lay beside her, listening, because Natalie was still breathing quite fast.

  Natalie’s sheets were very soft cotton. Her pillows were soft too. Evie lay there, thinking, wondering what to do next. She wasn’t sure if this was awkward, now they’d both had an orgasm. She wasn’t sure if Natalie wanted more, or whether Natalie might start having second thoughts now she’d come, and decide this was all a bad idea. Evie hadn’t changed her mind just because she had, but she wondered if Natalie might.

  Anyone might, she supposed. She really had no way to know.

  Evie wanted more. She was used to move, to going all night, starting and stopping and going to sleep and then waking up again and fucking more in the morning. She wanted that,
but wasn’t sure Natalie would. Or whether Natalie would expect Evie to leave. Evie didn’t want to leave, she wanted to fuck more, but she didn’t know quite how to ask.

  She felt nervous, and didn’t know why, so she lay there and looked at the ceiling instead. She looked at the ceiling, and felt the soft sheets, and slowly stroked Natalie’s arm.

  After a while, she made herself be brave. She made herself ask. “Was that all right?” she said in the end.

  Natalie smiled, and touched her face. “It was wonderful.”

  “And us,” Evie said. “We’re good too?”

  “How would we not be?”

  “You’re not still worried about stuff? About, I don’t know… anything?”

  “Not me. Are you?”

  Evie shook her head. “And we’re still friends too?” she said.

  Natalie looked at her for a moment. “Of course we are,” she said. “Why wouldn’t we be?”

  Evie shrugged. “I was just making sure.”

  “We are.”

  Evie nodded, and lay there, deciding whether to ask. “So,” she said, finally. “Um. Want to fuck me?”

  “God yes,” Natalie said, and smiled, and Evie was relieved.

  She was so relieved she kissed Natalie and almost forgot to do more.

  *

  It was a little awkward at first, getting themselves organized. They both seemed to be trying to do different things. Evie was pulling at Natalie, trying to get her on top, hoping to hint at what she wanted without actually asking, and meanwhile Natalie was doing whatever she was doing but apparently not understanding Evie’s plan.

  It became a little complicated.

  Evie needed Natalie to be on top. It would be much better for them both that way. Evie wasn’t used to fucking other people. She liked having it done to her, but never knew how to herself. She hadn’t had enough practice, and got confused trying to move the right way, so the times she had before, she’d usually given up, embarrassed. It was better for everyone, she’d decided, if she didn’t even try. Better if she stayed underneath, or at least got put where she was needed, and left the fucking to whoever she was with.