Usually she just explained, and asked to do it her way, but for some reason, with Natalie, she didn’t. For some reason she was shy, and didn’t want to look silly, so she lay quietly, letting Natalie arrange her, very glad that Natalie seemed to be getting on top on her own.
Evie waited, while Natalie got organized. She kissed Natalie’s shoulder, while Natalie slid in between her knees. Natalie began moving, and Evie sighed with pleasure. She felt Natalie pushing down on her, all tingly and wet. She felt herself spreading open, felt their bodies sliding together, pressing together, all hot and slippery and intense. She looked up at Natalie’s face, and then stretched upwards so they could kiss. She decided this was good. She felt happy, and wanted, and once they’d started she felt less unsure, and she thought Natalie liked doing it, too.
“Is that okay?” Evie whispered, and Natalie nodded, seeming too distracted to answer.
“Do what you want,” Evie said. “I like this, so just finish when you want.”
Natalie nodded, and kept moving, and Evie knew she hadn’t understood. Evie had meant she didn’t want to fuck Natalie back, but she didn’t know how to say that. She didn’t know how way to explain, except to make it about orgasms.
“I mean come when you’re ready,” Evie said. “Don’t worry about me.”
“I’ll worry about you,” Natalie said breathlessly.
“No,” Evie said. “Really, please don’t. I honestly won’t from this.”
“Stop distracting yourself,” Natalie said. “Stop obsessing.”
“I’m not. I just won’t.”
“Stop fussing. Just enjoy it and maybe you will.”
Evie kissed Natalie and shook her head. “I really never do.”
“You will.”
“Don’t be…” Evie was having trouble concentrating. “Don’t be so ambitious,” she said. “You’re just showing off.”
Natalie kissed her, and grinned, and then kissed her again, and then said, smugly, “I’m ambitious. Sorry, but I am.”
“I’m starting to notice. But don’t be, please. Not if you start to get tried.”
“I’m not,” Natalie gasped. “Tired.”
“Not now,” Evie said, patient. “But maybe soon you will be.”
“I’m not,” Natalie said. “I won’t be. Shut up.”
Evie looked at her.
“You’re distracting,” Natalie whispered. “Stop it.”
Evie hesitated for a moment, then decided to give up. “Kiss my neck,” she said.
“Yes,” Natalie said, but didn’t actually kiss. She’d got distracted and stopped listening, Evie thought.
“Hey,” Evie said, and poked Natalie’s side. “If I’m going to, I will if you kiss my neck. So maybe you should.”
“Oh,” Natalie said. “All right,” and did.
Evie wrapped herself around Natalie, and stroked down her back, and concentrated on what she was feeling. Pleasure and joy, from all over Natalie at once, and quite wonderfully different to being licked out. Not quite as intense, not hot desperation, somehow sweet and friendly instead. But nice, in a completely different way, too.
They fucked for a while, until they were both damp with sweat, until Natalie’s breathing was shallow and fast. Then Natalie shifted a little, and began moving differently, more a grinding, with little sharp pushes, pressing downward in time to her gasps. Evie understood, and reached down between them, and tried to touch with her hand. Natalie pushed it away, and reached down herself and rubbed them both wetly instead. She kissed Evie some more, and pressed with her hips, and pushed her fingers against them both, quite hard. She pressed her face into Evie’s neck, and seemed to stop breathing, and after a long moment, she came.
Evie was glad. She was glad for Natalie. She held Natalie tight, and kissed her ear carefully, because it was the nearest part she could reach. Natalie kept moving, slowing down gently, then sighed, and trembled, and went still.
She stayed still for a moment, panting against Evie’s neck, and then she began moving again.
“You don’t need to,” Evie said, but Natalie shook her head, and shifted her hips a little, so suddenly Evie felt everything more. She felt a lot more, a wet slippery pressure, and sighed, quite surprised.
Natalie grinned, now sure of herself. She started seeming quite smug. She pushed Evie’s leg, and sucked at her neck, and Evie, despite herself, started moaning. It was suddenly different, no longer gentle and nice, suddenly it was hard hot fucking. Evie grabbed at Natalie, and pushed back against her, moving as best she could. She shifted her knees, and lifted her feet, and held onto Natalie as tightly as possible. She felt Natalie’s body, and thought about Natalie’s orgasm, because thinking like that always made her come. Natalie fucking her was good, and Natalie’s mouth was wonderful, but thinking about Natalie’s pleasure helped most of all. It would work, she knew, even though she already had. She thought, and remembered, and suddenly felt herself close, felt it rushing quite quickly towards her.
She felt herself close, and said, quite calmly, “Oh, actually, I am, after all.”
Evie was close, but because she already had, it was happening gently enough she could still think. She opened her eyes, and saw Natalie watching her.
“Don’t watch,” Evie gasped, then changed her mind right away. “Actually do if you want,” she whispered. “It’s up to you. I don’t really care.”
Natalie nodded, but didn’t speak, she just kept moving against Evie, carefully.
“Kiss my neck, asshole,” Evie whispered, then, “Oh fuck, don’t stop.”
Natalie did, and pressed down with her hips, and after a moment, Evie came too. She closed her eyes, and gasped for air, and bit down on her lip, quite sharply. She felt their bodies, all sweaty and hot, and held on to Natalie as tightly as she could.
“Oh fuck,” Evie said, as Natalie stopped moving. “Um, okay, so I did.”
“I noticed.”
Evie kissed her, and then pushed at her face. “Don’t sound so proud of yourself.”
“I’m not.”
“Yeah you are,” Evie said. “Don’t lie.”
“I am,” Natalie said, and they grinned at each other.
Evie lay there, still surprised, trying to catch her breath, and didn’t know what else to say. Natalie was smiling, staring down at Evie, watching Evie’s face as she panted.
Evie wasn’t sure if she minded. She wasn’t sure what to think. “What’re you looking at?” she said, after a moment.
“Just you.”
Evie thought. “Um, why?”
“Just am.”
“But why?”
Natalie shrugged, and Evie grinned, and decided she didn’t especially mind.
“Okay then,” Evie said, and so Natalie kept staring, stroking her face, and every so often bending down to kiss.
10: Natalie
Natalie lay on her back, listening to Evie’s soft breathing, feeling sweat slippery on her skin. Evie was quiet. They were both being quiet, but Evie seemed quieter than usual, so Natalie left her be, assuming she’d talk again when she was ready.
After a few moments, Evie got up, and went though to the bathroom without a word. When she came back, she lay down when she’d been, close beside Natalie but not quite touching.
Natalie was starting to worry. She felt oddly distracted. She should go to the bathroom as well. She should, but she didn’t. She didn’t feel like moving. She was concerned that something was wrong. Or not, she thought, trying to convince herself. Quiet might just be how Evie was after sex. Quiet might be completely normal, she didn’t know. She lay there for a while, unsure what to think. She couldn’t tell if Evie was upset.
“Was that all right?” Natalie said in the end. “For you, I mean, was everything what you wanted?”
Evie nodded.
“Was anything not?” Natalie said, wanting to be certain.
“Stop it,” Evie said without looking at Natalie.
“I’m just making sure,” Nata
lie said.
“Not you’re not, you’re looking for something to worry about.”
Natalie lay there for a moment, unsure what to say.
“You are,” Evie said.
“Perhaps.”
“I had fun,” Evie said. “I came. What else matters?”
“I just meant…”
Evie grinned, without looking at Natalie. “I came a lot,” she said. “I had fun a lot. Stop worrying so much.”
“Yes,” Natalie said. “But…”
“But what?” Evie said. “Am I disgusted at myself?”
It wasn’t exactly what Natalie had meant, but she nodded all the same. She may as well know now, if that was the reason Evie had been quiet.
“Why would I be?” Evie said. “The money thing?”
“I suppose.”
“Except no,” Evie said. “Because you aren’t paying me. And aren’t ever going to. So I can’t possibly be upset.”
Natalie shrugged.
“Oh but wait,” Evie said. “Do you know what it might be?”
Natalie hesitated, confused, suspecting Evie was teasing rather than actually upset.
“I don’t know,” Natalie said.
“I do,” Evie said. “Age.”
Natalie lay there for a while, looking at Evie.
“Is that what’s wrong?” Evie said.
Natalie didn’t answer.
“Well, is it?” Evie said. “Do you think I care, or something?”
“Do you?”
“Of course not,” Evie said. “Asshole. Just, no.”
“Oh,” Natalie said.
“Yeah,” Evie said. “So now stop being like that, please?”
Natalie nodded, and said, “I’ll try.” She sat up, reaching for her shirt, planning to go to the bathroom. She didn’t want to talk about all this, just yet. She didn’t want to be trapped in this conversation.
“No,” Evie said, looking at the shirt. “Don’t put anything on yet.”
Natalie picked it up anyway.
“Please don’t,” Evie said, then grinned. “I won’t if you won’t.”
Natalie hesitated.
“And don’t walk away from conversations either,” Evie said, and Natalie stopped, surprised, then realized she should be. Evie was clever, which was a lot of why Evie was here.
“Let’s talk about age,” Evie said.
“I don’t think I want to.”
“What a shame,” Evie said. “I kind of do.”
“I’m older than you,” Natalie said in the end.
“Yeah, you are. So what?”
Natalie looked at Evie, not wanting to say it, not even sure what it was.
“You’re thinking something awful,” Evie said. “Or actually, you’re thinking that I’m thinking something awful.”
“No, I…”
“I’m not,” Evie said. “Just so you know. I like you exactly how you are.”
Natalie stayed quiet.
“You don’t believe me,” Evie said.
“No,” Natalie said. “I do…”
“Oh you believe me for now,” Evie said. “You just think I’m going to change my mind.”
That was far closer to the truth than Natalie had expected. “Perhaps,” she said, cautiously.
“Well don’t,” Evie said. “I’m not going to.”
“I know you think so.”
“I promise, I won’t. So please don’t think about me that way.”
Natalie didn’t answer. She still didn’t know what to say.
“Okay,” Evie said. “Or there’s this.” She slid over, close beside Natalie, and looked down at Natalie’s body. She touched, carefully. She stroked Natalie’s arms, and her back, and her side, and then looked at Natalie’s face and said, “I want you. See?”
Natalie shrugged, unsure.
Evie thought for a moment, then bent and kissed Natalie. Her shoulder and arm, and the side of her chest, and then, very carefully, her tummy. Then she sat up and kissed Natalie’s face, next her eyes, on the crows feet Natalie knew were there.
“I really won’t change my mind,” Evie said. “I promise. Okay? You’re absolutely, completely good.”
Natalie bit her lip, thinking.
“And anyway,” Evie said. “You have one big thing going for you that you don’t even know about.”
“Oh?”
“Yep,” Evie said. “Want to know?”
Natalie did, despite herself. “Go on,” she said.
“I like asses. And legs. And eyes and faces and hair, too. But mostly asses. I mean, really like asses. And yours is, um, fine.”
Evie seemed quite smug, and suddenly Natalie believed her. She didn’t know quite why, but she did. Suddenly she believed everything Evie had said. It was the honesty of it, Natalie supposed. The mildness of the praise. Evie hadn’t said Natalie was the most beautiful person in the world, or wonderful all over, or anything else unbelievable. Just that Natalie was attractive, and her attraction was enough, and it wasn’t going to go away.
Natalie thought she could live with that. It was all most people had, she supposed.
“My ass?” Natalie said, smiling.
Evie nodded. “Yep.”
“I run,” Natalie said, not quite sure why she was. “There a treadmill through there. In the next room. That helps a bit with things.”
“I guessed. That or something.” Evie sat there a moment, apparently thinking. “I don’t, by the way. Anything.”
“You don’t need to.”
“Yet,” Evie said, and grinned, and that made Natalie feel better too.
Evie sat there for a while, looking at Natalie. Thinking, Natalie assumed.
“All good?” Evie said, and Natalie nodded.
“Then kiss me,” Evie said. “And stop being silly.”
Natalie looked back at her for a moment, and then did.
*
Evie seemed to have gone back to quietly smirking, which Natalie assumed meant they were finished talking. She was almost glad, even though what Evie had said had been nice. She stood up, and reached for her shirt, but Evie grabbed it and pulled it out her hands.
Natalie stopped, a little surprised.
“Nope,” Evie said. “We talked about this.”
“God,” Natalie said. “Evie…”
Evie shrugged.
“I need to go out to the kitchen too,” Natalie said.
“So go.”
“Not like this.”
Evie shrugged.
“I need a drink,” Natalie said.
“Then use the bathroom tap. I did.”
“Oh,” Natalie said, momentarily surprised. “Well I’m not. There’s water in the fridge and I’d like that.”
Evie grinned. “So go get some.”
Natalie sighed. She assumed Evie was being difficult on purpose, trying to teach her some kind of lesson.
“I was out there for ages with nothing on,” Evie said.
That lesson, probably, Natalie thought.
“Well I’m not going to,” Natalie said. “I can’t.” She tried to reach for the shirt again, but Evie pulled it away.
“I really can’t,” Natalie said. “Not like this.”
“So drink out the tap,” Evie said, smug. “It’s up to you.”
“Please?” Natalie said.
Evie shook her head, and pushed Natalie’s shirt under the pillow, then lay on it, grinning. Natalie looked at her for a moment, then reached for her trousers, but Evie grabbed those too.
“You’re awful,” Natalie said.
“I know,” Evie said. She glanced at Natalie’s underwear, still on the floor beside the bed. She seemed about to slide sideways to get them as well, so Natalie said, “Don’t bother.”
Evie grinned again.
Natalie stood there for a moment, wondering how much of a fuss to make, wondering whether to just get something else to wear. She could get clean clothes out a drawer, or fetch a bathroom towel, or she could just tug the sh
eet off the bed. She ought to do something, to make clear she wasn’t going to let Evie have her way about something so silly. She ought to, but she knew she wouldn’t. She’d let Evie have her way, about pretty much anything, so there didn’t seem much point arguing about this.
“Just go,” Evie said, teasing. “Be brave.”
Natalie sighed, and gave up. She went out to the kitchen undressed. She stood there, and sipped, and stared out of her windows, and decided it wasn’t that awful a feeling, being there in the darkness with the view. The lights were all off, and that made it better. She wouldn’t want to with the room brightly lit.
She went to the bathroom, and then back to the bedroom. When she walked in, Evie was standing beside the bed.
“Oh,” Evie said. “You were quick. I was just coming too.” She was holding her cigarettes. “I won’t be long.”
Natalie almost went with her, because she liked Evie being nearby, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to be near the windows again. She didn’t want the windows, and she didn’t want to argue about clothes either.
“Evie,” she said, and pointed to the ensuite. “Just go in there.”
Evie stopped, but didn’t seem sure. “It’s kind of close to the bedroom. I don’t want to make everything smoky.”
“Turn on the fan. It’s probably strong enough.”
“You’re sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Okay then. If you are.”
Natalie lay down on the bed, and Evie went into the ensuite and sat down on the toilet lid. She lit, and blew smoke, and flicked ash into the sink. Natalie could see her through the open doorway, but couldn’t smell much. The fan seemed to be working.
Natalie lay there, watching Evie, thinking. “I haven’t smoked in seventeen years,” she said, counting.
“Yeah? I’ve only been smoking for six.”
Evie was counting now too, and Natalie suddenly wondered if that was a good idea.
“You stopped smoking before I started school,” Evie said, sounding surprised. As if, even after all their talking, she’d only just realized how far apart they were in age. She had an odd expression.
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