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  Twice.

  After the third time, I collapsed back onto the bed.

  Gemma left her stilled fingers inside me. Another jolt zagged its way through my body.

  “That was—”

  “Amazing,” Gemma interjected. She propped her head onto a palm. Her lips and chin glistened.

  “I’ve never…” I panted and stopped speaking.

  “Josh never?”

  “No. Never. Nothing like that.”

  “Not even?” She glanced down at my pussy.

  “When he went down on me? No, he was always in a rush.”

  Gemma’s guilty grin informed me she meant something else.

  “Oh, you mean when I masturbate.” I felt my cheeks speckle.

  She nodded shyly, making me wonder if she ever said the word out loud. Our comfort level around each other was growing by leaps and bounds tonight.

  “Again. Nothing like this.”

  “Really?” Her eyes grew with anticipation.

  “What about you and Kate?”

  “Oh, she never…” She swallowed. “She was never very comfortable with her feelings and desires.” Gemma’s eyes scampered to my side of the room and seemed lost in the pink rose pattern on my Laura Ashley comforter.

  “All the time you dated, she never went down on you?”

  Gemma shook her head.

  “Fingered?”

  A slight, self-conscious nod of the head indicated yes but not often.

  “But you went down on her?”

  “Of course. Many times.” She reddened, realizing her error. Gemma wasn’t the type to criticize anyone, not even a selfish lover.

  I sucked my lips into my mouth as far as they would go to avoid telling Gemma what I thought about Kate. This wasn’t the time.

  “Has anyone gone down on you?”

  Her silence was loud and clear.

  “Trust me. It felt amazing.” I greedily locked her mouth to mine. She seemed hesitant at first but quickly succumbed. “I like tasting me on your lips.”

  “I like the way you taste.”

  I tugged on her belt.

  She slapped my hand away and then blanched about her knee-jerk reaction. “You don’t have to,” she said.

  I laughed. “I know. I want to.”

  “Are you sure?” Her finger wandered down my nose and rested on my lips. “We don’t have to rush. This is happening so fast. For a straight girl.” She smiled, but I could see concern shimmer in her bright green eyes.

  “Ha! If I’d only known how good lesbian sex was in high school. Trust me, I want to. Now.” Before she could stop me, I flipped Gemma onto her back and tried to yank off her Guess jeans.

  “Wait!”

  I straddled her, enjoying the feel of her bare stomach on my pussy. “What’s wrong? Don’t you want me—?”

  “It’s not that. It’s…” She let out an exasperated sigh. “I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow wondering how things got so out of hand.”

  I patted her wet chin. “Little late for that, don’t ya think? Stop being the responsible one for once. I want to be inside you. To taste you. I want to make you feel like I did moments ago. Please, trust me. I want this. I want you. And I’m a woman. I’m sure I can figure out what goes where.” I made a circle with my thumb and forefinger and then inserted my tongue in the middle. Humor was my go-to when against the wall.

  She laughed. “That’s not what I mean, and you know it.” Gemma patted my hand on her midsection. “There’s a lot to think about. I don’t want to get hurt. And I don’t want to ruin our friendship. Besides, you’re the one who’s always joking that you’re Play-it-Safe Tegan.”

  I huffed. “Really? Now’s the time you bring that up?”

  “Simply pointing out the elephant in the room.” She propped herself up on her elbows.

  I shoved her back down. “What’s the difference between you going down on me and me going down on you? How is that less threatening?” I raised both eyebrows and ground my wetness into her stomach, causing her to close her eyes and stifle a moan.

  After she recovered, she said, “It’s not less threatening, but…” She shrugged, unable to complete the thought.

  “So I’m still straight since my tongue hasn’t landed on your clit. Is that what you’re thinking?”

  “You’re more straight than lesbian that way.” She smiled to soften the blow.

  I ignored the impulse to point out she wasn’t that much more experienced on the lesbian front. That probably wasn’t the best tactic to get her to relax. “How can I get this through your thick head? I like you. I want you.” I biffed the side of her head.

  Gemma’s eyes softened. “I like you, too.”

  “Progress.” I feigned high-fiving. “I want to show you how much I like you.” I leaned down and kissed her. Gemma’s resolve was wilting faster than a daisy in hundred-degree weather. My hand snaked under her jeans and massaged the warmth through her panties. “It seems not all of you agrees that we should stop.”

  “You aren’t playing fair.” She shifted under me.

  “Neither are you.” I nipped her earlobe and whispered, “Pretty please with a cherry on top? Your cherry?”

  She captured my lips, deepening the kiss instantly.

  I broke away. “So, can I?”

  She nodded.

  I cupped my ear. “What? I’m sorry. I didn’t catch that.”

  She growled. “You win.”

  “Win what?” I licked a nipple.

  “I want you. I don’t know why I’m being difficult. I mean, here you are, a beautiful naked woman on top of me”—she trailed a finger down my back—“and I’m putting the brakes on. It’s insane.”

  “It’s not insane. It’s you. Remember, you’re the levelheaded one, and let’s face it; sex is a lot of things but not levelheaded.” I softened my tone. “I know how much Kate hurt you. But I need you to understand that I’m not Kate. I have no intention of using you and then ditching you for the quarterback. I promise.”

  “Promise promise?” The sincerity in her face implored the truth.

  “Promise promise. I’ve imagined this”—I motioned to the tangled bedspread—“for a long time, Gem. Not just the sex, but being with you. I like you.” I punctuated each word with a thrust of my head, and my double-Ds bobbled with each jerk. Gemma noticed but pretended she wasn’t ogling my girls.

  “Me, too. Many times.” Her eyes found their way back to my boobs.

  I jiggled my tits and said, “You like?”

  Gemma reached for one, but I was too quick. “That’s not how this is going to work. My turn.”

  “A taste, please, and then you can have your way with me,” she pleaded.

  “Ah, I didn’t know you were a tits girl. I can definitely use that to my advantage.” I smothered her face with them. Not that she minded. “Now, will you let me get on with it?” I growled playfully in her ear.

  “You can be so dramatic.” She laughed.

  “You can be so stubborn.” I planted a sloppy peck on her cheek.

  Gemma pulled my mouth to hers. “Hopefully not too stubborn.”

  “Never.” I peered into her eyes. “No matter what.”

  Her entire body turned to jelly.

  I peppered her chest with kisses. When I took a nipple into my mouth, her body relaxed even more and then tensed with eagerness. I moved to the next nipple, while my hand roved its way down her side. Her skin was soft. Seductive.

  My fingers found their way down below and slipped under the hem of her panties. Gemma was wet. Much wetter than I’d anticipated. While my mouth sucked on her nipple, my fingers explored her pussy lips.

  Gemma let out a satisfied mewling sound, urging me on. She didn’t resist this time when I motioned for her to lift up so I could remove her jeans and white satin panties.

  “Your bra and panties match,” I said, tickled pink.

  “Of course. Why woul
dn’t they?” She arched an accusatory brow. “Liking sports doesn’t make me an uncouth dyke.”

  I shook my head as if I’d been spinning. “Did you say the D-word?”

  She fluttered her eyelids. “Maybe. My mind is elsewhere at the moment.”

  “Right.” I licked my lips.

  My tongue trailed down her stomach, stopping briefly for soft kisses. I could lose myself forever in her milky skin.

  When I reached her soft mound of pubic hair, I laughed.

  “What?” she asked breathlessly.

  “The carpet matches the drapes. I’ve always wondered.” I rubbed my face into the glorious ginger hairs.

  “You could have asked.” She inhaled when my finger penetrated her slightly.

  “So much better finding out this way.” I winked.

  She smiled, pushing her head farther into the pillow.

  My eyes feasted on the finger moving in and out of her. “I never thought I’d get the chance,” I said in a voice barely above a whisper. “God you feel good.” I closed my eyes briefly to focus on being inside Gemma. So warm, inviting, and tight. I pushed in farther.

  Gemma murmured and elevated her hips off the bed.

  I slipped another finger inside. Gemma responded by convulsing more. It was fascinating to witness how I made her feel. How I made her thrash about on the bed. My quietly confident and dependable Gemma wanted to be fucked. By me.

  She was moving more frantically, and I knew she was getting close. I pumped my fingers harder. Leaning down, I took her bud in my mouth, and she let out the most satisfying sound I’d ever heard. Her taste was pungent and alluring. Nothing like I expected. Just one taste and I knew I would crave it always. Hunger after her.

  As I circled her clit with my tongue, Gemma moaned louder and louder.

  She never asked for more, but when I went in deeper, her intake of breath let me know she liked it. Deeper and deeper I went. Gemma’s breathing intensified. My thirst to taste her increased. She was pouring into my mouth.

  I couldn’t believe I was going down on Gemma.

  Fucking hell, it was marvelous.

  I’d never thought sex could be this good. Now, I understood the fuss.

  I never wanted this to be over.

  Her body started to tremble, and she reached for my hand. I squeezed her fingers, letting her know how much this meant. Our gazes fixated on each other’s, and I saw what I was feeling reflected in her eyes.

  If only we could stay like this forever.

  She smiled as if in tune with my thoughts.

  Her back arched completely off the bed, and she grabbed a pillow again to squelch her scream. I went in farther and thrust my fingers upward. Her shriek intensified, even though it was scarcely perceptible. I wondered if she had half the pillow in her mouth to muffle her ecstasy. Her entire body shook.

  When it finally ended, I settled next to her. Gemma still had the pillow over her face. Resting my head on top of her chest, my fingers played with her ginger pubic hair.

  A giggle escaped from deep inside me.

  Gemma lifted the corner of the pillow. “What?”

  “I can’t believe I’m lying naked with you and playing with your pubic hair.”

  “I wish this night would last forever,” she said with a dreamy expression.

  “Night? I wish this moment would.” I kissed her chest.

  “So, no regrets?” she asked with a concerned smile.

  “Only that we didn’t do this sooner. If I had to do it all over, I would have said this on the first day, ‘Hi, my name is Tegan. Nice to meet you, Gemma. Take off all your clothes.’”

  “You make it sound like a bank robbery.”

  “I feel like I’ve been robbed. Think of how many orgasms we could have had.”

  “Think of all the nights I could have fallen asleep in your arms.”

  I snuggled into her embrace. Gemma’s “Everything I need to know I learned from my dog” poster hung on the wall at our feet. I’d never seen it from this vantage point before. My bed faced the opposite wall where I had plastered movie posters I scored from my part-time job at the theater across the street, including Reservoir Dogs, Basic Instinct, Dracula, The Bodyguard, Scent of a Woman, A Few Good Men, and my absolute favorite: A River Runs Through It. A few of the posters curled up at one corner since some of the tape wouldn’t stick on the cold bricks.

  “What are you thinking?” Gemma asked.

  “I was looking at your poster. I’ve never seen it from this angle. You?”

  “How happy I am.”

  I popped my head up. “Yeah? How happy?”

  “The happiest.”

  I teased her nipple with my finger. “What about now?”

  “Even happier.” Gemma closed her eyes.

  My finger trekked down. She was still wet, and when I pressed her clit gently, Gemma groaned. When I quickly inserted my finger inside her, Gemma’s eyes exploded.

  “We have so much lost time to make up for.” Without another word, I went down on her. Once again, she smothered her face with a pillow.

  Afterward, I removed the pillow. “I never would have thought that my sweet, quiet roommate from Nebraska would be a screamer in bed.”

  “Do you think anyone can hear us?” she asked, half-pleased and half-concerned.

  I laughed. “I’m sure we’re not the first on this floor to fuck. Jenny and April have been making eyes at each other for weeks now in the cafe.”

  Gemma’s eyes clouded over when I said the word fuck.

  “Do you think they love each other?” she asked.

  I shrugged. “Jenny for sure. But I have a feeling April’s taking advantage of all the perks of college living, ya know? She’s not the type to fall for someone and to start calling them poopsie.”

  “Oh.” The word spoke volumes. Gemma wasn’t the type to casually sleep with someone, and I suspected my comment about April taking advantage of having a female roommate probably planted an unpleasant thought in her heart. Did it remind her of Kate?

  There was a pregnant pause. I lifted her chin with my finger to meet her eyes. “That’s not what tonight was, okay? Remember, I promised promised.”

  Gemma’s lips curled up. “That’s right. You did.”

  “Listen to me. I am not April. I’m not Kate. I, Tegan Raye Ferber, like you, Gemma Mahoney. A lot.” I kissed her forehead. “However, I wouldn’t mind experimenting more with you and only you.” I waggled my eyebrows.

  “I think that can be accommodated.” She pounced on me, letting me know she wanted to take charge of my body. It was fucking hot to see how much she wanted me and how comfortable she was around me and only me. I wanted to surrender to her, over and over.

  “I love feeling your skin against mine.”

  She let out a little growl.

  It was still a shock to watch her go down on me. Her red hair tickled my thighs. Her tongue went inside, and she opened her eyes, staring at me. The smoldering look in those emerald eyes told me everything I needed to know. She’d been in love with me this entire time. I smiled at her. I was falling for Gemma. I was falling for a woman.

  I screamed as I came.

  ***

  “What time are we meeting your parents?”

  Gemma pulled her comforter almost completely over our heads. The bed was narrow and I was practically on top of her, yet a frigid draft from the window blasted through and made me shiver. The howl of the wind announced the storm wasn’t over by a long shot.

  “You don’t have to come.”

  “Do you not want me to?”

  “It’s not that. I don’t want to put you in the middle.”

  I tapped my fingers on her chest. “Hey, I don’t know where you were this evening, but we’re in this together.”

  “Thanks.” She nestled into my arms.

  Whooping came from the hallway. “Woo-hoo! Classes are canceled tomorrow!”

  “I
guess you won’t be taking that test tomorrow after all.” Gemma giggled.

  The real test would be with her parents on Saturday.

  “Now I have the whole weekend to cram.”

  “Yeah.”

  “And we have the whole night to fu—make love.” I nuzzled my face against her neck.

  “You can say it.”

  “Fuck?”

  “Yes. I know how much you love the word.” She caressed my breast.

  I squirmed. “Shit, I didn’t know how much until tonight. Fuck, Gemma, I love fucking you.”

  Gemma stopped tickling me.

  “I love it, too.”

  ***

  On Friday, we slept in past eleven, missing breakfast. Snuggling in bed, Gemma cradled me in her arms.

  My stomach growled, sounding like the noise I imagined a bear’s belly made after waking from hibernation.

  “That was impressive,” she joked.

  “Be nice or I’ll eat you.”

  She squeezed her arms tighter around me. “Promises, promises.”

  I laughed.

  “We should get you something to eat, though, to keep up your strength.”

  I burrowed my head into the crook of her neck. “I don’t want to leave this room.”

  She played with one of my blond ringlets. “Is it too early for pizza?”

  I popped up. “It’s never too early for pizza.”

  Gemma reached for the phone, not needing to look up the phone number.

  When she was done, I said, “Are you inviting people over?”

  She smiled knowingly. “Like you, I don’t want to leave this room. Three pizzas should power us through.”

  “Through what?”

  “A riveting game of chess.” She arched a suggestive brow.

  “I had something else in mind. Maybe naked Twister.”

  Gemma cupped one of my double-Ds. “Can you balance with these?”

  “Somehow I manage, and they’re really good at this.” I smothered her face with my girls.

  Gem, of course, didn’t resist.

  I supported my weight with both arms, hovering over Gem. “You’re such a sucker for boobs.”

  “Only yours.” She kneaded them with her hands.

  “You better stop. The pizza will be here soon. Even though I’m new to the lesbian world, I think it’s bad manners to answer the door while going down on a woman.”