Girl Love Happens: G&T Lesbian Romance Season One Episodes 1 & 2 Page 2

  “Teeg…‌are you sure?”

  I responded with a kiss. For what seemed like a lifetime, we kissed. Finally I said, “God yes, I’m sure.” Sayonara play-it-safe Tegan!

  Our hands sought the other in a tangled mess. I fisted her red hair. Gemma pulled me close, letting out a soft moan.

  She pulled away from our lip-lock. “We should slow down.”

  “I know. It’s our first time. We should savor it.”

  Gemma’s eyes glowed with primal desire.

  “But, I don’t know if I can take it slow.” I cupped her cheek. “Not with you looking at me like that.”

  Gemma cradled her hand over mine. “Like what?”

  “Like you want to eat me.”

  “I do.” She didn’t bother playing coy.

  There was no fighting it. Our bodies became entangled once again. Kissing. Pawing. Groping.

  Gemma wrenched the collar of my T-shirt and trailed her tongue along my collarbone.

  “I want you,” I said.

  A lust-filled groan escaped from her lips, and she ripped my shirt over my head. I reciprocated, jerking her sweatshirt and T-shirt off as fast as humanly possible. The kiss had spurred an overpowering yearning, unleashing all the inhibitions forged by my parents and society. From Gemma’s urgency in tearing off my shirt, I sensed she felt the same. Not knowing what to do next, I kissed her again.

  Gemma took charge and pushed me gently onto the red comforter to climb on top of me. Her hand ran up and down my side. My fingers fumbled with her white lace bra, and I was shocked to learn how hard it was to unclip someone else’s bra with one hand.

  I laughed. “I was expecting a sports bra.”

  “I’m not that much of a jock. I do own normal bras.”

  I ran a finger along the lace. “Sexy.” I reached around with both arms in another attempt to unhook it. “Seriously? Why can’t I do this?”

  “Let me do that for you.” She sat up and slowly revealed perfect, tiny breasts. My glimpse of Gemma naked the other day had happened so fast I didn’t notice her tattoo. With one finger I stroked the butterfly above her left breast.

  Gemma smiled shyly. “May I?” She gestured to my bra. I tilted up for her to undo the clasp. She slid the straps over my arms and dropped the bra onto the floor.

  “You make it look so easy,” I joked.

  “I’ve practiced with my blowup doll.”

  “Really?” I squawked.

  “No! I’ve been with Kate.” Her sincere eyes grew wide and a flash of fear shimmered in the yellow flecks.

  “It’s okay. I guessed you weren’t a virgin.” I winked to reassure her. “Neither am I.”

  We’d always avoided sharing that one detail during our talks. Sex was a forbidden topic in my household, and it was a difficult habit to break. I think Gemma’s family was even more hush-hush. Whenever we watched a movie with a sex scene she always turned three shades of red, and I sensed she wanted to cover her face and watch through the cracks of her fingers. The thought almost made me laugh. As soon as it became apparent we both wanted each other, our shyness flew out the window. Mostly.

  She bit her lower lip. “But never with a woman.” Gemma stated it as a fact.

  “Nope.”

  She nodded knowingly.

  I cupped her chin and said, “Please, I want you to make love to me.”

  The fright in her eyes flashed brightly and then dimmed. Her smile grew wide. Gemma leaned down and kissed the hollow of my throat. I let out a small gasp. She kissed and licked her way to my right breast. She flicked my nipple with her tongue, and a louder gasp escaped from me. My nipple grew hard, and Gemma bit it gently at first, and then a little harder.

  “Oh,” I exhaled.

  Gemma’s mouth savored the other nipple.

  It was driving me insane, and my hips curved upward. Gemma gazed into my eyes, and I mouthed “please.” She started to make her way down, leaving a moist trail as her mouth and tongue descended.

  Down and down she went.

  The anticipation was driving me mad with an overwhelming yearning I’d never felt. Juices pooled in my panties.

  “I feel like I’m about to burst.” I ground my head into the pillow.

  “I take it you want me to continue.” She licked my belly right below my belly button until she reached the top of my jeans.

  “Yes. God, yes.”

  Without any prodding, I raised my hips so she could wrench my jeans off. My panties went next. She gawked, bewildered, and I wondered if I should talk her through it. Then I remembered Gemma had done this before.

  “Everything okay?” I asked when Gemma continued to stare.

  “I never thought I’d see you. All of you.” Her face lit up.

  “Is it all you imagined?” I joshed.

  She laughed. “You can say that.” Her fingers softly raked my coarse hair. “And then some.”

  Gemma traced her finger along my slippery lips. She ran it up and down several times and then licked her finger all the while eying my reaction. I slowly exhaled. Before she did anything else, her delicate pink tongue moistened her lips.

  I couldn’t peel my eyes off of her, not wanting to miss a moment.

  Her head started to dip toward my pussy.

  Gemma’s mouth opened slowly.

  And then her tongue was on me. Exploring. I fisted the sheets with both hands. She parted my lips and a tingling sensation ripped through my body.

  Gemma’s eyes flickered to mine, questioning if she should continue.

  I bobbed my head, too overcome with exhilaration to speak.

  She winked at me, and her tongue entered.

  An excited squeal slipped out.

  She didn’t venture too far. My hips started to gyrate, guiding her deeper inside. Her hands clamped onto my butt and she moaned with fervor. That electrified my senses even more.

  “More, please,” I pleaded in a soft tone.

  Gemma’s eyes burst open with eagerness, and I nodded to confirm the request.

  She replaced her tongue with a finger, ever so gingerly.

  “Don’t stop,” I panted. “Whatever you do, don’t stop.”

  She seemed to understand what I meant, and her tongue concentrated on my clit while her finger plunged in and out.

  “Oh my God.” I writhed. Gemma added another finger inside. Her tongue circled my bud frantically, and I could tell she was trying to keep it in the right spot. Try as I might, I couldn’t hold still.

  “Oh…‌oh…‌oh…” I repeated over and over.

  Gemma drove in deeper. I sat up, which flustered her, and she pulled her head away. Guiding her mouth urgently back into position and flashing a supportive smile, she continued stimulating me with her tongue.

  “Oh…‌I think I’m going to…” I couldn’t say the last word. An orgasm coursed through me, pinging frantically against all my nerve endings.

  Gemma started to steady her fingers.

  “No, don’t stop.”

  One deep thrust brought me back to the brink of bliss. My fingers gouged the flesh on her back. I wondered if it hurt her, but I couldn’t stop myself.

  My body shuddered once.

  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 level-headed one, and let’s face it, sex is a lot of things, but not level-headed.” 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 in 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 wouldn’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 penetra
ted 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?”