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Though walking with Greta hand in hand was the most comfortable Carson had ever felt in public with another person, her wet panties and still pulsing center made walking itself quite the challenge. She had thought about slipping the panties in Greta’s purse, for her comfort and Greta’s reaction, but Carson didn’t dare to be so scandalous.
Her Nana was surely already rolling over in her grave at her behavior in general since she ran from home, just like her mother. The things she had done and hoped to do again as soon as possible with Greta, those amazing things, well that would kill the woman again and she had been gone for well over a decade.
Carson couldn’t and wouldn’t regret Greta, despite what her dearly departed Nana would say. She was therefore nothing but smiles when they made their way back by their friends table. Greta picked up a drink with olives in it and drank about half of it, while Carson watched her, mesmerized as usual. Jess and Lupe started in with their jokes as soon as they were seen.
“Ooh, Jess look,” Lupe started.
“Greta owns you, Shaw,” Jess laughed.
“I…I know.” Carson agreed, not missing the twinkle in Greta’s eye which struck her in the heart. The way Greta licked her lips after, struck much lower. It hit a place that Carson had no idea was so reactive until recently.
“She admits it, brother,” Lupe said to Jess. The two smacking shoulders and laughing as Carson’s cheeks somehow grew warmer.
“Leave my girl alone, you drunken fools,” Greta said without any malice at all.
Their friends were harmless and were her and her woman’s biggest fans as a couple, outside of Jo. Well maybe even more than Jo, who Carson knew worried about Greta a lot. It was second nature to her, which Carson was more than okay with. There couldn’t be too many people worrying about her girl.
The same girl who cooed with a wink, “baby, let’s dance,” while she reached for her glass.
Once Greta downed the rest of the contents, she slammed the glass back on the table. She then turned to look at Carson once again, who hadn’t taken her eyes off her, per the usual. With a grin that spelt trouble, Greta started to walk backwards, pulling Carson along with her. Not that she wouldn’t have gone on her own. She would follow Greta anywhere.
The heartbeat in her ears drown out any predictable commentary from their friends. It didn’t matter what they said anyways. The only person she was listening to was Greta. All others, even herself if need be, be damned.
Still hand in hand, they made their way around people who just like them didn’t fit into the normal box of life. Men dressed as women, men dancing with men, women dancing with women. It was fabulous.
Greta, with an apparent petty streak, led them to the middle of the dance floor, right next to where Carson’s ill-conceived “dance teacher” was dancing with another woman.
Carson thought the woman she danced with was named Sam, but it could have been Mary for all she remembered. It wasn’t important. She seemed to be a nice lady, but she wasn’t Greta.
No one was Greta, except her marvelous lover, who was jealous and possessive in ways that made Carson’s body thrum with excitement. She wasn’t sure she had ever been so turned on in her life. Definitely not before Greta, and although her sex had been heightened since they met, tonight, well tonight was a whole new level.
Proving Carson’s assumption of petty correct right away, Greta husked, “baby,” loud enough for all to hear. Greta then pulled her close, their mouths combing in a searing kiss that made Carson’s lips tingle. Greta effectively claimed Carson as hers to anyone in the bar who hadn't already been paying attention.
Carson’s brain was once again mush, and her panties were somehow wetter than before, a feat Carson didn’t think possible. She moved on instinct as she wrapped her arms around the woman who changed her life forever.
She followed Greta’s lead, swaying as the saxophone led them to heaven. Or that’s at least where the night had led Carson. What started out so awful, became more than Carson had ever even dreamed of.
While they danced one song, then two, then three, Carson stepped on Greta’s toes a few times with her two left feet. She was glad that Greta just teased her about failing her dance class, rather than finding her anything less than desirable. One thing Carson knew, since the day she met Greta anyways, was desire.
It was always there. At home. In Bev’s car. At the diamond. In the locker room. On the bus. Hell, even in convents, where breaking the silence was just one of the many delicious ways they had sinned.
Tonight though, tonight had taught Carson that a jealous Greta was like an animal. At first a wounded one, who only wanted the safety of home. Then a dangerous one, who stalked her prey, who was hungry and didn’t care who knew it. Who wanted to devour Carson. And fuck if Carson didn’t want that too.
The only thing she wanted more than that was to be the one doing the devouring. She was starving for Greta. Needed more than just a quick tryst in a closet. Needed so much more than that.
So even though Carson worried they tested the boundaries enough for one night, she had to ask. “Greta?”
“Yes, baby,” Greta answered with so much adoration in her eyes that Carson couldn’t help but to kiss her.
Before Carson lost her nerve, she pulled back and started to ask, “do you…do you think that…” her voice trailed off. She cussed herself when in typical Carson fashion she quit speaking, too embarrassed to finish. She tipped her head down in shame, wishing she had the courage to say what felt deep inside. It was a hard change after a lifetime of not being allowed to ask for what she wanted, or even feeling allowed to want at all.
Greta put two fingers under her chin and lifted Carson’s head until their eyes met. She then gently asked, “Carson, you know that you can ask me anything, right?”
“Mmhmm,” was all Carson could say. Her head, that she wanted to hang again, was heavier than she remembered.
“I mean, I’m not agreeing to a threesome with you and your friend over there, but pretty much anything else is fair game.”
“Greta!” Carson exclaimed, her cheeks burning almost as much as her body was. “I…that’s not…I-”
Greta laughed and said, “I know, baby.” When she couldn’t stop her giggles, Carson joined in, grateful that once again Greta made her feel at ease.
At ease enough to whisper, “If I can get Jess to give us a while back at the house, do you want to get out of here?”
“Fuck yes,” Greta answered with no hesitation, making Carson’s entire body hum.
This time it was Carson’s turn to drag Greta along, making a mad dash to their friend's table.
“What will it cost…cost me…for you to stay gone awhile? Doing your laundry? Money?” Carson asked Jess, leaving no room for speculation. She needed alone time with Greta, and she needed it now.
“Damn, you can do all that for me. Do you want me gone too, Shaw?” Lupe asked.
“Always,” Carson teased before turning back to Jess. “No really, what will it take?”
“This one is on me, Coach. Just make sure you score,” Jess finally answered, raising her eyebrows repeatedly in dramatic fashion.
“Oh, she will,” Greta promised as Carson drug her to the nearest exit.
“Be safe, girls,” Carson yelled back to her friends, before opening the door and dropping Greta’s arm at the same time. No sense in threatening their own safety, she had plans for this woman for not only tonight, but for as long as Greta allowed.
They made the ten-minute walk back to the house in just less than five. It was Carson’s turn to watch Greta sneak in first. Her girl’s ass sashayed as she walked to the door. Then she stopped right before she entered and turned back with a wink just for Carson.
When Greta went inside, she took Carson’s mind with her. Somehow, though Carson will never know how, she waited a few minutes longer than she thought she could. She shook with excitement and raw desire while she waited a respectable amount of time. Long enough for plausible deniability if needed.
Carson prayed Sarge, or anyone else, wouldn’t interrupt her as she also crept through the side door like a thief in the night. Though the only thing she wanted to steal was Greta’s heart.
She realized that was cheesy, even for her, as she slowly but surely took the stairs. By the time she made it to the top she really needed to relieve her bladder. She did so, then quickly washed up a little before heading to Greta’s room.
Carson didn’t bother to knock, didn’t want to risk the extra noise as she went into the room that was most definitely not hers. She sometimes dared to dream they could share a room in a place of their own one day. Unfortunately, that wasn’t today, though she was grateful for whatever time she got with the gorgeous woman sitting on the edge of her bed in the same little silky nightgown she wore the night they met.
Carson didn’t know then, couldn’t know then with her limited life experiences what she was in for, but she knew now. Her heart and every other part of her beat to the tune of Greta. As moments turned into days, and days turned into weeks, the feelings of guilt Carson had started to subside. It was replaced with pure unadulterated lust; the likes of which Carson had never before understood.
She walked around in a perpetual state of need. Though, it was so much more than sexual. When friendship turned to love, Carson knew she couldn’t go back to her old life. There was nothing but this and the feelings that overwhelmed her.
Realizing she had been staring since she walked in the room, Carson turned around and gently reached for the door handle. She carefully turned the lock before she shut the door with little to no noise.
Carson considered that a win as she walked towards Greta’s bed. The bed Carson was going to join her in. Her heart about to beat out of her chest.
“What took you so long?” Greta whispered.
Carson moved to sit beside her on the bed and whispered back, “just a quick stop at the ladies room.”
“Which lady?” Greta teased, her hand reaching out for Carson’s.
Carson took her hand but couldn’t help her low groan. “You are as bad as me with the corniness. I must be rubbing off on you.”
“I like it when you do,” Greta said before licking her lips and nibbling on the bottom one. Her long fingers of her free hand played along Carson’s thighs.
Fuck.
Carson had planned to ask for permission to touch Greta after their earlier encounter at Vi’s, but she was afraid that Greta would say no. That she would want to continue to torture Carson in the best, yet worst, way possible. Carson couldn’t handle that again. Not tonight anyways.
With no further words needed, she put one hand firmly on Greta’s thigh, and then leaned forward, putting her other hand behind her love’s pretty red head. Greta didn’t seem to want to enforce her earlier rule either as she leaned into their kiss.
Their tongues danced in ways Carson wasn’t sure she could ever match on the dance floor. Completely in sync. Where one led the other followed. She had kissed a few guys before she settled down with Charlie, but none of the boys, including him, had kissed her with so much passion that she melted into them.
She was doing just that with Greta, when her woman abruptly pulled away. “You have way too many clothes on, Carson.”
“I do?”
“You do, but maybe so do I” Greta crooned, her voice like a lubricant to Carson’s very soul. Something had to be since Greta slid in so easily.
“I should fix that.”
“You should…”
Greta giggled as Carson stood up and pulled her shirt over her head in one move. It wasn’t a flawless move, because that’s not who Carson was as a person, but it was something none the less. She hurried to step out of her skirt, and soaked panties, leaving them in a pile on the floor.
She was sure she stopped breathing when Greta stood up beside her and pulled the bottom of her own nightgown up and over her head. Carson delighted in the fact that Greta had already lost her panties.
Carson knew she was staring. She just couldn’t stop. That body and the things it did to her. Those perfectly round breasts. The little patch of hair between Greta’s legs, leading to the promised land.
Damn.
About the time the literal drool coming from Carson’s mouth started to wake her up from her Greta daze, her beautiful girl leaned over to turn off the lamp. Carson wanted to complain at the loss of visual. At her inability to see Greta clearly. Yet, the moon shined just right through Greta’s window, and Carson quite literally saw her in a different light.
Suddenly, the distance between them was too great once again, and Carson closed it without a word. They were all open-mouthed kisses and hands tangling in each other’s hair. Greta guided them towards the end of the bed with her body instead of her hands, and it was a miracle Carson didn’t fall and bring both of them down. Graceful she had never been. Grateful was something new to her too, but lord was she ever.
She wanted to prove it. To worship at the altar of Greta and treat the woman exactly how she deserved. For the first time tonight, Greta didn’t resist when Carson spun them around. She put her hands on Greta’s back to ease her to the bed and crawled on top of her. With one knee on the outside of Greta’s fabulously long legs, she used the other to hold herself against Greta’s most intricate spot.
She braced herself with her arms by Greta’s head and allowed her knee to apply pressure to where Carson knew she would need it the most. She then began to kiss Greta all over, starting with her mouth.
Greta kissing her like she was as hungry for Carson as Carson was for this intoxicating woman, delayed her path for a well worth it moment. But they didn’t have all night, and there were so many things that Carson wanted to do with this goddess before her. Under her actually, a position that Carson found she liked a lot.
She kissed her way to Greta’s ear, then blew in it lightly before whispering, “Do you have any idea how much I want you?”
“I think…I think…you better…better show me,” Greta whispered back, for once leaving Carson not the only one who stammered.
That was fucking hot.
Of course, Carson did as she was told and licked the inside of Greta’s ear before nibbling on her lobe. She kissed her way down her lover’s neck and then licked back up. Greta’s sharp inhale let her know she was doing something right.
What Carson lacked in experience, she hoped she made up for in passion, and her ability to have memorized all the amazing things Greta has done to her. Even without her trusty note cards. To that end, she continued laying her trail of kisses on Greta’s soft skin, back down her neck and across her chest.
Slowing to take a little time on each breast. Sucking on each nipple before grazing her teeth across them and leaving wet kisses in her wake. Greta’s breasts weren’t the only thing that was wet, as Carson could feel her own excitement running down her thighs.
“Fuck, baby,” Greta said in a tone akin to a sexy whine that caused Carson’s own core to pulse harder.
She ignored her own want for now, to focus on her need to make Greta feel as amazing as she did tonight. As great as she almost always did around Greta. Carson placed a few more kisses on Greta’s skin on her way back to whisper in her ear, “What do you want, baby.”
“You know wh-” Greta’s words turned into a gasp when Carson kissed her pulse point. She knew of its location from health class, and its sensitivity from Greta, and was glad to see it worked on her girl as well.
"What was that?” Carson teased in Greta’s ear once more.
“Please…please fuck me, Coach,” Greta begged.
Carson audibly quit breathing and had no more words after that. She crawled up against Greta, to an angle where their bodies touched all over. Skin to skin contact, highlighted where their nipples met.
She trailed her hand down Greta’s long, toned body, slowly but steadfast on her way to that amazing place between Greta’s legs that somehow made Carson feel more than she ever thought possible.
Fingertips brushed the fuzzy warmth, getting warmer the closer she got to Greta’s center. In another place, another time, Greta would have come at least once already, Carson had no doubt. She had envisioned this many times. Yet, some of the things she had in mind needed a room that could absorb sounds better than the thin walls of this old house did.
Slow and therefore quiet worked too, Carson reminded herself as she ran her fingertips across Greta’s pleasure. Greta squirmed beside her as Carson knew she would. The first time Greta had done the same to her, Carson came almost instantly. When she had finally come back to earth, her next coherent thought was, did men know such a place existed, and if so, why didn’t they care to use it?
It didn’t matter now, as Carson hoped to never have such an experience again. If Greta was the last person she did this with, she could die a happy woman, whether it be 75 years from now or tonight. Although, as she slid two fingers inside Greta, she hoped it wasn’t for the last time with everything in her, and in her lover.
She curled her buried fingers up in a repeated come-here motion, then drew the same response with her mouth once she got as close as human possibly to kissing Greta and then didn’t. Their hot breath lingering on each other’s faces as Carson lifted her head back just enough to make Greta’s lips chase hers. She moaned when they did.
Fuck!
The things this woman did to her made Carson feel every nerve in her body. It seemed effortless, just like Greta’s beauty. Not from the mask she so delicately put on for the world to see. This Greta, the open, uninhibited version that only Carson got to see. And maybe the women before her.
Not for the first time, Carson was encompassed by her own jealousy, and the need to erase anyone else from Greta’s mind. Her fingers continued to thrust inside Greta, curling with every stroke. With her thumb, she pressed down on Greta’s clit and rubbed. Enjoying the way Greta came undone under Carson’s eager hands.
When Greta began to tremble, and her insides started to squeeze around Carson’s fingers, Carson quickly pulled out. She wasn’t ready for Greta to come yet. She had other things in mind.
Greta was quick to object. “Carson…fuck…so close. Why would…why would you stop?” She moved her own hand to where she needed it the most, and Carson stopped her just before she reached her destination.
Taking a cue from Greta earlier, Carson grabbed Greta’s hand and pinned it above them. When Carson whispered, “mine,” a low delightful rumble came from somewhere deep inside Greta.
The throb between Carson’s own legs grew as she whispered, "need to taste, you.” Her only explanation as to why she wouldn’t, couldn’t, let Greta come yet.
Carson could feel Greta’s whimper to her soul and couldn’t wait any longer. She once again placed quick, open mouthed kisses down Greta’s neck, down her sternum, and her belly. Then with the hunger that had encompassed Carson since the first time they touched, she dove, literally face first to Greta’s sex.
The taste of Greta was intoxicating, addicting, and nothing like Carson had ever experienced before. She couldn’t get enough of the saltiness, nor the sweetness that was all Greta. Once again Carson realized she could die right here, a happy woman. Yet, she didn’t really want to, not when she felt alive for the first time ever.
Her tongue took long strokes along Greta’s most intimate spot, slow at first and then with a speed that Carson didn’t know her tongue could reach. Lapping up Greta’s desire with every movement. She stopped only to suck on the spot that she knew Greta needed her most.
Greta’s body writhed beneath Carson’s mouth, still desperate for something, anything in that moment. Carson took her cue and slid her fingers back inside, not daring or wanting to stop her mouth. This, this is what she had been missing her whole life, Carson now knew.
When Greta shuddered, her walls once again tightening against Carson’s fingers, she didn’t stop this time. Instead, she let Greta ride out her orgasm with Carson still attached, still fucking her with everything she had.
It wasn’t enough though; it wasn’t ever going to be enough. She now knew what people meant when they said an all-consuming type of love. Carson would burn her life down, and everything and everyone in it, for more of this.
Greta giggled into a moan when she realized Carson really wasn’t going to stop. “I’ve created a monster,” she teased.
Carson didn’t say a word. She didn’t need to speak as she let her body do the talking. She wouldn’t let Greta up until her much more experienced lover begged for mercy.
When mercy Carson finally allowed, she lay beside Greta and wrapped one arm around her, both women completely spent. She didn’t mean to fall asleep in Greta’s arms again, it just kind of happened.
Neither of them stirred when Jess unlocked the door and crept into their room long after midnight. She just covered them with a blanket and shook her head. “Rookies,” she whispered fondly, hoping that one day she would find what they did. She set Greta’s alarm to ensure Carson had time to make it back to her own bed before sunrise. She then crawled into her own bed, a little jealous she was sleeping alone.