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Sitting alone in the dark, surrounded by nothing but silence, Martha found herself contemplating life once again after another one of her dreadful mental breakdowns. The shivers down her spine and feeling of dissociation from that material world was thanks to her uneven breathing, causing her to grip the bed sheets tightly, searching for some sort of safety inside that wicked mind of hers.
How, out of the blue, while getting ready for bed and waiting for Karen to return from the weekend with her family, her mind tricked her by suddenly putting her through a reminiscence of her worst memories. The way she happened to be a lonely child and grew up to be a lonesome young woman. The way she never really felt wanted by no one or anywhere, not even by her parents, who were always so busy; She almost felt like her aunt Lily. A burden to be carried.
Whenever she found a friend, it was a bliss. She would hold onto that relationship for dear life; But, somehow, it would always end so suddenly and so quickly, and she would go back to her loneliness again. Insecurity was so intrinsicate in her that she was always scared of losing Karen; whenever she left that very dorm, their sacred place, she was always scared she’d never come back to it. Come back to her.
And when it came to her love life, Martha would always dodge the subject. How could she talk about something she’d never experienced? When it becomes a topic, she always feels like a young child, who hasn’t yet seen the best of life. In college gatherings, Karen’s presence always attracts the most remarkable girls. She never felt comfortable around them, but she wouldn’t dare to leave Karen’s side. She mostly watched them and spoke when was spoken to; She loved observing her best-friend turn into this social butterfly who had the power of charming those around her.
They’ve been friends for so long, and still, every other day Karen manages to fascinate her even more. Martha envied the way she was so easy-going around men. For her sake, Karen wasn’t seeing anyone at the moment, she couldn’t bear the thought of sharing her attention with someone else. Karen was hers to keep.
However, with a little help from Karen, Martha started seeing a guy, Dean Carson, who was soon-to-be a very successful journalist. The first man who ever showed her the slight of interest. Martha enjoyed his company, he was a sweet man; She would always laugh at his unfunny jokes or whenever his glasses became foggy, blurring his vision. Two days ago, she went on a third date with him, and while walking her back to her dorm, she noticed a few times where he tried to grab her hand, but she managed to avoid it.
The moment they said goodbye and he leaned for a kiss on the lips, Martha innerly panicked and gave him a friendly quick peck on his left cheek instead, leaving him there. Dean probably wouldn’t want to see her again after such an awkward moment, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to see him either.
From her deepest thoughts and tricky mind, Martha managed to return to her senses once she heard the door creak open, revealing the only person she wanted to see. The only person she needed.
“Martha?” She whispered in the dark. What a delight to hear her voice.
“Karen!” Martha whispered back with a little bit of excitement. She reached to turn on her bedside lamp, and though the strawberry blonde couldn’t quite see it, Karen smiled at the sight of her face in that dim light.
“Did I wake you?” the brunette remained with the whispering.
“Oh no, don’t you worry about that.”
Karen turned on the lights and Martha smiled at her presence. “You shouldn’t be awake so late at night, dear. Was it the nightmares again?” Karen made her way towards Dobie’s bed and comforted herself by her side. The blonde went for a welcome hug, which Karen accepted gratefully. Wright felt her friend shivering under her touch. By the time they separated, Karen cupped her face and caressed her blushing cheeks. “Are you alright, Martha?”
How to answer that question?
Karen knew her very well, perhaps better than she knew herself. She could lie, but that would be just an attempt.
“Of course, why do you ask that?”
“You just don’t seem like it. Did something happen while I was away?”
“Nothing far from the usual.” Martha grinned uncomfortably, almost begging for Karen to change the subject. Karen sensed the lying in her voice, so she didn’t dare to rip the truth away from her if she didn’t want to talk about it.
The brunette got up from the bed and started removing her layers of clothing, first starting with her trench coat, while Martha watched in silence.
“How was home?”
“Fine, I guess. My dad’s getting better, Katherine is thinking of having another baby and Kathleen got engaged last week,” Karen mentioned her older and younger sisters with not a sight of excitement in her voice. Martha initially smiled at the great news, but sensed Karen’s indifference. “They are thinking about spending the winter break in Switzerland.”
“That sure sounds swell, are you coming along?”
Karen hesitated and let out a sigh as she undid her hairdo, “I don’t know.” She approached the chest of drawers they shared and grabbed her white nightgown as she shamelessly removed her bra. Martha was used to it, but somehow, that night she didn’t feel the desperate urge to look away.
The sight of the brunette’s perky breasts were entrancing, how her rosy nipples contrasted with her fair skin just right, but Martha didn’t feel in the right to stare. Karen pretended not to notice, but she loved the attention. Therefore, as she came back to her senses, she decided to continue the conversation as her attention went up to her lovely face again, now her hair was falling past her shoulders, just in the way the blonde loved.
“You don’t know? Now what’s that conversation, Karen?” She was genuinely interested to understand her indifference towards her family, which she so loved. “Your sister’s getting married, aren’t you happy for her?”
Another sigh came past Karen’s lips, as she sat down at the dressing table and combed her long brown hair. “Of course I’m happy for her, Martha, but–”. Martha knew how much she hated brushing her hair, so she involuntarily offered to help. Her hand brushed Karen’s as she grabbed the hairbrush. Karen closed her eyes as Martha started running it through her long and dark strands of hair.
“But?” Martha encouraged her to keep talking, and so she did.
“My mother and I had a terrible argument the other day,” Karen gently shook her hand, reminiscing the sight of her mother’s fuming hazel eyes, which she inherited. “Without my knowing, they invited a friend of the family over for dinner to charm me.”
Martha’s heart reached her throat for a second. “W-why is that?” her voice became shaky, perhaps she didn’t want to know the ending of this story.
“You know how my parents never liked me going away for college. Much less to become a teacher. They wanted me to be just like Kate and Kathy, a nice housewife for my promising husband. If I stayed there after turning eighteen, be damn sure I’d be a mother of two kids, at least.” Martha swallowed the lump in her throat, as she kept listening. “They really thought I’d be falling head over heels over that Richard guy.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“He was too self-centered and arrogant. A pig dressed in prince charming clothes. He’s in Med School, so there’s that.”
After finishing up, the blonde put the hairbrush back in place, then ran her fingers through the shiny and smooth brown hair. “So I guess the weekend wasn’t so fun after all.”
“I’d rather have spent it here, doing nothing with you.”
Martha took a deep breath at that remark, letting out a small grin. “You’re done.”
As Martha returned to her bed, Karen, still sitting on the dressing table, watched her with a grin on her lips. Wright got up to turn off the lights, and suddenly all they saw was darkness once again. Out of the blue, an otherworldly need hit Karen like never before.
“Martha, can I sleep in your bed tonight?”
The freckled young woman furrowed her eyebrows in that pitch-dark. “What’s wrong with yours?”
“I’m cold.” Martha felt her approach her bed and then sit by her side. “Scooch over, it’s not like we’ve never done it before.”
“Okay, but no silly games, Karen. We have to be up early in the morning.”
“Yes, boss.”
Martha now was between the wall and the brunette, she turned her back to Karen and started feeling shivers down her spine as Wright’s breath reached her bare skin. “Goodnight” she whispered in a shaky voice.
“Sleep well, dear.” Soon, Martha’s tiredness went away thanks to the sudden and lingering kiss Karen placed on her right shoulder.
At least five minutes passed and Martha was still petrified, not daring to look to her side to discover if Karen was already sound asleep and not wanting to wake her up if she actually was. Her breathing became shallow, her heart was beating faster than never before, and perhaps Karen was able to sense it, since she peeked to check if her friend was still awake. Now she turned on the bedside lamp and had a better vision of the whole thing.
“Martha, you’re not asleep yet. Why?” She touched her arm gently, and now was laying on her side.
Martha finally turned to look at her, her back to the mattress and head on the pillow, having to bear with the beautiful upper view of Karen’s face over hers. They were content with the comfortable silence, looking into each other’s eyes was enough.
Martha noticed Karen’s attention shifting from her eyes to her lips, every now and then. “What’s wrong with my lips? You’re staring too much.” Martha cut the silence on the spot, taking her off guard.
“There’s nothing wrong, it’s just a shame they’re not on mine.” Karen let out another one of her sassy remarks. If Martha was petrified before, she could barely process such thing.
Silence embraced the moment once again as Karen gently approached her lips to hers, and Martha didn’t have the courage to stop her. Not like she did with Dean the other night. She wanted this as much as Karen did, maybe she’s been repressing this need since the moment she saw her running across the quadrangle.
When their lips finally met, Martha felt tingles run through her entire being. An unfamiliar sensation between her legs hit her deliciously, as if she needed Karen to suppress her new desire. Martha had never been kissed before, and the brunette could sense her inexperience, but that was never a struggle, she kept on kissing her gently, slowly and passionately, until she got acquainted.
Martha was a fast learner, it didn’t take so long for their kiss to become a beautiful dance, a dance which Karen had the lead.
After running out of breath, they separated. Karen now had the sight of Martha’s flushed cheeks. And Dobie was lost in the bright, big hazel eyes that now seemed so dearly affectionate.
“I need you, Karen. I need you…” She whispered, raising her face so their lips would meet again. This kiss was steamier and more rushed than the previous one, Martha’s cold hands cupped Karen’s warm face. The brunette quietly moaned through the kiss the moment their tongues touched slightly.
Karen’s kisses went from Martha’s lips to her jawline, then her neck, then her bare collarbone. “You’re so good to me, Martha. So good…”
In the meantime, Martha’s ache between her legs was becoming almost too hard to endure, and so was Karen’s. The brunette noticed how needy the blonde was becoming the moment she involuntarily straddled the air, looking for friction. From her collarbone, Karen felt drawn to her delightful lips once again, never getting enough of them.
In provocation, Karen placed one of her legs between the blonde’s, shallowly touching her where it was most needed. Martha, who was already a panting mess, let out a moan against Karen’s plump lips. Wright could feel herself soaking at what was now her favorite sound in the entire world.
Both now felt like encaged birds trapped in those clothes, Karen was the first one to get rid of hers, throwing it on the floor. Martha could now look and feel her small and perky breasts for as long as she wished. Still a little bit afraid for her inexperience, she ran her gentle hands throughout Wright’s thin figure, starting from her hips, up her tiny waist and finishing on her petite breasts.
Entranced, Martha caressed them both, wondering how it must feel to have them in her mouth. Karen must’ve heard her thoughts, since she brought them closer and closer to her lips. The brunette moaned a little bit louder at the touch, as she suppressed her lust by grinding against the blonde’s thigh. Martha, being so taken by desire, changed their positions and was now on top, taking Karen by surprise.
The blonde’s touch reached the band of Wright’s lingerie, shamelessly and slowly pushing them down. Karen watched her in complete awe, curious about her next move. Again, scared about her inexperience, Martha slightly froze, looking at Karen’s now dangerous expression.
“Make me yours, Martha.” Karen slowly approached the blonde, daring her to go further. “You know how many times I dreamt about this? Of you making love to me as if our lives depended on it?” She whispered in her ear with lust in her voice.
“I don’t know how to–”
“I’ll help you through it, my dear, just make the first move.”
Of course Martha had touched herself before, but touching Karen was much more defying. She decided to start slowly, kissing her lips, her neck, her chest, her belly, caressing her thighs. Not looking away from Karen’s daring look, she felt like a helpless kitten. When her fingers touched Wright’s wet, swollen and needy clit, it was like a whole new world to her. She had the power of making Karen feel good and wanted with only her touch.
Karen closed her eyes and allowed herself to worship that moment. Martha was circling her clit so achingly slow that made the brunette need her more. “Faster, Martha, please…” she cried during the quiet panting. Martha did what she was told, except, after a few seconds of stimulating her, an idea crossed her mind.
The panting mess in front of her, opened her eyes after the sudden loss of contact and looked at Martha sadly. “Martha, why did y–”. Dobie, not being so taken by fear anymore, gently inserted one finger inside Karen, taking her by surprise, that earned her a moan. She fastened the pace gradually, and then added another finger.
Karen’s climax was building up ever so quickly, that she became a moaning mess, finding a hard time to keep it quiet. Feeling her walls closing around her fingers, Martha approached her lover’s body once again, taking her hard rosy nipple in her mouth and releasing it with a pop. “Come for me, dearest,” she said nuzzling against the crook of her neck, as she pressed her thumb against the swollen bud.
Karen went mad.
Wright let out a loud cry as she buckled her hips and shivered entirely. Martha felt Karen’s warm traces of pleasure all over her fingers, and suddenly, curiosity took over. She approached her dirty fingers to her lips. Karen, returning to the real world, watched the whole thing, as if it was an erotic scene from a picture no one would ever see. Martha licked her fingers clean and seemed to enjoy the salty, aphrodisiacal taste her lovely Karen had to offer. No one could take that moment from her.
Martha, still dressed in her nightgown, watched Karen come back to her senses eventually, as she smiled proudly at herself for giving her such bliss. As the brunette’s breathing gradually became even, she positioned herself on top of the blonde again. Karen noticed Martha’s nervousness coming back, and caressed her cheek in reassurance.
“No one has done it to me before,” she admitted, in shame.
“I’ll be gentle, my dear, I promise.” They shared another calm and lingering kiss, Martha felt so safe in Karen’s arms that she never wanted this moment to end.
Karen kissed her neck lovingly and took her time to smell Martha’s mesmerizing natural scent. By the time she kissed her collarbones, her fingers brushed against her shoulders, removing the stripes of her nightgown, revealing her small and freckled breasts. Karen wished she could have the time to kiss each and every single one of her lovely freckles, but there were just too many.
The brunette felt Martha lightly pull her hair when she took her nipple in her mouth, bit it and licked it. “God, Karen…” Martha let it out, completely washed over by desire.
By the time Karen went further down her body, Martha watched every single move she made. After raising her nightgown a little more, Wright kissed her right below her belly button. She noticed Martha’s underwear was soaked in pleasure, and her mouth watered in just wondering what it must taste like.
After enduring the feeling of having the brunette remove her underwear achingly slow, Martha gasped at the unexpected kiss Karen placed on her throbbing bud. Karen ran the tip of her tongue through Martha’s cunt, from her clit to her entrance, teasing her a bit.
“For fuck’s sake, Karen, don’t torture me.”
“Language, Miss Dobie.” She said playfully.
Between Karen’s lips, Martha could feel her clit exploding with pleasure, just waiting for a release. Her tongue was so wonderfully skilled. Karen was sucking, licking up and down, side to side, distributing kisses all over it. Martha was almost reaching heaven. Martha reached for Wright’s hair, tugging it, at rare times, gently, but the brunette didn’t mind at all.
But it all got better when she felt Karen’s fingers filling her completely, gently at first, so she could get used to the stretch. In the meantime, Karen never dared to remove her mouth from the throbbing sensitive flesh, which now became her favorite dessert. She loved having such power over Martha.
“Karen, I can’t take it anymore…” Martha cried out, “Fuck, baby!” She moaned quietly, while cursing nonsense.
Martha let out a cry once again, louder this time, as her body collapsed over that tiny bed, washed over in a complete new sensation she’d never experienced before. Her first orgasm. Karen held her through it, like she would always do.
Both women, now closer than never before, hugged each other’s bodies in silence, observing every curve, every freckle, every mole, every scar. Five minutes ago, Martha had decided to get rid of her nightgown for the rest of the night. The blonde ran her fingers through Karen’s silky hair, when she was almost closing her eyes and finally falling asleep.
“No silly games, huh?”