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“God dammit”
Carson strode ahead of Greta letting out a small huff of annoyance, her eyes squinting slightly as they moved from the darkened garden path towards the lit porch. “I’m mean we can’t even have the woods now” the shorter woman muttered hoping her partner hadn’t heard her.
“Hey!” Oh shit she had.
Carson turned on her heal to face the red headed beauty who had been swimming through her mind every night for the past week. Carson gulped as if she were a child getting ready for a scolding.
“so first you just wanna be friends and now you can’t keep your hands off me” the taller woman scoffed as she scanned the brunettes face. “what’s the rush” she placed her perfectly manicured hand on the swell of her hip as she cocked her head.
Carson longed for those hands to be back in her hair like they had been not five minutes ago, grasping and tugging driving Carson wild. Carson’s heart fluttered as she briefly reminisced about their previous rendezvous and where she would like Greta’s hands to go next.
Carson’s breath got stuck in her throat “There’s no… there’s no rush.” As much as that was true Carson’s patience was wearing thin and her desire was out of control; they had been sneaking around for a good part of a week and each time Carson longed for their actions to go further, to somehow get closer to this gorgeous woman. She thumbed the corners of her purse trying to focus on anything apart from Greta’s eyes baring into her face.
“I just… I dunno, I wanna find a spot where we can… actually…” Carson didn’t know how to describe this thing with Greta, what would she have said? Fuck? Make love? Nothing seemed to encompass how she felt but also the ways she wanted to touch the woman in front of her and how she wanted to be touched in return.
“Wow” the taller woman’s eyebrows raised. Had she been too bold by suggesting they were going to have sex? Was Greta having second thoughts about the arrangement? She was the one who said friends could mean a lot of different things.
The catcher pushed on. “You know” Carson moved around awkwardly hoping Greta would see how much she wanted this. To be with her. Carson had never done this before, Charlie had always been the one to initiate sex at home and half the time she would make up some excuse like having a headache or that she was menstrually indisposed as sarge had put it. A light blush painted itself across her cheeks as she looked up to see Greta smirking and nodding back at her.
“Uh-huh” Greta pressed her lips together silently noting that they were still puffy from Carson’s hungry kisses against the tree. Greta knew if she didn’t move them on the tension would only get worse and that makes it easier to bend and break rules. She knew the consequences of breaking rules. But that didn’t mean she didn’t want to see the shorter woman squirm a little until they could find a place to be together. “okay why don’t you go inside first” she motioned towards the coke with her head.
“Why”
Greta knew what she was doing, she was well practiced in anticipation she held her stare with the brunette for a second before flicking her eyes quickly scanning the length of Carson’s petite but strong form, her voice dropping a semitone lower
“I like to watch you” she said with such coyness.
Carson’s brain couldn’t seem to fire fast enough as her mouth was left slightly agape. bewildered that this stunning woman found her attractive, so much so that she takes pleasure in watching her. Carson shook her head slightly in disbelief before taking full advantage and heading up the stairs of the porch making sure to pop her hip a little as she raised her leg drawing attention to her ass. The taller woman softly chuckling as she watched the display.
Carson made her way up the stairs to her shared bedroom being careful to avoid the squeaky floor boards and barging into any of her team mates, her heart still pounding and her mind racing with what was potentially to come. All she knew was she definitely would not be having dreams about Charlie tonight.
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She had been able to focus on very little since those words slipped from greta’s perfectly lined, soft lips. They sounded like something from a dream constantly circling her thoughts; and Carson had been having way more dreams about Greta than she cared to admit.
The away game at Kenosha against the comets was quickly approaching and the girls had been given 30 minutes to pack up their belongings for the weekend. Carson had barely been able to pack her case the first time around out of excitement for the tryouts but this was a totally different story. She silently wished she packed some different underwear instead of her safe, boring, white housewife sets. Although she also didn’t anticipate that she would have met the most beautiful woman and that she might be having sex with said woman. Hell she hadn’t anticipated having sex at all especially with a woman. Carson let out a little sigh as she neatly packed her clothes and scanned over the books she had brought with her, her eyes falling upon the book Greta had given to her after her phone call with Meg. Letting out another sigh she tossed it into her case.
Carson’s stomach was in knots trying to figure out how her and Greta could find a place to be alone during the away game. She decided to focus on the plays going over her game cards memorising every pitch, every loaded base, each swing until it was seared on her brain as the bus trundled towards their destination. Dove had then taken away the only distraction she had, who knows the brainless moron actually might have learned something from her cards and maybe now he would actually coach them. The brunette rung her hands listening to the poker game going on at the back of the bus; that’s when it hit her. she gently tapped sarge on the shoulder before whispering something about how they should change the room arrangements in the spirit of team building whilst trying not to let her excitement beam through from the thought of being roomed with Greta.
Her plan had almost fell through when sarge announced the new room assignments and Carson tried to mask the disappointment she felt. They had just passed the state border into Wisconsin and Carson had never felt so defeated even more than when they’d lost their first game. The rest of the bus had burst into song excited that the journey was about half over but carson wasn’t really in a celebratory mood anymore. She closed her eyes and let out a heavy sigh, oh well at least she wouldn’t have to listen to the low hum of Shirley’s humidifier every second of the night. Wait that was it. Shirley. The girl wouldn’t eat tinned fish let alone want to bunk with someone as loud and in your face as Jo. Carson new she had to be smart about this and make it seem like it was Shirley’s idea and not her own. She glanced over at the younger woman who was folding her handkerchief to go back in her purse. Allergies. It was perfect. Carson cleared her throat before raising her fake concern to her friend knowing she would immediately have similar concerns. Carson needed to put Shirley off her scent by suggesting different roommates, she tried not to smile as she could see the cogs turning behind Shirley’s eyes coming to the conclusion that it would be best for Carson to be with Greta and for her to be with May-belle and away from Jo’s aftershave, even better Shirley offered to speak to Jo herself. Shirley had barely left her seat as Carson burst into song with the rest of the team and ecstatic smile spread across her face, her heart skipping a beat as they got closer to their hotel.
Okay so there was no hotel and the realisation of them being in a convent didn’t exactly thrill her but at least her and Greta could finally be alone behind a closed, locked door. Carson couldn’t stop the smile spreading on her face as they made their way towards the small chapel. Terri spotted her beaming wanting to know where all her excitement came from. Carson quickly rambled about how she loved god after all what simple housewife from Idaho wouldn’t. The team scrambled up the carpeted stairs trying to find the best room to claim, Carson couldn’t care less which room she got as long as Greta was in it and maybe a bed would be good too.
She flung her case onto the bed to busy to inspect the rest of the room as Greta swiftly turned the latch on the door, she half wanted to shove the taller woman against the door and kiss down that gorgeous long neck of hers but she knew that clatter against the door might alert someone to come looking for them and the last thing she needed was Shirley barging in thinking there was a first aid emergency. She waited for Greta to gently place her suitcase by the bed and started to walk towards her.
“Im impressed Shaw”. She couldn’t help it she grabbed Greta by the hips to spin her round and crash their lips together, the redhead letting out a small “ooooh” as they moved more onto the bed. They were a concoction of swirling tongues and feverish hands. Carson wanted to touch the taller woman everywhere to map her skin with her hands and breathe her in as if she were air herself. Her hands dove into Greta’s thick hair tugging a little which was rewarded with a soft moan that just escaped her lovers lips. Her heart was racing and her skin felt as if it were on fire, Greta’s hands were now roaming her body bringing them closer together. They glided down the small of her back and started to massage her ass. Carson’s shock made her pull away from the kiss and let out a breathy “sorry”. Realising what she had done the shorter woman turned a bright shade of pink waiting to see how the other woman would react.
“Sorry, was that too much”
The concern in Greta’s eyes made Carson’s heart flutter even more. She had never felt like she had a say in anything like this before. Yes Charlie cared for her and he would never make her do something that she didn’t want to do but sex was more routine in her married life than something to take pleasure from. It used to feel like a chore but now Carson wanted everything and anything that this beautiful woman could give her.
Panic set in for a second the last thing Carson wanted was for Greta to stop what she was doing. “No no no I’m sorry. I… I want your hand there. I want your hand there”
“You do” the redhead looked up at her with those gorgeous brown eyes asking for Carson’s enthusiastic consent.
“Yeah I do, go go go” Carson reclaimed Greta’s lips and the other woman’s manicured nails tried to make quick work of the shorter woman’s buttons on her dress but suddenly the hands stilled and pulled away. Carson could feel cool air where the beautiful woman’s lips had been a second ago. Carson vaguely caught the “Woah okay” the other woman let out as she pulled away her brain foggy with arousal
“No why did you stop” she almost wined begging for the the other woman to resume their activities.
Greta cocked her head and flashed a concerned smile. “Because you’re not breathing” she moved further down the bed to give Carson some room to sit next to her, she took the shorter woman’s hand rubbed the back of it with her thumb hoping Carson would feel safe.
She wanted to bury her head in her hands, this gorgeous woman wants her and she was screwing it up. She had never experienced this before wanting so much but not knowing how. “Urgh I don’t know what’s wrong with me I’m sorry” Carson was sure that Greta would think she was being a fool and that she had ruined her one chance.
“It’s okay.” The taller woman bobbed her head to make eye contact with her lover. She wanted this as much as Carson did and Greta remembered what it was like to be a little baby queer and feeling like every second counted because they might not have it again. She knew it would happen for them sometimes they just needed to slow down a tad.
Carson let out a deep sigh wishing the ground would swallow her up. Greta had been in this situation before, after sleeping with a number of married women you spot the signs; guilt, remorse, relief. She gave the other woman a small smile “You thinking about Charlie?”
“No…“ Greta was shocked. Most of the wives she had slept with had usually answered yes and had either cried or pretended greta was their husband. Carson always surprised her.
“I’m just… I’m messing this up, I’m messing it up”
“No you’re not… listen we have all night and tomorrow.” As much as greta wanted to be with Carson she knew that timing was everything and for the next two days aside from practice and the game they had nothing but time. It was almost like vacation. A sex vacation.
Carson scanned Greta’s face spotting the smeared lipstick, how could someone look so beautiful she thought. Carson nodded and said “Yeah okay” squeezing the other woman’s hand as a way of thanks.
“Plus I’m a little hungry” a playful smile spread across Greta’s smudged lips Carson couldn’t help but smile too.
“I’m hungry too” in normal circumstances one of them would have made it sexual but the low rumbling in her stomach said they should definitely fuel up before anything else
“We could go see if nuns like snacks” Greta wiggled her eyebrows baiting the other woman into a chuckle
“They got too”
Carson rose to her feet and offered out a hand to pull the other woman from the bed. Greta smoothed out the creases in her skirt and pulled a stray strand of hair back behind her ear before going over to the mirror and spotting the mix of the different shades of lipstick sticking to her skin.
“I think we’ve created a new colour” she joked wiping the excess off her mouth and chin before rummaging in her purse for her signature red lipstick.
Carson strode across the room and looked at the pair of them in the mirror her hair was out of place and the flush in her cheeks was still present she let out a content “mmm” before feeling a slap on her butt
“come on last one downstairs has to buy beers when we get back to rockford” unfortunately the convent had a strict no drinking policy and Greta thought stealing the communion wine and sleeping with women might actually send her to hell, well if she believed in it.
Carson quickly smoothed her unruly main into place and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before chasing the redhead down the stairs to the kitchen.
They tried not to giggle as they caught up to each other in the living room, the lights were dim and the drapes closed they both glanced at the clock wondering when it had gotten so late. It was 8pm and the girls had been told it was lights out at 10 because the nuns had an even stricter prayer schedule. Greta stuck her arm out allowing Carson to lead the way to the kitchen but really she just wanted to watch the woman’s hips sway as she walked down a little corridor and into the small kitchen.
Sarge, still in her uniform was buttering some toast, without looking her voice shattered the silence. “Miss Gill, Mrs Shaw. I hope you’re planning on an early turn in this evening we wouldn’t want to disrespect our hosts with the clatter of pots and pans this late into the evening”
“Wouldn’t dream of it” Greta was crouched down looking in the ice box for some bits and pieces they could take up to their room. The tall woman let out a triumphant “aha” as she grabbed some cheese and grapes. She turned on her heal to look at the chaperone. “Charcuterie” she said with a proud look on her face.
“Come again” sarge had a quizzical look on her face as if Greta had grown another head.
“Charcuterie” Greta repeated. “It’s French, me and Jo had it all the time when we were in Paris. Now all we need is some meats and crackers”
“How international” sarge sarcastically jibed before reminding them about lights out bidding them a good night.
Carson dove into searching the cupboards for some crackers like Greta had said she struggled to reach the top shelf of the cupboard but insisted she could get the object herself. She grabbed the small packet of salted crackers but also brought down a box of cereal and the coffee tin.
“Shit” the shorter woman cursed before slapping her hand across her mouth in shock. Greta placed a finger over her own lips and helped Carson return the unwanted items. Next to the small stove was a plate with leftovers on Greta inspected it with a fork she’d retrieved from the drawer.
“Bingo” she whispered as she pierced a sausage transporting it to a small plate she had already started laying cheeses on. They made light work of cleaning up after themselves and made sure everything was back into place before creeping back up the stairs to their room making sure to not disturb any of the nuns.
The second they crossed onto the room and the door closed behind them Carson’s heart was racing again. Greta placed the tray of food on the side table between the two beds and turned to look at her lover. “Why don’t you go freshen up for bed first while I set this out” Carson managed to nod before searching through her case for a pair of pyjamas and her wash bag.
Greta scanned the room, it wasn’t exactly the ritz, it was designed for nuns. Greta half debated trying to move the beds closer together but the scraping of the metal frames against the wooden floor was sure to raise a few questions if anyone heard. Less is more. She had read that somewhere in a magazine on the train from New York to Chicago. Greta took the pillows from the beds and placed them in the middle of the floor she placed the tray of food between the pillows moving it slightly a few times until she got an angle she liked. She placed her own suitcase on the bed and found her night gown, Greta had always had an eye for fashion and this trip would be no exception. She held out the black lace gown out in front of her admiring the pattern just above the breast, she laid the garment on the bed and started to run her brush through her hair taming some of the tangles of the day, some naturally made others made by Carson’s wandering fingers earlier.
The first baseman slipped off her heels and stretched letting the wear of travelling escape her body. Greta made short work of her buttons on her blouse and slipped off the pencil skirt she had been wearing, hanging them both in the small wardrobe. The woman now just in her brassier, slip and suspenders flicked her eyes to the mirror quickly inspecting what was left of her makeup. Her base was still intact but her lipstick had definitely seen better days, she fished the red lacquer from her make up bag she popped the lid haphazardly it quietly clattered on the floor and rolled under the bed.
“Shit” the tall woman cursed. The last thing she needed was the rest of her belongings coated in a bright shade of red when they returned to Rockford. She got onto her knees and hurried her head under the side of the metal bed frame searching for the lid.
The sound of approaching footsteps got closer to the door and all Greta heard was a woman’s voice.
“Greta did you remember to pack tooth paste because I…. Woah”
Greta flushed with embarrassment at first knowing that her ass was stuck in the air and Carson would have definitely had a prime view of her underwear peaking out from the edge of her slip that had risen up to her midriff. Never to miss an opportunity she wiggled her behind as she made her way out from under the bed.
“Like what you see Shaw?” The woman asked suggestively
“Uh-huh” the shorter woman was stood mouth agape in her blue pyjamas. She strode towards Greta her hand guiding the taller woman by her neck for their lips to crash together.
Carson was the one to moan into the kiss first her hands exploring the newly exposed skin, to her surprise greta moved her hands to Carson shoulder to push them apart a little.
“What’s wrong?” Carson said with a confused look on her face. She was making sure she was breathing this time.
“It seems a little unfair that I’m the only one in their underwear” greta teased the shorter woman.
“Oh… I don’t… I don’t have anything on under here” she blushed her eyes casting their gaze on the floor.
“You’re not going shy on me now Shaw” Greta placed a finger under Carson’s chin to bring her eyes back up to hers. Carson’s eyes had deepened in colour her cheeks and neck pink with arousal. Manicured hands started slowly popping the buttons on Carson’s pyjamas and a pair of lips attached themselves to her neck flicking at her pulse point and just grazing teeth along her jawline. Carson could feel a slickness in her pyjama pants her knees becoming weaker as the gorgeous woman undressed her.
“Wait, I want to see you too” the rough hands of the catcher made their way to Greta’s ass squeezing slightly before removing her slip down her hips and pooling on the floor. Greta steadied herself by grabbing one of Carson’s shoulders and stepped out of the garment.
Carson let out a breathless “wow” before bringing them together for a another deep passionate kiss. Their bare stomachs making contact every so often. Carson raised a hand to cup one of Greta’s breasts, her mouth trailing kissed towards Greta’s ear. She took the earlobe into her mouth and bit slightly earning a rewarding moan from the taller woman.
“Is this okay? I- I’m not really sure what I’m doing” Carson whispered into her lovers ear.
“You’re doing great keep going” Carson looked up her lovers eyes were closed her neck exposed the taller woman took the liberty of unclasping her own bra and let it fall on the ground between them. The shorter woman’s shaky hand reached out her thumb gently caressing the pink dusky nipple another moan escaping Greta’s lips. She quickly covered her lips with her own to stifle any more sounds of pleasure.
The taller woman balled her fist into the back of Carson’s open pyjama top forcing it to join her slip on the floor. Greta pulled away from the kiss drinking in the image of the woman in front of her, her lips puffy from their kissing hair tousled and her small dark nipples standing to attention.
Greta thought she had never seen a woman so gorgeous in her life, every movement Carson made on and off the field excited her. Greta placed a sweet kiss to the shorted woman’s lips before bringing them both over to the bed. Carson letting out a little squeak as she toppled on top of the redhead.
Their tongues fought for dominance in their new kiss teeth biting at one another’s lips and hands wondering over each other’s bodies. Greta slotted her knee between Carson’s thighs and felt the dampness growing. Carson moaned into Greta’s mouth her hand trying to find the edge of the bed to prop herself up. The younger woman took Carson’s hand and guided it down to the apex of her thighs hoping Carson would take the hint.
She froze and Greta could sense something was off.
“Are you okay was that too much?” Greta’s lower lip worried between her teeth.
“I just… I- I don’t know what to do. What if I’m terrible”
“Just do it how you would do it to yourself”
“I don’t… I never…” the shorter woman voice trailed off
“Shaw are you telling me you’ve never touched yourself”
Carson wanted to bury herself in the bed clothes to hide her embarrassment she nodded slightly still not daring to make eye contact with the other woman.
Greta didn’t want to belittle the other woman or make her feel inexperienced. A smile flashed across her face before bringing the other woman’s face closer to hers. She gently caressed the side of her face before lowering her lips to the brunettes ear.
“Do you remember when I told you I like to watch you”.
The brunette nodded
“We’ll what if we watch each other”
Carson’s eyes flashed up to meet the other woman’s
“Greta I- ” she trailed off
“You stay there”. Greta pushed herself off the bed and made her way to the other single bed across the room. She laid on her side and encouraged Carson to mirror her.
“I want you to touch yourself, make yourself feel good do you think you can do that?” she asked trailing her own hand down her clavicle before taking a nipple between her thumb and forefinger. The brunette nodded and began mirroring the other woman’s movements exactly, never taking her eyes off the gorgeous woman in the other bed.
Greta started tugging on her nipple a bit more roughly and started to skim her finger tips up and down her own thighs spreading them apart. Carson was fixated on her hands moving lower spotting the slight damp patch on Greta’s silk panties. Her tongue darting out to lick her lips. The younger woman slipped her hand below the elastic of her underwear and nodded towards the other woman to do the same.
“How does it feel Carson? Are you wet for me?”
Carson slid her hand into the front of her pyjamas making her way through her own short dark curls before reaching the gathered stickiness. She let out a shaker breath before answering the woman.
“It’s very wet.. is um.. are you” she asked her eyes unable to tear away from the shape of the other woman’s hands in her underwear.
“I’m so wet for you carson, you make me this wet. Now I want you wiggle your fingers gently until you find your clit, it’ll feel like a little bean.”
Carson’s hand moved slowly trying to find what Greta had described her fingers slipped lower and found her entrance.
“Higher up than that” the redhead instructed. Carson readjusted and brought her finger back up just under her pubic hair.
“Ohhh” the shorter woman exclaimed
Greta let out a quick shh before continuing with her instructions. “I like slow circles but you can change up the pace and pattern if you want” Greta set to work on her own pleasure moved onto her back but tossed her head to the side she could still watch Carson.
Carson started moving her fingers in slow circles like Greta had said the wetness fully coating her fingers as she quickened her pace a bit more. Her breathing became more laboured as she felt the pressure building in her abdomen. She watched the other woman give over to her own hands her hips bucking in rhythm with her hand movements and one nipple tightly pinched in the other manicured hand.
“Fuck you’re so hot” greta struggled to keep her own voice in control.
The room filled with quickened breathing, quiet moans and mumbles as the pair continued to explore their own bodies. Carson noticed Greta had readjusted and the hand that previously been playing with her breasts had now joined it’s twin in her pants. The brunette arched an eye brow at the other woman.
“In-inside” Greta just about managed to force out her hips bucking in time with her breathing.
Carson removed her hand from her own breast and allowed it to move lower, finding her entrance again she slipped in one finger at first taking in a sharp breath
“Fuck” the shorter woman cursed under her breath slipping a second finger into her wet cunt.
“God Carson you feel so good” the redhead whispered across the room
Carson’s pace on her clit sped up again, the coil within her tightening. She couldn’t keep her eyes open anymore. She continued to fuck her fingers her hips rising from the bed.
“That’s it baby keep going”
Carson needed to look at Greta needed to witness what it looked like as she reached her peek. She forced her eyes open just as Greta came undone. One arm was strewn across her face Quietening her own moans. Carson could just about make out the sentence she kept repeating
“Fuck I’m coming for you car”. The slender woman’s hips thrusting into the air as she became ridged, her orgasm washing through her.
Carson had forgotten how close she was getting to her own pinnacle and screwed her eyes shut replaying the display she had just watched over in her brain. She didn’t even notice Greta crawl over to her bed until she felt a hand touch her cheek.
The brunettes eyes locked onto Greta’s face as her hips continued to nick into her hand her breath getting shorter and shorter.
“Can you feel it” the redhead whispered
Carson could only muster the concentration to nod once
“Come for me Carson, let go, it’s okay” the red head placed her lips over Carson’s swallowing every moan as her orgasm ripped through her, waves of pleasure crashing over her time and time again.
Greta was caressing her hair as she came back to the land of the living a wide smile spread across her face.
“I guess i like to watch you too” the brunette chuckled as she let Greta find a space beside her on the bed, the taller woman wrapping her arms around her lover and placing a kiss to the top of her head. They stayed in this comfortable position for a while until a rumbling sound broke the silence. Carson turned her head to the other woman.
“Sorry I’m still hungry” greta exclaimed with a cheeky smile as she stood up from the bed to finally put on her nightdress. She threw Carson her pyjama top from where it had been discarded on the floor.
“Let’s eat”
They sat comfortably together the whole night telling each other stories about how they grew up and their first baseball games. Greta told Carson tales from her travels and her adventures with Jo. The future was brought up but plans weren’t formed no promises given, they were happy enough to just be in this moment together. They cleared the plate of food in record time clearly they had worked up an appetite and left it on the side table to be dealt with tomorrow. The comfortable silence was replaced with a bell tolling signalling lights out. They moved to their respective beds both wishing they could spend the night in each other’s arms.
“Sweet dreams Shaw” Greta joked bringing the covers up to her chin.
“Sweet dreams” she repeated. She couldn’t wait for tomorrow night now she’d had a first hand class with her lover. Carson closed her eyes, visions of the gorgeous woman swimming through her head once again.
Sweet dreams indeed.