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"Great" whispered Carson as she realised what she had just been volunteered for. This was exactly not what she had wanted to do with her Saturday night. Accompany the woman she was trying not to have feelings for, on some stupid, lame date. Greta, Carson, Shirley and some lame dude, this was going to take some patience.
"I would love to see a baby with a head of hair like that". Greta leaned forward, chin resting on her hands and gave her trademark eyebrow lift to the veterinarian sat across from her. Carson winced. Not only was this awkward, what with Shirley sat squirming on the other side, but it was quickly dawning on Carson how excruciating this was going to be. Watching Greta flirt with this dumbass was making her blood boil. Carson was sure it was written all over her face, but she just could not be bothered, or even cared enough, to hide it. Maybe some sick part of her wanted Greta to see how jealous she was; it wouldn't have surprised Carson if her eyes were burning green.
"Ooh the burger!" Greta's fake laugh sounded offensive to Carson's ears. "It's so nice to have a good sense of humour - I miss that".
Carson couldn't take it anymore, suggesting to Shirley that the two of them go and wait in the bar. Greta had other ideas and was clearly relishing this entire experience.
"Oh but shoot Carson, rules are rules right and unfortunately we got those rules, we gotta stay. Maybe you guys should just sit here and try to be, normal?"
Whilst she didn't let her face didn't show it, Greta knew this one was going to sting. In a twisted way, that's what she wanted but as soon as the words left her mouth and she saw Carson's face, she instantly regretted it. They shared a look which could have spoken a thousand words, Carson's jaw grinding...
At this Carson had had enough, Greta watched as she left the table.
"What do you want from me? Do you want me to say that I'm jealous, that I have feelings for you? Fine, I do."
"Finally."
"But I have a life, a husband - I can't just burn it down. I meant what I said, I'm not like you Greta."
"Yeah I guess you're not"
As she walked out of the bathroom Greta let the words wash over her, why was she even letting this woman get under her skin? This woman who can't even be true to herself? But she knew why, this woman with the strong catcher arms, those dark brown eyes she got lost in every time Carson turned her gaze in Greta's direction, making her stomach flip. She was falling and she knew it, she stole glances at every opportunity, running her eyes over Carson's small frame, her beautiful face, and yet it wasn't enough, she wanted Carson deeply, she wanted to feel Carson's hands all over her, taste her lips, her tongue, and she wanted to feel the weight of Carson pushing into her. Greta knew this was dangerous, but by God had she stopped caring by this point, she was doing everything, everything in her power to make Carson notice her in the way she needed her to, and yet it just wasn't working.
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Carson put the phone down and walked into the hall. Something clicked and she knew instantly what she was going to do next. The thought thrilled and terrified her in equal measure. She knew that if she didn't do it now she wouldn't ever, and she could not let this woman, these feelings, escape her grip. It was like a light had been turned on and she couldn't reach the switch to turn it off, the light was burning bright inside of her.
"Hi, I just wanted... uh-oh"
Carson realised suddenly that Jess was in the room and had to quickly make up some story, she could not let this moment pass her by.
"I found a rash... on me... and if you could come and look at it, that would be great."
Greta's eyes lit up like a christmas tree, she could not put her finger on it but the way Carson had walked boldly into her room, Greta knew what was going to happen. Carson was radiating an energy that Greta had only ever seen in her once before, straight after their first encounter in the bar, when Carson returned the kiss, pushing Greta firmly against the wall. She got to her feet immediately.
The thought had come to Carson as soon as she'd ended the call with her husband. The barn. No one would go in there at this time, hardly anyone else knew about it. Was she willing to take the risk? Hell yes.
They were silent as Greta followed her down the stairs, Carson was practically running so Greta quickened her pace to keep up. My gosh, she thought, this is really going to happen. Greta wore a huge smile on her face as she followed Carson down the hall, all that faux-flirting with the stupid vetenarian had paid off, she had succeeded in flipping Carson over and drawing her in.
As they reached the back of the house, Carson boldly took Greta's hand, pulling her into the barn. Greta hadn't even managed to shut the door behind them before Carson's lips were on her. Greta moaned instinctively into the kiss and let herself be pushed up against the boxes against the wall. In this position, Greta could lean over, giving Carson some equal height. Carson hardly seemed to care about the height difference, she was audacious in her attack on Greta's lips, simultaneously pulling Greta down to her whilst pushing her backwards.
"I want you" Carson was able to pull herself away just long enough to utter the words. "I've wanted you since the day I saw you, and I don't want to hold back anymore."
Greta stroked her cheek - "Carson, baby, I want you too." Greta bit her bottom lip just as the last words left her mouth.
Carson started to look around, where the hell could they do this. Greta quickly cottoned onto what the catcher was doing and excitement shot through her like a bullet. As Carson was rummaging around, Greta caught her arm - "Carson, are you sure you want to do this?"
"Greta, I've never been as sure about anything in my whole life.... Over here."
Carson ushered Greta into the empty car, it was cramped and smelt old, really old, but the ballplayers were too far gone to care about any of that. The backseat was just about wide enough for the two of them. Suddenly, Carson felt self-conscious wash over her. Her hands turned rigid, her breathing ragged.
Greta was there in a heartbeat - "Hey, hey, c'mere" - Carson let her face be guided by Greta's soft hands. "It's okay to want things Carson."
"I know, I just, I... I've never done this before, not like this. I want you so much, I'm just... scared."
"Okay well... in that case, I will bethe ultimate gentlemen and take the lead - how's that?"
Carson nodded, the desire was returning and the fear was rolling away. Looking into Greta's eyes, her dark red lips and her beautiful eyes, she knew this was not only what she wanted, she needed it.
"Show me." - At this Greta nearly choked. Man alive, this woman. This was Carson's first time and it was Greta's responsibility to make it right, perfect even. What an honour, and shit, what a responsibility. Greta swallowed hard, desire pooling inside of her. She began to kiss Carson slowly at first, she made sure to push her tongue deep inside of Carson's mouth, taking the kiss to a deeper, more dangerous level. As she deepened the kiss, Greta started to unbutton Carson's dress at the top, revealing her chest and bra. Carson made a sound and breathed deeply, Greta broke away from the kiss and looked squarely into Carson's eyes.
"This okay?"
"Mmmhmm." Carson couldn't speak.
Greta fingers found what she was looking for and she started to gently fondle Carson's breast, gently at first but harder as Carson reacted with a low moan which shot straight through Greta's centre. Carson noticed that she had started to grind her hips, up and down, up and down, in slow movements, like she was searching for something, some kind of release. Carson's hands were filled with Greta's hair, she clung onto Greta tightly whilst the taller woman coaxed her.
Greta had noticed the grinding too, she was currently sucking Carson's neck, just under left earlobe, but knew it was time to take it to the next level. Pulling back to look at Carson squarely, she moved her right hand underneath Carson's chequered dress and slowly started to stroke Carson's inner right thigh. This proved rewarding as Carson threw her head back and bit her lip hard, she was sure she tasted blood. Greta let the stroking continue, but she didn't take her eyes off the catcher, she wanted to drink her in, watch as she unravelled and felt for the first time in her life, real passion.
Carson's hips were shifting an obscene amount now and she was certain that as soon as Greta was going to touch her, she would come instantly. This thought propelled her.
"Greta, take them off... touch me."
A long, devilish smile formed on Greta's face. - "With pleasure honey."
Carson lifted her hips to allow the ballplayer to ease off her panties. Now Carson was completely open and vulnerable, her wetness oozing out and no doubt soaking the car seat. Greta was quick to act, she placed her left arm firmly around Carson's waist, lodging her arm between Carson's back and the back seat, with her right hand, she started to gently stroke at Carson's folds. Fuck, this woman was wet, she was an ocean. Carson's reaction at Greta's fingers finally, finally touching her in her most private of places, was immense, she let out the most provocative moan that Greta had ever heard, Greta quickly jammed her lips to Carson's to muffle the sound, enjoying the taste of Carson's tongue on hers.
Greta picked up the pace, she drew circles on Carson's clit, slowly at first but then letting it build. Greta knew this was Carson's first time so she wanted to be gentle, but even Greta was taken aback by how eager Carson was for her. Carson had her right arm wrapped tightly around Greta, she loved the feeling of Greta's arm behind her, drawing her to the taller woman, it made her feel safe. As Greta's fingers worked her clit, she ground her hips over and over into Greta's hand, but Carson knew then what she needed and she couldn't quite believe herself as she uttered the words --
"Inside. I, need you inside of me."
Greta looked at Carson's face from top to bottom and felt tears sting her eyes, she was so burnt up with desire for this woman who was now opening up and asking her to do the most intimate of things. Greta shifted her position, pulling Carson down the bench slightly. She kept her eyes on her lover as she slowly pushed two fingers inside of her. Carson made a guttural sound but by now had gotten the hang of stifling her noises. Carson felt her head explode as she felt Greta's fingers push deep inside of her, and then drawing back out. Greta kept the pressure on Carson's clit with the heel of her hand, as her two long fingers, plunged in deeper.
It wasn't long before Carson could feel her orgasm building, Christ, she had only ever come alone and by herself, how was this possible? As her legs started to vibrate and her breathing became more ragged, Greta quickly cottoned onto the shift in dynamic and picked up the pace, she drove her fingers into Carson just as she felt the catcher peak and with her mouth she sucked and ravaged Carson's neck, as she felt Carson's orgasm erupt all over her fingers.
Greta planted soft, sweet kisses all over Carson's neck, as the catcher's breathing started to slow. She gently removed her fingers and placed them on Carson's side, pulling her into a tight embrace. It was then that Greta felt the wetness on her neck and she realised Carson was crying.
"Carson, I've got you." - she pulled her tighter, wiping the tears with both her thumbs and looking at the catcher square in the face.
"I know you have, I'm just, I'm so sorry for saying all that horrid stuff. You are normal, I mean you're amazing, you're beautiful, better than normal, and I, I was such an ass."
Greta responded with the gentlest kiss she could muster. She wanted the kiss to convey a thousand words, that she didn't care that Carson had said what she had, that she wasn't like her, she wanted to tell this woman with one kiss, who she had only just met, that she was the most fantastic, mesmerizing woman she had ever met.