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Carson couldn’t believe it. Greta was finally, finally laying her cards out and expressing how she felt. It was like a weight lifted for both of them. As she clung to Greta, inhaling the scent of shampoo and the spritzes of floral perfume and something uniquely Greta, she tried to capture the moment in her mind. While they both still wanted this, they also had limited time to actually have it.

Pulling back, Greta looked into Carson’s eyes. She so badly wanted to pull her in for a kiss, but the door was wide open. Anyone could walk in and question them. While she wanted this with Carson, there were still rules to follow.

“I really want to kiss you right now,” Greta said with a sigh.

“I do too. Is there any way we can sneak to the garage?” 

“Not right now, too many people in the main area. We still need to follow the rules.”

“Fuck,” Carson was getting sick of the rules. While she knew they were necessary, there were some days where she wished they weren’t.

Looking at the door that joined their rooms and back to Carson, an idea struck.

“I have an idea. One I think you might like. Hear me out?” 

“I am all ears.” Carson cocked an eyebrow, curious to as what wheels were spinning in Greta’s head.

“So, Jess has been staying out way past curfew recently. To the point where sometimes she isn’t back until breakfast. Do you want to have a sleepover in my room?” Greta’s heart is pounding, but it’s a risk she wants to take.

“How would we make it work without looking suspicious?” Carson asks, intrigued.

“You see that door over there, that we share between our rooms? You can use it to sneak to your room before Jess gets back. Obviously you can’t sleep the entire night here, but it would be nice to share a bed,” Greta says, flashing a smile.

God, she’s incredible, Carson thinks. While it is a risk, the idea of not having to be cramped in the small confines of a car is enticing. If there’s an exit plan as well, there’s no way she wouldn’t be in for whatever Greta has in store for them.

“I’m in,” Carson says, exchanging a smile.

“Good. I’ll come get you about an hour after Jess leaves. Oh, and Carson?”

“Yeah?”

“Wear a night slip. For reasons,” Greta winked.

Carson’s mind went blank.

———

Jess wandered into their bedroom around 8, walking in on Greta’s nighttime cold cream application. 

“Any plans for tonight?” Jess asks, wondering why Greta wasn’t out with Jo and the others for dinner.

“No, I’m still sore from today’s game and want the rest. Can’t risk an injury with so much to lose, right?” Greta says.

“Yep. Well, I’m going out to celebrate with Lupe. Can you cover for me tonight?” Jess asks.

“Of course. What time do you think you will be back?”

“Late. Don’t wait up, mmkay Gill?”

“I sure won’t.”

———

Not even a half hour later, Greta listens for movement in Carson and Shirley’s bedroom. She’s excited, nervous, and too pent up with energy to wait any longer than she has to. She thought she had heard something about Shirley going out to dinner, but she could never be too careful. So she puts on her robe and makes a run for the bathroom. After taking care of business, she makes a bee line for Carson’s room.

She finds the door open, and Carson walking away from the vanity to her bed with a book. No Shirley in sight.

“Hey there neighbor, where’s Shirley?”

“Oh she’s just, uh, downstairs with Maybelle and Esti I believe, listening to the radio.” Carson stumbles as she glances at the clock, surprised to see Greta coming to get her so soon.

“I see. Up for a card game?” Greta asks loudly, winking at Carson.

“I, uh, yeah. I can, I can do that.” Fuck, Carson is adorable when she’s flustered.

Greta waits for Carson to turn the light off in the room, and leads the way to her own bedroom. She lets Carson wander in first, following behind. 

“I see you followed my instructions,” Greta says as she shuts and locks the door. Carson is wearing a light blue night dress with short sleeves. It’s something she hasn’t seen her wear before, but not too different from Carson’s usual pajamas. 

“Yeah, I did. Why exactly did you want me to wear a slip?” Carson asked, her eyes honing in on Greta walking towards her.

“Easier access,” Greta says in a low voice. Gripping Carson’s hips, she pulls the shorter woman in for a kiss. Open mouths clash together, and it’s messy like their kiss in the garage. The night Carson threw caution to the wind and decided to go for it with Greta, and changed their lives for the better.

Fighting for dominance, Greta’s hands begin to wander up and down Carson’s back. Fisting in her hair, she pulls Carson’s lips away from hers, trailing kisses down her jaw and neck to the spot that sends shivers down Carson’s spine. Greta immediately feels the shorter woman stiffen, then exhale as she traced her tongue over Carson’s earlobe.

“Greta, bed. Please,” Carson whines, her knees feeling weak. She grabs on to the back of Greta’s hair and tugs, letting the taller woman know she very much enjoys what her girl is doing. Greta began to push her back towards the bed, mouth never leaving her earlobe.

“You have no idea the things I want to do to you, Shaw,” Greta murmurs in her ear.

“Fuck,” Carson whispers, the back of her knees hitting the bed. Carson takes the moment to untie Greta’s robe, frantically pushing it off until the short, black night slip is revealed. The one Greta wore the night they wrote the letter. The one Carson has imagined stripping her bare of more times than she cares to admit. Breathless, Carson grabs Greta’s face with both hands and joins their lips together. Tongues tangling, Carson savors the taste of mint, strawberries, and something that is uniquely Greta. Getting lost in the kiss, Greta pushes Carson back on to the bed.

She crawls up the bed with Carson, her hips slotting between Carson’s open legs. Her lips make their way back to Carson’s, and the two spend a lengthy amount of time just kissing. God, I could die kissing her and it still wouldn’t be enough, Carson thought. Carson’s hips begin to buck, and Greta responds with movements of her own. Hands wandering up and down each other’s bodies, Greta grabs the sleeve of Carson’s night slip and tugs.

“Get this off, Shaw” she mutters impatiently, kneeling on the bed. Carson takes the hint and sits up, helping Greta tug the other sleeve down. Soon, the top of her shift is around her abdomen, and her breasts are exposed for Greta’s eyes only. 

Greta wastes no time, bringing both hands up to cup Carson’s breasts with the roughness she has come to discover that her girlfriend loves. Kneading them, she pushes Carson back on to the bed, trailing her lips downwards. When Greta wraps her lips around a nipple, Carson’s back arches and an involuntary moan escapes her lips.

“Shhhh, baby. You know we have to be quiet here,” Greta whispers.

“I’m sorry.” Carson was struggling to contain her breathing, let alone any noises that escape her throat. Greta knew that Carson could be loud, but it hadn’t been an issue as of late due to the seclusion of the car. Recently, she did her best to draw every moan she could from Carson’s throat, challenging herself each time to see how loud Carson could get. But they couldn’t do that tonight, not here.

Greta worked two of her fingers to Carson’s lips, prodding them open so Carson could suck on them. Carson complied, wrapping her tongue around the digits and pulling them into her mouth. 

“Good girl,” Greta whispers as she goes back to her ministrations. Lapping at her nipple, Greta wraps her mouth around it and sucks it to the roof of her mouth, enjoying the reaction Carson is providing. She spends some time on her left breast, while her right hand makes it’s way down to Carson’s thighs. She trails her hand to the waistband of Carson’s panties. She teases, but won’t let her hand trail further until Carson gives the okay.

Pulling her fingers from Carson’s mouth, she trails her spit slicked hand down to the neglected breast, rolling the nipple between her fingers. Carson arches her back, eyes screwed shut, fighting off a moan. Greta pulls back to look at her, kneeling between the shorter woman’s legs.

“Where do you want my hands, Carson?” she asks, not pushing any further until she has permission. 

“In me. Fuck, I want them in me. Please,” Carson pleads. She no longer cares that she is begging, the pool of wetness between her legs becoming too much. 

“As you wish, baby.” Greta wastes no time, grabbing on to the waistband of Carson’s panties and tugging them off. She throws them somewhere in the room, not caring where they landed. Greta hikes the night shift upwards, letting it bunch around Carson’s abdomen. She is too impatient to get it all of the way off.

“I want to see you too,” Carson whispers, reaching up to grab the straps of Greta’s black slip. Greta complies, tugging down until the black satin is around her own waist. In that moment, both women stare at each other, enthralled by the other’s beauty. They lock eyes for a moment, captivated by one another. 

I think I might love her too. The words she confessed to Max the other day are ringing through Carson’s head, the realization smacking into her harder than they did the first time she said the words out loud. It’s all consuming, the need to be with the woman above her. To convey with her body all of the things she is too afraid to say out loud. While she will always love Charlie, it will never compare to what she feels for Greta.

Breath hitching, Greta is taken aback by the way Carson is looking at her. Really looking at her. Like she is the only woman that exists and will ever exist. The last time she was looked at this way, it was with Dana. While she will always hold a place in her heart for her first love, this was different. For the first time, Greta felt the sense of belonging. She knew deep down, she belonged to this woman, and would continue to belong to her as long as body and soul remained on this earth.

Without breaking eye contact, they crashed against each other on to the bed. Lips and teeth and tongues urgent for one another, trying to convey to each other the feelings they were too nervous to say out loud. When Greta’s breasts press against Carson’s, both can hardly contain the groans that escape into each other’s mouths, finally enjoying the feeling of skin on skin. Together, they lay that way for a while, exchanging kisses and caresses. 

At some point, Carson begins bucking her hips up into Greta, the throb between her legs becoming unbearable. Greta slots her thigh between Carson’s legs, guiding her hips up and down. “Look at you, getting yourself off on my leg. You look like a fucking dream.”

“Greta, more. Please.”

“I guess you have waited long enough, chickadee.” With that, Greta’s hand trails in between Carson’s thighs, exploring up and down her slit. Gathering some of the wetness pooling at her entrance, Greta drags her fingers up to Carson’s clit, circling the bundle of nerves. Carson’s hips buck off of the bed, jolting Greta’s hand for a moment, seeking more.

Greta continues her ministrations, alternating between dipping her fingertips into Carson’s entrance and moving upward to make tight circles around her clit. As she works her hand, she maneuvers herself down Carson’s body, unable to resist the temptation of tasting Carson any longer. She trails kisses downwards, stopping at her breasts to suck at Carson’s nipples, before making her way lower, lower…

“Shit, Greta. Please tell me you’re doing what I think you’re doing.” 

“What’s that, Carse?” Greta asks, her chin resting on the slip bunched at Carson’s lower belly as she looks at her. Carson is already a mess. Hair disheveled, sweat beading at her temples, hardened nipples slick with spit, the dark curls between her thighs glistening with her arousal. Greta wants to burn this image into her mind, forever remembering that she is the one that made Carson like this.

“I want your mouth there. Fuck, I need it there,” Carson whispers, her chest heaving with each breath she takes.

“I thought so” Greta responds with a wink, kissing her way lower. She takes a moment to leave kisses on each hip bone, loving the way Carson arches her back. When she finally makes her way to Carson’s glistening center, she inhales deeply before swiping her tongue from entrance to clit.

“Mhmmm, you taste so good. Is this all for me?” Greta asks, waiting for Carson’s response before resuming her actions.

“Fuck, yes. For you, always for you,” Carson whispers, fighting off the moans attempting to make their way out. Carson grabs a fist full of Greta’s hair, pulling her head closer. Greta takes the hint, and opens her mouth to consume Carson‘s wet heat. Savoring the taste, she continues to run her tongue up and down, stopping to circle Carson’s clit with the tip of her tongue. Carson’s cunt tastes so fucking sweet, and Greta consumes her as if she were the only meal she ever wanted to eat. Greta teases her hands up and down the inside of Carson’s thighs, stroking gently. Letting her hands inch higher with each pass, but not where Carson wants them. 

Greta finally relents, moving her mouth up to suck on Carson’s clit while she enters her with one finger, then two. Moving them in and out, Carson’s hips began to buck into Greta’s face. Greta takes her free arm and pins it over Carson’s hips, holding the woman down so she could continue her ministrations. She begins to feel Carson tighten around her fingers, and she pulls them out all of the way.

“What are you?” Carson asks breathlessly, eyes snapping open and head lifting up to see why Greta’s fingers had stopped. The redhead locks eyes with Carson, tracing her tongue over Carson’s clit, and takes her slick soaked fingers and places them on Carson’s breast, rolling her nipple between them for a moment. All before bringing her hand back to her cunt.

“Oh God,” Carson whispers, head thrown back. She turns her head to the side, bringing Greta’s pillow to her mouth so she could muffle her scream.

Greta continues to do this, fucking her with her fingers until Carson was close, then pulling out to spread her wetness on her breasts, all while working her mouth over her throbbing clit. 

“Are you going to come?” Greta whispers. Carson nods furiously, too far gone in her pleasure to form words.

“Good. Come for me, baby. Come all over me” Greta says, curling her fingers and finding that rough spot inside of Carson that drives her wild.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Greta!” Carson whispers, slapping one hand over her mouth, and the other fisting in Greta’s hair, pulling at the the scalp and suffocating Greta’s face to her heat as she lets go. She attempts to sit up, folding in on herself as she comes and comes and comes. Riding the wave of her orgasm, Carson’s vision whites out and she loses all feeling in her body, not registering the muffled screams or the harsh breaths escaping her lungs or the flood of wetness rushing out of her and into Greta’s hand.

Carson falls back on to the bed, a sweaty, panting mess of a woman. Orgasm drunk, she barely registers Greta lapping up the remnants of wetness between her thighs, her fingers still inside of her. With one final lick, Greta works her way up her body. When she gets to Carson’s breasts, she stops to pay extra attention.

Carson’s back arches as Greta sucks a nipple into her mouth. She wonders why Greta decided to pay extra attention to this area, then it hits her. The slick fingers on her breasts. Greta had made her tits taste like her cunt, and was reaping the benefit. That thought alone made Carson clench around Greta’s fingers again, and the redhead smiles.

“So responsive, baby. I think you have another one in you,” Greta says, and she begins to work her fingers in and out while sucking on Carson’s breast. The second orgasm doesn’t take long, quickly hitting Carson when Greta moves to the neglected breast and circles her clit with her thumb. She arches her back as her cunt spasms around Greta’s fingers, bucking her hips as she rides the wave once again.

“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me,” Carson says with a smile. She grabs Greta’s wrist, indicating that she cannot take any more.

“You can’t die on me yet, Shaw.” 

“Oh, it’s Shaw, still?” Carson pulls Greta’s head up to her mouth, kissing the redhead breathless. She tastes herself on Greta’s tongue, and savors it as much as she can. Greta eases her fingers out of Carson’s heat, pulling away from her lips so she can suck her fingers into her mouth, wanting one final taste of Carson. They lock eyes as she does this, and Carson can hardly contain her lust.

“My turn,” Carson says, grabbing on to Greta’s hips to pull the bottom of her slip up. She stops breathing when she discovers that Greta isn’t wearing any underwear.

“You were like this for me the whole time!?” Carson asks, shocked and amazed at how fucking sexy Greta is.

“Yep, you should do something about it,” Greta responds.

“Spread your legs for me.” 

Greta sits up and straddles Carson’s hips, her center rubbing on Carson’s lower abdomen. Slips still in the way, Greta shoves Carson’s up so she can spread her wetness on her belly. Carson gets the hint, and moves her hand to the apex of Greta’s thighs. Shoving her fingers in between Greta’s folds, she moves her fingers up and down, letting Greta rock her hips on to them. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet for me. Ride my fingers,” Carson whispers. Carson was never one for dirty talk, finding it shocking and slightly repulsive the one time Charlie attempted it. At the time, she told him to keep quiet so she could concentrate. With Greta, she found herself wanting to hear and say every filthy thing that came to mind. 

Everything is different with her, Carson thinks. She stares up at Greta, captivated by the way she is moving. Two of Carson’s fingers finally enter Greta’s heat, and Greta wastes no time chasing her release. She grabs the black slip bunched around her waist, and rips if off of her body so Carson can get a full view. She relishes in the fullness Carson’s fingers provide, the friction of them moving in and out of her slick heat. “More,” she whispers, and Carson maneuvers to add a third finger. Greta throws her head back, panting at the ceiling while she grabs on to her own breast, roughly kneading it for added pleasure.

Carson is captivated by the woman above her, watching Greta take what she needs from her. She’s overcome with the need to taste Greta, but she doesn’t want to change positions just yet. A thought strikes her, and she withdraws her fingers. Greta stops for a moment to look at Carson, and when she opens her mouth to protest, Carson’s next words stop her.

“I need to taste you. Bring your hips up to my mouth, baby.” 

Greta’s mind all but short circuits. Is she asking me what I think…

Before she can finish the thought, Carson brings her wet fingers to her mouth and sucks, making a show of it for Greta. Using her other hand to tug on her hips, she begins to move Greta upwards while she scoots her own body down. Greta complies, mouth open in disbelief.

“Carson, are you sure you want to do this?” 

“Greta, yes. Sit on my face.”

“Oh my God.”

Greta straddles Carson’s head, still in utter disbelief at what is about to occur. Carson reaches around and grabs Greta’s ass with both hands and pulls, bringing the redhead’s center to her mouth. Carson moans when her mouth meets Greta, sucking and working her jaw so she can get every drop of wetness flowing. She works her tongue from entrance to clit, swirling around the bud before moving it down to dip into her entrance. She repeats these movements with her mouth, never tiring of the taste.

Greta looks for something to grab on to, anything to gravitate her. She fumbles, finding the top of her bed railing. Greta grabs it with one hand, knuckles turning white at the pressure. Her thighs are shaking, partially holding herself up so she doesn’t suffocate the incredible woman beneath her. She’s being devoured, cherished, and absolutely consumed by the sensations from Carson’s mouth. Her eyes glance down meet Carson’s for a moment, and she notices that they are so dark with lust and desire, they are almost black.

She is so turned on she wants to cry. She’s never been this wet before. She’s never wanted someone as much as she wants Carson. Her wetness drips down Carson’s chin and neck, and she loses control and bucks her hips into Carson’s face.

“Yeah, just like that,” Carson whispers against her cunt, pulling away for a second to breathe. Greta grabs on to Carson’s head beneath her and pulls her back in. She rolls her hips into Carson’s mouth, making clear on her desire for Carson to keep going.

She’s so close. She wants to scream out in pleasure, but the last shred of consciousness reminds her of where they are and the fucking rules they have in place. In this moment, she wants to rip up the rule book and scream Carson’s name, not caring who hears it. Someday, they’ll be able to do so. But not here, not tonight.

As she bucks her hips into Carson’s face, she grabs one of the pillows on their right side, puts it against the wall, and muffles her face into it. Greta proceeds to unleash all of the loud moans stuck in the back of her throat, letting the pillow contain each noise.

“Fuck baby, you’re so close. I need you to come for me,” Carson whispers into her cunt, resuming her actions. She speeds up, fucking Greta’s entrance with her tongue and making tight circles on Greta’s clit with her thumb.

With that, the last of Greta’s self control shatters. Her body stiffens as her cunt begins to flutter, and she pushes her face further into the pillow and screams. The orgasm becomes an out of body experience, pleasure spreading from the top of her head to the very tips of her fingers and toes. She comes so hard, she doesn’t feel the splash of wetness flooding from her cunt into Carson’s mouth.

Carson takes it all, enjoying the sight of Greta chasing her high. She brings her down slowly, gently lapping at her. Cleaning up the mess between Greta’s thighs, she gives one final lick from entrance to clit, before gently kissing her mound.

Greta slumps forward, completely out of breath. Chest heaving, she brings her hand down beside Carson’s head to ease herself off, feeling sensitive. With what little strength she has left in her body, she grabs the pillow and rolls to lay on her back in the bed, letting herself come down from the high as they stare at the ceiling for a few moments.

Carson rolls on to her side, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “That was amazing, you looked absolutely incredible,” she says, tucking a piece of Greta’s hair behind her ear. Carson moves in and places a series of gentle kisses on Greta’s lips.

“Holy shit. Where did that come from!?” Greta asks, a grin forming on her face.

“I have no idea, I just wanted to taste you and it was the only way that made sense in that position.” Carson trails her fingers lightly up and down Greta’s chest as she speaks, her fingertips brushing the undersides of Greta’s breasts.

“I’m not complaining. In fact, you can do that to me any time you want.”

“Good,” Carson says. She sits up and reaches over to the nightstand, noticing the two glasses of water Greta placed there earlier. She grabs them both, handing one to Greta.

“Drink up. Don’t want you to get dehydrated,” Carson says with a smile. Greta sits up and takes the glass, downing the water in three gulps. She passes it back to Carson, who places the empty glass on the night stand, along with hers, which was still half full. Carson turns off the light as Greta maneuvers the sheets and blankets to cover them. 

Earlier in the evening, Greta made sure the alarm clock was set for 4:30 AM. Plenty of time to get Carson out of her room. If anyone asks, she’ll say that she set it for the wrong time by accident.

“Stay with me,” Greta whispers, turning to mold her body into Carson’s, the sheets hanging low on their hips.

“Of course. One thing though. Put your slip back on, or I’m going to want to go again.”

“As you wish, baby,” Greta says with a wink. They both pull their slips back on, covering up the areas they spent the past few hours worshipping. Laying back down and facing one another, they tangle their legs and wrap their arms around each other’s waists, the pull of sleep too tempting to resist. 

They quickly fall asleep tangled up in each other, forgetting about time and rules and everything that isn’t them.

——

It is almost four in the morning when Jess McCready stumbles up to the darkened Peaches boarding house after another successful night out with Lupe. She was thankful to have a space where she could be herself, no skirts or makeup or league rules to follow. The fines were worth the few hours of freedom at the local underground queer bar.

This time, she was going to make sure she didn’t have to pay a fine. With Greta’s cover, she planned on sneaking back into the house, with Bev none the wiser.

She approaches the side of the house where the lattice is, and begins to climb. Heights never bothered her, so the idea of climbing to the top of the house wasn’t a fear in her mind. Jess gets her footing and makes her way up, getting to the window that she made sure she unlocked earlier in the day. 

She quietly opens the window and is about halfway inside the house when she notices Greta and Carson, asleep in Greta’s bed, wrapped up in each other’s arms. Carson’s face is buried in Greta’s neck, and Greta’s hand is firmly attached to Carson’s breast. 

Jess smiles to herself. Greta’s sexuality wasn’t a secret to her. She knew the redhead preferred the company of women, just like she did. However, Jess had her suspicions about their coach from the very first night at the bar, and Carson all but confirmed it weeks ago when she barged into their room, stumbling her way through asking Greta to come look at a fucking rash. 

Jess resigns herself to her fate, preparing to pay a fine if her backup excuse isn’t bought by Sarge. She’ll spend the next few hours on the porch, pretending that she was up early to watch the sunrise. 

Before she closes the window and climbs down, she shakes her head and whispers to herself.

“Rookies.”