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It’s the first weekend of June and Greta is taking Carson to her first Pride parade ever. This has been Carson’s first year of coming out, and she has experienced everything for the first time with Greta.
Not that she hadn’t been with a woman before, she had. But Greta was the first she’d dated after coming out. It was with her that Carson had her first queer kiss in public, the first time she held hands with someone for everyone to see. The first time she’d introduced a woman to her friends.
Things were getting serious, and fast. In less than a year, they’d already been together for longer than Carson had been with anyone else. And it was the first time in a long time Greta had been in a long term relationship after her last serious girlfriend broke up with her almost two years ago.
They were both still trying to keep it casual, but after the milestones Carson accomplished with Greta by her side, it was hard not to consider her her girlfriend, even though no request was made by either of them.
Greta could tell Carson was nervous to go, but she also knew there was no way Carson wouldn’t like the event. It was Greta’s favorite time of the year. She would think about what to wear weeks in advance, make custom outfits and signs to bring along with her best friend Jo.
This year, she’s wearing a crimson red jumpsuit with a small bouquet of lavender hand embroidered in white on the chest pocket. She had bought it months ago for this exact purpose, and put in hours tailoring it to fit her curves perfectly. Her boots are black and she made sure to not wear the ones that makes her even taller because she knows Carson likes to lean on her toes, but hates having to jump to kiss her.
Meanwhile, Carson showed up in dark green cutoffs, and an orange and teal plaid button down shirt, blue hat on backwards.
“You look great, Shaw.” it had become a cute nickname, Greta calling her by her last name.
“Thanks, so do you, babe," Carson said.
Greta could tell Carson was nervous about her outfit, but her lover was comfortable in it, and she wanted to reassure her that’s the point of Pride. Being able to dress however you like, whatever makes you feel good.
“I’m a little nervous to meet your friends, to be honest.”
“They are the coolest, you have nothing to worry about.”
And off they went, Greta with a tote bag filled with tiny flags to hand out, and a big lesbian flag to tie around her shoulders. Water bottle and snacks tucked into the pockets.
Carson filled her pockets with the bracelets Greta gave her, and put two on her arm. One said ‘Queer Pride’ and the other said ‘Greta’s Girl’. This one is just for you.
After a couple of hours walking, drinking and having the best time, Carson finally had the courage to pull Greta aside, and thank her.
“This is even better than I could ever imagine. I knew people would be nice and respectful, but I was so scared inside. I don’t know why.” She spoke right into Greta’s ear to be heard over the blasting music.
“The fear is all in your head. And I’m here with you, nothing bad is gonna happen.”
“Thank you.” And she kissed her, wrapping both of them up in Greta’s flag.
They danced, walked, threw the middle finger up when they passed a group of bigots protesting the parade, and laughed.
“Should we go home?” Greta asked, incitingly.
“Why? We still have a few hours before the final band performs.”
“I’d rather do something else… with you.”
“Are you sure? You’re the one who loves pride more than-”
“Carson, I am asking you to leave to have sex and you’re denying?”
“I- I’m not. Definitely not denying. No, we- we should go.”
They got back to Greta’s apartment, Carson’s voice was almost gone from yelling and singing. Greta grabbed her a glass of water and sat on the sofa beside her.
“Do you mind if I take a quick shower? I’m so sweaty.” Greta said while peeling off her jumpsuit, pretending to be casual about it, but definitely doing it on purpose. “You just stay in bed and I’ll be right there.”
“Y- yes. Of course, yeah.”
Greta turned the shower on, and tied her hair in a bun before entering the hot water face first, scrubbing at her makeup. Her eyes were closed and she didn’t hear Carson opening the door and entering the bathroom behind her.
Before entering the shower, Carson pressed play on her playlist and took off her clothes, but still none of the noise made Greta move from under the shower, steam blinding the way.
Carson approached her, slowly touching her arm to not scare her, and she finally turned around.
“Hey, gorgeous. Decided to keep you company.”
Before Greta could reply, Carson had already pulled her in for a kiss, crashing their lips together under the stream of hot water. Even with her hair now soaked, Greta didn’t pull away, and kissed her back, grabbing her waist.
Greta let out a breathy sigh, “Fuck, Carse.”
Amidst their kiss, Carson twirled Greta against the shower wall, pinning her by her shoulders to match their heights. She took the other woman’s hand and lifted over their heads, pressing it on the wall as well, making Greta entangle their fingers as she stopped and stared into her lover’s eyes.
Greta had stepped forwards to slouch down the wall, and she slipped her hand behind Carson’s head, grabbing her hair at the nape of her neck and pulling her body backwards, soaking it in the steamy water.
“What are you doing?”
“I want to see you wet. All of you.”
Carson closed her eyes letting the water hit her face and then opened to stare with a mischievous look, waiting for Greta to loosen her grip so she could return to her body. After most of the short woman's hair was wet, Greta let go and Carson came back towards her slowly, bending to meet her body with kisses on her waist, holding her with both hands around her legs, and going up her belly on the sides, then in the middle, then higher up on her chest, in between her breasts.
Greta leaned her head down, watching Carson’s moves, and whispering ‘fuck, fuck’ in between short breaths, with her hand still on the back of her lover’s neck.
Carson looked up while moving her mouth to the side, opening it and reaching her tongue out to meet Greta's left nipple. At first, with slow gentle moves around the tip, then taking the whole nipple inside her mouth and sucking it.
When met with Greta’s eyes, their gaze on each other was so fulfilling. The desire in Carson’s face and the pleasure on Greta’s was palpable, they could almost touch the passion between them, the fire burning from the inside out, the synchrony was perfect.
Greta’s hand pressed her lover’s head even deeper into her chest, leaning her head back, and the whispering turned into a low voice.
“Fuck me, Car. Please.”
“I am, love. Patience.” Carson said between removing her mouth off of one breast and swallowing the other.
Greta’s back arched with the change in sensation.
“Yes, please. I’ll be a good girl. For you,” Greta choked out, holding her breath.
Carson continued to tease her breasts, replacing her mouth with pinching fingers before making her way back up. She laid her whole body against Greta, who was still leaning back, just for her. The hotness of their contact felt visceral, Carson felt her center dripping wet from that touch alone.
Their mouths met again, thirsty, messy. Carson’s tongue was all over, licking the water running down Greta’s chin, and going back to twist their damp tongues together.
“Be a good girl like you promised,” Carson instructed. “Turn around for me.”
Greta did as she was told, and turned her body in the small space between Carson and the wall. She closed her eyes, turning her head to the side and laying her cheek against the tile. One hand reached above her head while the other went back to pull Carson’s body back to hers. Quick and desperate.
Carson resisted, putting both her hands on the wall, surrounding Greta’s body. She leaned in to kiss Greta’s cheek, keeping the rest of their bodies barely apart.
“The anticipation, my love, is even better than the reward,” Carson whispered in her ear and Greta opened her eyes with a smile knowing what Carson’s next move would be. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you come. But I get to choose when. Okay?”
“Okay.” Greta wined and took a breath, relaxing her body a little. She stepped one foot forward, bending her knee and opening her folds the smallest bit. Carson looked down, not letting her move much more than that.
Carson drew a sharp breath, watching her. Watching her body, in that position, for her to take. However she wanted to.
“Like that. Perfect. A vision from heaven. For me.”
“Just for you.” Greta responded, obediently not moving another inch.
Carson slapped her ass with both hands, one on each cheek, water splashing everywhere. She got on her knees, and not letting go of her ass, licked her vulva, fully, just once. Greta’s moan was immediate and Carson looked up to watch her face while going back to lick it a second time.
Greta bit her lower lip while Carson wrapped a hand around her thigh, forcing her to bend her knee a little more, and spread her legs wider. Her face was buried inside her now, the finger from the same hand sliding up her inner thigh. Scratching up and down, each time closer and closer to her center.
While Carson's tongue made movements in and out, her finger finally reached Greta's clit, circling around it and rubbing hard.
“Fuck yes, yes,” was all Greta could manage to say. Words didn’t matter, she couldn’t remember any others even if she tried.
Carson kept the movements precise, increasing speed and adjusting them to Greta’s moans.
The hand on Greta’s ass was still there, alternating squeezes and scratches, and going a little higher to her back. Both of Greta’s hands were tightened into fists on the wall, the right one slamming into it when Carson reached her tongue especially deep.
When Greta’s breath became even faster, and her moans were louder, Carson suddenly stopped, keeping Greta right at the edge of an orgasm.
“Don’t stop! I’m almost there,” Greta whined, turning around pissed and desperate.
“I know. Let’s go to the bedroom,” Carson said, standing to turn off the water. “I don’t want you to come in here.”
“Come on, really?” Greta protested.
“I promise it’ll be worth it,” Carson smirked.
Greta pouted, but left the shower, hastily grabbing a towel. She used it just to wipe off the excess water from her body and threw it to Carson, who did the same.
They entered the bedroom, and Greta sat on the edge of the bed, holding Carson’s hips, and looked up with a sinful smirk.
“How do you want me to come?” she teased.
“Lay back, arms up.”
Carson walked around the bed, and opened Greta’s drawer. Greta followed her with her eyes and knew what she wanted to get. The purple silicone dildo, with the ridged base, was now in Carson's hand, and a bottle of lube in the other.
“Do you want me to use this?” Carson asked.
“Very much so,” Greta nodded.
Carson returned to face Greta still from outside the bed. She set the accessories on the bed, and left the room searching for something else. When she came back, Greta’s flag was in her hands.
“Go to the headboard.”
Greta obeyed, and scooched further back until her arms met the green velvet headboard she had diy-ed a year ago. Carson climbed on to the bed holding the flag, pulling it between her hands, turning into a crumbled rope. She tied two knots, one on each of Greta’s hands.
“Tell me when they’re tight enough, okay?” And tightened the knots securely. She crumbled the rest of the improvised rope and stuck it between the headboard and the mattress. This way, if Greta wanted or needed, she could pull her hands out, but they were stuck enough to make sure she wouldn’t unless absolutely necessary.
Greta nodded in agreement when Carson stopped for a second to look at her, sitting back with the question of consent on her face. Carson picked up the dildo and before adding the lube, she ran it along her own sex, picking up her wetness to use on her lover. The look on Greta’s face was the answer Carson needed, wanted. They weren’t even touching and they were both about to explode.
Carson was on her knees on the bed, facing Greta. She positioned the dildo in front of her center, holding it like a cock, and looked at Greta while applying lube with her other hand.
“Do you like that?” Carson asked.
“On you, I do,” Greta replied, keeping her eyes on the dildo.
“Do you like my cock?”
“Yes. So much.”
“Do you want it in you?”
“Yes.”
“Say ‘please’.”
“Please, Carson. Fuck me. Fuck me with your cock,” Greta begged.
“Good girl.”
Still holding the base against herself, Carson led the tip of the dildo to Greta’s folds, teasing her on the outside before slowly inserting it, along with her hips pushing forward, and her other hand resting on Greta’s hip. The sound Greta let out and Carson’s deep groan of ‘Fuck’ filled the room, as she pulled almost all the way out and slowly thrust forward again. A little deeper each time.
She held the toy with her index finger and thumb, and kept it against her own vulva as she moved inside Greta, the pressure of the dildo on her clit, and as her hips moved, the toy moved around it, rubbing her outside.
The thrusts were fast, then slow, then fast again, until they met a rhythm favorable to both of them. Carson from time to time lifted herself, taking the hand that was supporting her on Greta’s hip and rubbing Greta's clit, increasing the pleasure for her lover.
Greta’s body started to move uncontrollably while her hands were still tied up by her head, shaking under Carson’s every touch.
“I’m coming, baby. Don’t stop now.”
“Take me.” Carson responded, thrusting harder, losing her own mind with the toy between them.
Greta’s orgasm was loud and clear. Carson kept the toy inside her for another minute, grinding gently into it, before removing it slowly and laying on the bed next to her, leaning in for a kiss.
Greta broke the silence after catching her breath. “Can you untie me?” she asked.
“Of course, yeah.” Carson turned towards the headboard, and carefully undid the knots keeping her lover’s hands tied, before collapsing back onto the bed “That was so good, Greta. Fuck.”
“You say that like we’re done, love.”
“I mean, we can be done babe, that was so damn good.”
“I want to make you come too,” Greta said, rolling on top of Carson.
“Fuck,” Carson muttered.
“What was that?” Greta smirked. “I couldn’t hear you.”
“Fuck… me.”
“Only if you ask nicely.”
“Please?”
Greta grinned, leaning her head down and running her tongue around Carson’s nipple. She felt Carson arch into her mouth and spread her legs.
Carson reached for Greta’s hand, pulling it to where she wanted it and moaning when she felt fingers slowly drag up through her wetness.
“You really liked fucking me, huh?” Greta said, bringing her two coated fingers up to her mouth and making a show of licking them.
“Greta, please. Fuck.” Carson was now the one without words. “I need you.”
Greta lowered herself down the bed and rested her cheek on Carson’s inner thigh, dragging her pointer and index finger up through Carson’s folds again before inserting them at a painfully slow pace.
Squeezing her eyes shut, Carson pressed her lips together around a whine, trying not to beg, desperately wanting to be fucked. She fisted her hand into Greta’s hair, trying to push her mouth to her clit.
Greta giggled, knowing what her lover wanted, but remembering Carson pulling back when she was right at the edge earlier.
“Now who’s in a rush?” She knew if she waited she could draw out and multiply Carson’s pleasure.
Giving in slightly, Greta brushed her lips against Carson’s clit, parting them to exhale across the hard bud. Carson’s groan urging her on, Greta ran her tongue in wide circles, trying to avoid touching it directly.
As Greta increased the speed of her tongue and the depth on her fingers, Carson’s moans grew louder and louder.
Carson wove both hands into Greta’s hair and held her head to her center, lifting her hips and grinding against her mouth.
“Oh, baby fuck, fuck I’m close.”
Greta slowed for a moment, pulling a whine from Carson’s mouth before continuing harder and faster than before, determined to make her scream.
“Oh, oh, oh,” Carson began to repeat, falling over the edge as her hips bucked into Greta’s mouth. One last ‘Ohhh’ announced it and her back arched off the bed.
Greta moaned into her, stilling her fingers but keeping the pressure of her tongue as Carson rode it out. When she felt Carson relax and let go of her hair, Greta kissed her one last time, turning to also kiss the nearby thighs and moved up the bed to lay her head on Carson’s shoulder, curling into her side.
Carson wrapped her arm around Greta, letting out a content sigh. “Fuck, babe.” She pressed a kiss to Greta’s temple.
“I just did.”
“You’re so good to me.” Carson turned to face Greta, who lifted her head up and met her eyes before adding, “If this is what the first weekend of Pride is like, I can’t wait for the rest of the month with you.”