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Still annoyed at being called in on a Sunday, though happy the “crisis” was averted, Greta stepped out the door of one of the many Hughes Cosmetics stores she was responsible for. This one was nestled in a suburban Chicago strip mall about a half hour from home. The wind, a little bitter in early February, whipped across Greta’s front, making her snuggle further into her coat and walk briskly towards her Jeep.
As soon as she opened her door and got situated in the driver's seat, her phone dinged. Looking down, Greta caught a glimpse of her lover’s name right before her phone took a nap.
Of course her heart fluttered; she had been happier in the last three months than she ever had been before. She never did relationships, after her, but without conscious thought, Greta fell hard and fast.
One minute she was really enjoying being single, the next she was giving up her adventurous ways to be exclusive because she couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else touching what was hers. And Carson Shaw was that a million times over.
With a smile spread across her face, Greta picked up her phone to make sure Carson didn’t need anything on her way to what had quickly become their condo. Greta definitely spent more time at Carson’s than she did the apartment she shared with Jo, her very best friend.
Opening the message, Greta’s chest tightened instantly. Squinting as if that would help, she read the text for a second, then a third time. Shaking her head to try to clear the confusion and rising anxiety, she figured the best way to figure out what the hell was going on was to call her girlfriend.
After a couple rings the usual, “hey, baby,” came across the line. The voice smooth like she was easing every worry Greta had ever had in her life. Almost.
“Carse?”
“Greta?“ Her love questioned back.
Trying her best to contain her panic, the redhead questioned, “what do you mean we are hosting the Superbowl party? You were going to Max’s, and I was going to stay home all by myself, and decidedly not watch the game. That was the plan-”
“-I know but-”
Stress amping up inside her, Greta huffed, “the game is tonight, Carson.”
“I know, bab-”
“-Do you? Because you keep saying you know, but I don’t. What’s the plan? Who all is coming? Why are you just now telling me this? I can’t believe it. I haven't even met your chosen family, and now you want me to host last minute. I don’t know, Carse, maybe I should just go home.” All the worries swimming through Greta’s head burst out in a very Carson-esque rant.
Not even realizing she was near hyperventilating until Carson’s words came through the fog settling in her mind. “Greta, baby, deep breaths.”
Overstimulated, in all the worst ways, she hollered, “I don’t have time to breathe!”
Her girlfriend was lucky she was so cute, and that she stopped herself mid-chuckle to ask, “will you try for me?”
It was slightly terrifying just how much she would do for Carson Shaw, but that was a worry for a different day. Today had enough stress.
Ignoring every single bit of it, Greta closed her eyes and took a couple deep breaths. Not quite the results she was sure Carson was going for, but she did have to admit she felt a little better. Soaking in just a moment of silence, Greta kept her eyes closed, until a dejected Carson brought her back to earth, the opposite of her usual effect.
“The first time you said home, I thought you meant the condo.”
Fuck, now her bullshit was dulling the light of the most amazing woman she has ever known. “Of course I did, but Carse, how are we going to get everything done in time?” The longer she thought about it, the more her heart rate increased, making Carson’s earlier relaxation technique useless.
“Baby, listen. It’s just my fam-”
“Exactly, Carson!” Fuck, why didn’t she get this? In a world where chosen families were everything, her lover’s needed to approve of her, of them together. Trapped under the immense pressure of it all, Greta whispered, “they need to like me.”
“They will love you, because I love you,” Carson responded without any hesitation, and probably without conscious thought to the effect hearing those words, for the very first time, would have on Greta.
She gasped, her heart racing, her soul overflowing with more joy than Greta ever believed she would have. Never able to hide anything from Carson, she was sure she sounded just as shocked as she felt when she asked, “you love me?”
“Of course I do. You have to know that, Greta. We are always talking about how crazy we are about each other. You’ve pretty much moved in, already, because we don’t like being apart. I don’t just say things to make you feel good, baby, though you know how much I love making you feel good.”
Husking in Greta’s ear by the end of her speech, Carson’s words hit the corresponding body parts, just the way she intended, whether she admitted to it now or not. She knew exactly what she was doing to Greta, she always had.
Carson Shaw was the gateway to the most dangerous drug of all. Hope. Fuck if Greta wasn’t addicted already. She was in so much trouble.
“Please don’t freak out on me, I don’t expect you to say it back. That’s why I haven’t said it before. I'm pretty sure I can tell how you feel about me, I don’t need the words. We are more than the words. We are the actions-”
“-Carse, fuck, I love you too,” Greta confessed, not only to stop her lover’s rant, but because she meant it. She had known it for a while but had been too scared to give it legs. It had already grown at an alarming rate.
“Enough to host a party with me? Because I have to, no matter what. A pipe burst at Max and Esther’s. So, them and Uncle Bert and Aunt Gracie.”
“Only four people? That’s not bad.”
Just as she started to relax a little, like after the first glass of wine, or the first long toke after work, Carson said, “well, not exactly. There is a whole crowd usually. I don’t know for sure if Clance and Guy are going to come, but they usually go over to Max’s house. Either way, I know our friends Jess and Lupe that we met years ago at Dorothy are coming. And they will probably each have girls with them.”
Muscles tensing with every name Carson added, Greta was heading for a full-on melt-down. She was supposed to be ready for her debut in Carson’s life, with a reputation that preceded her no-less, in just a few hours?
Fuck, what was she going to do instead? Leave Carson to fend for herself? If she was any other woman maybe, but Carse was hers. Riding high on finally allowing their truth to be spoken, Greta sighed, but agreed, with some caveats.
“Fuck, alright, but only if I add to the guest list. We can’t have a party and not invite Jo and May.”
“Oh, are we having a party now?” Carson teased.
“Yes, Carse,” Greta purred. “We are a we, right?”
“We sure are,” a giddy Carson responded.
“Besides who else is going to cook? You can’t even make a pie.”
“You aren't cooking baby; I wouldn’t do that to you. The only thing we have besides pizza and wings is beer. And some kind of dessert if Guy comes.”
Bursts of pure joy coming from the woman she loved made Greta so damn happy, she was only half teasing when she said, “besides, you will owe me one.”
“Oh, I plan on giving you more than one,” Carson promised, voice oozing sex and confidence and fuck, was it getting hot in here, or was it just her?
“You are bad, Shaw,” Greta faux-reprimanded, something Carson clearly knew since she laughed.
“You love it…and me,” Carson cheekily added. She wasn’t wrong, on either part. Yet, she upped the ante again when she said, “besides, I was thinking we could have our own game.”
“Football? You want me to play football now too?”
Carson chuckled softly. “No, baby. I shouldn’t be the only one scoring with my Chiefs. I want you to score if my dudes do. I want to sneak off to different places and show my appreciation for you and that sexy body of yours. You are going to come so much; I might just get Superbowl MVP.”
Like usual when her lover spoke dirty to her, Greta clenched around nothing. Then became even wetter when she thought about her addition to the game. “Only if I can have you when the other team scores. I want you to be fucked like your team.”
“Jesus, baby, you know I’m in,” Carson panted.
Trying to ignore her head full of all the sexy possibilities of where their night could lead, and to focus on the party she had just agreed to co-host, Greta said, “yeah, you are. But first, I need a list.”
“We are getting piz-”
Greta rolled her eyes. “If you think I am not going to have drinks and other things to offer your family, you have lost your damn mind.”
“You are putting way too much on this, love. They are all easy-going people, or they wouldn’t be mine. Besides, your family is coming too, and I am not freaking out about them.”
“Because you already met them?” Greta deadpanned.
“Yeah, and no offense, but Jo scares me. She always glares at me like I am not good enough-”
Greta giggled at just how wrong Carson’s deduction was. “She isn't glaring at you; she is glaring at me. As my protector and chosen sister, she thinks I make terrible choices. And maybe I did before you, but…” Greta trailed off. Her low self-esteem was not welcome today. Any day really, but especially not today.
Not wanting to go down that road, Greta quickly changed tactics. “So, I am going to Wal-Hell, arguably one of the worst places in a “first-world” country to compete in the Olympic sport of dodging families with children who will inevitably start screaming as they follow me down aisles. So, send me the list of what everyone drinks, alcoholic and non, and what everyone would want for a snack. If I am doing this, I am doing this right.”
A couple hours later, after she came home from her harrowing trip to the local shithole, Carson had already picked up the house, so Greta got comfy too, and together they got everything set up with plenty of time to spare. Of course Carson would make everything okay. Better than, actually.
Now she got to watch that fine specimen of a human peel her t-shirt off as she walked to the bedroom, taking Greta’s attention and all her senses with it. God, she never wanted anyone like she did Shaw. Like if this somehow ended, Greta would be outside crying, “but I love her.”
They weren’t ending though, they were just beginning and as Greta’s eyes caressed Carson’s soft body with gloriously chiseled muscles, she could almost be excited about another one of their firsts tonight. Maybe, probably, because of they game they were going to play.
She’d thought she had hot sex before, but she really hadn't, not in hindsight, or comparison. Nobody had ever fucked her like Carson Shaw. She had never fucked anyone else like that either. It was fucking addicting.
Said woman finally noticed she was being drooled over as she turned around, stopping just in the doorway of the bath. “Oh, there’s my jackpot,” Carson greeted.
Caught up staring at those nude, perfect little breasts, Greta couldn't really process what was being said to her, so she asked, “hmm?”
Carson stepped forward and told Greta she had too many clothes on without saying a words. Instead, she grabbed at the hem of Greta’s shirt and pulled her forward, roughly. Her girlfriend kissed her long and hard, the kind that made you wish you would be swallowed up in the intensity of it all.
Their kiss only stopped when Shaw insistently pulled her shirt over her head and dropped to her knees, whispering seduction with every word as she slipped Greta’s sweats down her legs as she went. “I didn’t bet on the game, I bet on us. You’re the jackpot because either way tonight goes, I win.”
Just as Carson was going to bury her face in between Greta’s legs, it took all the willpower the redhead had to step back and chide, “no, no, no. Who says you get to touch me first?”
“But my love,” Carson whined, the first time with her, Greta was almost positive. Her heart, like the Grinch’s grew three sizes which made it even harder for her to shake her head no, but she did it.
“You don’t want me to worship that pretty pussy?” Carson smirking when Greta’s arousal became apparent. Auburn curls slick with her want.
Still, she managed to say, “we can worship each other’s bodies later, Carse. Tonight, I believe you promised fucking.”
“Da…mn,” Carson choked out, stumbling forward. Still on her knees, her face landed right where her lover was so desperate to be. On some kind of sexual instinct, even a fumbling Carson was one who had a magic mouth, as she took one long swipe of Greta’s sex.
When Greta couldn’t help but to moan, the intensity of Carson’s mouth, the passion with which her tongue flicked, increased so much that Greta was all in before she could help it.
Always true to her word, Carson’s short, but oh so effective fingers slid into her heat without any resistance and was quite literally banging her from her spot at Greta’s feet.
A girl could get used to this kind of treatment. All she managed to say aloud was a moaned, “Jesus.”
“Nah, just Carson,” her lover smirked against Greta’s core, sound muffled between her thighs. With all the wonderful things that mouth did, Greta would allow it to run. Especially when her lover devoted so much of herself to Greta’s pleasure.
A smug Shaw got off her knees. “That’s just a little taste of what will happen when my Chiefs kick ass tonight.”
Rather confused, Greta squinted her eyes and asked, “aren't you a Bears fan?”
Carson groaned. “Please don’t bring my real team into this. They are sadly never this far anymore.”
“Okay, so you picked the Chiefs to win. Who’s my team again? The one that is going to let me strap you the way I want to?”
“Fuck-” Carson moaned.
“Yeah, that’s the plan.” Greta reminded with a wink that made the uber-confident and competent Carson blush. “Who’s my team, Carse?” She asked her bumbling but still sexy as hell girlfriend, again.
“The Niners,” Carson finally answered.
“That’s their name?” Greta scoffed.
“No, it’s the 49ers. You like sports, Greta. How do you not know this?”
“I like baseball. You know, the only sport that matters.”
Carson shook her head, all dramatic like, and argued, “that’s just wrong.”
“Really, Carse?” Greta asked. “Do you really care how much I like football when I agreed to play house with you, and sneak off to fuck? You need more than that?”
Backing Carson into the bathroom with insistent strides, she purred, “don’t be greedy, Shaw.”
“Oh, it’s Shaw still?” Carson questioned, pushing back, their bodies melding together.
“Mhm,” was all Greta could muster, losing her breath like always when she was in such proximity with her lover.
Even if she recently learned she loved to wear the strap as well, she leaned bottom. She just couldn’t help it. Just like even though Carson would willingly bend over to be fucked hard on occasion, she leaned top. They were a living, breathing example of how labels are confining. With Carson anything went, just how they both liked it.
All this thinking about fucking Carson made her ready to do just that. However, that did not mean she wasn’t going to tease the brunette with all her feminine assets. Those her lover knew how to appreciate. It was a win-win for both of them as Greta ground her ass against her lover’s center, basking in Carson’s uneven breathing as Greta bent to turn the shower on.
Stepping in, she spun, pulling her girlfriend in with her. Carson giving no resistance as she stepped over the edge of the tub. Using their momentum as her upper hand to pin her woman against the shower. Water raining down both of their already wet bodies. Greta licked her lips when Carson’s legs spread for her on instinct.
Greta slid long fingers in between her lover’s soaked folds. Needing a taste, and to make sure Carson thought of little else for the rest of their lives, she brought her glistening fingers to her mouth and filthily tongued Carson’s essence off of them.
Hooded eyes filled with lust and pure need never had a chance. Especially not after Greta thrust her hands back to Carson’s inviting warmth, and swiftly entered her with one finger while teasing her ear with dirty promises. “If I’m going to fuck you with my strap, I think we better stretch you out, so I can slide right in. Don’t you think?”
Curling her finger in a sexy come hither inside her lover, Greta looked at Carson expectantly as she repeated the motion again and again.
Reduced to a desperate, squirming mess already, just how Greta liked her, Carson yelled, “Fuck, baby. Yes, please!”
Abruptly Greta stopped, exercising great restraint as she scolded, “if you expect me to fuck you with a full house, you are going to have to be quiet.”
Strumming Carson like the greatest instrument ever under her control, an intoxicating power, Greta flexed her hand, and asked, “you can be a good girl and be quiet for me, right Carse?”
“Can you?” Carson smirked back with her damn dimples, all cocky until Greta flexed again, and all Carson could say then was, “oh, fuck.”
Being reduced to nothing more than sexual prowess, Greta bit her lip before teasing, “I sure hope you can. Because if you have to forfeit, we both lose.” With each word, Greta wiggled her finger from side to side, then back and forth, pushing on Carson’s walls. Paying special attention to Carson’s pleasure button with each stroke.
Enjoying having the upper hand, Greta purred, “to be quite honest, I’m feeling very I want your team to lose so I can spend all night getting you ready for me. So, I can fuck you just how I want to.”
Like she was putting on a show of what was to come, Greta pulled all the way out, then plunged back in to Shaw’s depths. Her lover came instantly, causing both of them to moan. Yeah, their game was not destined to last at this rate. If they weren’t overheard, their just fucked look will give them away.
Something made clear when Jo showed up with her better half a short time later, first to arrive, like Greta had bullied them into. She took one look at her red headed best friend in leggings and Carson’s Urlacher jersey since she had nothing for the 9ers and shook her head.
“What have you been up to today, Bird?”
Even if she had the presence of mind to ignore the obvious bait, she couldn’t stop the blush from her cheeks. Maybe having their families meet like this was a horrible plan. Too late now, since no one could be uninvited, Greta sighed, “May, please keep her in line.”
“Why do you always think she can-”
Right on time, May silenced her with just a look as the air shifted, and Carson’s familiar scent wafted into Greta’s nose. She noted the look on her sister’s face, directed towards her girlfriend and swelled up the closer she got to her friends.
Very on brand, Jo ignored her and directed her comments towards Carson instead. “Farm girl, maybe it’s time we had that discussion about your intentions with my sister.
Though Jo intended to intimidate Carson, it was Greta who was left gulping. Carson stood tall beside her in her Kelce jersey like she wasn’t threatened in the least. That would have been more believable if it tracked, but either way Jo was not getting the chance to scare Carson off.
She was about to say just that when Carson agreed to Jo’s request, saying, “okay, cool. Here or in my home office?”
“Here is fine, Greta and May said simultaneously. Greta grinned despite her weariness. May has always had her back. What else could someone want in a defacto sister-in-law?
It didn’t matter in the end, because neither of them was listened to. It was like their girlfriends didn’t even hear them, having some kind of strange queer pissing contest. Her and May just rolled their eyes at each other as Carson led Jo to her study.
“Show me around,” May squealed, finally having a moment to just take in Carson’s condo. A space that even much bigger than the apartment Greta shared with Jo and May, was warm and inviting. A place she never wanted to leave, which was fucking terrifying.
The tour over before Carson came back, Greta showed May to the kitchen, where they sat, waiting for the rest of the party to show up. She imagined Carson would have been back by then, and when she wasn’t, and a chorus of voices walked through the front door.
Fuck.
What was she going to do now? Was it too late to run? Had she once again gotten in over her head? A panicking Greta looked back and forth between May, then behind her to seek her lover’s comfort, before back to the front where Carson’s family would be appearing any moment.
In the end, both of those last things happened simultaneously. Greta had just frantically met her girlfriend’s eyes when she heard from behind her, “honey, I’m home.”
Carson winked at Greta in reassurance, and maybe with a little promise of what was going to come. Namely, the two of them. Then she looked away before skipping to her people, like the young girl she surely was when 3/4 of these bonds began their seal.
Closing her eyes, Greta could just about see it. A cute little dimpled girl impossible not to love. Much like her grown counterpart who pulled her to the now by saying, “this is Greta, my girlfriend.”
“Yeah, okay,” said the attractive androgynous woman Greta knew to be Max from pictures hung around the apartment.
Conditioned to think the worst, Greta’s heckles were raised. She knew this was a bad idea. Then Max genuinely surprised her when she explained, “there is no way this beautiful woman fell for your goofy mug.”
“Oh, like you are anywhere near Esther’s league,” Carson shot back as the beauty hanging onto Max beamed at her compliments. Greta could relate, her lover’s words made her feel all kinds of amazing things.
“Children, please,” a handsome middle-aged man chided from behind them. “You would think you two would have gotten over your sibling rivalry all these years later, but it might be worse now.”
Both “children” listened, even though it was mostly warmth that poured from him, an aura that hovered in his friendly eyes as he took a good look at Greta with a genuine smile on his face even as he said, “you must excuse my nieces. They were raised with more manners, I promise.”
Remembering her own, Greta jumped up and stuck her hand out, offering what she hoped would be a reassuring handshake that screamed, “I love her. I promise not to hurt your girl.”
Uncle Bert grabbed her hand but used it to pull her into a fierce embrace all while saying, “I’ve heard such great things about you. I am sorry, but we hug in this family, even if your girlfriend did not introduce us.”
“I’m sorry, Unc,” Carson apologized, moving quickly behind her lover. Just as she finished introduction, the door rang yet again with Clance and a sheepish Guy who refused to use directions, then had gotten lost.
And so it had gone until Greta had met all of the people that mattered the most to her girlfriend, plus the girls that came with Jess and Lupe. Twins that were quite a few years younger than anyone else, though they were “of age” a sheepish Carson insisted, after Greta made her ask them. Turns out Jo knew them Jess and Lupe as well, the lesbian community a small one in the grand scheme of things.
The last time the bell rang it was the local pizzeria, armed with all kinds of goodies which Greta spread across the counters beside Guy’s legendary pork. He also made desserts, too many to even think of.
As they ate, and drank and talked a lot of trash, Greta was glad to find May and Aunt Gracie couldn’t care less about football either. She was at least in good company.
Struck Gracie’s feminine mystique, she was caught staring for the sixth or so time before the woman who not only helped raise her girlfriend, but had been her mentor in her lesbian awakening, Carson’s aunt held her gaze and nodded towards the kitchen, asking, “will you help me get some more drinks?”
Mouth dry, Greta’s heart raced as she desperately tried to catch May’s eyes. As Greta stood up, losing all hope of being noticed, May finally, fucking finally, got the hint and offered to help.
As Greta went to agree, Gracie spoke over her to say, “no, I think we have got it.”
Said redhead took a deep breath and looked at her beautiful reminder of why she was doing this equivalent of meeting the parents. Carson squeezed her hand but made no move to get up. Yup, whatever she thought she owed Greta just doubled as the redhead was left to follow alone.
As soon as they were out of earshot from the lively party, Gracie wasted no time in putting Greta into an awkward as hell spot; having to listen wordlessly as her girlfriend's aunt gave her a once-over both visually and verbally. “Everyone thinks my husband is the one to be threatened by. That’s not true at all. He is a big teddy bear whose weakness is pretty girls with pretty smiles. Which, I can admit you are.”
Her nerves a roller-coaster, Greta mumbled awkwardly, “uh…thanks.”
Gracie glared at her. “Too bad that doesn’t work on me. You think you and Esther are the first girls we have been introduced to?”
“Greta’s face burned from both embarrassment and jealousy thinking about any women before her. Oddly this protective of Carson speech did nothing to temper Greta’s school girl admiration. She got it. Carson Shaw was a treasure, who deserved to be treated as such.
Suddenly, Gracie was sighing. “So, no. You aren’t the first trying to gain our approval. You are the first she has looked at like that. The first she has basically lived with.”
“She’s the first for me too,” Greta interjected, heart racing because fuck…
Gracie did her hair toss like Lizzo and cut Greta down with her glare and her words when she said, “yeah, I know. Because you are also the first, I knew of by name, before Carson said it.” She didn’t give at all as she stared down Greta intently, waiting for her to buckle.
Greta gulped, but she couldn’t fold. Not when so much was at stake. Not even if she was getting ready to be slut-shamed by the woman who apparently held the most sway in her lover’s chosen family. No, she was a grown ass woman. She didn’t have to take this. Did she?
Heading Gracie’s next point off, Greta said, “Look, I respect you. I do, until you give me a reason not to. Carson knows everything you do, probably more actually. She loves me anyways, like I love her. You can hate me if you want, just know, I will fight to keep what Carse and I have.”
Her lover’s aunt visibly softened as Greta watched in real time. Aunt Gracie liked people who would go to bat for Carson. Greta would. Probably to the death, but fuck it was much too soon to go there. Why was she always so much?
Still leery, Gracie smiled just slightly, not willing to give too much away until she nodded. “Alright then. I’ll match your energy for now. I’ll respect you until you give me a reason not to. Everyone has a past, girl. Just don’t make it Carson’s present. Remember that girl has a big family.
Right on cue, said family roared, some in annoyance, some in delight. She wondered which one Carson was. Both options made her sinfully wet. What the fuck was wrong with her. Their families were here.
Yet, when her girlfriend swaggered into the kitchen, somehow both cute with her face scrunched up and hot as fuck in all the typical Shaw ways. Reading the room, Carson said, “we were just wondering where our beers were. Everything alright in here?”
“Of course, child. Your girlfriend and I just had a little heart to heart. I better get Bert his beer. Can’t keep my man waiting.
A moment of mutual understanding passed between them as Gracie nodded at her before she patted Carson’s shoulder and headed to the fridge.
As soon as they were alone, Greta threw herself in Carson’s orbit, kissing her like they had separated for months, hell maybe even years. Stopping to catch their breath, Carson pushed her back a hair, but held on tight.
Knowing Greta so well, probably too well, she asked, “are you good? Aunt Gracie does not play when it comes to those she loves.”
Though that was true, so was Greta’s response. “Yeah, I can relate. No one is going to scare me away from you, Carse.”
“I like that…a lot.” All wrapped up in her lover, Greta did too.
“So anyways, what are the terms of our bet, one more time?” Carson asked as she devoured Greta with her eyes.
By the time Greta thought to answer, Carson had her hands trailing up her shirt, her fingertips hot with hunger and need raising Greta’s skin.
“Fuck…Shaw,” Greta hissed. “Your team scores, you decide how we next get to come.”
Carson nodded smugly. “Damn right. And guess who just scored? My boy Travis.”
“Taylor’s man?” Greta knew to ask. Anyone not living under a rock would. Because of their relationship, men were all angry, while little girls and old ladies suddenly cared about one of the more aggressive sports. Greta still didn’t, but she liked the girl who liked the sandwiches or whatever Arizona had said.
Carson, never a hater, just laughed and shook her head yes as she suddenly began to drag Greta to the pantry. They were almost there, so close to Narnia when there was a collective “fuck,” yelled so loud it echoed through the house.
“We better go see what’s happening,” Carson whispered in her ear once they stopped moving. “We might need to up the ante on how I fuck you.”
The whimper came from somewhere inside of her. Deep. Needy. Desperately wanting that moment to be now. Her and Carson may have a very active and healthy sex life, but Greta was starved for her lover’s touch already. Her own hands missed being all over Carson as well.
Against her will for some reason, while not because of others, Greta let herself be led by the hand back into the large living room space. She finally understood why so much furniture was necessary as even this big group fit comfortably. Everyone did in Carson’s space.
Their spot was saved, a deluxe recliner that fit the both of them comfortably. There was enough space where Carson didn’t have to pull Greta down on her lap, but neither of them were complaining. Also, no one was paying them any attention, aside from Jo who rolled her eyes, but kept talking to Jess and Lu.
Paying attention to all the women, and 1 gentleman around her, she jerked when Carson hotly whispered into her ear, “looks like we are just about to tie it up, baby. My plan for you might have to wait.” All the while thrusting her center into Greta’s ass ever so slightly.
Stroking her hips and outer thighs, Carson explained, “See, the 9ers are first and goal. That means they technically have four chances to get into the end-zone for a touchdown. See, the end there where it is painted?”
Greta just nodded, Carson’s wandering hands sparking a match that would one day burn her alive. Even so, she would willingly go into their heat, even if it left them scorched.
It only took the 49ers two more tries before half the room was bitching, the rest cheering, “touchdown!”
“Does that mean we are tied,” Greta batted her eyelashes, giving the innocent act the old college try.
“Sure does,” Carson grinned lewdly like she had thought of the potential tie breaker all ready. One she was eager for it seemed, as she damn near dumped Greta off her lap in her excitement to get up.
Without a word to anyone, Greta escaped the chaos of their families with Carson, and headed towards their sanctuary. The one place they were always allowed to act as they pleased.
Currently, that was Carson pinning her towards their bedroom door, kissing her with desperate abandon. Like she needed this as much as Greta did. Like she might die if they don’t consume each other post haste.
Apparently not willing to risk their mortality, Carson thrust her hand into Greta’s stretchy pants, and panties that seemed necessary to protect her pants, but were now ruined anyways. Both of them groaned as her lover’s fingertips slid across Greta’s constantly drenched core. Plunging into the redhead with two fingers sparked a desperate need in Greta to do the same.
Since they were tied after all, Greta yanked Carson’s track pants and boy shorts out of the way and mirrored her love’s actions.
Filthy kissing continuing as they pounded into each other where they stood. Fingers curling and hitting that sweet spot over and over. Whispered moans, affirmations and swearing as they fucked each other with the force of their love. Their connections. Their passion so unmatched it makes them literally angry to go without it, even for a day or two.
Greta didn’t even want to imagine weeks, months. Fuck that sounded terrible, impossible even as she wanted more each and every time. Speaking of, she couldn’t wait for Carson to ride her. The image of that gorgeous body bouncing on what was going to be between Greta’s legs is finally what brought her climax roaring to life, causing her whole body to shudder. Her core clenching around Carson’s fingers.
Her explosion of desire is what threw her lover over the edge as well, and they held each other up as pleasure racked their bodies. “Fuck, Carse, you are going to be the death of me,” is all Greta could think to say when her heart rate started to normalize.
Puppy dog eyes so soft after literally coming apart so violently; it really must be love, Greta mused. “I don’t want to kill you. I just want to please you, baby.”
“Oh, you do, so damn much,” Greta swooned. So love sick she really might need a doctor one day.
“Good. Now I’m going to go wash my hands, though I really don’t want to. I like having you on me. You are delightful.”
To prove her point, Carson stuck the fingers that just in Greta up to the redhead’s lips. “Taste yourself,” Carson hissed. The combination of Carson;s verbal request, and actually doing it, left Greta squirming. Ready again, already.
Usually, they went until someone begged for mercy. This one orgasm and wait was too much like edging, and Greta had never been a fan. Then again, this whole day had been stupid fucking hot, so Greta played along.
“Better go back before we get noticed,” Greta teased.
“Yeah, because your sister is scary,” Carson said as she walked them into the en-suite bathroom.
“Seriously?” Greta scoffed. “Joey is harmless. I feel like your Aunt Gracie however would cut a bitch, then serve y'all dinner like she had just come from church.
Carson splashed Greta with the still lukewarm water running from the faucet. “You don’t think Jo would bury someone alive, and then join the search party? Because I think she would.”
Greta giggled then agreed, “okay, you might be right.” Joey definitely had a few shovels on demand when it came to defending the women in her life. Her sister and her woman especially.
As they headed back to the group, Greta realized that she too had people she loved that much. More of them then she ever imagined, but mainly it was quality over quantity.
Even though Carson had more, they all seemed worth it as well. Good ‘ole boys, though only one of them was. Carson’s crew seemed to be as good as her, or at least strive to be. It was refreshing to be around so many women, and not be assaulted with drama.
They continued to be gluttonous, to the truest sense of the word. She enjoyed the company so much, Greta was starting to be glad she agreed to this, beyond the amazing sex they had somehow gotten away with.
It was apparently called a quarterback sneak that had her bent over storage totes in the shed, getting fucked into another consciousness, while they “looked for their fancy corkscrew.” Carson palming her roots and controlling her head while her strap filled Greta in the most possessive way. Demanding ownership that she freely gave. Coming apart so thoroughly it took impressive restraint to not scream to the heavens about the wonder that is her Shaw.
Something magical, being hopelessly in love probably, let her go from earth-shattering orgasms to being a perfect hostess. Greta thoroughly enjoyed entertaining.
She had learned that the scar above Max’s eye came from a 10-year-old Carson who accidentally scooped a rock up with the ball she flung, resulting in 4 stitches, and Carson deciding she was cursed when her mom left days later.
No one laughed at that story, and to lighten the mood Max told a story about baby-gay Carson who drank too much and puked on herself instead of losing her virginity. Greta did giggle at that, which somehow rang true with her bumbling girlfriend.
A beet-red Carson was annoyed that this was the story that everyone laughed at, but it just made Greta fall a little harder. She loved that Carson had zero game when she tried. It was their effortless connection that had drawn Greta in.
The fact that everything continued to grow is why she hadn't left. She always left. She knew deep in her heart she never would. Not willingly. ‘
Why would she when she had more adventure, sexual and otherwise, with this woman that was somehow in her lap now, than in her whole past combined. In an anything potentially goes, but consent is sexy relationship, where things could be switched up from time to time, the opportunities were endless.
Like when a “fucking interception” led to Greta laying on their bedroom floor while Carson rode her like a joystick. Bringing them both immense pleasure every time she sunk her wet heat on the strap, she bottomed out with every bounce, her body flush with Greta’s clit.
Love, desire, hopeless devotion, and then ultimately submission crossed Carson’s face as she gave into her pure carnal need for true release and came hard. Greta’s quickly following.
Forever, she decided. Not willing to settle for anything less, Greta chose to treat Carson’s family like what she hoped they’d be, one day hers. It worked out well for her because by the time the Chiefs won, she had been added to the Chapman/Hart/Shaw family group chat. She’d gotten Guy’s secret pork recipe. She had also promised the hermanos they would all go bar hopping soon.
Carson and Jo had apparently bonded over baseball, and something about creating a woman’s league. They agreed to discuss those details when they added each other on PlayStation as soon as Jo got home.
By the time it was once again just her and Carson in the house, she was whooped. What an amazing day one that started like shit had been. Greta was so utterly slap happy with joy, she began to giggle uncontrollably.
“You alright there, baby?”
Greta’s smile so foreign to her, it felt drawn on like a clown’s. The only way she knew how to explain it to Carson was, “I just...I’m just happy, Carse. So damn happy.”
A cheeky Carson asked, “so you don’t regret agreeing to have a party with me?”
Slightly embarrassed at her earlier crazy, but knowing without a doubt it would happen again, Greta just said, “of course not.”
“Good,” dimples said, or at least that is what Greta saw. “Move in with me, officially.”
Greta gasped, inhaled her own saliva and began choking as Carson smacked between her shoulder blades. When she could finally breathe again, Greta choked out, “wh…at?”
Carson never quit intently looking into her being as she said, “I didn’t like it earlier when you were going to run-”
“-I wasn’t-”
“-Yes, you were,” Carson insisted. Greta hung her head, because yeah, maybe her girlfriend was right. In this moment she kind of felt like she could be sick.
Carson, as calm as ever, just continued, “so, I was thinking. This place has three empty bedrooms. Let’s make two of them our places to decompress.”
“What?” Greta asked again, trying her best to keep up. Nothing prepared her for the enigma that is Carson Shaw looking at her with utter devotion.
“The bedroom is ours, baby. Our space to rest, recharge, explore our love. I don’t ever want to kick you out of OUR space. If I get mad, I’ll have my room. You’ll have yours. We wont taint ours with any bad vibes. And you also won't have a reason to leave if we are upset."
“God, I love you,” Greta blurted.
“And I love you, baby.”
Hearing this. Feeling this. Believing this. Greta said the only obvious answer, “of course, I’ll move in officially.”
Her dorky but fucking adorable girlfriend cheered wildly, like a super-fan in the stands, which left them both in giggles. Once it quieted, Carson said, “Now that that’s settled, a bet is a bet. You still owe me your pleasure.”
Greta’s reaction warred inside her. Because fuck, she was in theory always ready, but it had been such a long day, and she wasn’t sure she physically could. She already felt sore, in all the good places.
“Carse?”
“A bet is a bet, baby,” Carson winked. “And you are my prize.”
Clit throbbing instantly, Greta forgot her earlier hesitations. Fucking Carson Shaw. Her powerful force demanded not just Greta’s attention, but her soul.
Treasuring it like always, Carson whispered, “I still owe you, baby, for being the best co-host, partner, and better half a girl could ask for. I’m ready to worship you now. Go take everything off but your jersey.”
When Greta raised an eyebrow, Carson shrugged, “I can’t help it. You look sexy as hell in my clothes.”
Well now that she mentioned it, Greta said, “maybe you should leave yours on too.”
Carson grinned, her dimples popping. “I like the way you think, Gill.”
That was new. And Greta wasn’t really sure how she felt about it. So she asked, “oh, it’s Gill now?”
“Yeah, until it’s Shaw,” Carson smirking as Greta’s mouth dropped open.
Unable to find the words, she followed her apparent future wife into her, no, their room. Both of them stripping just as discussed, down to just their jerseys. Their sexy uniform for their own game. Seduction.
“Lay down for me and spread those pretty legs,” Carson husked, voice thick with need, groaning when Greta obeyed. Having a trick or two up her sleeve, she bent her knees just slightly putting her still drenched, yet somehow again desperate core on full display.
“My good girl,” Carson whispered reverently. Sliding between Greta’s legs and kneading her thighs while kissing Greta clit with pure devotion. The redhead’s hips dancing as she writhed under her lover’s super human mouth. Spending most of her day falling over the edge of bliss, it didn’t take long before Greta was there again, this time allowed to be as loud as she wanted as she cried out for her love in ecstasy.
Unable to take it anymore, well and truly spent, Greta tapped out. Her body sagged in relief, her core thoroughly fucked. As Carson slid up beside her, the best Greta could offer was, “I promise I will give you the world as soon as I catch my breath.”
“You already have,” Carson swore. “I just want to hold you tonight. I’m so tired.”
“Yeah, tomorrow is going to suck.”
“No, it won’t. I talked to Vivienne, you have the day off. And I take the day off every year anyways. After today though, it might just be my fave holiday.”