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“Are you a lesbian?”
Sparrow hesitated half a second before shrugging.
She struggled to call herself a lesbian.
She’d had to be dragged out of the closet kicking and screaming by her twin brother, so maybe it was more accurate to say that Sparrow just struggled. Lark had walked in on her trying on their mom’s clothes one too many times for Sparrow to deny it when he’d asked if she was trans, but she had no desire to go on hormones or legally change her name. She’d liked when Lark had started calling her his sister, even if she’d been a little embarrassed. Wouldn’t people think Lark was stupid, or that she was lying, when nothing changed? Sure, she wore skirts and dresses more openly now, but she’d already mostly dressed out of the women’s section. What difference did a skirt and a different pronoun make?
But their friends had been so good about it. The guys never treated her any differently. They accepted her easily, never made her feel awkward about it. Terry had offered to give her the name of the surgeon who’d done his phalloplasty, and Sparrow had meekly told him she didn’t want surgery. Terry took it in stride, offering a shrug and a promise to help in any way he could. Grant had told her they loved her no matter what. Nick had looked her up and down in her dress and asked if she was single, earning himself a punch in the arm from Lark.
Rebecca’s thumb gently stroked her cheek. “Have you had sex with men?”
She slowly nodded.
“And have you had sex with women?”
This was easier to admit. She’d dated the same girl all through high school, before she came out. Sparrow nodded more enthusiastically.
“Have you had sex with a trans woman?”
Sparrow shook her head.
Rebecca sat back on Sparrow’s knees, her hand trailing down her neck and coming to rest on her shoulder. “Am I the only other trans person you know?”
Suddenly, Sparrow found her voice. “N-no, no. My friend Terry is trans, but he… He transitioned earlier than you.”
Rebecca had told her, when they first met. She had swept into their Intro to Art History class looking like Regina George, with her bleach blonde hair and her miniskirt and tight top. Sparrow thought she was lost, until she saw the tote bag with a screenprint of Botticelli’s The Birth of Venus slung over her shoulder. Rebecca’s eyes had fallen on Sparrow, raked her up and down, and then she’d made a bee-line for the seat next to her. Sparrow had thought she was about to become a victim of the kind of bullying that only existed in teen dramas, but Rebecca had only introduced herself and asked in a soft voice, “How long have you been out?”
Sparrow squirmed in her seat. It’s not like she was hiding it. She knew she didn’t pass for cis in either direction. It’s just that most people didn’t bring it up. “Um, I came out last summer.”
Rebecca grinned and leaned over to whisper in Sparrow’s ear, “I came out the summer before junior high. All my friends came back to school with dropped voices but I’d begged my dad to get me on puberty blockers.”
When she leaned back out of Sparrow’s space, all she could focus on was the smell of Rebecca’s perfume. It took her a full minute to register that Rebecca had just told her that she was trans, too. After class, she gave Sparrow her number and said they should hang out sometime.
Back in the present, it was Rebecca’s turn to nod slowly, her face scrunching as thoughts churned in her head. “Did you like having sex with men?”
Sparrow’s face flushed. “I liked…” she had to pause to clear her throat. “I liked bottoming.”
Rebecca looked shocked for a fraction of a second before she threw her head back and laughed. Sparrow’s face felt so hot, and if it was anyone else sitting in her lap and laughing at her, Sparrow would have shoved them off. Rebecca composed herself and leaned down to press a soft kiss to Sparrow’s temple. “Oh, sweet girl,” she cooed, sending a shock of arousal down Sparrow’s spine. “You liked feeling like a woman.”
She had known that, somewhere in the back of her mind, but having it said out loud like that… She let Rebecca push her back against the couch cushions and kiss down her neck. She liked not having to lead. She liked being touched, and used. She liked being treated the way she saw girls being treated in porn. She liked when Rebecca touched her the way she used to touch Blair, her ex. Slowly, testing the waters, Sparrow grabbed one of Rebecca’s wrists and pulled her hand to her chest. Understanding immediately, Rebecca cupped Sparrow’s pec. There wasn’t much there, but she played into the fantasy and squeezed the palmful of flesh.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Sparrow?” Rebecca whispered in her ear, slowly grinding her hips against Sparrow’s.
Sparrow gasped, her hips twitching up to meet Rebecca’s. “Y-you’d do that for me?”
“I’d do anything for you,” Rebecca assured, unbuttoning Sparrow’s cardigan. She pushed it off of her shoulders, letting it bunch up at her elbows. Her hands slipped up under Sparrow’s camisole and she squeezed Sparrow’s chest, palms against bare skin, her nipples starting to harden against Rebecca’s palms.
“I’m not, um…” Sparrow laughed awkwardly. “I didn’t expect this to happen.”
Rebecca nodded and kissed Sparrow’s forehead before slipping off of Sparrow’s lap. “Under the bathroom sink,” she directed, helping Sparrow up. “You know what you’re doing, right?”
It took Sparrow a second to catch up, but she nodded and pulled her cardigan the rest of the way off.
Rebecca watched her drop it on the couch before she said, “Go get ready for me.”
She scurried off to the bathroom and shut the door, easing it closed so she didn’t accidentally slam it in her haste. She dropped to her knees on the fuzzy pink bathmat and took deep breaths. She didn’t have to dig, the supplies she needed were in a little pink basket just behind the door. There were a lot of baskets and organizational containers under Rebecca’s sink, with items spilling out or thrown haphazardly into the cabinet. The chaos made Sparrow’s skin crawl, but she could appreciate the effort.
She felt like she was floating outside of her own body, preparing herself for sex in a bathroom that felt like a monument to girlhood. The pink and the frills—it was not something she would ever do in her own space, but she understood exactly why Rebecca had. There was so much lost time to make up.
Sparrow cleaned up and put away what she had gotten out, smoothing her skirt and taking a few deep, calming breaths before she opened the door and stepped back out into the living room.
Rebecca had shimmied out of her dress, and now lounged on the couch in a matching bra and panty set, lazily massaging herself through the thin fabric of her panties. She opened her eyes when she heard the door open and smiled, making eye contact with Sparrow.
She didn’t know why, but she had expected Rebecca to have gotten bottom surgery. Maybe it was because she passed as well as Terry, and he had gotten his surgery the second a surgeon would allow it. Sparrow hadn’t realized until now, seeing the way Rebecca’s cock strained against the lacey fabric, that she had thought it was all or nothing. She had not sought out hormones, because she liked her body just fine. She would have appreciated some curves, sure, but she liked her dick. It had served her well. She didn’t know that she could have both.
“Come here,” Rebecca urged, holding out one hand to Sparrow.
Sparrow crossed the room and took Rebecca’s hand. She pulled her down into her lap and circled her arms loosely around her waist.
“Can I kiss you?” she whispered, her eyes on Sparrow’s lips.
Sparrow nodded and dipped her head, meeting Rebecca as she surged forward. Her tongue pushed past Sparrow’s parted lips and her hold tightened on her waist, pulling her against her own chest. Sparrow moaned pathetically into the kiss.
After a long moment, Rebecca reluctantly pulled back. “I wanna see your body.”
It wasn't exactly a request, but it wasn't a demand, either. Regardless, Sparrow slipped out of Rebecca’s lap and pulled her camisole off over her head. She tried not to look at Rebecca’s face as she pushed her skirt down and off her hips, letting it drop and the fabric pool at her feet. Standing there in just her jockstrap, Sparrow felt very exposed. She wrapped her arms around herself and turned her head.
“Oh, sweetheart…” Rebecca breathed. She leaned forward and put her hands on Sparrow’s hips, her pinkies slipping under her waistband. “You are so pretty… Do you like wearing this?”
She shrugged and tightened her arms.
Rebecca gently pried Sparrow’s hands away from her body and untangled her arms to slip her fingers between Sparrow’s. “You would look so good in a pair of panties…” Rebecca pressed a kiss to her hip, just above her waistband. She trailed more kisses over her stomach. “A little bralette, maybe…”
Sparrow shuddered and squeezed Rebecca’s hands.
Rebecca tipped her head back and rested her chin against Sparrow’s stomach. “I don’t have anything from when I was that flat chested anymore, but do you wanna borrow my panties?”
Sparrow’s cheeks were warm again. She felt frozen in Rebecca’s gaze, unable to speak or even nod her head.
“Come on, sweet thing,” Rebecca giggled and stood up from the couch. Still holding one of Sparrow’s hands, she led her into the bedroom. She pushed Sparrow towards the bed before letting go of her hand and stepping towards the closet. Over her shoulder, she said, “Take that thing off, you’re far too pretty to be wearing that.”
Sparrow pulled her jockstrap down and kicked it off, cupping her hands over herself. She felt far more exposed than if she’d just been undressing to have sex.
Rebecca came back into the room with a pair of simple, white cotton panties in her hands. “Here,” she said, and knelt down to help Sparrow into them. She had to move her hands as Rebecca pulled them up over her hips. She reached to situate Sparrow in the panties, then stopped, her hands hovering. “Is it alright if I touch you?”
Sparrow felt like she'd been shocked, and she nodded stiffly.
Gently, Rebecca tucked Sparrow’s cock into the panties, tugging the fabric until Sparrow was as settled into them as she could be.
“It’s hard to tuck when you're hard,” Rebecca commented. “You look so cute, Sparrow. Do you wanna see?”
Sparrow nodded again. She was tugged towards the walk-in closet, where Rebecca pulled the door shut and stood Sparrow in front of the full-length mirror mounted there.
“See?” Rebecca stood behind her, hands on Sparrow’s hips. She hooked her chin over Sparrow’s shoulder and slid her hands up Sparrow’s body, pushing the skin on her chest together until she had a little bit of cleavage. “You are so beautiful. Gorgeous.” Her hands moved up to play with Sparrow’s hair, pushing it forward to let it fall over her shoulders. “Do you wear makeup?”
“I’ve tried,” Sparrow admitted, “but I’m not very good.”
“Your mom didn't teach you? Or your girlfriends?”
Sparrow’s breath caught in her throat when Rebecca started peppering kisses across the backs of her shoulders. “N-no. My mom doesn't wear makeup and all my friends are boys.”
“I can fix that,” she hummed. She moved Sparrow’s hair aside and kissed her neck. “I can get you whatever you need. Makeup, underwear, jewelry…” Rebecca’s fingers dipped into the hollow of Sparrow’s throat before wrapping loosely around her neck. Rebecca’s fingers were slim and short, and she applied no pressure. “You’d look so pretty in a necklace with my initial.”
Sparrow shuddered and turned around, her hands coming up to cup Rebecca’s face, and kissed her.
Rebecca walked them back until her thighs hit the mattress and she sat down, pulling Sparrow down into her lap. Sparrow felt like a feral animal, licking hungrily into Rebecca’s mouth. Her hands slipped around Rebecca’s back and fiddled with the clasp of her bra. It’d been just long enough since she’d done this that her fingers had started to forget, but after a few tries she managed to unhook it. She leaned back, trying to pull Rebecca’s bra off while still kissing her.
With gentle hands on the sides of her face, Rebecca forced Sparrow out of the kiss. Sparrow was panting, and would’ve felt the sharp sting of rejection if she hadn’t been so desperate to see more of Rebecca. She clumsily tugged at the bra, ignoring how much help Rebecca had to give her before it came off. She also ignored the small moan that slipped past her lips when she saw Rebecca’s breasts.
Sparrow had assumed that she had gotten top surgery at some point, but judging by the natural curve of her breast and the lack of any scarring, she hadn’t. Sparrow hadn’t realized it was possible for a trans woman to naturally grow breasts this large—when she’d indulged in looking at photos online, she’d only found women with smaller breasts or obvious augmentation. Sparrow brushed a thumb over Rebecca’s puffy nipple. She wasn’t sure if she wanted breasts this large, but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t interested in having something. She ducked her head and took Rebecca’s nipple into her mouth.
Rebecca let out a breath and ran her fingers through Sparrow’s hair. “I’m supposed to be making you feel good, pretty girl.”
Sparrow hummed and pushed Rebecca onto her back. Reluctantly, and with a final swirl of her tongue, she let Rebecca’s nipple slip from her mouth and kissed a line down her stomach. Rebecca’s hand followed, cupping the back of her head. She slipped off the bed to kneel between Rebecca’s legs and kissed up her thighs. Rebecca hooked one knee over Sparrow’s shoulder, her heel pressing into her back.
Slowly, Sparrow pulled Rebecca’s panties down, unveiling her cock. It was on the smaller side, even now that it was hard and red and leaking. She wondered if that was from the estrogen, or if Rebecca had just been blessed to have less of the things she didn’t want and more of the things she did. Sparrow took it in her hand and admired it for a long moment, taking in the length, the weight of it in her hand, how it and the tan skin around it was waxed smooth and flawless. Then she kissed it, licked the precum from the tip, and easily took it into her mouth. Rebecca let out a breathy sigh as her cock slid along Sparrow’s tongue, settling heavily at the back of her throat. Sparrow still had to swallow against her gag reflex, but she imagined Rebecca could’ve fucked her throat despite being a little out of practice. The image made her cock throb in her panties and Sparrow reached down to cup herself, moaning around Rebecca.
“Ah, fuck,” Rebecca breathed, her hips twitching. She caught herself before she rocked her hips against Sparrow’s face, but when Sparrow moaned again and encouragingly tapped her hip, Rebecca let out a soft groan and allowed herself to give in.
She curled her fingers in Sparrow’s hair to hold her in place and braced her other hand against the mattress, using it and her foot against Sparrow’s back to give herself the leverage to thrust up into Sparrow’s mouth. Sparrow, for her part, relaxed her throat, focusing on breathing and the sounds that fell from Rebecca’s lips. It was hard to hear her soft sighs and quiet whimpers over the wet noises coming from Sparrow’s own throat, but she focused on picking them out. She squeezed herself through her panties.
Rebecca suddenly pulled Sparrow’s head back, pulling her off her cock. It fell, hard and wet and twitching, against Rebecca’s stomach. A long string of saliva connected it to Sparrow’s mouth, which hung open as she panted, her tongue hanging uselessly out of her mouth. Sparrow tried to lean forward, aiming to lick a stripe up the underside of Rebecca’s cock, but her fingers tightened in Sparrow’s hair.
“If I come now it’s gonna take me forever to get it up again,” Rebecca warned, her voice strained, “and I still wanna fuck you, pretty girl.”
Sparrow remembered the time she’d hooked up with a guy from Grindr, who’d come unceremoniously in his pants from her grinding her ass against his lap, and then tried desperately to get himself hard again. He’d managed a measly half-chub and then gone soft again after shoving himself inside her. He’d apologized profusely, blamed his antidepressants, and driven her back to her parents house. He had stopped her with her hand on the door handle and passed her a couple of crumpled twenties. She had never been more humiliated in her life. She had stood in her bathroom with a pair of scissors, feeling awful about herself and wondering if men would like her more with short hair, until Lark had banged on the bathroom door and told her to quit hogging it.
She did not want a repeat of that experience. She got up from her knees and crawled back into bed, letting Rebecca pull her up into a kiss.
It was soft and lingering. Rebecca thumbed saliva off of Sparrow’s chin before tucking her against her side, her arm curled to play with Sparrow’s hair. “What are you into?” she asked softly, her breath puffing against Sparrow’s skin.
“Like–” Sparrow’s voice cracked, her throat feeling a little sore, and she stopped to clear it. “In bed?”
“Sure.” Rebecca shifted so she was more on her side than her back, one arm pinned under Sparrow’s head, and used her other hand to tuck Sparrow’s hair behind her ear.
Sparrow opened her mouth to respond, then closed it, realizing suddenly that she didn't know. She had never thought about sex in terms of what she liked, only what she could do for others. “I like… being used, I guess.”
Rebecca hummed thoughtfully. “Do you like being used roughly? Like a toy who doesn’t have wants or needs?”
She didn’t know about the rough part, but the toy part? She didn’t really have needs, and the only thing she wanted was to make her partner feel good. She settled on saying, “I don’t like pain.”
“So you wanna be used gently,” Rebecca grinned at her, “like my favorite toy.”
Sparrow shuddered and nodded.
Rebecca pulled her arm out from under Sparrow’s head and threw a leg over her, straddling her. She pressed their hips together and supported herself on her forearms, her forehead against Sparrow’s. “Do you like… being bossed around?”
Sparrow sucked in a breath; nodded again.
She raised up on her knees and grabbed Sparrow’s wrists, her slim fingers forming loose cuffs that she could break out of if she wanted to. “What about when I touch you like this? Do you want me to put you where I want you?”
Rebecca waited for Sparrow to nod before pulling her hands above her head and pinning them to the mattress by her wrists. The hold was still light, a suggestion more than a demand.
“Do you want me to take you, Sparrow?” Rebecca whispered in her ear. “Tell me you want me to make your pussy mine.”
Sparrow’s stomach dropped, like going over a hill even though she was pinned flat beneath Rebecca’s weight. She closed her eyes against the rush of embarrassment, nodding.
“I need you to use your words, baby girl. I can’t make you mine if you don’t ask.”
Sparrow heard herself whimper, heard her own small voice begging, “Take me. Please.”
Rebecca giggled and nipped at Sparrow’s neck, a light scrape of teeth over skin that surprised her but didn’t hurt. “Good girl,” she praised, and got up from the bed.
Sparrow whined pathetically when the cold air hit her.
“Calm down, gorgeous,” Rebecca laughed. “Do you want me to fuck you raw and dry? Have a little patience. And don’t move.”
Sparrow crossed her wrists but kept her arms up over her head. She heard a drawer open and tried not to squirm. She felt the thump of something being tossed onto the bed beside her, and then a moment later something soft and thin and cold rolled towards her and settled against her thigh. She heard the drawer close and opened her eyes just in time to watch Rebecca pull her panties down and off, her hard cock bouncing when she walked back to the end of the bed.
“Good girl,” she praised again, drawing out the oo in good. She tossed a condom onto Sparrow’s chest and picked up the item that’d rolled against her side, moving it so she could straddle Sparrow. When she tossed it aside, Sparrow saw that it was a light pink vibrator. “Do you want your glasses on?”
She’d fully forgotten she was wearing them. Her vision wasn’t that bad, but still, she wanted to see Rebecca in crisp detail. She wanted to remember this forever. She nodded, curling her fingers into her palms in anticipation.
Rebecca reached up and pressed a bottle of lube into Sparrow’s hand. “Hold this for me.”
It took a second to register before she wrapped her fingers around the bottle.
Rebecca walked backwards down the mattress on her knees, pulling Sparrow’s panties down as she went. “Such a shame,” she sighed. “You looked so good in those. Good enough to eat.”
Panic flashed in Sparrow’s chest and she quickly shook her head. Rebecca frowned, and at first Sparrow thought she had disappointed her until she registered the concern in her eyes.
“No?” Rebecca asked gently. “You don’t want me to suck your clit?”
Desire shot straight to her dick, incongruent with the tight clench of fear Rebecca’s question sent through her. She whimpered and shook her head.
“That’s okay, baby. Do you want me to touch it at all?” Before Sparrow could respond, a more relevant question popped into Rebecca’s mind. “Do you even want me to make you come?”
“I–” Sparrow swallowed her nerves. “Y-you can touch it, if you want.”
Rebecca studied Sparrow’s face, and whatever she found there made her nod. She dragged a manicured nail lightly down the length of Sparrow’s cock. “You didn’t answer my second question, baby.”
“I-I’m–” she cut off with a gasp when Rebecca wrapped her fingers around Sparrow’s cock. “Please.”
“Please what?”
She whined, her fingers twitching when she went to cover her face but remembered at the last second that Rebecca had told her not to move.
“Go on, baby,” Rebecca encouraged. “You have to tell me what you want, remember?”
It took Sparrow an embarrassingly long moment to find her voice, and when she did, it was barely more than a whisper. “Please,” she begged, “make me come.”
“That’s my good girl.” Rebecca’s voice was practically a purr. She leaned up over Sparrow and steadied her trembling hand. “Hold this steady for me,” she instructed, and pumped some lube into her hand.
With the other, she gently lifted Sparrow’s legs and folded them up, pressed against her chest. “This is gonna be cold,” she warned, a moment before she spread lube across Sparrow’s exposed hole.
Sparrow jumped at the sudden touch, but relaxed as Rebecca trailed one finger around the tight muscle. Her touch was light, teasing. As the blunt tip of her finger teased Sparrow’s opening, it finally clicked in Sparrow’s mind that the nails of Rebecca’s right middle and ring finger were shorter than the rest.
Rebecca slowly pressed one finger into her, shushing her when she whimpered at the intrusion. “You’re okay, baby,” Rebecca assured. She felt along Sparrow’s walls, slowly exploring, until the pad of her finger brushed over her prostate and Sparrow let out a low moan.
“There it is,” Rebecca giggled. She slowly circled her finger over the bundle of nerves, her touch feather-light. Sparrow whined, her hole fluttering around Rebecca’s finger. She wanted to squirm, to rock her hips into Rebecca’s touch, but she was afraid that if she moved, Rebecca would stop.
She slowly dragged her finger out of Sparrow, only to slip a second one in beside it as she pushed back in. She watched Sparrow’s face as she pumped her fingers in and out of her, making sure to drag her fingers over her prostate with every thrust. Sparrow, for her part, let out little breathy moans with each pass. She squeezed the bottle of lube in her hand, desperate for something to hold onto. She was a second away from starting to beg when Rebecca slowed and spread her fingers inside of her, testing if she was ready to move on. When Sparrow showed no signs of pain, Rebecca pulled her fingers out of Sparrow and wiped her hand on the back of Sparrow’s thigh.
She reached between Sparrow’s legs to retrieve the condom Sparrow had forgotten was on her chest. Rebecca ripped the package open with her teeth and pulled the condom out, tossing the trash onto the floor as she rolled it on. Then, she leaned over Sparrow again, pumping more lube into her hand, and sat back on her knees. Rebecca took her cock in her hand and stroked it slowly, admiring Sparrow’s taut body. Her knees were still pulled back against her chest, her thighs quivering with the effort it took to hold them there. She slid her hand up Sparrow’s thigh until she reached the crook of her knee, then pressed her leg down into her chest. Sparrow whimpered. Her arms shook, starting to feel a little sore.
“How do you want me to take you, baby?” Rebecca asked, her hand sliding back down her thigh and over her ass. “Like this, or on your knees?”
“O-on my knees?” Sparrow hadn’t meant to ask it like a question, but she was guessing at what Rebecca wanted her to say.
“Is that what’s going to feel best for you?”
“Y-yes.”
Rebecca hummed, then let out a small sigh. Sparrow thought she sounded disappointed, but she tried to cast it out of her mind. “Turn over,” Rebecca told her, patting her hip.
Sparrow set the bottle of lube down on the mattress, out of the way, and rolled over onto her stomach. She got her knees under her and raised her ass, turning her head to the side, her arms still stretched above her head. She curled her fingers into the sheets beneath her.
She felt Rebecca’s hand sliding across the meat of her ass. She rubbed a little circle and then, experimentally, smacked her. It wasn’t that hard, the sound of skin against skin was worse than the sting of the hit. Still, Sparrow yelped and rocked forward, away from Rebecca.
“Good or bad?” Rebecca asked, petting over the spot she had hit.
Sparrow flexed her fingers and pressed her face into her upper arm. “Good,” she mumbled against her skin.
“What was that?” Rebecca asked teasingly. “You have to speak up, gorgeous.”
Sparrow whined softly and moved her face, speaking a little louder when she said, “It’s good.”
Rebecca smacked her ass again, on the other cheek to even it out, in lieu of a response. She laughed when Sparrow moaned, burying her face in the sheets. Her hand settled on Sparrow’s hip, and she felt the head of Rebecca’s cock slide over her hole. Sparrow gasped and rocked back, trying to get Rebecca to slide into her.
“Hey,” Rebecca scolded, her grip tightening. “Be a good girl and hold still for me.”
Sparrow groaned in frustration, holding herself in place as Rebecca teased her hole, sliding her cock against it. She felt her press the tip against the tight ring of muscle, but there was no force behind it. Rebecca just held it there, elongating the moment before she pushed in.
“Please,” Sparrow whined, digging her fingers into the mattress.
“You have to try harder than that.”
“Please,” Sparrow repeated. “Please fuck me.”
Rebecca hummed and pushed against Sparrow’s hole, adding pressure but not pushing in. “A little more, baby. Show me how bad you want it.”
“Please, Rebecca, please, God, fuck me,” Sparrow cried. She was shaking with the effort it took not to rock back on Rebecca’s cock. It would be so easy now, with Rebecca so close she could feel her hole starting to stretch. “I-I can’t– I can’t take this, I need you, please.”
“You’re so pretty when you’re desperate,” Rebecca laughed, and finally pushed in.
Sparrow gasped and let her breath out with a choked sob, turning her face into the sheets and smashing her glasses painfully into the bridge of her nose.
“Careful,” Rebecca said, voice a little strained. She buried herself in Sparrow, pausing when she’d bottomed out. She reached up and grabbed a fistful of Sparrow’s hair, pulling her head back so she didn’t hurt herself. When she heard Sparrow sniffling, she let go and bent over her, a gentle hand on her cheek turning her head so Rebecca could see her. “Are you okay?”
Sparrow nodded, swallowing down another pathetic sob. Fat, hot tears rolled down her cheeks.
“I need you to tell me that you’re okay, Sparrow,” Rebecca said gently.
“I-I’m okay,” she sniffled.
“Are they good tears?” Rebecca asked, thumbing one away as it fell.
Sparrow nodded. “Please keep fucking me.”
Rebecca hesitated before she pressed a kiss to Sparrow’s temple and straightened up. “You have to keep your head up for me, okay? If you wanna keep your glasses on, you can’t press your face into the bed like that.”
“O-okay,” Sparrow agreed shakily.
Rebecca slowly pulled halfway out, then sank back in just as slowly.
“Fuck,” Sparrow sobbed. Holding her head up was straining her neck. Her shoulders shook. She wanted Rebecca to fuck her harder.
“Your pussy is so tight,” Rebecca sighed, sliding a hand over her ass. “Get up on your hands, baby.”
Sparrow obeyed, first getting one elbow under her and then raising herself up onto her hands. Immediately, the pressure on her neck was relieved. The angle when Rebecca rocked into her wasn’t quite as good, but she could live with that.
She used her grip on Sparrow’s hips to pull her back with each thrust. She slowly started to increase the pace, from a languid crawl all the way up until she was pounding into Sparrow, the slap of skin against skin nearly drowning out Sparrow’s pleading.
Suddenly, Rebecca pulled out of her. Panting, she flipped Sparrow over onto her back and leaned down, crushing a kiss against her lips.
“Please,” Sparrow whimpered.
“I wanna see your face when I come inside you,” Rebecca mumbled. She grabbed Sparrow’s legs and pulled them up onto her hips, then shoved herself back inside Sparrow. She didn't bother working her way back to the brutal pace she had set before.
Sparrow cried out and tilted her head back against the mattress. She felt Rebecca’s hand sliding along her arm until she found her wrist, and pulled Sparrow’s hand up to her chest. Sparrow dug her fingers into Rebecca’s breast, sure that it couldn't have felt all that pleasurable but incapable of doing anything else.
Rebecca leaned down and got her arms under Sparrow’s shoulders, hugging her against her chest. She buried herself deep inside of her and grinded her hips against hers.
“Fuck,” Rebecca mumbled under her breath, clearly frustrated as she rutted into Sparrow.
“‘m sorry,” Sparrow whimpered, unsure what she was doing wrong.
“Oh, baby, no.” Rebecca’s voice softened and she pet a hand through Sparrow’s hair. “You’re perfect. I just– I can’t find your prostate. Do you want me to finger you instead?”
Sparrow quickly shook her head. “I like this. I want–” she cut off when her voice caught in her throat and she sniffled. “I want you to keep fucking me.”
“Even though I made you cry?”
That made Sparrow giggle. “It’s good tears, I promise.”
“Well,” Rebecca giggled and kissed Sparrow. “If you promise.” She gently laid Sparrow back down and cupped her face between her hands, kissing her softly. She thrusted into her, setting a less brutal pace.
Sparrow realized with a jolt that Rebecca had been fucking her hard to make up for not being able to fuck her deep.
When Rebecca straightened up again she grabbed the vibrator. Without turning it on, she trailed it down and up the length of Sparrow’s dick. She pressed the tip of the vibrator against the head of Sparrow’s dick and turned it on, immediately turning it up to the third speed setting.
Sparrow cried out wordlessly. Her thighs tensed where they rested against Rebecca’s waist, and she could feel herself clenching around Rebecca’s cock.
Rebecca moaned softly and her hips stuttered. She was panting, her fingers dug into Sparrow’s hip. Her hair stuck to her forehead with sweat. Her tits bounced with each thrust. Sparrow had never been more infatuated with someone.
She groaned and arched her back, slipping her fingers under her glasses to cover her face. She was too far gone to remember she wasn't supposed to move.
“Let me see you,” Rebecca said, a gentle reminder.
Sparrow moved her hands to her sides and took fistfuls of the blankets. She could feel her cock twitching, pinned between her stomach and the vibrator.
“Are you close, baby?” Rebecca studied Sparrow’s face.
She nodded, whimpering.
“Tell me.”
“I’m close!” Sparrow moaned. “I-I’m close, I’m gonna come, I’m–”
With a moan that sounded more like a sob, Sparrow came in spurts across her stomach. Rebecca turned the vibrator off and tossed it aside, taking Sparrow in her hand to stroke her through it.
“Fuck, baby,” Rebecca groaned. “You’re so pretty, and so tight, and–” she cut off, gritting her teeth, and after a few more shallow, grinding thrusts, she buried herself inside Sparrow and came with a groan.
Rebecca curled over Sparrow, burying her face in the side of her neck. Slowly, Sparrow raised her hand and placed it on the back of Rebecca’s head, holding her there. She sniffled quietly.
The reminder that she’d cried seemed to stir Rebecca into action. She pressed a quick kiss to Sparrow’s lips before she straightened up and pulled out. She paused then, admiring Sparrow, splayed out and spent, cum splashed across her stomach, chest still heaving.
“My pretty girl,” Rebecca murmured, as if it was only for her own ears. Louder, she said to Sparrow, “Wait here, okay? I’ll be right back.”
Sparrow nodded, and watched Rebecca leave. A moment later she heard water running in the bathroom. Sparrow stretched her arms, first straight out in front of her and then above her head, her back arching. She pulled her knees up and planted her feet on the bed, hyper-aware of how messy and wet she felt.
Rebecca returned in panties and a t-shirt, holding a damp washcloth in her hand. She sat on the side of the bed and pulled Sparrow’s glasses off. She ran the warm washcloth gently over Sparrow’s eyes and cheeks, cleaning away the last of her tears, then wiped the remnants of saliva from her chin and throat. She pressed a kiss to Sparrow’s forehead before moving on to her stomach.
Rebecca carefully wiped the cum from her stomach, humming quietly as she worked. She folded the washcloth to get a clean side and took Sparrow’s cock in loose, gentle fingers, wiping it down as well. She set it back down, letting it rest, flaccid, against Sparrow’s thigh.
She turned the washcloth over and cleaned the lube from Sparrow’s hips and thighs, gently spreading her legs to clean her hole.
Sparrow felt her face flush. Of everything they’d done tonight, this felt the most intimate.
“Do you want your clothes?” Rebecca asked, getting up from the bed.
Sparrow’s heart sank. She didn’t know why she hadn’t expected to be kicked out when they were done. Feeling tears sting the back of her eyes again, she nodded.
Rebecca patted Sparrow’s knee and left again. It took her longer than she would’ve expected just to gather her clothes off the living room floor. Sparrow sniffled and rubbed away the tears that gathered in the corners of her eyes.
When she returned, she had Sparrow’s camisole over her arm, a fresh pair of panties in one hand, and a pink tumbler with a pattern of cartoon cats in the other. She set the tumbler down on the nightstand beside Sparrow’s glasses and handed her the clothes.
“Get dressed while I clean up,” Rebecca said, “then I want you to drink some water, okay? At least half before you fall asleep.”
Sparrow stared at her blankly, her mouth half open.
“You’ve been crying, baby girl,” Rebecca reminded her. “I don’t want you getting dehydrated.”
Sparrow didn't move until Rebecca grabbed her by the forearms and hauled her up into a sitting position. She sat next to her, rubbing her back.
“I didn’t fuck you stupid, did I?” she teased. “Do you need help getting dressed?”
Sparrow didn’t really know why, but she nodded.
“Alright, gorgeous,” Rebecca giggled. “Arms up.”
Sparrow raised her arms above her head, letting Rebecca pull her camisole over her head. She checked to make sure her arms were in the right holes, then pulled the shirt down, smoothing it over her chest. She tickled Sparrow’s sides, and she squealed, pressing her arms against her sides and pinning Rebecca’s hands.
Rebecca laughed and kissed Sparrow. “Okay, silly, lay down so I can get your panties on.”
Sparrow did as she was told, laying back against the sheets. She lifted her legs, helping Rebecca slip her feet through the panties’ legholes, and lifted her ass up so she could pull them up her hips. Rebecca tucked her soft cock down inside the fabric, her hand lingering, cupping her.
“Beautiful…” Rebecca murmured. After a long moment, she shook herself, clearing her head of whatever thought she was contemplating and patted Sparrow’s hip. “Go get comfy and drink your water, baby.”
Sparrow rolled over onto her hands and knees to crawl up to the head of the bed. She settled back against the pillows and headboard, grabbing the cup Rebecca had brought her. She sipped her water, watching Rebecca put away the bottle of lube and gather their discarded panties from the floor. She got down on her knees and reached under the bed, crumpling the condom wrapper in her hand as she stood up. Lastly, she grabbed the vibrator from where it’d been abandoned in the sheets.
“I gotta go wash this, okay?” she said, waving the vibrator at Sparrow.
Sparrow nodded, her eyes following Rebecca until she disappeared into the closet. She sat the cup back down on the nightstand and folded her hands in her lap, nervously twisting her fingers. She didn’t want this night to end, but she was sure Rebecca would send her home soon. This was just a hookup, right? They barely knew each other, all of that stuff she had said about making Sparrow hers, the necklace with her initial… It was all just dirty talk. It had to be. Sparrow absently touched the hollow of her throat, where a pendant might sit.
The sink turned off in the bathroom, and a moment later Rebecca reappeared, empty handed. She flipped the light off and crossed the room, flopping down into her bed with a heavy sigh. She kicked the blankets down, then pulled them back up, covering herself and Sparrow’s legs. She wrapped an arm around Sparrow’s waist, nuzzling her face against her hip.
“What are you thinking about, pretty girl?”
Sparrow looked down at her. Rebecca looked back up, blinking sleepily. She hesitantly reached down, running shaky fingers through Rebecca’s bleach blonde hair. “I don’t want this to end,” she whispered, her voice wavering.
“Then it won’t,” Rebecca said easily. “Move in with me.”
A nervous laugh bubbled up Sparrow’s throat. “I can’t move in, my roommate needs me to pay my half of the rent.”
Rebecca hummed in acknowledgement and grabbed the hem of Sparrow’s shirt, tugging it. “Lay down with me.”
Sparrow obliged, scooting down until she was laying beside her, their heads together on the same pillow. Rebecca tucked her head into the crook of Sparrow’s neck. Tentatively, Sparrow turned on her side, her arm folding over Rebecca. She hummed happily and rolled over, making herself the little spoon.
This was familiar. This felt safe, and good. Sparrow planted her hand on Rebecca’s stomach and pulled her back against her chest, nuzzling into the hair on the back of her head. Her legs tangled with Rebecca’s, intertwining their bodies as much as she could.
“Stay,” Rebecca murmured, her voice thick.
“Okay,” Sparrow agreed, as if it was that easy.
And it was.