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Rose loved being an actress. She got to meet a ton of interesting people, go to faraway places, and pretend to be someone different for a living. And the living was quite cushy.
Her current project was a sapphic romance for an independent producer based in Vancouver. It was much smaller than her typical projects, but she had put her hat in for the part and gotten it immediately. Being an indie film maker, she wasn’t getting the big bucks like she was accustomed to, but she absolutely loved the director and didn’t care if she had to take a pay cut – she just wanted to be part of it all.
Monnica Morris was an up-and-coming young director making a name for herself in the industry for her romantic, if not borderline erotic, films. However, it wasn’t the sex appeal that drove Rose to seek a part in one of her projects. It was her clear passion for portraying love – even the ugly parts of it – that reeled the actress in.
Rose’s past parts had involved romance and love and sometimes a quick spicy scene, but never anything like Morris’ work. So, yes, Rose Landry was going to step outside her comfort zone and (for lack of a better phrase) bare herself to the movie-watching world. Sure beats being kidnapped again, she thought to herself.
She had been on set for a couple days now, but the other lead wasn’t required up until this day. Today would be their first scenes together and Rose had only briefly spoken to her on the phone to congratulate her and introduce herself after they had both been confirmed as casted. Rose knew next to nothing about her, only that she had that kind of voice you could imagine luring you to your death on sharp rocks.
Rose was currently talking to the makeup artist who was inquiring as to her co-star’s whereabouts.
“Oh! There she is,” they immediately bounced away in the other direction. Rose’s eyes followed the artist to their destination.
Rose definitely should have done some digging on Lana Castillo. Hell, a quick search on the internet would have at least given her a picture to go along with that magnetic voice. But here she was, outright gawking at one of the most absolute beautiful women she’s ever seen (which is saying a lot. She works with people that are literally paid to be beautiful).
Lana’s hair was long and so dark, it was almost a blue black. She was tall, lean, and had unblemished dark skin. She was speaking with the makeup artist and being guided towards their station. Lana’s eyes briefly met hers and the woman gave Rose a genuine smile and polite wave.
Oh no, Rose thought. She’s hot.
Rose’s brain immediately went through the script mentally to all the scenes they would be shooting together and felt her face getting warm. Somehow, it was fine when she was reading through it. She imagined some faceless person, just a fellow actress also doing her job. But now she had a face to put to the character’s name and the character’s… actions. Her own actions –
Her train of thought was interrupted by a crewmember whisking her away to where she needed to be. Her nerves buzzed in the back of her skull, but she let herself be led and worked on re-centering herself.
—
Her and Lana’s first joint meeting was with the intimacy coordinator. They only had time to briefly introduce themselves and exchange handshakes. Rose tried not to think about how soft her hands were. Today, they were doing the montage where the main character and love interest get frisky in the art studio. There was a moment reminiscent of ‘paint me like one of your French girls’ à la Titanic (because of course there was), questionable use of a paintbrush, and yes, Rose’s character gets eaten out within an inch of her life.
The intimacy coordinator, Clara, was an actual angel and very good at her job. She walked them through how the scenes would work and reassured them both that no intimate body parts would be interacting through use of cushions and cloths. Clara was passionate about protection and consent and frequent check-ins. It all put Rose at ease and seemed to have a similar effect on Lana. Though, she didn’t seem very nervous to start with.
Clara had them both change into more form fitting clothes for the rehearsal. They didn’t need to be completely undressed, but they and the camera crew doing test shoots needed to rehearse. Clara walked them through the choreography at a high level – where to touch, how to touch, the angle of your body to make sure the camera could capture the action but not capture modesty garments or any bits and pieces not supposed to be on camera. It was so much to think about, but Rose was glad everything was predetermined and choreographed down to the breath.
Finally it came time to actually practice the choreography. Any relief Rose previously felt shifted to excited nerves.
Clara spoke up, “now remember: this is the characters’ first time together. We’re shooting this first because we understand it may be awkward at first. We will take it slow and we will all speak up if something needs to be adjusted.”
It became clear after she didn’t say anything else that this was more of a question that needed an answer. Rose glanced over to Lana and nodded.
“Yes.”
“Got it.”
Clara continued, “OK, let’s get started.” She pointed over at the plush rug set up in the set dressed as an art studio. Rose shook out her nerves with a few shakes of her arms and bounced up on the balls of her feet a couple times. She took a deep breath and got into character.
The scene started with a gentle kiss from Lana’s character, Maria, to Frieda, Rose’s character. Rose considered herself a very good kisser. As an actress, you kinda have to be. But Lana, Lana was a great kisser. Her lips were soft and sumptuous and fit against hers like a puzzle piece.
Clara read the scene aloud while they rehearsed. She cut in her own notes and suggestions intermittently. “Frieda’s knee comes up between Maria’s and Maria grinds down on it. Lana, no need to do the action fully right now. You will have that foam insert we talked about earlier during shooting.” They both followed the direction. She looked up and checked the angle from the camera.
“Lana, you’ll need to move forward a couple inches. The angle will hide the modesty garments.” She spoke with the camera operator briefly. “Okay, Rose, this is the big flip. We’ll probably need to practice this a few times to get it smooth.”
Clara showed her where to place her hands and directed Lana on how to fall so as not to bump her head too hard. The first attempt resulted in a surprised squawk from Lana which made them both break out into giggles.
The second and third attempts were much better, but still had awkward elbows or Rose’s hair falling all over Lana’s face. The fourth try was perfect. Rose knew it was perfect from the way Lana’s mouth came open in a quiet gasp. Rose’s eyes tracked the movement of Lana’s tongue wetting her lips and the bob of her throat as she swallowed. She wanted to kiss her again, she wanted to –
“Wonderful!” Clara’s voice broke the spell she was under.
Rose brought her eyes to meet Lana’s who seemed to look equally as flustered. A blush rose to her cheeks.
Their rehearsal continued in much the same fashion. Clara would provide commentary and direction. Rose was somehow able to maintain a professional demeanor despite her body yelling at her that she was painfully, painfully aroused. Clara had mentioned this was normal during their introduction. It’s just the body reacting to stimulus. She just had to keep reminding herself of this.
—
Rose was lucky to have the morning off, which also coincided with Shane and Ilya being in town for a game. Their schedules were frequently mismatched, so it was a miracle she was able to make it to meet them for coffee and chitchat.
They met at a low-key cafe she discovered one of the last times she was in the city. She called ahead and requested their back room, which they were more than happy to give her. She just wanted to enjoy some coffee with friends and not have to worry about the paps or fans bothering them.
“This is nice,” Shane commented as he looked around at the small, private room.
“Perks and downsides of being a celebrity, I’m afraid,” Rose sighed.
They ordered drinks and pastries – Shane ordered some egg white nonsense that had Ilya making a face – and caught up with each other. The Centaurs were on a win streak and were hoping to keep it going with their game against Vancouver tonight. Rose told them about the current project, which of course led her to talk about Lana. More specifically, how Rose might have a huge crush on Lana.
“It seems like we have great chemistry and the scenes are so intense, it feels so real. I catch myself forgetting I’m on set and I’m supposed to be doing my job.” Rose took a sip of her latte. “Maybe it’s just the script, ya know? Maybe the director and the writing and everything is just that good that it’s selling the scene – even to me…” She looked thoughtful.
“Has that ever happened before?” Shane asked.
“I mean, I guess, but I’ve also never done a project like this that required me to basically have sex with someone without actually doing it. It’s one thing to get really into a character and be in their headspace, but this feels entirely different,” Rose admitted.
Ilya chimed in, “well why don’t you just ask her if she feels the same way?”
“She’s my coworker though. Isn’t that kinda not okay?” She stared into her latte. When her question went awhile with no answer, she finally looked up. Ilya had this smirk on his face and Shane was doing his best to look busy picking something out of his nails. Oh. Right.
Rose furrowed her brows, opened her mouth to say something, then decided against it.
“Have you tried jerking off in front of her in the locker room yet? That worked for me and my… coworker,” Ilya teased.
Shane elbowed him. “Ilya…”
Rose chuckled. “Unfortunately, there are no locker rooms nor do I think that would work for me the way it did for you. Besides, I’m not even sure if I… like women – like that, I mean.”
The deja vu struck Shane so suddenly he barked out a loud, uncharacteristic laugh. Ilya and Rose looked at him with wide eyes, which just made him keep laughing.
He finally settled down after a few seconds. “I’m sorry, I – I’m just having a flashback.” He chuckled again. He met Rose’s eyes and smiled deviously. “Rose… can I ask if you’ve ever been with another woman?”
The realization struck her too and her mouth fell open. She buried her face in her hands. “Oh my god…”
Ilya looked a little lost, his head swiveling between the two of them obviously in some inside joke. Shane gripped Ilya’s thigh under the table and shared the story, making Ilya smile.
Rose recovered and patted her cheeks as if to wake herself up. “So, I’m definitely into men. Though, there was this time in 9th grade – I tried kissing this girl from theater class but it kinda sucked. Looking back, maybe the issue was that we were both just so bad at kissing.”
Shane smiled. “Maybe you should try again, Rose.”
“I’ll think about it,” she replied.
—
In the end, Rose decided it was best to put off pursuing Lana until after all their scenes were filmed. It was probably the proper and professional thing to do. The last thing she wanted to do was make her coworker uncomfortable, even if it seemed like she might feel the same way.
Filming their scenes only took two weeks. It was a fairly short film and didn’t have any complicated sets or location shoots. Very straightforward. Well, it would be straightforward if it wasn’t for filming heavy, intimate scenes with your new-found crush. It was actually its own unique brand of hell for Rose.
On wrap day, the whole crew came together for lunch and drinks. There was still plenty of work for production to do of course, but the cast’s part was basically complete.
Rose was finishing up chatting with the director when she spotted Lana at the food table getting a second helping of the adorable mini sandwiches. Rose excused herself from the conversation and went to talk to Lana while she had the opportunity.
“Good sammies, huh?” Unfortunately, the dumb line came out like more of a squeak than anything remotely humanlike. What the fuck are you saying, you idiot?
Lana just chuckled, her mouth full of said sammie. “Oh, yeah,” she replied, which came out muffled and barely intelligible.
God, she’s so cute, Rose thought.
“Sorry, of course I asked you right as you had your mouth full.”
Lana swallowed quickly and cleared her throat. “No, you’re good!” She took a sip of punch to wash it down. “So, we’re finally done huh? What a ride it’s been!”
“Haha, yeah. It’s been a really interesting two weeks. I’ve never done a project like this. It was good to experience something new.”
“Me too. Though this is probably the biggest project I’ve done so far. Not for you, I imagine. You have all those superhero movies under your belt.”
“Still a lot different from those,” Rose admitted. “I think I even liked this better.” Lana nodded and hummed in response.
The conversation fizzled a bit, neither woman knowing quite what to say to fill the gaps. Rose wanted to ask her out for dinner, or coffee, or something, but she couldn’t find the right way to ask.
Lana piped up finally. “It was really nice working with you, Rose. I couldn’t have asked for a better partner.” She beamed a wide smile at her.
Partner? Why did such a small word make Rose’s heart beat just a little faster?
“Yeah! Ditto! You were amazing.”
A person seemed to materialize out of thin air right next to them. It was one of the production assistants, panting like he had literally run over to them.
“Ms. Castillo, I’m so sorry. I know we’re literally celebrating finishing shooting, but we have a problem.” The man was out of breath and sounded like he was trying to fit the entire sentence into one quick breath.
“What’s the problem?” Lana asked, concerned.
The assistant wiped his brow and caught his breath. “An intern accidentally deleted your voiceover for one of the scenes. We don’t have it backed up anywhere. Is there any way you could come re-record it real quick? Before the producer finds out, please?” He looked like he was ready to get on his hands and knees if he had to.
“Oh, yeah of course. That’s easy enough.” Lana’s eyes met Rose’s and she let out a small sigh of relief. She turned back to the assistant. “Are they ready for me right now?”
“Yes, yes!” The assistant took Lana’s elbow and started guiding her away, chattering about the specific scene and thanking her profusely in one long run-on sentence. Lana glanced back at Rose and gave her a small smile.
Shoot, I didn’t even get to ask her… Rose chastised herself and turned back to the table. Who knows when she would see her again. Maybe she could wait outside the audio booth for her to be done? Is that too stalker-ish?
Rose was broken out of her train of thought by the sound of footsteps approaching and a warm touch on her forearm.
“Hey, Rose?”
She turned and met Lana’s deep brown eyes. She came back? A quick glance behind her revealed the assistant doing an impatient little dance and fiddling with his watch. She wrenched her eyes back to the woman in front of her.
“I hope this isn’t too forward of me. I wanted to wait until after filming was done so I didn’t make anything weird, but… would you be free to go out to dinner tonight?”
Rose’s eyes widened. “Dinner? Me and you? Just us?” She was trying to clarify but just coming off like a klutz.
Luckily, Lana seemed to find it endearing instead of offputting. “Yes, just you and me. I was hoping we could get to know each other a bit better. Outside of work, of course. A date.”
Rose couldn’t believe it. “Yes, I would love to! I – I was actually waiting to ask you the same thing, Lana.” She liked the way her name rolled off her tongue.
“Perfect!” Lana held out her phone and Rose put her number in, fumbling a bit when handing it back to her. She felt a quick vibration in her pocket – probably Lana sending her a text so she would have her number too.
Lana smiled at her warmly. “I’ll text you when I’m done with the audio and we can sort out the details. Sound good?”
Rose nodded. She watched Lana walk away with the fretting crewmember.
Holy shit.
She got out her phone and clicked on the new notification. The text from Lana.
Unknown Number: Looking forward to dinner :)
—
They ended up meeting at a small sushi joint downtown. They got seats next to each other at the bar. The conversation flowed much easier than it had when they tried in the past. Now that they weren’t trying to hide their feelings for each other behind professionalism, everything was easier. They shared sweet plum wine and enjoyed each others’ company. Every now and then, Lana’s thigh would bump against hers and the heat of it seared her like a brand.
“... and that’s why my cousin and I are no longer allowed in at Pepito’s. I’m pretty sure they have our pictures behind the counter to warn any new staff,” Lana tucked a lock of hair back behind her ear and chuckled. It had been a while since Rose had laughed so much or so deeply.
Once the giggles left her, she wiped the tears from her eyes and looked up at Lana. She was already looking at her.
Lana’s hand came up and caressed Rose’s jaw. Lana leaned in.
Here we go, oh my god. Rose prepared herself to be kissed and her eyelids fluttered closed. It was a little public but oh well, you only live once.
But Lana’s lips didn’t meet hers. Instead, Rose felt the delicate graze of her date’s lip next to her ear. She inhaled sharply.
“I want to take you back to my hotel now, Rose.” Lana exhaled, not a question. Just a fact. An invitation.
Rose found herself nodding and breathless. “Yeah. Yes, let’s do that.” She found her card and motioned for the waiter that they were ready to go.
The ride back to Lana’s hotel was fairly quick, but felt like it lasted forever. Rose had given her driver the night off, so they opted for a cab. The downside was that they were still in public and had to keep their hands to themselves. Rose’s knee bounced up and down in nervous anticipation. Lana slid her hand to her knee and gave it a quick squeeze.
The elevator ride to her floor was equally maddening, but once they were through the door, Rose’s back was immediately pressed up against the nearest wall. Lana slotted her thigh in between her legs, grabbed her by the chin and kissed her with desperation. Her lips were plush and soft, but worked with a hard precision. Rose let her hands fall to Lana’s waist, catching right at the soft skin under the hem of her shirt. She traced her fingers across the top of her jeans and relished in the little gasp she got from Lana.
The kisses slowed down briefly, long enough for Lana to pull back and get a good look at her.
“Is this okay?” Lana asked.
“More than okay,” Rose responded and surged forward to recapture her lips.
They stumbled over towards the bed, losing shoes along the way. Rose landed on her ass and Lana straddled her lap with ease. Their lips had hardly broken apart. Lana’s hands gripped the hair at the nape of her neck and gave it a slight tug.
Rose would later deny the sound that slipped from her, but she could feel Lana’s smile against her skin as she trailed her mouth down to her exposed neck. She left little licks and nips as she went, careful not to leave any marks. Rose felt the other hand come up to grasp her ribs and Lana’s thumb brushed against her breast through the layers of clothing.
Lana’s thumb continued rubbing against her breast as she leaned back and asked, “Have you ever done this? With another woman?” She clarified.
Rose shook her head dumbly. “No, never… But I want to. Have you?”
Lana smiled back at her and cleared hair away from Rose’s face. “Yes, many times.”
“So I’m in good hands, then?” Rose teased her. Lana huffed a laugh through her nose.
Her thumb was still doing its little circles. “You’re in luck. I know what I’m doing. You will also know what to do, I promise. I’ll make it good for you.”
Some of the nerves that remained left her at Lana’s sincere promise.
“I might need a little guidance, but I think I got the idea from our shoot,” Rose admitted.
“Good. I’ve been dying to taste you for real.”
Lana slipped her hands under Rose’s shirt and helped her lift it up and over her head. The bra came off next. The view wasn’t new for either of them, but the circumstances were completely different. Lana gently pushed her back down flat and continued the trail her lips started from her neck, down to a perky nipple. She took the bud in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it.
Rose made a whimpering sound beneath her. Her other hand got busy with the other nipple, so as not to leave it out. Lana lightly bit at it and sucked on it a bit harder. She leaned back and surveyed her work with a wicked gleam in her eyes. She placed another kiss on the puffy nipple and went to bring the other to the same attention.
Rose tugged at her shirt and ran her hands up Lana’s back. She wanted to see her too.
“Can I? Please?” Rose tugged at the shirt again. Lana obliged her and lifted her arms to help get the top off. She quickly worked her lacy black bra free and tossed it aside.
Lana had a great pair of tits. They were larger than her own, with dusky nipples that were hard with arousal. Rose already knew all this, but getting to see them like this nearly stole her breath away. Rose let her hand brush against one in a caress. She kept eye contact with Lana as she pressed a kiss against the underside. She worked her way to one of the stiff peaks and let her lips wrap around it.
She had done this to men sometimes, but it wasn’t the same. Lana was sensitive. She let out a little gasp and watched as Rose worked her mouth on her breasts.
In the meantime, Lana undid Rose’s pants. She gently pushed Rose away from her chest and slid to her knees to give room to tug them off the rest of the way, panties and all. She discarded the clothing off to the side along with her own pants, leaving her panties on. She slid her hands up Rose’s legs. Her hands grasped the backs of Rose’s knees and Lana dragged her closer to the edge of the mattress.
Rose squeezed her legs together on instinct – partially due to shyness but also the sudden jolt forward.
“Open your legs, Rose. I want to see you,” Lana commanded. She looked at her expectantly, eyes dark with desire.
Rose could do nothing but obey. She slowly let her legs fall apart and watched Lana’s face.
“God, you’re so fucking wet. I don’t even have to touch – I can see it.”
Lana planted a kiss at her knee. She swept her sweet kisses up Rose’s leg until she was right at the sensitive area where thigh met pussy. “May I?”
“Yes…” Rose breathed out. “Please.”
She didn’t quite expect Lana to dive right in the way she did. She licked a fat stripe up her center as if she were starved for it. Lana held her thighs open in a firm grip and ate Rose out like her life depended on it. Rose’s hand flew to her mouth immediately.
“Oh! Oh, fuuckk, Lana,” Rose moaned around her wrist. “So good, so, so good.”
Her tongue flicked against her clit before going lower and sinking down into her tight heat. She used her tongue to fuck her open. Rose’s other hand met Lana’s hair, not to guide her, but to give Rose something to grab. She didn’t even bother trying to hide the sounds she was making. She was already getting so close. No man had ever eaten her out to this degree, and she had slept with some pretty generous partners.
She didn’t think it could get any better, but then Lana brought her hand to Rose’s clit while continuing to lick her open. She rubbed her thumb in small circles over the ridge of it slowly, but firmly.
“Lana, Lana,” her name came out more of a chant. She gripped the woman’s hair and tried to push her back a bit. “I’m gonna come if you keep going.” Their eyes met briefly and Lana clearly took her words as a challenge and not a warning. She pressed her mouth against Rose’s core even harder and sucked. It might have been painful if she wasn’t so fucking needy for it. Rose moaned a low, desperate sound.
She felt a finger circle her hole before sinking in. Lana continued sucking at her clit and easily worked another finger into her slick heat. All Rose could hear was the sounds of slurping and wet squelching and her own voice getting louder and louder. It was filthy.
“Jesus Christ, fuck.” Rose gritted her teeth. “Please, please don’t stop.”
Lana did not stop. She kept the same, perfect pace until Rose couldn’t take it anymore. Her orgasm ripped through her with an intensity she’d never felt before. She couldn’t control her hips and grinded them into Lana’s face, chasing the last pulses of the high. As she came down, Lana’s fingers slipped out and she pressed tender kisses to Rose’s pussy and thighs.
Rose sunk into the mattress, satisfied and breathing hard. She raised her head to find Lana looking back at her, her head leaning against the inside of her thigh.
Lana looked absolutely, devastatingly fuck drunk. Rose could see the gleam of her slick still on her lips. She had the eyes of a predator with a fresh kill. Lana rose slowly and crawled up on top of Rose again. She cradled Rose’s jaw in one hand and stared longingly into her eyes.
“Taste,” Lana commanded her. She crushed her mouth against Rose’s. She could taste herself on Lana’s lips, that tangy sweet slick. Rose licked into her mouth and sucked on her lips, cleaning her off. She let her hands travel over Lana’s ass, still clad in those black lace panties.
“Good job, baby,” Lana praised her. “You did so good. So good for me.”
Rose grabbed at her hips and spun them so that Lana ended up on her back.
“My turn,” Rose stated. She was so ready.
She followed the same path that Lana had taken: placing open-mouthed kisses from her neck, to her collarbones, to her breasts, down her stomach until she hit fabric. Lana had been letting out sweet sighs and whimpers as she went.
She paused and met Lana’s eyes, checking in on her. When she got a smile and a nod of reassurance, Rose proceeded.
She firmly caressed Lana’s pussy through the dark fabric. It was absolutely soaked through. Her hand cupped her sex and grinded her hand into her the way that Rose herself liked.
“Mmmmm…” Lana sighed into the pressure of her hand. She stroked her fingers on the outside just to see if she could possibly get the panties any wetter than they already were. The answer was yes. She could feel a fresh gush of wetness against her fingers.
She dug her fingers under the lacey fabric and dragged them down. Lana’s legs fell apart easily, inviting her closer. She was perched up on her elbows, watching for Rose’s reaction.
Lana was beautiful everywhere, so it should have gone without saying that she also had a beautiful pussy. The pubes were neatly trimmed and drenched in her scent. Rose reached out and slid a finger through the wetness there. Lana jumped a bit with a gasp.
Rose could feel herself being drawn in as if pulled by invisible wire. She gingerly pressed a kiss into the slick warmth of Lana. She placed another one further down and let her tongue slip out to taste her.
“Yess,” Lana gasped. Her hands reached down and gathered Rose’s hair together to keep it out of her face.
More confident now, Rose licked in between Lana’s lips, lapping up the sweet slick there. She pressed her mouth more firmly against her and worked her tongue up and down her core.
“Yes, just like that, Rose.” She felt encouraged hearing Lana’s shuddering gasps. Her hips kept rising up to meet her mouth, all but begging for more. Rose felt a little unskilled, but luckily she was already familiar with the anatomy. It wasn’t a difficult adjustment to make.
She pressed her pointed tongue deeper into her folds, seeking out her prize. Rose had taken some mental notes on Lana’s performance and was determined to put them to use. She brought her fingers up next to her tongue and pressed them into her hole together. She used her other hand to hold Lana’s folds apart for better access.
Lana was so fucking wet, she took two fingers so easily. Her hips lifted off the mattress and she let out a moan that filled the space. Rose crooked her fingers upwards and licked at her clit. Lana’s hips kept grinding back against her hand as she fucked into her.
“Ah, ah – fuck, please.” Lana begged. She tugged at the handful of Rose’s hair she was still holding. “M–more, please, Rose.”
Rose pulled her mouth away from her pussy and kissed Lana’s thigh. She gave it a little warning nip in retaliation for the hair pulling. This was met by a sharp inhale from Lana and a short laugh.
“Fuck, Rose – don’t be a brat now.” Lana’s tone was teasing but something about the word ‘brat’ lit a fire in Rose. It definitely made her want to be a bit more of a brat, but that could wait for another time, perhaps.
Rose kissed the little bite mark better and eased a third finger in.
“Yesss, so good,” Lana praised her. Rose loved being good for her. She loved watching Lana’s body react to every plunge of her fingers, every flick of her tongue.
Rose’s other hand seized Lana’s thigh and pushed it up until her knee was nearly touching her chest. The new angle allowed her to get her fingers deeper.
“Fuuucck – Rose, I– I’m gonna come.” Lana’s voice sounded wrecked. Rose laved and sucked at her clit with renewed vigor. She kept the same steady, punishing rhythm with her fingers, crooking them upwards at the spot that made her knees shake.
Lana threw her head further back on the bed and clenched down on Rose’s fingers hard. “Ahh, yes – I’m com–” Her voice cut off as the force of her orgasm hit her strong. Her face contorted in pleasure.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” Rose gazed at Lana’s sweaty face in wonder. She pressed more kisses on her thighs and reluctantly withdrew her fingers. She wasn’t quite sure what possessed her, but all she knew was that she wanted to taste her more. She brought the three digits to her mouth and sucked the slick off them, maintaining eye contact with Lana all the while.
Lana chuckled and dragged her down into a kiss.
“I can’t believe that was your first time eating someone out,” Lana admitted. “You were perfect.”
Rose beamed at the praise and kissed her again. She settled down next to Lana and wrapped her arms around her.
“Did you – did you enjoy it?” Lana asked, serious.
Rose contemplated the question. There wasn’t much to contemplate, but she could recognize what just occurred had shifted some things for her personally.
“Yes, I really, really liked it.” She smiled and placed a sweet kiss at the skin closest to her. “Wanna go again?”
Lana laughed, then realized she was serious. Her pupils widened a bit.
“Absolutely.”
—
The boys were going to want to know. If she delayed it, she knew she would never hear the end of it, mostly from Ilya, but Shane could be surprising sometimes. She pulled out her phone and opened the group chat.
Rose: sooooooooo
Rose: I did it…
Rose: I think I’m bisexual…
The response was almost immediate.
Ilya: Details!
Ilya: NOW!!
Ilya: Ms. Landry!!!!!!
Ilya: Shane wants details too he said pretty please
Rose huffed a laugh through her nose and smiled down at her phone. She would spill some details, but not all of them. Lana and her had spent the entire night together. Rose probably hadn’t come that many times since … actually never – she’s never come that much in her life. She had to leave after breakfast for a gig in New York, but she promised Lana they would see each other again.
Another ping of her phone drew her out of her head. This one wasn’t from their group chat. She clicked on it and her heart skipped a beat.
Lana: when will you be back in vancouver? Can you tell i miss you already?? :)
Rose bit her lip and started typing her response.