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Michelle likes Willow’s boobs a completely normal amount, really. She isn’t weirdly obsessed with them at all. She could never spend hours fondling them, licking them, sucking them, and lightly biting at them until they developed a perfect pink flush, a couple of tiny teeth marks, and a faint warm glaze of her own spit. That would never happen because Michelle was just your typical, average lesbian. Yep, no crazy boob-obsessed people over here.
Okay, fine! She was addicted; sue her! Anyone would be! She thought. She’s sure Willow knows by now; she hasn’t exactly been hiding it, but she feels like a crazy, horny teenage boy every time she thinks about them. It feels almost, no, completely ridiculous, sneaking glances at them now and then when they’re both 23 and have been together for years.
She’s still as giddy as ever around Willow, insisting on doing all of the household chores, giggling and blushing every time her girlfriend says her name in that loopy tone, getting all nervous and puppy-eyed before intimacy. She can’t believe she had ever been stupid enough to call their relationship ‘friends.’ She cringed now just thinking about it, making sure to remember to give Willow an extra-long kiss the next time she saw her. Which was soon, considering they lived in the same apartment and Willow was just at work, but it felt as if it was a lifetime away.
She was no artist, nowhere close to as good as her girlfriend, of course. Her best work was a few flower drawings that kind of resembled stick figures on a pastel yellow birthday card, or, in her words, the purple and red marks that she had painted on Willow’s thighs with her tongue the night before. She smiled as she envisioned them, recalling the memory.
However, she was beyond sure that Willow’s boobs were the best piece of artwork that had ever graced this world, and, to her, this was the most correct opinion that she’s ever had. Even more flawless than that opinion she had defended with her life last week at their Dungeons and Dragons session.
“Michelle, what are you even talking about?” Max had yelled at her, slamming her hands onto the table and rolling her eyes into the back of her head as if she was able to find a better argument behind her.
“Max,” she had blabbered out in a mocking voice, “We all know who’s right about this, right guys?” She’d raised her eyebrows expressively, gesturing for their friends to chime in, practically begging them to take her side. Most of the party sat in silence, a few giggles erupting from Willow and El in the corner. “Oh my god, Max is clearly wrong! The roll was literally—”
Wait, what was she even thinking about? Boobs. Willow’s boobs. The point is, they’re amazing, okay? They aren’t even that big, maybe a B cup at best, but they’re perfect. Michelle wishes she were as good an artist as her girlfriend, because she would be able to sketch them from memory all day long. They point a bit downwards, slanting sideways in a kind of teardrop shape when she isn’t wearing a bra. God, Michelle hates bras. Whoever invented something with the sole purpose of keeping her from seeing the full shape of her girlfriend’s boobs all day, every day is a sick, sick person.
Her nipples are a dusty pink and are quick to harden at Michelle’s touch. Michelle is obsessed. She loves the little mole at the top of her left breast. She loves the slight sunburn that is currently covering the part where her chest meets them from when they went swimming (but were really just making out in a lake). Essentially, she loves Willow. All of her. Like, a lot. Especially her boobs.
Michelle’s been waiting for her to get home from work for about an hour now, kicking her legs behind her as she lies down, stomach pressing against the rough cushion of the couch that they bought together at their favorite thrift store, staring at the door. She had started watching some random sitcom on their TV when she got home, which has since been long forgotten.
Technically, Willow’s shift ends at 5:00 pm, and it is currently 6:00, but she knows that her boss has been grilling her lately about finishing her recent painting. Luckily, both of their workplaces were only a few minutes away from their shared apartment, so her girlfriend would be home soon enough. She also knew that on days like these, they would both just separately pick something up for dinner at their local deli and eat it on the way home.
Every morning, it was, “I’m fine, Mich. I don’t need a five-star dinner every night,” followed by, “Baby, I have money to get something on the way home, you don’t need to spoil me. I love you.” They both knew that this would end with Willow frantically looking for her keys and Michelle slipping a quick $40 into her girlfriend’s purse as she threw it down in a huff, not even noticing until Michelle eventually whispered, “I left some money in your purse, baby. Should be enough,” into her ear, kissing her goodbye. She would then ever-so-lightly shove Willow out the door, locking it before she was able to protest. Inevitably, she would spend hours after that every day thinking about willowwillowwillow as she wrote a few pages for her new book.
Taking care of Willow had always come naturally to her, even before they were dating. She wanted to kiss her and protect her before she even knew what it meant, and she was ashamed to think that she had ever tried to push her away. Michelle would spend her entire life making it up to her. Just then, she heard the telltale sound of Willow’s keys turning in the door, obviously meaning that her favorite person in the world was finally home. She jumped off the couch, swearing she could almost feel cartoon puppy ears peaking up at the sound, and ran over to the door.
“Wills! You’re home!” She spoke as the door swung open, grinning. Michelle threw her arms around her enthusiastically before even giving her a chance to put her bags down, feeling Willow’s boobs brush against her own through the constraints of her bra. Her smile widened if that was even possible.
“Hey, baby. What’s got you so excited?” Willow beamed. Michelle detached herself from the hug with a pout to let her girlfriend hang up her bag.
“I just missed you,” Michelle spoke quietly, tugging at the hem of her ‘The Smiths’ band shirt as she let her eyes drift down to the way Willow’s olive green tank top clung to her breasts. She needed to have them in her hands, or, even better, in her mouth now. God damn her horny brain. Willow kicked off her boots, letting Michelle lead the way to the couch, picking up the remote to turn off the TV before turning around to face her.
Willow’s slight smirk made it seem as if she intended to bark out a comeback, like, I just saw you this morning. Instead, she just looked over at Michelle’s pretty freckle-dusted face. She had a sparkle in her eyes that Willow could tell wasn’t there before she got home. Her curls were tied back into an almost ponytail, but still messy. She fully took in the sight, looking Michelle’s whole body up and down, checking her out. Those little polka dot boxer shorts were gonna be the death of her. Michelle was everything she had ever wanted and more.
“I missed you, too.” Willow sighed dreamily, letting her eyes drift closed for a few seconds while still standing out of pure exhaustion. Michelle seemed to immediately understand what she needed, as she always did. She walked closer to her, wrapping her hands around her waist, lifting her, and letting Willow wrap her legs around her as she buried her head into her shoulder. Willow inhaled the scent of her girlfriend, smelling the muted lavender vanilla that had caught onto her clothes from burning her favorite candle, along with the minty scent of the toothpaste that had clearly dripped onto her shirt while she was brushing this morning.
“You look pretty. I mean—you always look pretty, but, I—you know…” Michelle rambled on, the words falling straight into Willow’s ear as she carried her to the bedroom.
“You do too.” Willow giggled, placing a wet but soft kiss onto the crook of Michelle’s neck, moving down to lick up the toothpaste stain on the collar of the shirt. Maybe the action was gross, but it was so perfectly them. Michelle nearly whined at that. She couldn’t wait to touch her.
When they finally made it to the bedroom after what felt like forever, but was really only about fifteen seconds, Michelle carefully laid Willow down on the bed as though she was made of porcelain. A few more giggles erupted from both of them, and Willow crossed her arms at the hem of her tank top, lifting it off of herself. Michelle had seen her girlfriend in just a bra numerous times, of course, but Michelle didn’t know what to do. The bra was a white, silk-like texture, finished with a small lace trim. A small copper charm dangled from the bow in the middle. She tried her best to look away, but it was as if her eyes were glued to Willow’s chest. Her mouth parted, but she was able to bring her teeth together with a small but noticeable clicking sound. After noticing her own staring, she scratched her head, awkwardly smiling and looking around.
“Mich, it’s okay. You can look…” she began to look away, continuing in a whisper, “or touch. I’m your girlfriend.” She suggested this with a slight tilt of her head. It seemed as though she, too, still felt shy and giddy even after years of dating. Both of them smiled, Willow’s soft and Michelle’s almost a full grin. She motioned for Michelle to sit on her lap by using grabby hands and patting her lap. Michelle looked like a tiger about to pounce on its prey. She immediately nodded, practically jumping into her lap. After she had settled in, her eyes drifted from her girlfriend’s face to her breasts, and back to her face again. Willow already knew what she was about to ask.
“Can I— um,” she reached her hand out to fiddle with the charm on Willow’s bra, blushing, “Is it okay if I take this off?”
“Yes, Michelle,” the girl replied, nodding as she pushed her bangs out of her own eyes. Michelle reached behind her, clearly an expert at this by now, and unhooked the bra on her first try with a smug look. Gently dragging the bra down Willow’s arms, she watched as her boobs dropped, finally free. Willow exhaled, cracking her neck as she watched Michelle’s face light up with joy. She didn’t waste any time, throwing the bra across the room into their hamper and moving her hands to cup them immediately.
“Ah-ah,” Willow tutted, “Yours too. I want to see you.” Michelle quickly lifted her own shirt over her head, messing her hair up more if that was even possible. Willow let out another faint giggle at that, looking down at Michelle’s fully exposed chest. Willow was expecting it, knowing how anti-bra she was, but it was still a sight for sore eyes. Her boobs weren’t exactly big; certainly not as big as Willow’s, but Willow loved them just as much as she loved the rest of her girlfriend. Michelle looked a bit self-conscious, trying to cover her chest in hopes that Willow somehow wouldn’t notice, severely failing.
Willow didn’t say anything yet, just brought her mouth to the sensitive space in between her breasts and started to trail kisses upwards. Michelle squirmed, pushing up into the contact. When Willow finally reached her mouth, she whispered, “You’re beautiful. I love you,” before kissing her messily. Michelle smiled into the kiss, mumbling a quick, “I love you too.” Willow took the opening as an opportunity to slip her tongue into her mouth. Their bare breasts brushed up against each other, causing Michelle to let out a whine, sucking on her tongue to ask for more. She suddenly developed a deep, aching urge to do everything and more for her.
Michelle lifted her hands to grope Willow’s boobs, brushing her thumbs across her sensitive nipples, feeling Willow’s entire body shiver into her as they hardened. Their mouths detached, and Michelle layed down on her stomach, looking up at her girlfriend, worshipping her. She crawled up to her chest, her face now at eye level with Willow’s chest. She ran her hands up and down the girl’s sides, finally landing back on her breasts. She smiled, using her eyes to silently ask for consent before taking them into her mouth. Willow nodded, shifting her face down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.
Michelle took that as a sign to start, taking her time to suck a bit on Willow’s little mole, licking over it as Willow moaned before continuing downwards. She slowly took the left breast into her mouth, using her long fingers to apply the same pressure to her right by squeezing. Willow threw her head back in a whine, and all Michelle could think about was how perfect she was. How did she get so lucky? She needed to show her how much she loved her.
She moved on to the other breast, showing it the same attention. Her nipples were now the perfect rosy pink, the one that Michelle is constantly envisioning at times she probably shouldn’t be. It’s not her fault that Willow always looks so edible. It would be impossible for anyone to see her in one of her fancy dinner dresses without thinking about this. The party would probably (definitely) disagree, saying that Willow is clearly beautiful, but the two need to get a room, guys! Gross!
She pulled her head back to admire her work, sitting up between Willow’s now parted legs and smiling at how completely and utterly wrecked her girlfriend looked, although they hadn’t even started yet. Her boobs were now glistening with Michelle’s spit, and there was an obvious wet patch on her jeans. Michelle could feel herself soaking through her shorts.
“Do you want these off?” She asked, rubbing her thumbs against the denim currently encasing Willow’s thighs.
“God, yes. Please.” Michelle didn’t waste a single second, charging to unbutton the jeans straight away, handing the zipper with care before sliding them off as Willow lifted her legs for easier access. Now they were both in their underwear—Michelle in the same polka-dot boxer shorts, and Willow in a pair of light pink, fully lace, bikini-style panties. Michelle immediately saw how wet she was. Her bush was completely soaked, leaking out of the lace already. Her mouth dropped, ogling completely unapologetically. She was so entranced that if a cartoon anvil fell from the sky, she probably wouldn’t even notice it. Willow blushed, biting her finger in embarrassment.
Michelle noticed, realizing she was hardly taking into account how explicit the scene really was. She used to be ashamed of thinking about this in her most private moments, and now she has someone to share those feelings with. No longer feelings of shame, something bigger, something far more important than shame; love, and arousal. And so, she became bolder, no longer afraid of the discomfort that comes with being different. Instead, carefree as long as she was with the one person who had helped her to become the best version of herself, the version that was perfectly, unapologetically different. Flawed? Definitely. But she had the privilege of being flawed alongside an absolute goddess. And, sexually, she thought. She needed Willow to understand how much she meant to her, and suddenly it felt essential to hold every part of her at once.
“I want to taste you. Can I eat you out? Please?” Michelle choked out a bit abruptly, once again flashing her puppy eyes. Willow loved it.
“Yes, yes, god— I love you,” she responded in a moan, pulling her own underwear down with a fast tug, wincing when the cold hit her dripping core. Just when Michelle thought she couldn’t get any wetter, Willow brought her fingers to her nipples, rolling the hard buds, and Michelle felt even more slick gush out of her into her boxers. They seemed to notice that she was still wearing them at the same time, because Willow looked at her as if she was about to die.
“I want to see you too, you know. All of you,” she firmly stated, grabbing Michelle’s hips to bring her closer as she trailed the boxers down her legs, revealing the light black happy trail leading to her curly pubic hair that she couldn’t be bothered to shave. They both simultaneously recalled the memory of Willow trying to shave it for her when they were ‘just friends,’ giggling even more. How either of them ever thought of their actions as platonic was beyond them. Willow was holding Michelle’s hips now, looking up at her. She kissed right below her navel softly, then licked over the spot as if she had just hurt her. Michelle groaned, her hips snapping back down to rest on Willow’s legs.
“Hey, I’m supposed to be the one doing that to you!” She frowned, but Michelle could feel her wetness spreading onto her legs.
“Well, too bad, because I love kissing my perfect, beautiful, amazing girlfriend. And seeing her squirm.” Michelle blushed more, moving down the bed and prying Willow’s legs apart.
“I love seeing you spread out like this, all mine.” She licked between Willow’s folds, starting at her hole and ending at her clit, sucking on it.
“Ah—” Willow whimpered, arching her back off the bed already. She tried to shut her legs around Michelle’s head, feeling overstimulated but needing more at the same time, but her girlfriend stopped her, opening her back up. She dragged her teeth against her clit, listening to her heavy breathing and taking it as encouragement. Moving back down, she licked into her hole, causing it to clench around nothing. She put so much thought into this; it made Willow even hornier. The way her large nose brushed against her clit, the way she knew all the spots that made her twitch by heart.
“More, Mich, I need more.” She clawed at the sheets when Michelle paused her movements to listen, looking up at her with Willow’s juices dripping from her chin.
“Yeah, yeah, okay. Lube? I don’t want to hurt you.” Willow frantically opened their bedside drawer, pulling out the lube and hurling it in her general direction, already too gone to do anything more. Michelle quickly squeezed some gel onto her fingers, warming it up between her hands so that the intrusion wasn’t too uncomfortable. She leaned back down to suck on Will’s clit as a distraction from the initial discomfort, pushing in two of her fingers. Willow moaned, trying to thrust herself down into them, Michelle’s tongue also pressing harder onto her with the action.
She pumped them in and out a few times, feeling around deep inside for that rough spot in wide ‘come here’ motions. She knew she had found it when Willow let out a loud squeal, yelling, “Mich!” clenching around her. God, Michelle felt like her fingers were made for this, made for touching every part of her perfect girlfriend just to see that look on her face of pure pleasure. Her face left Willow’s pussy for a moment to look up at her, replacing the pressure on her clit with her thumb as she continued to fill her, adding another finger. She could tell Willow was close by her short exhales and frequent whines.
“Such a pretty little slut for me, Wills, you feel so good. Boobs bouncing as you take my fingers like you were made for me.” Willow was made for Michelle. Perfectly, actually, and that’s what went through Willow’s head as she finally broke with a loud keen, arching her back impossibly. Michelle helped her through her orgasm, still leaking onto the covers beneath them.
Willow came down from her high, taking deep breaths. Michelle gradually dragged her fingers out of her, being careful as she knew that Willow was sensitive. She watched the rise and fall of Willow’s chest as if her boobs had an angelic glow, being the one true entrance to Michelle’s personal heaven. She was insanely turned on from the view, still needing to cum, but it was extremely important to her that Willow felt good. She watched as the brunette sat up, looking down to see the wet spot on the sheets under Michelle.
“You’re still so wet. Let me help.” She climbed over, lifting Michelle onto her thigh.
“Hey, are you okay? I can just get myself off if you’re worn out. No pressure… or I could make you some food, or run you a bath, or—”
“Mich, I really want to.” They both smiled.
“Oh, okay,” she muttered, trying not to look too overcome with glee. Willow tightened the muscles in her thigh, creating a hard surface for Michelle to grind on. Propped up by her hands, she started to move it upwards in hard passes, timing it with her girlfriend’s grinding. They could both tell that it wouldn’t take much for her to finish; she could’ve probably cum from just looking at Willow’s boobs in her bra, but was trying to hold out for her own sake. She grunted a little, sliding easily with how much she was dripping.
“Fuck, yes, baby. Ride me.” And that was all it took. Michelle was cumming harder than ever before, crumpling into Willow’s arms. They both collapsed onto the bed, tangled up in each other’s arms, hearts still racing. Willow pressed a soft kiss to the top of Michelle’s head, and Michelle nuzzled into Willow’s shoulder with a sleepy grin.
“You’re amazing,” Michelle murmured, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on Willow’s arm.
“You too, seriously… I thought that orgasm was gonna kill me for a few seconds.” Willow replied, brushing a strand of hair from Michelle’s face.
For a long moment, they just stayed like that—warm, close, and content—laughing softly at nothing and everything all at once. Outside, the world could wait; here, in each other’s arms, was exactly where they wanted to be.
Michelle tilted her head, a mischievous grin tugging at her lips. “So… wanna go again? We could scissor?” She suggested this mostly seriously, including a light laugh just in case Willow wasn’t feeling it. She wasn’t totally sure where her sudden boldness had emerged from; maybe she was just out of it from the afterglow, or maybe she just felt completely out of harm’s way in her girlfriend’s arms, as per usual.
“Michelle! You’re ridiculous,” she rolled her eyes, but held her tighter in her arms and ever-so-quietly whispered, “Maybe in a few minutes…”
Michelle’s grin widened, and she gently nudged Willow’s side. “A few minutes? You really think I’m just going to lie here and wait patiently?” Willow laughed softly, her fingers threading into Michelle’s hair. “Maybe I do,” she teased, pressing a quick kiss to Michelle’s jaw. “But only because I like seeing you squirm a little.”
“Squirm?” Michelle raised an eyebrow, leaning closer, her voice low and playful. “You mean melt completely every time I touch you?” Willow rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the blush creeping across her cheeks. “You’re impossible,” she whispered, snuggling closer, her warmth seeping into Michelle.
“And you love it,” Michelle said, capturing Willow’s lips in a soft, lingering kiss. When they pulled back, both were grinning, breathless, and happy. They settled back into the sheets, bodies tangled, laughing softly at the silly, perfect rhythm they always fell into. Fingers traced lazy patterns across arms and shoulders, soft kisses peppered along necks, and small nudges turning into quiet giggles. The sunset coming through the window spilled across the room, but they barely noticed. Here, wrapped together, teasing, laughing, and quietly loving each other, the rest of the world could wait.
“Promise me,” Willow murmured, resting her forehead against Michelle’s, “we’ll always have this.”
Michelle brushed her lips across Willow’s temple. “Always,” she whispered back, holding her closer, hearts syncing in the warm, quiet afterglow.