MSC - 22c - Having a ball!
Shaking her head Callie once again removed Erica’s keys from her bag which she was still carrying, easily opening the door. A simple task which was somehow beyond Erica at times. Still, Callie didn’t have the time to dwell as Erica’s arms encircled her, turning her as lips pressed against her own, and she found herself being walked backwards towards the bed. One of them managed to push the door shut with one flailing limb or another before Callie felt a pleasing and somewhat familiar weight on top of her. She let herself revel in the sensation as Erica kissed down her neck and clavicle to where her dress met the swell of her breast. Leaning up on her elbows, she watched as Erica covered every inch of her exposed skin with kisses. As blue eyes looked up to meet brown, Callie felt herself somewhat overwhelmed with what she saw there. Erica’s eyes had a depth to them Callie had never fully seen before. There was lust there, undeniably, but there was so much more than that, there was love, and care and such a gentleness that Callie found tears in her own eyes as her mind began to comprehend all of what Erica was showing her. There was nothing guarded in the blonde’s face. This, Callie realized, was who Erica Hahn really was. She wasn’t the girl who nobody knew, who didn’t make friends easily, who wanted nothing but to be the best. She was the girl who loved with all she was, cared so deeply, the girl who was fuelled with a passionate fire, but who controlled it with a gentleness that would not allow her to hurt those she cared about.
“I’m sorry,” she breathed, making to remove herself from Callie. “I’m pushing.”
“No!” Callie said, finding her voice. She sat, following Erica and wrapping her arms around the blonde’s neck and pulling her to her. Crushing their lips together once more Callie let herself fall back, taking Erica down with her. Leaning on her elbows, careful not to crush Callie below her, Erica deepened the kiss, forcing herself not to rush. If this was Callie letting her in, she was not about to rush the experience. She felt Callie arch under her as she ran her hand down the latina’s torso, her fingertips dancing across the silky fabric of the dress she wore. She let her palm follow the curve of Callie’s breast, her mouth swallowing the faint moans she younger woman gave. Slipping one leg between Callie’s she was surprised when she found herself suddenly on her back, Callie hovering above her.
Callie pushed herself off of Erica, and off of the bed, running her hands through her hair, which had come loose from its pins. “Wait, Erica. I don’t know what I’m doing. I mean, I’ve never even done anything real with a guy,” she breathed, her nerves having turned to mild panic. She saw a look of surprise register on Erica’s face before the blonde quickly tried to hide it. She couldn’t blame her. The number of parties she used to go to and the number of guys she flirted with…It would probably surprise quite a few people to know she was still ‘untouched’.
“It’s okay,” came Erica’s gentle voice from across the room. She looked up to meet Erica’s eyes once more. “Neither have I,” Erica admitted, blushing a little as she dropped her gaze to the floor. “And I don’t know what I’m doing, but I need to do something because the way I react to you, the way my body reacts to you…I don’t think I can control that anymore.”
Callie crossed the room in a few steps, kneeling in front of Erica. “I don’t want you to. I want this. I want us to do this.” There was a newfound strength in her voice as a smile found its way back onto her face. “I don’t feel so bad knowing we’re both virgins in this.” Almost inevitably her mind started to play the Madonna classic, and Callie was glad Erica could never actually tell what was in her mind, even if she was often very close.
“Really?” If anything Erica now felt more nervous. She was delirious that Callie was to be her first. She had waited, wanting her first time to mean something to her, and being with Callie, she knew it would mean everything. But for her to be Callie’s first, well, it worried her slightly. She didn’t want it to be awful and put Callie off for life, and the fact that Callie had been so nervous made it even more daunting. Callie expected this to be something. Erica hadn’t had any such expectations. She didn’t expect it to be amazing, mind blowing or life altering. But she already knew it would be special, because it would be Callie granting her the ultimate trust, letting her be closer to her than she ever had before.
Callie nodded. “If neither of us really know what we’re doing then we can’t really go wrong can we?”
Erica found herself laughing at Callie’s completely illogical logic. She watched as Callie stood, kicking off her heels, glad to quickly follow suit and release her previously forgotten aching feet. Her eyes never left Callie as the latina then proceeded to crawl up the bed, covering her body with her own. She tried to let Callie set the pace, but her body needed more contact…just more. Carefully, she rolled them over, gently laying on her side beside Callie, their bodies touching along their length, but still allowing Erica’s hands to follow Callie’s pleasing curves. She watched as Callie’s eyes fluttered shut, her body arching in pleasure under Erica’s attentions. Kissing down her neck and shoulders, Erica opened her eyes to find the zipper on Callie’s dress, which she located on the side, and began to tug down with her fingers. Callie’s eyes flew open, and instantly met Erica’s. The blonde saw the nerves there, and felt Callie’s body tense.
“It’s okay. Relax. I’ve got you,” Erica said quietly, her usually harsh voice finding soft and comforting qualities. “I’ve got you,” she repeated, and watched as Callie let her head fall back once more. She continued to kiss down Callie’s strong shoulders as she teased the zip down. Gently peeling the material away from caramel skin she was pleased as Callie lifted her hips to allow her to slide it down her legs and finally remove it completely. Taking a moment to savour the view, Erica quickly crawled back up the younger woman’s body, seeing the nervous expression on her face. “You know I think you’re beyond beautiful,” she breathed, kissing her on the forehead. She couldn’t help but smile into the kiss as Callie tugged her lips back to her own, burying her fingers in Erica’s golden curls. Slowly, Erica began to let her fingers trail over Callie’s newly exposed skin, smoothing her palms over the gentle curves of her hip, stomach and finally the swell of Callie’s breasts.
“Erica?” It was barely a whisper that reached Erica’s ears, but her eyes opened immediately and sought out the latina’s. Feeling Callie rise under her, she sat up too, realizing Callie was seeking out the zipper on her own dress. Forcing every negative thought about her body down, Erica took Callie’s hand and guided it around to her back. She couldn’t want Callie to give herself completely without offering the same in return. Closing her eyes as she felt Callie tug the zip down she gasped as the cool air hit her newly exposed skin. She felt Callie’s hand skim over her skin and guide her out of the dress, till she was only left in her underwear, matching of course.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Erica opened her eyes on hearing the words, meeting Callie’s eyes and seeing nothing that said Callie didn’t like what she saw. No, the expression on Callie’s face was as if she was looking at something of perfection. It was almost overwhelming for the blonde, who ever since she understood the meaning of the phrase ‘body image’ had had a negative one. To see Callie looking at her as though she saw none of her flaws, it stunned Erica into silence.
“You really are,” Callie breathed, her hands smoothing over Erica’s shoulders, down her back, finally resting on her hips. The blonde didn’t say anything, but brought her lips to Callie’s, starting a soft, inviting kiss which Callie deepened, but didn’t speed up. As she felt Erica straddle her legs, the feeling of skin on skin brought a low moan of pleasure from her throat. Erica’s milky white skin was just so soft and warm that Callie found herself unable to keep her hands still. She felt Erica’s hands roam over her own skin too, as the blonde gently laid her back, starting to trail kisses down her neck and shoulders towards her chest. She felt Erica’s fingers tickle the skin of her abdomen, skimming lower with every touch and couldn’t help it as her hips bucked slightly into the blonde. She was finding it difficult to believe that Erica was as inexperienced as she had said. Surely she had to know what she was doing if it felt this good.
Erica glanced up as Callie threw her head back into the pillow, her body arching up against the blonde’s smooth skin. Reaching around Callie, Erica found the clasp on her bra, struggling a little to undo it. Gently easing the garment off, Erica gave in to the temptation to lower her lips to the newly exposed skin, kissing Callie’s breasts between teasing flicks of her tongue over mocha nipples. She heard Callie’s breathing hitch repeatedly as whispered pleads fell from her kiss bruised lips.
Sliding her hands into Erica’s hair she pulled the blonde back up to her, kissing her with an urgency she had never felt before. She felt Erica’s hips grind against her own, and opened her eyes as Erica moaned with pleasure. Her nerved dissipated a little when she saw how much the blonde was turned on by her, her worries of not being able to arouse her vanishing. Her worries of not being able to please her, however, still remained, and she forced herself to speak. “Erica, I still…I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what I can do, what I’m allowed-“ She was cut off as Erica suddenly stopped her path of kisses down her body and placed a gentle kiss on her lips before speaking.
“We both know this is going to be a little bit awkward, just do what feels natural,” she said, hoping she sounded reassuring, but not having much to offer in the way of advice from experience.
“Am I allowed? What if I touch you somewhere you don’t want to be touched?”
Erica smiled gently at the timid question from the usually confident woman beneath her. She placed a gentle kiss on the sweet spot below Callie’s ear. “You won’t.” There wasn’t a single inch of her she didn’t want to feel Callie’s touch. “Don’t be scared of this, Callie, okay? Talk to me. If I’m going too fast, then tell me. If you want me to stop, then I will stop.” As much as she wanted this, she was never going to make Callie do anything she wasn’t sure she wanted to do.
In answer, Callie reached around and undid Erica’s bra, managing the one handed maneuver with little difficulty, much to her surprise. “I want this, I want you, I just don’t know how to have you,” she breathed.
“We’ll learn,” Erica smiled, resuming her trail of open mouthed kissed down Callie’s body, her fingers tracing patterns over her skin. She made sure to pay attention to each of Callie’s breasts before trailing her kissed lower, and lower, to Callie’s hips, down her thighs, until she was able to place a kiss on the crotch of Callie’s panties. She could smell Callie’s arousal, feel her wetness through her panties against her lips, taste her. It was intoxicating in a way she had never experienced. Gently sliding her fingers into the waistband of the panties, Erica carefully slid them down impossibly long caramel legs. Every inch of Callie was perfect, she thought, as she kissed her way back up those legs. She felt Callie’s thighs tense as she pressed her lips against them, and immediately sought out her eyes.
“Can you be up here with me?” Callie whispered.
Without hesitation Erica eased herself up and gently covered Callie’s body with her own. She pressed her lips against the latina’s as she slid two long fingers into her marvelous wetness. Callie gasped and threw her head back, pleasure taking over as Erica continued to move her fingers. She tried biting her lip to quieten herself, but as Erica’s thumb flicked over her clit and her fingers curved just slightly, she couldn’t help the loud and intense sounds of pleasure that erupted from her throat. She felt Erica’s lips and tongue tease her nipples and arched her back, pressing her front against Erica, wanting more.
It wasn’t long until Erica felt Callie getting close, her walls beginning to tighten around her fingers. Putting a little more pressure on Callie’s engorged clit she felt her starting to thrash her hips beneath her, delaying the inevitable pleasure. She kissed her way back to Callie’s mouth, making sure she was where Callie had asked her to be when the waves of pleasure finally crashed over her, making her growl Erica’s name in a way that made the blonde hit her own climax on sound alone.
Laying her head on Callie’s shoulder, Erica waited for her to come back down from her high, pleasantly surprised at the fact she was able to bring Callie such intense pleasure. She wasn’t sure where her sudden confidence had come from, but it seemed that when it came down to it, acting on instinct was enough. And coming without Callie even touching her? Well, it only went to prove the power the young woman had over her.
She smiled up at the latina as Callie turned to face her, leaning over to kiss her. “That was…That was…wow,” Callie panted, grinning. She turned on her side, nudging Erica to lie on her back as she cuddled beside her, holding her tight, her head resting on Erica’s pale shoulder, just the way she always liked to lie with Erica. “You really are amazing,” she smiled.
Erica smiled back, placing a kiss on the top of Callie’s head as she still came down from her own high. She felt as if her smile would never leave her face again. Just the feeling of skin on skin with Callie was enough to have her under her spell completely. It wasn’t long before Erica felt Callie starting to doze off, and carefully moved to get them under the covers.
She felt Callie stir and turned to see her leaning up on her elbows. “No, I’ve got to-“ she started sleepily.
Erica cut her off with a kiss. “You don’t have to do anything. We have plenty of time.” She gently stroked her fingers across Callie’s cheek, smiling at her still sleepy expression. Easing herself up, she crossed the room and turned out the main light. Turning to close the curtains, she looked at Callie, her naked skin bathed in the silver light. She looked like a goddess, so perfect was her beauty then.
Callie reached out a hand to touch Erica’s hip as she stood beside the bed to close the curtains, loving the way the light made her pale skin almost glow. Blue eyes met brown, and Callie smiled. The silver light behind her, Erica looked as if she had a halo, her golden curls looking even more stunning in the half light. “You really are beautiful,” Callie breathed as Erica closed the curtains, not bothering to walk around the bed, but climbing over the latina to her spot once more. Settling on her back, she lifted her arm, creating space for Callie to lie against her. The younger woman smiled, snuggling against Erica’s warm, her head buried in the crook of her neck as she snaked an arm around her waist and gently entwined the bare legs.
Content and sated, Callie fell asleep quickly. Erica, however, despite being tired, found it a little more difficult to drift off. She kept on replaying the whole night, right from the moment Callie had stepped out of the taxi. It still amazed her that Callie was hers. Her own personal goddess. No matter what mood she was in, or what she was wearing, even more so when she was wearing nothing, she was stunning. At times Erica even felt a little guilty at keeping Callie’s beauty all for herself. Even with the curtains closed, the faint light of the moon still filtered through, casting a little light into the room, allowing Erica the chance to gaze uninterrupted at Callie as she slept.
This was the girl everyone named as the tough rock chick of campus. She didn’t even look capable of being tough in the soft light, looking almost childlike in her innocence. Erica knew Callie as far more than her reputation portrayed her as being. Erica knew she was the girl who got nervous over every test, who still watched cartoons first thing in the morning as she ate her cereal out of a ceramic Disney bowl, and who when she put her mind to it, could be the sweetest, most romantic girl in the world. Tonight had only proved that. Erica wasn’t big on music, but the fact that Callie had requested a song just for her, telling her everything she couldn’t find the words for. And Erica did know how much her love meant to Callie, and was thankful that the young woman thought enough of her that it did mean something.
Carefully tucking a stray curl behind her ear, Erica gently stroked Callie’s sleeping face, smiling as she unconsciously leant in to her touch. Times like these were some of her favourite with Callie, even although she was the only one awake to appreciate them. She loved that even in her sleep Callie would lean in to her touch, or if she perhaps turned in her sleep, that Callie would seek out her warmth, always moving so that she could snuggle against Erica.
Seven days, Erica thought. That was all she had left here. She knew it was stupid to be sad about it, since she was moving on to bigger and better things, and she would still be with Callie, but still the sadness crept in. She liked having Callie exactly where she was right then, in her bed, in her arms, every night. When she moved, she wouldn’t have that. She would only have that when their schedules allowed it, which would never be often enough for her. Still, she mused, she had Callie as her girlfriend, and a devoted one at that. Surely that would be enough for anybody?