Actions Speak Louder 5a/5
Previously on Actions Speak Louder
“I’m going to need considerably longer than that. I have a feeling it will be a very long ... conversation”.
Rafe gulped. He was quite sure that he knew exactly what was so plainly written in his mother’s eyes. He was also quite sure that he *really* didn’t want to acknowledge it.
“So Ems, howsabout after lunch we go see a movie or hang around at the arcade ... “
“Cool!”
“OK then, munchkin, all I need to do now is ask ma if I can borrow her car. I think she’ll say yes”
“The keys are in my purse, take them and as much money as you need. Oh, and Rafe?”
His mom looked at him sombrely, whatever she was about to say was clearly important.
“Yes, ma?”
“Call, before you come back.”
A few minutes later, after the clunking of car doors and the insistent revving of an engine that only young men thought was necessary before pulling away, Natalia and Olivia were finally alone. Natalia eased away from Olivia. Her right hand brushing the length of Olivia’s arm.
“We need to be somewhere else” She whispered and then took Olivia’s hand in her own. Gently, she led Olivia up the stairs, past Olivia’s old room and on further and further still, until they were both inside Natalia’s bedroom.
“Take your shoes off.” Natalia ordered quietly, Olivia complied and then they were in each others arms once again. Bodies pressed firmly and full length against each other. After a short while Natalia leaned back slightly and looked adoringly up to Olivia.
“Brace yourself, my love, because I’m about to kiss you.” Olivia’s eyes darkened. The word “Please” lingered in the air.
Natalia leaned up and gently brushed Olivia’s mouth with her own. A quiet promise before a full on vow, as Natalia’s tongue pierced Olivia’s willing lips and suddenly both of them were clutching and grasping at each other.
Olivia had known for a while that her body had a design flaw. She had thought it was her heart, and now she knew that the flaw wasn’t that, it was that she didn’t have enough hands. Two hands were not enough to touch Natalia, were not enough to hold her. Olivia needed to touch Natalia everywhere. Two hands could not accomplish that. Two hands were not enough to show Natalia how much she loved her.
Natalia apparently had plenty of hands, because before she knew it, Olivia’s shirt was on the floor and her jeans were following. Somehow, and if you asked her, she wouldn’t be able to say, Olivia stripped Natalia’s T-Shirt over her head and then the flesh of their stomachs met, and it felt like free-fall.
Natalia pushed her jogging pants off and now all that separated them was their underwear and Natalia didn’t care, couldn’t care one jot, that Olivia was wearing delicately lacy undergarments. All she knew was that they had to come off. Practical cotton hit the floor with the same momentum as Fredrick of Hollywood’s finest.
Naked, at last, Natalia eased Olivia onto the bed, kissing her and insinuating her right thigh between Olivia’s legs. Hot, wayward kisses. Hands clutching and releasing flesh. Bodies moving sinuously against each other. Natalia exhaling hot air into Olivia’s ear.
And then. Then.
Olivia rearranged their bodies so that she was on top, kissing, promising her love, and then, lifting her right thigh off of Natalia, moving away.
“No, Please”
Olivia then insinuated her left thigh between Natalia’s legs and it was then that Natalia realised, like a bolt between the eyes, that Olivia was left handed, and that she needed to be in this position for her left hand, her dominant hand to …
“Fuck!”
“Yes.” Olivia hissed. “Yes”
Natalia, so hot and slick that Olivia could barely gain purchase.
Olivia’s hand and hips drove forward, urging Natalia on as Olivia whispered words of love in counterpoint to Natalia’s obscenities. Wonderfully vulgar noises assailing both their ears, Olivia’s sex grinding against Natalia’s thigh, until finally, finally, Olivia whispered.
“I’m right where you’ve always wanted me to be. I’m inside you, come for me.”
Natalia screamed her release to the gods, raising her hips raggedly as Olivia ground further down into her before shouting her own thanks to the deities.
A few minutes later, Natalia propped herself up on one elbow, laughing. “Well, that was OK”
“Not bad at all” Olivia agreed.
“Better than average?”
Olivia pretended to consider that
“Depends - mean, mode or median?”
“Did you just make a math joke?”
“I might have done.”
“I told Rafe we were going to have a *conversation* not do math”
“Well, I con conjugate …”
“Yes, you can.”
Fin