Sexy Different
Addison Montgomery stealthily tips her wine glass into her mouth, hoping for a few lingering drops of the Pinot Noir she bought the second she arrived in Los Angeles. She is supposed to be paying attention to Callie’s crisis but the wine is really good.
“Then she just left,” Callie huffs, reiterating those words to the redhead for the fifteenth time tonight.
Finally, Addison hears enough of Callie’s self-pitying and reaches across the sofa to put a hand on one of the Latina’s denim clad knees.
“You’re fine, okay? You’re fine. It’s like your first boyfriend-breakup all over again. You’re going to find another woman, probably even a much hotter woman to take you back to the Isle of Lesbos, Cal. Okay?”
Callie cracks half of a grin at that, nodding slowly.
“Wait, hotter?”
“Yeah, there’s no doubt Erica Hahn is an extremely talented surgeon but I think you can do better, Callie. You’re a hottie,” the redhead chirps resolutely.
Callie beams. “More wine?”
“If you feel like cracking that second bottle of red, yes, otherwise I should probably go to sleep,” Addison yawns.
“Thanks for letting me come to see you this weekend, Addie. I feel so stupid freaking out about this, but I didn’t know who else to call and all Mark does is smirk and ask about the sex.” Callie smiles as she hoists herself from the sofa, picking up the wine key to open the fresh bottle.
Addison leans her head back against the armrest, eyes drifting closed. She forgot how comfortable her new couch is, and the wine paired with Feist playing in the background makes her sleepy.
“Here you go,” Callie says softly, holding out Addison’s wine glass for her.
The redhead sits up, taking the glass and sipping from it as Callie reclaims her seat on the other side of the couch. “How was the sex?”
“What?” Callie asks. “Really?”
“Really. I mean, unless you don’t want to say,” Addison continues, arching an eyebrow in a silent challenge.
“Well, it was,” Callie thinks for a moment. “Different. It was different, but not bad different, good different. Sexy different.”
“Sexy different is always nice. I’d say that’s a good way to put it.”
“Speaking from experience, Dr. Montgomery?”
Taking a long swig, Addison licks her lips and shrugs her shoulders. “We all have our lesbian experiences. That’s what college is for.”
“I never had lesbian experiences in college,” Callie defends.
“You just never met the right girl.”
Callie laughs, tickled at the idea of Addison with another woman. “I need details.”
Addison smirks, depositing her feet in Callie’s lap, tilting that pretty face up in thought. Blue eyes wander the archives of her brain, passing through medical knowledge back to the hazy days of her undergraduate career.
“Her name was Grace Powers. She was on the soccer team and in all of my morning classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays. She used to borrow my notes whenever she’d have to leave for games, and we’d meet in the student union while she copied them and just end up talking for hours. We got to be pretty close-”
“Of course she was on the soccer team,” Callie snorts into her wine glass.
“Hey! She was extremely attractive. Crazy abs, long black hair, big blue eyes. She was smoking hot, really.”
“Smoking hot?” Callie smirks, laughing a little. “So, how did it happen?”
“It was Halloween night and there was a party at the soccer girls’ house. She was dressed up like Wonder Woman. The whole she-bang. She looked amazing and she knew it. So we’re sitting on the couch, right? Just talking and kind of flirting, if I’m being honest with myself.”
Addison puts her wine glass on the coffee table, and takes Callie’s out of her hand, swinging her legs out from the brunette’s lap, then scoots closer to her on the couch. “So, she lassos me with this rope that she has attached to her hip and gives me this sexy little smile.”
Callie straightens, realizing Addison means to reenact this Sapphic Halloween story with her. The redhead settles in between Callie’s thighs, brushing long black waves away from her face while she cups her cheek. Callie giggles, trying to keep a straight face.
“Then she goes, ‘this is my truth lasso and there’s something I’ve gotta ask you.’ I’m pretty drunk at this point and I just agree with her. Then she asks me if I want to kiss her, and before I can nod or say no or yes or anything she leans in and…”
Callie’s eyes flutter closed because Addison Montgomery’s lips are on hers, hands passing through her hair. She can’t help the groan that bubbles forth from her throat at the slightest hint of tongue against her bottom lip.
“So I pull back, completely dazed and confused, setting aside my shitty beer and I just pounce. I’m in her lap faster than I can remember and she all but carries me into her bedroom and we go from there. And let me just tell you, it was extremely hot. Sexy different, for sure.”
Callie’s a little flustered when Addison is finished with her story, reaching for her wine quickly, dumping more than half of the glass into her mouth in a few chugs.
“You alright there, Torres?” Addison asks, taking her own glass again with much more grace and fluidity.
“Yeah, that was, just…that was just hot. Maybe I’m a little drunk, but you’re a really good kisser, Addison.” Callie grins.
“So, kiss me again,” Addison says softly, eyes lidding slightly.
Callie laughs a little embarrassedly. “Addison…”
“What? We’re hot and single and too evolved for the whole feelings thing. No harm, no foul. Plus, you’re not too shabby yourself.”
The Latina smirks and sets down her wine glass on the coffee table, watching as Addison does the same before she pushes the taller woman’s shoulders backward until she hits the couch. Her knee’s between the redhead’s thighs in a second, hands bracing herself on either side of her head. Addison, impatient from the get-go, grabs Callie by the back of the neck and pulls her lips against her own.
It’s Addison’s turn to groan when she feels the gentle press of Callie’s body flush with her own, the knee nestled between her thighs, long, fragrant waves trickling along her neck. Callie is extremely beautiful, and while the redhead has only heard tell of her sexiness, she’d now have to agree with that notion wholeheartedly.
Deepening the kiss without realizing it, Callie moans into Addison’s mouth, feeling that gentle tug on her hair. She thrusts upward with her knee, skin prickling white hot when Addison gasps against her lips, tongue sweeping into her mouth.
Addison remembers the allure of intimacy with women, especially as her hands ghost along delicious curves, sliding up the back of Callie’s shirt and playing over the flawlessly smooth skin there. The redhead is more turned on than she thought she’d be, tilting her head back just in time for Callie’s lips to descend along her neck.
Usually a vocal lover, Addison isn’t sure what to do in this situation. Part of her thinks they should stop while she has any scrap of sobriety inside of her, but the other part of her can’t help wanting to continue, especially when Callie nips at her neck.
“You can bite me harder than that,” Addison whispers, feeling Callie’s body tense beneath her hands while her nails trace circles against her lower back.
Pulling back from Addison’s neck enough to be able to speak, Callie counters with a, “And you can scratch me harder than that, too.”
Addison groans softly, feeling Callie punctuate her statement with another thrust of strong thigh between her legs. In response, she digs her nails into that tan flesh, feeling the brunette arch into her touches. This seems to fuel the Latina’s fire and she sets a rhythm of rocking her leg against the apex of Addison’s thighs.
“Callie,” Addison moans, louder this time.
It feels weird for Callie to hear her name laced with so much desire coming out of Addison’s mouth but she’s not complaining.
“Should I stop?” Callie asks, biting harder into Addison’s neck this time. The redhead’s too caught up in grinding down onto that thigh and it takes her a few seconds to register the question.
“Maybe we should relocate,” Addison says, and Callie delights in the way she’s panting through her words.
In the haze of the wine, Callie slides off of Addison, taking her by the hand and giving her a tug. She gets about three steps from the couch before the redhead pushes Callie up against the wall. Addison works both hands underneath the fabric of Callie’s shirt, pulling it up and over the brunette’s head. Grinning in that impressed way she has, Addison can’t regulate her own breathing as Callie’s usually steady hands shakily undo the buttons on her shirt, all but tearing it off of her.
Callie’s breath hitches at the sight of Addison’s semi-naked torso, hands smoothing over the skin of that toned stomach, coming to rest at surprisingly full breasts. The brunette squeezes them through their pretty pink fabric, impatiently waiting as Addison unclasps her own bra and then reaches around to undo the fasten laying against the caramel skin of Callie’s back.
“Eager?” Callie teases as Addison pushes her against the wall again, leaning down to bite and suck on her neck.
“Shut up,” she breathes against Callie’s neck, listening as the Latina gasps, hands falling down to Addison’s angular hips, pulling her as close as possible by her belt loops.
Addison reels at the feeling of so much smooth skin pressed against her own, fingertips skirting along Callie’s waist, across her lower back, moving down to her ass to squeeze through the jeans. Callie moans again, fingertips coming up to undo the button and fly on Addison’s jeans, exposing matching pink underwear.
“You’re such a girl,” Callie teases as she tugs on either side of the denim, helping Addison out of the jeans altogether. “Matching your bra to your underwear.”
Stepping out of her pants, Addison takes Callie by the hand, tugging her in what she perceives is the direction of her bedroom. When she opens the door to the bathroom instead, Callie laughs and spins them around, pulling Addison through the correct door and closing it behind her. She kind of likes that she flusters the redhead enough to make her forget where her own bedroom is.
Addison loops her arms around Callie’s waist, tugging her close again to lock lips while she undoes her jeans, pushing them down, serving as an anchor as the Latina steps out of them. Addison fingers the edge of the pretty navy boy shorts her friend is wearing, beaming at how they didn’t even kind of match the simple black bra she just took off of her.
Callie doesn’t register who pushes whom onto the bed, but she does remember the feeling of a nearly naked Addison between her legs, rocking her hips against her own, the scant layer of underwear the only thing truly separating them.
Addison freezes when Callie reaches down to hook her fingers into either side of those pink underwear, tugging on them to give the redhead the hint. After a moment’s hesitation, she lifts her hips, helping Callie get her out of those pesky panties. While she had the vantage point, Addison did the same, peeling the brunette’s underwear off as well.
Callie slips a hand in between Addison’s thighs and is dizzied by how wet she is. Addison groans and allows Callie to roll her onto her back. The Latina fumbles for a second before the redhead grabs her wrist, steadying her.
“Yeah, right there,” She whispers, making Callie freeze in place.
The brunette’s fingers pick up the pace again, rubbing tight circles around Addison’s clit. The redhead spares no sound of pleasure, wrapping her arms around Callie’s back, panting right next to her ear. When Callie slips two fingers inside of Addison, she feels the nails bite into her flesh and scrape down across her shoulder blades.
Callie pushes her fingers into Addison in a swift rhythm, listening as the other woman gasps and sighs while she’s being fucked. The brunette works her inside and then pulls out to tease her clit, keeping Addison close to the brink before burying her fingers inside of her again. She does this a few times, loving how loud Addison’s getting as her body writhes on the bed, how much she just needs to come.
The brunette strokes her clit again, only needing to rub it in a few quick circles before Addison’s coming so hard that she has to hold onto Callie’s shoulders for dear life, thighs shaking as she lets go completely.
Addison wastes no time in spinning Callie onto her back. The brunette doesn’t have time to protest, gasping as her friend settles in beside her, biting her neck then kissing up to her ear.
“Spread your legs,” Addison whispers.
Callie does without hesitation, wishing her thighs weren’t shaking so much. Addison slides two slender fingers inside of the Latina, moaning as she starts pumping in and out. Callie’s amazed at how skilled the redhead is with all of this and fleetingly wonders how many times she and the soccer player did this, or if she still did it with other women today. Callie knows she’s close, not sure how long she can hold herself off, especially as Addison flicks her clit with her thumb.
It’s different than Erica, who was more focused on making sure Callie knew she was right there with her for her first time. This is raw, sexy, powerful. Addison’s fingers plunge inside of her so hard and fast that she barely has time to get a breath before she’s filled up again. One leg wraps around that slender back to keep the redhead in place, moaning as Addison sucks against her pulse point, licking over the spot with the flat of her tongue.
“Addison,” Callie breathes, feeling that hot mouth on hers again.
While Addison explores the Latina’s mouth with her tongue, she continues the coupling of fingers and thumb, feeling Callie shaking beneath her. As the brunette’s hips rise to meet her thrusts, she grins, pushing her fingers in deeper yet.
“Let go, Callie,” Addison murmurs. “Come.”
A ragged moan leaves Callie’s mouth as she focuses on that telling tingle, clutching at the duvet beneath her, heels digging into the bed. Addison doesn’t slow her thrusts or her thumb and it’s only a matter of seconds before Callie’s moaning so loud that she worries for Addison’s neighbors.
When Callie comes down off of her high, there’s no cuddling at first. There’s this goofy smile on Addison’s face as she manages to get them both beneath the covers. Callie’s not sure what to think, wondering if that actually just happened.
Addison lays on her back, one hand pushing her hair off of her forehead as she chuckles to herself.
“Did we just, really?”
“We did,” Callie laughs, in disbelief. “Are we cool? I mean…”
“Callie, one dalliance with me doesn’t mean we’re now supposed to be lesbian lovers or something.”
“Okay, good. ‘Cause I like you and all, Addie, but I don’t think I could do the long distance,” Callie teases. “Can I say, though, that was pretty freaking hot.”
Addison laughs, but breaks to agree, both women falling into comfortable silence. Eventually Callie snuggles up to Addison, resting her head on her shoulder as they grin to each other, visible even in the dark.
Just before she’s sleeping, Addison hears Callie saying her name again.
“Yes, Cal?” Addison murmurs into the girl’s hair.
“Are you sure you only slept with that one girl in college?”
Addison chuckles, “Thanks, I think. And yeah, we still meet up from time to time now.”
Callie gasps, “Really?”
“Yep. She’s an athletic trainer with the Raiders, and sometimes she meets me out after games.”
“Damn. So when was the last time?”
The redhead grins. “I don’t know, a few weeks ago?”
The Latina’s shoulders shake with a giggle. “Mm, good for you, Addie,” she says genuinely.
Gently stroking her fingers through those dark waves, Addison nods. “She’s great. No strings. We usually have brunch in the morning and then she leaves. No calls, no texts, no e-mails of song lyrics.”
“Song lyrics? Is that a lesbian thing?” Callie asks, unable to come up with one ex-boyfriend or male fling that did that.
“I think it’s a people thing.”
Smirking at this, Callie settles in against Addison’s shoulder again, one arm draping across her stomach. Minus the whole sex-thing, they would have ended up sleeping like this any way.
“Oh, hey, Addie,” Callie murmurs, almost half-asleep.
“Mm?” Addison manages in reply.
“We can’t ever tell Mark about this.”
Addison snorts a little with laughter. “Oh, hell no.”