Edge of Seventeen (Part 10)
Title: Edge of Seventeen (Part 10)
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 1670 words
Summary: A chance encounter leading to a chance romance.
Rating: R - sexy times, it’s inevitable
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Samantha weaves in and out of traffic, not really thinking about what she’s doing. Other drivers honk their horns at her; she just wants to scream at them. Her mind is too focused on getting home to even be considerate of anyone else on the road.
Lindsay giggles from her seat, her eyes narrowly open and constantly on Samantha. They’ve been attached all night and Samantha knows the girl hasn’t had anything to drink, but the way she’s acting suggests some sort of intoxication - drunk on desire, perhaps?
They’re finally on the street to Samantha’s house. She lets her lead foot take control and speeds up the street, hoping she doesn’t wake any of her neighbours. God knows she’d be embarrassed being seen ushering an innocent young girl inside at this hour.
Lindsay watches the painful expression on Samantha’s face as she stops her car just short of the back wall inside her garage. It’s incredibly sexy, the way the woman can’t wait to be close to her. She admits to herself that she feels the same way - only she’s much better at hiding it.
Samantha exhales, puffing out her cheeks as she takes the keys out of the ignition. “So, here we are.” Lindsay finds her shy hesitation cute, but wishes the woman would just take control.
“Are we going to go inside?”
“Oh. Yeah. Of course we are,” Samantha says, jumping out and running around to open Lindsay’s door for her. She is surprised to find the girl already out and standing before her when she reaches the other side.
“Are you nervous?” Lindsay asks. She grabs the bottom of Samantha’s bomber jacket and pulls the woman to her, their hips colliding as they lean against the Porsche. Both girls stare at each other with uncertainty.
“Nervous? About what?” Without really meaning to, Samantha finds her face leaning dangerously close to Lindsay’s own. She licks her lips, parting them hungrily.
Lindsay shrugs and lets go of the bomber jacket, letting Samantha lean against her of her own accord. “Nothing, I guess.”
Samantha is nervous - more nervous than she’d admit even to herself. She thinks it’s safe to assume that Lindsay hasn’t been with another woman before. She hasn’t been with very many herself - all of them more experienced and patient. They taught her a few things about how to manipulate the female anatomy but she’s not sure she remembers any of it now. Her mind is blank; all she can think about it is how quickly she can make it from here to her bedroom without further distraction.
Her lips are barely touching Lindsay’s, much like they were earlier when her mother caught them. This time she’s confident that there will be no interruption. Privacy is one thing she loves about living on her own.
A light turns on across the street and startles her. One of her neighbours walks down his driveway, a small dog on the end of a leash in his hand. He looks into her lit garage, straining his eyes to see when she quickly steps back from Lindsay.
“We should probably go inside,” she says, yanking the girl by her hand. Lindsay laughs and waves politely at the neighbour who shoots them an unimpressed look.
The door opens just enough for them to squeeze inside and Samantha quickly shuts it behind them, throwing the deadbolt on.
“Nice place,” Lindsay says, kicking her shoes off comfortably and wandering around. She looks at photos on the walls, shelves of band memorabilia, and a small portion of Samantha’s sneaker collection in a pile by the door.
“Thanks,” Samantha answers, tearing her jacket off quickly and throwing it onto a hook. She pulls Lindsay’s off as well, hanging it next to her own and grabs the girl by the hand.
“Aren’t you going to give me the grand tour?” Lindsay asks as they rush past a few open doors.
Samantha sighs, stopping in the hallway. She doesn’t give the girl enough warning, and their shoulders collide. “Seriously?” She really doesn’t mean to sound impatient but she is far past niceties.
Lindsay laughs, her voice still irresistibly raspy. “Not even a little.”
She pushes Samantha against a wall in the hallway and kisses her, hard. The older woman wraps her arms tightly around Lindsay’s waist, forcing their bodies to mold together. Her hands travel downward again, this time pawing at jean material, willing it to disappear and give her bare skin instead.
“Mmm…” Lindsay says, pulling away for a moment. “Sneaking around with an older woman. What would my mother say?” She grins slyly and kisses Samantha again, biting gently at the woman’s bottom lip.
“Please. Don’t. Talk. About. Your. Mother,” Samantha says between kisses as they stumble down the hallway.
By the time they’ve reached the bedroom, Samantha has spun Lindsay around. She pushes her on her back, tripping on a pile of clothes on her floor, landing awkwardly on top.
“Sorry,” she says, adjusting herself to straddle the hips of the girl below.
Lindsay grabs her by the face and pulls it to her own. “Oh, shut up and kiss me,” she whispers, pressing her open mouth against Samantha’s.
Samantha’s palms are flat on the bed, her body almost parallel to Lindsay’s. She tries to steady herself, her hands slithering beneath the girl’s sequined shirt.
Lindsay responds, arching her back upward, and her tongue further exploring Samantha’s mouth. The woman’s mouth tastes sweet and hot, with a hint of cinnamon from the stick of gum she chewed voraciously in the car.
No more words are exchanged which is probably for the best. All coherent thought has dissipated in the heat of the moment.
Samantha succeeds finally in pulling Lindsay’s shirt to her shoulders, pulling away only long enough to toss it aside before their lips collide once again, this time with unbelievably urgency.
Despite their undeniable chemistry and their ability to read each other’s bodies like the back of their palm, they fumble while removing the rest of their clothing. In attempt to tug Samantha’s pants away, Lindsay accidentally scratches the girl’s leg with an acrylic nail. As she unclasps Lindsay’s bra, Samantha’s hand slips and she rolls onto the girl and both of them end up on the floor.
“Are you nervous?” Samantha asks, laughing as she helps the younger girl back onto the bed.
“A little. But I know you’ll take care of me,” she responds, smiling sincerely.
Samantha smiles back and crawls toward Lindsay on her hands and knees, kissing the sides of her mouth, pressing her lips once softly on the girl’s and then continuing down her neck.
Lindsay lets out a strained moan - it almost squeaks as it exits her throat - but she’s never felt so much electricity surging through her before. She leans back on her elbows, her head craned to the right as Samantha gently bites at the left side of her neck. When the woman reaches her collarbone, nipping at it playfully, Lindsay closes her eyes and surrenders herself to the moment.
Samantha pays close attention to what makes the girl moan, grinning to hear the havoc she’s causing. She places one hand on Lindsay’s shoulder as she continues to enjoy her neck, the other hand gently brushing against the soft skin of the girl’s leg.
Lindsay runs the fingers of one hand through Samantha’s hair. It smells a bit floral with soft citrus undertones. She takes a deep breath in and holds the scent and she lets out a breathy moan. The hand on her leg traces teasing circles ever closer to the top of her thigh. With her free hand, she places is flat on Samantha’s and gently guides it where it undoubtedly was planning to go.
As her index and pointer fingers tease at the warmth between Lindsay’s legs, Samantha bites down a little harder at the girl’s collarbone, directly causing a throaty groan and a few mumbled words.
The hand on Lindsay’s shoulder drags carefully down past her chest and presses firmly, flat against her stomach. Samantha slides it back up once again, cupping a soft, natural and freckle-splayed breast. She focuses her remaining attention on it, leaving wet kisses all the way to an erect nipple.
The younger girl arches her back once again, trapping Samantha’s face in a mountain of sinewy flesh. Her chest falls drastically as the pit of her stomach swells with pleasure.
With a few fingers inside, Samantha adventures the moisture and warmth, pressing her own body against her wrist, helping to create an effective motion.
Every time Lindsay moans, her head hanging lazily from her shoulders, Samantha feels a wave of pleasure through her entire body. She repositions herself so that mere inches separate her own wetness from the girl’s.
Her face still pressed firmly against Lindsay’s breasts, she can sense the girl’s heart rate increasing as her hips thrust upward with growing urgency.
Samantha flicks her tongue quickly around the girl’s nipple before Lindsay grabs her beneath the chin, bringing them face-to-face. She moans the older woman’s name in a whisper, her voice failing as she tries to catch her breath.
Their faces collide once again, almost painfully and they hold each other’s lips captive as both bodies thrust together one last time. Both of their mouths open, barely touching now as every muscle tightens and paralyzes at climax.
It’s nearly a minute before relaxation sets in and the girls separate, unwilling to let this moment of euphoria escape them. They lay crumpled, limbs crossing one another, dripping sweat and warmth on one another.
Once Lindsay has caught her breath, she uses a heavy hand to push away a few strands of hair from Samantha’s wet forehead. “So, what’s in that envelope? Can I open it now?”
Samantha tries to speak but can’t just yet. She nods and shrugs at the same time. “I wrote a song about you. About what a sweet and innocent girl you are. But I think it’s going to need a rewrite.”
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 1670 words
Summary: A chance encounter leading to a chance romance.
Rating: R - sexy times, it’s inevitable
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Samantha weaves in and out of traffic, not really thinking about what she’s doing. Other drivers honk their horns at her; she just wants to scream at them. Her mind is too focused on getting home to even be considerate of anyone else on the road.
Lindsay giggles from her seat, her eyes narrowly open and constantly on Samantha. They’ve been attached all night and Samantha knows the girl hasn’t had anything to drink, but the way she’s acting suggests some sort of intoxication - drunk on desire, perhaps?
They’re finally on the street to Samantha’s house. She lets her lead foot take control and speeds up the street, hoping she doesn’t wake any of her neighbours. God knows she’d be embarrassed being seen ushering an innocent young girl inside at this hour.
Lindsay watches the painful expression on Samantha’s face as she stops her car just short of the back wall inside her garage. It’s incredibly sexy, the way the woman can’t wait to be close to her. She admits to herself that she feels the same way - only she’s much better at hiding it.
Samantha exhales, puffing out her cheeks as she takes the keys out of the ignition. “So, here we are.” Lindsay finds her shy hesitation cute, but wishes the woman would just take control.
“Are we going to go inside?”
“Oh. Yeah. Of course we are,” Samantha says, jumping out and running around to open Lindsay’s door for her. She is surprised to find the girl already out and standing before her when she reaches the other side.
“Are you nervous?” Lindsay asks. She grabs the bottom of Samantha’s bomber jacket and pulls the woman to her, their hips colliding as they lean against the Porsche. Both girls stare at each other with uncertainty.
“Nervous? About what?” Without really meaning to, Samantha finds her face leaning dangerously close to Lindsay’s own. She licks her lips, parting them hungrily.
Lindsay shrugs and lets go of the bomber jacket, letting Samantha lean against her of her own accord. “Nothing, I guess.”
Samantha is nervous - more nervous than she’d admit even to herself. She thinks it’s safe to assume that Lindsay hasn’t been with another woman before. She hasn’t been with very many herself - all of them more experienced and patient. They taught her a few things about how to manipulate the female anatomy but she’s not sure she remembers any of it now. Her mind is blank; all she can think about it is how quickly she can make it from here to her bedroom without further distraction.
Her lips are barely touching Lindsay’s, much like they were earlier when her mother caught them. This time she’s confident that there will be no interruption. Privacy is one thing she loves about living on her own.
A light turns on across the street and startles her. One of her neighbours walks down his driveway, a small dog on the end of a leash in his hand. He looks into her lit garage, straining his eyes to see when she quickly steps back from Lindsay.
“We should probably go inside,” she says, yanking the girl by her hand. Lindsay laughs and waves politely at the neighbour who shoots them an unimpressed look.
The door opens just enough for them to squeeze inside and Samantha quickly shuts it behind them, throwing the deadbolt on.
“Nice place,” Lindsay says, kicking her shoes off comfortably and wandering around. She looks at photos on the walls, shelves of band memorabilia, and a small portion of Samantha’s sneaker collection in a pile by the door.
“Thanks,” Samantha answers, tearing her jacket off quickly and throwing it onto a hook. She pulls Lindsay’s off as well, hanging it next to her own and grabs the girl by the hand.
“Aren’t you going to give me the grand tour?” Lindsay asks as they rush past a few open doors.
Samantha sighs, stopping in the hallway. She doesn’t give the girl enough warning, and their shoulders collide. “Seriously?” She really doesn’t mean to sound impatient but she is far past niceties.
Lindsay laughs, her voice still irresistibly raspy. “Not even a little.”
She pushes Samantha against a wall in the hallway and kisses her, hard. The older woman wraps her arms tightly around Lindsay’s waist, forcing their bodies to mold together. Her hands travel downward again, this time pawing at jean material, willing it to disappear and give her bare skin instead.
“Mmm…” Lindsay says, pulling away for a moment. “Sneaking around with an older woman. What would my mother say?” She grins slyly and kisses Samantha again, biting gently at the woman’s bottom lip.
“Please. Don’t. Talk. About. Your. Mother,” Samantha says between kisses as they stumble down the hallway.
By the time they’ve reached the bedroom, Samantha has spun Lindsay around. She pushes her on her back, tripping on a pile of clothes on her floor, landing awkwardly on top.
“Sorry,” she says, adjusting herself to straddle the hips of the girl below.
Lindsay grabs her by the face and pulls it to her own. “Oh, shut up and kiss me,” she whispers, pressing her open mouth against Samantha’s.
Samantha’s palms are flat on the bed, her body almost parallel to Lindsay’s. She tries to steady herself, her hands slithering beneath the girl’s sequined shirt.
Lindsay responds, arching her back upward, and her tongue further exploring Samantha’s mouth. The woman’s mouth tastes sweet and hot, with a hint of cinnamon from the stick of gum she chewed voraciously in the car.
No more words are exchanged which is probably for the best. All coherent thought has dissipated in the heat of the moment.
Samantha succeeds finally in pulling Lindsay’s shirt to her shoulders, pulling away only long enough to toss it aside before their lips collide once again, this time with unbelievably urgency.
Despite their undeniable chemistry and their ability to read each other’s bodies like the back of their palm, they fumble while removing the rest of their clothing. In attempt to tug Samantha’s pants away, Lindsay accidentally scratches the girl’s leg with an acrylic nail. As she unclasps Lindsay’s bra, Samantha’s hand slips and she rolls onto the girl and both of them end up on the floor.
“Are you nervous?” Samantha asks, laughing as she helps the younger girl back onto the bed.
“A little. But I know you’ll take care of me,” she responds, smiling sincerely.
Samantha smiles back and crawls toward Lindsay on her hands and knees, kissing the sides of her mouth, pressing her lips once softly on the girl’s and then continuing down her neck.
Lindsay lets out a strained moan - it almost squeaks as it exits her throat - but she’s never felt so much electricity surging through her before. She leans back on her elbows, her head craned to the right as Samantha gently bites at the left side of her neck. When the woman reaches her collarbone, nipping at it playfully, Lindsay closes her eyes and surrenders herself to the moment.
Samantha pays close attention to what makes the girl moan, grinning to hear the havoc she’s causing. She places one hand on Lindsay’s shoulder as she continues to enjoy her neck, the other hand gently brushing against the soft skin of the girl’s leg.
Lindsay runs the fingers of one hand through Samantha’s hair. It smells a bit floral with soft citrus undertones. She takes a deep breath in and holds the scent and she lets out a breathy moan. The hand on her leg traces teasing circles ever closer to the top of her thigh. With her free hand, she places is flat on Samantha’s and gently guides it where it undoubtedly was planning to go.
As her index and pointer fingers tease at the warmth between Lindsay’s legs, Samantha bites down a little harder at the girl’s collarbone, directly causing a throaty groan and a few mumbled words.
The hand on Lindsay’s shoulder drags carefully down past her chest and presses firmly, flat against her stomach. Samantha slides it back up once again, cupping a soft, natural and freckle-splayed breast. She focuses her remaining attention on it, leaving wet kisses all the way to an erect nipple.
The younger girl arches her back once again, trapping Samantha’s face in a mountain of sinewy flesh. Her chest falls drastically as the pit of her stomach swells with pleasure.
With a few fingers inside, Samantha adventures the moisture and warmth, pressing her own body against her wrist, helping to create an effective motion.
Every time Lindsay moans, her head hanging lazily from her shoulders, Samantha feels a wave of pleasure through her entire body. She repositions herself so that mere inches separate her own wetness from the girl’s.
Her face still pressed firmly against Lindsay’s breasts, she can sense the girl’s heart rate increasing as her hips thrust upward with growing urgency.
Samantha flicks her tongue quickly around the girl’s nipple before Lindsay grabs her beneath the chin, bringing them face-to-face. She moans the older woman’s name in a whisper, her voice failing as she tries to catch her breath.
Their faces collide once again, almost painfully and they hold each other’s lips captive as both bodies thrust together one last time. Both of their mouths open, barely touching now as every muscle tightens and paralyzes at climax.
It’s nearly a minute before relaxation sets in and the girls separate, unwilling to let this moment of euphoria escape them. They lay crumpled, limbs crossing one another, dripping sweat and warmth on one another.
Once Lindsay has caught her breath, she uses a heavy hand to push away a few strands of hair from Samantha’s wet forehead. “So, what’s in that envelope? Can I open it now?”
Samantha tries to speak but can’t just yet. She nods and shrugs at the same time. “I wrote a song about you. About what a sweet and innocent girl you are. But I think it’s going to need a rewrite.”