Darn these fic prompts....
Char/Stacey-Strap-on
Char/Stacey-Strap-on
"Um... you sure about this?"
Stacey had to smile at the worried look on her younger lover's face. "Well, you only live once, right?"
Charlotte grimaced and nodded. "Ok. You’re right. Well, let's go inside and get this over with." She held open the door and followed Stacey in.
It was funny to see how embarrassed Charlotte was being in an adult toy store. She almost seemed shy again, like the little Charlotte Johansen Stacey had met that summer day long ago.
She watched her girlfriend wander over to a display of blow-up sex dolls and giggled aloud at the horrified look on Charlotte’s face as she mouthed "fun, fun, fun from a girl who never says no?"
"Char, sweetie, come here."
The brunette nearly ran back to the blonde's side, and she latched onto her arm. "This place is crazy."
There was a tiny hint of fear in her voice and Stacey heard it loud and clear. "Charlotte, we can leave if you want to." she said, trying to soothe her.
Charlotte looked over at her and she shook her head. "Nope. It's all good. I'll be fine. Just as long as you try not to talk me into getting 'gimme-some-sugar Susan' over there. There's only one girl I’d ever let into our bed and she's not one of them."
As they made their way over to the wall display (this time of many different colored vibrators, jelly skinned, glittery and "new and improved long lasting oh baby action!"), Stacey had to ask.
"Who’s the one the girl you would let into our bed?"
"Jewel Staite."
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"How's it going in there?"
Charlotte had been in there a long time. Long enough to make Stacey start to worry. For some odd reason the blonde had images running through her head... of what she wasn’t sure of, but some strange images just the same.
"Nope. I got it. The harness is a little big but I can fix it." After a few more minutes of rustling and muttering, the door to the bathroom clicked open, and Charlotte said shyly, "um... well? What do you think?"
Stacey McGill was not one to ever be speechless. There had rarely been times in her life where she had never been able to find words.
But seeing her 19 year-old girlfriend wearing nothing but a strap-on and a shy smile made this one of those times.
Of course, because she just sat there with her mouth wide open, Charlotte became nervous. "This was a dumb idea. I should just take it off."
Stacey was up and off of the bed in a second. She grabbed Charlotte and pulled her into a kiss, feeling the strap-on brush against her thigh. After a moment, she pulled away and whispered, "Charlotte, baby, you look fantastic. Now, why don’t we get into bed, and I can show you just how great you look?"
With a wolfish grin, she grabbed her lover’s hand and led her over to the bed.
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END
WARNING: LITE!SMUT AHEAD!
Kristy/Mary Anne-First Time
Kristy/Mary Anne-First Time
Note: Kristy is 18, Mary Anne is 17. It’s Christmas break of their senior year in high school. Dawn has moved back to Stoneybrook. They have only been dating six months.
"Well, here we are."
Kristy shoved her hands into her coat pockets and grinned shyly at Mary Anne.
Mary Anne nodded back, her grin just as shy. She knew what she was going to say, and knew what Kristy’s answer would be; it had become a tradition of sorts.
"Would you like to come in?" she asked softly, watching the light spark to life in those brown eyes she loved.
Kristy nodded, "yeah. I'd like that."
Mary Anne nodded back, then turned and fished in her purse for her house key. Suddenly, two warm arms wrapped around her waist and warms lips kissed just under her ear.
Mary Anne giggled and moaned a little, then swatted at her girlfriend's hands. "I can’t get my key and let us in if you keep doing that Kristin Amanda Thomas."
"Ooh, I love it when you're bossy." Kristy said, nibbling a little on Mary Anne’s earlobe. Another giggle and moan, and then she were gently pushed away so Mary Anne could find her key.
"Dad? Sharon? Dawn? Anyone home?"
The house was quiet, and for once Mary Anne’s dad was not there to greet them with a cup of coffee for him and Kristy, and a cup of tea for Mary Anne. There was however, a note in Dawn's familiar looping handwriting taped to the refrigerator door.
"Mary Anne,
Dragged Richard and Mom on an antique excursion. We’ll be spending the night in Stamford. Be back on Sunday.
-Dawn"
Mary Anne turned and looked over at her girlfriend, who was leaning against the kitchen counter and watching her like she always did. "So... I guess that means I have the house to myself for two days."
Kristy grinned, "two whole days huh? Hmm, I wonder who would be willing to come and stay with you so you won’t be lonely."
Mary Anne smiled back. It wouldn't be the first time Kristy would be spending the night at her house; Watson and Mrs. Thomas trusted her and Kristy, as did her parents. But... a thought struck her.
This would be the first time they would be completely and totally alone. No parents, no siblings... no interruptions.
Things between them had never gone past second base. True there had been moments, but Kristy had always respected Mary Anne’s request of them waiting until they were ready, and had pulled away at the appropriate time.
Kristy must have caught the look on Mary Anne’s face as she was thinking, because the next thing Mary Anne knew she was wrapped into strong arms once again. She automatically buried her face in the crook of Kristy’s neck, her favorite 'spot'.
"Baby girl, why don’t we just head up to bed and get some snuggles, hmm? With a few smoochies thrown in? I’d just like to hold you."
"Sounds perfect." Mary Anne mumbled against her neck, breathing in the scent of Kristy that was uniquely hers.
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Snuggled against her girlfriend, dressed her favorite pajamas, Tigger curled up at her feet and watching "The Parent Trap", Mary Anne couldn't have agreed more with her earlier statement.
Still... there was something nagging at the back of her mind. She looked up to study her girlfriend's profile and thought a little more.
She had dreamed of it, she had to admit. Months before they had begun dating, when Mary Anne had just learned that she was gay and that her crush on Kristy was more than that, she had spent many nights staring at the ceiling and thinking of Kristy with her, in her bed.
She thought of Kristy naked and above her, her hair down and creating a curtain around their faces as they kissed. She imagined what it would be like to have Kristy touch her, murmuring sweet nothings into her ear as she moved inside of her...
She had a pretty good idea of how it worked; growing up in this day and age who didn't? And she'd gotten 'the talk' from Sharon when she turned 16. Heck, she'd even done it with Logan Bruno on his 17th birthday in the back of his car (just to try and prove to herself she wasn't gay). She suspected that it would be different with a girl.
Oh, how she wanted nothing more than to make love with Kristin Amanda Thomas.
But were they ready? Was it too soon? Maybe Kristy didn’t want it as much as Mary Anne thought she did. But then she thought of those deep brown eyes darkened with desire, watching her with such adoration and warmth...
"Mary Anne? You ok in there? The movie's over and you haven’t even looked up."
Kristy watched her with concern, and Mary Anne blinked a few times, trying to gather her thoughts back together as she replied, "oh. I’m fine."
Kristy raised her eye brow as she ran her hands through Mary Anne’s short hair, "sweetie, as much as I’d like to believe you. Something’s wrong. Come on Mary Anne, cant you tell me about it?"
The girl blushed wildly, earning a tiny chuckle from Kristy who continued to stroke her hair as she said, "Baby girl, I’m not gonna laugh at you. You can tell me, honest."
It was only a few simple words, but Mary Anne knew that Kristy knew exactly what she meant when she said them.
"I think I’m ready."
There was silence as Mary Anne sat up and watched Kristy watch her for the longest time. Finally her girlfriend sat up, pushing Tigger onto the floor and scooting up to look into her eyes. "You mean...?"
Mary Anne nodded, and, to prove her point, took Kristy’s hand and slowly kissed each knuckle before finally looking up and nodding once more.
After a few more minutes, a joyous smile spread across Kristy’s face, and she whispered, "tell me what you want Mary Anne."
Fighting the shy little girl from seventh grade that still lived in the back of her mind, Mary Anne whispered back so quietly she wasn’t sure Kristy heard, "I want to be with you."
Kristy’s smile was so big that it could have lit up the room, but even as she leaned closer, she asked one more time tenderly, "You’re sure?"
"I’ve never wanted anything more." Mary Anne murmured, and she knew it was true.
Kristy finally closed the gap between them with a gentle and sweet kiss. It was almost like she was asking for permission, and Mary Anne granted it to her gladly. Tilting her head, she ran the tip of her tongue along Kristy’s bottom lip, begging for entrance. Their tongues met, and Mary Anne allowed herself to melt into Kristy’s arms, whimpering softly as hands slid under her pajama top and over her skin, caressing and stroking as they went.
Meanwhile, Mary Anne’s hands did a little exploring of their own as they slid into the waistband of Kristy’s boxers. She smiled through their kiss when she felt Kristy arch into her, moaning quietly.
Oxygen a necessity, they pulled apart, their hands still in their current positions. Kristy leaned her forehead against Mary Anne’s and whispered, "I wanted this for so long Mary Anne. The first time I saw you and Logan kiss, I knew I wanted to be him. And when you told Stacey that you'd slept with him, I wished so much that it could have been me."
There were tears, but they were happy tears as Mary Anne whispered back, "I wanted it to be you too, so badly Kristy."
Overcome, they both kissed again, a little more frantic this time as Kristy pulled Mary Anne into her lap. Knees straddling Kristy’s thighs, Mary Anne pulled away to allow her girlfriend to pull her pajama top up and over her head. Kristy immediately buried her face into Mary Anne’s breasts, nuzzling and nibbling on them tenderly.
Mary Anne keened softly as Kristy’s hands kneaded her back, trying not to wantonly arch against the girl only to have her efforts thwarted as Kristy sucked a nipple into her warm mouth.
"Oh!" she cried out, pulling out Kristy’s ponytail, twining her hands into her hair and pulling her closer against her, moving her hips to try and ease some of the immense pleasure she was feeling.
"God sweetheart, you taste so good." Kristy mumbled before switching breasts laving her tongue around a stiff nipple before taking it into her mouth.
"Oh! Oh, god, Kristy, I..."
"Call me Kristin."
"...Kristin I... oh please dear sweet god pleases..."
Kristy pulled away, forcing Mary Anne to open her eyes and look down at her. "Tell me what you need baby girl."
Mary Anne’s mouth went dry at the raw and aching desire she saw in Kristy’s eyes, and she barely managed to get out the words. "I need you."
Kristy nodded, letting Mary Anne slide off her lap and stand up next to the bed, clad only in her pajama pants and panties.
Shyly, Mary Anne hooked her thumbs into the waistband and shimmied them off, leaving her only in her panties. Kristy’s eyes went pure black with desire, and she swallowed hard as she murmured, "god you're perfect."
Mary Anne ducked her head shy and said, "Be nice if I wasn't the only one, you know."
Kristy grinned, and she stood up on the other side of the bed, pulling her wife beater off and throwing it to the side. Her breasts were just the right size for them to fit in Mary Anne’s hands (a theory they had tested before) and her nipples hardened in the cool air. Shyly, she shimmied off her boxers and kicked them towards the door.
Both of them were now in just panties. They watched the other, taking in the sights before them, unsure but knowing that this... this moment, now, with just the two of them, was right.
"What now?" Mary Anne asked softly, trying not to break the mood but not sure what to do next.
"Um... why don't we take these off?" Kristy suggested, gesturing to the articles of clothing in question.
Mary Anne blushed deep red, but knowing that this was what she wanted, she slowly and carefully slipped of her panties.
"Wow," Kristy breathed, her voice rasping, "You are so beautiful."
"You next." Mary Anne whispered shyly, her eyes meeting Kristy’s in a loving look. Without a word, Kristy slid off her own panties, blushing a bit.
Now they both stood naked in front of the other, and Mary Anne could almost feel the wonderful tension in the room. Kristy stepped around the bed and opened her arms, letting Mary Anne embrace her. They both gasped at the feeling of skin meeting skin, Mary Anne’s head dropping to Kristy’s shoulder.
"You feel so good baby girl." Kristy mumbled, burying her face into Mary Anne’s hair.
"You do too." Mary Anne replied, relishing the feeling of Kristy’s hands tenderly caressing her back. They slid a little lower, cupped her cheeks and squeezed; she whimpered softly.
Slowly, Kristy guided them both onto the bed, letting Mary Anne get comfortable and then hovering over her. They both kept their gazes locked as Kristy lowered herself onto her lover, and both moaned.
Kristy lowered her head and kissed Mary Anne gently then began to kiss up and down her neck, leaving tiny marks and bites all over her neck and shoulders. She was tentative, trying different things to see what would make Mary Anne moan and gasp, learning the texture and taste of her skin. After a while of exploring, she looked up at Mary Anne, whose head was thrown back against the pillow as she tried to breathe. "Mary Anne?"
Mary Anne opened her eyes and looked down to see Kristy looking up at her. "Y-yes?"
"Um... well... see what is it that I... you know, do?"
Mary Anne looked at her, stunned. "You don't know?"
Kristy blushed at that, mumbling, "not exactly."
Uh oh. This had not been a problem Mary Anne had foreseen. She’d forgotten Kristy was about as experienced as she was; that is, little to none at all. "Uh... well... uh..."
There was silence for a few minutes when suddenly it dawned on Mary Anne. "Well... Kristy, haven't you ever um... you know... masturbated?" good lord, she was blushing talking about masturbating when here she was lying in bed with her girlfriend about to have sex!
"Yeah. Yeah I mean, I have, before. A few times, yeah."
Mary Anne swallowed and said, "well, um... try what you've done on yourself, um, what you like... on me."
Kristy studied her for a moment, and then she asked, "Will you like it?"
At this, Mary Anne had to smile. She leaned up and kissed her girlfriend softly, cupping her cheek. "Baby, trust me: it's you doing it. What’s not to like?"
They both laughed, Kristy nuzzling her palm and kissing it before grinning, "Well, I guess I’ll just have to do what I can. But promise me the instant I hurt you, or--"
"I promise." Mary Anne said, her eyes never leaving Kristy’s.
Kristy nodded, then leant forward and kissed Mary Anne’s neck again. This time one of her hands slid between her legs and slowly spread her outer lips open. Her thumb slid up and pressed against her clit, earning a gasp from Mary Anne, whose eyes slammed shut at the sensations swimming through her.
Kristy began to rub her thumb over the tiny nub, watching as her girlfriend bucked and arched into her hand. Deciding to up the ante, she turned her hand and gently pushed two fingers into her.
Mary Anne gasped, her whole body becoming alive all at once. This had been nothing like it was with Logan. Kristy was warm and soft, and fit against and inside of her perfectly. "Oh god... Kristy..."
"Do you like that?" Kristy asked, curling her fingers and beginning to thrust into her, watching her face.
"Unh... oh god, yes, yes, just like that... a little more oh... oh, god! Kristy!"
"Shh, don’t worry sweetheart, I’ve got you. Come on baby girl, just a little more." Kristy murmured into her ear, finally finding a rhythm that was perfect and keeping a nice steady pace. "Come on Mary Anne... I know you want to come for me..."
"I... CAN’T!" Mary Anne gasped as Kristy added another finger and increased her thrusts.
"Yes you can... come on baby girl, I know you want to... god Mary Anne, you're so beautiful like this..." after a few more minutes of watching her girlfriend, her hand beginning to cramp up, Kristy whispered, "Mary Anne... look at me."
Forcing her head up, Mary Anne managed to open her eyes and keep them fixed on Kristy’s as she felt herself getting closer and closer.
Pulling her hand back, Kristy smiled softly, her eyes misty, and she whispered, "I love you." and then pushed into Mary Anne one last time.
There was silence for all of about two seconds, and then Mary Anne’s eyes rolled back into her head and slammed shut as she threw her head back and screamed into the empty house Kristy’s name, her orgasm shaking her entire body.
Finally, after a few more glorious moments, she collapsed back onto the bed, still trembling. Kristy removed her hand and wiped it on the bedspread before rolling onto her back and pulling Mary Anne into her arms, cradling her close.
Her breath caught and considerably calmer, Mary Anne looked up at Kristy and smiled, her eyes beginning to tear up as she whispered quietly, "You love me?"
"Yeah, I do." Kristy replied as she stroked Mary Anne’s hair, her eyes brimming with sincerity.
Mary Anne giggled, leaned forward and nuzzled Kristy’s nose, "I love you too, Kristin Amanda Thomas."
They both laughed, and Mary Anne pressed her lips against Kristy’s before propping up on her elbows and grinning. "So... would you mind if I asked to make love to you?"
Kristy smiled back, knowing exactly what she was going to say. "Nope. Not at all."
With that, Mary Anne leaned forward and kissed her lover softly.
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END
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