Pantheon Interlude - Kathleen & Monica
Okay, you guys requested this. So, if you don't like it, it's all your fault. :P
And yes, this does have an NC-17 rating.
"My feet are starting to hurt," Monica said quietly. The heels she was wearing were brand new, after all.
"You wanna go, now?" It was a bit more of a loaded question that usual, and Monica recognized that.
"...yeah. Yeah, I do. It's time." Both flushed a little, then held hands as they left the room. The drive back to their dorm was mostly silent, as was the walk up to their room. "Are you sure about this?" Kathleen asked. "Because I'm serious, there's no rush to-" Monica shut her up by the simple expedient of kissing her senseless. "I'm sure."
"...okay, then." She unlocked the door and let the two of them back inside. Monica sat down on her bed and gratefully kicked off her shoes. "Oh, that's so much better."
Kathleen chuckled. "I don't doubt it." She sat down next to Monica and mimicked her actions, then cuddled up against her. "Why me?" she asked. At Monica's confused look, she clarified, "Why would you choose me? Someone like you... you could have had anyone."
"I don't want anyone," Monica replied. "I want you." She would have been lying if she'd said she wasn't nervous, though.
Kathleen obviously picked up on that, because she leaned forward and kissed her, slowly and tenderly. "I've told you," she said between kisses. "We're not rushing. Just go as fast and as far as you're comfortable with."
"Okay." There was nothing that would stop her heart from beating like a drum, but it was from excitement, not fear. (Or at least, not just fear.) She and Kathleen had fooled around a little, so it wasn't as if she was freaked out by the mere idea of touching her girlfriend's body, or being touched in return. She let her hands stray to Kathleen's breasts, and was rewarded by a swift intake of breath. Using that to bolster her courage, she whispered, "Unzip me."
Mercifully, Kathleen didn't press her again to make sure she was certain. Getting up off the bed, she extended her hand and, after Monica took it, pulled her to her feet. Never once breaking eye contact, Kathleen reached around behind her and lowered the zipper. Once that was done, Monica allowed her dress to fall to the floor.
Since they were on the same team and had been for four years, it was hardly as if Kathleen had never seen her in a state of undress before. However, it was obvious that she definitely liked what she saw, which helped prop up Monica's self-esteem a little bit more. Kathleen had been reaching for her own zipper when Monica stopped her. Silently shaking her head, she unzipped her girlfriend herself, then felt her jaw drop just as the dress did.
Kathleen wasn't wearing anything under it. At all.
Taking a moment to recover - and stare unashamed at her girlfriend - she finally managed to smirk and say, "Oh, someone expected to be getting lucky tonight, then?"
"No!" Kathleen blushed. "But the dress provided plenty of support, and it was too tight for a bra." Monica looked at her waist. "Those are in my purse. I had to take them off when I went to the bathroom before, as they'd gotten a bit too damp to be comfortable." Her look told Monica just why that might have been.
The redhead blushed, but smiled, pleased to be able to provoke such a reaction. She then blinked as Kathleen lay down on her bed and gave her a seductive look. She didn't actually say anything... but then, she didn't need to. Her very naked girlfriend was laying there on her bed, bearing everything she had to offer.
Shaking a little with nervous excitement, Monica joined her. They kissed again, and Kathleen moved Monica's hands up to her breasts. It was different without a bra in the way, Monica found. Better, even. She played with a nipple and watched it harden in front of her eyes. Experimentally, she licked it.
Kathleen twitched as if electrocuted.
Emboldened, Monica did it again. And again. Then she started to suck at it.
Kathleen made a very intriguing noise somewhere between a moan and a purr.
Anxiety becoming overwhelmed by desire, Monica unhooked her own bra and tossed it aside, an open invitation for Kathleen to reciprocate.
Kathleen did not refuse that invitation. Monica was startled by the moan that came from her own throat as her girlfriend fondled and caressed her own, not inconsiderable breasts. She'd never really liked them in high school, because whatever boy she might have been talking to would, more often then not, end up staring at them, embarrassing her. But now...
Now that she lay there wearing nothing but her panties, on top of her completely naked girlfriend... Well, she was starting to see why they had fascinated them so. She was certainly captivated by Kathy's, she thought with some amusement as she switched to the other one, again eliciting that same noise. She paused just long enough to ask, "Bit sensitive there, are we?"
"Maybe a little," Kathleen agreed. To prove she wasn't the only one, she sat up, making Monica pull back until she was just sitting on Kathleen's legs, then lowered her head and gently latched onto one of Monica's breasts.
"Hrrngh!" No wonder all the stories on the various websites she'd been to in the past while trying to get an idea of what the hell she might one day do with Kathleen had included this. "Oh, I like that."
She could actually feel Kathleen grin. "Just wait," she said inbetween licks. "It gets better."
"But there's no rush..." Because this really did feel good.
Kathleen's chuckle proved that she understood, and she stayed right where she was, only stopping to switch off every now and then. The only other thing she did was, upon noticing Monica's hands fidgeting a bit, take hold of them and place them back on her own breasts.
Monica did get the hint, but the pleasurable sensations Kathleen was giving her distracted her enough that her own attentions were rather sporadic.
She quickly lost track of time, but she knew it must have been a while by the time Kathleen finally straightened up, then twisted out a crick in her back from being in one position for so long. "Think you're ready for more, yet?" Kathleen asked.
"More?" Monica asked blankly, trying to refocus. She took a deep breath as Kathleen smiled. The brunette took Monica's hand and trailed it down her stomach, to rest inbetween her legs. "Oh," Monica said stupidly (she thought), captivated by the slick wetness she found there. Me. I did that. Just me, she thought with wonder. She gently rubbed her fingers up and down the lips, noticing the shiver that caused Kathleen. Acting on an instinct she hadn't known was there, she slipped a finger inside, this time earning a moan.
Unfortunately, she really had no idea what to do next. Everything she'd ever read had vanished from her mind, which felt strangely blank. Kathleen pulled her close and kissed her, and Monica closed her eyes and just allowed herself to enjoy the sensation of their bare breasts rubbing together. She shifted position a little, causing her hand to move and pulling another moan out of Kathleen. Monica broke the kiss and looked at her sadly. "I'm not sure what to do," she admitted. Kathleen wouldn't laugh at her, at least, but she was sure to be disappointed...
"Neither did I, my first time," Kathleen said gently, reaching up to grab her chin up and making Monica look at her. "Want me to go first?" Monica just nodded, but the growing warm dampness on her leg told Kathleen that she was looking forward to it. She slid out from under Monica, who laid down on the bed. Gently and tenderly, Kathleen took hold of the edges of her panties and slid them down her legs, then dropped them to the floor. Monica felt her heart flutter, and immediately knew she was going to want Kathleen to do that again in the future. Indefinitely.
Kathleen surprised her by initiating another kiss, then planting a string of kisses along her neck, her collarbone, and each of her breasts in turn. Then she kissed her way slowly but surely down Monica's stomach, making her shiver in anticipation, until they finally reached the moment of truth. She felt the faintest of kisses on her clit and inhaled sharply. Kathleen started at the bottom and licked up her slit with aching slowness. Monica squirmed a bit, then again, when Kathleen repeated the maneuver, only faster. "Okay," Monica began, voice shaking a little. "I, uh, think I've got that."
"Oh, not quite," Kathleen replied wickedly, adding a little force to her next lick. Smiling to herself when she noted Monica's breathing pick up, she then pushed her tongue inside, eliciting a combination of gasp and moan. Monica subconsciously spread her legs wider in approval. Mentally grinning, Kathleen decided to show her what oral was really all about.
Monica squirmed, groaned, and shouted, the last of which made Kathleen vaguely worried that someone was going to hear them. Though the dorm would be fairly empty that night, at least. Which was good, because even though Monica's hips were beginning to buck in a familiar way, she wasn't even close to being done with her, yet. She added first one, then two fingers, then, when Monica started to thrash, began sucking on her clit.
This was all just too much for her, and Monica climaxed with a loud cry, then started groaning again, hips still bucking, and let loose with another worryingly loud shout. This time, though, she seemed to be done.
"Wow," Kathleen said as she tried to get her own breathing under control. "Multiple orgasms? I'm kind of jealous." Not to mention VERY turned on. That had been one of the hottest things she'd ever seen.
"Is that good?" Monica asked in a kind of daze. That had been the very first time ever that fingers other then her own had been inside her. She decided that she liked it. A lot.
"For you? Very." She grinned. "Which make it good for me, too."
"You know," Monica said, her heavy-lidded gaze making Kathleen's heart start to pound again. "I think I've got it, now."
"Well, I'll be the judge of that, young lady," Kathleen shot back, grin widening.
Monica's efforts were a bit clumsy and uncertain, but she quickly showed that she had been paying attention, and her efforts, combined with the fact that it was Monica doing this to her, sent Kathleen over the brink a little sooner then she would have liked. She consoled herself with the knowledge that this wasn't likely to be a one-time thing. "Did I do good?" Monica asked anxiously as Kathleen's nervous system finally ceased misfiring.
"Baby, you did fantastic," Kathleen told her with a lazy grin. "If I smoked, I'd sure as hell need a cigarette right now."
Monica's cheeks were already so flushed that it was impossible, for once, to tell whether she blushed or not. "So... that's it?"
"Well, that kind of depends on you," Kathleen replied, sitting up.
"Wha... oh." Monica froze as she thought, then nodded once. "Yes."
"Yes?"
"Yes."
"All right, then." Kathleen got up and, on moderately shaky legs, crossed the room to open the chest at the foot of her bed, removed the false bottom, and took an odd contraption out of it. It wasn't until she strapped it around her waist that Monica realized exactly what it was. "You've used that before?"
"A couple times," Kathleen admitted, sounding almost embarrassed. "Though not since that first kiss." She blushed as she added, "I figured we'd start with the small one."
"That's the small one?!" It had to measure a good seven inches in length. It also looked to be fairly... accurately shaped, she thought.
"Compared to the other two? Yeah."
Monica swallowed. "Okay. T-that's probably a good idea." Kathleen had walked back over to her, the strapped on dildo jutting out in front of her. Monica stared.
"Don't worry, it won't bite," Kathleen said lightly. "Why don't you get used to it first?" she suggested.
Monica nodded in silent agreement, reaching out a shaking hand to touch it. The rubber felt surprisingly warm, and she grasped it firmly. "Never done anything like this before, either," she said, then surprised both of them by leaning down and licking her way up the faux shaft, then taking the tip into her mouth.
"Oh, sweet Jesus..." Kathleen muttered, eliciting a muffled giggle. "I'm ready," Monica said, letting go and laying back on the bed.
"This is going to hurt, at least for a minute," Kathleen warned. "But after that, it'll feel great." Monica nodded. Kathleen trailed the end of it over her pussylips, making her breath catch nervously. "Do you trust me?"
Monica smiled warmly. "With all my heart." Kathleen leaned down for a kiss. "You should probably do it fast," Monica admitted. "Otherwise, I- GAH!" Kathleen had taken advantage of her distracted state and pushed it in before she could tense up again, breaking her cherry. She held onto her girlfriend until her shaking subsided. "Are you all right, now?" she asked worriedly. "I've never actually been on this side of the equation, before."
There was a faint chuckle. "So it's both of our firsts. I like that. And yeah, I think I am."
"Good," Kathleen said as she began slowly sliding it in and out. She thought she finally understood where the phrase "tight as a virgin" had come from.
"Oh, my GOD..." Monica moaned, then groaned louder as Kathleen picked up speed. "That's... that's... OH! Oh, God, Kathy..." If she'd thought Monica going down on her was hot, Kathleen found it was nothing compared to the sound of her name on her girlfriend's lips as she heaved and bucked in wild abandon. Kathleen built up a steady rythem, and Monica moaned and cried out in counterpoint to every instroke and outstroke. She was also, Kathleen noticed, getting louder again. "Kathy, that's... oh, God... I... harder..."
Kathleen blinked, not sure she'd heard that right for a second. When she heard a "more", though, she put a little more energy into her lovemaking, and before long Monica was just making incoherent sounds of enjoyment. Despite the fact that she knew Monica would never have gone for it, part of her wished she could have videotaped this, or something, because this had to be the most perfect night, ever. And Monica looked so mind-blowingly hot below her, legs spread wide so Kathleen's faux member could penetrate her better.
Monica came, screaming at the top of her lungs. Based upon previous experience, Kathleen kept going, and sure enough, Monica screamed out, "OH, GOD, KATHY DON'T STOP!" Well, Kathleen mused, if there was anybody who didn't know we were a couple before, they sure as hell do now.
This was the most incredible thing Monica had ever experienced, and when the second orgasm hit before the first one had really been over, the world seemed to go away for a while as fireworks exploded in her brain, and throughout the rest of her body. When she came back to herself, the first thing she saw was a worried-looking Kathleen. "Mon? Are you all right?"
Her throat felt a bit sore, and she'd probably be embarrassed by how loud she'd been tomorrow, but right now... "I get to use that on you at some point in the future, right?" she asked lazily.
Kathleen sighed in relief, gratified that she hadn't actually killed her girlfriend, then chuckled. "Maybe not this one..." She'd taken it off while Monica had been insensate, evidently, because it was now on the floor while they cuddled in bed.
"You should probably put that away," Monica said, fighting down a yawn.
"And we should both probably move over to my bed," Kathleen told her. "Also, we're going to have to wash your sheets in the morning."
Monica just laughed softly at that. Kathleen actually had to help her stand and walk the short distance between their beds, she was so worn out. "Thank you, by the way," she said as Kathleen snuggled up next to her under the covers.
"For what?" Kathleen asked, pausing in the act of reaching for the light.
"For making it so special for me. For being so careful, and loving, and... perfect. And for just being you." She paused. "I love you, did you know that?"
Kathleen chuckled as she shut off the lights. "Actually, I think that may be the one thing you didn't scream."
Monica blushed, then, acting on a mischievous impulse, covered Kathleen's ears and screamed, as loud as she could, "OH, GOD, I LOVE YOU KATHY!"
Kathleen looked at her as if suspecting insanity, then began to laugh.
Holding each other, the two laughed themselves to sleep.
Fin.
I don't actually write smut much. I hope this was okay. :)
And yes, this does have an NC-17 rating.
"My feet are starting to hurt," Monica said quietly. The heels she was wearing were brand new, after all.
"You wanna go, now?" It was a bit more of a loaded question that usual, and Monica recognized that.
"...yeah. Yeah, I do. It's time." Both flushed a little, then held hands as they left the room. The drive back to their dorm was mostly silent, as was the walk up to their room. "Are you sure about this?" Kathleen asked. "Because I'm serious, there's no rush to-" Monica shut her up by the simple expedient of kissing her senseless. "I'm sure."
"...okay, then." She unlocked the door and let the two of them back inside. Monica sat down on her bed and gratefully kicked off her shoes. "Oh, that's so much better."
Kathleen chuckled. "I don't doubt it." She sat down next to Monica and mimicked her actions, then cuddled up against her. "Why me?" she asked. At Monica's confused look, she clarified, "Why would you choose me? Someone like you... you could have had anyone."
"I don't want anyone," Monica replied. "I want you." She would have been lying if she'd said she wasn't nervous, though.
Kathleen obviously picked up on that, because she leaned forward and kissed her, slowly and tenderly. "I've told you," she said between kisses. "We're not rushing. Just go as fast and as far as you're comfortable with."
"Okay." There was nothing that would stop her heart from beating like a drum, but it was from excitement, not fear. (Or at least, not just fear.) She and Kathleen had fooled around a little, so it wasn't as if she was freaked out by the mere idea of touching her girlfriend's body, or being touched in return. She let her hands stray to Kathleen's breasts, and was rewarded by a swift intake of breath. Using that to bolster her courage, she whispered, "Unzip me."
Mercifully, Kathleen didn't press her again to make sure she was certain. Getting up off the bed, she extended her hand and, after Monica took it, pulled her to her feet. Never once breaking eye contact, Kathleen reached around behind her and lowered the zipper. Once that was done, Monica allowed her dress to fall to the floor.
Since they were on the same team and had been for four years, it was hardly as if Kathleen had never seen her in a state of undress before. However, it was obvious that she definitely liked what she saw, which helped prop up Monica's self-esteem a little bit more. Kathleen had been reaching for her own zipper when Monica stopped her. Silently shaking her head, she unzipped her girlfriend herself, then felt her jaw drop just as the dress did.
Kathleen wasn't wearing anything under it. At all.
Taking a moment to recover - and stare unashamed at her girlfriend - she finally managed to smirk and say, "Oh, someone expected to be getting lucky tonight, then?"
"No!" Kathleen blushed. "But the dress provided plenty of support, and it was too tight for a bra." Monica looked at her waist. "Those are in my purse. I had to take them off when I went to the bathroom before, as they'd gotten a bit too damp to be comfortable." Her look told Monica just why that might have been.
The redhead blushed, but smiled, pleased to be able to provoke such a reaction. She then blinked as Kathleen lay down on her bed and gave her a seductive look. She didn't actually say anything... but then, she didn't need to. Her very naked girlfriend was laying there on her bed, bearing everything she had to offer.
Shaking a little with nervous excitement, Monica joined her. They kissed again, and Kathleen moved Monica's hands up to her breasts. It was different without a bra in the way, Monica found. Better, even. She played with a nipple and watched it harden in front of her eyes. Experimentally, she licked it.
Kathleen twitched as if electrocuted.
Emboldened, Monica did it again. And again. Then she started to suck at it.
Kathleen made a very intriguing noise somewhere between a moan and a purr.
Anxiety becoming overwhelmed by desire, Monica unhooked her own bra and tossed it aside, an open invitation for Kathleen to reciprocate.
Kathleen did not refuse that invitation. Monica was startled by the moan that came from her own throat as her girlfriend fondled and caressed her own, not inconsiderable breasts. She'd never really liked them in high school, because whatever boy she might have been talking to would, more often then not, end up staring at them, embarrassing her. But now...
Now that she lay there wearing nothing but her panties, on top of her completely naked girlfriend... Well, she was starting to see why they had fascinated them so. She was certainly captivated by Kathy's, she thought with some amusement as she switched to the other one, again eliciting that same noise. She paused just long enough to ask, "Bit sensitive there, are we?"
"Maybe a little," Kathleen agreed. To prove she wasn't the only one, she sat up, making Monica pull back until she was just sitting on Kathleen's legs, then lowered her head and gently latched onto one of Monica's breasts.
"Hrrngh!" No wonder all the stories on the various websites she'd been to in the past while trying to get an idea of what the hell she might one day do with Kathleen had included this. "Oh, I like that."
She could actually feel Kathleen grin. "Just wait," she said inbetween licks. "It gets better."
"But there's no rush..." Because this really did feel good.
Kathleen's chuckle proved that she understood, and she stayed right where she was, only stopping to switch off every now and then. The only other thing she did was, upon noticing Monica's hands fidgeting a bit, take hold of them and place them back on her own breasts.
Monica did get the hint, but the pleasurable sensations Kathleen was giving her distracted her enough that her own attentions were rather sporadic.
She quickly lost track of time, but she knew it must have been a while by the time Kathleen finally straightened up, then twisted out a crick in her back from being in one position for so long. "Think you're ready for more, yet?" Kathleen asked.
"More?" Monica asked blankly, trying to refocus. She took a deep breath as Kathleen smiled. The brunette took Monica's hand and trailed it down her stomach, to rest inbetween her legs. "Oh," Monica said stupidly (she thought), captivated by the slick wetness she found there. Me. I did that. Just me, she thought with wonder. She gently rubbed her fingers up and down the lips, noticing the shiver that caused Kathleen. Acting on an instinct she hadn't known was there, she slipped a finger inside, this time earning a moan.
Unfortunately, she really had no idea what to do next. Everything she'd ever read had vanished from her mind, which felt strangely blank. Kathleen pulled her close and kissed her, and Monica closed her eyes and just allowed herself to enjoy the sensation of their bare breasts rubbing together. She shifted position a little, causing her hand to move and pulling another moan out of Kathleen. Monica broke the kiss and looked at her sadly. "I'm not sure what to do," she admitted. Kathleen wouldn't laugh at her, at least, but she was sure to be disappointed...
"Neither did I, my first time," Kathleen said gently, reaching up to grab her chin up and making Monica look at her. "Want me to go first?" Monica just nodded, but the growing warm dampness on her leg told Kathleen that she was looking forward to it. She slid out from under Monica, who laid down on the bed. Gently and tenderly, Kathleen took hold of the edges of her panties and slid them down her legs, then dropped them to the floor. Monica felt her heart flutter, and immediately knew she was going to want Kathleen to do that again in the future. Indefinitely.
Kathleen surprised her by initiating another kiss, then planting a string of kisses along her neck, her collarbone, and each of her breasts in turn. Then she kissed her way slowly but surely down Monica's stomach, making her shiver in anticipation, until they finally reached the moment of truth. She felt the faintest of kisses on her clit and inhaled sharply. Kathleen started at the bottom and licked up her slit with aching slowness. Monica squirmed a bit, then again, when Kathleen repeated the maneuver, only faster. "Okay," Monica began, voice shaking a little. "I, uh, think I've got that."
"Oh, not quite," Kathleen replied wickedly, adding a little force to her next lick. Smiling to herself when she noted Monica's breathing pick up, she then pushed her tongue inside, eliciting a combination of gasp and moan. Monica subconsciously spread her legs wider in approval. Mentally grinning, Kathleen decided to show her what oral was really all about.
Monica squirmed, groaned, and shouted, the last of which made Kathleen vaguely worried that someone was going to hear them. Though the dorm would be fairly empty that night, at least. Which was good, because even though Monica's hips were beginning to buck in a familiar way, she wasn't even close to being done with her, yet. She added first one, then two fingers, then, when Monica started to thrash, began sucking on her clit.
This was all just too much for her, and Monica climaxed with a loud cry, then started groaning again, hips still bucking, and let loose with another worryingly loud shout. This time, though, she seemed to be done.
"Wow," Kathleen said as she tried to get her own breathing under control. "Multiple orgasms? I'm kind of jealous." Not to mention VERY turned on. That had been one of the hottest things she'd ever seen.
"Is that good?" Monica asked in a kind of daze. That had been the very first time ever that fingers other then her own had been inside her. She decided that she liked it. A lot.
"For you? Very." She grinned. "Which make it good for me, too."
"You know," Monica said, her heavy-lidded gaze making Kathleen's heart start to pound again. "I think I've got it, now."
"Well, I'll be the judge of that, young lady," Kathleen shot back, grin widening.
Monica's efforts were a bit clumsy and uncertain, but she quickly showed that she had been paying attention, and her efforts, combined with the fact that it was Monica doing this to her, sent Kathleen over the brink a little sooner then she would have liked. She consoled herself with the knowledge that this wasn't likely to be a one-time thing. "Did I do good?" Monica asked anxiously as Kathleen's nervous system finally ceased misfiring.
"Baby, you did fantastic," Kathleen told her with a lazy grin. "If I smoked, I'd sure as hell need a cigarette right now."
Monica's cheeks were already so flushed that it was impossible, for once, to tell whether she blushed or not. "So... that's it?"
"Well, that kind of depends on you," Kathleen replied, sitting up.
"Wha... oh." Monica froze as she thought, then nodded once. "Yes."
"Yes?"
"Yes."
"All right, then." Kathleen got up and, on moderately shaky legs, crossed the room to open the chest at the foot of her bed, removed the false bottom, and took an odd contraption out of it. It wasn't until she strapped it around her waist that Monica realized exactly what it was. "You've used that before?"
"A couple times," Kathleen admitted, sounding almost embarrassed. "Though not since that first kiss." She blushed as she added, "I figured we'd start with the small one."
"That's the small one?!" It had to measure a good seven inches in length. It also looked to be fairly... accurately shaped, she thought.
"Compared to the other two? Yeah."
Monica swallowed. "Okay. T-that's probably a good idea." Kathleen had walked back over to her, the strapped on dildo jutting out in front of her. Monica stared.
"Don't worry, it won't bite," Kathleen said lightly. "Why don't you get used to it first?" she suggested.
Monica nodded in silent agreement, reaching out a shaking hand to touch it. The rubber felt surprisingly warm, and she grasped it firmly. "Never done anything like this before, either," she said, then surprised both of them by leaning down and licking her way up the faux shaft, then taking the tip into her mouth.
"Oh, sweet Jesus..." Kathleen muttered, eliciting a muffled giggle. "I'm ready," Monica said, letting go and laying back on the bed.
"This is going to hurt, at least for a minute," Kathleen warned. "But after that, it'll feel great." Monica nodded. Kathleen trailed the end of it over her pussylips, making her breath catch nervously. "Do you trust me?"
Monica smiled warmly. "With all my heart." Kathleen leaned down for a kiss. "You should probably do it fast," Monica admitted. "Otherwise, I- GAH!" Kathleen had taken advantage of her distracted state and pushed it in before she could tense up again, breaking her cherry. She held onto her girlfriend until her shaking subsided. "Are you all right, now?" she asked worriedly. "I've never actually been on this side of the equation, before."
There was a faint chuckle. "So it's both of our firsts. I like that. And yeah, I think I am."
"Good," Kathleen said as she began slowly sliding it in and out. She thought she finally understood where the phrase "tight as a virgin" had come from.
"Oh, my GOD..." Monica moaned, then groaned louder as Kathleen picked up speed. "That's... that's... OH! Oh, God, Kathy..." If she'd thought Monica going down on her was hot, Kathleen found it was nothing compared to the sound of her name on her girlfriend's lips as she heaved and bucked in wild abandon. Kathleen built up a steady rythem, and Monica moaned and cried out in counterpoint to every instroke and outstroke. She was also, Kathleen noticed, getting louder again. "Kathy, that's... oh, God... I... harder..."
Kathleen blinked, not sure she'd heard that right for a second. When she heard a "more", though, she put a little more energy into her lovemaking, and before long Monica was just making incoherent sounds of enjoyment. Despite the fact that she knew Monica would never have gone for it, part of her wished she could have videotaped this, or something, because this had to be the most perfect night, ever. And Monica looked so mind-blowingly hot below her, legs spread wide so Kathleen's faux member could penetrate her better.
Monica came, screaming at the top of her lungs. Based upon previous experience, Kathleen kept going, and sure enough, Monica screamed out, "OH, GOD, KATHY DON'T STOP!" Well, Kathleen mused, if there was anybody who didn't know we were a couple before, they sure as hell do now.
This was the most incredible thing Monica had ever experienced, and when the second orgasm hit before the first one had really been over, the world seemed to go away for a while as fireworks exploded in her brain, and throughout the rest of her body. When she came back to herself, the first thing she saw was a worried-looking Kathleen. "Mon? Are you all right?"
Her throat felt a bit sore, and she'd probably be embarrassed by how loud she'd been tomorrow, but right now... "I get to use that on you at some point in the future, right?" she asked lazily.
Kathleen sighed in relief, gratified that she hadn't actually killed her girlfriend, then chuckled. "Maybe not this one..." She'd taken it off while Monica had been insensate, evidently, because it was now on the floor while they cuddled in bed.
"You should probably put that away," Monica said, fighting down a yawn.
"And we should both probably move over to my bed," Kathleen told her. "Also, we're going to have to wash your sheets in the morning."
Monica just laughed softly at that. Kathleen actually had to help her stand and walk the short distance between their beds, she was so worn out. "Thank you, by the way," she said as Kathleen snuggled up next to her under the covers.
"For what?" Kathleen asked, pausing in the act of reaching for the light.
"For making it so special for me. For being so careful, and loving, and... perfect. And for just being you." She paused. "I love you, did you know that?"
Kathleen chuckled as she shut off the lights. "Actually, I think that may be the one thing you didn't scream."
Monica blushed, then, acting on a mischievous impulse, covered Kathleen's ears and screamed, as loud as she could, "OH, GOD, I LOVE YOU KATHY!"
Kathleen looked at her as if suspecting insanity, then began to laugh.
Holding each other, the two laughed themselves to sleep.
Fin.
I don't actually write smut much. I hope this was okay. :)