New Part: 3 Drinks and It's All Your Lesbian Fault-NC17
Title: 3 Drinks and It's All Your Lesbian Fault
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Blis (Blake/Doris)
Fandom: Guiding Light
A/N: While this was originally a completed fic, I decided to add some more smut.
Summary: Doris insults Blake by calling her straight.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story.
Part 1: Read here.
Part 2: Read here.
Part 3: Behind the cut.
While Blake had enjoyed many lovers, she hadn’t opened herself up to many of them. She normally kept a tight lid on her insecurities, built from years of believing that she was damaged because she was Roger Thorpe’s daughter. Yet, she instinctively felt that she could trust her new lover with her innermost secrets. Her new lover…Blake pressed herself further into Doris’s embrace at the thought.
“Are you ok, Blake?” Doris’s voice was soft and tender without its usual edge. She’d been holding onto her for what had seemed like an eternity, caressing her arms and running her fingers through her hair, touching her lover’s face and her lips.
Blake smiled, shyly at first, and then gaining some confidence until her smile was accompanied by an impish gleam in her eyes. “I will be. After all, I have you all to myself the whole night, and I intend to make the most of it.”
“You do?” A look of disbelief crossed Doris’s face. She kept expecting her lover to run out of the room screaming, either because she couldn’t handle being with a woman or because she couldn’t handle being with her.
“Oh, yes. I intend to have every inch of your body memorized by morning,” Blake looked her over with an approving eye. “To think, all those years you worked with Ross, and I thought you hated me.”
“You thought I hated you?”
Blake nodded, “I wouldn’t blame you. Most people did, even my own mother.”
“But why would you think I hated you?” Doris sounded a little hurt.
“You never invited us over. You didn’t ever seem to want to be in the same room with me. You even went after my job as mayor.” Blake shrugged.
Doris blinked, “That was a time in my life when I thought power was more important than anything, and keeping people at arm’s length, well, that was a necessity. I guess I never stopped to think about how other people saw me.”
“What changed?”
Doris took a deep breath. Honesty was not her strong suit, but if she was ever going to have a chance at love, she’d have to start trusting someone sometime. Still, could she trust Blake, the former Springfield blogger? Ok, that wasn’t really fair; she’d made plenty of her own mistakes, and she’d learned from them. People could change. She knew that firsthand. She finally made her decision and replied, “A combination of things, really. My daughter shooting Alan because she loved me so much; the look on Olivia’s face when she came into my office to ream me out over my ‘my two mommies’ press conference. I guess I just realized that the top is a lonely place to be, and that there were more important things in life.”
“Like getting women drunk and luring them into your bed?” Blake teased, unable to stay serious for too long.
“Sweetheart, you got yourself drunk, and you lured me into bed.”
“Yes, but that’s not nearly as romantic,” Blake declared. “You certainly weren’t that unwilling.”
“Like I’m going to refuse a gorgeous woman even if she is straight and a bit tipsy and likely to regret it in the morning; I’m not dead or married.”
Blake looked taken aback at the mayor’s words. “Did you just call me straight?”
“Why, yes, I believe I did.”
“Just because I’m not as experienced as you are doesn’t make me straight.”
“Were you or were you not married to Ross Marler?” Doris said with a twinkle in her eyes.
“Were you or were you not married to Alan Spaulding?” Blake countered.
“You’re comparing apples to oranges. My marriage was a business arrangement; I barely even kissed the man. Your marriage to Ross on the other hand lasted significantly longer, and you couldn’t keep your hands off of him in public.”
“Ross had many feminine qualities; in many ways, it was like being married to a woman except with the wrong parts. But that’s beside the point. I’m not married anymore, and I’m not going to regret being with you,” Blake sealed her statement with a kiss.
“You’re sure?”
Blake didn’t respond verbally, instead gently outlining Doris’s lips with her fingers, permitting them to enter Doris’s mouth briefly before planting light, teasing kisses on her lover’s lips. She gradually lured Doris’s lips apart, allowing their kisses to become deeper and more primal with each touch. She felt Doris’s hands exploring her body, caressing her arms, stomach and breasts with growing urgency. She whispered in Doris’s ear, “My turn. You promised.”
Recalling her prior vow and recognizing its importance to Blake, Doris let her hands fall to her sides in an effort to relinquish control, allowing herself to give in fully to the sensations triggered by Blake’s tender exploration. A moan escaped her lips as she felt Blake start to kiss every inch of her torso, slowly and methodically identifying sensitive areas to give them closer attention. She whimpered while Blake’s hands enveloped her tender breasts, yearning for the feel of warm lips against her hardened nipples. She fought the urge to take over; her impatience a result of her long-suppressed sexual desires, and her level of arousal was almost more than she could bear. Just when she thought she was ready to explode, she was rewarded by the moist warmth she so desperately craved, reveling in the sensations as her lover alternated between suckling and teasing her nipples with her tongue. She sighed appreciatively as Blake tended to each of her breasts with the same care she’d given to the rest of her upper body, finally pulling her back up to reclaim her lips in a passionate kiss.
Blake returned the kiss with equal fervor, allowing their tongues to merge together while she deftly moved her hand down her lover’s body to feel her arousal. She was pleasantly surprised when her fingers touched moisture. Her heart raced with excitement as she pushed her fingers inside the folds. If she’d known before how it felt to be inside another woman, she’d have explored that aspect of her sexuality a long time ago. As Blake’s hand brushed against her lover’s enlarged clitoris, she felt Doris’s legs instinctively widen to give her easier access. She turned her head to break free from the kiss and said softly in Doris’s ear, “I want to taste you.”
Doris’s nod was accompanied by a low murmur, having lost her ability to communicate verbally. She allowed herself for a moment to believe that this wasn’t a one night stand, and that the attractive woman now moving down her body would choose to stay with her, and maybe someday even love her. In that moment, she let down her defenses, briefly allowing Blake to see the woman beneath the rough exterior. She decided that just for one night, she wanted to live her own lesbian fairytale.
“You’re so beautiful,” Blake said as she met Doris’s gaze. She sensed that Doris still needed reassurance, and as she ran her free hand over Doris’s thighs, she spoke firmly, “I’m not going anywhere.”
Doris smiled. The more she heard the words, the more she believed her, and the more she allowed herself to enjoy the intimacy. She let her inner muscles relax as Blake gently removed her fingers from her core, and she bit her lip as she felt Blake replace those fingers with her tongue. The tongue strokes were tentative at first, but then grew steadier and deeper, and she raised her hips to heighten the contact. As the unrelenting, tender and thorough strokes assailed her senses, explosive currents rushed through her body, continually gaining momentum until she felt sure she was going to burst. She held onto Blake’s head for dear life as she shuddered in ecstasy, her orgasm pulsing throughout her body, finally leaving her, as Blake so quaintly put it earlier, a pile of mush.
Blake moved up to meet Doris’s mouth in a clearly self-satisfied kiss, and proceeded to snuggle close to her under the blanket. “Still think I’m straight?”
Doris gently touched Blake’s cheek before she responded, “I don’t know, but I’d love it if you’d convince me otherwise for the rest of our lives.”
“Why, Doris Wolfe, I believe I’m going to accept that invitation,” Blake had a twinkle in her eye. “Clarissa and I can be moved in by next week.”
“How about we wait until the end of my term as mayor? Unless of course you have the desire to be tabloid fodder,” Doris countered.
Blake cringed as she remembered coming home to find a poster with the word ‘whore’ plastered all over it and how she guilty she’d felt when she’d caused Ross to lose his Senate seat. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt Doris in that same way. Still, she wasn’t going to give her lover a reason to think she’d changed her mind due to being ashamed of her, not when she’d worked so hard to prove otherwise. She chose her words carefully, and used a flirtatious tone, “I suppose I could be persuaded to wait. Do you have your opening arguments prepared?”
“Absolutely,” Doris was inwardly relieved. She wasn’t sure she was ready for the whole world to weigh in on her relationship; she wasn’t even sure she was ready to tell Olivia. She wanted to keep Blake to herself a little while longer. She said tenderly, “You’re so beautiful.”
Blake looked lovingly back at her. “How did I ever get so lucky?”
“I was just wondering the same thing.” Doris smiled.
Blake smiled back, “Aw, that’s so sweet. I’m the black sheep though; everyone loves you.”
“Very few people know me. You don’t care what other people think. I admire that,” Doris admitted.
“Oh, I care. I just deal with it differently, usually in some self-destructive, impulsive way.” Blake giggled nervously.
“Like tonight?”
Blake shook her head, “Being with an attractive, smart, witty, single woman who is a dynamo in bed, definitely not self-destructive; impulsive, maybe, but not self-destructive.”
“Good,” Doris kissed her gently, and she sighed in contentment as they settled back on the bed and fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Blis (Blake/Doris)
Fandom: Guiding Light
A/N: While this was originally a completed fic, I decided to add some more smut.
Summary: Doris insults Blake by calling her straight.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story.
Part 1: Read here.
Part 2: Read here.
Part 3: Behind the cut.
While Blake had enjoyed many lovers, she hadn’t opened herself up to many of them. She normally kept a tight lid on her insecurities, built from years of believing that she was damaged because she was Roger Thorpe’s daughter. Yet, she instinctively felt that she could trust her new lover with her innermost secrets. Her new lover…Blake pressed herself further into Doris’s embrace at the thought.
“Are you ok, Blake?” Doris’s voice was soft and tender without its usual edge. She’d been holding onto her for what had seemed like an eternity, caressing her arms and running her fingers through her hair, touching her lover’s face and her lips.
Blake smiled, shyly at first, and then gaining some confidence until her smile was accompanied by an impish gleam in her eyes. “I will be. After all, I have you all to myself the whole night, and I intend to make the most of it.”
“You do?” A look of disbelief crossed Doris’s face. She kept expecting her lover to run out of the room screaming, either because she couldn’t handle being with a woman or because she couldn’t handle being with her.
“Oh, yes. I intend to have every inch of your body memorized by morning,” Blake looked her over with an approving eye. “To think, all those years you worked with Ross, and I thought you hated me.”
“You thought I hated you?”
Blake nodded, “I wouldn’t blame you. Most people did, even my own mother.”
“But why would you think I hated you?” Doris sounded a little hurt.
“You never invited us over. You didn’t ever seem to want to be in the same room with me. You even went after my job as mayor.” Blake shrugged.
Doris blinked, “That was a time in my life when I thought power was more important than anything, and keeping people at arm’s length, well, that was a necessity. I guess I never stopped to think about how other people saw me.”
“What changed?”
Doris took a deep breath. Honesty was not her strong suit, but if she was ever going to have a chance at love, she’d have to start trusting someone sometime. Still, could she trust Blake, the former Springfield blogger? Ok, that wasn’t really fair; she’d made plenty of her own mistakes, and she’d learned from them. People could change. She knew that firsthand. She finally made her decision and replied, “A combination of things, really. My daughter shooting Alan because she loved me so much; the look on Olivia’s face when she came into my office to ream me out over my ‘my two mommies’ press conference. I guess I just realized that the top is a lonely place to be, and that there were more important things in life.”
“Like getting women drunk and luring them into your bed?” Blake teased, unable to stay serious for too long.
“Sweetheart, you got yourself drunk, and you lured me into bed.”
“Yes, but that’s not nearly as romantic,” Blake declared. “You certainly weren’t that unwilling.”
“Like I’m going to refuse a gorgeous woman even if she is straight and a bit tipsy and likely to regret it in the morning; I’m not dead or married.”
Blake looked taken aback at the mayor’s words. “Did you just call me straight?”
“Why, yes, I believe I did.”
“Just because I’m not as experienced as you are doesn’t make me straight.”
“Were you or were you not married to Ross Marler?” Doris said with a twinkle in her eyes.
“Were you or were you not married to Alan Spaulding?” Blake countered.
“You’re comparing apples to oranges. My marriage was a business arrangement; I barely even kissed the man. Your marriage to Ross on the other hand lasted significantly longer, and you couldn’t keep your hands off of him in public.”
“Ross had many feminine qualities; in many ways, it was like being married to a woman except with the wrong parts. But that’s beside the point. I’m not married anymore, and I’m not going to regret being with you,” Blake sealed her statement with a kiss.
“You’re sure?”
Blake didn’t respond verbally, instead gently outlining Doris’s lips with her fingers, permitting them to enter Doris’s mouth briefly before planting light, teasing kisses on her lover’s lips. She gradually lured Doris’s lips apart, allowing their kisses to become deeper and more primal with each touch. She felt Doris’s hands exploring her body, caressing her arms, stomach and breasts with growing urgency. She whispered in Doris’s ear, “My turn. You promised.”
Recalling her prior vow and recognizing its importance to Blake, Doris let her hands fall to her sides in an effort to relinquish control, allowing herself to give in fully to the sensations triggered by Blake’s tender exploration. A moan escaped her lips as she felt Blake start to kiss every inch of her torso, slowly and methodically identifying sensitive areas to give them closer attention. She whimpered while Blake’s hands enveloped her tender breasts, yearning for the feel of warm lips against her hardened nipples. She fought the urge to take over; her impatience a result of her long-suppressed sexual desires, and her level of arousal was almost more than she could bear. Just when she thought she was ready to explode, she was rewarded by the moist warmth she so desperately craved, reveling in the sensations as her lover alternated between suckling and teasing her nipples with her tongue. She sighed appreciatively as Blake tended to each of her breasts with the same care she’d given to the rest of her upper body, finally pulling her back up to reclaim her lips in a passionate kiss.
Blake returned the kiss with equal fervor, allowing their tongues to merge together while she deftly moved her hand down her lover’s body to feel her arousal. She was pleasantly surprised when her fingers touched moisture. Her heart raced with excitement as she pushed her fingers inside the folds. If she’d known before how it felt to be inside another woman, she’d have explored that aspect of her sexuality a long time ago. As Blake’s hand brushed against her lover’s enlarged clitoris, she felt Doris’s legs instinctively widen to give her easier access. She turned her head to break free from the kiss and said softly in Doris’s ear, “I want to taste you.”
Doris’s nod was accompanied by a low murmur, having lost her ability to communicate verbally. She allowed herself for a moment to believe that this wasn’t a one night stand, and that the attractive woman now moving down her body would choose to stay with her, and maybe someday even love her. In that moment, she let down her defenses, briefly allowing Blake to see the woman beneath the rough exterior. She decided that just for one night, she wanted to live her own lesbian fairytale.
“You’re so beautiful,” Blake said as she met Doris’s gaze. She sensed that Doris still needed reassurance, and as she ran her free hand over Doris’s thighs, she spoke firmly, “I’m not going anywhere.”
Doris smiled. The more she heard the words, the more she believed her, and the more she allowed herself to enjoy the intimacy. She let her inner muscles relax as Blake gently removed her fingers from her core, and she bit her lip as she felt Blake replace those fingers with her tongue. The tongue strokes were tentative at first, but then grew steadier and deeper, and she raised her hips to heighten the contact. As the unrelenting, tender and thorough strokes assailed her senses, explosive currents rushed through her body, continually gaining momentum until she felt sure she was going to burst. She held onto Blake’s head for dear life as she shuddered in ecstasy, her orgasm pulsing throughout her body, finally leaving her, as Blake so quaintly put it earlier, a pile of mush.
Blake moved up to meet Doris’s mouth in a clearly self-satisfied kiss, and proceeded to snuggle close to her under the blanket. “Still think I’m straight?”
Doris gently touched Blake’s cheek before she responded, “I don’t know, but I’d love it if you’d convince me otherwise for the rest of our lives.”
“Why, Doris Wolfe, I believe I’m going to accept that invitation,” Blake had a twinkle in her eye. “Clarissa and I can be moved in by next week.”
“How about we wait until the end of my term as mayor? Unless of course you have the desire to be tabloid fodder,” Doris countered.
Blake cringed as she remembered coming home to find a poster with the word ‘whore’ plastered all over it and how she guilty she’d felt when she’d caused Ross to lose his Senate seat. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt Doris in that same way. Still, she wasn’t going to give her lover a reason to think she’d changed her mind due to being ashamed of her, not when she’d worked so hard to prove otherwise. She chose her words carefully, and used a flirtatious tone, “I suppose I could be persuaded to wait. Do you have your opening arguments prepared?”
“Absolutely,” Doris was inwardly relieved. She wasn’t sure she was ready for the whole world to weigh in on her relationship; she wasn’t even sure she was ready to tell Olivia. She wanted to keep Blake to herself a little while longer. She said tenderly, “You’re so beautiful.”
Blake looked lovingly back at her. “How did I ever get so lucky?”
“I was just wondering the same thing.” Doris smiled.
Blake smiled back, “Aw, that’s so sweet. I’m the black sheep though; everyone loves you.”
“Very few people know me. You don’t care what other people think. I admire that,” Doris admitted.
“Oh, I care. I just deal with it differently, usually in some self-destructive, impulsive way.” Blake giggled nervously.
“Like tonight?”
Blake shook her head, “Being with an attractive, smart, witty, single woman who is a dynamo in bed, definitely not self-destructive; impulsive, maybe, but not self-destructive.”
“Good,” Doris kissed her gently, and she sighed in contentment as they settled back on the bed and fell asleep in each other’s arms.