This Don't Even Feel Like Falling (Part 11)
Title: This Don't Even Feel Like Falling (Part 11)
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 1035 words
Summary: Samantha used to dread visits to the gym, but she's starting to reconsider.
Rating: Mature. More sexy time.
Disclaimer: This is not real.
Samantha's clothes stick to her instantly, not so easy to take off when they're waterlogged. Still, she pulls them anxiously away and tosses them poolside. Her body reacts instantly to the warmth with a pleasant shiver. She dunks her head under the water and comes back out, hair slicked back and her eye sight foggy.
Lindsay is nowhere to be seen. She spins around, worried for a moment that she's been abandoned. A swirling beneath her makes her look and she finds a body gliding gracefully between her ankles. The girl emerges, shaking water from her face and smiling with her eyes still shut.
"Aren't you even a little worried we'll get caught?" Samantha says, wading to the pool's edge and resting her elbows behind her. She's normally much more highstrung in public but with Lindsay, her body language shows how comfortable she is in her own skin.
Lindsay swims closer, her movements sending gentle wave vibrations through the water. She grabs the cement ledge behind Samantha and rubs the girl's leg with her foot.
She shrugs. "Of course. But that's what excites me about it," she says, stressing the word 'excite' with a sultry tone.
She momentarily lets her foot rub against Samantha's upper thigh. "Being somewhere I shouldn't be."
She pushes off from the ledge and floats on her back. "With someone I shouldn't want.
Samantha watches her as she moves, barely bending her limbs. It's as though she's above the water, defying all rules. As her own rule, Samantha tries to avoid getting caught up with bad girls but now she wonders why. In fact, this girl has done nothing but change her life for the better.
Both girls swim around for a while, playing a leisurely game of cat and mouse. Finally, Samantha corners Lindsay against a semi-submerged ladder.
Lindsay holds onto both metal poles and Samantha places her hands just above. Still leaving an uncomfortably large distance between them, Samantha looks curiously into the girl's murky green eyes.
"Why shouldn't you want me?" Samantha asks.
"Because you're incredible," Lindsay answers matter-of-factly.
Samantha is confused but waits patiently for elaboration.
"You're thoughtful. You're talented. You're smart. You're funny. You have the warmest brown eyes and long eyelashes I'd pay money to have. You've got the cutest smile," she says, affectionately pinching Samantha's cheeks. "And you respect me."
Samantha slowly closes the gap between them, never breaking her stare.
"So what's wrong then?"
"Nothing," Lindsay says, glancing down at the water and then back to Samantha's face. "That's just it - you're too good to be true."
Samantha leans forward and kisses the girl. Their lips barely touch but the undeniable chemistry between them makes it seem much deeper. She moves, then, to Lindsay's earlobe. She bites it gently, whispering, "I'll make you a believer."
Lindsay lets out a throaty laugh as she lowers herself onto one of the plastic ladder rungs below her. She uses her feet to bring Samantha closer to her, and uses one hand to bring them face to face once again.
Their mouths collide, both warm and hungry. Tongues battle back and forth. They taste salty and clean as they compete for space.
Samantha's hands run along Lindsay's body - around her back, down her stomach and along her thighs. They follow a mental roadmap - she's memorized every inch of the girl's skin. She knows where to touch, just how to touch it and manipulates this knowledge at every chance.
She finds the right spot immediately and taps her finger gently against it, then circles it. Lindsay breaths along with the rhythm and gasps suddenly when the pressure is taken away.
Samantha traces a fingertip down the girl's thigh to her knee and slowly back up again, creating suspense and tension. Lindsay's legs wrap around her waist and pull her swiftly forward, their bodies crashing together.
The DJ uses lack of gravity and her long, precise fingers to her advantage and continues making circles. In a way, this is a lot like spinning records - it's something she loves to do and the result is always beautiful music.
Lindsay's moans become impatient, her mouth pressed to Samantha's neck. She bites down gently with every intention of leaving a mark.
Just like she knows every curve and bump on the freckled girl's body, Samantha can tell by the sounds she makes just how close she is to climax. She slows down a little, trying to prolong the moment of ecstasy when a heavy door flies open.
An immense man steps inside, taking a moment to realize he's not alone and then he shouts. "Hey! You're not supposed to be in here!"
Without a thought, the two jump from the water and sprint out the closest exit, only Lindsay's towel and Samantha's gym bag in tow.
They find themselves in an empty hallway, both walls made of clear glass. Samantha spots her car and a few people in the parking lot. With adrenaline still surging through her veins, she tries to cover herself with her gym bag, grabs Lindsay by the hand and makes a run for the vehicle.
Not bothering to put on her seatbelt or find something to wear, she speeds off into traffic. Her house is mere blocks away and she's afraid that if she stops - even for a moment - her heart may explode with mortifying embarrassment.
She pulls her car into the driveway on an angle, and quickly powers off. In her backseat is a jacket which she uses to cover up until she can get inside. Never before has she been so thankful to have neighbours that aren't nosy.
Lindsay follows her inside, wrapped tightly in a wet towel. As Samantha begins to come down from her adrenaline high, she finally finds herself able to speak.
"I'll find you something to wear and then take you home once my heart goes back into my chest," she says, hanging up her jacket.
From behind her, Lindsay clears her throat. Samantha gives her a questioning look.
"I believe we were in the middle of something when we were so rudely interrupted. And I, for one, don't plan on going anywhere until it's finished."
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 1035 words
Summary: Samantha used to dread visits to the gym, but she's starting to reconsider.
Rating: Mature. More sexy time.
Disclaimer: This is not real.
Samantha's clothes stick to her instantly, not so easy to take off when they're waterlogged. Still, she pulls them anxiously away and tosses them poolside. Her body reacts instantly to the warmth with a pleasant shiver. She dunks her head under the water and comes back out, hair slicked back and her eye sight foggy.
Lindsay is nowhere to be seen. She spins around, worried for a moment that she's been abandoned. A swirling beneath her makes her look and she finds a body gliding gracefully between her ankles. The girl emerges, shaking water from her face and smiling with her eyes still shut.
"Aren't you even a little worried we'll get caught?" Samantha says, wading to the pool's edge and resting her elbows behind her. She's normally much more highstrung in public but with Lindsay, her body language shows how comfortable she is in her own skin.
Lindsay swims closer, her movements sending gentle wave vibrations through the water. She grabs the cement ledge behind Samantha and rubs the girl's leg with her foot.
She shrugs. "Of course. But that's what excites me about it," she says, stressing the word 'excite' with a sultry tone.
She momentarily lets her foot rub against Samantha's upper thigh. "Being somewhere I shouldn't be."
She pushes off from the ledge and floats on her back. "With someone I shouldn't want.
Samantha watches her as she moves, barely bending her limbs. It's as though she's above the water, defying all rules. As her own rule, Samantha tries to avoid getting caught up with bad girls but now she wonders why. In fact, this girl has done nothing but change her life for the better.
Both girls swim around for a while, playing a leisurely game of cat and mouse. Finally, Samantha corners Lindsay against a semi-submerged ladder.
Lindsay holds onto both metal poles and Samantha places her hands just above. Still leaving an uncomfortably large distance between them, Samantha looks curiously into the girl's murky green eyes.
"Why shouldn't you want me?" Samantha asks.
"Because you're incredible," Lindsay answers matter-of-factly.
Samantha is confused but waits patiently for elaboration.
"You're thoughtful. You're talented. You're smart. You're funny. You have the warmest brown eyes and long eyelashes I'd pay money to have. You've got the cutest smile," she says, affectionately pinching Samantha's cheeks. "And you respect me."
Samantha slowly closes the gap between them, never breaking her stare.
"So what's wrong then?"
"Nothing," Lindsay says, glancing down at the water and then back to Samantha's face. "That's just it - you're too good to be true."
Samantha leans forward and kisses the girl. Their lips barely touch but the undeniable chemistry between them makes it seem much deeper. She moves, then, to Lindsay's earlobe. She bites it gently, whispering, "I'll make you a believer."
Lindsay lets out a throaty laugh as she lowers herself onto one of the plastic ladder rungs below her. She uses her feet to bring Samantha closer to her, and uses one hand to bring them face to face once again.
Their mouths collide, both warm and hungry. Tongues battle back and forth. They taste salty and clean as they compete for space.
Samantha's hands run along Lindsay's body - around her back, down her stomach and along her thighs. They follow a mental roadmap - she's memorized every inch of the girl's skin. She knows where to touch, just how to touch it and manipulates this knowledge at every chance.
She finds the right spot immediately and taps her finger gently against it, then circles it. Lindsay breaths along with the rhythm and gasps suddenly when the pressure is taken away.
Samantha traces a fingertip down the girl's thigh to her knee and slowly back up again, creating suspense and tension. Lindsay's legs wrap around her waist and pull her swiftly forward, their bodies crashing together.
The DJ uses lack of gravity and her long, precise fingers to her advantage and continues making circles. In a way, this is a lot like spinning records - it's something she loves to do and the result is always beautiful music.
Lindsay's moans become impatient, her mouth pressed to Samantha's neck. She bites down gently with every intention of leaving a mark.
Just like she knows every curve and bump on the freckled girl's body, Samantha can tell by the sounds she makes just how close she is to climax. She slows down a little, trying to prolong the moment of ecstasy when a heavy door flies open.
An immense man steps inside, taking a moment to realize he's not alone and then he shouts. "Hey! You're not supposed to be in here!"
Without a thought, the two jump from the water and sprint out the closest exit, only Lindsay's towel and Samantha's gym bag in tow.
They find themselves in an empty hallway, both walls made of clear glass. Samantha spots her car and a few people in the parking lot. With adrenaline still surging through her veins, she tries to cover herself with her gym bag, grabs Lindsay by the hand and makes a run for the vehicle.
Not bothering to put on her seatbelt or find something to wear, she speeds off into traffic. Her house is mere blocks away and she's afraid that if she stops - even for a moment - her heart may explode with mortifying embarrassment.
She pulls her car into the driveway on an angle, and quickly powers off. In her backseat is a jacket which she uses to cover up until she can get inside. Never before has she been so thankful to have neighbours that aren't nosy.
Lindsay follows her inside, wrapped tightly in a wet towel. As Samantha begins to come down from her adrenaline high, she finally finds herself able to speak.
"I'll find you something to wear and then take you home once my heart goes back into my chest," she says, hanging up her jacket.
From behind her, Lindsay clears her throat. Samantha gives her a questioning look.
"I believe we were in the middle of something when we were so rudely interrupted. And I, for one, don't plan on going anywhere until it's finished."