Edge of Seventeen (Part 6)
Title: Edge of Seventeen (Part 6)
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 1211 words
Summary: A chance encounter leading to a chance romance.
Rating: PG-13.
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta'd by csifreak90
Lindsay smiles, waiting for Samantha to make the first move this time. The older woman places both hands below her jaw and pulls her face closer. Even her eyes are smiling as their lips press together, first gently and gradually becoming more urgent.
Reaching around the older woman, Lindsay turns the knob to lock the door, her mouth turning up into a sly grin. Her hands linger at the door for a moment before finding a home on Samantha’s lower back. She slides a finger into one of the girl’s belt loops, pulling her as close as is physically possible.
For the moment she’s forgotten about pizza; forgotten about her guests; forgotten her mother. She’s even forgotten it’s her birthday - her favourite day of the entire year.
Her mind is boggled. She can hardly believe just last night she was fighting to hold back tears as Samantha drove away. She was unsure if she would even see the girl again.
But now is not the time to think about it. Every problem she has ever needed a solution for she has found it in this kiss; in this woman’s arms.
She never imagined that at 18 she would find herself falling for another woman. But more than anything else in her life, this makes sense.
She slides her free hand just below the top seam of Samantha’s jeans, gently caressing the skin beneath. Her finger grazes slightly raised skin: a tattoo. She smiles wondering where else there may be hidden ink.
Her hand ventures just slightly further, grabbing skin as it does. Samantha makes a subtle sound sending shivers down Lindsay’s spine.
The older woman pulls away to catch her breath just long enough to have Lindsay lunging at her for more. Her hands move from the girl’s face and down her neck, gently rubbing her collarbone.
Lindsay firmly presses her hips forward and into Samantha’s as she stands on her tiptoes. The friction causes both girls to moan at identical times.
She slides her hands back up and carefully beneath the soft material of Samantha’s sweater and her tank top. There’s something sweet about running her fingers along a woman’s back and she doesn’t want to stop. Only when she’s reached Samantha’s shoulders does she, unable to go any further.
Samantha takes this opportunity to move her own hands around the younger girl’s waist. They stay there just long enough before finding their way to the redhead’s perfectly sculpted ass, covered only by a pair of short-shorts.
Samantha’s mouth opens slightly, as though she would moan if her mouth weren’t occupied. She squeezes firmly, lifting the girl momentarily from the ground.
She then slides her hands beneath the bottom seams, plush but muscular tissue pressed between her thumbs and index fingers.
Her lips are still parted breathlessly; she feels Lindsay’s tongue teasing its way inside, flicking gently behind her teeth and against the insides of her cheeks. She begins to respond, her tongue wrapping around the girl’s, when she hears whispering voices outside the door.
“Where’s Linds? Her mom said she would be right out.”
The doorknob wiggles behind Samantha. With adequate force, she pushes Lindsay’s face from her own, both hesitant to also separate their lips.
The voices continue and then fade before Samantha speaks.
“We really…we need to stop,” she says, her mouth dry and her lips numb.
Lindsay lets out an exaggerated sigh, pulling her hands from inside the woman’s shirt and places them firmly on her own hips. Samantha lets her hands drop lifelessly to her sides.
“You’re a tease, you know?” Lindsay says, pouting as she affectionately hits Samantha on the arm.
“It’s your birthday. I’m sure you don’t want to spend it locked up in your room.”
Lindsay smiles and rests her body weight against the woman’s. “With you? Gladly.”
Samantha returns the smile, shaking her head. She leans forward, moving the girl with her. “I’m hungry. Let’s go.”
Lindsay narrows her eyes but complies, unlocking and opening the door. As they exit, she adjusts her shorts that seem to have ridden up. She walks slowly down the hallway, keeping Samantha close behind.
When they reach the kitchen, all of Lindsay’s party guests swarm her with well wishes and polite embraces.
Samantha uses this opportunity to disappear into the shadows and step out for a cigarette.
She grabs a lighter from her car and sits in the passenger’s seat, door wide open. Resting her head against the leather seat cover, she yawns and realizes she’s still tired from her interrupted sleep in the car. The adrenaline has worn off - now she’s ready for a nap.
As she puffs away at her cigarette, she thinks about the chance that she’d have Lindsay undressed by now if things had continued.
She laughs to herself, embarrassed and a little regretful. A huge percentage of the world’s men - and certainly some women as well - would give anything to be in the position she was in minutes earlier and she walked away from it.
It’s not like she wanted to - and it was hardly an easy thing to do - but she knew the girl had a house full of guests, waiting to celebrate her special day. But in any other circumstance, Samantha knows she would have had a hard time dragging herself away from a girl so beautiful - and so willing - as Lindsay.
The front door opens and Samantha can hear girls giggling. Several of them emerge from the house and light up cigarettes on the sidewalk beside the Porsche. For the most part, they ignore - all except a pretty brunette who occasionally gives her a curious glance.
When the others go inside, the brunette stays, promising she’ll be in soon. At first she says nothing, simply stands and flicks her cigarette.
“Nice car,” she finally says, looking directly at Samantha and not the Porsche at all.
“Thanks.” Samantha stomps out her cigarette as she stands up and closes the car door.
“You’re Samantha, right?”
“That’s what they call me,” the DJ responds, trying to be witty. The brunette is not impressed.
“Lindsay likes you.” Samantha nods, tucking her hands in her pockets. “I mean, she really likes you.”
Samantha smiles to herself. “Well, I really like her too.”
The brunette glares, disgusted. “Lindsay’s not gay,” the girl says as if trying to convince not only Samantha of the fact but also herself.
Samantha shrugs, looking the girl in the eye. “Forgive me for being presumptuous but I think we should let her make that decision.”
The girl looks taken aback. She struggles to come up with a clever come back when Lindsay’s head pokes out from behind the front door.
“Hey,” she shouts, looking straight at Samantha. “We’re just about to have cake. I was wondering where you ran off to.”
Samantha bows her head as she walks past the still angry brunette and joins Lindsay at the door.
“You met Britt, did you?” Lindsay asks, leaning against Samantha shoulder as she follows her inside.
“Yeah, who is she?” Samantha’s voice is cool.
“My best friend. I can’t wait for you two to hang out. You’re going to get along great.
As they step into the kitchen once again, Samantha feels her stomach turn uncomfortably. “I’m sure.”
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 1211 words
Summary: A chance encounter leading to a chance romance.
Rating: PG-13.
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta'd by csifreak90
Lindsay smiles, waiting for Samantha to make the first move this time. The older woman places both hands below her jaw and pulls her face closer. Even her eyes are smiling as their lips press together, first gently and gradually becoming more urgent.
Reaching around the older woman, Lindsay turns the knob to lock the door, her mouth turning up into a sly grin. Her hands linger at the door for a moment before finding a home on Samantha’s lower back. She slides a finger into one of the girl’s belt loops, pulling her as close as is physically possible.
For the moment she’s forgotten about pizza; forgotten about her guests; forgotten her mother. She’s even forgotten it’s her birthday - her favourite day of the entire year.
Her mind is boggled. She can hardly believe just last night she was fighting to hold back tears as Samantha drove away. She was unsure if she would even see the girl again.
But now is not the time to think about it. Every problem she has ever needed a solution for she has found it in this kiss; in this woman’s arms.
She never imagined that at 18 she would find herself falling for another woman. But more than anything else in her life, this makes sense.
She slides her free hand just below the top seam of Samantha’s jeans, gently caressing the skin beneath. Her finger grazes slightly raised skin: a tattoo. She smiles wondering where else there may be hidden ink.
Her hand ventures just slightly further, grabbing skin as it does. Samantha makes a subtle sound sending shivers down Lindsay’s spine.
The older woman pulls away to catch her breath just long enough to have Lindsay lunging at her for more. Her hands move from the girl’s face and down her neck, gently rubbing her collarbone.
Lindsay firmly presses her hips forward and into Samantha’s as she stands on her tiptoes. The friction causes both girls to moan at identical times.
She slides her hands back up and carefully beneath the soft material of Samantha’s sweater and her tank top. There’s something sweet about running her fingers along a woman’s back and she doesn’t want to stop. Only when she’s reached Samantha’s shoulders does she, unable to go any further.
Samantha takes this opportunity to move her own hands around the younger girl’s waist. They stay there just long enough before finding their way to the redhead’s perfectly sculpted ass, covered only by a pair of short-shorts.
Samantha’s mouth opens slightly, as though she would moan if her mouth weren’t occupied. She squeezes firmly, lifting the girl momentarily from the ground.
She then slides her hands beneath the bottom seams, plush but muscular tissue pressed between her thumbs and index fingers.
Her lips are still parted breathlessly; she feels Lindsay’s tongue teasing its way inside, flicking gently behind her teeth and against the insides of her cheeks. She begins to respond, her tongue wrapping around the girl’s, when she hears whispering voices outside the door.
“Where’s Linds? Her mom said she would be right out.”
The doorknob wiggles behind Samantha. With adequate force, she pushes Lindsay’s face from her own, both hesitant to also separate their lips.
The voices continue and then fade before Samantha speaks.
“We really…we need to stop,” she says, her mouth dry and her lips numb.
Lindsay lets out an exaggerated sigh, pulling her hands from inside the woman’s shirt and places them firmly on her own hips. Samantha lets her hands drop lifelessly to her sides.
“You’re a tease, you know?” Lindsay says, pouting as she affectionately hits Samantha on the arm.
“It’s your birthday. I’m sure you don’t want to spend it locked up in your room.”
Lindsay smiles and rests her body weight against the woman’s. “With you? Gladly.”
Samantha returns the smile, shaking her head. She leans forward, moving the girl with her. “I’m hungry. Let’s go.”
Lindsay narrows her eyes but complies, unlocking and opening the door. As they exit, she adjusts her shorts that seem to have ridden up. She walks slowly down the hallway, keeping Samantha close behind.
When they reach the kitchen, all of Lindsay’s party guests swarm her with well wishes and polite embraces.
Samantha uses this opportunity to disappear into the shadows and step out for a cigarette.
She grabs a lighter from her car and sits in the passenger’s seat, door wide open. Resting her head against the leather seat cover, she yawns and realizes she’s still tired from her interrupted sleep in the car. The adrenaline has worn off - now she’s ready for a nap.
As she puffs away at her cigarette, she thinks about the chance that she’d have Lindsay undressed by now if things had continued.
She laughs to herself, embarrassed and a little regretful. A huge percentage of the world’s men - and certainly some women as well - would give anything to be in the position she was in minutes earlier and she walked away from it.
It’s not like she wanted to - and it was hardly an easy thing to do - but she knew the girl had a house full of guests, waiting to celebrate her special day. But in any other circumstance, Samantha knows she would have had a hard time dragging herself away from a girl so beautiful - and so willing - as Lindsay.
The front door opens and Samantha can hear girls giggling. Several of them emerge from the house and light up cigarettes on the sidewalk beside the Porsche. For the most part, they ignore - all except a pretty brunette who occasionally gives her a curious glance.
When the others go inside, the brunette stays, promising she’ll be in soon. At first she says nothing, simply stands and flicks her cigarette.
“Nice car,” she finally says, looking directly at Samantha and not the Porsche at all.
“Thanks.” Samantha stomps out her cigarette as she stands up and closes the car door.
“You’re Samantha, right?”
“That’s what they call me,” the DJ responds, trying to be witty. The brunette is not impressed.
“Lindsay likes you.” Samantha nods, tucking her hands in her pockets. “I mean, she really likes you.”
Samantha smiles to herself. “Well, I really like her too.”
The brunette glares, disgusted. “Lindsay’s not gay,” the girl says as if trying to convince not only Samantha of the fact but also herself.
Samantha shrugs, looking the girl in the eye. “Forgive me for being presumptuous but I think we should let her make that decision.”
The girl looks taken aback. She struggles to come up with a clever come back when Lindsay’s head pokes out from behind the front door.
“Hey,” she shouts, looking straight at Samantha. “We’re just about to have cake. I was wondering where you ran off to.”
Samantha bows her head as she walks past the still angry brunette and joins Lindsay at the door.
“You met Britt, did you?” Lindsay asks, leaning against Samantha shoulder as she follows her inside.
“Yeah, who is she?” Samantha’s voice is cool.
“My best friend. I can’t wait for you two to hang out. You’re going to get along great.
As they step into the kitchen once again, Samantha feels her stomach turn uncomfortably. “I’m sure.”