Changes - Part 14
Title: Changes - Part 14
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 902 words
Summary: A journey through self-discovery.
Rating: R - sexy time
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Christine looked at Lindsay apprehensively. “Are you sure?” She placed her hand on top of the girl’s to stop it from going any further.
Lindsay nodded; she was sure. Understandably, she had just met the girl and things were moving quickly. But this was just how she wanted her first time to be - spontaneous and without too many feelings.
Their mouths collided. Christine was gentle, touching Lindsay softly. She kept her hands on the girl’s neck and shoulders even though they desperately wanted to venture further down.
Lindsay stopped kissing her, took the woman’s hand and placed it on her covered chest. Christine looked at her and down at the breast she was now holding. Hesitantly, she squeezed it and leaned forward to kiss Lindsay’s neck.
Her hand slid down the girl’s stomach and snuck up her baggy t-shirt, pushing her bra out of the way. Her caress was more aggressive now. Lindsay moaned her satisfaction.
Their kisses were sloppy; neither of them cared. Lindsay crossed her arms and pulled the t-shirt past her shoulders, backing away for a moment to toss it aside. She unzipped the sweater Christine was wearing, revealing a form-fitting and ribbed gray tank top.
She grabbed Christine by the front of her shirt and pulled her practically onto her own lap. Her hands brushed against the woman’s back as they ventured down the back of her loose-fitting shorts. When she squeezed the girl’s behind, Christine let out a muffled squeal, tumbling on top of Lindsay.
Lindsay reached behind herself and unclasped her own bra, wiggling it away. Christine wrapped her arms around the girl’s bare torso, sliding a leg firmly between Lindsay’s thighs.
Christine stopped for a moment and sat up, undressing herself in record time. Lindsay grabbed the woman’s hips tightly and stared for a moment. She wondered what it was about the female anatomy that drove her crazy. She couldn’t pick just one part; she loved it all. She wanted to touch it all, kiss it all.
Her fingertips pressed their way up the woman’s toned stomach and spread out beneath her soft breasts. She paused before exploring further. This was the first time she had touched another woman’s bare chest and she was nervous. Her hands shook and her stomach twisted with anticipation.
Christine placed her now bare leg between Lindsay’s thighs again, immediately feeling warmth and moisture. She smiled down at the girl, who looked mesmerized. It made her blush; no one had ever looked at her like that. She liked being the one with more experience, albeit minimal.
With Lindsay’s hand now cupped around her breast, she placed her body weight against the girl, leaving kisses across her collarbone and up her neck.
She readjusted her leg, gently thrusting a muscular part of it between Lindsay’s. The girl let out an exasperated moan. She grabbed Christine’s face, kissing her hard. With her free hand, she pressed against the small of the girl’s back, bringing her closer.
Christine backed away slowly, her palms flat on the couch cushions beneath them. She placed soft kisses down the girl’s chest and stomach, always looking up, with a hungry look in her eyes.
Lindsay watched her, feeling an incessant throb between her legs. It was distracting; she had never wanted something so badly.
Christine bit softly at the skin on the inside of Lindsay’s left thigh, placed a kiss there. She did the same on the other side before tracing circles with her tongue to the middle.
Lindsay gasped at the contact. She fidgeted with her hands as the woman’s tongue flicked back and forth, applying pressure and releasing at just the right moments.
When Lindsay liked something, she was very vocal about it; this situation was no different. She groaned from deep in her stomach when Christine’s tongue forced its way inside of her. It was long, very strong and twisted as it went.
Lindsay’s hands eventually became still as she put her fingers through the woman’s silky soft hair. She tried to be gentle while grabbing locks of hair and pulling carefully when she thought she couldn’t take any more.
Christine stopped for a moment to catch her breath. Lindsay was tense, waiting. The woman’s tongue teased its way back in, slowly.
Lindsay felt incredible. She didn’t think it could get any better until - oh God! That was the spot. She wondered if her own tongue was capable of the same things.
Despite trying to focus on the tongue’s actions, Lindsay was too preoccupied by the warm feeling in the pit of her stomach and increasingly laboured breaths.
The woman pressed her tongue firmly against Lindsay’s soft inside, wiggling it back and forth. The girl tightened her grip on Christine’s head as her toes curled and every muscle in her body contracted.
Christine stopped only when Lindsay’s grip loosened and her body shook. She crawled slowly, lazily back up the girl’s body. She kissed her, her tongue still salty and sweet with moisture.
Lindsay sucked gently on her tongue, her hands splayed across the woman’s shoulders.
They stopped kissing and watched each other intently.
“That was…just, wow,” Lindsay said, using one hand to wipe beads of sweat from her forehead.
Christine smiled at her with sleepy eyes. “If this is what I get every time I lend you change at the car wash, I’m gonna be spending a lot more time at car washes.”
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 902 words
Summary: A journey through self-discovery.
Rating: R - sexy time
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Christine looked at Lindsay apprehensively. “Are you sure?” She placed her hand on top of the girl’s to stop it from going any further.
Lindsay nodded; she was sure. Understandably, she had just met the girl and things were moving quickly. But this was just how she wanted her first time to be - spontaneous and without too many feelings.
Their mouths collided. Christine was gentle, touching Lindsay softly. She kept her hands on the girl’s neck and shoulders even though they desperately wanted to venture further down.
Lindsay stopped kissing her, took the woman’s hand and placed it on her covered chest. Christine looked at her and down at the breast she was now holding. Hesitantly, she squeezed it and leaned forward to kiss Lindsay’s neck.
Her hand slid down the girl’s stomach and snuck up her baggy t-shirt, pushing her bra out of the way. Her caress was more aggressive now. Lindsay moaned her satisfaction.
Their kisses were sloppy; neither of them cared. Lindsay crossed her arms and pulled the t-shirt past her shoulders, backing away for a moment to toss it aside. She unzipped the sweater Christine was wearing, revealing a form-fitting and ribbed gray tank top.
She grabbed Christine by the front of her shirt and pulled her practically onto her own lap. Her hands brushed against the woman’s back as they ventured down the back of her loose-fitting shorts. When she squeezed the girl’s behind, Christine let out a muffled squeal, tumbling on top of Lindsay.
Lindsay reached behind herself and unclasped her own bra, wiggling it away. Christine wrapped her arms around the girl’s bare torso, sliding a leg firmly between Lindsay’s thighs.
Christine stopped for a moment and sat up, undressing herself in record time. Lindsay grabbed the woman’s hips tightly and stared for a moment. She wondered what it was about the female anatomy that drove her crazy. She couldn’t pick just one part; she loved it all. She wanted to touch it all, kiss it all.
Her fingertips pressed their way up the woman’s toned stomach and spread out beneath her soft breasts. She paused before exploring further. This was the first time she had touched another woman’s bare chest and she was nervous. Her hands shook and her stomach twisted with anticipation.
Christine placed her now bare leg between Lindsay’s thighs again, immediately feeling warmth and moisture. She smiled down at the girl, who looked mesmerized. It made her blush; no one had ever looked at her like that. She liked being the one with more experience, albeit minimal.
With Lindsay’s hand now cupped around her breast, she placed her body weight against the girl, leaving kisses across her collarbone and up her neck.
She readjusted her leg, gently thrusting a muscular part of it between Lindsay’s. The girl let out an exasperated moan. She grabbed Christine’s face, kissing her hard. With her free hand, she pressed against the small of the girl’s back, bringing her closer.
Christine backed away slowly, her palms flat on the couch cushions beneath them. She placed soft kisses down the girl’s chest and stomach, always looking up, with a hungry look in her eyes.
Lindsay watched her, feeling an incessant throb between her legs. It was distracting; she had never wanted something so badly.
Christine bit softly at the skin on the inside of Lindsay’s left thigh, placed a kiss there. She did the same on the other side before tracing circles with her tongue to the middle.
Lindsay gasped at the contact. She fidgeted with her hands as the woman’s tongue flicked back and forth, applying pressure and releasing at just the right moments.
When Lindsay liked something, she was very vocal about it; this situation was no different. She groaned from deep in her stomach when Christine’s tongue forced its way inside of her. It was long, very strong and twisted as it went.
Lindsay’s hands eventually became still as she put her fingers through the woman’s silky soft hair. She tried to be gentle while grabbing locks of hair and pulling carefully when she thought she couldn’t take any more.
Christine stopped for a moment to catch her breath. Lindsay was tense, waiting. The woman’s tongue teased its way back in, slowly.
Lindsay felt incredible. She didn’t think it could get any better until - oh God! That was the spot. She wondered if her own tongue was capable of the same things.
Despite trying to focus on the tongue’s actions, Lindsay was too preoccupied by the warm feeling in the pit of her stomach and increasingly laboured breaths.
The woman pressed her tongue firmly against Lindsay’s soft inside, wiggling it back and forth. The girl tightened her grip on Christine’s head as her toes curled and every muscle in her body contracted.
Christine stopped only when Lindsay’s grip loosened and her body shook. She crawled slowly, lazily back up the girl’s body. She kissed her, her tongue still salty and sweet with moisture.
Lindsay sucked gently on her tongue, her hands splayed across the woman’s shoulders.
They stopped kissing and watched each other intently.
“That was…just, wow,” Lindsay said, using one hand to wipe beads of sweat from her forehead.
Christine smiled at her with sleepy eyes. “If this is what I get every time I lend you change at the car wash, I’m gonna be spending a lot more time at car washes.”