Note: we've reached chapter 20 woooo!!!! Ty to everyone who has been apart of this journey so far :)))
CW: Explicit sexual content
I made Hugh drop me off at my house after school, saying that I had to catch up on homework and studying.
In reality, I just needed to prepare myself to see Lizzie tonight. I slipped her a tiny piece of paper into her hand during passing period that said my address on it.
It's only about 5 PM, yet I'm sitting on the edge of my bathtub to shave my legs. I don't even have a lot of hair but I just felt the need to freshen up.
I bite my lip gently, paying extra attention to how the razor glides against my skin so that I don't get cut.
When I finish shaving both of my legs with no injuries, I let out a sigh of relief. They're super smooth now.
I get started on shaving the more vulnerable parts of my body and I let my mind drift.
What will Lizzie and I do? Will she be the one making me feel good, or will I be the one instead?
To be honest, I don't know anything about pleasuring a woman. I avoid porn/blueys - It never really interested me, and I don't find myself needing it in my life at all. But right now, I wish I researched a little bit before accepting her offer.
I'm really hoping she's the one who takes charge. I'm still apprehensive about kissing her, or about kissing girls in general.
I rinse off my razor and take my second shower this afternoon to be extra clean. I even wash my hair and use a bunch of the soap to scrub myself down.
When I finish, I do my hair care and straighten it before changing into something simple. Light cami top, small grey shorts. It's not too much and it's easy to take off.
I head downstairs to cut me up some cucumber. I put it in a bowl alongside with 2 strawberries before making myself a glass of water.
I wait anxiously for the Viper as I eat my dinner.
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I get a knock on my door at 6:55 PM.
I jump out of my bed and head downstairs, letting out a shaky breath as I walk up to my front door and open it.
Lizzie's wearing a plain black hoodie, her hands tucked into the front pocket of it, wearing jeans and sneakers to match.
I gulp.
I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and step to the side, "Make yourself comfortable." I say, my voice sounding foreign to my own ears.
She nods and steps inside. I close the door behind her, locking it. My mam went out almost as soon as I got home from school because one of our neighbors invited her over to cook dinner.
I'm glad she isn't here.
I gesture vaguely to the shoe rack by the door, "I'll be upstairs in my.." I clear my throat. "In my room."
I offer her a small smile before quickly rushing up my stairs.
I settle back on my bed, leaning against the headboard before smoothing out the sheets and taking a deep breath or two.
I'm doing this.
I'm really doing this.
Lord, please forgive me for I have sinned.
I wait as patiently as possible for Lizzie, and she enters my room warily about 5 minutes later.
"Hey." She says.
"Hi."
She steps towards the middle of my room, looking at the pictures I have taped up on my walls and looking at my messy desk that's crowded with paperwork.
She starts pulling her hoodie up and over her head, causing my cheeks to heat up. She wears a plain white t shirt underneath that hugs her chest and waist perfectly.
I didn't realize she was looking at me until she says, "This is a new experience for you and me both. You don't need to do anything, Katie - Just trust me."
It was said in a whisper, and I rubbed my thighs together to ease the ache in my pussy.
The way she spoke was so comforting - Like it wasn't about her getting off, it was me. It was all about me.
She gently throws her hoodie onto the floor and gets on the bed, crawling towards me but stopping right at my feet.
Slowly, she wraps her hand around my ankle, still looking at me as she grabs both of them. Her eyes search my face for any sort of reaction. She's checking to make sure I'm okay, and I am, but the way she gazes at me so hungrily makes me feel like I'm not. It makes me feel like I'm going to crumble and Lizzie is the only one who can put all my broken pieces back in place.
I slowly slide down the headboard and I rest my head on my pillow, lips parted.
She moves closer and her hands leave my ankles, instead running up my legs and to my hips. She gives them a squeeze and a soft sigh leaves my mouth.
"Is it too soon to say you look perfect like this?"
Like what? Flushed, aching, and disheveled? She has to be lying. It's the lust talking; that's all.
"Yes."
"Mm.."
She gives my hips another squeeze before peeling my shorts off, taking my panties with it.
I try to close my legs, all of a sudden feeling embarrassed for how wet I am, but she stops me by putting her hand on my knee. She tosses my shorts and underwear to the floor.
"Stay open for me, Katie. I wanna see you."
I'm left speechless but I comply.
Her hands leave my knee and she slowly brings her mouth to my pussy. She wraps her hands around my thighs, keeping me in place.
"Lizzie.." I murmur, full of uncertainty.
"Trust me." She whispers again. "Just tap on my shoulder if you need me to stop, okay?"
I nod.
Her warm breath ghosts over my folds and my hands reach out to grip my bedsheets in anticipation.
And then, she does one long lick. Her blue eyes flicker up to mine and I shudder.
"Lizzie," I manage to say.
Just that quick, her eyes darken and she lets out a low groan.
Her tongue swirls in a figure-8 motion before she sucks on my clit and I'm so overwhelmed already that my hips buck up for more.
I want more.
"Don't stop," I moan shamelessly, squeezing my eyes shut as my back arches.
She releases my clit from her mouth with a pop and eats at me like a man dying of thirst. I don't think Hugh has ever even been this desperate for a taste of me.
My hips stutter and she growls as she follows the way I move, her mouth never leaving my cunt once.
I start to see stars dancing behind my eyelids and I whimper. My eyes open and I look down at her - My hips are in the air and her nails dig into my flesh so deliciously that I already feel like I'm going to cum.
I'm a panting mess for this girl and I'm not even ashamed to admit it.
"Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie," I slur over and over as my hips fall back down on the bed and my chest rises and falls. I need to cum. Bad.
She sucks at my clit again and I feel my impending release, but then she removes her mouth completely. I moan in disappointment at the lost of her tongue.
Her lips are swollen, a dark shade of pink, and is slick with my juices. Her eyes are almost black and she looks like a completely different person.
"Wha-" My breath hitches as she releases one of my thighs and slides a finger inside of me. She starts kissing me at the same time and I moan into her mouth.
She gives me time for my body to adjust to her finger, and she pumps it in at a steady pace.
Her tongue dominates mine and I'm weak. I'm so weak.
I bring one of my hands up and tangle it in her hair, needing her closer.
She slips a second finger inside of me and breaks away from the kiss.
"You hear how wet you are? How wet I get you?" She whispers huskily against my lips and I whimper. Her fingers thrust and curl in me so, so deliciously.
I nodded frantically, which earns her a smirk.
"Cum for me, Katie. Cum for me.." She murmurs against my ear and I let out a breathy sigh.
My hand tightens in her hair and she's the last thing I see when I explode.
My eyes flutter shut as I orgasm, and her fingers ride me through it. She kisses along my neck, watching me. I let go of her hair.
When I come down my high my eyes open lazily. She slowly removes her fingers from my pussy and licks what I released off her fingers. I watch her.
She smiles softly at me, "I'll be back." She whispers.
I swallow thickly and nod, letting my eyes close again as I recover while I wait for her to come back.
When she does, she has a warm, damp washcloth and a dry one. She cleans me up and fixes my knickers and shorts back on.
"You feeling okay?" She murmured.
"Yeah," I respond. "You?"
"I'm grand." She says, and she has the widest grin on her face before it fades.
I sit up. This is.. awkward.
I look down, fiddling with my hands in my lap.
"You did a good job." I whisper. "For your first time."
She grabs her hoodie from the floor with a grunt. "Thanks." She sounds genuinely proud of herself.
I clear my throat, "Was I good..?" I can't help but ask.
I mean, what if I tasted weird? I hadn't thought about it until now. And what if I squirmed too much?
"Yeah. You were good, Katie." Lizzie says, her voice muffled as she puts her hoodie back on.
"I'ma head out," She says, licking her lips.
"Okay."
"Will we, ah.. will you tell me when to come over again?"
"Yeah. Give me your phone number - It'll be easier."
We exchange phone numbers and she leaves.
I lay back down on my bed, feeling like a brand new person.
I can't wait to see Lizzie again.