There was even some more crying—more from an overwhelming sense of relief, though—as both women together realized at one point just how much they had needed tonight to happen. But then Becca kissed away Krissy’s tears and Krissy kissed away hers and they continued making up for lost time.
Becca’s fourth orgasm shattered her. The fifth wrecked her and made her throat feel scratchy and sore from all the shouting she’d done tonight.
When they were both done and regained the ability to move, they managed to clean themselves up sufficiently for falling asleep. With the lights in the bedroom off and the two of them under the blankets, Krissy pressed herself against Becca.
“That was way more than just fucking for me, Becs,” she said. “Do you believe me?”
Becca held Krissy tighter.
“I do,” she answered.
“I’m yours,” Krissy whispered.
“Good. Because I’m yours.”
Mrs. O’Leary apparently decided then that it was finally safe enough to jump back onto the bed and continue her evil plot to murder humans in their sleep by smothering them to death. After assessing the situation and seeing Becca and Krissy lying with their faces close to each other, she tried for a twofer by attempting to settle herself on both faces.
“Your cat is so stupid,” Krissy said, her voice muffled by fur.
Becca gently lifted Mrs. O’Leary and placed her down towards the foot of the bed.
“It just means she likes you,” she said, resettling herself close to Krissy. “Or that she wants to kill you. I haven’t figured it out yet.”
And then they fell asleep.
Chapter 18
Krissy woke up the next morning feeling Becca spooning her, snoring gently close to her ear. She smiled, remembering last night, her heart pounding as she recalled everything.
Finally.
She finally had Becca.
Could she have had Becca earlier, though? They had been friends for four years now, having met through mutual volleyball buddies and hitting it off instantly. Krissy remembered that back then, she had plans to seduce the tall firefighter, confident that Becca would have fallen under her spell easily.
But that was also the same time that Krissy, Becca and all of their other volleyball-playing friends discovered the volleyball club in Solana Beach and started getting together to play regularly, first on every Saturday before eventually switching it to every Sunday. Krissy quickly discovered that she really loved meeting up like that with those women and playing their favorite sport. They really weren’t very good but all that mattered was that they had fun. Krissy soon gave up the idea of getting Becca into bed—and back then, Becca would only have been a conquest—because Krissy didn’t want to jeopardize the dynamics of their little group. In fact, it became a hard and fast rule for her: no fucking her volleyball buddies. She valued the camaraderie and companionship of all those women too much.
So, proud of herself for being so mature, she instead ended up becoming best friends with Becca and having the most amazing friendship of her life.
Still though…
Could she have shaved a year off of that and been feeling this level of happiness she was feeling now, twelve months ago? What about two years ago? God, how much time they’ve wasted. Of course, she felt that was kind of silly. It wasn’t as if she and Becca were in their eighties, only now starting to reveal their true feeling for each other. They were still young; there was plenty of time left.
She felt a kiss on the back of her neck. Then another one.
“Mmmmm…” Krissy murmured, closing her eyes again. “Good morning.”
“Shh…no talking,” Becca said softly.
“Why not?”
“Morning breath,” Becca answered. “So just stay quiet and let me do what I want.”
Krissy’s nipples hardened.
The lips fell on her neck again. Two more gentle kisses which were then followed by a bite.
“Feel free to cry out when you come, though,” Becca informed her.