“Everything OK?” Ava asked.
“I’ve gotta be at work early for a stupid managers’ meeting. Pisses me off.”
“Oh... that’s cool. I was going to head out anyway. Did you want to share a ride?”
“Read my mind...” Lauren said, leaning in to give Ava an open-mouthed kiss. Ava let it happen, responding without even thinking. When she peeled away, Lauren opened her eyes and must’ve seen the shock on Ava’s face.
“Oh,” she began, surprised. Pointing to Ava. “Are you not? I just figured being in a gay club... Sorry I shouldn’t have assumed.”
“No... I mean yes... I am.”
“Oh... you have a girlfriend?”
“No, I’m single. It’s just... I mean, I only just met you. You’re hot but it’s unexpected. You give off more of a straight vibe.”
“Oh totally. I love dick. I do like pussy on occasion, though.”
“Oh, I see...”
“Look, I’ll level with you. I’m not into relationships. I suck at them. I’m a casual kind of gal. If you’re cool with that, I can guarantee you a great night. But if not, no hard feelings.”
Ava again looked Lauren up and down, concentrating on her face this time, not her chest. Although the bluntness was rather bold, she admired Lauren’s honesty. Putting herself out there for who she was and what she wanted. No pretence. No shame. She liked sex, and she wanted to have it with Ava. That’s it. No promises. No conditions. No regrets.
“So... how far is your place?” Ava asked, trying to hide her fear.
Lauren smiled and placed her arm around Ava’s neck. “Fifteen minutes. Come on.”
Wrapping her arm around Lauren’s waist, Ava walked out with her to the taxi rank She ignored the looks they got when leaving. She just concentrated on keeping one foot in front of the other. Afraid at any moment they would fail her.
It wasn’t that she felt it was wrong. She was actually shocked about how comfortable she was. They’d only met a few hours ago and were heading back to her place. What terrified her was this was her first time going all the way with a woman, not just her first one-night stand. Sex. Not just half-clothed touching. Not just mouths and fingers.
The ride didn’t seem to take fifteen minutes. Though it could’ve been their mouths coming together over and over or the scent of Lauren’s hair as warm kisses were planted down Ava’s neck and teeth bit against her tender flesh, sending her pulse racing. But the backseat was steaming by the time the car stopped and Lauren leaned back to search for her purse, lipstick smeared across her lips. She reminded Ava of a vampire, and it gave her a jolt to think the same lipstick was probably half splattered along her neck.
Lauren pulled out her card, but Ava dropped a fifty dollar note on the passenger’s seat, thanked the driver and got out. She held Lauren’s hand and watched as she keyed in a code, then followed her up the stairs. Once inside, Lauren shushed her and mouthed the location of her bedroom. Ava assumed all the sneaking was so as not to wake the roommate, Alex, that Lauren had told her about at the bar.
Lauren closed the door silently, but with the force she pressed Ava into it, there was a question as to why she bothered. Her hands roamed over Ava’s hips and arse, resuming the neck kisses as she eased Ava’s dress up. In return, Ava removed her jacket and dropped it to the floor, then cupped Lauren’s breasts, pressing her face between them, leaving a long trail of saliva as her tongue traced just above the lace of her bra.
Lauren twisted and plopped them on her bed, landing on top as she pressed their mouths together. Ava scraped her fingers down Lauren’s back, dipping them under a thin band of frilly underwear and grabbing her arse, squeezing as she gently bit the blonde’s bottom lip.
Sitting up, their tongues found each other again as Ava unhooked Lauren’s bra and slid the shoulder straps down, revealing her breasts. “Jesus,” she breathed, feeling them in her hands.
“Thanks. All natural too,” Lauren replied, softly massaging Ava’s skull.
Smiling at the cheekiness, Ava brought herself forward and took a nipple into her mouth. Lauren leaned back, whispering encouragement while Ava pinched the other nipple, cupping the breast before moving her mouth to it. She looked up at the sight of Lauren, arching her back, eyes closed. The light shining through the bedroom window gave her skin a glow like a fine painting.
Lauren delicately traced Ava’s face and neck with her fingertips, running them over every inch of skin. Ava responded in kind but set her fingers to run from Lauren’s chest down to her stomach, then eased them into her underwear. Lauren hissed as Ava touched her, almost bathing her fingers as she gently moved them.
Lauren fisted Ava’s hair and planted her tongue deep into her waiting mouth, almost fighting, as the fingers that worked over her clit found their way inside. She forced them both back down, only stopping the kiss to send her underwear across the room. When she turned back, she kissed her way down Ava’s stomach to her groin, pulling Ava’s own panties free and tossing them. She plunged two fingers inside Ava with no warning, yet found no resistance, circling the clit with her thumb. Ava gripped the pillow and almost screamed into it as Lauren adjusted herself so she was on top and their groins were touching.
“Give me your fingers,” Lauren whispered and clamped her mouth around the offered pair, looking straight at Ava as she rocked on top of her. Thrusted even. Ava’s mouth gaped and she bit down on the end of the pillow as their most sensitive areas pressed against each other, again and again. She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t think. All she could do was hold on as her orgasm hit, drowning out the pain of Lauren biting the fingers in her mouth as her own pleasure hit and she slumped forward into waiting arms.
Ava lay on her back, letting her breathing return to normal. She could’ve been here an hour, maybe more. Who knew? Who cared? A pleasantly numb feeling trickled over her limbs. A street light outside still provided a small amount of illumination in the room, and she chanced a glance to her side to watch Lauren’s breasts rise and fall quickly, moisture on her nipples easily seen. It was either sweat or saliva. Probably both. She could definitely make out subtle teeth marks.
“OK...” Lauren said, staring at the ceiling, “you are a liar.”
Ava turned even more towards her. “What?”
Lauren didn’t look at her, instead ran the tip of her tongue over her lips and continued to stare upwards. “There is no way that was your first time with someone. No fucking way at all.”