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“Well, it’s about damn time,” Hen whispered to Karen, both of them eyeing Buck’s soot-covered face with knowing looks.
Later that evening after they’d crawled into bed to cuddle, the conversation returned to Buck and Tommy.
“So how long have you seen that coming?” Karen asked.
Hen was sitting with her back against the headboard and Karen was curled into her side, head resting on Hen’s chest.
“Buck and Tommy specifically? Eh, I’ve had my suspicions since things got tense with him and Eddie a couple of weeks ago, but that boy’s had chaotic bisexual energy for years. I wasn’t going to be the one to tell him, but I’m happy he’s finally exploring all the options available to him,” Hen said.
She ran her fingers over Karen’s hair and down her back. Karen snuggled in further, completely relaxing into her wife.
“Ha, I am surprised he was so bold with it though, and in front of his parents too,” Hen added, laughing. Karen smiled but shook her head.
“Oh come on, don’t you remember that feeling? That first queer relationship, when you’re just bursting with it and can’t think about anything else? The world feels so full of possibility. Getting goosebumps from just a kiss…” Karen trailed off.
Hen smiled and rubbed small circles into Karen’s shoulder blades.
“Who was your first again?” Hen asked, “Jennifer something?”
Karen sighed wistfully. “Jennifer Callahan. We were 16. We had algebra together. She looked exactly like Christy Turlington. We would skip fourth period to make out behind the gym. I was so smitten.”
“Karen Wilson! I can’t believe you skipped class!” Hen teased, laughing.
“Oh come on, you know how crazy love can make you, especially that first queer love. When you get something you didn’t even know you were allowed to want. It’s like magic.”
Hen slid her fingers under Karen’s chin and tilted her head up to make eye contact.
“That last love is pretty magical, too,” Hen said before leaning down to capture Karen’s lips with her own. They kissed, their lips a soft slick slide. Karen’s tongue grazed across Hen’s bottom lip and Hen slid her hand into Karen’s hair.
“Knowing with certainty that I get to have this every day for the rest of my life… nothing else compares,” Hen said, her words muffled as they continued to kiss.
Karen felt her chest tighten, affection for her wife overflowing. She pulled back before lifting herself up and swinging one leg over Hen’s body to straddle her.
As soon as she settled into Hen’s lap, her wife’s hands were on her, roaming up her thighs, squeezing her hips, slipping under her sleep shirt to rub her lower back. Their lips reconnected and Karen braced her hands against the headboard to grind down against Hen. She kissed across Hen’s jaw down to her neck, before kissing a trail back up and sucking her earlobe into her mouth.
“It was fun being your wedding date tonight, even if nothing went as planned. Do you remember the night we got married?” Karen whispered into her ear.
“The first time or the second time?” Hen asked.
“You know the night I’m referring to, don’t play,” Karen said with a roll of her eyes.
Hen slid her hands down to Karen’s ass, squeezing her cheeks before using her grip to pull her close and grind up into her.
“Oooh, you mean the night you soaked the sheets down to the mattress cover. Yeah, I remember that. It’s been a while since we did that,” Hen said, bringing her hands to Karen’s thigh and sliding up and down her warm skin.
“Yeah, it has. Maybe too long, some would say,” Karen said, feeling her underwear dampening as she continued to roll her hips against Hen’s.
Their eyes met for a moment and they let the silence stretch between them, their eyes communicating for them. Karen bent down to kiss Hen with everything she had. Hen’s tongue slid over hers and little moans slipped out of her without her permission.
They separated for a moment so Hen could tug off Karen’s shirt, her lips immediately latching onto a nipple. As she kissed and licked across the firm bud, Karen tipped her head back and groaned. Hen moved her mouth to the other nipple and brought her hand to the now-damp bud, gently rolling it between her fingers.
“Hen, please,” Karen sighed, not even sure what she was asking for.
Hen wrapped an arm around Karen’s back, bracing her as she flipped her onto her back against the mattress. She whipped her own shirt off before leaning down to kiss Karen briefly, then pulled back to remove the pants and underwear off of both of them. Karen palmed Hen’s breasts letting her thumbs glide over her nipples. Hen groaned and nipped at Karen’s bottom lip.
Hen kneeled over Karen and slid her hand up one of Karen’s thighs before gently ghosting over her slit. The hair there was already damp and sticking to itself. Hen groaned.
“I love how wet you get for me,” she said before sliding two fingers through the fluid there and bringing them to Karen’s lips. Karen looked up at her from under her eyelashes and stuck out her tongue, gliding it over the digits before sucking them fully into her mouth. They didn’t break eye contact and Karen savored her taste.
“Good girl,” Hen said with reverence, her voice just above a whisper. She pulled her fingers out, then slipped them back between Karen’s legs. Though normally Hen loved taking Karen apart with her mouth, they both knew that tonight was for something different — something they only did when that mix of trust and desire overflowed between them in a hungry loop.
She started by slipping one finger inside Karen and was thanked with a groan and thrust of hips. She pumped her finger slowly, warming her up. She kept an eye out for the signs that Karen was ready for more. After years together, they could read each other’s bodies like their needs were written on cue cards.
She slipped another finger in with the first, curling up to rub against Karen’s g-spot each time she slid in. Karen groaned.
“Come on, I want to really feel you,” Karen said, her back arched and her hips rutting into the air.
Hen smirked, her eyebrows sky high.
“Whatever you want.”
Without preamble, she thrust three fingers inside and Karen groaned loudly. Hen snickered.
“Babe, the kids are down the hall!” Hen chided.
Karen rolled her eyes back into her head and bit down onto the meat of her palm to quiet herself. Hen took that as a sign to continue.
Hen grabbed her wife’s free hand and pulled it down, encouraging Karen to rub over her own clit. She continued thrusting, focusing more on getting Karen relaxed and opened up rather than racing her towards orgasm.
The deliciously wet sound of her fingers thrusting in and out of Karen had Hen squeezing her thighs together, soaked. Her eyes raked over Karen’s soft stomach, full breasts, big eyes, tousled braids. This love had all of the excitement of that first love, plus more. Plus trust, plus understanding, plus hope, plus acceptance, plus the future and plus the past.
Karen’s breathing was rapidly increasing and the sound of her shallow pants broke Hen out of her trance. Hen could tell she was ready and slipped her pinky in with the rest of her fingers. Karen teased over her clit and little moans escaped out of her, though she was clearly doing her best to suppress them.
“Fuuuuuck,” Karen whispered in between pants. Hen smiled and licked her lips.
When Hen had slipped in the fourth finger, she’d slowed her pace to allow Karen time to adjust and stretch. She alternated between slight thrusts, relentless rubs against her g-spot, and twists of her wrist. The mix of sensations overwhelmed Karen and her whole focus narrowed to the feelings coursing through her body.
Hen leaned down to press their lips together, messy and uncoordinated. She let herself get lost in Karen so deeply that she hardly noticed when Karen stretched her hand over to the nightstand and fumbled around before pressing the bottle of lube into Hen’s side. Hen groaned into her mouth.
“Ready, love?” Hen asked.
“Please.”
Hen slipped her fingers out about halfway before drizzling lube over them to mix with the slickness already there. She coated the rest of her hand before tucking her thumb into her palm. She tossed the bottle onto the bed and slowly, slowly reentered her wife, going one millimeter at a time.
Karen wasn’t having it, her hips thrusting down as far as she could, not enough to actually force Hen’s hand inside, but enough to communicate what she wanted.
Hen got the message and carefully slipped her fist inside. She held it steady while Karen adjusted, her breathing uneven. She took big gulps of air before holding her breath like she couldn’t tell if it was all too much or not enough.
Her muscles squeezed around Hen’s hand and Hen’s eyes rolled back. Every time they did this Hen asked herself why this wasn’t in their regular rotation. It was too good to reserve for special occasions.
“I’m okay, you can move,” Karen said in one breath.
Hen gently twisted her wrist, letting her hand fill every inch inside of Karen. When Karen was filled this completely, every tiny movement was amplified to a thousand. Her wet velvety walls spasmed and she rolled her hips. Goosebumps broke out across her arms and one hand clawed at the sheets while the other raced in circles around her clit.
Hen angled her hand so the knuckle of her thumb pressed right against Karen’s g-spot and she rocked into it with a steady rhythm. Karen was losing control of her volume again and Hen pressed her free hand against her mouth. Karen groaned at the feeling of being held down like that and squeezed around Hen’s hand.
Hen rocked her hand more quickly, eager to bring Karen over the edge.
“I love being inside you, baby. Filling you so completely.” Hen was a bit heady with the trust Karen put in her, letting her stretch her to her limits, feeling every inch of her body and soul.
“I’m close,” Karen gasped.
“I know, love. Let go for me, let me feel you come on my fist.”
Hen got in two or three more rocks of her hand before Karen threw her head back. Her legs went stiff and her whole body was overtaken with little shakes. Warm liquid suddenly gushed over Hen’s hand and leaked onto the sheets beneath them. Hen kept her wrist still as she took in the gorgeous sight in front of her.
The rush of the orgasm coursed through Karen’s body, then the aftershocks came, then finally she stilled. She panted hard, her heart still racing.
“Okay, ready for this part?” Hen asked.
Karen nodded, so she slowly pulled her hand out, careful to minimize Karen’s discomfort as much as possible. Another gush of liquid poured out of Karen as she removed her hand, adding to the puddle.
Hen was so pent up, she was nearly dripping. Bringing Karen to an orgasm so intense that she squirted turned her on beyond belief and it was getting harder and harder to ignore the throbbing between her legs.
Karen was boneless. It was clear she wasn’t moving anytime soon, but she still looked up to meet Hen’s eyes.
“I want you to use my mouth,” she said softly.
Hen groaned before wiping her hand on the sheets. She crawled up to the top of the bed and swung one leg over Karen’s body to straddle her head, her hands gripping the top of the headboard. She hovered above Karen’s mouth, slowly grinding down against her lips, teasing herself.
Impatient as always, Karen stuck out her tongue for a taste. Hen’s eyes slipped close and she let more of her weight settle against Karen. Her clit was a firm, throbbing bud and she knew it wouldn’t be long. She ground down against Karen’s tongue, her wetness slicking Karen’s chin and cheeks and nose.
Karen groaned into her folds. She loved the feeling of being at Hen’s mercy, totally surrounded. All she could do was lay there and let Hen take what she wanted. She loved Hen’s taste, a little sour in a mouthwatering way, like lemonade on a scorching day.
As Hen continued to rock, she rested her head against her hands. The smell of Karen on her skin made her groan and her pace quickened. Karen kept her tongue firm and flat, letting Hen use it to grind and rub however she wanted.
Hen felt her orgasm building, first as warmth gathering in her toes, then as tingles across her scalp, then the full force of it overtook her. Her thighs clamped against Karen’s cheeks as her hips thrust hard and fast without her control. She panted into her hands and rode it out, Karen’s tongue lapping up her wetness.
Finally, Hen let out a deep exhale and flopped down beside Karen. They lay there in silence, panting, letting the emotions and sensations flow over them. Karen reached her hand over to Hen’s and clasped their fingers together. They turned to look at each other, their gazes steady.
“I love you,” Hen’s eyes said.
“I love you more,” Karen’s eyes said back.