I encouraged her back higher, and when she complied, I slid lower, kissing over her neck before taking one of her breasts into my mouth. I was rewarded with a steady stream of sighs and moans and encouraging words, each of which filled me with confidence to continue. I’d seen a lot of different positions in my research, and there was one I wanted to try that I thought would work well on our tiny little twin XL. Looking back I wonder how we ever got anything done on that thing.
Anyway, I reluctantly let her nipple go and kissed my way down her belly, hooking her thighs with my arms and pulling her toward the top of the bed. Mitch got the idea immediately, grinning ear to ear as she straddled my face.
“Yeah?”
I nodded, my mouth watering as I took in her aroma. God, she smelled good, and I couldn’t believe how badly I wanted to taste her again. Mitch lowered her sex to me as I pulled her thighs down, and I pushed my tongue deep into her folds. My eyes closed and I moaned into her skin as her flavor washed over me.
This cinched it, I guess. It’s funny, really. I’d spent a solid portion of last week wondering if I’d be able to do this for Michelle. I imagined hating it, or it grossing me out to the point I’d get sick. I’d had more than a few panic moments picturing myself gagging while trying to, um, well, you know.
Talk about a lot of wasted worrying. This was awesome. She smelled and tasted amazing, and the sensual feel of my mouth on her silky labia was just heavenly. And I just loved this feeling, her weight on me as she ground against my tongue. Looking up at her strong body towering above me, I just wanted her so badly.
I pulled her clit into my mouth.
“Oh, god, Cindy, that’s sooo good. Keep going, just a little more, oh shit.” She started to tremble and buck, so I tightened my grip on her legs as her orgasm shook her, holding her against me.
“Oh, okay, stop, stop. Oh, wow.” She pulled her pussy away, rising up on her knees.
“Was that good?”
Mitch reached down and touched my face. “Oh, baby, that was so good.”
I made my voice as innocent as I could. “There’s more where that came from, if you want.”
Mitch grinned that wicked little grin of hers, and I went all gooey inside, as if I wasn’t already. “Oh, Cindy, I do want.” She swung her leg over so she was no longer straddling me, and I made an unhappy little sound.
Mitch chuckled. “Don’t worry I’ll give it back.”
“Yay!” I sounded like a little girl finding out she was getting an ice cream cone. “Yummy!”
That made her laugh out loud, and she positioned herself astride me again, only this time facing the other direction. I was just happy to have access to her deliciousness again as she bent down over me. In fact, I was so wrapped up in what I was doing it came as a complete shock when her tongue ran over my sex.
I let go this little half moan, half coo thing, my head falling back into my pillow. Mitch looked back at me. “Hey, don’t stop.” I grinned at her, and we both went back to what we were doing.
We stayed like that for over half an hour. I don’t know how many times I came, or that I made Mitch come. We were just lost in our little world of pleasure. When we were finished, she pulled me close under the covers, like she always did.
The awkwardness of the day came rushing back. “Mitch, I, um…”
“Hey,” she stroked my hair and kissed the back of my head, “we’ll talk about it in the morning. Now I just want to hold you.”
“Okay.” I pushed my worries away, not without effort, and just rested in her arms for the night.
***
When I woke up, Mitch was running her hands up and down my skin.
“Morning, sunshine.”
“Mmm, morning.” I leaned back for a kiss, which she gave me. I snuggled back against her.
Mitch pressed her lips to my shoulder. “So, I think we should talk now.”
I groaned. “Do we have to?”
“Yeah, Cindy we do. What’re we doing here?”
“Snuggling.”
“Cindy,” she scolded.
“All right, I’m sorry. How mad at me are you?”
She laughed. “You think I have mind blowing sex like that with people I’m mad at?”
I turned around so I could see her. “Mind blowing?”
She smiled at me. God, she was beautiful. “Yeah, you’re amazing. Didn’t you know that?”
“When I was studying for it my goal was ‘not terrible,’ with aspirations of ‘adequate’.”
Mitch’s eyes were dancing with mirth. “You studied? For sex? That is so you.”
I put on a pouty face. “I wanted to know what to do. It’s not that weird.”
“No, I guess not.” She gave me a quick kiss. “But you’re more than adequate, you know.”
“I really like it, I mean, not just the getting part, but the giving, too. I love it. You taste really good.” My cheeks were burning and I looked down, too embarrassed to meet her eyes, but she gently lifted my chin until I did.
“You do, too. And you’re awesome. I mean, it’d be amazing just because it’s you, but really, girl, you got skills.”
I giggled. “You’re terrible!”
“I know. But you love it. And I love you.”
I swallowed and stared into those stunning blue eyes of hers. “I love you, too.”
“But not out there?” She glanced toward the door. It wasn’t an accusation, just a question. I felt my cheeks burn with shame.
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m just trying to understand, Cindy.”
“I love you. I do, I just,” I looked out the window, “I’m scared. This, um…”
“Cindy, I’m pretty sure I know the answer to this, but, what would your family think? About us, together, I mean.”
A tear rolled down my cheek and I shook my head.
“Not good, huh?”
“Um, they’re not like, ‘stone ’em in the streets’ hateful, but yeah. I’ve been taught homosexuality is an abomination since before I knew what either of those words meant.”
Mitch interlaced her fingers with mine. “That’s what you thought when you met me?”
“No. Maybe. I thought I was more open minded.” Mitch gave me a stern look. “Okay, no I didn’t.” I smiled shyly and snuggled in closer.
My lover pulled me tight. “How ’bout now?”
I looked deep in her eyes. “Being here, with you, it’s the most natural thing in the world. Making love to you, it feels so perfect.” I knew I was blushing, hard, but I kept my voice steady. “This can’t be wrong.”
“Love is never wrong, Cindy. But you still have a choice about how you deal with it. And I know I’ve said it before, but I’m not good at hiding.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” My voice wavered with emotion when I spoke, and Mitch just pulled me close and kissed the top of my head.
She didn’t push me any more, holding me just as tight as always, but I was still afraid my fear was going to cost me this relationship before it even started.
***
We spent all of Sunday morning in bed, and my worry that I’d screwed everything up slowly dissipated with each kiss and cuddle. A part of me kept expecting her to shame me for being scared, but it never happened. In fact, I don’t think she wanted to let me out of her sight. Eventually I had to shoo her out of the room so I could get some work done, sending her down to the common room to watch the pro football games like I knew she wanted to do.
When we were alone it was great. Sunday night, when she came back upstairs, we slipped into each other’s arms, and then into bed like we’d been doing it for years. I realized all the tension and worry I’d been feeling around Mitch had been the simple wrongness of not being with her, of there being any boundaries between us.
But when we went outside, or at least when I went outside, all that fear came back. We’d work out after classes each evening, and Mitch would stay away from me. She rarely talked to me or teased me like she used to, and it made me hurt inside. I knew it was what I’d asked for, but I didn’t like it. And I could tell it was wearing on her, too. Closing the door to our room each night felt like stripping off an uncomfortable bra, the irritation from the front we were putting on gone, and we could just be together.
***
It was the next Monday, after a whole week of this new, amazing relationship, and I was waiting for Carrie at the table we generally met at for lunch. I’d seen her get in line about a dozen people behind me so I knew she’d only be a minute. I took a sip of my cranberry juice as she entered and came over to the table.
“Hey, Cindy. God, I thought that class would never end.”
“Sorry. I just sat through an hour of international banking law, but somehow I didn’t mind.”
Carrie laughed. “You’re weird. So what’s new with you?”
“I’m having sex with Mitch.” It just kind of blurted out. I’d actually spent a decent amount of the aforementioned lecture debating whether or not to tell Carrie what was happening. I knew I had to start to come out, and I desperately needed someone other than Mitch to talk to. I’d intended to kind of ease into it, but that’s not what happened. Carrie’s reaction I could not have predicted.
She clapped her hands together and pointed at me. “I knew it! I knew something was going on!”
“You knew?”
“Well, maybe not ‘knew’, but something was off with you two. I mean, she was ignoring you way too much.”
I stared at her. “How does that lead to ‘they’re sleeping together’?”
“It’s you and her. Mitch never ignores you. You are always the most important person in the room to her. You have been since the day we all met. And I haven’t seen her talk to you in like a week.”