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“It’s not what you think.” She practically throws her toy on the bed behind her and grabs a T-shirt. That’s disappointing.
“It’s none of my business.” But oh, how I want it to be.
“I was just trying to find some clothes in my duffel and I was re-packing when you came in. You have the worst timing,” she smiles. At least it’s not so tense in here anymore. My eyes wander to the toy. I can’t help it. She catches my wandering eyes and smiles. But this smile is devilish in the most delicious of ways.
It was only this morning that we said we would wait before trying to be more than friends. Now, at this moment, I want to forget I ever thought those words. My body is at odds with my rational brain. My body wins out as it draws me forward a step. “Meryl and Derek took Chris for a walk around the reserve. They said they’d be about an hour.” Why did I just tell her that? She didn’t need to know, not in this second anyway. I could have waited until she was dressed and outside of the bedroom.
“Well, that’s interesting. We’re alone then?” Her fantastic eyebrow lifts and she smiles. No, no, no, this is not a good idea. But I want her so much.
“I can’t sleep with you, Callie.” Ah, my brain is kicking in again. Her face doesn’t change, she’s still smiling, which is odd. She moves to the bed and climbs on, crawling on all fours. My heart is in my throat. I’m getting a world class view of her arse in those black lace knickers. Her body twists around and she leans against the pillows.
I watch her hands as she slowly signs to me, “Just watch then.” The T-shirt is ripped off. Her thumbs hook either side of her knickers. I think I might have a stroke if she removes the… Holy shit, she’s removing them! Slowly and confidently, I watch her glide the fabric down her toned legs. I am captivated. Nothing short of a nuclear attack could get me to move from this spot. I never thought myself a voyeur but, damn, I am enjoying this show.
Her eyes never leave mine, even as she reaches for the toy she discarded a few moments ago. The lube is left where it is. Obviously, she is wet enough already. I feel that in my own pants. I am clenching like a drug mule in an airport security line. This is the hottest thing I have ever participated in.
Callie brings the tip of the dildo to her chest. She slowly glides it down between her bra-clad breasts. I follow the trajectory of that toy like a damn hawk. Her legs open and I am given my first look at her. I feel like a treasure hunter who has just cracked open a chest full of gold. And, just like that treasure hunter, I want to claim that gold as mine.
Gently, she rubs the dildo through her folds. My mouth waters. She is struggling to keep her eyes open. I can see how much she wants to let her head fall back in pleasure. Her breathing is laboured, her nostrils flare. I contemplate whether to break my stance and go to her or keep watching.
The toy dips into her. She begins to pick up rhythm and I moan. This is the sweetest torture. Fuck it. I won’t sleep with her, not this time anyway. Instead, I’ll give her something to watch, too. I flick the button of my shorts open and slide down the zip. Callie’s ministrations pause as she regards me. I see a flicker of surprise, but it’s quickly replaced by unbridled lust.
My finger glides easily through my slit. I avoid my clit to begin with because I’m pretty sure I’ll come immediately and that would be embarrassing. I am aching for release. We spend a few minutes edging. Callie then picks up the rhythm so I finally circle my clit. I have to grab my nipple. My need is taking over control and I’m not sure how long I can hold off. I don’t need to worry though, because Callie is writhing. Her chest is dotted with red patches as she comes. I let myself go, and it is magnificent!
Goodbye friend zone. There is no way we can remain “just friends” after that. Callie has collapsed entirely. The toy is still in place and I am itching to go over to her and play. Instead, I pull up my zip and refasten my shorts. Carefully, she takes out the dildo and then starts giggling.
“What is funny?” Laughing wasn’t the reaction I expected.
“Nothing, nothing.”
I was clearly missing something. “Tell me.”
“Okay, but please don’t be offended or anything.” Oh, sure, because saying that is a great way to ensure I’m not offended. I scowl at her, because I can, and she won’t take it badly. Callie knows my scowls, and this one is “mildly irritated,” not “I’m deeply offended.”
“Alright, stop scowling. So, you know how I name things.” I nod because of course I do. I watch her gaze travel to the toy and then I realise. What name goes next to Dildo?
“Are you kidding me? You named your fucking dildo Daisy?” Her hand covers her mouth as she laughs.
“I swear it wasn’t intentional. I wasn’t sat there thinking ‘Oh, I’ll call this Daisy after my first love’.” Did she just say I was her first love, as in L.O.V.E?
“You were in love with me?” I don’t give a shit if her toy is named after me. At least I was always on her mind. My question takes her aback. She’s just realised what she said. I can see her cogs working. She takes a big breath in.
“Daisy.” She gets off the bed and I have to will myself not to stare. I can see her red curls and, wow, I want my face in them. “You were everything to me. I loved you with everything I had.” I feel a tear run down my face. Shit, I am crying. Callie cups my face and swipes the tear away. I haven’t said anything yet and I won’t get the chance to because Callie is leaning in. Her lips touch mine and it’s so soft, so tentative. It feels like my very first kiss all over again.
My ability to see reason has left me. Callie Compton loved me. Past tense though, what about now?Shh, Daisy, for fuck’s sakes, just enjoy this!Her lips begin to move and her hand goes from my cheek to the base of my neck. She’s pulling me in and now our bodies are flush. My hands drop to her hips. Her skin is soft and warm. There is no rush. We are taking our time, enjoying each other.
I feel her filling me with desire. We don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow. We could get hit by a bus, I know that’s a popular adage, but in our case it’s true, we really could kick the bucket any day now. If something happens to me and I miss out on being with the only woman I have ever loved, I will be so pissed at myself. Time to seize the day and all that.
With little effort, I walk her backwards towards the bed. It’s not like the room is massive, so it takes us two steps and we’re there. My tank top is lifted up and over my head, and I’m glad I didn’t wear a bra today. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I have killer boobs. They’re C cups and they’re perky little buggers.
Callie continues to kiss me thoroughly. Our tongues are having the time of their lives. Her palm massages my left breast and it’s everything. As well as being perky, my tits are very sensitive. Her massage becomes firmer and I moan. A part of me goes stiff, and not in the good way. I know she said I was sexy when I moan, but it’s difficult for me to believe.
At my sound, her hand shifts so she’s pinching my nipple. Oh lord, I want to cry out in pleasure but I keep as quiet as I can.Please let Derek, Meryl, and Chris be far, far away from this bus.I grab her ass because, why wouldn’t I. I’ve spent long enough looking and fantasising about it. It’s firm and delicious. I will be biting that backside before the day is done.
God knows when she undid my shorts but they’re now falling to the floor. I push her away so she falls on to the bed. Her hair is a wild mass of curls. Thank you, humidity. I love her hair like that. She reaches round and unclasps her bra. I discard my knickers, and now we are both fully naked.
This is a monumental moment, and I want to take a second to really feel it. I have no doubt we will be fire between the sheets. Callie scoots up the bed. I climb on and stalk towards her. I have so many things I want to do to her I can’t decide where to start. I run my hands over her legs as I reach them. Everything about her is perfection in my eyes.
Her hand cups my face again. She wants me to lay on her. I have no idea if Callie has slept with a deaf person before. If she’s used to whispering sweet nothings in her partner’s ears, we may have a problem. I’ve had three women express that sleeping with a deaf person was “no big deal” and each one of those women ended up getting frustrated because they couldn’t talk dirty to me in bed.
