Author’s note: This story is a sequel to Leave Me. Spoilers for season 2.


Nikita had won. Hadn’t she? Percy was dead. Sergei Semak was dead. Amanda was, well, on the run, but certainly less of a threat to her now. And yet Division still stood. She was standing in it. In the heart of the beast, Operations, where she had access to everything Division was doing, all their little secrets, where each and every single surviving member was. The people who had been hunting her for years, all convicted criminals, most of whom had taken countless lives, and now she was technically their boss. It really was funny how things worked out.

Of course Percy was the one responsible for Daniel’s death, and countless others, so technically her vendetta had been against him. Division was his weapon, something Nikita had always believed she would need to take apart piece by piece to destroy him. As it turned out she hadn’t, and as much as part of her wanted to burn this place to the ground Nikita recognise that most people working for Percy had been just as much his victims as people he killed. He had talked about giving them a second chance, a chance to serve their country, but he had turned them all into his own personal army of monsters. Nikita had given herself a second chance, perhaps even a third. These people deserved to have the same.

Despite being willing to kill them all only a matter of hours ago Nikita would do her best to keep them alive and safe, something she wouldn’t have to do alone. There was Michael, who had been vital in securing the black boxes, something which had taken a few months but was worth it to remove Percy’s contingency plan. Berkoff had actually ended up helping too, and was now sitting a few feet away from her ready and willing to obey her command. On the other side of her was the head of Division Ryan Fletcher who not only arranged the raid on Division but had successfully struck a deal with the president to give the people working at Division a second chance. Nikita didn’t like the idea of having a boss again, but she didn’t want to officially run Division and if she had to have a boss she was glad it was him. Then of course there was her partner. Her lover. Her everything.

Suddenly a voice awoke her from her thoughts, “You should go to him.”

Nikita turned to Berkoff and frowned, “What?”

“Michael.” He said, “You’ve been staring at him for the last hour.”

Nikita smiled, “I haven’t been staring at him.”

It was true, although she tried to take in everything going on all the screens in front of her, and her surroundings in case anyone loyal to Percy tried to sneak up on her, Nikita’s eyes had continuously wandered to medical. Specifically to her two closest allies, both of whom had been injured during the assault on Division which Nikita felt totally responsible for. Which of course was ridiculous as they had both had every right to take their final revenge against Percy as she had done, both of them making it very clear they were in this with her to the end. That didn’t stop her feeling guilty though.

Feeling a little confused Berkoff began blathering, “But you guys are, you know… together, right? Because Mikey’s never really been much of a conversationalist but he’s obviously crazy about you and-”

He said a whole lot more but Nikita couldn’t register it or anything else because her lover was on the move. The doctors and Michael were trying to talk her out of it but it was no use, when Alexandra Udinov made up her mind to do something nothing could stop her. That was one of the many things they have in common, Nikita briefly smiling at the thought as her heart pounded in her chest with increasing force the closer her lover got to ops.

When finally she appeared, dishevelled and bandaged, Alex spotted her immediately and choked out, “Nikita.”

“Alex.” Nikita said breathlessly, tears running down her cheeks at the sight of her baby girl.

Alex wasn’t sure what she was expecting. Most likely ordered back to medical, she supposed. Perhaps with Nikita coldly dismissing her or perhaps getting angry like she would have done not that long ago. It didn’t really matter, regardless of the action and how aching her body was Alex needed to see Nikita. To see with her own eyes the older woman was ok. That they were ok. That everything was ok. Because as she had told her lover before the raid on Division any outcome where Nikita wasn’t ok was nothing short of a devastating failure for her. So seeing Nikita alive and well was all she needed. After this, if it was what Nikita wanted, she would happily slink away into the shadows to lick her wounds.

Instead Nikita rushed over to her and pulled Alex into her arms, both women clinging onto each other for dear life. Again that would have been enough for Alex but when Nikita eventually pulled back she paused, cupped the younger girl’s tearstained cheek and then after another pause kissed her right there in front of everybody.

The kiss only lasted a few seconds but it was passionate and loving while still being incredibly gentle, a simple press of lips to lips which meant so much to both women. For Alex the most important thing about it was Nikita wasn’t ashamed of her. That she wasn’t going to have to hide in the shadows, the mighty Nikita’s dirty little secret, but now finally people would know she was with this goddess. Know that this goddess was hers, and be jealous of her for it. Be in awe of her, kind of like a certain geek very close by who was the first one to utter a sound after Nikita pulled back and exchanged a soft smile with Alex.

“Ohhhh.” Berkoff muttered silently to himself in realisation, “Cool.”

“Shut up nerd.” Nikita said dryly once she had turned to look at the hacker, the smile leaving her face.

“Hey, I’m happy for you, really.” Berkoff quickly assured the assassin, “I, I just didn’t see this coming.”

Turning back to her girlfriend Nikita smiled, “Me neither.”

Again Alex returned the smile and the two spies shared another moment before being interrupted by a fake coughing sound.

“Nikita…” Ryan began, knowing he had to choose his words carefully, “I appreciate you staying here to help with the transition, but you clearly need a break, and Alex shouldn’t have left sickbay, so why don’t you both try and find somewhere to sleep. Trust me, there will still be plenty to do tomorrow. You staying here any longer won’t do anything to change that. So… stand down and get some rest. That’s an order.”

Those last words were clearly given in the half serious tone, although Nikita suspected that was to appease her. Ryan knew she didn’t like taking orders, and as much as she didn’t like the idea of running Division she hated the idea of taking orders almost just as much. Of course his tone aside he was right, she was exhausted and the chances of Alex leaving her side now was slim and none, at least without a fight and Nikita couldn’t afford to be seen as not on the same page with her allies.

So after staring at Ryan for a few seconds Nikita said, “You’re right. I’ll take Alex back to the infirmary and get some rest. But if you need me, don’t hesitate to call.”

Ryan smiled, “I won’t.”

With that Nikita turned back to Alex and studied her girlfriend’s injuries. She’d been doing that for some time, watching as doctor’s removed bullets from Alex’s shoulder, watched them bandaged and stitch up her baby girl’s wounds, waited by her bedside for her to wake up for as long as she could, but now they were truly face to face for the first time before invading Division. And Nikita had to admit, for a girl who had gone through hell and back Alex looked good, both of them getting away with some minor bumps and bruises, minus Alex damaged shoulder.

“Are you ok to walk back?” Nikita asked as she put a protective arm around Alex and guided her towards the door.

“I’ll be ok.” Alex insisted, “You?”

Nikita smiled, “As long as you’re ok, I’m ok.”

Alex nodded and then once they were out the door mumbled, “Follow me, I wanna show you something.”

Part of Nikita inwardly huffed that this was another person giving her orders, only worse as it was the girl almost half her age who had been her little minion for almost a year and a half. However this was Alex, the girl she would do anything for, so Nikita ‘obeyed’ without hesitation. After all Alex hadn’t hesitated in following her to hell, or even wandering into it all by herself what was almost a year ago now, so this was the least Nikita could do.

Of course as weird as it had been to be back in Ops it was nothing compared to walking the halls of Division again, something Nikita would have thought she would only have to do again as part of an assault or her nightmares. To do so now was kind of jarring, but luckily Nikita had plenty to tell Alex which helped keep her mind off it.

Alex didn’t like the sound of keeping Division going, even if it was only temporary to clean up Percy’s mess. It sounded like a slippery slope and while Nikita’s intentions were noble Alex could think of at least a dozen ways it could all go south. But debate on their future could wait. All that mattered to Alex right now was the fact that they had a future, that she and Nikita were both alive, together and happy.

There were so many ways Alex would have liked to have celebrated that fact, but there was one in particular which was overwhelming and now might be the only time they could get away with it. The future was so uncertain, but right now Alex had never felt safer to be in Division. There were armed US Marines wandering the halls and an army of them waiting outside so even if there were any Percy sympathisers left Alex severely doubted they would risk making a move now. Then again it was hard to imagine anyone would risk their life by taking on the mighty Nikita just to avenge Percy. After all the man was not well liked and by all accounts they had taken care of his contingency schemes.

So Alex guided her mentor to the maze which was Division’s corridors until they reached a room the Russian heiress would never forget. The place she had lived in for months but had never felt like home, the entire time Alex knowing she had a true home, a warm bed and a goddess of a woman waiting for her when she escaped this vile place.

Alex never thought she would return here and yet here she was opening the door to her former ‘cell’ while murmuring, “This… this was my room.”

Nikita smiled softly as she followed Alex into the room, “Mine too.”

“I know.” Alex smiled as she locked the door, adding once she noticed the look Nikita was giving her, “Michael told me. Some nights it was the only thing that allowed me to sleep. Knowing you had been here too, in this exact room, sleeping in the same bed, I… God, it’s kind of pathetic but I used to smell the sheets in the hope I would get the smallest trace of your scent.”

Clearly embarrassed Alex lowered her head, prompting Nikita to stroll over to her, lift up her chin and whisper, “I couldn’t sleep either. Not without you in my arms. I, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to sleep without you by my side.”

Alex smiled gratefully, “Me neither. I only survived here because I could imagine you here with me. Holding me. Touching me. Fucking me.”

Seeing the longing in Alex’s eyes Nikita murmured in a warning tone, “Alex, your shoulder-”

“Is fine. I’m fine, I swear.” Alex promised, “But, we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want too. It’s kind of been a big day for both of us. I just want to be able to sleep with you, here, in this room, just once. Please? I wanna know what it’s like to lay in your arms in this room.”

Nikita bit her lip, thinking about it for a long few moments. She obsessively weighed the pros and cons, although mostly cons, but still ultimately couldn’t resist cupping Alex’s cheek and softly telling the younger girl, “Wait here. I’ll be right back, I promise. I just have to do something first.”

“What?” Alex whined, not wanting to wait another second to have Nikita’s arms wrapped around her.

Briefly kissing Alex’s forehead Nikita smiled softly and whispered, “Trust me.”

With that Nikita moved away from Alex and swiftly left the room. Then despite her aches and pains she marched with unstoppable determination back to sickbay where she grabbed the rucksack she had brought with her on the raid. It was still half full with loaded weaponry, among other vital things, quickly slipping the most important one of them into her pocket before marching back to her waiting lover.

A few of the doctors tried to check up on her but a quick look from her told them to back off. It was the same for the military officers she passed, the deadly spy smirking as it became crystal clear that everyone around her feared her. Nikita knew it was unhealthy to enjoy the feeling, but in a place like this it could only help keep her and her lover safe. And if being feared was the price of keeping herself and more importantly Alex safe Nikita would do whatever it took to maintain the stone cold killer facade all these people saw her as. Not that it was a complete facade, she thought sadly, before putting such things out of her mind as she entered her old Division quarters to find Alex waiting for her on her bed. Their bed.

After allowing herself a brief moment to enjoy that sight Nikita close the door behind her and locked it. She then briefly thought how flimsy that lock was. How almost anyone with even a bit of security clearance could simply override the lock and walk in here making her gesture all but meaningless. That they certainly weren’t safe from discovery, or even 100% safe from someone trying to take them down for what they had done, but then again they never would be. This would never be truly over, but at the moment it was over as it was ever going to be, and because of that… there was something Nikita desperately wanted to do. Almost needed to do, as crazy as it maybe.

“Niki…” Alex whispered, getting up from the bed as Nikita turn to look at her and then walked towards her until she was standing in front of her.

“I was going to wait until our first real date, but it’s looking more and more like that’s never going to happen.” Nikita said sadly, letting out a laugh which sounded more like a cry, “It was a childish dream anyway. Such a risk just to feel like a normal couple for a few hours. But we’re not normal Alex. We’ll never be normal. Not together, or apart. We’re both screwed up, and weird, but as long as we’re together… I feel like that could be ok. So, this will have to do. This… this room is so… significant to us both, this is probably more meaningful anyway. And honestly, I can’t wait any more.”

Alex’s mouth fell open in overwhelming shock and joy as Nikita slowly got down on one knee in front of her, the gesture unmistakable.

After searching for the right words for a few seconds Nikita continued, “Alex… we’ve only really known each other for two years. We spent half that time having sex, and the rest barely talking about anything that matters. I’ve lied to you and held back information for your own good, and for the good of our mission, but mostly because I didn’t want to grow attached to you. I wanted to keep my distance so I’d be able to think rationally, but mostly it was because I thought caring about someone would make me weak. And you do Alex, you make me weak because I can’t bear the thought of life without you. I can’t think clearly or subjectively because you fill my every waking thought. And while you make me weak by dulling those skills you make me ten times as dangerous, because I would burn the entire world to the ground if I could have just one more night with you in my arms.”

“Nikita-” Alex began.

“I love you, Alex.” Nikita interrupted huskily, taking the younger girl’s hand in her own, “I love you more than anyone or anything I’ve ever known. I… I don’t understand it, I don’t know when it happened, if there was ever anything I could have done to stop it, or even if I ever truly wanted to stop it. All I know is I’m in love with you, and I want you to have a symbol of how I truly feel about you. So, if I’m honest, now people can know about us I want there to be no confusion. I want people to look at you and know you’re mine. That you belong to me, and if they even think about touching you I’ll break every bone in their body. And I know that’s wrong, but I don’t care. And I know we’ve only been officially together for two weeks but that’s like twenty years for the likes of us. And two years, or even one, are like a lifetime. And things are so intense right now I don’t know how long we have left, but whether it’s two years or two seconds I want to spend them knowing without a shadow of a doubt that you’re mine.”

Tears of overwhelming joy filled Alex’s eyes during Nikita’s speech and then they started running down her cheek when Nikita pulled a little black box from her pocket. Then there was a little pause, Nikita looking at Alex for any sign of objection, something which Alex found absurd.

Cupping Nikita’s face Alex whispered, “I’ve always been yours.”

“Yes. Yes you have.” Nikita agreed, “But I want you to wear a symbol of that. Something which tells the world Alexandra Udinov belongs to me. That she’s mine. That someday she will be my wife. Not that we have to rush into that part, not if you don’t want too. We can call this a promise ring, if you like. And you can tell me when you’re ready to call it something else. Until then… Alex… someday, will you be my wife?”

During the pause in that last sentence Nikita opened the little box and presented Alex with the most beautiful diamond ring she’d ever seen, the Russian girl taking a couple of long seconds to admire its beauty before she said, “Yes! Yes, I’ll be your wife, I’ll marry you right now if you want!”

Alex barely got those words out she was crying so hard, the salty tears ruining her make up. Normally she wouldn’t worry about such trivial things, but this was such a pivotal moment of her life, something she will remember forever, and the fact was she far from her best. Her body was covered in cuts, bruises and dirt, her hair and make-up were messed up, she was probably ugly crying more than anything resembling ladylike sobbing, and her voice seemed so whiny and high-pitched she almost asked for a do over. Yet somehow Nikita was looking at her like she was the most beautiful thing on earth, that look in turn making Alex feel pretty, if not the most beautiful thing on earth.

Before Alex could give any more thought to her looks Nikita kissed her, softly and tenderly, their lips just lightly brushing together. Then Nikita was taking the ring out of the box and sliding it onto Alex’s ring finger, the two women staring at each other nearly the entire time. Then they shared a soft laugh, then they were kissing, gently at first and then not, Nikita lowering Alex down onto the bed as slowly and gently as possible, the younger girl slightly wincing as her injured shoulder came to rest against the bed sheets.

They lay there for quite a while, the two assassins passionately making out with Nikita lying half on top of Alex, half curled up against the younger girl’s side so she could avoid putting any weight on Alex’s shoulder. Of course Alex had all but forgotten about her injuries or anything else because she had Nikita in her bed. The bed which she had spent countless nights dreaming of Nikita in, romantic and sex dreams all blurring together until she wasn’t sure which one she wanted. Then the kiss started getting her all worked up and Alex decided since she’d had one she now wanted the other.

Nikita seemed uncharacteristically reluctant to the idea, shutting down Alex half a dozen times when she tried to intensify the kiss and slapping her hands away when they tried to wander anywhere fun. It reminded Alex of how Nikita had been before they started having sex, the young Russian almost shuddering at the memory. Resistance was very characteristic of that old Nikita, although Alex didn’t think she’d ever seen that Nikita smile. Not once. Of course Alex was very aware of why Nikita was hesitant, and since subtly asking for what she wanted wasn’t going to cut it Alex decided to take the direct approach.

That involves breaking the kiss, looking Nikita directly in the eye and whispering, “Fuck me.”

For a moment Nikita almost looked shocked, then a tiny smile briefly crossed her face before she softly asked, “Are you sure you’re up for it?”

“Yes.” Alex insisted, moving a little closer and huskily adding, “I want this. I need this. Please Nikita, fuck me. I, I want my future wife to ravage me.”

Hearing those words drove Nikita wild. Not just the mild dirty talk and Alex pleading for Nikita to fuck her, that always drove the deadly spy crazy, but hearing Alex refer to her as her future wife, God, Nikita could barely resist tearing the other girl’s clothes to ribbons and brutally fucking her new fiancé senseless. Thankfully Nikita had mastered restraint a long time ago, although she needed everything she had to simply gently kiss her baby girl and slowly, gently strip her and herself of their clothes.

Even once they were naked Nikita insisted on just kissing Alex for several minutes, keeping the younger girl in line with soft but firm discouraging pushes or simply removing the young Russian’s hands from certain places before she decided they were ready for that. Of course when they moved on Nikita was the one touching Alex. She was the top in their relationship after all, and Alex was injured, so the other girl would just have to lie back and let Nikita have her wicked way with her.

To be fair Alex didn’t seem to be complaining. Far from it, the younger spy moaning into Nikita’s mouth as she slid her hands all over Alex’s body. Well, she avoided touching the younger girl in between her legs, or more accurately saved that for later, but compensated by first paying extra attention to Alex’s butt and then to her breasts. The butt groping was still more of a tease for later of course, but cupping and massaging those round little hills of flesh, and particularly tweaking those little nipples, had Alex writhing underneath her, Nikita grinning in triumph as she enjoyed every little moan and whimper from her precious protégé.

Nikita was treated to even more moans, whimpers and various other sounds when she finally broke the kiss and moved to Alex’s neck, the older assassin spending more time biting down on that soft flesh than she did kissing, licking and sucking on it so there would be another sign of her ownership of Alex on the younger girl’s body. Then she briefly moved down to licking and sucking on Alex’s nipples, Nikita cupping each breast in turn into her mouth while continuing to press the other with her fingers. Then she became distracted from this task when she finally slid one hand in between Alex’s legs.

“Oooooooh, my baby girl is so wet for me.” Nikita chuckled, unable to resist looking at her student while she rubbed her very wet pussy.

“I’m, ohhhhhhh, I’m always wet for you sensei.” Alex moaned, lifting her hips ever so slightly in response to Nikita’s touch.

“And why is that my young padawan?” Nikita teased, slipping her thumb over the other girl’s clit.

“Oooooohhhhhh Gooooodddddd, Nikita, mmmmmm, please don’t tease me.” Alex begged.

“Answer the question, my fiancé.” Nikita demanded, pressing her index finger against Alex’s entrance.

“Because you turn me on! Because you’re a goddess! Ohhhhhh God, because I’m your lesbian slut who craves to lick every inch of your perfect body.” Alex whimpered, desperately searching for the words which would make her master give her what she wanted. Then it came to her, Alex almost laughing as she momentarily felt so stupid given how obvious it was. However she was far too desperate to do anything but immediately proclaim, “Because I’m yours! Because I’m your property, ready and willing to be used by you whenever you want!”

Alex was going to say more, a lot more. Whatever it took to get Nikita to fuck her. Of course she believed every word of it, the mighty Nikita being nothing less than a goddess to Alexandra Udinov who considered herself to be this higher being’s pussy licker. This true Alpha female’s lesbian slut. This perfect creature’s property. Nikita’s property.

Unfortunately before Alex could list the other things she was to her own personal goddess Nikita began to slowly push her index finger inside of her, Alex’s words becoming gibberish as she let out a long, drawn out moan. It was followed by yet more moans once Nikita’s finger was all the way inside her pussy, the older spy barely wasting a second before beginning to pump in and out, Nikita officially beginning to finger fuck her fiancé.

Honestly Alex wasn’t sure which part of that last thought made her happier, the fact that Nikita was finger fucking her or that she was Nikita’s fiancé. Not that she was given much time to analyse it as shortly after sliding her index finger inside her Nikita kissed her again, Alex soon battling the older spy’s tongue for dominance inside their mouths.

As usual Nikita was not above playing dirty, in this case meaning after a while she pushed her middle finger into Alex’s pussy and then immediately capitalised on the other girl’s loss of concentration by bullying her tongue into submission. She then kept Alex’s tongue under control by rubbing the young Russian’s clit, this being another thing Alex didn’t mind, not at all, the younger assassin happily ‘letting’ Nikita have her way with her. And by ‘letting’ she meant allowing the natural order of things, Alex feeling… knowing she had no chance against the superior woman, the new head of Zetrov submitting to her master. Her mistress. Her everything.

Nikita smirked in triumph as once again she felt Alex submitting to her, the younger girl going limp underneath her in surrender. Just the way Nikita liked it, this submission fuelling the already raging fire inside her to fuck Alex and make her cum. For Nikita that was never a difficult task and Alex’s pussy seemed as welcoming to her fingers as ever, maybe even more so. Which gave her an idea.

Slowing down her rhythm momentarily Nikita very slowly and carefully inserted a third finger. Then she very slowly added a fourth after breaking the kiss with Alex so she could study her lover’s face for any discomfort or hesitation. Thankfully although Alex looked a little taken aback at first she stayed relaxed and continued allowing Nikita the access she needed, the younger girl even moaning loudly in pleasure as the older woman slid that fourth finger inside of her, stretching her like never before.

They had talked about doing this recently, and while it was something they had never done before and Alex had never experienced, Alex had agreed to try it. Nikita had promised she would save it for a special occasion and this seemed appropriate. She had also promised that she would make it as easy on Alex as possible, and given the young spy’s reactions Nikita was doing a good job. Still she remained cautious, fucking Alex slowly and steadily, only building up the pace again when Alex had been moaning in pure pleasure for quite a while.

Once Nikita started building up the rhythm Alex started humping upwards to meet the older assassin’s thrusts while whimpering, “Nожалуйста, пожалуйста, please Nikita, harder! Fuck me harder! Oooooohhhhhh Gooooddddd make me cum! Aaaaaahhhhhh fuckkkkkkk, you feel so good, mmmmmmm, your fingers feel so good inside me, ohhhhhhhh please, пожалуйста fuck me hard and make me cum! Mmmmmm, I feel so full, mmmmmmm, so… stretched, by you, I, oooooooohhhhhhh God Nikita fuck me! Nikita! Oooooohhhhhh Gooooddddddd!”

Even though Nikita was trying to treat Alex right nowadays she still like to keep her baby girl on the edge of climax, partly to make her eventual orgasm that much stronger and partly for the sadistic joy of torturing her protégé. Although, if Nikita was honest with herself, it was mostly to savour the sense of power she had over the younger/less experienced assassin, this young woman who was powerful in her own right squirming underneath her and desperately begging for her release. Of course Nikita inevitably gave it to her and by their standards Alex wasn’t waiting that long until Nikita increased the pace of her thrusts ever so slightly and curled her fingers upwards to attack the other girl’s G-spot.

Alex came pretty much instantly, Nikita slowing down while both women savoured the sensation of the younger girl’s pussy clamping down behind the older woman’s fingers. Of course Alex got the added benefit of a wonderful wave of ecstasy running through her body, but Nikita seemed pretty intent with just staring at her face as she came, her mentor having already confessed to loving the look on her face when she came. Alex completely understood, she felt the same way about watching Nikita cum, something which would be hopefully happening again very soon.

After bringing her down from her high Nikita slowly pulled her fingers out of her cunt, Alex letting out a sharp cry at the bizarre feeling of pain and pleasure that caused her. Or more accurately soreness and pleasure, whatever discomfort she felt barely noticeable and quickly forgotten when Nikita brought her fingers up to her face and then slowly took them one by one into her mouth.

Alex watched intently as Nikita ate her cum this way, moaning most of the time that she was sucking on those fingers until she reached the last digit, which just so happened to be her index finger a.k.a. the finger which had spent most time in Alex’s pussy. Nikita then smiled and offered it to her protégé, Alex not hesitating for a second to wrap her lips around Nikita’s finger and suck her own juices from them, nearly the whole time staring lustfully at Nikita. Nikita stared intently back as she gave Alex a chance to finish cleaning that finger before she pulled it away from her and started moving down Alex’s body.

Before Nikita could get very far Alex softly whispered, “Wait, surely it’s your turn?”

“I don’t think so.” Nikita said dismissively, before being surprised by Alex grabbing her by the hair and stopping her just before she could attack her destination with her mouth.

“How about we make it both our turns?” Alex suggested, trying to make her voice not sound too forceful.

For a moment Alex thought she had overstepped and Nikita would get angry, either giving her a long lecture about who was in charge or bending Alex over and giving her a spanking, both options honestly turning the younger girl on even more. Instead Nikita just smiled at her and shifted her body around so that her womanhood was hovering over Alex’s face, the young Russian having to stop herself from immediately reaching out, grabbing Nikita’s butt and shoving her downwards the second that wet treasure was close to her forever Nikita’s pussy hungry mouth.

Deliberately teasing her protégé/fiancé Nikita slowed her movements once she was hovering over Alex, even stopping altogether when her cunt was about an inch away from the younger spy’s face. Then when she heard Alex take a gentle breath in a tiny sign that she was about to beg to eat her pussy Nikita swiftly pressed herself all the way down until she was literally smothering the other girl with her cunt. Which was of course what Alex wanted, minus maybe the trouble breathing part, Nikita lifting herself up slightly so her student could properly breathe again and more importantly lick her needy hole.

Perhaps to punish Nikita for the teasing/smothering Alex didn’t dive into that needy hole right away, choosing instead to give the length of the older woman’s pussy lips slow but steady strokes with her tongue. It was also possible Alex wasn’t sure what speed/force Nikita wanted her to go at, or guessed by the teasing/smothering her sensei was in the teasing mood. The last option was correct, and Nikita suspected it was the reason for Alex’s actions which made her happy/proud. Not that it really mattered right now whether Alex correctly anticipated Nikita’s mood, the fact was one way or another her minion/fiancé was doing exactly what she wanted her too so she deserved a reward.

Nikita was only too happy to reward Alex. Eventually. But it was just too tempting to lean back so the focus was on her sitting on that young, pretty face, Alex licking away at her pussy lips like a kitten with the saucer of milk, without the slightest bit of hesitation in those licks despite the fact Nikita was taking her sweet time following through on what they agreed. Although to be fair Alex trusted Nikita to do it eventually, and the young Russian seemed eager to return the earlier favour. Plus as had been thoroughly proven by now Alex loved licking Nikita’s pussy, perhaps even more than Nikita loved having Alex lick her.

After enjoying that fact for a few moments Nikita decided to reward Alex and prove she liked licking her protégé’s pussy just as much, the older woman leaning down until she was in a classic 69 position with the younger girl. Then Nikita took a brief moment to savour the sweet smell of the other assassin’s private area before closing her eyes, sticking out her tongue and slowly sliding it over Alex’s sex.

For a moment Alex paused to moan as Nikita’s tongue caressed her pussy lips, that wet muscle travelling all the way from the bottom where her love hole was to the very top so it teased her clit. Then Alex refocused on licking her teacher’s cunt, knowing from previous experience it was likely Nikita would punish her in some way if she got ‘lazy’ and stop doing what she was supposed to do just because of the older woman’s talented tongue. And the most likely punishment was being denied that talented tongue, something Alex certainly didn’t want to happen.

Despite being already given a handful of orgasms the taste of Nikita’s pussy on her tongue could quickly revitalised Alex. Plus spending a year of near non-stop training with Nikita, or more accurately a year of almost non-stop training/non-stop training and fucking the last six months of it, Alex’s stamina was nearly inhuman. And honestly while Nikita’s tongue was more than a little distracting in its own way it also motivated her to continue her work, especially as it was basically returning the favour for Alex’s latest round of multiple orgasms.

Of course because of those orgasms, and the sheer joy of licking the superior woman’s pussy, it wasn’t long before Nikita’s talented tongue had Alex on the edge of yet another climax. That in turn pushed Alex to work even harder to get her mentor/fiancé off, the younger spy frantically jerking her head up and down so she was bashing the older assassin’s clit with her nose/upper lip with every thrust of her tongue. She also curled that tongue inside her boss, hitting Nikita’s G-spot with practised ease, Alex only pausing this technique briefly so she could swallow her lover’s heavenly girl cream.

After a little more teasing Nikita began basically using the same technique, the dominant brunette making sure that both she and her minion came at the same time, that minion never more grateful as she couldn’t think of a happier time in her life than when she and Nikita came together. Well, there were a few times which were just as good like the last time they had sex, Alex briefly taking a moment to become lost in the memory before she concentrated on swallowing Nikita’s cum and then roughly tongue fucking the other woman to another climax.

Nikita did the same thing, the two women becoming lost in making each other cum for what felt like an eternity. Then, as was almost always the case with these things, Nikita decided enough was enough and she pulled herself away from Alex, turned round and collapsed on her protégé’s body. She then briefly wondered if it was Alex’s youth at gave her stamina to go on forever, or whether she just wanted to please her master, even now that it was so much more than teacher/student. Nikita expected this latter, that thought making her smile softly into Alex’s neck before she gently began to kiss it, lingering there for a while before making her way to the younger girl’s lips.

Unsurprisingly Alex welcomed her lips, and later her tongue, the little Russian jackrabbit kissing Nikita back with impressive enthusiasm even for her. And Nikita enjoyed those lips and eventually Alex’s tongue against her own, the always in control brunette indulging a long make out session with her young protégé/fiancé. Then Nikita broke what had been mostly a gentle kiss, pulled back and just stared down at the girl who had stolen her heart, at some point gently cupping Alex’s face and smiling softly.

“How would you like to make this a really special night?” Nikita asked eventually.

Alex thought it was already a pretty eventful night, one she would no doubt remember for the rest of her life, but that didn’t stop her from replying, “What did you have in mind?”

Nikita hesitated for a moment and then softly replied, “I was thinking you could top me.”

Feeling a little confused Alex half smiled, half frowned, “Ok, but I’ve done that before.”

Nikita shook her head, “No, I mean really top me.”

Alex thought for a minute, and then she realised what the other woman might be implying, “You mean-”

“Fuck my ass.” Nikita interrupted, “I want you to fuck my ass.”

Trying and failing not to seem nervous Alex asked, “Have you ever done that before?”

Nikita shook her head, “No. I’ve never done that. I… I never wanted too.”

As Nikita trailed off, seemingly in deep thought, Alex said, “You don’t have too.”

Snapping out of her thoughts Nikita refocused on her lover and said, “I want too! I’m going too! I mean… you’re different. With… with other women, I was always dominant. Sometimes I let them think they were in control, but it was an illusion. And it was the same thing with men, I always had them right where I wanted them. Even the men I loved I needed to control, because I never truly trusted them. Never really let them in. But you Alex, you’re different. I want you to have every part of me. The most private part of me, the part I never let anyone have, and truly submit to someone for the first time in my life. If you’re up for it.”

The fact that the last part of that sentence was challenging did not go unnoticed by Alex, who tried to smile bravely while replying, “Oh, I’m up for it.”

Nikita smiled softly and then kissed her lover, “Wait here, I’ll be right back.”

Feeling her strength renewed Nikita lifted herself up and was about to crawl off of Alex and get off the bed when her protégé/fiancé flipped her onto her back, pressed up against her and literally growled, “No, you wait here. I’ll be right back.”

While Nikita was sure Alex was going for dominant she instead came off as cute. Adorable even, Nikita knowing she could effortlessly flipped their positions again and put this girl in her place. Of course that was part of the thrill of submitting to Alex, knowing she was allowing this weaker girl to top her. It also allowed Nikita to let go of her precious control, knowing she could regain it if she really wanted too. Although she was sure there would be no need for that as Alex was one person in the whole world she could trust with anything, including her mental and physical well-being.

As she calmed herself with that fact Nikita watched Alex giddily skipped towards the bag she’d left next to the sink, pull out a strap-on and quickly began attaching it. Then Nikita raised an eyebrow as Alex reached back into the bag to retrieve some anal lubricant, the older spy calling out, “Don’t you want me to suck it?”

“After.” Alex said dismissively, looking at Nikita mischievously as she squeezed some of the lube into her hand before began to approach the bed while rubbing the liquid into the shaft, “All I want you to do right now is bend over.”

Smiling wickedly Nikita turned over, lifted herself onto all fours and then asked teasingly, “Are you finally going to have your revenge Alexandra Udinov?”

“This has to be the last time. This is crazy. It’s wrong. It’s against the rules. We shouldn’t be doing this. We can’t keep doing this Darcy.” Jane mumbled in between kisses.

Darcy had been hearing a variation of the above speech for the past few weeks. If it had been any other girl she would have probably lost it, either yelling at the girl or telling her she should learn a new tune, however this was Jane Foster, the one person Darcy wanted above all others. Besides with Jane it was somehow still cute, especially when the older girl made the first move. True, Darcy normally manipulated Jane into doing it by shamelessly flirting with her, but that didn’t make it any less funny.

At least Jane had given up on claiming to be straight after the third or fourth time they had sex, a claim Darcy had found ridiculous given the eagerness Jane had shown the first time she got to play with her big tits, not to mention how ravenous she had been at eating Darcy out. Sure Jane could be bi like Darcy but straight as an arrow Jane Foster was dead and gone. Or at least that perception was as the case maybe, Darcy proving this point as she moved her hands down to Jane’s perky little tits and found that her nipples were already as hard as rocks.

Grinning widely against Jane’s lips Darcy spent a few moments playing with those hard little buds, making her boss moan repeatedly into her mouth in the process. Then she broke away to lay a few kisses on Jane’s neck before descending further to those perky little treats, Darcy flicking one with her tongue before taking it into her mouth. After sucking on that for a few moments Darcy switch to the other one, going back and forth as Jane writhed in pleasure beneath her.

It took a little manoeuvring but Darcy had managed to talk her way into the tiny hole in the wall Jane called her apartment, and then into the scientist’s disorganised bed. Talking Jane into coming back to her place was even tougher but Darcy had just about managed it. Both were preferable to fucking in the desert because even in Jane’s cheap, uncomfortable bed they were somewhat shielded from the sun which was always a drag to wake up too. However most nights they were out really late and Darcy would prefer to fuck in the Winnebago than to not fuck Jane at all. She’d even take outside of it, the upside being that Jane’s precious stars had a way of calming her, making it easier for Darcy to fuck her. And given how Darcy planned to fuck Jane tonight she concluded she would need the stars, so she had laid out a nice soft blanket near the Winnebago, the metal monstrosity hopefully providing them with at least some shade from the sun come morning.

While it was true the sight of the stars had a calming effect on Jane they were little comfort now that she was naked in the middle of the desert and moments away from being fucked by her dildo wearing assistant.

Upon first seeing the strap-on dildo Jane had told Darcy there was no way she was using that on her. Unfortunately her tone had been about as convincing as Jane’s declarations that this had to be the last time they had sex etc and Jane couldn’t even convince herself she believe that anymore. Sex with Darcy was just so addictive Jane just couldn’t say no. Or more accurately she couldn’t say no and mean it, after the first few times Jane giving up on no altogether in favour of the equally unbelievable this had to be the last time.

Of course part of Jane wanted to mean it just like there was part of her which was genuinely appalled at the idea of using a strap-on. Or should that be intimidated. Yes, intimidated seemed like a better fit given how Jane felt. But she also felt a little intrigued, and by the time that Darcy was slipping a finger into her pussy Jane was dripping wet. To be fair all the foreplay had a lot to do with that, but the idea of getting fucked by a dildo wearing Darcy had become increasingly intriguing, especially because Jane had no doubt that unlike most of her previous lovers Darcy would know what she was doing.

Again proving her competence in the art of lesbian sex, if not as an assistant, Darcy slowly pumped Jane’s pussy for several long minutes, proving herself more skilled with one little finger than some men were with their cock. Although to be fair Darcy was cheating, her mouth still running back and forth between Jane’s nipples at first, then kissing down the older brunette’s stomach to her thighs, making the astrophysicist quiver with anticipation. This was unfortunately the one thing Darcy had proven to have plenty of patience for, the younger girl once again torturing her boss for what felt like an eternity until finally Jane let out a long, loud cry of joy as she felt what could only be Darcy’s tongue touching her twat and then sliding up the full length of her downstairs lips.

With most girls Darcy wouldn’t bother with this much foreplay. Hell, there had been plenty of nights when she was drunk and horny and she had told whoever she was with not to bother with any foreplay, instead just fuck her until they both passed out, which sadly didn’t usually last very long but sometimes it was sort of satisfying. However Darcy never rush things with Jane. Well, not at first. The brilliant astrophysicist always needed a little coaxing to let out the pussy loving slut within, but more than any other time before Darcy wanted to skip right to the hard fucking.

Since that wasn’t an option Darcy had forced herself to take the same gentle tactics as every other time before and now it was finally paying off. Not that Darcy hadn’t loved kissing Jane, sucking her little nipples and sliding her tongue all over her body because she had. She really, really had. But now Darcy’s tongue was sliding gently along Jane’s pussy lips in a slow but steady licking motion, the assistant’s eyelids fluttering as she lapped up her boss’s sweet cream in a way which had them both moaning in pleasure.

Granted Darcy’s moans weren’t as loud as Jane’s, but they did cause vibrations in her tongue which made Jane moan even louder and the older brunette’s juices flow even more rapidly out of her cunt. That in turn made it even more tempting for Darcy to pick up the pace of the pussy licking. And again, if it had been anyone else she probably would have. After all Jane was very much relaxed by now, and Darcy could definitely keep her relaxed by fucking her to multiple orgasms. However, with Jane Foster it was better to be safe than sorry. Besides, while with anyone else she would be desperate by now to get to the hard fucking Darcy liked gently making love to Jane.

Before she had bedded her cutest boss ever Darcy had never really made love before. She’d had soft and gentle sex, but this was different because she never cared about anyone or anything the way she cared about Jane Foster. That somehow made everything mean more from the swipes of her tongue to the way Jane’s pussy tasted. Then again with the latter it could be just that Jane had an exceptional tasting cunt, Darcy pondering this debate not for the first time as she became lost in licking Jane’s pussy.

Of course Jane had always been terrible at guessing what other people wanted. For her equations and stars were far easier than people. But as clueless as she was when it came to these things she now suspected Darcy loved her. Partly because Darcy had more or less said as much, but mostly because she treated Jane like she was precious. Special. Not just some annoying girl to be ignored during sex, but the centre of her world. And the way she looked at her, touched her, it was enough to make Jane’s body quiver.

Then again Darcy’s tongue had a lot to do with why Jane was quivering right now, the brainy brunette once again trying to work up the courage to tell the younger girl to fuck her hard. Jane knew if she could only ask Darcy would give it to her. Partly because it was rare for the younger brunette to ever deny her something, especially during sex, but mostly because by the time she worked up the courage to actually say it Darcy had been going to give it to her anyway. Or was waiting for Jane to ask.

In case this was one of the latter moments Jane continued to push herself until finally she managed to stammer, “Darcy, please…”

Sometimes that was enough. Sadly this was not one of those times, Darcy not even looking up at her despite Jane managing to mumble those two words over and over again. Clearly she would need to say more, and as difficult as it was for her Jane did eventually manage it.

“Fuck me… fuck me Darcy, ooooooohhhhhhhh Goddddddd, Darcy! Darcy, Darcy, Darcy!” Jane cried out as her assistant pushed her tongue into her aching core and started fucking her with it.

Even though Darcy’s tongue in her cunt was exactly what Jane had been waiting for finally getting it after all that build up rendered her a quivering wreck. With what little was left of her mind Jane thought it was surprising she hadn’t cum. Then again Darcy seemed to have such power over her body Jane wouldn’t be surprised if she could no longer cum and less Darcy wanted it. Which was a foolish notion, because of course no such power existed, but Darcy’s skilled touch was enough to make even a woman of science like Jane consider the possibility of magic.

Making Jane cum was Darcy’s favourite thing to do in the world, and of course she wanted to do it now, but this wasn’t about just getting someone’s rocks off so that they would return the favour. No, this was about making love to the girl she loved, and perhaps just as importantly get Jane relaxed as possible for what she had planned next. Because as long as Jane was properly relaxed it was something they were both going to enjoy very, very much. In the meantime while Darcy wanted to make Jane cum fucking her was almost as good.

From the way Jane was joyfully moaning her name over and over again, in a way which might have been annoying if it was anyone else, Darcy suspected her boss felt the same way. Plus Jane’s pussy juices were steadily flowing into Darcy’s mouth, the busty brunette wrapping her upstairs lips around her employer’s downstairs lips to create a seal so that none of the yummy liquid would escape. Of course that meant Darcy had to pause the tongue fucking every so often when her mouth was threatening to overflow with girl cream however with all her rug munching experience she was pretty much a professional pussy pleaser. That meant she could pause just before her mouth overflowed and gulped down enough of the heavenly liquid so she would be able to give as many tongue thrusts as possible before she had to pause again.

Of course she couldn’t take all the credit. A great deal of Jane’s girl juice was flowing directly from the source into her mouth and down her throat with no swallowing necessary. Also while her awesome skills at foreplay and pussy eating had a lot to do with it Jane had a naturally receptive cunt. Or at least it was receptive to her.

Briefly Darcy pondered if this meant that Jane was gay or not. It was a thought that constantly occur to her as while she normally wasn’t the jealous type things were different with Jane. With Jane Darcy worried that the uptight little prude would get freaked out one day just from having another girl go down on her for the millionth time and then run out and screw someone else. Someone smarter than Darcy, as in like super book smart, but also with a grip on reality, making them a better fit for Jane. Or maybe she would just find a musclebound stud and fall for him. Or maybe just someone who wasn’t her assistant. Whatever, it didn’t matter right now. What did matter was relaxing Jane, something Darcy quickly refocused on.

Jane felt Darcy briefly slowing the pace of the tongue fucking, however before she could muster up the courage to complain it started up again even harder than before. Although perhaps complain would have been the wrong word given the amazing pleasure that she had been receiving from even the gentle tongue fucking. That said this was so, so much better.

For what felt like an eternity Darcy had been pushing Jane close to the edge of an orgasm, sometimes pushing her right to the brink but never allowing her to go over it. Now Darcy seem to be struggling with keeping her from going over that edge, Jane swearing that she would a couple of times only for Darcy to pause the tongue fucking ever so slightly or take a few seconds to gulped down some juices, either way just stopping long enough to stop Jane from cumming.

Of course the whole time Jane was whimpering, “Please Darcy, mmmmmmm please, oh please Darcy please, make me cum. Fuck me and make me cum! Fuck me and make me cum, fuck me and make me cum, fuck me and make me cum, ooooooohhhhhh God Darcy, Darcy! Fuck me with your tongue and make me cum! Please? Please! Pleaseeeeeeee ohhhhhhhh Goooooddddd!”

Finally Darcy started sucking on Jane’s pussy lips, the additional stimulation just hard enough to make the brilliant astrophysicist lose her ability to speak. Her ability to think wasn’t far behind, but not before she could ponder whether or not her orgasm was an accident or not. Given the way Darcy swallowed pretty much all of her cum without missing a drop Jane guessed it was intentional, as was the climaxes that followed, the brainy brunette cumming over and over again in the other girl’s mouth.

After a while Jane was only barely aware of what was happening to her. She felt like her mind, and/or perhaps her spirit if such a thing truly existed, floating above her body and watching as Darcy swapped her tongue for her fingers, first one and then two being inserted into the older brunette’s cunt so that the intern could suck on her boss’s clit. Then send Jane into an extra hard climax, her mind floating ever higher into the clouds. Unfortunately it couldn’t last forever.

Jane whimpered softly as Darcy brought her down from her high. She then let out a much louder whimper when she felt Darcy removing her fingers and replacing them with that big toy.

That caused her nervousness to quickly return and Jane opened her mouth to yet again ask Darcy if she was sure it would fit. However, Darcy didn’t give her a chance to get the words out, the wicked assistant pushing forward and forcing almost a third of the strap-on into Jane’s pussy with that first hard thrust. Naturally this had Jane crying out, although the astrophysicist was surprised that it was mostly a cry of joy, followed by a cry of pure pleasure.

A slight blush filled Jane’s cheeks, although it was probably unnoticeable given how flushed the brainy brunette was after her orgasms. Of course it was those orgasms and the attention which preceded them which had made Darcy’s dildo not only easily enter Jane’s cunt but allowed the astrophysicist to easily relax, whatever pain there was quickly being overwhelmed by the pleasure and thus making it easier for Jane to take the strap-on inside her. This proved Darcy right, that fact causing Jane to blush slightly. Not that Darcy noticed. No, the busty brunette was far too preoccupied with staring at her boss’s pussy lips wrapped around her cock, this thought making Jane blush even more.

Looking down in between their bodies wasn’t much better for Jane when it came to the whole blushing thing. In fact given her insecurities looking at her body in general was far from her idea of fun, and this time round it was extra difficult for her to convince herself to look. And when she did, when she looked down and saw Darcy’s strap-on inside her, oh Jane definitely blushed hard enough for it to be seen. She also let out a moan which finally got Darcy’s attention, the intern giving her a scandalous grin which made Jane feel like she was about to cum again.

Then with that grin barely leaving her face Darcy said, “Relaxed boss lady, that’s the hard part over with. Now just give me a couple more seconds and the real fun can start. Then I’ll have you begging for more.”

Darcy knew that may sound cocky to someone who didn’t know her but she like to think she and Jane had really bonded lately. Certainly Jane should know Darcy had mad skills when it came to girl fucking, given she had hands-on experience and all. So there was no way Jane should have given her a look which silently scolded her for being cocky. But she did, which Darcy couldn’t help feeling was insulting. Luckily she had an easy way to punish her friend/employer. If fucking her very willing pussy could be called punishment, the moan Jane let out proof that punishment definitely wasn’t the right word for this.

Of course it would be easy for Darcy to hurt Jane if she had wanted too, but then why on earth would she want too? She had the perfect woman spreading her legs for her and the last thing Darcy wanted to do right now was hurt her. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t punish her. Hell, Darcy couldn’t really avoid it, the pleasure she was giving Jane obviously making the prudish brunette feeling a little overwhelmed and embarrassed by the feeling of that big dick pumping in and out of her pussy. Naturally Jane got over that embarrassment pretty quickly, more or less. She closed her eyes so as not to see the grin on Darcy’s face, but the pleasure probably had something to do with it.

Whatever the reason for it Darcy found it so cute. Which was always her favourite word to describe Jane because while other words like beautiful and gorgeous could technically be accurate for her looks they didn’t quite as accurately describe her actions. Or her facial expressions. Or the way she acted so excited over nerdy things which Darcy couldn’t begin to pretend to care about. So yes, this reaction was really cute, and Darcy loved watching Jane’s face as the other brunette kept her eyes closed, a blush filled her cheeks and her mouth open in a little ‘o’ as Darcy slowly pumped her pussy.

It was hard for Darcy to tear her eyes away from that cute little face, but there were just so many other wonderful things to see. Like Jane’s ‘little’ titties bouncing in time with each thrust, and her boss’s entire naked body stretched out before her, the older woman spreading her legs so Darcy could have access to her core. A beautiful little gift Jane was giving Darcy, the intern becoming lost once again in staring at it as she continued her gentle thrusts until Jane was literally begging for more.

Naturally it took a long time for Jane to work up the courage to ask for what she wanted, and this time round it took longer because the scientist felt a little insulted by Darcy’s claim that ‘she’d have her begging for more’. That history taught Jane this was 100% correct was irrelevant, as was the fact that Jane knew better than most those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it. Of course in her current state Jane couldn’t really recall that lesson reinforced into her by a thousand failed experiments. Her precious intelligence was also failing her as Jane became lost in the pleasure she was feeling.

The only thing she could focus on right now other than that pleasure was the infuriating notion that Darcy had been right. That the dildo Jane had been so worried would be too big was now stretching her pussy so wonderfully wide and deep, the man-made cock reaching places inside her which had never been touched before. Which she could have never imagined being touched, let alone imagined it would feel this good. And Darcy had also been right Jane wanted more. She wanted it harder, faster and deeper and she wanted it from her assistant Darcy Lewis.

Jane wanted Darcy to fuck her harder, faster and deeper, and eventually she was willing to say anything to get that, “Harder! Ohhhhhh God harder! Please Darcy, fuck me. Fuck me hard. Oh fuck, ooooooh yes, please, oh Darcy, fuck me as hard as you can! Mmmmm, harder! Yesssss, that’s it, ohhhhhh Darcy!”

Luckily that was all it took, Darcy taking mercy on her by almost immediately giving her what she wanted. Sure, Jane had to endure a wicked grin from the girl about ten years her junior as that same girl began to fuck her harder, faster and deeper but it was so worth it because Jane’s pleasure seem to double almost instantly. Then it seemed to double again, and again, and then despite how good she was at equations Jane could no longer do the maths, especially when she came.

All her Darcy induced orgasms had proven to be very powerful indeed, but this one seemed to have an extra kick to it. As did the ones that followed it, overwhelming climax after overwhelming climax crashing through Jane’s little body, leaving the astrophysicist a nervous wreck. She was far too overcome by the exquisite sensations to truly analyse what she was going through, Jane’s brilliant mind shutting off in favour of enjoying the sensations wrecking through her body.

Darcy was all too aware of the difference, especially on her end of things. For her boss Darcy knew that even a petite and most likely gay girl like Jane Foster would enjoy getting her pussy penetrated. And as Darcy had correctly guessed the bigger the better in Jane’s case. And her own. And pretty much every girl she’d ever fucked with a dildo. And maybe Jane was shaking ever so slightly more and screaming just a little louder than usual, but thanks to Darcy’s skilled fingers and awesome tongue it was barely noticeable.

What was noticeable was how much easier holding Jane down was. All Darcy had to do was lean forward and rest her weight on top of the older woman’s body and bam, Jane’s body was pinned under the intern’s big titties. Also as much as Darcy loved swallowing girl cum, especially Jane’s mouth-wateringly sweet cream, there was definitely something to be said for being able to stare into the other brunette’s pretty face as she was lost in pleasure. It was also nice to look into her eyes and see them glazed over, although Jane was unintentionally rolling them or shooting her head back now and again so Darcy couldn’t always enjoy those pretty eyes, but the bliss on Jane’s face remained very much visible throughout this late stage of the fucking.

Unfortunately because this was the late stage of the fucking it began to take a toll on the busty brunette. Her body ached something fierce from all the pumping of Jane’s pussy. Especially her back, Darcy swearing she would need some ice or something later. In fact she could go for a big tub of it right now given how much her body was sweating. Jane’s body was sweating too, making the contact between them a little slippery. Perhaps most of all, it wasn’t like Darcy was a God. No, she had her limits, and her stamina was definitely wearing thin.

Fortunately she was able to cum before the end. More than once in fact, thanks to not just the stimulator on her clit but because of the sheer joy of fucking another woman this way. Of fucking Jane this way. Oh yes, Darcy loved fucking women with her strap-on, but like everything else it was special with Jane, because Jane was special and because this was something Darcy had wanted since she first laid eyes on the petite brunette. She had wanted to fuck Jane every way she knew how, which definitely included stuffing the other girl’s little love box full of strap on dick and pumping her until she covered her cock with her cream.

Of course there were other things Darcy had imagined, and when the intern finally collapsed down onto her boss for a much needed rest her mind couldn’t help wonder about some of those things. Things which Jane would probably never agree to normally, but now that she was in an obviously vulnerable state… maybe, just maybe she would let her.

Jane had no idea what wicked things Darcy was thinking. She was too busy enjoying the afterglow of her orgasms, which was wonderfully relaxing except for the pleasant after-shocks which led to her sensitive pussy squeezing the now very welcome big toy inside it, although even that was mostly pleasant. Jane also liked the feeling of Darcy’s much fuller body pressed against her own, especially those massive tits against her small ones. Overall Jane thought she was going to drift off to sleep she was so content, but she quickly learned that Darcy had other ideas.

It started with Darcy gently kissing her neck, then cheek, then lips, Jane surprising herself as she began to kiss back with surprising eagerness, her adrenaline reigniting as she massaged Darcy’s tongue with her own. Perhaps this shouldn’t have been so much of a surprise, after all having amazing lesbian sex with her assistant had increased Jane’s stamina tenfold, but given the pussy stretching and skilled fucking she had just received Jane thought she was down for the count. Apparently not, the scientist’s adrenaline almost tricking her into thinking she was back to full strength when Darcy gave her pussy a few quick thrusts and then pulled out to replace that monster dildo with her mouth.

Moaning happily Jane grabbed a handful of Darcy’s hair so she could push her friend’s face as deep as it would go into her cunt, however instead of giving her another orgasm Darcy just spent a few minutes drinking the older brunette’s cum and pussy juice before lifting her head and ordering, “Turn over… I wanna fuck you from behind.”

If a male lover had asked her to do that Jane wouldn’t have hesitated to say no as if she was going to have sex she wanted to lie back and let the man do all the work. Besides there was something animalistic about being on all fours Jane didn’t really enjoy. But with Darcy she blushed only slightly and then quickly got into position, partly because she was once again eager to be fucked and partly because Jane found it difficult to deny Darcy anything.

Grinning widely Darcy grabbed her boss’s butt cheeks and began fondling those well-toned globes, “Wow Jane, cute butt.”

Blushing way more than before Jane stammered, “Tha, thank you.”

“I bet no one ever told you that before.” Darcy said knowingly.

“I, I think you have.” Jane pointed out.

“Not enough. I mean just look at this thing.” Darcy said as she slowly pulled apart those cheeks, “It’s so round and firm, with the cutest little butt hole I’ve ever seen.”

Realising where this was going Jane was almost paralysed by fear, the brilliant astrophysicist only able to add something when she felt Darcy’s right index finger beginning to rub her ass hole, “Darcy, no.”

“No what?” Darcy couldn’t help grinning, “What are you saying no to Jane?”

“I, I… I… there’s no way that thing would fit.” Jane whined.

“That’s what you said about it going in your pussy.” Darcy pointed out, “In fact, you’ve been hesitant about everything we’ve done at first but you’ve ended up loving it. What makes you think this will be any different?”

Jane was lost for words for a little while, then she mumbled, “It’s just… so wrong and gross.”

“No it’s not. It’s hot and amazing, and it’ll make you cum like nothing else.” Darcy promised, then after a long pause added, “Tell you what, let’s try a little experiment. If you don’t like it, I promise I’ll never mentioned this again, ok?”

Before Jane could offer a response she felt something long and slippery sliding against her ass hole, her brilliant brain quickly telling her that Darcy was licking her back there. That her assistant was licking her ass hole. That her intern Darcy Lewis was giving her a rim job, some variation of that sentence echoing in Jane’s head for a few moments and by the time she got her wits about her she couldn’t deny it felt good. There was certainly no way she could tell Darcy any different given the way she was mindlessly moaning with every swipe of the younger woman’s tongue against her forbidden hole, Darcy first using slow and then quick licks to drive Jane crazy.

Given the way Jane couldn’t stop herself from moaning Darcy could have pulled away from the astrophysicist’s butt hole a lot sooner than she did, but apparently she was pretty content rimming her for a little while. Especially when she added spitting onto Jane’s ass hole into the mix, Darcy grinning wickedly as she rubbed that saliva in with her tongue. When she did finally pull away she softly said, “See Jane, nothing to worry about.”

“I… I… I don’t know Darcy.” Jane said softly after a short pause.

Losing her patience somewhat Darcy huffed, “If you don’t want to I’ll happily fuck your pussy, but now I know you like having your ass licked there’s no way I won’t be trying to get a dick up this hot ass 24/7. And given our track record how long do you think it’s going to be before I succeed? I’m betting not long, and like with fucking your pussy with my strap-on you’ll be worrying about it and shit till it happens, building it up in that pretty little head of yours only to find it isn’t that bad. So just trust me, ok? Please Jane? It’s not like I’ve ever done anything you haven’t loved, so please, give me your ass.”

While Darcy sounded pretty cocky there she was right. She hadn’t done anything to Jane that the scientist hadn’t loved and Darcy did always get her way. Jane still wasn’t sure how this could be pleasurable but to save herself some grief she lowered her head in submission and whimpered, “Ok.”

“Awesome-source.” Darcy beamed happily, and then knowing she was pushing her luck added, “Jane… if you reach back and spread your cheeks it will make it easier for your butt hole to relax.”

As far as Darcy knew that wasn’t actually true but while biology wasn’t her area of expertise it wasn’t Jane’s either. Plus her boss could often be hopelessly gullible and was mostly clueless about any form of sex which wasn’t the vanilla kind, so Darcy was confident there was a good chance that this would work. That didn’t stop her from being dumb struck by the sight of Jane Foster nervously reaching back and grabbing her butt cheeks so she could pull them apart, giving Darcy perhaps her favourite ever visual.

Darcy had seen some wondrous sights while interning for Jane. Wonders of the universe which had captivated mankind through its entire known history. Of course while that included the stars they were now under Darcy had always been far more interested in what Jane hadn’t known she was treating her intern too, that being the beauty of a petite, young female form. And as stunning as Jane was fully clothed Darcy didn’t think she’d ever seen a sight more beautiful than her sexually repressed employer displaying herself so lewdly. She was treated to a sight just as stunning if not more so when she finally pressed her strap-on against Jane’s virgin ass hole and pushed forwards, Darcy so excited that she popped her boss’s anal cherry in one quick thrust.

“OH MY GOD!” Jane loudly gasped, letting go of her ass cheeks and grabbing hold of the chair as she was anally violated, “Darcy, oh my God, I don’t think, ohhhhh fuck!”

“Shhhh, trust me Jane, you’re going to love this.” Darcy said insistently, fully prepared to talk Jane into this again.

However instead of that long debate Darcy had been expecting Jane didn’t say another word. Instead she just stayed very tense for a few moments then Jane’s body went limp and she lowered her head in surrender. Surrender to Darcy, the thought of it making the intern grin widely. After all here was this older and smarter woman surrendering her most private of holes to Darcy, super brainy Jane Foster allowing her assistant to use her virgin butt hole as a fuck hole. Man, that gave Darcy an incredible rush of power.

Darcy continued feeling that rush of power as she spent the next couple of minutes pushing about half of her dildo up her boss’s butt, making sure to give Jane plenty of time to relax in between each additional inch or two so that the anal stretching wouldn’t be too bad. Then with enough of the toy firmly embedded within Jane’s backside Darcy let go of the base of the strap-on and the older woman’s hip to grab her tight little ass cheeks with both hands.

Jane blushed furiously when she felt Darcy grabbing her ass. It was nothing she hadn’t done before during sex, but normally it was when they were kissing or Darcy’s tongue was buried in Jane’s cunt or something like that so the scientist was barely aware it was happening. Now Jane’s entire world revolved around her ass, and while most of that focus was on the huge dildo obscenely stretching her back hole she couldn’t help notice Darcy’s hands, especially when they began squeezing and cupping her cheeks. Then Darcy spread them wide apart and Jane thought she was going to die of embarrassment.

Was it not enough she was having to cope with a big dildo in her butt? Did Darcy really have to further humiliate her like this? Did she really have to expose her most private hole like this when it was being violated? The obvious answer was no, but Jane supposed Darcy could have been telling the truth about the spreading of the cheeks making it easier for her to take something in her butt. However Jane had originally doubted this, and had only spread her own cheeks because she had wanted to get this over with, and all Jane had to do was look back to know for sure this was for Darcy’s benefit, not her own.

The wicked grin of glee on Darcy’s face as she stared at her dildo slowly disappearing into Jane’s butt hole told her that, the scientist whimpering softly at the sight and burying her face in her hands rather than telling her assistant to cut this out. Jane wasn’t sure she could be demanding enough right now to stop Darcy doing anything so she might as well let the intern have her way with her. Then Jane would firmly tell Darcy she didn’t enjoy it when things were back to normal. And if Darcy didn’t respect her wishes then… Jane would still probably end up taking it in the ass for her assistant.

No sooner had Jane told herself she had to learn to say no to Darcy the younger girl grabbed the scientist’s hips with both hands and began pumping her strap-on in and out of the older brunette’s butt hole and thus officially beginning Jane’s first ass fucking.

It was a stimulation the likes of which Jane had never felt before, and could have never imagined, and while initially she cried out it only took a few thrusts to make her moan in pleasure. Which was the most horrifying moment of her life, Jane briefly trying to tell herself it wasn’t true before she ended up moaning again. She couldn’t believe how quickly her body betrayed her, pain and discomfort swiftly giving way to pleasure. It still felt weird to have a large fake cock stretching her ass hole, but the pumping sensation felt so good. So very, very good. And poor Jane couldn’t stop herself from loving it.

Darcy certainly loved her reactions, “See Jane, I told you you’d love it. Mmmmm yeah, it feels good, doesn’t it? Well, it’s only going to get better, all you have to do is relax and you’ll be an anal slut in no time.”

Jane blushed but remained silent and continue to allow Darcy to have her way with her ass hole. That included pumping her back door slowly and steadily until Jane felt something pressing into her ass cheeks, the brainy brunette blushing when she realised it was Darcy’s thighs. Somehow she had been so preoccupied with the pleasure she hadn’t noticed Darcy slowly pushing the rest of her dildo into her rectum, those thighs beginning to smack against Jane’s butt cheeks as she continued to be butt fucked by her assistant.

As Darcy settled into giving her a slow but steady ass fucking Jane made peace with the fact that she was now essentially her assistant’s anal slut. After all if the past few weeks, and today in particular, had proven anything it was that Jane couldn’t say no to Darcy and unless she learnt quickly she was going to end up bending over a lot for the younger girl in the days, weeks and months that followed. For many, many reasons Jane should make sure that didn’t happen… but… it just felt so good. It felt so good to submit to Darcy. To do whatever she wanted. To take it up the butt for her intern.

Through it all the loudmouth assistant continued talking dirty, for once during sex with her prudish boss Darcy completely failing to control her mouth, “You like that Jane? Huh? You like it up the butt? You like taking it up the butt like a little anal slut? Huh? Mmmmmm, yeah you do! You’re an anal slut! Mmmmm, my boss is an anal slut, with a tight, fuck-able little dyke ass which should be getting fucked every single day! Fuckkkkk yeahhhhhh Jane, mmmmmm, boss lady, someone should be bending you over every single day and fucking this sweet lesbo butt of yours, pound it hard and deep, make you cum like the anal slut you are!”


With that Darcy began slowly increasing the pace until her thighs were smacking loudly against Jane’s butt cheeks and the astrophysicist’s brilliant brain slowly dissolved inside her head. Then she experienced a supernova of an orgasm which rendered her truly mindless, Jane’s last conscious thought for a while being if this was what she had to look forward to as Darcy’s anal slut she was going to enjoy it.

Darcy was also having problems thinking coherently. That was normal during sex, or at least sex with Jane, as was the fact that one of Darcy’s few distractions from whatever act she was treating the other woman to was her fantasising about doing this again and again and again. She thought about doing it in different positions, different places, and sometimes trying different techniques so she could make Jane cum even harder than she was right now. However, there was another less pleasurable thought circling in her head, that being had she finally gone too far.

Her life with Jane had never been smooth sailing per se but lately it was like walking a tightrope. Or guiding someone afraid of heights across a tightrope, Darcy constantly watching her mouth and introducing Jane to the wonders of lesbian sex in the most patient and gentle way possible, for the most part, but sometimes she just couldn’t help herself. After all, the idea of innocent little Jane Foster being her anal slut was almost too wonderful for words.

As her stamina waned, signalling the rough anal sex was reaching it’s end, Darcy became consumed by that wonderful idea. She pictured herself getting horny watching Jane writing up her notes, only instead of suffering in silence like usual Darcy would just tell her boss to bend over and she would have to do it because she was Darcy’s anal slut. Yes, Jane would have to bend over for her whenever and wherever Darcy wanted, the older woman’s ass hole constantly gaping and aching from the abuse the younger girl was going to give it, the assistant practically owning her boss’s butt hole. No, she would own it. She did. She did own it. Jane had promised to be her anal slut and that meant from now on Darcy owned her boss’s butt hole and was going to use it for her pleasure whenever she wanted.

That admittedly really twisted thought made Darcy cum harder than ever before. Well, having the end of the dildo bashing against her clit and the overwhelming mental and physical pleasure of ass fucking another woman had a lot to do with it, but it was the idea of owning Jane’s tightest hole that was definitely what sent her over the edge of an orgasm so strong it finally shut off Darcy’s brain. All that was left was an animal mindlessly slamming the tight hole in front of it, Darcy using the last of her strength to hammer Jane’s ass through climax after climax until she collapsed exhaustively on top of the other girl.

Darcy had passed out like this many times before. Sure there wasn’t a dildo involved but she and Jane often fucked each other into unconsciousness. This time round though Darcy had something motivating her not to immediately pass out. Well, two things, the first of which she got to enjoy when she managed to find the energy to pull away from Jane, her strap-on being swiftly pulled out of her boss’s butt hole with an audible pop and leaving behind the cutest little gaping crater.

Tony opened his eyes and starred straight up at the bedroom ceiling. He could hear the sound of the shower water running in the bathroom. He looked over and saw the empty bed next to him thinking about last night.

Cindy was hot last night. It felt so good to be able to make love to her again. He quickly got out of bed almost jumping with joy. He had to pee but noticed the dress was gone and so was the thong Cindy tossed on the floor last night. He checked out the hamper which they kept in the closet. There was a stack of clothes in there but no dress or thong. He dug through the clothes and finally found them hidden below some other garments. He picked up the thong putting it to his nose like he had done last night. He could still smell that masculine smell on them.

Picking up the dress he took a quick sniff of it as well. He took in the aroma smelling the male cologne mixed with Cindy’s perfume. This guy must have been all over her last night. He tucked them back where Cindy had hidden them and walked toward the bathroom.

He poked his head inside the bathroom first before entering and saw Cindy wrapped in a towel near the tub. He opened the door and walked inside.

“Good morning.”

Cindy turned around smiling as he stood in front of the toilet relieving himself. Tony finished than washed his hands. Cindy was still padding herself with a second towel. Tony realized Cindy was trying to hide the hickey’s from him.

“Did you have a nice time last night?” Tony asked.

Cindy smiled. “Yes. How about you?”

“Had a couple drinks down at the bar and came home. Nothing to really talk about.”

Cindy had somehow wrapped that second towel around her neck as she stood in front of the mirror combing her long blonde hair out.

“So, where did you and Dan go last night?”

Cindy stopped combing her hair and looked rather stunned at Tony. “How did you know his name?”

Tony gulped. She must not remember telling him his name last night. Than he started wondering if she remembered anything about what they did last night since she was hiding those hickey’s on her neck.

Tony replied. “Oh…Uh…You sort of mentioned his name when you came home last night.”

Cindy didn’t say anything else about Dan or last night for that matter. Cindy offered to make Tony breakfast so he quickly jumped into the shower than got dressed. The smell of pancakes started to fill the house.

Tony was just finishing getting dressed when he spotted Cindy’s cell phone sitting on the dresser next to her purse. He thought he’d nose around a little and picked it up and pushed the saved pictures. First picture was of Cindy in the red dress she wore last night. The next shot of her posing naked on a bed with a big smile on her face. Tony figured this Dan guy must have talked her into that one.

The next shot was another shot of Cindy laying on her belly. Her nice little round ass clearly the center of the photographers focus. The next photo was yet another naked picture of Cindy holding a wine glass in her hand while sitting on a bed.

The next shot stunned Tony as he couldn’t believe what he saw. It was a picture of Cindy sucking on a thick black cock. Her fingers wrapped around it’s thick base with just the head inside her mouth. Tony couldn’t believe this! Dan was a black man! He studied the photo looking toward the bedroom door hoping not to get caught by Cindy.

He pressed the picture button again and there was another shot of Cindy sucking that huge black cock. It looked like this Dan guy was laying on the bed taking photos of Cindy sucking his cock. Tony’s heart was pounding from the excitement as he pushed the button again.

It was Cindy holding her legs up and spread. A thick white gob of cum was leaking out of her pussy. This guy got Cindy to pose for him after they fucked! The next shot was a closer look at the thick white cum that was just deposited in Cindy’s pussy.

Tony was so excited his hands were shaking. He thought about that white fertile cum that had been pumped deep inside his wife’s womb.

Tony pressed the button again and this picture was totally different. It appeared to be them standing in front of a restaurant. Cindy was wearing the red dress so it must have been taken last night. Dan dwarfed Cindy in height . She was only 5’1″ so Dan looked big! Tony clicked the button again and it was a picture of Dan himself standing next to his white car.

Tony pressed the picture button again and got another surprise. It was Dan posing naked in a sort of weight lifters pose flexing his muscles. His huge cock and ball sack was clearly visible and boy where they ever!

Tony clicked the button again only to find the next picture was of a new dress Cindy had bought a couple weeks ago. Cindy called out a second or two later.

“Breakfast is ready.”

Tony put the phone back where he found it and made his way out to the kitchen. Cindy was wearing a turtle neck sweater. She was covering up the hickeys’ Tony wanted to say something like he’d already seen them but figured he’d better not and sat down to breakfast with Cindy.

Tony found out he’d be spending the day with Cindy when he learned that Dan had to fly out of town on business that morning. Tony did his best to make the day a good day. He tried to avoid what went on the night before until after he took Cindy out to dinner and bought her a couple drinks afterward.

As always, Cindy started to loosen up after she started to sip on her forth martini. Tony finally brought up the subject of last night.

“I had a really good time last night when you came to bed last night baby.”

Cindy smiled and replied. “I can’t hardily remember anything from last night. You telling me we had sex or something. “She laughed

Tony shook his head up and down as he took a swallow of his martini. “Yeah. Actually we did. We had sex on the bathroom counter last night than I made you cum twice when you came to bed.”

Cindy laughed. “I kind of remember us talking but it’s a complete blank to me whatever we did.”

It wasn’t until Tony ordered another round did he think about going further in their conversation about her boyfriend Dan.

“Do you remember telling me about Dan?”

Cindy shook her head back and forth as she sipped on her fifth drink of the evening. Dan got up and sat down on the sofa next to his wife. He put her martini glass down on the coffee table and took her hand as he leaned in for a kiss. Cindy responded back but cut Tony short when he tried to cup one of her breasts.

“Honey. I don’t want to get you all worked up for nothing. “Cindy told him.

Words were exchanged back and forth for the next twenty minutes until Tony finally wanted to know where he stood in their relationship.

Cindy said. “If I recall, you were the one that wanted us to have an open relationship. Now your jealous because I’m seeing someone?”

Tony had enough beating around the bush. “You mean fucking someone don’t you?”

“Tony! That’s enough.”

Tony let everything go next telling her about the hickey’s on her neck she was hiding plus the bit marks on her nipples. He even got so made to tell her how loose and sloppy her pussy felt last night to him. That’s when she slapped him in the face and started to cry.

“Cindy. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.” Tony tried to say but it was too late for that as she stormed off to their bedroom and locked the door. It wasn’t until midnight when Cindy finally came out of the bedroom.

Tony was asleep on the sofa and she woke him up by slapping him on the ass. He turned over and straightened up. Cindy was wearing her pajama’s and sat on the chair with her arms folded starring at him.

Tony looked at her and said. “What now?’

(I hope you’ve enjoyed the story so far. It’s complete. 16 chapters long)

Chapter 1

The story begins…

Today was the day. Friday. It had taken a month for it to arrive –practically forever, yet it had passed in the blink of an eye. What was she doing??… She’d had a difficult time concentrating on anything else except this for the last month, since the planning had started. She was nervous, excited, yet scared and dreading it all at the same time.

At 10:00am sharp – per plan, she went upstairs to her bedroom, reached into the very back of the top drawer of her dresser, and underneath her panties grabbed the small lipstick sized, bullet shaped item that had arrived in the mail last week. She’d hidden it there within minutes after its arrival. Her breathing was quick and shallow, her cheeks flushed, and hands slightly shaking as she gently pulled it out of the drawer and sat it on top of the dresser. Beside the item she placed one of the brand new pair of recently purchased panties. Slowly she undressed. Next – per plan – she went to her closet and pulled out the outfit she’d chosen to wear for this occasion. She had changed her mind and reselected it about a dozen times in the last week. She wanted to look good, really good – yet sexy as well. She wanted an outfit that showed off her assets without making her look like she was on the prowl.

She pulled out a packed bag from the back of the closet. In it was one change of clothing and an overnight toiletry kit. As she laid it on the bed, it became real to her that this was truly going to happen.

Slipping on the new panties – she hesitantly slid the small bullet shaped item into the crotch just as she snuggled them in place. She reached down and slightly readjusted it so that it fit in the crevice between her lips and slightly nudged her clitoris. With a deep breath she started dressing, putting on her black lacy low cut bra and then the soft silken purple button down shirt over top it – leaving the top three buttons undone to show off her cleavage. She stumbled over several of the buttons as she didn’t seem to have full control of her fingers. Her chosen dress for this occasion was charcoal grey and pleated, stopping slightly above her knee. It had a slit on the right side about eight inches long, showing a modest amount of her black nylon covered thigh. Her shoes – per plan – were black three inch heals with an open toe and thin strap around the back. She felt long legged and tall in them, sexy and good as they showed off her well toned legs. She kept in shape due to extensive dancing classes and was proud of them.

She looked at herself in the mirror, twisting sideways for a profile view – and automatically reached for the top shirt buttons to cover herself more modestly– only to stop and put her hands down. With a deep breath she turned, grabbed her overnight bag, and walked to the door.

Chapter 2

Promptly at 10:20am – per plan – she backed out of her driveway and started driving towards the hardware store about 20 minutes from her house. As soon as she left her driveway heading west, she became hyper aware of her surroundings, scanning the cars on the streets , both right and left, her head felt like it was on a swivel. Was that him? Right there – right behind her. Was he following her? Or was it just an accident that the same car had followed her for the last 2 blocks. No, she could tell that it probably wasn’t him as it was a beat up car, not at all what she expected a rental to look like. Somebody coming in town for a short stay would have a nice rental from a major company like Avis, right? Humm, of course this wasn’t a normal guy. Come to think of it, nothing about this situation or him was normal. Nothing. At all. What the heck was she thinking? Jeez, she should just pull in the driveway over there, turn around and go back home before she ended up on the evening news. She could see it now, “Local lady found bound and gagged in Wal-Mart recycle bin”. “Crap, screw this” she thought.

She hit the blinker and started to pull into the driveway. Like an electric shock the silver device in her panties suddenly blipped for a moment– freezing her at the unexpectedness of it. “OH HELL” she almost screamed aloud, frantically looking around to see where he was. Nobody. Nobody was around. “How far away does this thing work?” blazed through her mind as her breathing accelerated and she started to panic. Her heart was in her throat when she pulled into the driveway, whipped the car in reverse, backed out and accelerated hard down the road. At that moment her cell phone rang – “JESUS H! He is here and is FOLLOWING ME!…..Oh Christ – what the hell was I thinking…” by now she was breathing hard through her mouth wondering if she was going faint. Grabbing her phone, she paused at the flashing caller name “Lorraine”. A quick hysterical laugh escaped, she then threw the phone down and started to slow the car down. “If this continues” she thought, “I’m going to have a fucking heart attack”.

Chapter 3

She pulled into her own driveway and parked, not pulling into her garage or turning her car off. She just put her head on the steering wheel and sat staring at the speedometer. About a million thoughts ran through her mind. Focusing on a single one was impossible.

Finally, after her heart rate had slowed to a manageable stutter she looked up – took a deep breath – and backed out of the driveway again. Two quick buzz’s let her know that he was still there, and she thought grateful at her decision to continue.

Chapter 4

He had her stop at Wal-Mart first, to pick up a shower exfoliating ball – per plan. As she got out of her car, she continued looking around, wondering if he was there yet, was watching her. Her answer was almost immediate, buzzing her long enough that her walk slowed to a stumble. It was almost as if he’d been reading her mind and wanted her to know that she was being watched and there was nothing she could do about it. How far away did this exquisite torture device work?

There were so many people around her. She just knew that they could see right through her mask, that she was being driven crazy by the bullet in her panties. They had to, her face was flushed red and her breathing was too fast.

In the store she went, and quickly found the ball and purchased it. She was so intent on looking around and seeing him that she didn’t hear the checkout lady ask her how she was going to pay. The lady behind the counter finally reached over and touched her sleeve to get her attention. She jumped, grabbed her credit card from her purse, swiped it and hastily left with the receipt.

As she settled into her car again, the silver bullet was pushed deeper into her, pushing her lips further aside and moving against her clitoris. She was acutely aware of it, waiting for it to remind her again that he was around, yet she was also somewhat hoping that it wouldn’t happen, that he would stop and disappear; leaving her to return to a modest life. Guiltless, risk free… unfulfilled… She could tell her husband that the night out with her girlfriend from college had been cancelled due to a flight delay.

Buzzzzzzz, shit, he wasn’t gone. He must have been reading her thoughts. She didn’t know if she was happy or sad, she just knew that she was going to continue this for right now, just to see what happened. She could always quit, right? However, she also knew that she was being inexorably pulled into this, that she was losing herself to the fantasy they had both shared.

Chapter 5

It was the most erotic, yet scary, thing that she’d ever done. She led an acknowledged quiet life, taking care of the home front for a husband that was gone much of the time. She had never really pushed the boundaries before – well, except for the month when she had first met her lover when she was still single, and let herself be seduced. The carefree times they had experienced were wonderful; the wild sex could never be forgotten. Not till the day she died. One time she even went so far as to straddle the car gearshift he was driving down the interstate, stuck her head out of the sunroof letting her hair whip in the wind while she received the vibrator ride of her life! She’d never done that before, or since. She flushed just thinking about it. She was once again going to push her boundaries though, do something that she’d never thought of actually doing, and spend one more night with the man that she still frequently thought about after twenty years of not seeing him.

Chapter 6

Next, she drove to the mall – per plan. She got out and walked into the mall, again swiveling her head all around, trying to catch a glimpse of a guy looking at her – or acting like he wasn’t looking at her. Her pace gradually picking up until she was practically running. She dodged through the front doors and suddenly stopped, turning around, checking out everybody entering, looking for him.

Nobody looked familiar. Nobody looked guiltily away. Fine, she told herself that she would see him at some point, she was convinced of it.

She walked through the mall, taking her time window shopping – per plan. Trying to act like she wasn’t doing it, she continued to look for him, glancing out of the corner of her eyes continuously, even looking in the store glass reflections. Nothing. She sat down on a bench, just enjoying looking around now at all the shoppers bustling around her.

A conversation suddenly came back to her that they’d had many years ago. It was about his job in the military. She seemed to remember that he had been an observer in the intelligence side of special operations and was trained to blend into the environment. He was a trained special operations soldier. She suddenly realized that she probably wasn’t going to see him, but that he probably had her under observation the whole time, watching every movement she made.

The potential of being in a dangerous situation hadn’t really entered her mind until that point in time, but just as quickly it flitted away. Twenty years. She knew him, knew that he was still the same guy. He would be a little older, a little more genteel in his manor, but she also knew that he still kept in shape, ran, that he pushed himself. She trusted him though. Hell, she had feelings for him.

Her clitoris suddenly woke and she jerked with the shock of the reminder of his presence somewhere near. She suddenly became conscious that she was sitting on a wooden bench and that the bullet was making a slight vibrating sound against it. She quickly stood and moved away, just as it stopped.

She turned and moved further into the mall. The plan said that she was supposed to go to the “Adam & Eve” store in the mall and purchase a bottle of “His & Hers” personal lubricant. She wasn’t quite sure what was so special about it, but he had insisted and the name had really piqued her interest. Following the purchase of the lubricant, she was supposed to stop at the Sears store and buy a 25 foot length of rope. This item concerned her, she could think of too many ways that it could be used, and all of them bad for her. The DANGER signal was there, but she tried to keep it tamped down.

Chapter 7

When she got to the Sears store, she couldn’t help it – she stopped and didn’t enter. This bothered her. It reeeeally bothered her. The buzz hit her, but she didn’t move. It stopped. She reluctantly stood there as her legs started shaking and it hit her again causing her to take an involuntary step forward. It stopped. She took another step and stopped and the buzzer hit her hard this time, not stopping till she started moving again, dragging herself into the store against her better judgment.

She hunted around the store looking for where the rope would be, a myriad of ideas coming to her head on the intended use of it. She finally found the aisle where it was stocked. Small packages in twenty-five foot lengths. A sales person asked her if she needed help, she blushed furiously and said no. Her face was so red that it felt on fire. She picked up one package, per plan.

After purchasing the rope, she ducked out of the store clutching the sack with the package to her side trying to hide it, not wanting anybody to know about it. She had always thought that being tied up and “taken advantage of” sounded erotic, but now that it was actually looking like it may happen, she wasn’t so sure.

She left the store and moved back towards her car in the parking lot. He was going to buzz her again, she just knew it. He didn’t. It was quiet. She didn’t quite know how she felt about this, almost disappointed. As she exited the mall parking lot and started towards the Marriot hotel, the final step of the plan, she was starting to get nervous again and caught herself multiple times hunched forward, inches from the steering wheel, anxiously trying to force her way through traffic, looking for the turnoff.

Just as she was starting her turn into the Marriot parking lot, it hit her full blast. The bullet had slid further into her folds and the tip was pushed hard against her clitoris. It didn’t let go, an insistent reminder her that he was there, watching her, in command of the situation and she couldn’t stop him from pleasing her. She squirmed, uncomfortable about it, enjoying it, but wanting it to stop. It didn’t. He didn’t. She parked, leaned back in the seat to enjoy the sensation and it stopped. “Damn. This is driving me nuts!” She thought. She got out of the car with all her packages and went into the hotel.

Chapter 8

She slowed down as she approached the room, her steps become more and more hesitant. She stopped in front of room 42. She spun in a circle to make sure nobody was watching, and double-rapped three times on the door with a short pause between each set – per plan. The door opened six inches and a hand appeared with a velvety soft black strip of cashmere cloth in it – the voice she recognized within the room quietly told her to put the blindfold on. She knew this was going to happen – it was per plan – but it still freaked her out a little. If she couldn’t see, she had no control of the situation. Of course, she reasoned to herself, she had been out of control of the situation for the past hour. What was the rope for?? As she stood there with the blindfold in her hand hesitating, the silver bullet buzzed her again, insistent.”Oh God” she thought, “what am I doing?” She put the blindfold on.

Chapter 9

The hand reached out and gently pulled her into the room. She was carefully guided a short distance, turned slightly, and moved to a position with her back against the wall. “What the hell?” she thought. The plan stopped at the point of putting the blindfold on. What was going to happen next?

She was starting to hyperventilate slightly, her hands were shaking and the muscles in her stomach and thighs were quivering. She could faintly smell his cologne; it was smooth with a slight bite to it. She was out of control now and totally in his. It scared her somewhat, but also excited her. She went to say something to him but he put a finger on her lips, hushing her.

Nothing happened then. It was so very quiet in the room. She heard a slight rustle of cloth, a soft footstep, and somebody close at hand take a shallow breath. The voice that she had heard only over the phone for the last 20 years whispered in her ear, “Hi lover… I’ve been waiting for you”. Christ, she almost came right there at the unexpectedness of it. She was soaking wet. The buzzer nipped at her again.

Lips suddenly touched the base of her throat and she gasped, instinctively pulling away slightly only to have him follow her. She started to reach for him, to put her arms around him but he whispered for her to stop and put her hands down. He touched her arms and nudged them down and back to the wall. “Stay right there” he whispered again in her ear, “I’ve got you right where I want you.”

The lips again started at the base of her neck, working up to the bottom of her jaw, then blazed back down to the vee of her shirt leaving a damp trail between her breasts. He alternated between tasting her with his tongue and scraping his teeth on her skin.

She could feel his fingers on the buttons at the front of her shirt, carefully unbuttoning them one by one. When he reached the bottom one, he gently tugged and pulled her shirt out and slid it off her letting it drop to the floor. Next he knelt down and pulled her heals off, helping balance her so that she didn’t fall.

He then stood and pulled her slightly forward and reached behind her popping the clasp on her bra. She shivered a little, then let her shoulders slump slightly forward allowing the bra straps to slide down her arms and her breasts to swing free as it fell off her. The hands gently pushed at her shoulders, setting her back against the wall again, causing her breasts to thrust out.

The lips attacked her again, right in her bellybutton. The tongue probed into her, then started a slow trail up. Her stomach muscles were quivering so hard that he had to put both his hands on her stomach to calm them.

She was hoping that he would hurry this up, she wanted him to take her nipple in his mouth and suck on it, wrap his tongue around it, and hold both her breasts with his hands. She wanted to grab is head with both hands and pull it hard to her, but she resisted the impulse.

He ran his tongue up between her breasts and started moving over to her right one, getting to her areola, and circling her nipple – never touching the painfully hard brown sensitive nub. She just groaned at the torture, the waiting, remembering that she wanted this- had actually asked for it.

She felt his hands at the hem of her dress, the heat of them moving up the inside of it until they reached the point where it snugged down against her waist. He quickly grabbed her nylons and panties, gave a quick jerk and had then down to her knees before she knew it – the silver bullet fell to the carpet and bounced against her foot, rolling away against the wall. Next, he reached up inside her skirt and put his hand between her legs, simultaneously latching onto her breast and nipple with his mouth, sucking her nipple hard. Her hips thrust forward and her head banged back against the wall while she grabbed his head with her hand and pulled him into her. His hand moved up to her wetness, spread it, and a finger slicked its way into her as they both groaned in unison.

He pulled back causing her to tighten her grip around his head, and he relented, continuing licking, kissing and scraping her nipple. He suddenly and unexpectedly pulled away and crushed his lips against hers, practically pulling her into him in a deep breathless kiss.

She couldn’t stand to not see him and moved to take the blindfold off when he pulled away slightly, whispered for her to calm down. She relaxed against him. He pushed her back against the wall, and asked her to stay there. He reached down and pulled her panties and nylons all the way off and tossed them away.

He moved back further and slightly to the side, then knelt down and lifted her skirt, and she about collapsed when she felt his hands push her hips apart and his lips brush against hers – then his tongue start to lightly touch and move around her, flicking into and around her clitoris. She felt the initial spasms of an orgasm deep in her start.

He continued his exploration, lifting her leg over his shoulder and pushing her skirt up around her waist. He pushed his tongue further into her, slowing pumping his finger in and out of her. He latched onto her clitoris with his lips and slightly sucked on her, causing her to moan.

He continued, building up the intensity slowly, causing her to quietly groan and grind her pelvis into him. She focused in on the feeling deep inside her, knowing that she was less than a minute away from collapsing and coming all over him.

She had been anticipating his visit all week long, the only time that was truly hers throughout the whole week. The time she made just for him to come over while her husband was working and the kids were in school. Where for just an hour or two of her time, she could forget the stresses of everyday life and be in her own world. She sits on the couch waiting to hear the noise of a car door shutting and his footsteps up the walkway.

When she hears him coming she jumps up off the couch, her heart starting to beat faster, and hurriedly opens the door to sneak him inside. As she looks at him she can’t help but smile, for just this moment in time they were each others and no one else’s. She leans up and gives him a kiss on the cheek as he smiles back and both breathe in the scent of anticipation of what’s to come.

He grabs her hand in his and they walk up the stairs to the bedroom. As they enter, he turns her around and kisses her, looking at her face and his mind getting high off pure adrenaline. They make their way to the side of the bed, holding onto each other and kissing, while he takes her shirt and bra off as she sits on the bed. Reaching over, she takes his shirt off and pulls him on top of her. His hands wandering to her breasts, her nipples getting turgid, he takes in a mouthful of them. Tasting her skin as she melts underneath him. Taking his time he moves from one to the other, then back again. Listening to her breathing getting faster and little moans coming from her.

She reaches down in between his crotch and feels the hardness of him through his jeans as her hands make their way up and open the buttons and pull down his zipper. She slides off his jeans and boxers as he begins to slide off her pants as well. She grabs him and starts to slide her hand up and down, looking at his face and watching is gasp. She turns him on his back and with one hand massages his balls while the other one holds him as she sucks on him. She starts slow at first, then goes a little faster. Taking him in as much as she can. She moves her hands to his thighs and starts to rub his soft skin. Sucking on him until she can taste he’s getting turned on.

He brings her up to him and kisses her. Looking into her eyes and the longing she has for him. He lays her down on the bed as he kisses his way down her neck, her, chest, stopping for a bite at her breasts, then continuing down across her soft belly, until he reaches her shaved clit. He kisses it ever so softly, hearing her gasp. He smiles because he knows he has control over her now, as he digs his tongue deep into her. He moves his tongue around inside of her until she’s beyond wet. He repositions himself on top of her so she can suck on his hardness while he uses his tongue on her some more. Stopping every now and then to kiss it and see how the wetness exploding from the lips of her clit.

She’s sucking on him, tasting him once again, while he’s enjoying her as well. She stops and turns him around on top of her. Her mind racing because she wants to feel his hard cock inside of her tight pussy. He looks down at her and he knows what she wants, as he slowly rubs the tip of his cock on her pussy lips, feeling how wet and ready she is. He slowly enters her, both of them gasp, knowing this is the moment that they wait for from week to week. He slides in and out of her, holding her head close to him, kissing each other. She moans in pleasure as he watches her, he goes in and out, faster now. Letting her head fall to the bed as he straitens out his body to fuck her good. Faster and faster, hearing the rhythm of their bodies against one another.

He pulls out of her as she turns on the bed and sucks on him again. Tasting him, tasting what she craves from him. He stands up at the side of the bed, turns her on her belly, and pulls her over to him. Putting her ass in the air so he can get her from behind. He enters her slowly at first, enjoying her tightness wrap around his hard cock. Feeling that sensation that he longs for as he starts to go faster. His balls slamming against her pussy with every thrust as he reaches over and touches her hair. She lifts her head up off the bed as his hands make their way to her thighs. He rides her harder and harder, watching her breasts swaying as he feels her start to pulsate inside.

With his mind racing and uncontrollable he turns her around and gets on top of her again. Going in quickly and not skipping a beat. Pounding her as the sweat begins to roll down his back as he prepares himself to finish what he started. He feels it coming and coming, squirting deep inside of her, filling her up, as she looks up and watches him.

They both smile as he goes to lay down next to her. She reaches over to touch his chest and lays her head down. Both knowing their time together is coming to an end they lay tangled up together. Kissing some more and making their moment in time last as long as possible.

They get up out of the bed and help get each other dressed. Both walk down the stairs that they had just walked up. Kissing one more time as she opens the door. He walks down the walkway, she listens for the sound of a closing car door, and he drives away. Both going back to their own worlds and realities until they meet again.

After the exchange of those ‘three little words’ neither Marti nor Savannah knew what to say. Ultimately it felt like there was nothing else more to say. Like anything else would have been trivial. So eventually Savannah just smiled softly and rested her head down on Marti’s chest, the blonde happily holding her lover against her body as they snuggled.

Generally Marti was the type of girl to stay up late and squeeze every second out of her life she could, but there were exceptions to every rule and apparently this was one of them because Marti didn’t want to move from this spot. Ever. In fact if the world ended right now she would probably be content, because really, what could possibly top this?

The girl she loved more than she could have ever imagined loving anyone or anything had just told Marti that she loved her and wanted to be with her. Was willing to be with her no matter what the consequences of it might be. And right now for the first time they were truly together. They were finally a real couple. They were girlfriends.

As a result Marti couldn’t imagine ever being this blissfully happy again. Like no matter how amazing future moments might be they couldn’t compare to this. But… Marti wanted to try. Despite a moment of insanity she wanted the world to keep spinning so she could see if she could feel this way again, and honestly she’d settle for pretty close which she was sure she would be whenever Savannah was in her arms. Or kissing her. Or maybe even just in the same room as her.

Besides, if the world ended now Marti would be robbed of the chance of spending a lifetime with Savannah, which at that moment Marti wanted more than anything. Not that she would freak Savannah out by saying anything of course, but in that moment Marti found herself weighing the pros and cons of adoption vs artificial insemination and desperately trying to remember what Savannah had told her was her favourite flower so Marti could decide how many there should be for their wedding. Which again Marti knew was bordering on psychotic, but she was just so happy she couldn’t help it.

While Marti was perfectly happy to remain where she was for the rest of the evening so she could plan out her life with the girl in her arms Savannah was trying to gather up the physical and more importantly mental strength to get up and to come out.

Part of her didn’t want too, at least not right away, not when she could be spending the entire night, or at least the next couple of hours, lying in Marti’s arms. But, thanks to Dan, Savannah needed to act fast.

So once she had regained enough strength Savannah murmured, “Marti, I’m… I’m hungry. Can, can we get something to eat?”

“Sure, no problem.” Marti said as she let go of Savannah, making it easier for the other cheerleader to get up, “Do you wanna go out and celebrate?”

“No, I’d, I’d like to just eat in, ok?” Savannah asked as she quickly picked up a towel and wrapped it around herself.

“Ok.” Marti murmured, her eyes lingering on Savannah’s body.

“Just going to freshen up.” Savannah said unnecessarily, “Back in a sec.”

With that Savannah quickly slipped out and headed for the showers.

Considering the amount of girls living under one roof it seemed criminal to have one shower per floor, but it was just one of the little quirks Savannah had learned to deal with in college. Of course the worst part of it was that it was commonplace for the other girls in her squad to walk around wearing nothing but a towel at all hours of the night and day given what sweaty, active lives they lead. Scantily clad girls had always made Savannah nervous for reasons she’d never wanted to analyse and it had always been difficult pretending it didn’t bother her.

On the bright side no one batted an eye at Savannah taking a shower right now, and the shower itself wasn’t occupied, and no one really saw her, particularly the latter of which being a relief as it meant no one saw her with Marti’s cum covering her face. And sure, it had dried to the point no one would have noticed anyway, but it was the principle of the thing.

Once she’d showered and returned to her room she found Marti waiting for her in a towel, the blonde gently smiling before wordlessly slipping away to freshen up herself, leaving Savannah to stare at herself in the mirror. Moving closer to it Savannah imagined she was looking into the eyes of her fellow Hellcats. Into the scary and judgemental eyes of Alice. Of Lewis. Of… her family. Her sister Charlotte, her Dad… her Mom. She could all see them staring at her. Judging her. Hating her. But still, she owed them the truth.

“I’m… I’m…” Savannah repeated over and over for what felt like hours, only finally able to say something else when she looked down at her feet and mumbled, “I’m gay.”

Just then the door opened, Savannah grateful she was still in a towel because even if it was only Marti someone could have been behind her or something. Although such a thought quickly became trivial as Marti was now looking at her with concern.

“What’s wrong?” Marti asked after she had closed the door.

“N, nothing.” Savannah mumbled unconvincingly.

“Savannah, you’re crying.” Marti pointed out as she quickly moved to her girlfriend’s side.

Looking up into the mirror Savannah saw that Marti was right, which was weird because she honestly hadn’t noticed given how hard she had been trying to concentrate on coming out to her own reflection.

“I was just…” Savannah began to make excuses but Marti just looked at her in this way which prevented the brunette from lying, “I was practising.”

“Practising what?” Marti asked softly as she moved a little closer.

“Coming out.” Savannah whispered, unable to look Marti in the eye.

Smiling softly Marti cupped Savannah’s face, “There’s no rush?”

There was but Savannah didn’t want to tell Marti about it, so she told her a white lie followed by a couple of half-truths, “I know, but… I just really want to get this over with. I, I just… I want to do it before I loss my nerve, ok?”

“Ok.” Marti said softly, gently pulling Savannah into her arms, “I just want to be with you. I don’t care how or when or even if anyone finds out, so just tell me how you want to play this and we’ll do it. I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”

Savannah smiled softly, then told Marti the plan she had been working on since pretty much after Dan called her and that she had finalised in her shower, “I, I was thinking we could tell the squad over dinner. That, that kind of gets most of it out the way in one go, then tell your Mom, then… mine, my family.”

Marti bit her lip. Savannah was clearly struggling just to tell her how she wanted to come out, so who knows what she would be like when it actually came down to it. However she had seen Savannah perform well when she needed to under stressful situations, and as much as she didn’t want to push Savannah into anything she wasn’t ready for Marti also wanted to be able to scream from the rooftops that she was in love with and dating Savannah Monroe.

So after a brief pause Marti said, “If that’s what you want… just be sure it is. And if it’s too much, or you want to chicken out, or whatever, just say Goth, ok?”

“Goth?” Savannah questioned with a frown.

“Yeah, Goth.” Marti grinned softly, “It’s what you called me during our first meeting, remember? Shortly after I called you a football groupie, then, erm, other not so nice things were said. Point is, we could have a safe word which we can use if one of us changes their minds, or just doesn’t think they can go through with it right now or whatever.”

“Oh, ok.” Savannah said softly, knowing she really didn’t have the choice but it was nice for Marti to think of that.

“Ok.” Marti confirmed unnecessarily, an awkward pause falling between them before Marti asked, “So… do you want some help practising?”

Savannah just kind of looked confused in response so Marti gently pushed Savannah around so she was facing the mirror again, got behind the other girl and wrapped her arms around her.

Then Marti murmured softly but firmly, “Repeat after me… I’m gay.”

Savannah was a little distracted by the feeling of Marti’s body pressed against her, particularly Marti’s breasts pressed into her back, but she soldiered on and after only a brief pause stammered, “I’m… I’m gay.”

“Good.” Marti praised softly, trying not to sound patronising. She definitely wasn’t trying to be, but again Savannah wasn’t exactly brimming with confidence, and… well, “Now, try not looking down.”

Biting her lip and blushing slightly Savannah looked back up at her reflection and this time said slightly more confidently, “I’m gay.”

“Excellent. Great job Savannah.” Marti praised, this time sounding a lot more like she meant it, “Again.”

“I’m gay.” Savannah said, this time without hesitation, and kind of liking the way it rolled off her tongue.

“Great, and again.” Marti encouraged.

“I’m gay.” Savannah repeated a few times with appropriate encouragements from Marti before beginning to ad lib a little, “I’m a lesbian. I Savannah Monroe am a… am a raging homosexual who is in love with another girl. I’m… I’m dating another girl. I’m, I’m in a lesbian relationship, and I’m happy… even if it makes me a hell-bound sexual deviant.”

“Ok, good but… about the last part…” Marti quickly interrupted, choosing her next words carefully, “I don’t care what voice inside your head says otherwise, you’re not a hell-bound sexual deviant, ok? You’re beautiful, kind, and amazing. And normal. No, you’re extraordinary, but… there’s nothing wrong with you, ok? Nothing!”

Savannah smiled at the kind words. She wasn’t sure she believed them, but she wanted too. Either way she would probably be receiving some not so kind words so she needed to be strong.

“Ok.” Savannah murmured, wiping away tears which began falling during her little confession due to relief, happiness and terror, “I, I think that’s enough. Otherwise I’m going to freak out or something, so can we just get this over with?”

“If that’s what you want.” Marti found herself murmuring again, placing a gentle kiss on Savannah’s neck before murmuring suggestively, “Or, we could just stay here and-”

“No!” Savannah said firmly, moving away, “We, we can’t. I mean… I just need to get this over with, ok?”

“Ok.” Marti said, kicking herself for upsetting Savannah, “I didn’t mean-”

“It’s fine.” Savannah insisted, “I know you’re just worried about me, but you don’t have to be.”

“Well, that and I really, really want to have my way with you.” Marti said playfully before quickly adding, “But for the record, I’d be happy just snuggling.”

Savannah smiled softly, “Anything to avoid my mother.”

Marti smiled back, however both girls exchanged a look, both knowing it was no laughing matter. Then without thinking Savannah turned around, dropped her towel and started rummaging around for clothes. When she grabbed a fresh pair of underwear she turned back to find Marti kind of just staring at her which made her blush.

“What?” Marti shrugged innocently, “Girlfriend privileges.”

“What?” Savannah questioned in confusion.

“Girlfriend privileges.” Marti repeated before explaining, “See, before we were dating staring at you was just kind of weird and a little creepy. But now we’re not strangers or friends, we’re girlfriends, so it’s ok.”

“Oh.” Savannah murmured, mulling Marti’s words over in her head and deciding they sounded about right before shyly asking, “Does it work both ways?”

Marti grinned and then opened up her towel and lent back so Savannah could stare at her in all her naked glory. And stare Savannah did.

What felt like an eternity later, but was only a couple of seconds, Savannah turned around and blushed, “I, I think we need to concentrate on getting dressed.”

“If you say so.” Marti grinned.


About two hours later Marti was standing in the main kitchen of Cheer Town marvelling at her girlfriend’s work. It wasn’t exactly a feast fit for a king but it was more a family sized home-cooked meal then Marti had ever gotten living with her mother, each place laid and ready with enough food on the table for everyone. Unfortunately this seemed to make the other Hellcats nervous as they cautiously took their seats around the main table.

That there was an uneasiness amongst the Hellcats seem to go unnoticed by Savannah who was keeping herself busy with the cooking, going as far as to clearly only half listen to Marti whenever she tried to talk to her about it. However while Savannah didn’t notice someone other than Marti did.

“Sooooo, what’s up?” Alice grinned.

Marti gave the bitchy girl a sideways glance and then murmured, “What, can’t a captain just cook a meal for her squad?”

“I guess, but when it’s not announced ahead of schedule that normally means Savannah has bad news and is trying to soften the blow.” Alice said nonchalantly, before adding, “Plus everyone got the text that they absolutely had to be here, so that’s got everyone on edge.”

“Well relax, everything’s fine.” Marti said, kind of telling herself as well as Alice.

“I figured it might be.” Alice smiled, turning to walk away and murmuring over her shoulder, “Good luck with whatever it is you might be announcing tonight. Not that I have any idea what it could possibly be of course.”

Marti frowned, again wondering why Alice seemed so invested in her business before turning her attention to Savannah. Nobody had needed to tell her that her girlfriend was nervous or that she was trying to win over everyone with food, or even that everyone was nervous. However her little conversation with Alice had Marti questioning whether she should check one last time that Savannah was ready for this.

Quickly deciding it was better to be safe than sorry Marti slowly approached her captain and whispered in her ear, “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“Uh-huh.” Savannah nodded without hesitation, smiling softly as she passed Marti a plate with already carved meat, “Here, can you put this on the table.”

“Sure.” Marti said, helping Savannah finish laying the table and then sitting down with the rest of the Hellcats, all of them looking to their captain expectantly.

There was a long pause as Savannah looked out amongst so many familiar faces, pure terror filling her body like never before. It was easily ten times as strong as what she felt when she was about to perform, the fear of getting hurt or hurting someone else nothing on the pain Savannah felt was coming her way now. However while she had dreamt of this horrible moments thousands of times the difference was Marti was right there by her side, giving her this look which filled Savannah with strength.

So, finally, Savannah spoke, “Tha, thanks for coming on such short notice. I know we’re all very busy-”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, what’s wrong? Are we still going to Regionals?” Frankie interrupted nervously.

“Yes. Don’t worry, it isn’t anything like that, it’s…” Savannah paused, again feeling overwhelmed by all the attention on her, waiting for her to say what she’d dreaded saying for so long, and again Marti was the only reason she found the strength to continue, “I, erm… I just, I just wanted to announce, that is I wanted to say… to tell you that I… I love you all. I consider each of you a friend, and more than that… you’re family. All of us together here are a family. And I love you all. And I really hope this doesn’t change anything, but, I… I, I just wanted to say, to tell you, that… Marti and I are dating.”

There was a long, deafening silence, then Alice let out a chuckle and murmured, “Yes!”

Marti and Savannah looked at her in confusion while the other Hellcats glared that her, but before Marti or Savannah could say anything Darwin asked, “So, you guys are what? Gay? Bi? Undecided?”

Completely thrown off by this reaction Savannah blinked, looked at Marti and stuttered, “I… we… Marti?”

Quickly taking Savannah’s hand in hers Marti said, “We’re gay… which shouldn’t change anything, right?”

To Savannah’s disbelief murmurings of ‘right’ and ‘sure’ echoed throughout the room.

“Are… are you sure? Because if anyone’s uncomfortable I, I mean we-” Savannah stammered.

“You realise I’m gay, right?” Darwin pointed out before adding, “And news flash, no one cares. Why would it be any different with you two?”

Savannah blinked. Before she had a thousand reasons, but right now she couldn’t think of one. To be fair though she really couldn’t think of anything in general, as in she was so overwhelmed there wasn’t a coherent thought going through her brain, and Marti looked so happy she really wasn’t much of a help this time.

Finally Savannah came up with, “You never tried to be something you’re not.”

“Not here, but I didn’t exactly go around broadcasting it in high school.” Darwin shrugged, “And take it from someone who knows, it’s never easy and you’re doing great.”

There was another pause and then Marti asked, “Has anyone else got anything to say?”

“Yeah, most of you owe me money.” Alice grinned.

“No we don’t.” Frankie grumbled before trying to whisper angrily, “You push them together. That’s totally cheating.”

“What are you talking about?” Marti glared, not liking what she was hearing.

Looking at Marti with a challenging smile Alice explained, “I started a bet going with most of the Hellcats about when you two lovebirds would come out. I figured the way you were eye fucking each other it wouldn’t have taken this long, but I underestimated how aware you were of your feelings. So, seeing as I was about to lose what I thought would be easy money, I gave you a little push.”

“Which is totally cheating.” Frankie grumbled.

“It would be if we agreed on any rules against it before hand, but we didn’t. So you owe me money bitch.” Alice countered.

Meanwhile Marti was fuming, “All… all of it… everything you said… you were just trying to win a stupid bet?”

“What? Did you actually think I cared about your happiness and well-being?” Alice questioned, adding as Marti got up threateningly, “Not that I said anything untrue, and hey, as far as you and me are concerned this is a win-win.”

Marti took a few steps forward before Lewis stepped in front of her and said, “I think what Alice, and all of us, are trying to say is that we’re all really happy for you.”

“And totally not surprised.” Alice added, and then as everyone was looking at her added, “Oh come on, who was surprised? Anyone? Honestly?”

There was a few awkward murmurings and then Darwin got up, moved around to Savannah and opened his arms, “Congratulations, I’m really proud of you.”

Marti and Savannah exchanged a look, paused, and then hugged the men in front of them.

“It gets easier.” Darwin whispered into Savannah’s ear, “Not always at first. Some people just suck, you know? But it does eventually get easier.”

“Thanks.” Savannah smiled.

“Also, I totally was not part of Alice’s little bet.” Darwin added which caused Savannah to smile softly.

After telling Marti the same thing in regards to the bet Lewis added, “I’m here for you, ok? Whatever you need.”

Marti thanked him and then she and Savannah exchanged a few more hugs with the other Hellcats, fought the urge to slap Alice, and then sat down to have their meal. After a few minutes it was almost like nothing happened, conversation becoming about everything and nothing which was incredibly comforting to both Marti and Savannah. Particularly Savannah couldn’t believe how well things had gone. However both of them were very aware that it was extremely unlikely their real families would take the news quite as well.


As soon as they were done with their meal Marti and Savannah quickly said their goodbyes and headed off in the direction of The Rat. Most of the journey was spent in slightly awkward silence, an impending dread filling particularly Savannah as they got closer and closer to their destination.

Finally when Marti parked Savannah turned around, “Are you ok?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Marti shrugged, not even really registering the question properly until she saw the look on Savannah’s face. Then Marti smiled softly, gently reached out, placed her hand over Savannah’s and said, “Don’t worry, it’s going to be fine.”

Savannah smiled softly back, “You don’t think your Mom will freak?”

“Oh she’s totally going to freak. Like, nuclear levels of freakdom.” Marti said with a smile on her face, although stopped herself midsentence and she saw how apprehensive Savannah looked, “But she’ll calm down, think about it, and it will probably make a lot of sense. I know it does to me. Besides, she has no right to judge considering everything I’ve put up with looking after her for all these years, and more to the point she will definitely need more looking after in the future so trust me, if she has a problem with having a lesbian daughter that will only last until she needs yet another favour.”

“Oh.” Savannah murmured, not sounding convinced.

“Everything is going to be fine. Trust me.” Marti reassured, “And you know what, you don’t have to come in if you-”

“No.” Savannah quickly cut her off, “You were there for me earlier, and I know it’s a lot to ask but I really need you to be with me when I tell my Mom. So I’m coming, ok?”

“Ok.” Marti murmured, avoiding the urge to make a dirty joke and simply adding, “But leave the talking to me. My Mom can be a handful, especially when she gets riled up. She can also end up saying a bunch of stuff she doesn’t really mean, so if I ask, do you think you can leave? Not that I don’t want you there, I do, I just don’t want you to get caught in the crossfire, ok?”

“Ok, that’s fine.” Savannah muttered apprehensively, immediately missing Marti’s hand as it let go of her own so the blonde could exit the car.

The brunette quickly followed suit and the two girls headed into the bar.

Wanda Perkins was easy enough to find, behind the bar as usual at this time of night, wondering back and forth as she took orders and poured drinks. In her element, Marti thought with a grumble.

For a few moments they just watched, neither girl exactly rushing to go over. Then when there was a lull in the traffic of drunks getting their fix Marti walked over, slipped behind the bar and tried to get her mother’s attention. As always it was easier said than done.

“Mom… MOM!” Marti called out numerous times.

She got the usual excuses, “Just a second honey… two ticks… be with you in a minute…”

Finally Marti cried out in frustration, “I’M IN LOVE!”

That got her mother’s attention just as Marti thought it would, the older woman quickly looking at her with wide-eyed joy before handing the final customers a beer each and telling them, “On the house.”

With that Wanda grabbed hold of her daughter’s hand and pretty much literally dragged her into the back, completely abandoning the bar. Savannah looked around for a few moments and then slowly followed the two blondes.

Of course the second they were out of sight Wanda started babbling, “Who is he? Tell me everything? How did you guys meet? Did he compliment your hair? Have you guys gone on a date yet? Have you had sex? Are you using protection? Oh, is it Dan? It’s Dan isn’t it! I always knew-”

“It’s Savannah!” Marti blurted out, partly to just get it out and partly to shut her Mom up.

The latter of which was a roaring success for a few long seconds. Of course Savannah had chosen the moment her name was mentioned to appear, Wanda looking back and forth between the two girls for what felt like forever before finally murmuring, “What?”

“I’m, I’m in love with Savannah.” Marti said, surprised how difficult it was to actually say the words. Luckily for her Savannah moved closer, giving Marti the chance to reach out and gently take her hand in hers. That gave Marti the strength to continue, “We’re in love. Which I know is kind of crazy because we haven’t known each other that long, but… it just kind of happened.”

There was a long pause and then Wanda looked at the brunette, “Savannah honey, could you give us a minute.”

Savannah looked at Marti, silently asking her what she wanted to do.

Marti wasn’t exactly sure herself. Having Savannah there really, really helped, but she could tell her Mom was probably about to freak out and as she had said earlier she really didn’t want Savannah to end up in the crossfire.

So Marti gently squeezed Savannah’s hand and asked, “Would you mind? I swear I’ll be right out.”

“Sure.” Savannah said, a little startled as Marti moved forwards to kiss her.

Sensing that was the case Marti change tactics, bringing Savannah’s hand up to her lips and gently kissing it before letting it go. In response Savannah smiled, walked to the door and then with one final look over her shoulder left.

“Honey…” Wanda began the second Savannah was gone, although she struggled to find the right words, “I know it’s easy to get caught up in experimentation, but-”

“God Mom I’m not experimenting!” Marti snapped angrily, “I’m not confused, or going through a phase, or whatever other bull shit you can think of. I’m gay! I like girls! I love Savannah!”

“Ok, ok, ok, don’t get your panties in a bunch.” Wanda said defensively while lifting her hands up in a sign she intended to mean no offence but she would later wonder if it came off a little patronising, “It’s just not every day you learn you have a lesbian daughter.”

“I know.” Marti murmured, sort of feeling bad for snapping, although not sure she should be, “It’s just… don’t trivialise this, ok? Because I’ve never felt this way before about anyone.”

Wanda frowned, “What about Dan?”

“What about him?” Marti glared.

“Nothing.” Wanda said unconvincingly before adding, “It’s just that… I kind of thought you two would end up together.”

Again Marti was flawed. Had she really been the only one with no idea two very different people had been having feelings for her?

Taking a deep breath to calm herself Marti tried to explain, “Dan and I are just friends. That’s all we are, that’s all we’ve ever been.”

“Please, he’s been your boyfriend without benefits for years.” Wanda said.

“Well now Savannah is my girlfriend with full benefits.” Marti snapped, before again trying to calm herself, “Look, he’s been my best friend for as long as I can remember and I care about him a lot, but I’ve never felt that way about him. Ever.”

“Well he definitely feels that way about you.” Wanda said, recalling an earlier conversation, “In fact he was just telling me how much he loved you and that he was going to do whatever it took to be with you.”

“You talk to him? Today?” Marti questioned.

“Sure.” Wanda smiled, “In fact I think he’s still here… oh honey, you didn’t come out to him, did you? Think what that could do to him.”

Marti was only half listening as she was already at the door, her heart racing as she feared the worst. After all Dan hadn’t been exactly in his right mind when she saw him earlier, and to combine that with alcohol was a dangerous mix. God dammit, why hadn’t she taken two seconds to look around? Then again she had been so concentrated on her mother and the place was really quite crowded.

Opening the door Marti’s worst fears were pretty much realised as she found Dan roughly pushing Savannah backwards as she tried to reach for his phone which he had pressed to his ear. The force of the push almost knocked Savannah off her feet and the brunette was crying almost hysterically.

“Please Dan, don’t…” Savannah pleaded weakly.

“I warned you bitch.” Dan spat, his finger ready to press the call button, “I warned you what would happen if you didn’t do what I say…”

“Please!” Savannah wept.

“Fine, then do it.” Dan ordered, “Break up with her and leave town. I don’t ever want to see you again.”

“What the hell is going on?” Marti yelled as she stomped over to them, not giving a damn that they now had the attention of pretty much everyone in the bar.

“Marti… I…” Dan said weakly.

“Get the hell away from her!” Marti screamed, pushing him away from Savannah.

Gritting his teeth Dan swallowed his anger and tried to calmly explain himself, “Look Marti, I’m trying to help you.”

“Help me?” Marti fumed.

“Yeah, help you.” Dan said, “You’re about to make a mistake which will ruin both your lives. That’s why I did what I did. Why I’m doing what I’m doing.”

Turning to her girlfriend Marti asked, “What’s he talking about?”

“I, I…” Savannah gulped and then stammered, “Dan, he… he threatened to tell my parents if, if I didn’t break up with you.”

When Marti looked at him with a terrifying rage Dan quickly added, “Because this whole thing is one big mistake. Marti, think about it. You’re not like her. You’re not some brain-damaged dyke slut, you’re-”

A loud ‘oh’ erupted from the audience as Marti punched Dan square in the jaw.

She hadn’t meant too. She was just totally blinded by rage and the next thing she knew she was punching him as hard as she could, almost as if it was some kind of natural reaction. A natural reaction which really hurt her hand, not that she really noticed it given what happened next.

Dan fell like a sack of bricks… or however that saying was supposed to go, Marti feeling momentarily proud, and then a little worried for his safety, then angry at him again.

For a few moments she just stared down at him. He didn’t get up. Then someone she didn’t recognise slowly reached down, checked his pulse and then said, “His fine. Just,erm, a little unconscious.”

Then a more familiar voice murmured, “Wow, nice shot.”

Turning to see her classmate Morgan Pepper Marti glared, “He had it coming.”

“Sounds like.” Morgan said as most of the crowd dispersed and went back to what was important to them, their drinks.

After a few moments of silence Marti said, “I’m gay by the way.”

“Was that meant to be a secret?” Morgan asked nonchalantly, before quickly adding after a look Marti gave him, “But if you’re on some kind of coming out crusade, good for you. And congratulations. I’m all for gay rights, particularly between two lovely ladies.”

Ignoring her sort of friend somewhat sleazy smile Marti turned to see her mother staring at her in disbelief. Marti return that stare for a few moments, then move closer and softly said, “When he wakes up tell him I get it. Love can make you crazy. But… I just can’t see his face again. Like, ever. So… tell him thanks for everything, but I never want to see him again.”

With that Marti turned and left The Rat, Savannah only briefly hesitating before following her.

Once they were outside and almost to Marti’s car the blonde turned around, tears in her eyes as she yelled, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I, I…” Savannah stammered.

“Is that why coming out to you was so important? Because of Dan?” Marti asked angrily, “Is that the only reason-”

“No.” Savannah interrupted, “I just… I didn’t tell you because I thought you might think that, but that’s not true. I wanted to be with you because I love you… that’s why I chose you and want to tell everyone. Yes, I want them to hear it from me, but that’s because it’s the right thing to do and apparently I don’t have a lot of time to do it. I would have done it eventually, I swear, it’s just… I need you to know I’m doing this first and foremost because I want to be with you, then because it’s the right thing, with Dan’s threat a distant third, ok?

“Ok.” Marti said softly, moving forward to whisper, “I, I didn’t mean to yell, I just-.”

“It’s ok.” Savannah interrupted, “I just… I really wanted to tell everyone. I did. It’s just… a lot, you know? But, I… I want this. I would have probably preferred not doing it all at once, but it’s better this way. I wasn’t lying before, I really do just want to get this over with, because it’s killing me Marti. It was always killing me. Feeling like… like I was lying to everyone, and who I really am is wrong, and disgusting, and… sinful… and you saved me. You saved me from that. Don’t you understand? You saved me. That is why I choose you. Why I will always choose you. I, I love you and I want to be with you. Everyone in my life who matters should know that, you know?”

“I know.” Marti said softly, gently embracing a now weeping Savannah, “I love you too. And I will always, always choose you. No matter what the choice is, it’s always going to be you.”

For a while Marti just held the other girl, then she noticed her mother was again standing just a few feet away from them.

Gently pulling back Marti cup the back of Savannah’s head with both hands, rested her forehead against the other girl’s and softly said, “Go wait in the car. Please? I promise I’ll just be a second, then we can go up to your parents and get everything out in the open. Then we can be officially together. Ok?”

“Ok.” Savannah smiled softly, the two girls briefly kissing before disentangling themselves. Savannah briefly looked over her shoulder at Marti and then Wanda, silently prayed and then got into the car.

Meanwhile Marti had walked over to her Mom and defensively asked, “What?”

After a few seconds Wanda murmured, “You really do love her, don’t you?”

“It’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” Marti huffed indignantly.

There was a longer pause and then Wanda said, “Look honey… this might take a little getting used to for me… but, I love you. You’re my baby girl, no matter what.”

This sudden 180 really took Marti off guard, but after a few seconds she supposed it wasn’t totally 180. Her Mom drove her crazy and made her life really difficult sometimes, but Marti never doubted that Wanda loved her and was always trying to do right by her, no matter how disastrous the results might be. Of course there had been some doubt whether her Mom would even try and be ok with the gay thing, and now it seemed that she was going to try Marti felt more relieved than she could have ever imagined. In fact it totally took her by surprise how much her Mom’s opinion seemed to matter to her, Marti immediately feeling embarrassed as a tear of relief and even happiness threatened to fall from her right eye.

Then of course her Mom had to ruin the moment, “Besides, Savannah seems like a nice girl. You could do a lot worse… and you won’t get pregnant before you’re ready. But if this really is permanent I still totally want grandkids somehow, even if I have to inseminate you myself. Or maybe it would be better if Savannah was your baby Mama. That girl seems like she’d make a good Mom, and that way you can concentrate on your career. I mean, you’re all tough and butch, so she’s got to be the girl in the relationship, right? I mean, I know you’re both girls, but-”

“Mom!” Marti quickly cut her off before murmuring, “I… I love you too.”

The two of them exchanged a smile, then a hug, then Wanda said, “I’m going to lock Dan in the storeroom and take his phone so he won’t be able to bother you. And when he wakes up I’ll be sure to tell him everything you said and something from me about how if he comes near you again I’ll make sure he won’t be having any children.”

“Thanks Mom.” Marti said softly.

“I mean, the things he said…” Wanda murmured, “I didn’t think he had that in him.”

“I don’t know, I kind of get it.” Marti said, looking over at Savannah who was watching them from the car, “Love can make you do just about anything.”


After one more brief, awkward hug Marti said goodbye to her Mom, got into her car and headed off to the place Marti least wanted to be in the entire world.

She’d met Savannah’s Mom only in passing but she had certainly lived up to her reputation, and while the stuck up bitch could say anything she wanted about Marti and the blonde wouldn’t care she feared what the older woman might say to Savannah. Marti was also worried what she might do if Savannah’s mother hurt her. Of course that was just it, it was all but guaranteed that Savannah’s mother would hurt her, that she would use her words to cut into Savannah and break her heart worse then she’d ever done before, which apparently was really saying something. And Marti couldn’t stop it, and worse she wasn’t sure she could trust herself not to lash out at anyone who hurt Savannah which wouldn’t help matters. After all punching Dan was one thing, attacking her girlfriend’s mother was something else entirely.

It really didn’t help that again the two girls barely said a word to each other, Savannah clearly envisioning what was about to happen over and over again and there wasn’t a damn thing Marti could think to say to make her feel better and honestly Marti hated herself for that. All she could do was ask for directions, Savannah mumbling her replies until finally she said, “Stop here.”

After parking outside of the house which was at least four times the size of the biggest place Marti had ever lived there was a moment of silence. Then Marti turned to Savannah and asked, “Is… is there anything I can do? Anything I can say? Because if there is just tell me, and I’ll do it.”

Savannah smiled, “Just leave the talking to me.”

“Are you sure?” Marti asked, “Because I could just go in there and-”

“No! They have to hear it from me.” Savannah said firmly, before squeezing Marti’s hand, “But having you here with me… it means everything. Ok?”

“Ok.” Marti murmured and with that they slowly headed towards the door, the walk, much like the drive, feeling like it took forever and yet only seconds.

It was the same story with the wait between ringing the doorbell and someone answering it, both cheerleaders almost relieved when the door finally opened to reveal their Cyclone rival/Savannah’s sister Charlotte.

Looking at the grim looks on their faces Charlotte frowned, “Who died?”

“Is, is Mom and Dad here?” Savannah asked politely.

“Yeah, why?” Charlotte asked.

“I, I need to talk to them. To all of you.” Savannah said softly.

“Ok.” Charlotte murmured, somewhat worried by Savannah’s tone.

Moving aside Charlotte allowed the two Hellcats to enter her home, closed the door behind them and let them into the main room where Parker and Layne Monroe were sitting together on their sofa silently reading.

Although they looked up simultaneously it was Savannah’s father who spoke first, a brief smile crossing his face before quickly pushing it away, “Savannah.”

“Savannah…” Layne Monroe murmured with noticeably less enthusiasm than her husband, “To what do we owe this unexpected visit?”

Savannah took a deep breath and then sat down in the chair opposite to her parents and said, “I… I have something to tell you.”

When her sister glanced at her Charlotte took the hint and slowly moved over to where her parents were sitting, the three of them now looking at Savannah expectantly in a way which made the nervous brunette feel as if her throat was about to literally close up.

“Well spitted out child.” Layne demanded after a few long seconds.

Savannah gulped softly, took another deep breath and said, “I… I… I want you to know that I love you. That, that I love you all. And I’m so grateful. For everything you taught me, for everything you gave me… I… I don’t know who I would be if it wasn’t for you. Mom, Dad, you gave me something to believe in. Taught me right from wrong. Gave me goals to strive too. And Charlotte, I know we haven’t always gotten along, but when I look back what I most remember is us playing together when we were little, and sharing secrets, and just all those times we were there for each other. And even after everything, I still feel if I really needed you, you’d be there for me. I know I’ll be there for you, no matter what happens. I really want you to know that Char.”

“Savannah, honey, what’s wrong?” Parker asked, becoming extremely worried by his daughter’s tone, “Are you in trouble? Sick? Do you need money?”

“Parker! We are not giving her money.” Layne quickly snapped before turning back to her daughter, “Now, I’m not sure what you have got yourself into young lady but rest assured you will not be getting any help from us. You turned your back on this family and you need to deal with the consequences of that.”

Marti, who was leaning against the chair Savannah was sitting on, dug her nails into the fabric and gritted her teeth to prevent herself from lashing out.

As for Savannah she took another deep breath and promised, “I’m not here because I want anything. I just… I… you’re my family. I owe you the truth. Even if you don’t like it, even if it means that you’ll hate me, I need to tell you that… that I love you, and I will always love you no matter what, and… I don’t expect you to like it… I don’t even expect you to support it… but… I’m gay.”

There was a deafening silence, the longest and most painful of Savannah’s entire life. She looked back and forth between family members, her father and sister clearly shocked by this revelation… even if maybe her Dad was slightly more so. Her Mom was expressionless, then again Savannah had never been good at reading her mother and she wasn’t exactly the most emotional of women as it was.

Finally, just to break the silence, Savannah started talking again, “I tried… I tried so hard not to be. I did everything I could think of to be normal, and I think I even have myself convinced it was going to be ok. But I was going to be ok. But it wasn’t. I wasn’t. I was so… unhappy… and then, I met Marti-”

“That’s quite enough.” Layne cut her off, “Get out.”

“Mom.” Savannah said weakly.

“Get out of my house!” Layne said coldly, “I will not sit here and listen to you trying to justify whatever depravities you and this other deviant have subjected yourselves too.”

“Layne, calm down.” Parker said, immediately regretting it and quickly adding, “This isn’t her fault. She’s clearly the victim of a sexual predator and she needs our help.”

“Dad.” Savannah murmured weakly.

“It’s ok honey, I know of a few places which specialises in curing these types of diseases.” Parker said.

“She does not have a disease!” Marti finally snapped, “She’s perfect.”

“Clearly.” Layne said dryly, “That’s why she brought you here, a fellow sexual deviant, so she can gang up on us.”

“It’s not like that.” Savannah said firmly, “I just needed-”

“To what? Embarrassed this family? Haven’t you already done enough of that?” Layne asked, following up with, “Please tell me you have at least not told anyone else of your poor choices. Your family should not have to live with the shame of such a sin.”

Pausing only briefly Savannah said, “Everyone who needs to know knows. Some of the other Hellcats have big mouth so I’m sure word will soon spread.”

There was a moment’s silence and then Layne said, “Selfish child. Do you have any idea what you’re going to put this family through? Do you?”

Savannah lowered her head, “I’m sorry… but I can’t help who I am.”

“Of course you can.” Layne said, “We all have inappropriate thought Savannah, but what kind of mother would I be if I encouraged such obscene behaviour? I would be no better than those vulgar women who stand by their murderous offspring even after they’ve been convicted and are on death row awaiting their punishment in this life and the next. And mark my words my child, you will be burning alongside them if you do not seek help, but you shall find none from me, or this family. We have given you everything and in return you have spat in our faces. Tried to flaunt your chosen lifestyle of depravity, and worse to justify it. For that I shall never forgive you, but I will pray that God does and you realise the error of your ways before it is too late. Now leave this home. There is no place for you here.”

There was another moment of silence, then Savannah got up to leave.

Realising he had to do something Parker got up and said, “Savannah, please… you’re sick and need help. If not for us than think about your future. That cheer camp you always wanted? What girl would go to one run by a dyke?”

“One who’s not a homophobic ass hole.” Marti spat.

Glaring at the blonde momentarily Parker turned back to his daughter, “Please Savannah… I know this isn’t your fault. You probably just caught something from socialising with shameless deviants who blindly sin their way into hell, which is our fault. I knew we should have never allowed you to leave Memphis Christian. The debauchery you must have witnessed, and been a part of, I’m so sorry.”

Savannah paused for a moment and then said, “I’ve had these feelings my entire life. I fought them with every fibre of my being and I was miserable. Then I fell in love with an amazing girl who makes me happier than I could have ever imagined.”

“Savannah.” Parker said warningly.

Ignoring him Savannah continued boldly, “I’m not sleeping in someone else’s bed every night or engaging in wild orgies. I’m in a committed relationship with another girl who loves me. And I love her. And we’re happy.”

Her father just stared at her blankly for a few moments, then her mother called out, “Just let her go Parker. You know how stubborn she can be. All we can do now is hope that once she’s had her fun humiliating this family she’ll get bored and eventually come crawling back. And if she does she better mean it, because your father may forgive you once Savannah but I’m not sure he can promise a second time. As for me, I’m not sure what you could do to make up for the embarrassment you have and are going to cause me and this family.”

There was a long pause, then Savannah slowly headed towards the door. Marti followed her, desperately fighting the urge to lash out.

Just before they were about to exit the room Savannah turned and said, “Mom, Dad, Charlotte, I love you. I will always love you.”

With that Savannah turned and left the house she had grown up in and would most likely never be invited back too. Again Marti followed her, feeling a brief cessation of pride from not turning around and punching anyone however it was quickly replaced by concern for her girlfriend.

“Savannah… Savannah… talk to me baby… please?” Marti begged.

“Just get me out of here.” Savannah mumbled softly without looking at the blonde.

Without another word the two cheerleaders got into Marti’s car and drove away, although they didn’t get far before Marti parked in the nearest available space and turned to the brunette.

For a while she just stared at her, then Marti softly said, “We can stay here all night, I don’t care, we’re not moving until I can do or say something to make this better.”

More silence.

“Please Savannah, there must be something.” Marti begged.

Yet more silence, then Savannah said, “That sucked.”

Marti blinked, and then softly giggled, Savannah joining her but there was just something about the way she did which made Marti even more worried, “Yeah, it did… do, do you want to talk about it?”

“What is there to say?” Savannah asked, almost immediately answering her own question, “I mean, that… that was the worst experience of my entire life. And now, in a way, I feel like I’m dead inside. Like my heart has been ripped out of my chest and I’m laying dead on the floor. And the worst part of it is that… I expected it. That deep down I knew, this is how they’d react. But… at the same time… it’s over. It’s… it’s finally over. I told them Marti, and even though it was just as I’d always imagined it, it’s over. I don’t have to worry about them rejecting me, because they just did. Which I know sounds crazy, but I feel… relieved. Because I never, not once, believed they’d except me. I couldn’t even imagine it when I tried. It always went just like that, and for as long as I can remember… that, has been my biggest fear. The thing that kept me up at night, that made me cry myself to sleep, that haunted me for my entire life has finally happened to me and it’s like this massive weight is finally off my shoulders and I feel… free. And happy. So very, very happy.”

“Then why are you crying?” Marti asked, only just noticing as she reached out to cup her girlfriend’s face that she and Savannah had moved slowly towards each other during the brunette’s little speech.

Savannah noticed the same thing, leaned into the touch, smiled softly and said, “These are happy tears.”

“Are you sure?” Marti murmured, wishing she could think of something better to say.

“Yes.” Savannah confirmed, admitting, “Well, maybe there’s a little sadness too. But as devastating as everything that just happened was I got through it because of you. Because I know I’m not all alone like I thought I’d be if I ever came out. I still have my squad, and maybe your Mom, and most of all you. More than anything else you kept me together in there, helped me stay strong so I could say what needed to be said, and now I’m so, so happy because now, I get to be with you. No secrets, no sneaking around, no lying to everyone around us.”

“We weren’t lying.” Marti tried to argue, before adding, “Well, at first I was lying to myself about the fact that I’d totally fallen for you, but lately we’ve just been… keeping certain things to ourselves, which isn’t the same thing.”

“It is to me.” Savannah said softly, “But that doesn’t matter now. What matters is that now we can finally, truly be together. I can openly be your girlfriend, and you can be openly mine, and… and it, it still might take some getting used to for me. I, I might struggle with public displays of affection, or hesitate to introduce you as my girlfriend, or just put my foot in my mouth, but… I’m going to try, ok? Just… just be a little patient with me, please?”

Marti rested her forehead gently against Savannah’s and gently murmured, “Whatever you need. Just tell me what it is, and I’ll do it. Because like I said, I just want to make you happy.”

Savannah smiled, paused for a second and then said, “It works both ways you know.”

“I know.” Marti smiled.

“Seriously…” Savannah said, biting her lip, “You’ve been so patient with me already… given me everything I needed… everything that I… that I wanted. Is there… is there anything you need Marti? Anything you… want?”

“What do you mean?” Marti asked, having a vague idea from the changing Savannah’s tone but not wanting to jump to conclusions.

“Well… I…” Savannah blushed, “I was just thinking maybe there was something I could do to thank you for everything you’ve done for me. Because I’m not sure you’ll ever understand just how much you’ve done, because until you came along even I didn’t know how badly I needed saving and you did it. You saved me. And I can never, ever repay you for that, but… maybe we could… I don’t know, role play or I could wear something, like… a costume, or lingerie, or… I don’t know… something…”

Marti couldn’t help but grin at just how cute her girlfriend was when she was blushing, and right now she was blushing a lot, or just how adorable the last few words had sounded as Savannah gently whispered them.

Of course this was no laughing matter so Marti quickly said in a very serious yet happy tone, “You don’t have to do any of that stuff, but if you want to I am very, very open to it.”

“Oh.” Savannah murmured, before quickly adding, “It’s not that I’m a pervert or anything, I just always thought it would be nice to dress up for my man… while I tried and failed to stop imagining dressing up for my woman.”

“And I guess that would be me now, huh?” Marti grinned.

“Uh-huh… you’re my woman.” Savannah nodded, blushed and smiled, “So… is there something like that you’d want? Or anything at all? Because I really want to please you Marti… I really want to please my woman.”

Marti wasn’t sure if Savannah knew just how sexy she’d just sounded. Part of it was how Savannah’s eyes had seemed to cloud with desire, but the tone of voice portrayed that as well as an intoxicating combination of nervousness and a need to please. It might have been the sexiest thing Marti had ever heard, and considering how much she loved the sounds Savannah made during their love making sessions that was really saying something.

However while the tone of their conversation had drastically changed Marti was very aware just how fragile Savannah was right now so the last thing she wanted to do was freak her out or make her promise to do something that she would later regret. Just as importantly Marti didn’t want certain things to be associated with today, and specifically the end of it.

Of course while Marti could happily make love to Savannah as she had done throughout the week without any additions to it there were a number of things she wanted to do to this girl. Like covering Savannah’s entire body in chocolate and licking every bit of it off. And playing with Savannah’s amazing ass which Marti felt extremely drawn too. And most of all she wanted to try using toys, specifically a strap-on. But again Marti had no intention of bringing these things up, at least not right now, however since Savannah was looking at her expectantly Marti wondered if there was something she could get away with.

Before Marti could think of something a phone started ringing. In the silence of the car it sounded deafening, both girls totally startled by it before, recognising the tune, Savannah quickly pulled out her mobile and checked the caller ID.

After briefly showing her surprise Savannah hit the call button, brought the phone up to her lips and softly murmured, “Charlotte?”

“Hey…” Charlotte’s voice came from the other end, pausing briefly before she added, “So… you really are queer, huh?”

Savannah went very pale. She had thought her nightmare was finally over, and concentrating on Marti and their future had really helped Savannah at least momentarily put what happened with her parents behind her. Now it seemed as if she would have to endure one more heartbreak before finally being free. After all Charlotte had stayed silent ever since entering the main room, at first just looking shocked at Savannah before keeping her head down and saying nothing as their parents had yelled at Savannah. Now perhaps Charlotte was going to have her turn telling Savannah exactly what she thought of her ‘chosen’ lifestyle.

“I’m… I’m sorry Char.” Savannah whimpered.

There was another long pause and then Charlotte said, “They’re still arguing you know? About what to do with you? But Mom always wins these things so I don’t think anyone will end up trying to grab you and take you to a homo curing camp, or whatever they call it. And I’m pretty sure Dad can’t legally do that anyway, so you’re probably safe, but… I don’t know, maybe you should keep an eye out or something.”

“Oh.” Savannah mumbled, not sure what to say.

There was more silence, and then Charlotte said, “Listen… I’m not sure I could ever really be ok with the whole gay thing… I mean it just seems icky and wrong to me, and we were always taught it was a sin, but… you’re my sister, and you were right… we’ve always tried to be there for each other when it really mattered, and I don’t know if I can, but.. I think I owe it to you to try.”

“Really?” Savannah murmured, happy tears filling her eyes.

“Yeah.” Charlotte said, quickly adding, “I mean… I’m going to need some time to wrap my head around this. Like maybe a week or something. Then maybe I could, I don’t know, give you a call or something? Then maybe we could talk. Well, you could talk and I could try, you know, listening.”

“That would be amazing. Thank you.” Savannah said, now softly crying.

More silence and then Charlotte murmured, “You know what’s funny? That this isn’t exactly a surprise to me, or Mom. I mean, Kathy kept telling me you were a dyke… sorry, lesbian, and I kept telling her she was wrong, but then you showed up with that moose of a girl at Qualifiers and… the way you looked that her… I hated you then because you were being so… obscene. Kathy pretty much convinced all the other Cyclones you were gay after that and I, I wasn’t sure what to believe so I talked to Mom about it and she said she’d noticed you had certain indecent feelings and all we could do was pray you wouldn’t give in to temptation. But… I don’t know, you never seemed to be as happy as you acted like you were, so… maybe even if it is wrong being gay is right for you, you know? Anyway, I thought Mom was really harsh considering she pretty much knew already. And I’m sorry I didn’t say anything, I just… she scares me, you know? They both do sometimes. So… yeah, I’m sorry, and I’ll call you… ok?”

“Ok.” Savannah murmured, adding when she realised Charlotte was about to hang up, “I, I meant it Char… I still love you, no matter what.”

“I know.” Charlotte murmured, hesitantly adding, “I still love you too. Goodbye.”

With that Charlotte hung up leaving Savannah to stare at Marti who had been obviously listening to at least her side of the conversation. From the look on her face the blonde might have picked up more than that, after all things were pretty quiet all around them, but it seemed right to tell Marti exactly what the call was about.

However when it came to it all Savannah could manage was, “My sister still loves me.”

Then Savannah broke down again, those tears of happiness which had been already flowing freely turning from a stream to practically a waterfall. The next thing Savannah knew she was in Marti’s arms weeping softly, the two girls staying like that for what felt like an eternity. Then Marti was gently resting Savannah’s head against her shoulder while she drove them back to Cheer Town… back to their home. Their little two bed room which now had more happy memories than the home Savannah had grown up in.

The entire journey felt like a dream, Savannah barely aware of anything until she was in bed with her girlfriend. It was the first time since shortly before they started officially dating they didn’t have sex before going to sleep, the two cheerleaders wordlessly throwing on pyjamas as they were both just too emotionally drained to do anything except go to sleep.

Right before going to sleep Marti stroked her girlfriend’s brunette locks and whispered, “I love you Savannah. I don’t care what anyone says, you’re beautiful, amazing, and perfect. Never listen to anyone who tells you different, ok?”

“Ok.” Savannah smiled softly against the other girl’s chest, “I love you too Marti.”


The next morning they had sex. A lot. In fact over the course of the next week they were pretty much going at it like bunnies, Savannah slowly but surely becoming more comfortable with her sexuality as time went on.

Not that they were total animals. Savannah didn’t allow them to be. They won’t allowed to miss classes, social events, and absolutely no missing cheerleader practice, no matter how convincing Marti was that particularly one of the first two would be worth missing for once.

Through it all Marti thought a lot about Savannah’s offer to do something for her. It wasn’t something she wanted to bring up too soon, but after a week had gone by Marti could no longer wait.

Deciding to ask at the end of their fourteenth date, not that Marti saw much point in keeping score at this stage, the blonde made the night as special as possible. That included a private little dinner for two in their room lit by candlelight, Marti swiping a bottle of wine so they could have a glass each, not enough to get them drunk but enough to loosen inhibitions. It wasn’t long after they finished eating that they began to gently kiss, which led to passionately making out, which in turn led to the two cheerleaders slowly stripping each other of their clothes.

Once she was naked and on top of the other girl Marti finally asked the question she had been waiting to ask, “Savannah, do you remember how you offered to do something for me if I wanted it? As in, something sexual?”

Savannah blushed but nodded, “Did… Did you think of something?”

After briefly biting her lip Marti whispered, “Yeah, there is something… do, do you remember our first time together?”

Again Savannah blushed but nodded, “Uh-huh.”

“Well… I wouldn’t want to change a single thing about it because, well, here we are. But sometimes I feel guilty.” Marti murmured, before quickly explaining, “It was your first time and you deserved so much more.”

“What do you mean?” Savannah asked.

“I mean like candlelight and a romantic meal. Romantic meals. And movie dates, and jewellery, and someone treating you like a Queen until finally you tell them you’re ready for something like this.” Marti said softly.

“Is, is that why you did all this?” Savannah grinned softly.

“Yes.” Marti admitted, “I wanted to give you the night you deserved.”

Gently cupping Marti’s face Savannah whispered, “You did the first time round. I swear, I knew the whole time you’d stop if I asked, but I didn’t want you to because I loved you and I wanted to be with you. I wasn’t ready to admit it, but deep down I knew exactly what I wanted, what I needed, and you gave it to me. Never doubt that. It’s one of the many reasons I’m so grateful to you. But… if you want to redo our first time I’m totally up for that.”

For a moment Marti just enjoyed the little blush on Savannah’s face. Then she softly said, “It doesn’t have to be a total redo… it can still be a first time.”

Frowning softly Savannah asked, “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” Marti murmured, tracing a finger slowly down Savannah’s body until she was pressing against the other girl’s sex, “That technically… you’re still a virgin.”

Savannah’s blushed turned from little to almost violent, “Oh… ohhhh.”

Marti smiled softly as she slid her finger up and down Savannah’s pussy lips, somewhat relaxing the brunette while she explained, “I have something… a toy… which could get the job done. It’s 8 inches long, which apparently is just over medium, and if we do this it will hurt at first, but it will no matter what the size and trust me, it will be worth it. I mean, my first time sucked, but what didn’t suck was getting to use a vibrator on myself later. But we can save vibration for another day. For now I think we just concentrate on taking your cherry. If you want too. Because you don’t have too. Seriously, if you wanna say no now or back out later that’s fine, but I promise you Savannah, if you give this a chance you won’t regret it.”

There was a long pause as Savannah thought about this.

Honestly, despite what some people might think, she wasn’t such a prude she didn’t know about sex toys. Of course she’d never used one, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t considered it. Heck, Savannah had done so even before she had accepted that she was a lesbian, and while back then she never thought she’d be able to go through with it lately the brunette had been considering bringing up the subject with Marti, see if it was something she was interested in trying.

Apparently it was, which pretty much sealed the deal that Savannah would do this. Because surely this was the least she could do after everything Marti had done for her. Not that Savannah wasn’t incredibly nervous and even fearful about what was going to happen, but at the same time she was kind of excited.

So taking a deep breath Savannah cleared her head and gathered up all her courage, much like before going through one of her cheerleading routines, and whispered, “Ok.”

Marti smiled softly, but then looked serious, “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Savannah whispered, “I… I want you to take my cherry.”

Savannah honestly hadn’t meant that to sound dirty or anything. It just kind of fell out of her mouth. Then when she heard it, and played it back in her head, she blushed.

Meanwhile Marti got that look on her face like she was going to devour Savannah, the blonde seeming to do just that as she leaned forward and attacked the brunette’s lips with her own.

Only too happy to be ‘devoured’ Savannah kissed back passionately, her worries and doubts about this melting away with most of her other thoughts and feelings as she became lost in this heated sign of affection. Then Marti’s index finger gently slid into Savannah’s already very wet centre, the cheerleader captain moaning happily into her roommate’s mouth at the very welcome invasion of her most private area.

For the next few minutes Savannah was only focused on Marti’s lips and tongue caressing her own while her girlfriend pumped a finger slowly in and out of her love hole. Then Marti broke the kiss and smiled down at Savannah softly while continuing to gently fuck her with her finger.

“My toy… it’s a strap-on.” Marti explained huskily, quickly adding, “It detaches from the harness so I could use it like a normal dildo if you want, but I thought it might be more… intimate this way. Give you the full experience, you know? Plus that way I can be on top of you, our bodies rubbing together… I just, thought that might be better.”

Savannah definitely liked the sound of that and the excited look in Marti’s eyes, and the way the blonde was explaining what she wanted to do to her in that husky tone, made Savannah’s decision easy.

“Ok.” Savannah said, this time trying to sound sexy as she added, “You can take my virginity with a strap-on if you want.”

Despite a week of Savannah becoming slowly but surely more comfortable with her sexuality both girls were surprised by how confident and sexy she just sounded. Of course neither girl complained, especially not Savannah who’s reward was a second finger in her needy hole, the additional finger helping Marti bring Savannah to the edge of climax in what felt like seconds. Unfortunately at the last moment Marti removed her finger, leaving Savannah to whimper at the loss, even though it was no mystery why the blonde had stopped.

Wanting to further put Savannah at ease Marti made a show of bringing her girl juice covered fingers up to her lips and slowly taking them into her mouth and sucking them clean. Not that the moan Marti let out as she tasted Savannah’s juices was remotely fake, the blonde cheerleader briefly closing her eyes so she could savour that sweet flavour, the whole time secretly wishing she had fucked Savannah to orgasm so she could be tasting her girlfriend’s cum right now as well as her delicious girl cream.

Once her fingers were clean Marti quickly retrieved the sex toy she had purchased earlier in the day from her bag, pulling it out of the box and sliding it up her thighs without looking back at Savannah. Then after Marti had securely tightened the harness around her waist she slowly turned around to find Savannah looking at her with a mixture of nervousness and lust.

For a few seconds Marti stayed like that, giving Savannah a few seconds to get used to the sight or to back out if she really wanted too. Then as slowly and as sexily as she could Marti strolled over to the bed and crawled up so she was between Savannah’s legs. Once she was close enough Marti began sliding her lips gently up Savannah’s right thigh, concentrating on the sensitive area around her final destination for a few seconds before sliding her tongue out over her girlfriend’s pussy lips.

Immediately Savannah let out this beautiful little cry which was more than enough encouragement for Marti to start eagerly lapping away at her roommate’s most sensitive area, making sure her tongue touched the most sensitive place of all with every lick. After a while Marti even zeroed in on that place, sliding her tongue all around Savannah’s clit and even gently pressing down on it, both actions making the girl she loved tremble under her touch.

While she worked on Savannah’s clit Marti slowly opened the small tube of lubricant she had been hiding in her left hand, squirted some of it onto her right hand and started rubbing it into her new appendage. She was thorough, making sure every inch of the fake cock was as wet as possible to make this easier on Savannah. Then Marti dropped the tube, reached up and slid two still very wet fingers into Savannah’s sex. The fingers entered easily and after only a few gentle thrusts Marti could tell that Savannah was again almost ready to cum, the temptation to make her do just that was almost overwhelming.

In fact part of Marti want to forget about the strap-on entirely. After all her sex life was already fantastic, what did she need anything else for? Besides, even though she had done this so Savannah wouldn’t obsess over how much taking a sex toy inside her might hurt Marti still felt guilty about just springing this on the girl she loved with all her heart. And, even though she had done it to calm Savannah’s nerves all this finger work was at least a little about convincing Savannah to let her fuck her like this, which again made Marti feel guilty. And Marti was so, so close to being able to feel Savannah’s heavenly cum in her mouth and sliding down her throat again. All she had to do is replace her fingers with her tongue and Marti could make Savannah cum in her mouth over and over again, the blonde gorging herself on that liquid which she craved so much. However Marti had come this far and she wasn’t going to give up on one of her fantasies now.

So using every ounce of willpower she had Marti kissed her way up Savannah’s body, only briefly sucking on her hard little nipples and then neck before kissing her lips and then whispering, “Are you ready baby?”

Without hesitation Savannah nodded her head, Marti quickly rewarding her by curling her fingers inside her, the brunette trembling as her G-spot was gently rubbed.

Then Marti pressed the head of the dildo against the entrance to her girlfriend’s pussy and Savannah instantly tensed up. Which of course made Marti worried and softly murmured, “You’re going to need to relax baby, ok? Just like when we’re doing our routines. Don’t overthink it, just do it.”

Savannah smiled softly. She had already relaxed herself after that initial reaction, but hearing Marti’s words had a very calming effect on her, Savannah doing her best to do as Marti suggested as the pressure against her centre gently increased. Soon Savannah felt herself beginning to… open, a little gasp escaping her lips followed by whimpers as her entrance was stretched far beyond the two fingers she had become accustomed too. Then all of a sudden it was sliding inside her, Savannah crying loudly as she felt perhaps the worst pain of her entire life.

Luckily Marti stayed absolutely still, whispering soft words of encouragement which Savannah couldn’t even concentrate on as her body slowly relaxed until the pain faded away and was replaced by a feeling that was… just kind of weird.

About the same time Savannah was finally able to understand Marti again, “You’re doing great. I’m so proud of you. That was the worst part of it. I promise. What happens next will be easier, but it won’t start feeling really good for a little while yet. But it will, I promise, then it will never be quite this bad again. Now… I think you’re ready for more, do you think you can take it for me baby?”

Slowly Savannah nodded.

After briefly biting her lip Marti added, “If it helps, don’t think of it as just a dildo. Because it’s not. It’s me… it’s my cock. I’m inside you Savannah. It’s not just a piece of plastic, it’s me. I just took your cherry, and now I’m going to gently guide you into womanhood. I’m going to make you a woman. My woman. And I’m going to do it with as much love and gentleness as I can, because I love you Savannah and what I want more than anything else in the world is to make you feel good, and that’s what I’m going to do, ok? I’m going to slide my cock into you and make you feel good. Ok?”

Savannah nodded and blushed furiously, unable to believe just how much her mind grabbed onto the idea or how the very thought of it made any uncomfortableness go away completely and absurdly replace it with pleasure. Actual pleasure, just from the idea that it was Marti who was inside her.

Clearly seeing that her words were having an effect Marti smiled and said, “Good… now please relax baby. I’m… I’m going to push a little more in… ok?”

Savannah bit her lip but nodded, Marti then ever so slowly pushing forwards, sliding an inch of strap on into Savannah’s love hole before stopping to give her a chance to relax. Marti repeated this process over and over again, the dildo quickly reaching places inside Savannah which had never been touched before and making those places stretch widely apart. It was… well, it was definitely uncomfortable and initially painful, but it was also kind of thrilling and there were dull sensations which Savannah couldn’t decide if they were pleasure or simply a promise of pleasure to come.

Throughout this long, slow process what really kept Savannah going was Marti. The way the other girl looked at Savannah, whispered soft words of encouragement to her, and gently stroked her body were all very comforting. But the thought that constantly repeated in Savannah’s head was that this was Marti who was inside of her right now, filling her in a way she’d never been filled before, the girl she loved more than anything reaching into the very depths of her core until it felt like she was touching her soul. It was that more than anything else which gave Savannah pleasure through this process, and made her not just want to see it to it’s completion but feel as though she needed too. Like… like she needed to know what it would be like to have Marti as deep inside her as she could go.

Eventually Savannah got her wish, Marti’s centre coming to press gently against hers in a way it had done many times before, only this time the blonde’s sex was covered with the harness and the brunette’s sex was impaled completely by a 8 inch dildo… all 8 inches of Marti’s cock deep inside Savannah’s womanhood.

“I’m so proud of you baby.” Marti whispered happily, “It’s all the way inside you. You took every inch.”

Shaking her head and blushing slightly Savannah found herself murmuring, “I… I took you inside me. All the way. Every inch of you.”

Marti grinned softly, “Yes you did. You… I… oh Savannah.”

With that Marti leaned down and kissed the girl she loved more than anything in the world, the girl in question happily responding in a gentle and loving kiss which only increased in intensity and passion over the course of several long seconds. Then Marti broke the kiss and stared down into the eyes of her lover only to find that words still failed her. Not that she truly needed words right now, or anything else for that matter other than Savannah Monroe laying beneath her.

For a few long seconds Marti just savoured this moment and the beauty of the girl underneath her. Then ever so slowly she pulled a few inches of her strap on out of Savannah’s sex, the cheerleader captain letting out a soft gasp as those few inches left her body. Seconds later Savannah was letting out another soft gasp followed by a moan as Marti pushed the dildo all the way back inside her, the blonde beginning to slowly thrust in and out, at first giving the brunette a few seconds in between each thrust and then eventually establishing a steady rhythm.

The whole time Marti was very careful to listen out for signs of pain or discomfort. She heard a few at first but they were drowned out by moans, cries and whimpers of pleasure so Marti cautiously continued, the sounds of pain and discomfort quickly disappearing and being replaced by various sounds of pure pleasure. Of course Marti continued listening out very carefully but as the curly haired blonde really found her groove Savannah only became more verbally positive.

As if out to prove that point Savannah cried out, “Oh Marti, oh please, mmmmmm more, harder, oh gosh! Marti! Oh it, mmmmmm, it feels so good! So big. You’re so big Marti! Mmmmm, you feel so good inside me! Oh Marti please, more, harder, please, oh please… fuck me! Oh gosh!”

Marti smiled as she recognised Savannah’s attempts to stroke her ego to get what she wanted, something the good little Christian girl had proven not to be above, although before it had always been playful and/or trivial while now Savannah seemed so much more… needy. Like she desperately wanted this, proven further by the fact that she dropped an F-bomb for maybe the first time ever as far as Marti could recall. Of course knowing how badly Savannah wanted this only fuelled Marti’s desire to fuck this beautiful girl and give her exactly what she wanted.

Savannah still wasn’t entirely comfortable with using bad words, and dropping an F-bomb had made her blush like never before. But… there was a certain thrill to that. Or maybe the thrill was created by the fact that she was literally begging Marti for more, or maybe it was a combination of the two, both things definitely making her uncomfortable and embarrassed while at the same time they poured gasoline on her body which already felt like it was on fire.

More gasoline was poured on when Marti increased the speed and the strength behind her thrusts, gently at first of course but as Savannah continued writhing and moaning underneath her it wasn’t long before the blonde seemed to be pounding her pussy as hard as she could… and Savannah loved every moment of it. Part of Savannah had been afraid that the earlier pain would come back when Marti increased the speed and the strength of the thrusts but instead there was just a dull ache she was barely aware of thanks to the intense ecstasy she was now feeling.

After a while Savannah’s body seemed to go into business for itself, Savannah’s hands clawing at Marti’s back while her legs pulled the other girl into her in a almost desperate attempt to make the thrusting even harder than it was, Marti obliging by somehow speeding up again, all the while Savannah whimpered, “Marti! Oh Marti! Oh gosh! Oh gosh! Oh please Marti… Marti please more, harder, fuck me! Oh Marti please fuck me! Make me a woman! Your woman! Make me your woman Marti, fuck me and make me a woman! Oh Marti! Fuck me with your cock Marti! Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuuuuccccckkkkk meeeee!”

It wasn’t long before Savannah became completely incoherent, and after that the intense ecstasy she had been feeling became something almost indescribable. Because sure, Savannah had cum before, many times whenever she was with Marti, but this was different. Not necessarily better, just… more intense. Like… every time Marti made her cum Savannah felt like the beautiful blonde was reaching into her soul and gently caressing it, but now she was reaching so much deeper than before, places inside Savannah’s body orgasming which had never orgasmed before. And it was so wonderful it seemed like a miracle Savannah was even able to stay conscious.

Given the way Savannah’s fingers were clawing her back Marti was very grateful that the two of them had short nails for, well, practical reasons. Of course even if Savannah had been tearing her back to ribbons Marti didn’t see how she could complain, not when she could literally feel the intensity of the pleasure she was making her girlfriend feel through that touch. She could also feel it in the way Savannah’s body was trembling beneath hers, and the intensity in her captain’s eyes.

Marti felt she could stare into those beautiful brown eyes forever, especially when they were filled with such intense pleasure and love. Sadly that wasn’t an option because while it was a long-standing tradition for the two cheerleaders to stare into each other’s eyes for as long as they could whenever they were face to face during sex the fact was that certain orgasms were so distracting that one or both of them couldn’t help but break eye contact. Sometimes it was a simple fluttering of the eyelids, other times their eyes rolled into the back of their heads, and occasionally they just needed to squeeze their eyes shut as the pleasure washed over them. Savannah went through each one has Marti fucked her to orgasm after orgasm.

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