This Wild Love: A Lesbian LBGTQ+ Romance Collection

Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Jettie’s laugh always was infectious, and when she started laughing, so did I.

It was the strangest laugh we’d ever shared, a kind of communal sense of relief, as though a great weight had been lifted off of both of our shoulders.

And then she reached out to my face, and she thumbed away the last of my tears. “Don’t cry, babe,” she said. “I hate to see you cry.”

Her voice was so genuine, tender, and sincere, and I couldn’t help but to press my face against her hand, adoring the fact that she was touching me, that she was caring for me like this. I never wanted that hand to leave me, never wanted to be out of physical contact with her again.

Her hand was warm and caring, and I felt as if I could just curl up and she’d take care of me, care for me, love me.

Love me.

I couldn’t believe it. I still couldn’t believe it.

But when her hand moved to my neck, it started a fire deep within me, something I hadn’t felt quite like it before.

It was strong, an almost overpowering urge to hold her, to pull her close to me, to smell her, to kiss her, to taste her.

“Are you okay, Kathy?” she asked, shuffling closer still. We were so close now I could smell her breath, feel her breath. A hint of sweetness came from her strawberry lip gloss.

It was so close, so incredibly intimate, and so unbelievably tantalizing.

I felt like a star was being born inside me.

Am I dreaming?

Is this a dream?

Did I fall asleep after drinking all those beers?

Is this real?

“Kathy,” she said, and this was a tone of voice I’d never heard from her before. It was deep, husky, and laced with lust. Hearing her speak my name like that excited me, turned me on. My n*****s hardened beneath my top, and I was suddenly very aware of the fact that I was getting very wet.

She began to stroke my cheek, just soft, gentle movements of her hand and fingers, something so tender. I knew by the way she touched my face that I could trust her.

She ran a thumb over my bottom lip and then leaned her face even closer to mine, so close I could see each of her eyelashes.

My breathing quickened, my temperature rose. I felt a great swell of energy inside me, something I knew would have to be released… either now or later.

This was no dream. No, this was a fantasy come true. A fantasy I’d had for a long, long time. Something I never thought would ever happen… could ever happen.

She moved closer still, and I held my breath until her lips met mine for the first time ever. It was quick, a small kiss, a peck, but I felt electricity shoot up and down my body. I felt my mind swirl with all kinds of dirty thoughts. I felt my heart leap in my chest.

Jettie pulled back for a moment, as if to take my temperature, as if to see how I was responding, and when I pushed my face toward her, she took my lips in hers again and she kissed me now, open-mouthed, and I kissed her back, relishing this, her taste, her smell, her warmth.

Her.

I felt that familiar ache in my s*x, and as our kiss broke naturally, and as she gazed into my eyes, I felt as if I was the luckiest damn girl on earth.

How had this happened?

How had this wish come true?

I still could barely believe it. I almost wanted to pinch myself like they do in the movies, just to make sure.

But if I really was dreaming, and I did wake up, I’d probably never forgive myself.

“Kathy,” she breathed lustily at me, her eyes boring into mine as though looking into my very soul. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I said immediately, the words pushing themselves out of my mouth like water through a crack in a dam.

The instant I said those words, everything seemed right. It was like the sun had come out. It was like the universe had conspired to create this exact moment, and it all felt so, so right.

What had started out as the worst day of my life had, in an instant, become the best day of my life.

I realized, belatedly, that my hand was on her face now, and that I had placed a finger on her lower lip. She gave it a small kiss before taking my whole finger into her mouth, sucking on it right to the knuckle.

The sensation was electric, and my breathing quickened, and the aching in my p***y doubled.

God, I wanted this girl.

I wanted to have her. I wanted to taste every inch of her body. See her. Make her my own. Love her.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to feel her against me. I had to kiss her again. As if reading my mind and mirroring my motions, she leaned in as I did, and we kissed, at first light, testing, but it wasn’t long until our kisses were impassioned, fevered.

The thought entered into the back of my mind that this was my first kiss ever, and I loved that it was with Jet. I had deliberately held off from dating… for starters because I wasn’t even sure if I liked boys, but also because I felt, in my silly, stupid heart, that I’d have somehow been cheating on Jet had I dated anyone else.

It turns out, that might not have been too far from the truth.

Being as this was my first kiss, it goes without saying that I was a virgin. In fact, I knew nothing of s*x. Sure, I knew about it, but I didn’t know about it.

I knew that Jettie was taking it slow with me, just kissing me and letting me kiss her. Just letting me feel the closeness of our bodies, now entwined. Just letting me savor this spectacular moment, this first real kiss.

The press of her wet tongue against mine ignited my imagination, and I relished every taste of her I got, every time we parted for just a fleeting moment and I felt her hot breath wash over my face.

And then Jettie began to rise up on the bed, and because I’m me, and my brain is the way it is, I instantly thought she was leaving.

My whole world came crashing down around me.

She’s regretting this.

This was a mistake!

She’s going to go…

I knew it was stupid. I knew I was being needy, clingy, the whole nine yards of bad girlfriend.

But it was an impulse, an instinct, and I realized, all at once, how deeply I had yearned for affection, validation… love.

A latchkey kid with an absentee mother. A best friend whom I desperately loved but could never tell.

A lesbian not quite out of the closet, bombarded with heterosexual expectations.

It had all shaped me, isolated me, and left a cavernous hole inside me.

“I’m not leaving,” she said, once again seeming to read my mind. “I won’t leave you.” She grabbed each of my wrists in her hands and then pushed me down onto the bed, pinning me there, and she let her weight fall onto me, before giving me the hottest kiss I could ever have imagined.

It was passionate and hungry, like she wanted to eat me, and I tried my best to kiss her back but I quickly realized who was in command here.

And I was more than happy. I would happily let her do anything to me, love me and my body in any way she wanted.

I would happily give myself to her.

I loved her that much.

With her whole weight on my body, the mattress sinking beneath us, she forced her tongue into my mouth. She devoured me.

Distantly I could feel one of her hands letting my wrist go, and she tracked it down my side, sending goosebumps erupting all long my arms, before finding the edge of my top and slipping her hand under.

She pulled me to the side so she could wrap her hand around my back, and there she rubbed my back, just slightly, just a teasing, tantalizing touch of her fingers and palm, and I could feel the burning heat in her hand.

She broke the kiss, a devilish smile pulling her lips to one side. “No bra?” she asked, and my cheeks grew red instantly.

I had just thrown these clothes on.

If I’d had known what was going to happen…

If I’d had known we’d be like this on the bed…

I’d have…

I’d have what?

I have no idea.

“I’m not complaining, babe,” she said. “Now I want to see you.”

The world seemed to stop for just a moment. I looked into her eyes, and realized I’d never shown my body to her before. Not like this, anyway.

Sure, we’d been at the beach together.

But we’d never seen each other in the nude.

That would be sure to disappoint the hordes of teenage boys who think that girls just strip and stroll about in changing rooms.

It’s all towels wrapped up high and backs turned and no peeking.

Jettie sidled her hand back around my side, resting on my hip for a moment, and I lifted my hips unconsciously. I wanted her to lower her hand still, into my pajama bottoms, and touch my aching, quivering s*x.

I wanted her to stroke me to completion, and I wanted to moan into her face while she kissed me, while she bit my lip and pinched my n*****s, and looked into my eyes.

But her hand didn’t move further down. Instead she fingered the edge of my top, and began to pull it up, exposing my belly to her, her pupils large and drinking in the sight of me.

When she got to just below my breasts, Jettie’s eyes met mine, and an eyebrow raised, as if asking my permission.

I loved that she did that. I loved that she wanted me to be comfortable, that she wasn’t going to rush me, take me anywhere I didn’t want to go.

I nodded my permission at her, and she grinned at me, something joyous and lusty, and she worked my top up my body, exposing my breasts.

I raised my arms so she could get it up and over my head, and when she lifted my top so that it covered my eyes, she stopped, and pinned my hands above my head like that.

I couldn’t see anything, could only feel her other hand now on my stomach, slowly creeping upward.

I gasped at her touch, sucked in a huge, nervous breath of air, and then I felt her lips against my stomach.

One small kiss, to, three… she worked her way up, around my breast, kissed my armpit and the inside of my arm, and then I felt her breath against my ear. She had pressed her head close to mine, in the gap between my arm.

“You are so amazingly beautiful,” she told me, now tugging my top clean off my head and arms, and tossing it carelessly behind her. “We won’t be needing that, will we?”

“Definitely not,” I whispered hoarsely. If I could, I’d spend the rest of my waking days naked with her.

“God, you have such gorgeous t**s,” she said, looking down at me. She was now straddling me, a sexy thigh on either side of my body, and I saw lust and hunger in her eyes. “Do you know how long I’ve dreamt of touching your body?”

I gulped, and shook my head. “No.”

“Too long,” she said, and she lowered herself to take my bottom lip between her teeth, and she gave me a playful bite.

At the same time, she cupped both of my breasts, and a moan escaped my lips. God, it felt so good to have her touching my breasts.

I’d touched my own breasts when m**********g before – to thoughts of Jettie – but it had never done that much for me.

But now, with her hands on me, it was a whole different matter.

I felt like I was in heaven.

My passion for her was growing my the second, and I kissed her harder and harder, finding a kind of s****l confidence within myself.

And as I pushed up and up, my tongue into her mouth, lifting my head up to meet her harder, she pulled away, a sly smirk on her face, and instead planted small pecks along my neck, once again sending goosebumps exploding all over me.

“You’re such a f*****g tease,” I breathed at her, my chest rising and falling rapidly, my heart racing, and the anticipation of what was to come nearly unbearable.

And Jettie was a tease. She wasn’t going to give me what I so desperately craved. She ran her tongue around the edge of my ear and then took my lobe into her mouth and nibbled on it. I could feel how wet I was, a drip of my arousal tracking down the inside of my butt cheek.

“f**k,” I whispered, and then Jettie started to kiss her way down my neck, over my collar bone, between my breasts where she stopped to take one of my hard n*****s into her mouth.

She sucked on it, squeezing my breasts tenderly, and I lifted my hips up to meet her body, and just a brief touch against my clit sent a tantalizing hint of pleasure thrilling through my body, whetting my appetite even more than it had been. I was hungry for more. I felt almost desperate, like I wanted to rush everything just so it wouldn’t end before it was over.

But at the same time I wanted to take it slow, take it easy. It was my first time with anybody… and more importantly, with her.

I wanted to remember this moment for the rest of my life. Every detail, every smell, every taste, every sound.

My whole body was on fire, and her fingers played me like an instrument, everywhere they touched leaving a trail of promises of pleasure.

I ran my hands through her silky smooth hair, pressed her against my breast hard, and when she bit me I laughed and moaned at the same time, wondering how the hell she could have known that that was exactly what I wanted her to do.

Jettie shifted her position, and pushed a leg up in between my own, her knee coming so close to pressing against my s*x.

And as she lifted up off me, looking down at me, and I looking up at my new lover, or my old lover, I saw an expression her face that seemed out of the moment.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, raising a hand to her face and cupping it.

“Nothing is wrong,” she told me. “In fact, this is the least wrong anything has been for me, ever.”

“I feel the same way, Jet,” I said, and taken by a sudden surge of confidence, I pushed my hands up under her top, and rested them on her stomach, stroking her slightly with my thumbs.

“You said you had been waiting to touch me for so long,” I whispered at her. “I’ve been waiting to touch you for just as long.”

Jettie paused then, and then said to me, “Kathy, I want you to have something.”

“What?”

“Hold out your hand. Close your eyes, please.”

I grinned at her. “Gladly.”

And I did, I shut my eyes, and let her guide my hand up above my head. I opened my hand, and soon felt her lips against my palm.

“I want you to have this,” she said, and I soon felt something against my palm. “You can open your eyes now.”

I did, brought my hand down, and what I saw took my breath away.