For The First Time (Part 3)
Title: For The First Time - Part 3
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 1063
Summary: Their first sleepover...
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This is not real. Simply my interpretation of their early domestic days.
She watches unblinkingly as Lindsay’s lean arms reach over her head, dropping the t-shirt upon her upper torso. It hangs loosely around her thighs, leaving her girlish figure to the imagination - only now Samantha doesn’t have to imagine.
She turns around, reaching her arms up once again to capture her flowing locks in a lacy purple scrunchy and Samantha’s eyes are transfixed upon bare skin revealed by fabric riding dangerously low on the girl’s hips.
A loud giggle snaps her from a trance as her line of sight shoots up and at Lindsay’s face. Samantha feels ashamed, expecting she has been caught taking mental images of the freckle sprayed body but instead finds Lindsay laughing at the television screen. A Disney ad, featuring twin red heads, plays and Samantha feels even more ashamed trying to imagine Lindsay as once being such a young girl. However, she smiles as Lindsay slides herself under the feather duvet, assuming the fetal position and shivering slightly. Maybe it’s not so hard to imagine, Samantha thinks to herself, bravely reaching out and brushing the back of her palm against Lindsay’s soft forehead.
“We could turn the movie off if you’re tired..” she says, offering up the remote. Lindsay ignores this, and snuggles closer, laying her head on top of a pillow she places gently upon Samantha’s stomach. Becoming suddenly aware of their age difference, Samantha struggles to decide where to place her hands, and concludes to stroke Lindsay’s back, an act of nurture. Like an older sister, Samantha says to herself, followed by an unintentional outward sigh.
“What’s wrong?” says Lindsay, sitting up, her face showing concern.
“Oh, nothing…I’m just not really tired anymore,” Samantha says, removing her hand from Lindsay’s back. From the look on the younger girl’s face, she is not convinced. “I’m not used to having anyone else in my bed…-not that it’s a problem, I’m glad you stayed,” she says, trying to explain herself. “Cadillac is not pleased though,” continues Samantha with a giggle, averting her attention to the pouting bulldog on the floor.
“I’m sorry if I’m like…imposing or anything,” says Lindsay, suddenly looking more vulnerable than before. “I just get lonely, staying in hotels and quiet, echo-y apartments.” Samantha nods knowingly, and musses with the strawberry blonde ponytail that hangs before her. She looks towards Lindsay for sign of recognition only to see her staring intently back. This is it, Samantha says, her heart rate speeding up exponentially.
Leaning mere centimeters forward, Samantha is surprised when Lindsay closes the gap between them and places her hands upon both sides of Samantha’s face. Not wanting to seem too eager, Samantha refuses to make the next move and is soon thankful for her decision. Lindsay kisses the side of Samantha’s mouth gently, lingering only for a moment and then retreats.
“Thanks for understanding. You’re a wonderful friend,” says Lindsay, still holding Samantha’s face captive. Forcing her best fake smile, Samantha removes Lindsay’s hands from her cheeks and holds them loosely.
“Absolutely...anytime,” says Samantha, inhaling deeply. Older sister, wonderful friend…some things never change.
Samantha breaks eye contact and removes Lindsay’s hands from her grip, leaning over to turn her bedside lamp off. She allows her head to sink comfortably into her pillow and exhales slowly. “Night,” she says, to no one in particular, her back facing Lindsay. She remains quiet and still, hoping to convincingly act asleep.
After what seems like an eternity, Lindsay carefully reaches around Samantha to retrieve the remote and powers off the TV. She squirms restlessly for a moment and then lays still. Samantha exhales deeply, relieved that soon they will both be asleep and morning will come quickly. She closes her eyes tightly, trying to relax and tire herself when she feels a cool hand brush against her upper thigh. The hand continues upward, making her shiver as goosebumps form upon her skin.
Lindsay’s fingers inch closer to the bottom of her t-shirt, and slide beneath it, finding their way across the soft skin of her midsection and reach their final destination, possessively placed above Samantha’s belly button. Lindsay shimmies closer, placing her chin like a puzzle piece between Samantha’s neck and shoulder, releasing warm bursts of breath upon her skin. “You sleeping?” says Lindsay in a raspy undertone.
Samantha closes her eyes even more tightly shut, and barely able to speak, whispers a ‘no’ and holds her breath. She moves a hand towards her stomach and clasps it tightly overtop of the petite fingers. “Your hands are freezing,” she says, unable to control a shiver.
“Mmm…” mumbles Lindsay, nuzzling closer, brushing her lips against the sensitive skin below Samantha’s ear. “Warm me up then,” she says teasingly.
“Can we just t…” starts Samantha, but she is silenced by a quick movement resulting in moist lips against hers.
Immediately she realizes how different this is from any other kiss she has experienced. The lips pressed gently against hers are soft and sweet, a gentle pointed tongue teasing at the contours of her mouth. She nervously fidgets with her hands, not sure where to put them. After a few moments, she places them gently on Lindsay’s face, tracing fingers along her pronounced jaw line and down a slender neck. Soon she finds her fingers sliding through silky hair, savoring the lingering scent of citrus shampoo.
She feels Lindsay’s body meshing with her own, electricity surging from her heart to all the right places. Small hands carefully find a way around her midsection and stop at her lower back as she feels her torso arch forward. She pulls from the kiss momentarily to stifle a moan, and blushes as she catches herself grinning. She leans closer, taking a moist lip gently between her teeth. Her mouth practically waters in anticipation of another kiss.
Feeling suddenly playful, she sucks gently on Lindsay's lip, drawing it closer to her own. Wrapped in another kiss, a tongue strategically parts her lips and welcomes itself inside. Flicking lightly at the insides of her mouth, her tongue follows, eager for a taste. Lindsay's retracts, guiding hers once again to follow. Her hands tighten, pulling the face even closer, enjoying the sweet embrace and glorious sense overload. Touch, taste, smell, sound, and sight are all working in overdrive. Despite her eyes being lazily shut, the images inside her mind are more than enough to inspire arousal.
Still more to come...be patient :)