Edge of Seventeen (Part 12)
Title: Edge of Seventeen (Part 12)
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 806 words
Summary: A chance encounter leading to a chance romance.
Rating: PG-13 - swearing and some almost sexy time
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Lindsay flops comfortably on the bed while Samantha stands nervously by the door.
“Relax. My mom sleeps like a rock after a few cocktails,” Lindsay says, reaching her hand out toward the woman.
“I don’t even have pajamas,” Samantha says, shrugging and pointing to her jeans.
“You won’t need any,” Lindsay says seriously, a mischievous smile hidden behind her eyes. She finally convinces Samantha to sit on the bed and helps the woman take off her sweater.
“So you ask me first.” Lindsay crosses her legs and bounces with excitement. Samantha stares at her, confused. “Truth or dare, silly.”
“Oh!” Samantha exclaims. “Right. What you said.” Her voice is unenthused.
“Truth,” Lindsay says, chewing on her bottom lip in anticipation.
“Um…” A pause to think. “What was your other wish earlier?”
Lindsay smiles at the innocence of the question. “Just to see you again.” Samantha blushes and lowers her head.
“Truth or dare?” Lindsay asks, wiggling out of her own sweater.
“Truth,” Samantha answers, leaning against a wall, stretching her legs out with a satisfied groan.
“You’re not much of a risk taker, are you?”
“Nope. Not until recently, at least.”
Lindsay laughs, mimicking Samantha’s position and shimmies closer to her. “How old are you?”
The woman throws her head dramatically into her palms. She should have seen it coming and avoided it at all costs. In fact, she’d much rather be running down the street naked as dared than answering this question.
“Just tell me, please.” Lindsay bats her eyelashes and puts on her best fake pout.
Samantha sighs in resignation. “26, “ she whispers. Maybe it won’t sound so bad if said quietly.
Lindsay doesn’t say anything, smiling to herself.
“You think it’s creepy, right? I knew it!” Samantha shouts, then cups her hands over her mouth, remembering Dina asleep upstairs.
“No, I think it’s sexy actually. An older woman. Isn’t that like every guy’s fantasy?” Lindsay giggles and nudges Samantha’s foot with her own.
“So, it really doesn’t bother you, then?” Samantha asks, turning slightly to watch the girl’s reaction.
“Not one bit. I’d like you just the same if you were 16 - but I’m glad you’re not.” They both laugh.
“Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” Lindsay answers, laying her head on Samantha’s shoulder.
“You’re not much of a risk taker, are you?” Samantha says, mocking Lindsay. Lindsay smiles and shrugs.
Samantha thinks for a moment, wondering if she should ask what she wants to. Curiosity wins.
“Have you ever been with a woman? I mean, before tonight.” She braces herself for the response.
“Once,” Lindsay says, surprisingly calm. Samantha looks at her expectantly for an elaboration. “It was awhile ago. And you likely don’t know her.” She pauses again, this time not continuing.
The silence is awkward. Samantha clears her throat.
“Sorry. Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” Samantha says, defiantly and proud. Lindsay laughs.
Without missing a beat Lindsay tells Samantha to take off her clothes. The woman obeys, pulling her t-shirt away, grabbing from the bottom and over her head. She watches Lindsay, waiting for further direction.
She stops before unbuttoning her jeans. “Is there more?”
Lindsay shakes her head, her eyes surveying the woman’s bare torso. “I just like looking at you.”
“Oh,” Samantha says, slowing pulling down the zipper of her jeans and attempting to free her legs. She should feel embarrassed - uncomfortable - sitting here completely uncovered and vulnerable. But she doesn’t. The way Lindsay watches her, her eyes appreciative of what she sees, is enough to make Samantha want to be naked around her all the time. That and other reasons, of course.
She toys with the waistband of her panties - bright red and boyish - before Lindsay offers a helping hand.
The girl slides them slowly down past Samantha’s knees and to her ankles where they’re bunched and kicked off. She keeps her eyes on the woman’s face, though both of them know they are struggling not to wander.
Samantha smiles, bending her legs at the knee and resting her arms on top.
“Truth or dare?” she asks, expecting she’ll need to come up with a clever dare.
“Truth,” Lindsay says, now facing the woman for a clearer view.
This throws Samantha off, causing her to think for a moment. She grins to herself. “Naughtiest place you’ve fooled around with someone?”
Lindsay smiles, her eyes briefly wandering to Samantha’s midsection and then back up. She tries to be subtle about it but the woman catches her and smiles back.
“In my bedroom, while my mom was home,” she says, matter-of-factly.
“Really? You’ve done that?” Samantha asks, her voice curious and naïve.
Lindsay leans closer, as if about to whisper in the woman’s ear. Her hand dangles precariously close to the upper inside of Samantha’s thigh. She breathes gently on her neck; Samantha shivers. Their cheeks press together.
“Well, not yet.”
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 806 words
Summary: A chance encounter leading to a chance romance.
Rating: PG-13 - swearing and some almost sexy time
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Lindsay flops comfortably on the bed while Samantha stands nervously by the door.
“Relax. My mom sleeps like a rock after a few cocktails,” Lindsay says, reaching her hand out toward the woman.
“I don’t even have pajamas,” Samantha says, shrugging and pointing to her jeans.
“You won’t need any,” Lindsay says seriously, a mischievous smile hidden behind her eyes. She finally convinces Samantha to sit on the bed and helps the woman take off her sweater.
“So you ask me first.” Lindsay crosses her legs and bounces with excitement. Samantha stares at her, confused. “Truth or dare, silly.”
“Oh!” Samantha exclaims. “Right. What you said.” Her voice is unenthused.
“Truth,” Lindsay says, chewing on her bottom lip in anticipation.
“Um…” A pause to think. “What was your other wish earlier?”
Lindsay smiles at the innocence of the question. “Just to see you again.” Samantha blushes and lowers her head.
“Truth or dare?” Lindsay asks, wiggling out of her own sweater.
“Truth,” Samantha answers, leaning against a wall, stretching her legs out with a satisfied groan.
“You’re not much of a risk taker, are you?”
“Nope. Not until recently, at least.”
Lindsay laughs, mimicking Samantha’s position and shimmies closer to her. “How old are you?”
The woman throws her head dramatically into her palms. She should have seen it coming and avoided it at all costs. In fact, she’d much rather be running down the street naked as dared than answering this question.
“Just tell me, please.” Lindsay bats her eyelashes and puts on her best fake pout.
Samantha sighs in resignation. “26, “ she whispers. Maybe it won’t sound so bad if said quietly.
Lindsay doesn’t say anything, smiling to herself.
“You think it’s creepy, right? I knew it!” Samantha shouts, then cups her hands over her mouth, remembering Dina asleep upstairs.
“No, I think it’s sexy actually. An older woman. Isn’t that like every guy’s fantasy?” Lindsay giggles and nudges Samantha’s foot with her own.
“So, it really doesn’t bother you, then?” Samantha asks, turning slightly to watch the girl’s reaction.
“Not one bit. I’d like you just the same if you were 16 - but I’m glad you’re not.” They both laugh.
“Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” Lindsay answers, laying her head on Samantha’s shoulder.
“You’re not much of a risk taker, are you?” Samantha says, mocking Lindsay. Lindsay smiles and shrugs.
Samantha thinks for a moment, wondering if she should ask what she wants to. Curiosity wins.
“Have you ever been with a woman? I mean, before tonight.” She braces herself for the response.
“Once,” Lindsay says, surprisingly calm. Samantha looks at her expectantly for an elaboration. “It was awhile ago. And you likely don’t know her.” She pauses again, this time not continuing.
The silence is awkward. Samantha clears her throat.
“Sorry. Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” Samantha says, defiantly and proud. Lindsay laughs.
Without missing a beat Lindsay tells Samantha to take off her clothes. The woman obeys, pulling her t-shirt away, grabbing from the bottom and over her head. She watches Lindsay, waiting for further direction.
She stops before unbuttoning her jeans. “Is there more?”
Lindsay shakes her head, her eyes surveying the woman’s bare torso. “I just like looking at you.”
“Oh,” Samantha says, slowing pulling down the zipper of her jeans and attempting to free her legs. She should feel embarrassed - uncomfortable - sitting here completely uncovered and vulnerable. But she doesn’t. The way Lindsay watches her, her eyes appreciative of what she sees, is enough to make Samantha want to be naked around her all the time. That and other reasons, of course.
She toys with the waistband of her panties - bright red and boyish - before Lindsay offers a helping hand.
The girl slides them slowly down past Samantha’s knees and to her ankles where they’re bunched and kicked off. She keeps her eyes on the woman’s face, though both of them know they are struggling not to wander.
Samantha smiles, bending her legs at the knee and resting her arms on top.
“Truth or dare?” she asks, expecting she’ll need to come up with a clever dare.
“Truth,” Lindsay says, now facing the woman for a clearer view.
This throws Samantha off, causing her to think for a moment. She grins to herself. “Naughtiest place you’ve fooled around with someone?”
Lindsay smiles, her eyes briefly wandering to Samantha’s midsection and then back up. She tries to be subtle about it but the woman catches her and smiles back.
“In my bedroom, while my mom was home,” she says, matter-of-factly.
“Really? You’ve done that?” Samantha asks, her voice curious and naïve.
Lindsay leans closer, as if about to whisper in the woman’s ear. Her hand dangles precariously close to the upper inside of Samantha’s thigh. She breathes gently on her neck; Samantha shivers. Their cheeks press together.
“Well, not yet.”