Something to Remember - trixya

Crying in the Rain

1966:

Katya stirred her limbs, sighing a bit, complaining about being woken up. She didn't know what caused it, maybe a noise, maybe the rain, who knew. She hadn't opened her eyes yet, but when she felt somewhat trapped in her bed by something, she opened them.

She was met with Trixie's face. Oh, right. Trixie was facing Katya, and she was still asleep. Her pink lips were pouting thanks to her cheeks that were being squished by the pillow. Some of her golden curls were on her precious face, others falling on her shoulder, and as she kept looking down, her breasts were exposed. Immediately she felt her face getting red.

From her waist down, Trixie's body was covered by the bed sheets. Katya wondered how she could still be asleep feeling the cold on half of her body. Still, the Midwestern looked so peaceful in her sleep, and god, so beautiful that she wouldn't dare to wake her up. Just staring at her like this was a privilege that her eyes got to experience.

The hunger that she had felt last night for Trixie couldn't be stopped and now that she was sober and fully awake, she realized what she'd done. Katya had crossed the line with her, and they had been just getting started repairing an old friendship.

As always, her restrictions had failed when she had to deal with Trixie. Now what was she going to do with her? There was no turning back after this and Katya knew well that she wasn't prepared to have something with her. She'd never dated anyone after Trixie and contemplating it all, she knew it wouldn't work.

Just because Katya had forgiven her, it didn't mean that they had to date. Well, it is too late to think about that now, she reprimanded herself. Her head was racing miles per hour, thinking that they were in a tricky position now.

Staying friends after having sex would be pretty weird and awkard for her. But if she was being honest... It felt so good. So good, that she'd do it a hundred times more. Control yourself, Yekaterina.

She figured that she should get up and make some breakfast. It was going to feel weird to talk to Trixie while being in bed, especially if she kept looking at her tits.

As she was moving the sheets slowly to get up from the mattress, she heard a moan. "Why are you leaving?" Katya froze on the spot. "Come here..." Trixie said, whining afterwards like a little kid.

"I was going to make breakfast..." She replied, covering her naked body again with the fabric. The doll then opened her eyes, a small smile on her sleepy and pretty face.

"Nooo, stay with me. You're going to ruin this moment." The blonde woman was meeting her blue eyes, and Katya couldn't find the strength to leave those sheets. "Come here," Trixie whispered, signaling with her hand the empty spot right next to her.

Like a bee going to her flower, the Russian got closer to her, obliging to what the other blonde desired. Katya felt so insecure. She'd never done this with any woman, usually all of them would have left by now. But Trixie was here and she couldn't treat her in the same way as she did with others. Somehow she couldn't, it was hard to say 'no' to anything that she asked for.

Trixie wrapped her arms around her, snuggling with her, putting her head on Katya's chest. The other blonde sighed, satisfied. "Last night was perfect... "

"It was..." The Russian wasn't going to lie there. Firstly, Trixie went to her exhibition and that gave her a beautiful surprise, it was really thoughtful and meaningful of her to show up. That demonstrated to Katya how the Midwestern seemed to be interested in fixing their bond. Secondly, she had the idea of inviting her over and what happened last night might have been something that she was wishing would happen. Thirdly, even now she wasn't able to stop enjoying their contact, and their proximity. It was like she needed to have her right next to her all the time, giving her the warmth that her soul had lacked for a long time.