Disguised In Lavender

Part 42

Shaking off the stun from hitting his pillow, Tanner flopped back onto his stomach, his legs kicking back and forth behind him. "So, tell me, when did you first kiss?" Ann groaned, letting go of Lauren and hiding her face under a pillow, hiding how red her cheeks got. Lauren giggled, mirroring Tanner's posture with her legs elevated on Ann's stomach. "She kissed me first, that's how I got asked out." Tanner gasped at the confession, grabbing a pillow and holding it tight with sparkling eyes, living for the drama. "That's not true, I asked you out the next day when you told me to quit." Lauren turned towards the cocoon Ann had hidden herself in, pouting at all the attention that an introvert couldn't handle. "So? We almost kissed that other time but you were a coward." Tanner was practically rolling with giddy, squealing at what he was getting and planning how he'd tell JK. "As if. I fucked you first too. Kiss, asked out, and fucked. I have the holy trinity, darling." Lauren stuck out her tongue, Ann having emerged from her hiding at the prospect of out doing her girlfriend.

Darkness set in quickly in December, even before midnight when the training phase would end. Lauren had run to the lobby for ice to put in the seltzer Tanner had found in the cooler beside the bed in his room. Before she could even get through the door, Ann spun her inside with a hand on her shoulder. The force knocked the ice from Lauren's hand and she yelped as she felt herself pushed backwards. Ann stood back, still holding the rider back and breathing hard, her knees shaking at the sight. Black lace was tied from Ann's belt loops hung from a thick strap of leather at her waist. It twisted up her stomach, her stomach hanging over the tight knots that accentuated her dipped hips. "You like it?" She whispered slyly, tangling her hands in Lauren's short hair, pulling at the root so the rider whimpered and let her knees buckle. Sliding to the ground, Lauren fixed back her shoulders and looked up to Ann, rolling her hips. "That's it, that's good." The compliment made her melt, coming from the younger girl's lips it was like honey slipping down her skin.

The door closed with a slam, Lauren sat on the bed with her hands behind her back and her chin up obediently. Ann walked back towards her, crawling onto the bed as she pushed Lauren back further against her heels. "Lovely, you're so good." A delicate kiss placed along Lauren's neck left another purplish mark just below her jawline. Ann set a hand beneath her girlfriend's thick thighs, pulling them from beneath her and pulling her onto her lap. Lauren kept her hands back and struggled to keep her eyes open and ahead as Ann worked her lips up her neck. "Hands here, darling." She whispered against the rider's skin, moving her hands along the crosses of lace along her chest. "That's exactly right." Ann bit the soft skin at the edge of Lauren's lip, drawing a breathy moan forced air into her mouth. A gentle finger pulled down the frail edges of the rider's panties, refocusing her with a harsh kiss. Lauren didn't even think like she did the first night, this felt good, this was what love and sex was supposed to be. She could let Ann do anything but it was obvious that saying 'no' would end it all in a second. "Tell me when you're done, darling." Ann instructed as she shifted Lauren's thighs over her shoulders, going down on her girlfriend lightly.

Starting with fragile strokes along the wall, Lauren leaned her head back and reached forward to tug Ann's hair. The moans of pleasure turned to desperate groans, both reaching climax as Ann prodded further. Middle and index finger teasing the shivering G-spot as Lauren begged under her breath for more. Her voice was airy as her body rocked, Ann using her tongue to reach the final destination. Lauren tangled her fingers tighter in her girlfriend's hair as a thick discharge came from inside her. Ann sat up, massaging the bottom's thighs with messy fingers, breathing hard as she leaned down over her. Lauren stretched up breathlessly for more, met with her girlfriend's lips and tongue forced into her mouth. Just audible gasps of laughter and moans of steaming pleasure echoed from both girls as they sat back. Lauren didn't let go of Ann, arms around her neck and forcing her to lay beside her and catch her breath. "I'm getting you water and a towel, darling." The trainer assured gently, getting up on shaking legs and vanishing into the bathroom.

Long black curtains draped across the windows and a thick carpet slide under the door saved Lauren from panicking. There was no regret but being caught by Tanner, Mr. Terence, or even worse, Dalla was entirely out of the picture. Ann returned and handed Lauren a chilled glass of water and set a similar plastic bowl on the nightstand. "I've never done that to a woman before." She confessed slowly, stradling Lauren's lap and sponging water along her jaw, taking the heat from the marks there. "Well you were good at it." Blushing at the compliment she didn't realize she would say, the rider looked away.

"Pray to god you can ride tomorrow though or we'll both get busted." Ann sighed, dropping the cool towel into the bucket of water and laying on top of Lauren who rubbed her back. "The goddamn schedule starts in like nine hours. Where's the melatonin?" Both laughed, half from sleep deprivation, but neither moved to find it, half asleep on top of each other already. Ann rolled off and squinted up at Lauren with her lips turned into an upturned duck face. "Go to sleep." Lauren laughed, laying over her girlfriend who yelped as the lights flicked out.

Even before Lauren's alarm went off, the incessant ringing of her phone woke Ann before it did the rider. Not wanting to wake her, Ann reached over and answered the phone, rubbing her eyes as she sat up and looked over Lauren. She looked peaceful, the trainer covered her mouth to keep from laughing as the older girl reached out for her groggily. "Hello?" Ann asked, looking away and running a hand through her hair that stood up any which way from sleep. "Can I get you and Lauren down at the ring? The judges want to speak to you. I think Lauren's room is just beside yours." Mr. Terence hung up right away, obviously in a hurry to please the older judges who no doubt stood over him.

Ann set the phone back on the desk and rubbed her hands over her face, falling back onto Lauren's stomach. The rider made a sound as the air was knocked from her and instantly sat up, shaking the sleep from her head. "Ring in twenty?" She asked slowly, looking around in confusion with her hand squeezing Ann awake. The younger girl only hummed in agreement, rolling off of Lauren and covering her head with a pillow.