Magnetism

54 - to love a woman

Sometimes I think about my story: how much of it is mine and how much is ours. Should I even tell it? Does it invade some unspoken bound of privacy that's never been stated. But it's our story, it's as much mine as hers.

Perhaps it's the way that I describe Ivy that makes me feel this way. The invasion as I recall each thing that she did which changed me, her existence in my life. Ivy was confident, in so many ways. She owned herself, I cannot remember an instance where I am ever felt she belonged to anyone else. I sound like a cliched love sick puppy, I won't deny it. Because that's what our story is. Two girls who fell in love. Both independent

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As my lips dragged across hers I could feel the connection. The draw that meant I needed more. I pulled at the bottom of Ivy's shirt, desperate for the feel of her pale skin against me, wanting the version of her where none was hidden from me. She takes it off and I return the favour. Then it's fast. Both us competing who can the jeans off the other first. Ivy won. And soon my blue jeans were crumpled on the floor. Then hers followed.

I placed my knee in between her legs and leant over her, catching her lips as my hands roamed. My hands met her flesh, travelling down her torso to the top of her underwear. It was there that I lingered, not waiting for anything as such but just waiting. Ivy disagreed. In my momentary pause, she reached around me. One quick moment and the black bra id been wearing fell slack, slipping down my best and over my arms. Then her hands moved down, down to my waist pulling me in impossibly closer.

We moved, she moved us. Her body on top of me. Ivy reached down, her whole body moved down as I felt the breath in my ear, hit against the skin of my neck. I took a shakey breath in. Intoxifying.

She started to take my underwear off, sliding them over my ass, down to my legs until they too were on the floor. Her mouth moved lower. In between my breasts, heat condensing against my skin.

"Brooke" I looked up.

Ivy was laid beside me, her hand dangerously close to where I wanted it to be.

"Remember, when I asked you about toys?"

I nodded, curious to know but also because I could feel the very gentle movements of her hand on my clit.

She paused. Stilled me. I held my breath.

Ivy reached around from her, pulling out an egg shaped pink object, silicone looking with a sort of tail hanging from it.

"This is it" she said extending it out to me.

As she dropped it on my my hand, the object started to vibrate. Slowly at first, but quicker as Ivy pressed the small power button on it. I felt the heat hit my cheeks, certain Ivy could see my curiosity.

"Ok"

Ivy cocked an eyebrow, moving her hand one again. "Just ok?"

"Please"

I saw the smug smile on her lips, as she leant forward again. Kissing my neck as she reached and took the toy from me. That was when her hand started moving quicker, further around me. She circled around my entrance. Slowly. Slow enough that arched my back, trying to build friction. I swear I heard the muffled sound of a cocky laugh. Then she pushed her finger in further, curling upwards so that all I could do was take a ragged breath.

"Fuck"

I kept my eyes closed, to wrapped up in my own please to look at her. After a moment or two she withdrew her hand, then rentering me with two fingers. I gulped in more air, waiting for her to increase to a pace that left me squirming on the bed.