This Love

5. It hurts

~BEATRICE~

The first time Beatrice ever had sex; it was mortifying.

She was at a college party with Lucy, her girlfriend of only a few weeks, when she was talked into making out in the bathroom. It was there that Lucy had asked Beatrice to touch her and though Beatrice didn't really want to; she was a people pleaser and had agreed.

Needless to say, it was an awkward, fumbling experience which took so long that by the time Lucy climaxed they had a line of angry partygoers waiting outside the bathroom and had to take the walk of shame past them when they exited. Not that Lucy really cared, she hung off the red-faced Beatrice in post orgasmic bliss.

The real kicker was she didn't even have the favor returned, not till two weeks later, and then Beatrice was so uncomfortable, she didn't even manage an orgasm before Lucy lost interest, insisting instead that Beatrice go down on her.

It was the beginning of the end of their relationship, but, if she was honest, even in her experiences following that, Beatrice had never really enjoyed sex and she didn't understand why people so desperately sought it out, until now...

"Bea, Bea, Bea..." Ava chanted breathlessly, hips rolling up to meet every thrust of Beatrice's fingers.

Lying half on top of her, Beatrice watched Ava's face closely, committing every twitch, spasm, and moan to memory. Never before had she wanted to make someone come undone more than she did right now.

And Ava was close.

Beatrice could tell by the way short nails scrabbled at her back, most definitely leaving marks, but she barely felt the sting. All she could focus on was the need to see Ava lose control.

She lowered her head to place a gentle kiss on Ava's lips which were parted with her harsh breaths, before dragging her mouth down her flushed cheek to press against her ear.

"You're so beautiful Ava," she whispered, "...you're taking my fingers so well..."

Beatrice nipped at her earlobe, drawing a soft gasp from the woman beneath her. It was time to give Ava the final shove over the edge.

Crooking her fingers, Beatrice found the spot she was looking for and dragged her fingertips against it once, twice, and then Ava was coming. She clung to Beatrice as the orgasm flooded her senses, her eyes squeezed shut tight as a low keen tore from her throat.

And then it was done.

Ava let her go, melting into the mattress.

Beatrice kissed the corner of her mouth as she gently pulled her fingers out. Ava whimpered softly, her dark eyes blinking languidly up at her, coming back down from her high.

"Hey, you..." Beatrice smiled, brushing some strands of sweaty hair away from Ava's face with her clean hand.

"Hey," Ava smiled back, "that was..." she laughed breathlessly, "... well, that was something else." Hooking her legs around Beatrice's waist, Ava's smile turned wicked, "and now it's your turn."

Beatrice squealed as her world turned on its head and suddenly, she found herself pressed into the bed, a naked Ava straddling her waist with that devilish grin on her face. She grabbed Beatrice's hand, the one that had just been between her legs, and Beatrice's mouth fell open when Ava raised it to her lips, licking Beatrice's fingers clean.

"Fuck..."

Ava quirked an eyebrow, "Like that huh?" She bent to kiss her, giving Beatrice a taste of the sweet-salty tang of her arousal.