Cameraman, Swing the Focus

Chapter 19

Z inched a little closer, and Nicole took the initiative to do what she'd been waiting to do since they'd first met. She pressed her lips gently against Z's, trying to allow her time to get used to the idea, but also a little worried that she'd freak out and change her mind. 

Nicole brought her hand up to stroke Z's hair,  feeling it to be just as soft as it looked, if a little knotted from the dancing and the wind. Nicole tangled her fingers in the strands, smiling against her mouth as Z seemed to get impatient with the pace she was moving at. Z rolled them over so she was laying her full weight on top of Nicole, and opened her mouth just a fraction. Nicole instantly went along with it, darting her tongue out to trace along Z's lip, and suddenly she was tasting the shots Z had taken. 

When Nicole breathed out, it sounded deep and ragged, like it'd been torn from deep inside of her and forced up through her throat. Z grinned against her lips, pulling back slightly to suck Nicole's bottom lip into her mouth and graze it with her teeth as she pulled away. She leaned back down to rest her forehead on Nicole's, her eyes closed and her breathing still a little quick. "Yeah, I should have done that a long time ago."

Nicole's head was a little fuzzy with the excitement of the kiss, and she had to ask what Z was referring to. "Kiss a girl, or kiss me?" 

Z laughed lightly, and Nicole could feel every inch of her body vibrate with the movement. "Both, I suppose." 

"Well there's no time like the present." She felt a little lame for saying it, but she was also so desperate to resume the kissing, she would have said just about anything in that moment. Z didn't respond, merely tilting her head to reach Nicole's mouth again. She slowly started to venture out, exploring Nicole's cheeks and chin with her kisses. Nicole ran her hands down Z's back, feeling the curves of her waist and the individual notches of her spine. She hesitated just above the waistline of her pants, unsure of how far this thing was really going to go. Z seemed to be into it, but Nicole had had a fair share of girls want to experiment so long as it only involved causal making out. Their fragile mask of heterosexuality forbade them from actually doing what they wanted, and she'd come to accept that. 

Z attacked her neck without warning, biting just hard enough to hurt, but not to break the skin. Her body arched upward toward Z without her consent, and Z hooked an arm underneath the small of her back, pulling her closer while shifting her legs so one was between Nicole's. Her breath caught in her throat when she realized what was happening, just milliseconds before Z actually did it. Z shifted her hips, dragging the front of her thigh between Nicole's open legs. It pushed her skirt up and rubbed against her in the perfect way, and she gasped between a, "Fuck," and a, "Z." 

She raked her nails down Z's back, savouring the way she moaned into her ear, and then started to softly pull on her earlobe with her teeth. Nicole finally found the courage to reach her hands down to Z's ass, gripping it with both hands and shifting the leg she had between Z's to give her what small amount of friction she could through the faux leather pants she was wearing.

"Fuck is right," Z said, a quiet exhale of breath taking the shape of a laugh. She slid down Nicole's body, alternating between licking, kissing, and straight up biting her neck and then collar bones. When she reached the point where Nicole's top reached, exposing just the slightest bit of cleavage, Z hesitated, and Nicole felt like she was going to pass out from desire if Z said she was wanting to stop. Nicole felt so wound up in her own skin; she needed to get off, even if it required leaving Z alone in the living room to go finish herself off in the bedroom. 

It turned out Z was hesitating for Nicole's benefit, not her own. "Can I-" Z scrunched her face up, and Nicole didn't know what she was trying to ask for, but she knew she was willing to give it.