Vulnerable [Frollie]

Chapter 6

“Frankie, stop that,” Una commanded, elbowing Frankie in the side. She jumped, but didn’t take her eyes off the girl across the green.

“Stop what?” she mumbled distractedly, not really caring what Una had to say.

“Stop looking at Mollie like you want to go over there and drop your pants, please,” Responded Una, rolling her eyes.

Frankie pulled her eyes off her girlfriend standing across the green, waiting in line to pick her up some lemonade and turned to the much less exciting Irish girl next to her.

“I am not looking at her like that,” Frankie retorted, rolling her eyes back.

“You look like you’re going to come in your pants,” Una deadpanned.

“Una!’’ Frankie laughed, swatting Una’s arm.

“So I guess this means you guys finally got it on?” Una pressed, laying back on the grass and resting her head on her arms.

“Y-yeah,” Frankie blushed, biting her lip, “we did,”

“Oh yeah? And how was that?” Una asked and Frankie grinned shyly. It had been about two weeks since she had propositioned Mollie, and they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Both Frankie and Mollie was soon learning that Frankie was insatiable, and Mollie was taking full advantage of that, spending all her time finding out exactly what made Frankie tick, what she liked, what she didn’t like. She would spend hours mapping out Frankie’s body, not letting her reciprocate until Mollie was familiar with every inch of skin. Frankie was doing the same, exploring Mollie’s body and marvelling at the way it fit with her, like they were crafted for each other.

They spent ample amounts of time holed up together, exploring the physical part of their relationship with vigour. Frankie loved every second of it, and who was Una to say she couldn’t stare at her girlfriends ass, anyway?

“It was um, uh, great,” Frankie fidgeted. It wasn’t that she felt awkward discussing this with Una, she didn’t. It was just, Una wasn’t gay, and Frankie didn’t want to weird her out with all the gory details.

“Oh, come on, give me something to work with here!” Una groaned, tossing her head back in an exasperated manner. “So, was she good?” Una persisted and Frankie blushed yet again, nodding.

“Uh, yeah. Good is an understatement,”

“Is that why you guys haven’t come out with us lately?!” Una exclaimed, accusing. “You’ve been so busy fucking!”

“Don’t say it like that!” Frankie admonished, “it sounds… dirty,”

Una blinked, raising one eyebrow, “It is dirty,” She stated simply, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, but, you say it like it doesn’t mean anything,” Frankie reiterated.

“Was it… hard?” Una asked, and Frankie cocked an eyebrow.