Chap 2

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So I was writing this and I actually had to stop cause I needed a cold shower...need I say more? You've been warned.
4. Newly Graced
"I almost lost it with her," Hannah said softly looking away from Grace who was sitting in the hairdresser chair surrounded by three hairdressers who were all over her, and looking at Mamrie.
Mamrie cocked an eyebrow and smirked. "Is that so?"
Hannah narrowed her eyes. "You did this on purpose didn't you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Mamrie said seriously but the smirk wouldn't leave her face.
"Look, I made a promise Mamrie," Hannah said. "I keep my promises."
"I know Hannah," Mamrie said. "What made you almost lose it?"
Hannah took a deep breath. "I was buying some hair and makeup products for this makeup session we're doing now and I had her watch porn and try to fantasize that scene but with me."
Mamrie laughed. "You evil genius."
"Too evil I think," Hannah said. "When I got back I saw her on the bed on the verge of an orgasm gripping the sheets and moaning my name."
"And you wanted to jump her bones?" Mamrie said.
Hannah sighed and bit her lip. "I can't break my promise."
"Some promises can't be kept Hannah."
"No," Hannah said firmly. "I do not break my promises."
Mamrie sighed and raised her hands in defeat. "Fine then."
"What are they doing to my hair?" Grace said pointing the mess of aluminum foil tangled up in her locks.
"Making it different," Hannah said.
"That's what this is all about, finding the new Grace," Mamrie said as one of the hairdressers sat her down in another chair and placed a giant oval shaped cover over her head. She looked at Hannah and said, "Have a seat."
"Me? Oh no I don't need a makeover," Hannah said.
"I didn't say you needed it," Mamrie said. "But it'd be nice to change it up once in a while."
Hannah looked at her suspiciously. "You are planning something."
"Hannah don't be ridiculous."
"This is not my therapy session it's Grace's, so whatever you have up your sleeve..."
"I don't have anything up my sleeve," Mamrie laughed. "I just have professional hairdressers and makeup artists here for an hour and why say no to a free makeover?"
Hannah glared at her for another moment, then hesitantly walked to the chair.
...
"Oh my God," Mamrie said clapping her hands. "You look amazing!"
Grace blushed and started fidgeting with her skirt. "Really?"
"Fantastic!" Mamrie cried.
Grace's hair had been dyed dark brown, her makeup had been done to look very natural, and she was dressed in a button up white blouse that was tucked in to a black pencil shirt that had suspenders attached to them.
When Hannah walked out of the backroom her jaw nearly dropped. "Grace you look..."
Grace blushed and squirmed slightly. "You look...you look, n-nice too."
Mamrie said, "Hannah, you look great with blonde hair."
The short woman brushed back her now beach blonde hair and grinned. She was wearing a red plaid shirt under a black vest and tight black Dickies.
"It brings out your eyes," Grace said softly.
Hannah smiled. "Thank you."
"Okay ladies, our work here is done," Mamrie said. "I'll book everything for your trip and call you with the details. Have fun in the meantime." She winked playfully and led all the hairdressers and their equipment out of the apartment.
"You know when you told me Mamrie would be here first thing in the morning for makeovers you weren't kidding," Grace said.
Hannah laughed. "Yeah Mamrie never fails with this stuff."
"Sorry for falling asleep so soon last night," Grace said. "It was so emotional, and I was really tired, and it was so comfortable being cuddled up..."
"Hey what did I say when we first started this yesterday?" Hannah interjected. "Don't apologize ever. You can't do anything wrong here. Okay?"
Grace smiled and nodded.
"Okay Grace, well today is a brand new day and Mamrie made a few calls during the makeovers," Hannah said. "We're gonna do things that the old Grace would never ever do."
Grace fidgeted. "That's scary."
"Change always is, but you're not alone, I'll be with you the whole time."
Grace smiled and took Hannah's arm when she offered it to her. They walked out of the apartment together and to the elevator.
When the elevator doors closed Hannah noticed that Grace tensed up and looked a bit anxious. She gripped her hand tighter then gave her a soft peck on the lips. Hannah lingered close to her waiting for Grace to give her a return kiss. The now-brunette delivered swiftly. The kiss was a bit longer than the first, and when they parted the elevator dinged its arrival on the first floor.
Hannah smiled and said, "Not so scary now huh?"
Grace laughed. "You clever girl."
"So I've been told," Hannah said leading her out of the elevator and towards a silver convertible parked in front of the building.
"This is your car?" Grace said incredulously.
Hannah scoffed. "You think I'm not capable of owning a car like this?"
"No, I..."
"Cause you'd be right, this is one of Mamrie's cars."
Grace sighed in relief. "That was mean."
"Yeah it was." Hannah grinned cheekily and unlocked the car.
"So where are we going?" Grace said climbing into the passenger side while Hannah settled in the driver's seat putting on her seatbelt.
"You'll see," Hannah said with a grin.
...
Grace stared wide-eyed at the huge jet in front of her. The guy behind her clipping the parachute around both of them said, "Ain't she a beaut?"
He had an Australian accent and he was at least a head taller than Grace. The guy who was tied up with Hannah was at least three heads taller than her. She looked like a little dwarf and Grace thought it was absolutely adorable.
"Ever been skydiving before mate?"
"No," Grace said.
"How about you little one?" The guy attached to Hannah said.
"Yeah, two times," Hannah said smacking his leg. "Don't call me little one!"
"But you're so small!" He laughed.
"Ready?" the guy attached to Grace said.
"Yes," Hannah said.
"No," Grace murmured.
"Don't listen to her, I'm not letting her chicken out," Hannah said.
"Don't be scared mate, I've been skydiving for years. I won't let anything happen to you."
"Yeah," the guy with Hannah said, "Just relax and enjoy it, we'll do the work."
The men led the women into the jet where the pilot was checking all the systems. They held on to this bar on the ceiling awkwardly because they were attached to each other.
"This is where we usually attach ourselves to you," the guy with Hannah said seeing the discomfort on Grace's face.
The guy attached to Grace was completely oblivious to her discomfort said, "It's alright mate, this little lady didn't want to get on the plane without being attached."
"She gets a bit anxious," Hannah said as the jet rumbled to life.
The roar of jet made it impossible for anyone to hear anything and Grace felt the panic rising up her body. Hannah gripped her hand firmly in reassurance and gave her a smile. Grace focused on her.
She didn't know what it was about the now beach blonde short girl that made her relax. No one had ever been able to relax her and make her feel so comfortable, not even her brother and her best friend living in New York. She had literally met the woman the day before and she felt like she had known her for years. Suddenly it didn't matter that the plane was lifting into the air and she could feel the wind slamming against her from the open window.
After a few minutes they were up thousands of feet in the air and circling a large open field and the guy behind Grace said, "Ready then?"
"Let's go," Hannah's guy said.
"Just close your eyes and enjoy Grace," Hannah said.
Grace gulped and nodded.
The guy led them to the open door and the wind grew stronger and louder. Grace looked down and gasped. The green field underneath them looked like a tiny speck, it felt like looking at an atlas. Grace started to hyperventilate and she felt a gentle touch on her arm.
"Relax love," her guy said.
"Jump on 3?" Hannah's guy said. The excitement in his voice was so evident and Grace could see the exhilaration on Hannah's face, but she felt nothing but pure fear.
"1...2..."
Grace was screaming way too loud to even hear 3. Her body was free falling fast and the air against her body was hitting so hard it pushed her cheeks back and she couldn't even hear her screams anymore.
Then she felt it. That excitement that she saw anticipated on Hannah's face. The rush of adrenaline shot up through her body. She was falling through the sky releasing all those pent emotions. She felt like she was flying and she'd never felt so free in her life.
The ground was growing bigger and Grace didn't even fear hitting the ground. She felt a hard tug as the parachute opened and floated down slowly to the ground. As they landed Grace felt her guy's hands releasing her from him and stepped away laughing loudly.
"WOO!" She turned at the cheer and saw Hannah and her guy giving each other high fives and laughing in excitement.
Hannah ran towards her like an excited child and pulled her into a tight hug. Grace laughed and held her firmly. "That was amazing!" Grace cried.
Hannah broke the hug and looked her right in the eye breathing heavily. She gripped the back of Grace's neck hard and pulled her in for a kiss. Grace immediately melted into the kiss gripping Hannah's shoulders so hard her nails dug into her skin.
The broke the kiss breathlessly when they heard Hannah's guy saying, "Daaaamn."
Grace blushed, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Hannah grabbed her hand and led her away from them saying, "Let's get out of here."
5. Disgraced
The bedroom door slammed loudly behind Hannah as the two stumbled into it stuck in a passionate lip-lock. Grace's hands were all over Hannah's body trying to grab a hold of anything and everything because she didn't know how to deal with the surging passion that was raging through her body. Hannah suddenly shoved Grace hard onto the bed and pinned her there.
Grace moaned and panted heavily. Underneath the heavy passion she felt was the lingering feelings of fear and she thought for a moment that they should stop. Only for moment, because when Hannah smirked at her and lifted her plaid shirt off revealing her sexy flat stomach and bra-clad chest all thoughts of stopping went flying out the window.
Standing there in just her bra and black Dickies, Hannah crooked her finger towards Grace in a 'come here' motion.
Grace gulped and stood up. She started wringing her hands and looked down to the ground as Hannah stepped right into her personal space.
With a smirk on her face Hannah started unbuttoning Grace's white shirt while slowly tucking it out of her pencil skirt. It wasn't tucked in very well because they changed out of their skydiving gear and into their regular clothes in a hurry to get back to the apartment.
Only one of suspenders was hooked, and Hannah unhooked it slowly licking up the taller woman's throat. Grace moaned anxiously and started tugging at the belt on Hannah's Dickies.
"No," Hannah said softly moving Grace's hands away. "This is not about me."
"But..."
"Shh." Slowly she slid off Grace's shirt and noticed that the blonde was trembling and whimpering softly. "Don't be scared Grace, I will not hurt you."
Grace nodded and bit her lip.
Hannah gently removed Grace's bra then unzipped the back of Grace's pencil skirt.
"Hannah," Grace whimpered softly.
"I know this is your first time Grace," Hannah whispered very slowly pushing down Grace's skirt and panties. "I'll go slow."
Grace nodded her approval but she was still trembling. Never in a million years did she ever think she would be doing this and much less with a woman she had just met. But the shorter woman brought out something within her that Grace never thought she had. Grace thought she had it all figured out, black and white; everything was sorted out. Then Hannah tore it all apart.
Hannah's lips were on the taller woman's throat gently pushing her down on the bed.
Grace couldn't help but moan. She wanted this, no she needed this. Hannah's lips moved down her collarbone towards her breasts. Grace recalled that this was the farthest she ever let any previous boyfriend go, kissing the collarbone, but never naked. And unlike those times she had no intention of trying to stop the kisses. She wondered how it would feel to have Hannah's mouth on her breasts, it must feel...
"Ohhh God!" Grace cried out in surprise as Hannah sucked in her right nipple hard. Her back was arching up and the tingling sensation running through her body was something incredible.
Hannah brought up her other hand to gently tweak Grace's other nipple. She loved feeling the taller woman thrashing underneath her. There was so much passion and desperation between them, Hannah felt like she was burning alive.
The shorter woman moved her lips down Grace's stomach and heard the taller woman moaning loudly. She reached Grace's navel and swirled her tongue around feeling the woman tremble underneath her.
Hannah sat up in between Grace's spread legs and looked down at her glistening folds. Grace felt a blush creeping up to her cheeks as she squirmed under the shorter woman's gaze. Her body was trembling so much her breath came out in short gasps.
Hannah gently caressed her calves and said, "Grace, do you want me?"
Grace bit her lip and whimpered.
"I don't want to force you into anything, I need you to tell me yes or I won't do it," Hannah said. "I want you, but I need to know if I can have you."
Grace nodded her head anxiously. Her heart was beating fast and her lip trembled. Hannah gently kissed Grace's knee then started leading a trail upwards. Grace cried out gripping the sheets as her back arched up. Hannah's lips on her inner thigh was magical.
Grace could have screamed when she felt Hannah's tongue slowly flicking her clit. It was one flick, but the sparks that ran through her body hit her like giant waves on a rocky cliff. The fire burning within her was almost unbearable. She squirmed uncontrollably so Hannah had to wrap her arms around Grace's thighs and pin her down slightly while she licked her slit slowly and languidly like a Tootsie Roll Pop.
Amused Hannah thought how many licks to the center I wonder? She intensified the licking, zoning in on the taller woman's clit and swirling around it in tight circles.
"Ohh my God! Ohh God! Hannah!"
Grace's back was arching up higher and higher and her screams were irritating her throat.
Hannah felt a sharp tug on her hair from where Grace had gripped her but she stayed firm. Then she felt it: the trembling body underneath her mouth, the undulating hips, the stifled screamed silenced by the intensity of the orgasm.
Let's go all the way Gracie Hannah thought quickly moving up and slipping two fingers deep into Grace before she could even collapse on the bed from the previous orgasm.
"Hannah!" Grace cried. Her voice was hoarse and had a little squeak to it that turned Hannah on to no end. Pressing her thigh against her hand, Hannah used it to aid her hand in thrusting into Grace.
She locked eyes with the taller woman and whispered, "kiss me Grace. Taste yourself on my lips."
Grace was much too delirious to protest. She melted into the kiss and moaned at both at the tangy taste of herself on Hannah's lips and the particularly hard thrust Hannah gave her when their lips met.
Grace was losing her inhibitions. Her vision was jaded with stars, her breath was on the verge of hyperventilation, and suddenly every single fear she ever had was gone. This is right, this is what it's supposed to be. I want more! I want more of Hannah!
"Harder! Faster! Please Hannah!" Grace cried out her hands clawing at the shorter woman's back. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Hannah moaned at the words and thrust as hard as she could. The bed started squeaking as it started to move out of place and the headboard was banging hard against the wall. The wet sounds of Hannah's fingers plunging in and out of Grace was driving the beach blonde woman absolutely insane. She had to fight the urge to grind herself against Grace's thigh.
"Oh my God! Hannah, fuck! Yes! I'm gonna...ahhh!"
Grace was arching up, trembling, with her arms flailing in all directions trying to grab at anything that could quell the burning passion within her.
The burning passion that Hannah Hart released.
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