Chapter 20
She paced the house, waiting for the door to open and her roommates to return. It wasn’t like she and Tobin hadn’t texted constantly from the moment she left her in the parking lot of the restaurant in San Jose, but still, she missed her. Christen really had wanted to stay with her the night before and tonight she wanted to show her why. She texted me 45 minutes ago saying they landed. That’s 10 minutes to get off the plane, 20 minutes to get bags then another 25 minute drive. They’ll be here soon. Her watch read 10:20 pm; she’d been back in Chapel Hill for about three hours since she took an earlier flight than the team.
Another 15 minutes and they all came in together, Tobin leading the pack. She dropped her bag on the floor, leaving it in the path of their roommates and almost tripping those who weren’t paying close enough attention. Her brown eyes were focused on Christen’s as they closed the gap between them, their intentions of putting their hands and mouths all over each other transparent to anyone watching. Christen’s hands flew up around her shoulders as Tobin lifted her up off her feet, mouth overtaking hers.
“Good Lord, get a room already,” Kelley called from somewhere behind them. CHristen kept her eyes shut, fully invested in the sweet, deep kiss while she lifted her middle finger up from Tobin’s shoulder at the girl. A few snickers erupted as Tobin set her gently down, not breaking the kissing immediately. “I missed you,” she breathed, foreheads together. CHristen smiled at her, knowing their time apart had been short but difficult. “I missed you, too. Let’s go to bed.”
Tobin’s eyes searched hers, trying to decipher the meaning of her request. Were they going to bed, or...going to bed. Their hands were interlocked tightly, Tobin taking control and leading her towards her side of the house and set of stairs. Christen obediently followed, eyes trained on the enticing body in front of her. “I need to brush my teeth and change, is that okay?” Tobin asked from in front of her.
“Of course. I’ll wait.”
She watched her move around in the bathroom from the open doorway as she settled into the mattress, pulling the sheets up over her legs. Unsure of whether to turn the television on or just wait, her nerves got the best of her. Are we doing this now? Is that what she expects? I want to...I think. Before she knew it, Tobin was coming back into the room, not giving her time to think any further. Not far behind her was Kelley, calling their names.
“Tobin, Christen?”
Tobin turned her attention behind her, slightly annoyed by the interruption. “What?”
“Sorry.” Kelley looked nervous, immediately concerning Christen. “Can I talk to Christen for a quick second? I promise it’ll be fast.” Tobin looked at her, searching for permission or a signal to leave. “What’s wrong, Kelley?” she asked, sitting upright on the edge of the bed.
Using that as her cue, Tobin stepped back, letting her know she was going downstairs while they talked.
“Did I interrupt….something?” Kelley asked sheepishly before coming to sit next to her. Christen laughed, her mind always on one thing only. “Still no, but I think we’re getting there.” Kelley nodded, understanding what she meant. “I wanted to check in with you and see how you are after this weekend. How were your parents? Like did it go okay?”
Christen always knew Kelley was a great friend to her, but now she could be classified as amazing. “Thanks, Kel. It was great, they were really supportive and understanding. I’m happy I went.” Her hand reached out for Kelley’s, giving a reassuring squeeze. “I’m glad.” The pair sat for another few seconds, hesitation filling the air. “Is that it, Kel? she asked.
“Well...I also wanted to ask if you were still going to come tomorrow night to the happy hour. I don’t want to go alone.” She’s so nervous about this! “Of course! I promised, didn’t I?” Kelley fidgeted beside her. “Yeah, but I don’t know, I know you’re busy and everything.”
“Stop. I’m going with you. And if I’m going, Tobin will definitely go too so there, that’s at least two people you can bring.” It was kind of fun, seeing Kelley as the one who was worked up now at a potential relationship, Christen the reassuring one. “And if you’re lucky, I’ll even buy you a drink,” she winked. Seeing her body relax, Christen rubbed her back. “Now, do you want to hear all about what I said to my parents or were you just asking to be polite?”
They laughed together for the next few minutes as Christen dramatized the conversations like a bad soap opera for her friend. She snorted when they got to the part about her dad mentioning an athlete in the family, Kelley’s eyebrows wiggling. “They’re already marrying you off!” She giggled, “I know, right? Geez. Ok, let’s go get my future spouse as they say so we can all get to bed.” Kelley gave her a brief hug when they stood up, “thanks, Chris. I’m excited for tomorrow.”
“I am too, it’ll be fun to actually have a conversation with this girl at decent hour,” Christen joked. She started down the stairs, turning her body into the dimly lit common room. Everyone else must have quickly retreated into their own bedrooms, exhausted from their weekend. Tobin was laying on the couch, one hand tucked under her head for support, one in between her legs. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly parted, little breaths escaping with the steady rise and fall of her chest. Bless her heart, look at her. She’s gotta be so tired.
Kelley shot her a look of guilt, maybe saying she was sorry for interrupting them again. Christen shook it away, it was probably better if Tobin was this sleepy. Gently rustling her away, Tobin’s eyes fluttered open only inches away from her own. “Babe, let’s go up to bed now.” She stroked her hair and pressed a warm kiss on Tobin’s temple before reaching out her hand to help her up. Sleepily, Tobin stood up, steadying herself. She silently followed Christen upstairs and straight into bed, leaving her to turn of the lights and close the door behind them.
Christen saw she was almost immediately asleep by the time she hit the pillow, bringing a smile to her face. Careful not to bother her, she slipped behind in the behind, nuzzling her chin into the crook of Tobin’s neck. Their bodies were perfect together and as much as Christen wanted to touch more than her neck, she knew it was best to let Tobin rest. In the darkness, she closed her own eyes and began to fall into her own trance.
“Love you, Christen” she heard before black filled her mind.
………...
“You two are in a good mood,” Kelley commented on the cold walk to the bar the next night. Christen caught her friend’s eyes, who gestured between a thumbs up and thumbs down, more asking about their earlier conversation. A smile and a single shake of the head resulted in a sneer from Kelley, who was clearly just as disappointed but certainly not as frustrated as Christen.
Tobin, however, was completely oblivious. Her warm hands over of Christen’s, holding her steady on the icy sidewalk. The scenery around them was gorgeous and nothing like Christen had experienced in her California days. Her focus though, was completely on the beauty beside her. Tobin’s hair was long and straight, hidden underneath a plain black beanie that matched her coat. Her cheeks were pink from the cold, giving her rosy glow that brought out the golden flecks in her eyes. It also didn’t help that she was wear a very tight pair of gray thermal leggings that showed off her sculpted calves and backside. Good God, I want to peel those off of her.
Her indecent thoughts followed them all the way into the bar, where Kelley immediately lost her cool and pushed her in first. “Can you see her? You go first, tell me if you see her.”
Christen looked around, trying to match any girl to the memory she had in her head. “I think she’s over there,” she pointed, “talking to a few girls sitting at a table. What do you want me to do?”
Kelley ducked a little behind Christen, using her body as a shield. “Shoot. Ok, um. Let’s go to the bar and get a drink and maybe she’ll see us. If she doesn’t, we’ll walk past her and bump into her.” Man, Kelley must have it bad for this one. Taking directions, she took the straight path to the bar, looking back only once to make sure Tobin was safely in tow.
“Hi. Can I have two glasses of your house white and...Tobin, do you want a beer?” A toothy grin confirmed her guess, “and one Stella.” Kelley was sure to tell the bartender their tab should be under the charity, which Christen already forgot, so they would get the proceeds.
“Kelley, hi!” A slim, lanky girl came up behind the group as Christen put the change from her twenty in her purse. IT was obvious Kelley was smitten for this girl, her laugh was a little too high and she couldn’t stand still. She thought about grabbing Tobin to give them some space but figured that might make things worse, so she stepped in and tried to take over for a minute so Kelley could collect herself.
“So Ann, this is great. Thanks for inviting us. How long have you been apart of this organization?”
Tobin had snuck her a second glass of wine while she listened to Ann drone on and on about the different things she had her hand in. It wasn’t completely boring, but the way Kelley was hanging on every word and asking questions to prolong the conversation, she would need this second glass. Another ten minutes and Tobin nodded with her head over to some empty spots at the bar. Grateful, she interrupted. “Hey guys, I have to go to the bathroom and then we should get Tobin a refill so we’ll catch up with you two later, okay?” Before Kelley could come up with an excuse why she shouldn’t be left alone with Ann, Christen turned around and found a seat on the shiny wooden stool that had been saved for her.
“Thank you, I don’t think I could watch that much longer,” she laughed. Tobin took a long sip of her beer, shaking her head in agreement. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Kelley look that desperate.”
Christen smiled back at Tobin, their eyes dancing back and forth between each other while the noise of that chattering bar dimmed around them. In their own world, she watched Tobin bite her bottom in response, something that completely turned her on. Leaning a little closer, she aimed to lay a soft kiss on the lips that were staring her down when Tobin froze.
“Oh my God.”
Christen stopped and followed Tobin’s gaze over her shoulder, twisting around on the bar stool. Her face dropped, her extremities went numb. Had she really forgotten what today was?
It was December 7th.
…..
“What’s she doing here?” Tobin said, not particularly to anyone, just wondering aloud. Christen couldn’t have imagined a worse time for Shirley to show up, but there she was standing in the doorway of the bar with Danny and a few of the other soccer guys. While they were all looking around for a spot to sit in the crowded room, Shirley’s dark and piercing eyes had found the couple straight ahead.
Christen turned around to face Tobin again, unwilling to give the girl any attention. “Just ignore her, don’t let her bother you.” Her hands reached out to lay overtop of Tobin’s thighs which brought her eyes to refocus on her own face, a hint of a smile dancing at the corners of her mouth. “Have I told you that you look really pretty today?” She blushed a little, “no, but thanks. You look pretty good yourself.” Trying again, Christen leaned in and pressed her lips against Tobin’s cold ones. It was simple but pure, bringing warmth to her body.
“Isn’t that sweet?” An unfamiliar voice sarcastically said, coming closer to the them. When she turned around, Christen saw Shirley standing with her arms crossed across her chest, smiling too sweetly. When neither of them responded, she continued, “How are you Tobin? Nice to see you, Christen.”
“Hi, Shirley.” Christen only nodded, a look of displeasure very obvious on her face. “Can I buy you two a drink?” Why is she trying to be nice?
Tobin stepped in right away. “No, thanks. Actually I think we were just about to leave.” She gave her a look as to say ‘go along with this’ but Christen wasn’t going to let Shirley run her out and have the satisfaction. “Our drinks are pretty full, I think we’re going to enjoy these. But thanks for stopping by, see you.” It was a very dismissive statement and she turned her attention back to Tobin, laying it on extra thick. “Wanna try my wine, babe? It’s pretty good.” Playing along, Tobin took a sip from the outreached glass. “Not bad.” Christen watched her run her tongue along her bottom lip, licking up the red liquid that had settled there. She reached out and skimmed her thumb along the bottom, helping her. Tobin’s eyes were trained on her, clearly understanding the show they were putting on. Her own hand stroked and settled on Christen’s forearm before it dropped and they clasped their hands together.
Shirley stood there still, just watching the interaction to which she was an outsider. Christen looked up at her, smiled so wide and asked, “did you need something else, Shirley?”
She could see the girl was dumbfounded, unsure of what her next move should be. Eventually she moved backwards and spun around to find the group she had come in with. Watching her, Tobin grinned ear to ear. “That was perfect. I like when sassy Christen comes out. Kinda reminds me of when we first met except I didn’t get a smile like that.” Giggling, she agreed. “You might have had the sassiest Christen, ever. Poor you.”
Without saying anything quick-witted back, Tobin’s already dark eyes turned into an almost black pool and pressure intensified around her hand. “I doubt that,” she said with her voice dripping in seduction. “I have a really good idea of what that would look like and that version is wearing way less than what she had on in the coffee shop.” As Tobin inched closer and closer to her ear, her other hand gently rubbing the inside of her thighs, Christen felt herself growing wet in the overfilled room. How can she make me feel this way with just one touch?
“I changed my mind about rushing out of here.” They were in a match; who was going to make the first move. After a few moments, Tobin stood up and pushed her way in between Christen’s now parted legs. She looked up at the beautiful girl, who was looking down at her with a mixture of pure want and love. Puckering her lips upward ever so slightly, Tobin leaned down and rewarded her with a lingering soft kiss, her hand safely cradling the back of her head. Her eyes were heavy, unable to immediately open them once their connection broke but as she breathed out, she felt instantly calmed and forgot about their earlier distraction.
“Take me home, Tobin.”
It didn’t take more than a second for Tobin to pull her up off of the stool, guiding her towards the door with a hand safely tucked around her waist. Suddenly, she halted. “Wait! We forgot dinner. Shit! And Kelley!” The girls giggled to themselves, realizing the moment had gotten the best of them and they’d neglected the two reasons they were even there in the first place. “I’ll get the to-go order and you get Kelley. We have to leave at with at least one of those things!” Christen laughed.
They were 2/2.
Kelley was easily rounded up since Tobin sent her a quick warning text that said ‘Leave with us. Play a little hard to get!’ Christen stood with her elbows on the bar, watching her friend and girlfriend politely make their exit from Ann while she waited for the bags of tacos they’d ordered earlier to take home for roommate dinner night.
“Christen?” This has to be a joke.
WIthout saying anything in response, she turned slightly to her left, where Shirley had reappeared, this time a drink in her hand that was almost empty. When the girl realized Christen wasn’t going to respond verbally, she kept talking. “I know you must think I’m intrusive and that I seem a little crazy but I have to just tell you, don’t take any of this personally. This isn’t about you. Tobin and I were something special before you came around and I regret letting her go. I thought I could be the bigger person and gracefully move on, but I realized I don’t want to. So just know I probably won’t be going away anytime soon.”
She couldn’t believe it. Is she serious right now? Her willpower must have reached an all-time high because her limbs stayed steady and her face barely moved a muscle. “I see. Well, you should know I don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon, either.”
Looking more relaxed and slightly smug, Shirley laughed. “Yes, you will. I know your type, Christen. This relationship is exciting and new because Tobin is the first girl you’ve been with. But soon it’ll fade and she’ll look for someone who has more in common with her, someone who understands what she wants in life and someone who’s ready to give that to her.”
“You’re wrong.” Her voice was strong but getting louder and was shaded with annoyance.
“I give it three months, max. Do you think Tobin’s going to want to train and teach a girl about what she wants? About what she needs when she already could have that?” I’m going to hit her. I’m actually going to slap this girl right now, right here.
“Enough.”
A voice that was familiar but scarily quiet interrupted her thoughts. Tobin stood behind her, placing one hand on her far hip for protection as she glared at the smaller girl in front of them. “I’ve had it. You need to leave us, especially Christen alone.” Shirley started to open her mouth but was immediately cut of by both words and a gesture of the hand. “I don’t want to her another word.”
Like a miracle from somewhere above, the bartender set down the two oversized brown bags holding their orders in front of them. “Ladies, here you go. You’re all set and thanks again.” Tobin reached around Christen to get them, facing her and giving her a little nod of encouragement. She’s telling me it’s okay, I’m okay. She returned the look and instantly felt confident in herself again. “We’re going,” she informed her smartly, snaking her arm around Tobin’s own slender waist and allowed herself to turn and walk outside, not daring to look back.
……...
“Is everything okay?” Tobin asked after dinner, just above the sound of clinking plates in the sink. Christen wanted to avoid any type of confrontation that would be misconstrued, so she stopped what she was doing to gather her thoughts. “Just still a little tense, you know? I’m not looking forward to any more run-ins this week.” They hadn’t said much to each other on the quick walk back to their house, not wanting to have the conversation in front of Kelley. During dinner, they carried on like normal with their roommates but she swore more than a few times she caught Tobin checking on her from across the table with a look of concern.
Christen continued scrubbing the large bowl while gathering her best nonchalant voice. “I think I’m...ready.” Tobin dropped the scrubbing brush hastily, leaning both of her hands against the sink and turned to her in confusion. “What, like right now? Here?” she gestured around the kitchen.
“No,” she laughed. “Definitely not here. I’m just saying from here on out, I think I’m...ready.” She could see Tobin making a mental note of the statement, trying to determine whether or not Christen really had meant it. It was kind of awkward to discuss it standing in the middle of a kitchen she shared with roommates, their friends, so she pressed a quick kiss to Tobin’s cheek and changed the subject. “So, you have a final tomorrow and one Wednesday. Then you’re finished?”
“Yeah,” she told her, slightly still distracted. “What about you? Just tomorrow and Friday right?”
It annoyed her that she was quite possibly the only one in the house that had a final Friday morning. The guys were throwing their huge Christmas party on Thursday night this year instead of Friday because they would all be finished with finals and they learned from their mistake last year. Kelley told her they didn’t give themselves enough time to recover and clean before most people left on Saturday and they ended up with a hefty cleaning bill from the stains and smells that lingered for the three weeks they were gone. Christen still planned on going, but she would have to seriously limit the amount she drank and set enough alarms to be up and ready to go by 9 a.m.
“Yeah. Do you think she’ll be there on Thursday night?” Christen avoided eye contact, hoping her question came off innocently instead of worrisome. “Probably,” Tobin told her with no sign of pleasure from delivering the information. “But try not to think about it, for me?” The sound of her voice was easy to give into, so she leaned in again to deliver small kiss on the cheek. “You’re the best.”
“And Chris?”
“Yeah?” she asked, wondering why the tone of Tobin’s voice was slightly flat. “You being ‘ready’ has nothing to do with anything she said to you tonight, right?”
In a way, it was hurtful. How could Tobin think the girl had that much of an influence over her feelings? On the other hand, it made her feel safe knowing that she cared this much about her and what happened between them. “No, I swear. I’ve wanted to tell you for a little over a week now but was waiting for a good moment.”
Tobin looked her over, suddenly turning back to the sink in confidence. “Okay, good.”
After that, they reviewed the plan that was set for them to spend a few days together before both flying out on Monday afternoon; Tobin to New Jersey, Christen back to California. The thought of separation created a pit in her stomach, but above all else she knew it would give them a healthy test to their relationship. “Well, I think that’s it,” Christen said as she finished loading the dishwasher. “I’m going to go study for a little bit longer but you’re welcome to stay in my room tonight.”
“As tempting as that is babe, I want you to do well on your finals and if we stayed together this week you wouldn’t be studying.” A devilish grin filled Tobin’s face as she bite her bottom lip. Help me, I can’t turn that down. Stay strong, Christen. “Separate rooms this week, then?” she confirmed. Tobin only nodded, but she sensed that it wasn’t genuine since she dropped the bomb that she was ready for the next step.
Reluctantly, they went their separate ways up to their bedrooms to study, but it was hard for Christen to concentrate. She learned not much later Tobin was having just as hard of a time when her phone started to buzz.
Tobin: Tell me why I need to keep studying.
Smiling, she thought of a good reason for them both to continue.
Christen: If you promise to study tonight and tomorrow night, I’ll reward you by changing the no sleepovers rule for Wednesday night when you’re finished.
Tobin: :) In that case you won’t hear a peep from me until then.
Christen: I don’t know if I like that!
Tobin: Excuse me, can you stop texting me? I’m really motivated to do well here ;)
Laughing now, Christen appreciated the banter. My girlfriend is perfect.
……..
She couldn’t sleep. The house was still, there were no sounds of televisions, no lights streaming from under the door or muffled voices on the sidewalk outside. 3:22 a.m.
Christen reached over for her phone, pressing the home button that illuminated her bedroom with a too-bright light, making her squint. She missed the void that Tobin had left in the spot next to her, already attached to the warmth and comfort her body brought. It was closer to morning now, but still, she had to try to fix the emptiness.
Christen: I miss you. Come to me.
She scrolled through her social media feeds, seeing a few things that made her smile, reading posts from people she hadn’t seen in a while. After a few minutes, she froze at the sound of the creaky floorboards below. Someone is awake. As she listened, she realized it was a steady movement of feet, now coming up the steps towards her room. Her breathing became labored as she imagined a masked man holding a flashlight and a knife coming right for her.
The door slowly opened and she gripped the sheets, heart pounding of her chest. But instead of the terrifying man she pictured, it was the slim brunette she’d summoned moments earlier. “Tobin!” she whispered in sheer delight while shooting upright against her headboard.
“Hi,” the girl softly returned. As she got closer, Christen couldn’t help but drool over the slight bounce of her curls that flowed overtop of her perfect chest, the shine coming off her toned and tanned thighs and the freshness of her face. “Come here,” she gestured to the space beside her.
Tobin slowly climbed up on the bed from the foot of it, placing herself overtop of Christen. Her knee nudged her own legs apart ever so slightly, her hands on either side of Christen’s head. Before she could get a word out, their mouths weaved together in the softest way possible, barely moving. They broke apart briefly, only to stare at each other in the silent room. Christen felt her body weaken, Tobin’s fingers playing with the bottom of her shirt. Their mouths were shut but their eyes did all the talking.
Go ahead. Yes, I’m sure. Take it off. She felt desired, wanted in that moment. Her chest was exposed to a thin white bra that was almost silky enough to see through. Tobin’s fingertips danced along the edges of the undergarment, her eyes clearly pleased with what she was both seeing and feelings. Her mouth dipped into the crook of her neck, biting down quickly before replacing the sting with the cool massage of her mouth. A small moan came out, enticing Tobin to do it again.
A sharp gasp comes from low in her throat, very much audible in the quiet room. Her eyes were focused on Tobin’s body sliding against her own, very much clothed. She reached down and slid her hand up the warm, muscular back, dragging her nails further up her spine until she reached the base of Tobin’s neck. Only then, after her neck had been thoroughly taken care of, did Tobin shift to dropped her head back into the pillows beside her, giving them a moment to check in with each other. Christen considered flipped positions, wanting to take control and explore the body next to her but Tobin wasted no time – dropping her hand to rub light circles into the insides of her exposed thighs, trailing kisses down the side of her shoulder and arm. Christen didn’t want to be teased much longer; the ache between her legs had her so wound up she could explode. She’s eager, thinking about how much times she wanted this but couldn’t get there mentally. Now, she’ll be damned if she doesn’t get exactly what she wants.
She lays flat on her back, unwilling to break the touch she has secured on Tobin. Back in their original position, Tobin’s mouth goes to work on chest, taking her in her hot mouth, cleverly undoing the metal clasp behind her back. Sure, she’d done this much with a guy before, but the way this girl was attentive to her every movement, every sound had made it that much better. Tobin was doing this for Christen’s pleasure more than her own, and it showed.
While she was still reeling from the sensation of being touched that way above the waistline, she felt her thighs exposed to the cool night air, giving her goosebumps all the way down. Her shorts were slowly shimming down her legs, leaving a black pair of silky underwear she hadn’t even planned on wearing. Thank goodness I’m not wearing something embarrassing. This time, it was a small moan from Tobin’s own throat that came out as a result of the perfect body that was all hers. Christen looked up at her, searching for a look of approval, which wasn’t hard to spot. She wants me, too. Tobin’s eyes glistened, not with moisture but with desire, pleased by what she was looking at.
Tobin seductively hung over top of her, pulling up her own oversized t-shirt, discarding it on the wooden floor to reveal her braless chest. Her rounded breasts were small but gorgeous, just asking to be held. Christen pulled on the sides of her pants, making her hover over top of her face while kicking them off her ankles, leaving only a simple pair of black underwear perfectly holding her perfect lower half. Seizing the opportunity, Christen lifted her head up into Tobin’s chest, tenderly pressing one palm against the curve of her breast. Tobin let out a sharp breath, surprised by the gesture, but she didn’t dare move her hand. Smiling, Christen wraps her soft lips around one swell, dragging her teeth into the most sensitive part while her hand teased the other, rolling her thumb and a finger tightly. Tobin’s hair tickles them as she works, small gasps escaping each time she seems to do something right and her confidence is growing, unfazed by the new experience.
Christen is getting wetter, growing with pleasure while Tobin seems to be coming undone on top of her. Not wanting it to end like this, she detaches her lips and hungrily finds her lips, spreading them wide to push her tongue insider. Tobin returns the kiss, smoothing her tongue over top, teeth almost clashing in fury. Suddenly, she’s gone.
She is so turned on, but scared as Tobin sprinkles quick kisses down her chest, gnawing at the skin of her stomach, coming closer to the spot where she wants to be touched so badly. Will this be what I want it to be? Am I ready for this?
Before she could send her mind to the place of doubt, her arms snaked around Tobin. She felt again the rush of helplessness, the sinking warmth that left her yearning for more. Her head bent back across Tobin’s arm that was laying behind her now, as she came back up to her neck to leave a few more sloppy kisses, softly at first, and then with a swift intensity. Clinging against the strong body on top of her, her mind fell into a dizzy swaying world. Her leg tremored from underneath her, evoking sensations she had never known she was capable of. As Tobin’s mouth moved south across the swells of her chest again, stopping briefly to give them the attention they craved, Christen felt a pool seeping, overflowing between her legs. Feeling confident, she gave Tobin a nudge to keep going; the final destination of her excursion wasn’t going end there.
Tobin’s eyes between her legs met her own, searching for permission. She arched her back, lifting her hips to signal yes, she was more than ready for this.Tobin wasted no time, pulling the fabric to the side and driving her tongue inside her, setting off a shattering moan that filled the empty room. Her hands reached out to grab both Tobin’s hair and the white sheets of the bed, yanking and pulling them closer. One thrust of a finger and she was inside her, hitting the spot that turned her stiffled moans into a long, hard cry. It’s fast, a firm touch against her, hitting something that has her writhing and bucking her hips into the air. Tobin drew back, slowing down to prolong the amazing feeling deep in her core. She blew softly on the exposed center of her, creating a sense of feeling that was way more intimate than anything they’d done before. “Keep going,” Christen moaned and she was rewarded with her forwardness, Tobin consuming her with her tongue stroking in long, slow licks, curling in a slick promise at the hard center of her pleasure. She slightly lifted her hips to meet the mouth that was making her come undone as her hands dug into the mattress to steady herself. She knew exactly what Christen needed, changing the pace every so often, long and short movements to keep her body guessing. Tobin remained with her as she spilled over the edge, bursting out in small cries and ran her hands the length of her body. Christen certainly wasn’t holding back, Tobin either - their voices were raw, pleasure filled in the darkness. Her muscles were contracting, her legs wrapped loosely around Tobin’s strong shoulders were going limp. When she finally opened her eyes, Tobin’s hair was now in a wild tumble, hanging over top of her as came back to Earth, her own face glowing.
“This is what I was missing?” Christen grinned.