Chapter 8
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The second Deb kisses her, Gina’s at full throttle. There isn’t any warm up. Their kiss is open-mouthed and wet, and Gina feels like she’s inside a kiln, heat gathering in her lower body and rising upwards within her. She feels Deb take one of her hands from where it’s ended up on Deb’s knee, feels Deb moves it upwards; suddenly she’s got her hand on one of Deb’s tits. She takes a shaky breath in, and squeezes experimentally. Deb keens softly into Gina’s mouth- Gina feels a surge of arousal flood through her. Her body automatically tries to get closer, and she’s interrupted by the gap between their seats.
“Shit,” she mutters against Deb’s mouth.
Deb grins wildly, her freckled face flushed and her green eyes shining in the moonlight, and Gina wants to give her the whole world.
“Backseat?” Gina asks, incapable of forming a full sentence.
Deb nods gladly.
Gina smiles, and she tries to take a full breath in as she stands and clambers into the back- Deb follows her, and Gina pulls her back into a kiss before she’s even sitting. She pulls Deb all the way into her lap, grabs at her thirstily; Deb’s got one arm are around her shoulders and the other braced against the back of their seat, and the sounds she makes as Gina squeezes at her thighs, reaches around to squeeze her ass, make Gina ache in the best way possible. A whine is pulled out of her as Deb slowly, slowly grinds down against her. Deb hums into their kiss; she gasps as Gina grabs her ass with both hands and pulls her down again, grinding herself up.
“Oh god,” Deb breathes, a crease forming between her eyebrows.
Gina gazes up at her, “is this okay-?”
Deb doesn’t say anything, she just leans back and starts unbuttoning her jeans. Gina brushes her own mussed hair out of her face and watches; as she does, she decides she needs to ask,
“wait.”
Deb pauses, looks at Gina expectantly.
Gina feels herself smiling, “can you take your top off?”
Deb huffs, then starts grinning again, and then giggles; Gina doesn’t blink as she watches Deb pull her tanktop up and over her head, maneuvering it around all her jewelry and tossing it to the side.
“Bra, too?” Deb smirks.
Gina nods wordlessly.
Deb complies; she’s too fucking stunning. Gina’s almost frozen, thinking about how Deb, Deb is topless in the backseat of her car, topless besides all her cute necklaces and in Gina’s lap, in the backseat of her car- it feels like she might start frothing at the mouth as she thinks about how Deb is ready for her, how she wants Gina to do things to her that she hasn’t let anyone else do to her, ever. And God, does she look good. Her tits really are perfect. Somehow even more perfect than Gina had imagined. Then, Deb traces the neckline of Gina’s shirt, and whispers,
“can we make it even?”
and Gina’s stirred back into action. Deb’s still grinning as she watches; as soon as Gina’s got her shirt and bra off, the cool night air refreshing against her sweat-sheened skin, Deb leans in and starts kissing her neck and groping her at the same time, and Gina starts feeling even hotter than before. She wants to touch herself so badly, desperately needs some relief- she wants to feel Deb even more. She feels her way between Deb’s legs, dives her hand down into her unbuttoned jeans; Deb moans, thrusts forward, gets herself fully into Gina’s palm. Even through her underwear, Gina can tell she’s completely drenched. And she’s so turned on that she doesn’t even remember that she totally forgot to guess the kind and color of Deb’s underwear. All she can think about is being inside of it.
She moves her mouth to where Deb’s ear is, starts to whisper and ask, “can I-?”
Deb leans back again and Gina retracts her hand as she watches Deb slide her jeans down a bit- she’s ready to reach in again, thinking Deb was just making more room for her. But before she can, she watches Deb take the waistband of her own undies, and watches her literally tear the waistband in half, while they’re still on her. They fall open; then Deb’s kissing her again, and she feels Deb grabbing her arm with urgency. That’s as much communication as she needs.
She sinks her fingers into Deb’s heat. Deb is soaked and silky and scorching. Deb whimpers again, thrusts her hips, starts finding a gentle rhythm as she grinds herself against Gina’s hand. Gina can feel her own heartbeat in her clit. She wonders if she should be going for penetration, wonders if she’s doing this whole ‘fucking a woman’ thing correctly- the moment she starts tentatively to move her fingers, Deb grabs her wrist, digs her fingernails into her skin.
“Stay there,” she hisses, and it’s so sexy that all Gina can do is quickly reply,
“okay,”
before proceeding to stay there.
Deb groans, and her forehead falls against Gina’s; she wraps her arms around Gina’s shoulders again. Gina watches Deb’s eyes flutter open and closed, listens to every sound she makes, feels herself getting wetter and wetter as she continues to feel Deb get wetter and wetter, too. Then, Deb’s motions start to get a little faster, a little tighter.
“Fuck,” Deb pants, tightening her fingers in the hair at the back of Gina’s head. It almost kind of hurts, and Gina loves it.
“You- feel so good,” Gina murmurs.
She feels Deb start shaking as her arms tighten around her shoulders, and Deb chokes out,
“I- I- I’m gonna-!”
Gina wraps an arm around Deb’s waist, kisses Deb’s neck and shoulder with an open mouth, and keeps her fingers pressed where Deb needs them- Deb cries out. She quivers and trembles, and her thrusts become erratic, and then they become weak. And then she’s moving her hips only slightly, and she’s sweating and gasping for air in Gina’s arms.
Things suddenly feel very quiet. Gina can hear crickets again, the blood no longer rushing quite as hard in her ears. A gentle wind tousles her damp hair. She bites her lip as Deb squirms away from her touch. Briefly, she’s worried that she’s done something wrong; then Deb kisses her. She kisses her, and it’s tender, and it’s sweet, and she melts at the feeling of Deb cupping her face so softly in her hands. Deb eventually pulls away.
“Did you come?” Gina asks immediately. She’s pretty certain that Deb did indeed just come in her palm, but she needs confirmation, some part of her brain still seeming to hold some amount of disbelief that this is even really happening right now. And Deb laughs breathlessly and combs her fingers through Gina’s hair, gives her another quick kiss and says,
“yes, I came.”
And Gina feels like a dizzy, exhilarated puddle. Deb kisses her again, and then Gina feels Deb’s hands moving up her thighs, edging underneath her skirt.
“I want you to come too,” Deb says to her headily. Gina feels like she probably could come just from Deb saying that, but then Deb gets further into her skirt, runs her fingertips over the seam of Gina’s panties, and smiles shyly as she asks, “what do you want me to do?”
Gina doesn’t even need to think about it. “I want you inside me.”
Without hesitation, Deb takes Gina’s undies and starts pulling them down. She has to shuffle out of Gina’s lap, and they both start giggling as they move and try to rearrange themselves in the seats. After relocating her previously discarded purse to the front seat, Gina ends up laying on her back, one foot planted on the car floor next to her discarded panties, and the other propped against the door handle; she laughs a little as she watches Deb remove all the rings from her right hand. But she stops when Deb leans over her. Gina takes Deb’s face in her hands, pulls her in close as Deb rucks up her skirt.
“Tell me if this feels good,” Deb whispers, and then her slim fingers are pressing against Gina, and Gina’s way past cloud nine, she’s already on cloud nine hundred. It feels like she’s rising even higher than that as Deb makes a slow, wet circle around her clit, and then lets her fingers slide further down, lets them start to push inside her. Gina grips Deb’s shoulders, bucks her hips, gets herself farther down Deb’s fingers; Deb pushes all the way in, and Gina moans, loud and long.
“Oh, God,-oh, fuck,” she whines, “that feels- so good!”
Deb starts pushing and pulling, moving her fingers in and out, slowly inching deeper and deeper; Gina moves her hips in tandem, driving herself up into Deb’s touch, losing herself in the feeling of Deb fucking her, losing herself in the insane reality that is, Deb is fucking her and trying to make her come. Deb leans down and licks at Gina’s tongue, uses her other hand to grab Gina’s ass, and Gina runs her fingers down Deb’s smooth back and realizes that this is literally the best sex she’s ever had and she hasn’t even had an orgasm yet. But she certainly isn’t far. In fact, Deb starts kissing her neck, and she feels Deb’s teeth scrape gently at her collarbone, and she feels a burning thrill.
“Please bite me,” she hears herself beg.
Deb bites fervently at the skin just below her ear- Gina grabs her wrist and thrusts rapidly, fucking herself with Deb’s fingers. And she wails as her orgasm runs through her like a train. She can feel Deb smiling against her neck, and it makes her peak that much sweeter. She doesn’t stop thrusting until she’s so oversensitive she can’t stand it anymore.
“Okay, okay,” she concedes helplessly, and she holds Deb limply and tries to catch her breath as Deb retracts her fingers. Gina can’t even keep her eyes open as she lays there and pants; she feels Deb gently kiss her sternum, feels her lay her cheek to rest against her chest. Gina weakly runs her fingers through Deb’s cropped hair.
“…Holy shit,” she finally gathers the energy to mutter. “Are you… Have you really never done that before?”
Deb laughs and her breath tickles Gina’s skin, “no, never.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” Gina says under her breath, and Deb laughs again.
“Was this your first time with a girl?” Deb asks, tracing light abstract shapes over Gina’s side.
“Mhmm,” Gina hums. “I would’ve made a move on you so much sooner if I had known…”
She trails off. There are too many directions she could go with her sentence, and she can’t think straight enough right now to choose which one to go with. But Deb hums in agreement anyways. And Gina has the feeling Deb already does understand.
They lay there together for what’s either a few minutes or an hour, Gina can’t really tell. She wishes they could stay here in this moment forever. However, she really doesn’t want to fall asleep half naked in this remote lookout.
“We should get up,” she says to Deb reluctantly.
“Yeah,” Deb murmurs. “Probably.”
Gina finally opens her eyes as she feels Deb lift herself up. She watches Deb reach down beneath the seats; Deb hands over Gina’s undies. Gina laughs and takes them, and finally sits up so she can put them back on. She remembers about Deb’s,
“what are you gonna do with yours?”
Expressionless, Deb takes her own ripped undies, somehow pulls them off of herself without removing her pants, and throws them away from the car. Gina hears them land in the bushes. They were baby blue hipsters, with lacy hems. Deb buttons her pants back up matter of factly. Gina feels horny again.
“You’re so hot,” she mutters mindlessly. It makes Deb grin, and Deb kisses her again, and then they make out for some amount of time that isn’t nearly long enough for Gina, before Deb breaks away and hands Gina her bra.
“Are you awake enough to drive?” Deb asks as she puts her own clothes back on. “I could drive myself back to my place if you want some more time to rest.”
Part of Gina wants to be chivalrous and insist on driving Deb home like a proper gentleman, but the rest of her simply wants to gaze at Deb instead of gazing at the road, so she agrees, and they both move back into the front seat. Gina hands Deb her keys.
“Wanna put in that Throwing Muses CD?” Deb asks as she wakes up Gina’s car.
Gina happily inserts the CD for her, and Gina spends the entire ride staring at Deb. She already wants Deb’s fingers back inside her, and Deb’s tongue anywhere she can get it. Deb’s pulling up to an unassuming little house before Gina knows it.
“This is me,” Deb sighs. She looks at Gina with those big green eyes. “You gonna be able to drive home?”
“Yes, definitely,” Gina says, sitting up.
Deb hesitates in the drivers seat. She flexes her fingers around the wheel, “can we, um- would you want to ever-?”
“Let’s do this again sometime,” Gina smiles. “And, let’s, um… Let’s go somewhere.” She feels like a popped balloon, “I… I want to hang out with you. I like you. I don’t just want this to only be about…” She points at the backseat with her thumb, and Deb smiles widely.
“Me either,” Deb whispers. “I like you too.”
Gina kisses her, and she feels like her heart is singing.
“I’ll get started on that mixtape,” Deb breathes as they part.
Gina scoots into the driver’s seat as Deb gets out, still feeling dazed. “Thanks for doing that.”
Deb crosses her arms and rests them against the car door. “Thanks for being my first time,” she whispers, and she gives Gina a kiss that makes her even wetter than she was before.
“Okay, I have to get going before I try to be your second time, too,” she says, and Deb laughs and steps away.
“Drive safe,” she says, “I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”
Work tomorrow. That’ll be interesting.
“Yeah, I’ll see you then,” Gina laughs incredulously. She looks at Deb’s beautiful face one more time. “Goodnight, Deb.”
Deb smiles softly, gives an awkward wave that makes Gina’s heart pang again. “’Night, Gina.”
Gina watches Deb head into her house in her rearview mirror as she drives away. On her way home, she wonders what she might be able to make in exchange for this mixtape. She thinks about the drawings and crafts Corey makes for AJ, and the paintings he makes for her. And she laughs with unbridled, maybe slightly crazed joy and amusement, imagining the four of them on a double date.
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