Chapter 2
The next morning, Lisa woke up early to call her DI and see if she could take the day off. Although she hadn’t planned on taking any more time off, especially after her recent suspension and annual leave, she felt a strong urge to spend the day with Carla, after their time together yesterday. Having shared both breakfast and lunch with the brunette, Lisa couldn’t shake thoughts of Carla—something that had been consuming her lately. Now that they were in a relationship, she wanted to maximise their time together, especially since the factory owner was recovering from surgery and not at work.
After her shift the day before, Lisa had promised Betsy they would have dinner at the Bistro, and she knew she couldn't break that promise to her. As much as she longed to be with Carla, Betsy was, and would always be, her top priority. Later that night, after Lisa had got into bed, the idea of taking the day off struck her. She hadn’t mentioned it to Betsy because she didn't want to wake her up just to share that she was considering spending the day with her girlfriend. She also hadn't told Carla; she wanted it to be a surprise and didn’t want to raise her hopes in case her request for leave was denied.
Lisa finally plucked up the courage and called her DI to request annual leave. Anxiety twisted in her stomach at the possibility of her request being denied. To her surprise, the DI was enthusiastic about granting her the day off, knowing how hard Lisa had worked before her suspension and feeling remorse over her wrongful arrest in the murder of Joel Deering. Grateful for the approval, Lisa thanked him and began to prepare for the day ahead.
Frantically rummaging through her wardrobe, Lisa searched for the perfect outfit. She wanted to impress Carla and surprise her. Although Carla had already agreed to explore their relationship, Lisa felt compelled to make an effort. Her strong feelings for Carla drove her to seek perfection.
After about ten minutes of considering her options, she finally chose a sheer white top paired with black jeans. She had worn the top months ago when she visited Carla in her office to discuss Betsy's work experience, yet she hadn’t confessed to Carla that she'd dressed up for that occasion. After straightening a few kinks from her hair and applying some makeup, she glanced at her phone to check the time. She assumed Carla was likely awake, but she hesitated to call her too early, not wanting to risk waking her like she did the day before. Even though Carla had said she didn’t mind the wake up call, Lisa didn’t want to make a habit of disturbing her sleep, especially so soon after her hospital stay.
Once she was ready, Lisa gently knocked on Betsy's bedroom door, greeted by a groggy grunt from her sleepy teenage daughter. Speaking softly to avoid waking her fully, Lisa informed her that she was leaving for the day and told her to text if she needed anything. Knowing Betsy could manage to get to college on her own, Lisa didn’t expect her to request a lift today, especially since she didn’t need to be there until 10:30. Betsy stirred at her mother's voice, mumbled a response, and then snuggled back under her covers for some extra sleep. Satisfied that Betsy was fine, Lisa grabbed her bag and keys before quickly heading out the door to meet Carla.
After a quick drive to the cobbled street, Lisa parked her car and made her way to Roy's to pick up breakfast for both women, a routine that was becoming a sweet tradition. She ordered the same meal they had the previous morning and added two cakes for later, asking Roy to choose Carla's favorites so she wouldn’t be disappointed with the selection. After thanking Roy and paying for her order, she pulled out her phone, deciding it was a good time to call her girlfriend.
“Good morning, beautiful!” Carla answered with a wide smile. Although her girlfriend couldn’t see her, she knew the warmth was evident in her voice.
“Morning, darling.” The pet name slipped out effortlessly, welcomed by both of them. “I was wondering if you’d like some company today?” she asked hopefully.
“Oh, what a lovely surprise! I would love your company. Are we having a breakfast date like yesterday?” Carla replied, smiling.
“Well, yes... but I was hoping we could spend a bit more time together today. I managed to get the day off work, and I would really love to spend it with you, if you’re free?” Lisa anxiously awaited Carla's response, only now realising that Carla might have plans.
Carla smiled so widely that her cheeks began to ache. “Hmm… I’ll have to check my schedule,” she said with a playful laugh.
Despite her unease, Lisa knew her girlfriend was teasing her. “Oh, really? Well, if you’re not free, I’ll just have to eat all this food by myself.”
“No, no... I’m definitely free,” Carla quickly responded, laughing, eager to assure Lisa not to change her mind about coming over.
“That’s great to hear! I’m actually standing outside your flat; can you buzz me in?”
Carla practically sprung off the sofa to let her girlfriend in. Upon Lisa’s entrance, Carla's breath caught at the sight of her. She could see that Lisa had made an effort, and suddenly felt underdressed in comparison. But instead of feeling anxious, she was simply captivated by Lisa’s beauty, which seemed to shine even more each time they met, stunning her into momentary silence. Thankfully, Lisa busied herself with placing the food and drinks on the counter, not noticing Carla's pause.
Once she gathered herself, Carla closed the front door and made her way toward Lisa in the kitchen. She wrapped her arms around Lisa's waist from behind, feeling the warmth radiating from her girlfriend. Leaning in, she placed a gentle kiss on Lisa's shoulder, sending shivers down her spine. “This is such a lovely surprise,” she whispered in Lisa's ear, slowly turning her around to face her, their eyes locking in a moment of pure connection before Carla captured her lips in a kiss, filled with passion and longing.
As the kiss deepened, Carla's hand threaded through Lisa's blonde locks, applying a slight tug that elicited a soft moan from her girlfriend. The sound sent waves of exhilaration through Carla, instantly heightening the intensity of the moment. Lisa instinctively grasped Carla's waist, seeking to pull her closer, and both women stumbled back, searching for the edge of the counter for stability. When Carla’s back met the cool surface of the countertop, a moan escaped her lips, and she felt a warmth bloom between her thighs, igniting a desire that was hard to contain.
Lisa pulled away slightly, a playful grin dancing on her lips. “As much as I’m enjoying this… and I really am… we should probably not get too carried away or our breakfast will get cold.”
Reluctantly, Carla pulled back, a soft laugh escaping her. “You’re probably right. But I can’t help it; you look irresistible.” She shook off the allure of the moment and playfully gestured for Lisa to follow her. “Come on then, tell me about your dinner with Betsy last night,” she said as she walked over to the sofa, balancing coffees in each hand while Lisa grabbed the sandwiches.
As they settled onto the sofa, steaming cups of coffee in hand, Lisa couldn’t help but smile, still feeling the warmth of their kiss lingering on her lips. She glanced at Carla, who was curiously waiting for her to share the details of her dinner with Betsy.
“Well,” Lisa began, taking a sip of her coffee to give her thoughts a moment to organise. “Last night was surprisingly great. I was a bit nervous at first, to be honest. You know how hesitant she’s been about us.”
Carla nodded, remembering the times Betsy had expressed concern about their connection, worried that Lisa might be rushing things after Becky’s death and not wanting her deceased mother to be replaced. “Yeah, I do. I wondered how she’d react to you… you know, being serious with me. I know she seemed to be on board when we told her but i did wonder if her change of heart was genuine"
“Exactly,” Lisa continued. “But last night, she really surprised me. She actually showed me some of her college work—her fashion designs. They were stunning! I had no idea she had that much talent.”
Carla’s eyes sparkled with genuine excitement. “Really? I always knew she had an eye for design. I’ve been lucky enough to get a sneak peak of some of her college work at the factory. What kind of designs did she show you?”
Lisa leaned in, thrilled to share this piece of joy. “They were mostly sketches, some fabric samples, and a couple of mood boards.” She chuckled softly, remembering the vibrant colors and intricate patterns. “It was like stepping into her world for a bit. She even talked about her inspirations and some of the places she wants to visit for research, which was a huge step for her.”
Carla smiled, pleased to hear this newfound openness from Betsy. “That’s wonderful! It sounds like she’s really starting to trust you more.”
“Right? It was such a shift,” Lisa agreed, her voice brimming with enthusiasm.
“That’s really impressive,” Carla said, genuinely touched by the progress in Lisa’s relationship with her daughter. “It shows she’s growing and maybe coming to terms with your relationship with me too.”
“Yeah,” Lisa replied, a thoughtful look crossing her face. “I felt it. There was this moment during dinner when she looked me in the eyes and said she respects my choices. It was so unexpected, considering how guarded she’s been before. I think seeing us together and how happy I am with you has finally opened her eyes a bit.”
Carla took Lisa's hand, squeezing it gently. “That’s such a positive shift for both of you. I’m really proud of you. It takes a lot to navigate a tricky teenager.” She didn’t say any more, not wanting to overstep.
“Thanks Carla, for everything” Lisa smiled, grateful for Carla’s support. “I’ve been hoping for this kind of breakthrough, and to see her taking steps toward acceptance feels like a huge weight off my shoulders."
They both fell into a comfortable silence for a moment, content in the warmth of their connection, knowing that not only was Lisa's relationship with Carla blossoming, but also her bond with her daughter was beginning to mend. It felt like a new chapter was unfolding, one filled with understanding, openness, and the potential for deeper connections all around them.
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As the last remnants of breakfast were cleared away, the sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the kitchen. Lisa and Carla exchanged soft smiles, their laughter lingering in the air like a sweet melody.
“Shall we?” Lisa suggested, tilting her head toward the bedroom. Anxiety bubbled within her — the warmth between them felt electric, and they both had been tiptoeing around their emotions since deciding to fully embrace their relationship.
“Definitely,” Carla replied, her voice soft yet inviting.
They moved to the familiar bedroom, where the atmosphere was thick with anticipation. Lisa could feel her heart racing as she took Carla's hand, leading her to the bed. Carefully, she guided Carla to sit down, her instinct to protect evident. Carla had made incredible strides in her recovery, but Lisa knew how important it was to be gentle.
Sitting close, they locked eyes, and in that moment, Lisa saw a mix of vulnerability and desire mirrored in Carla's gaze. It fueled her passion, igniting a fire that had been smoldering since they last shared intimacy. Leaning in, Lisa brushed her lips against Carla's, the kiss tentative at first, testing the waters of this new chapter.
Carla responded with equal tenderness, her hands gently cradling Lisa’s face as they deepened the kiss, a slow exploration of affection mixed with longing. Every touch was reverent, every caress deliberate. Lisa kissed her with a softness that spoke of love and patience, savoring the taste of Carla’s lips, the warmth of their bodies inching closer.
After a few lingering kisses, Lisa pulled back slightly, studying Carla's face, searching for any signs of discomfort. To her relief, Carla smiled, her eyes sparkling with warmth. Encouraged, Lisa leaned down, planting soft kisses along Carla's jawline, trailing down to her neck, feeling the subtle rise and fall of her breathing. Each kiss was a promise, a reminder of their connection and the trust they were building.
Carla wrapped her arms around Lisa, pulling her closer, their bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. A wave of exhilaration washed over them, igniting a warmth that enveloped them.
“You’re so beautiful,” Lisa murmured against Carla’s skin, her breath warm and inviting. Carla's cheeks flushed with a mix of pride and desire at the compliment, every word igniting a deeper yearning within her.
Gently, Lisa brushed a strand of hair away from Carla's face, their eyes locking once more. In that look, they shared a promise — of understanding and a deepening bond.
“Are you okay?” Lisa whispered, needing assurance as they navigated this intimate space together.
“More than okay,” Carla replied, her voice filled with warmth and sincerity. “Just be with me.”
Encouraged by Carla's words, Lisa leaned down again, their lips meeting in a more passionate kiss. With each movement, they allowed themselves to explore the depths of their connection, moving together in a rhythm that felt both familiar and new.
As their kiss deepened, their breaths mingled, and the world outside ceased to exist. Lisa's hands found their way to Carla's waist, fingers trailing along the edge of her shirt, teasingly lifting it to reveal a soft line of skin. Carla responded with a sigh, arching her back slightly, inviting Lisa's touch.
With deliberate slowness, Lisa peeled the shirt off Carla's shoulders, revealing the delicate curve of her collarbone and the gentle swell of her breasts. Carla’s breath quickened as Lisa traced the outline of her body with her fingertips, exploring every inch, leaving trails of warmth in her wake.
“Your skin is so soft,” Lisa murmured, her voice thick with desire. Carla smiled shyly, her cheeks flushed with warmth, feeling a rush of confidence beneath Lisa's attentive gaze.
As they sank onto the bed, the softness of the sheets enveloped them. Lisa pressed her body against Carla’s, feeling the electric connection as their skin made contact. She planted kisses along Carla's jawline, trailing down to her neck, where she lingered, planting soft bites that elicited a gentle moan.
“Please, don’t stop,” Carla breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, lost in the sensations that coursed through her.
Lisa responded by capturing Carla’s lips once more, pouring all of her longing into the kiss, their mouths moving in harmony, a rhythmic dance. As their hands explored each other’s bodies, Lisa’s fingers found the clasp of Carla's bra. With a practiced flick, she released it, letting the fabric slide away.
Lisa gently slid down Carla’s trousers, unveiling her with tender care, leaving only her damp black knickers in place. With a soft smile, Lisa began to remove her own clothes, all the while feeling Carla's eager gaze upon her.
Carla shivered with delight, laying bare before Lisa, whose eyes glistened with admiration and desire. Lisa's fingers wandered freely, tracing the curves and valleys of Carla’s body, eliciting gasps and soft sighs as she moved closer, kissing down Carla's body.
With deliberate slowness, Lisa worshipped every inch of Carla’s skin, trailing kisses along her collarbone and down to her breasts, capturing each nipple with her mouth, swirling her tongue in lazy circles that sent waves of pleasure crashing through Carla. Each movement was infused with an affectionate urgency, a blend of tenderness and passion.
“God, you’re incredible,” Carla breathed, her hands tangled in Lisa's hair, urging her to continue as she lost herself in the sensations.
Flushed with desire, Lisa kissed her way down further, relishing the softness of Carla’s stomach, tracing paths with her tongue until she reached the waistband of her underwear.
With a teasing smile, Lisa looked up, locking eyes with Carla, who was breathless with anticipation. She slowly slid the fabric down, revealing the softness hidden beneath, her touch gentle yet electrifying.
“Are you ready?” Lisa asked, her voice a sultry whisper that made Carla nod eagerly, eyes sparkling with desire. There was a flicker of playful mischief in Lisa's expression as she continued her exploration, letting her fingers glide lower, delving into the warmth and slickness between Carla's thighs.
As Lisa's fingers danced over Carla's heat, Carla's back arched off the bed, surrendering to the waves of pleasure that coursed through her. Each touch from Lisa was intentional, tracing delicate patterns that coaxed soft, sweet gasps from Carla’s lips, a melody of desire that filled the room. Lisa watched with admiration, attuned to the unique rhythm that ignited the fire within Carla, the way her body responded, perfectly in tune with each movement.
“Don’t hold back,” Carla encouraged breathlessly, her voice thick with longing, an invitation laced with urgency that sent a thrill through both of them.
With Carla's words urging her on, Lisa shifted her touch to become firmer and faster, each caress becoming bolder, more purposeful. She rhythmically guided Carla towards the precipice of ecstasy, her fingers weaving magic with every stroke. The tension in Carla's body built, a potent energy that reached its peak as Carla trembled, her cries of delight spilling forth, echoing in the atmosphere like the crashing waves of the tide against the shore, each wave a testament to the overwhelming pleasure enveloping her. “Lisa…. Fuuuuuck!”
When the pulse of pleasure subsided, Carla reached for Lisa, her urgency mirroring the intensity that had built between them. “Now, it’s my turn,” she whispered, pushing Lisa back against the soft sheets, the tables turned.
Carla leaned down, her breath warm against Lisa's skin as she kissed a fiery path down her body, mirroring the tender attention Lisa had shown her. Each kiss, every flick of her tongue sent shivers through Lisa, igniting a fire deep within her.
Carla's hands roamed with purpose, finding their way to Lisa's core, where the warmth pulsed with need. As she pressed her fingers softly, an intoxicating wave of desire washed over Lisa, urging her closer to bliss. Time seemed to stretch as Carla skillfully built the tension, alternating between gentle caresses and teasing pressure, igniting Lisa's body with fire.
As the tension built to an unbearable peak, Carla expertly guided Lisa to the brink, the exquisite teasing amplifying every sensation. Lisa's body quivered with anticipation, each caress igniting her deeper need, her breath hitching as she teetered on the edge of bliss.
Carla's fingers danced skillfully, alternating between tantalizing pressure and gentle withdrawal, sending waves of pleasure rippling through Lisa. Each time she pulled back, Lisa felt an intoxicating mix of urgency and frustration—the sweet torment of being edged closer to a release that felt almost within reach.
“Carla….. please..”
Finally, when Carla sensed that Lisa could take no more, she unleashed a flurry of teasing motions that overwhelmed Lisa’s senses, sending her hurtling into a whirlwind of pure ecstasy. The orgasm hit like a tidal wave, crashing over her with breathtaking force.
Lisa's body soared, arcing with pleasure, her cries of delight echoing the crescendo that had been so carefully orchestrated. A vibrant warmth enveloped her as she surrendered fully, lost in the intimate connection they shared—bodies intertwined, hearts racing, and souls resonating in a beautiful harmony of bliss.
“I still can’t believe that you’ve never been with a woman before” Lisa giggled. “That was incredible.”
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Breathless after a morning filled with multiple orgasms, the two women lost themselves in each other, time slipping away as they reveled in the warmth of each other's bodies, a safe haven built on deep feelings and trust. The world outside faded, leaving just the two of them wrapped in each other's arms, where healing and connection intertwined in the most beautiful way.
Lisa gazed down at Carla, whose smile brought her back to reality, anchoring her, their bodies entwined beneath the soft sheets. “I’m so glad we found our way to this,” Lisa murmured, her voice heavy with emotion as she traced patterns on Carla’s back.
“Me too,” Carla replied, her heart full. “You’re worth every moment of waiting.”
They were not just two women sharing an intimate moment; they were partners, navigating life together, ready to embrace whatever came next.