"Ginny…" Kara said softly.
"I just want to… feel you again… with my mouth," Ginny murmured against her.
Kara drew in a deep breath, her body numb and she laid back, letting Ginny move over her. When Ginny’s arms wrapped around her hips, pushing Kara’s legs even farther apart, she felt her body respond again. Ginny moved with such slowness, such gentleness over her, as if all she wanted was to taste her, to drink her fill.
Ginny felt Kara respond, felt Kara’s body move against her mouth and she sighed, loving the way she could make Kara want her. Her tongue teased her, moving around Kara’s desire until Kara whimpered softly.
"You’re driving me crazy," Kara breathed. "I can’t stand it."
Ginny lifted her head and smiled. "I didn’t think you’d be ready . . .."
"I am," Kara whispered.
Ginny’s smile vanished, her desire for this woman overtaking her and she groaned softly when her mouth settled over her again. She couldn’t get enough of her and she inhaled deeply, savoring her scent, holding Kara’s legs apart as her tongue plunged inside of her, then out to tease her swollen nub.
"Yes… oh, please… Ginny… hurry," Kara whispered and Ginny did.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
KARA FELT GINNY move away, taking her warmth with her, and she opened her eyes, finding Ginny sitting on the side of the bed, the sheet wrapped loosely around her hips.
"What is it?" Kara asked.
"I’ve got to go," Ginny said.
Kara reached out and touched her back, moving lightly across her silken skin. "What time is it?" She didn’t even remember falling asleep.
"After two," Ginny said.
"Are you all right?" Kara asked softly.
Ginny smiled in the darkness. She was exhausted. Her body was numb and she was certain that she wouldn’t be able to walk. But all right? She didn’t know. She felt almost as if she were in a dream. Almost. She turned around and took Kara’s hand, bringing it to her lips, tasting the remnants of her desire still clinging to Kara’s fingers.
"I’m fine, really," she murmured. "But I’ve got to go. Nana will be worried."
Kara knelt behind her, brushing her hair off of her neck and putting her lips there. Ginny sighed, surprised that her body still had the energy to respond. She turned and found Kara’s lips, swollen like her own after their night of lovemaking.
"We need to talk," Kara stated gently.
"Yes, I know." Ginny smiled slightly and touched Kara’s face, feeling her jaw clinch. "Last night was…"
"Incredible," Kara finished for her.
"Yes. Yes, it was. But I need some time… to think," Ginny said softly. She felt Kara withdraw, felt her body tense and she brushed at Kara’s hair gently, letting her fingertips run down her smooth cheek to her swollen lips. "I’ve got to go," she said again.
Kara nodded. "Okay."
"Kara… it’s never been like this for me," she confessed. "I’m so scared."
"I know. But please don’t hate me. No matter what happens, please don’t hate me."
"No. I don’t. I couldn’t."
Ginny reached for her clothes and she felt Kara’s eyes on her. Her body responded just knowing that Kara was looking at her and she wanted to crawl back in bed with Kara and make love all over again. But she dressed slowly, not daring to look at Kara. She needed some time to sort out her feelings.
"I got up at midnight and you still weren’t home," Nana said as they had coffee. "I was beginning to worry."
"I’m sorry. Time just got away," Ginny said weakly. She knew she looked a sight. She could hardly meet her own eyes in the mirror. Her lips were swollen and red and she was certain that Nana would be able to tell exactly what she had been doing last night.
"Well, you look like you’ve hardly slept a wink. And as tired as you’ve been lately," Nana fussed.
And she was exhausted. More tired than she could ever remember being. Her thoughts felt jumbled. Should she feel ashamed? Should she be thinking of Phil? All she could see was Kara, Kara’s beautiful body under her hands, under her mouth. Kara crying out when Ginny’s tongue touched her. Ginny crossed her legs and looked away. She wanted her. After spending hours loving her last night, she still wanted her. She could spend hours more in her arms.
"Ginny?"
"Hmmm?"
"Are you worried about Phil?" Nana asked.
"Phil?"
"Well, he hasn’t called in awhile and you just haven’t been yourself lately. Why don’t you give him a call," Nana said gently. "It wouldn’t hurt for you to make the next move, you know."
Oh, Nana, if you only knew, she thought. She sighed wearily. "No, he hasn’t called in a couple of weeks."
"More like four," Nana said.
"I don’t want to call him, Nana," Ginny said firmly.
"This playing hard to get will only last so long," Nana said.
Ginny laughed. "I’m not playing hard to get. I’m just not ready to see him," she said.
"Have you talked to Kara about him?"
"Yes. We’ve talked," Ginny said, and it wasn’t a lie. Kara knew all about Phil.
"What does she think?"
Ginny was nearly overcome with a case of nervous laughter and she covered her mouth with her hand. God, what was she supposed to say to that? That Kara thinks that a man has no idea how to touch a woman? And it was true, of course.
"She thinks I don’t love Phil," Ginny said.
"Well, she’s probably not the best one to ask. After all, she’s never been married," Nana said.
Not to a man, no.
At lunch, Ginny walked to the park, eating her sandwich without tasting it, her mind jumping between Kara and Phil. She had spent four years with Phil, going on five now if she counted the separation. Only one night with Kara. And there was no doubt in her mind that she had found what she had been looking for. That burning desire. That magic. And she had found it in another woman’s arms. In Kara’s arms. And she was still frightened.
Now what? Was she a… lesbian? Would she feel that way in any woman’s arms? She didn’t think so. It wasn’t as if she was attracted to every woman she saw. Only Renee before this. But was that the truth? After Renee, she had refused to form any close friendships with women. She knew now, that self-consciously, she was running, hiding. She had just never entertained the idea of being with a woman sexually. It hadn’t been a possibility before. She just assumed that what she had with Phil was all there was and that it would have to be enough.
But again, the question nagged at her. Was it Kara or was it women? She thought back to the first time she had met Kara, that day in the store. Hadn’t she felt something even then? Hadn’t her breath caught when she looked into Kara’s blue eyes? Yes. And the more she was with her, the more she thought about her, about being touched by her.
She threw her sandwich away and walked along the trail, remembering last night. She had been afraid. She hadn’t known what to do. But in Kara’s arms, she knew. She knew how to touch her, knew what made Kara’s body respond. She just knew. Like Kara had known.
She leaned against a tree, her eyes closed to the sun and she remembered Kara’s mouth on her, her tongue sliding through her wetness, bringing her to orgasm. Her breath caught, feeling the now familiar desire surge through her. Desire for Kara, a woman.
Why hadn’t Phil ever loved her that way? He had never even tried and she hadn’t known that she wanted him to. Would it have been the same with him? No. But if he had, would she then have been satisfied? No. Phil just didn’t make her feel the way that Kara did. And she had never wanted to pleasure Phil the way that she did Kara.