She waited for the shame to strike her, but it didn’t. She had been nervous, so nervous. Even now, she still had a hard time believing that she had spent the night making love with a woman, making love to a woman. But she had. And it had felt so right. Maybe that’s what frightened her now. It had felt right to be with Kara. And it was okay. She had survived.
She pushed off the tree, heading back. She was ready for the day to be over. She wanted to see Kara again. And she wasn’t frightened in the least.
"I’m going to Kara’s," Ginny said. "Don’t wait dinner."
"Again? Isn’t she working?"
"I don’t know." Had she been able to work? "I might be late," Ginny called.
"Well, I won’t worry if you are. You’ll get something to eat?"
Ginny felt a blush creep along her face as Nana watched her. Something to eat? They wouldn’t bother with food, no. Each other’s body was all the nourishment they needed tonight.
Ginny found Kara on the porch and their eyes held. Ginny saw relief in Kara’s eyes and she smiled slightly. She took Kara’s hand and led her inside without a word.
They stood staring, their eyes seeking. Then they flew together, arms wrapping around the other, lips searching and touching, tongues dancing in greeting. Ginny reached up and pulled Kara’s shirt over her head, again finding no bra. Her hands went to her, cupping her swollen breasts, taking a nipple into her mouth.
Kara groaned, her own hands reaching out to Ginny, lifting her shirt, touching her warm skin.
Ginny drew back and stripped off her shirt, watching Kara’s eyes darken when she dropped her bra to the floor. Ginny took her hand and led her into the bedroom, not bothering with the covers. She drew Kara to the bed, her hands shoving between Kara’s legs, cupping her through her shorts. She wanted her. She couldn’t control this wild hunger she had. She had ached with it all day. She wanted her now and her fingers were frantic as they shoved inside her shorts. Her tongue pushed against Kara’s and she moaned when she felt her flesh, hot and wet to her touch.
Kara laid back, sensing Ginny’s need for her. She unbuttoned her shorts, giving Ginny room and her legs parted for her, ready for her.
Ginny plunged inside of her, deep and hard and Kara surged up to meet her, her hips undulating against Ginny’s fingers. Ginny pulled out, sliding through her wetness, moving over her like silk and she stroked her, faster, until she felt Kara still against her hand and cry out, her legs wrapping tight against Ginny’s fingers.
Ginny felt perspiration on her brow and she closed her eyes, shocked by her need for this woman. She had never been aggressive in bed before. Phil wouldn’t have allowed it. But with Kara, she felt free to express herself, express her desire.
"I wanted you," Ginny whispered.
Kara pulled Ginny into her arms and held her, her lips brushing lightly across her damp forehead.
"You’re a very fast learner," Kara murmured. "Sure you haven’t done this before?"
"Only in my dreams." Ginny rested her head on Kara’s breast while the other made lazy circles across her stomach. "I couldn’t stop thinking of you today."
"That makes two of us," Kara said.
"I wasn’t sure if you still wanted me," Ginny admitted.
"Why would you think that?"
"I didn’t know if last night was just… if all you wanted…"
"Just one night?" Kara supplied.
Ginny nodded.
"I haven’t wanted like this in a very long time, Ginny. You scare me, too. This is new for you. You don’t know what you want, you don’t know what’s out there."
"And you do?" Ginny whispered.
"I know I want you, yes. But you…"
"I want you, too. It doesn’t matter what’s out there, Kara."
Kara watched her, wanting to believe her. But Ginny didn’t know how it could be. She had no one to compare Kara with. And what did she want? A summer affair? No. She was too old for that. And her feelings for Ginny went beyond an affair. She was falling in love with her and her eyes widened, shocked by her own admission.
"What are you thinking?"
"Nothing," Kara murmured. "Let me love you," she whispered and she silenced Ginny with her mouth, swallowing her questions.
Ginny’s questions died as thought was lost under Kara’s insistent mouth. With gentle hands, Kara shoved Ginny’s shorts down, her hands moving lightly over her body. Kara shrugged her own shorts off and lay naked on top of Ginny, pressing her into the bed, warming her body with her own. Ginny held her, brushing her hands through Kara’s short hair, guiding her mouth to her breast.
Kara covered her full breast, her tongue raking lightly across the taut nipple. Ginny moaned in her ear and Kara closed her eyes, loving the sounds of pleasure coming from Ginny.
Kara drew back and smiled. "Tell me what you want," she whispered.
"Kara…"
"Tell me and I’ll do it. Anything."
Ginny’s hips pressed up, her desire boiling over. "I want your mouth… your tongue… where only you have been." She was so wet and she parted her legs, wrapping them around Kara’s thigh, pressing her wetness to her.
Kara kissed her, her tongue brushing lightly across her lips, then she gasped as Ginny sucked her tongue inside her mouth. Her thigh pushed harder against Ginny’s wetness, meeting the thrusts of Ginny’s hips.
"Please… your mouth," Ginny murmured against Kara’s lips. "I want your mouth to take me." She was so near orgasm already but all she wanted was Kara’s hot mouth on her, where she had been remembering it all day. Her hips slowed and she urged Kara downward, pushing lightly on her shoulders.
Kara felt the urgency in Ginny’s hands, saw the look of pleasure on her face as Kara slid lower along her body. Her hands pushed Ginny’s legs apart and her mouth found her, wet and wanting. Ginny pressed up and met her, opening wider and her breath hissed between her teeth.
"Kara… Kara." God, yes. This was what she wanted, what only this woman had ever given her.
Her whispered name was like a drug and Kara nearly devoured her in her desire to please her. Her tongue moved through her wetness, surrounding her. Her mouth opened and she covered Ginny completely, sucking her hungrily into her mouth.
"Dear Lord," Ginny breathed and she clutched at Kara, her heels digging into the bed.
Kara’s shoulders pushed into Ginny, driving her legs apart, pushing her farther up the bed with the force of her desire.
"Oh, God!" Ginny screamed. "Kara…" Ginny’s heart pounded in her ears and Kara’s mouth sucked her in, not letting her go and Ginny was filled with such sweet pleasure. Her body throbbed against Kara’s face and she felt as if she were drowning, sinking into blackness, trying to catch her breath. "Yes, yes… God, yes," she breathed, feeling her orgasm build, threatening to swallow her, to end this sweet torture. It came to her slowly, climbing, driving her mad and she pulsed in Kara’s mouth, spasms shaking her. Kara’s mouth held her, continuing her assault on her as wave after wave rammed into Ginny, causing her to cry out Kara’s name again and again.
When her body stilled and her hips lay limply on the bed, only then did Kara’s mouth leave her. Ginny could not even open her eyes and she rolled her head from side to side.
"I didn’t think it could possibly get any better than last night," she whispered. "But each time…"
"I know." Kara bit her neck gently, then moved to her ear. "I wanted you like that all day," she whispered back.
"I don’t think I can move."
Kara leaned up on her elbow, letting her eyes move lovingly over Ginny’s face, down to her breasts. She was in love with her. The certainty of that thought filled her heart painfully. Love brought hurt. It always did. She touched Ginny’s face gently, her eyes lingering on her full lips. She hadn’t been looking for love, of course. The women who had shared her bed since Marsha were simply diversions. Someone to ease a lonely night, someone to talk to for a moment, then gone. No feelings were involved. No commitments, no worries. Just a physical release that they both had needed.