Gingie

"Hey." Her voice sounded, matching the smirk on her face as she held containers of food. 

"What are you doing here?" They asked her, stepping aside and letting her inside. 

"Your mom had decided to work double over Christmas." She said as Y/N took the containers from her and headed towards the kitchen. "I didn't really feel like being alone today so here I am." She looked at them with hopeful eyes, not wanting to be anywhere else but where she was right now. 

"You're always welcome here, Wan." They told her with a soft smile, Wanda shrugging off her coat, hanging it up before helping Y/N get dinner ready. "But we're still watching horrors, no christmas movies allowed." 

"Not even one?" Wanda asked, making the gravy ready for their dinner. 

"Nope, I don't do Christmas here." They told her, a smirk on their face which Wanda soon matched as she leaned closer slightly, her breath lightly fanning over Y/N's lips. 

"I'm sure I can change your mind." She husked out, not failing to notice how Y/N's mind short circuited. "Let's eat." She told them, grabbing her plate and her wine before leading the way into the living room, making herself right at home. Before Y/N could contest, a Christmas movie was already playing on the TV, they couldn't help but let out a small chuckle before taking a seat beside Wanda. "The Grinch is a classic." She told them, taking a small sip of her wine as the movie went on. 

As the movie had come near an end, their empty plates and refilled glasses sat on the coffee table. Y/N's eyes had remained on Wanda for a long duration of the movie, watching how her eyes lit up, how she laughed at some parts, how she had even got herself comfy, curled up at the end of the sofa with a blanket already covering her. 

"So?" Wanda's voice was soft as her eyes turned to find Y/N's already on her. A look in their eyes in which she hadn't seen in a long while. She cleared her throat, hoping to gain their full attention. "What did you think of the movie?" She asked them, her nerves suddenly feeling on fire as their eyes remained on hers. 

"It was good." They told her, shaking their head before turning their attention towards the plates on the table. "I'll just clean these up while you pick another movie." She watched as they hurriedly gathered their dishes and basic ran towards the kitchen. She could hear the water running, the clattering of dishes as you put them on the drainer to dry off. She suddenly felt naked, the way your eyes looked at her with admiration and desire, how you just saw her, the real her. She decided it had been too long since you had returned from the kitchen, the water had already stopped moments ago but you where still nowhere to be seen. So she had got to her feet, the blanket pooling on the floor at her feet and made her way to the kitchen. 

"What's going on?" Wanda questioned as she saw Y/N leaning against the counter, their eyes remained on a spot on the wall. "Y/N, what happened back there?" 

"It's nothing." They spoke with a small smile, shrugging their shoulders as they moved to busy themselves once more.

"It's clearly not nothing, there is something bothering you." She pressed on, stepping closer to them, her eyes burning into their own. "Talk to me." She spoke softly, stopping right in front of them. Neither of them prepared for the next action. Without a single thought, Y/N's hands reached down to cup her cheeks, pressing their lips to her own softly, giving her a chance to pull away. 

Wanda melted into the kiss, her own hands grasping the front of their shirt as she deepened the kiss. Moaning when their tongue pushed past her lips, dancing with her own as they soon turned them both around. Wanda's back now against the counter as Y/N kissed her rougher than before, groaning as she bit their bottom lip as their hands wandered down the sides of her body. Hands stopping at the hem of her shirt, pulling away to ask a silent question as they gently tugged on the fabric. Wanda only answered as she pulled them back into her, whispering a yes against their lips before they helped her remove the shirt. 

Wanda soon gasped as she felt their hands reach up and grasp her breasts, squeezing roughly through her bra. Their lips danced down her jaw and neck, Wanda's head tilted to give them more room, her hand reaching for theirs as her other unbuttoned her jeans. Y/N gasped into her neck as Wanda guided their hand to her already soaked folds, moaning as they ran their finger gathering her juices before applying pressure to her clit. 

"You look so pretty like this." They husked in her ear, biting her lobe as she bucked her hips needing more friction. "I can't wait to taste you." With that, they wasted no time in removing her jeans and underwear, getting on to their knees as they looked up at the woman before them. Watching as Wanda's hands reached behind her back, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor with her other clothes. "Fuck, you're so sexy." They whispered, their hands gently moving across her stomach before they settled between her legs. Wanda's eyes remained on theirs as they soon attacked her clit, sucking and biting as their hands groped at her ass, pulling her impossibly closer. Wanda's moans filled the room, her mind in a inner fight as she knew that this was wrong, but she didn't want it to stop, she wanted more, she wanted you inside of her. 

"OH." Wanda moaned loudly as they plunged two fingers into her dripping core, their lips remained wrapped around her clit as they fingered her at an animalistic pace. Her moaning soon turning into screams of pleasure as they added another finger. It didn't take her too long to cum, Y/N lapping up every last drop before they kissed her pelvis before making their way to their feet. Wanda's hand soon wrapped around their neck, pulling them into a searing kiss, a mess of teeth and tongue as she soon sucked on their tongue before pulling back. "I want you." She husked out, her hand moving to their hardened member. "Take me to bed." 

Y/N wasted no time in picking her up in their arms, carrying her towards their bedroom and gently laying on the bed. She sat up slightly, leaning on her elbows as they kissed her more tenderly. Her eyes never leaving them as they removed their clothes, moving to hover above her, their eyes gazing intensely into her own. 

"Are you sure about this?" They asked her, wanting to know she wanted this. Their thumb gently rubbing circles on her hip as her hands gripped their shoulders. 

"Yes." She breathed out, lifting her hips slightly to grind on Y/N's hardened member, the two moaning at the feeling. "I need you inside of me." She pleaded, begging as she continued her movements. Y/N captured her lips before reaching over for a condom, Wanda took it from them before putting it on them herself. Kissing them roughly before pulling away with their lip between her teeth. "Now fuck me." 

Y/N wasted no time in slamming into her, moaning at the feeling of her warmth around their pulsating member. They moved slow and gently at first, not wanting to hurt her or leave any marks. Wanda's eyes rolled to the back of her head as Y/N had slammed back into her roughly after pulling away slightly. 

"Harder." Wanda gasped, her hands clawing at their back as they continued their movements, increasing their pace as they followed her orders. Watching as her breasts bounced with the sheer force of their movements, her mouth agape as her eyes were screwed shut. "Fuck." She panted as she could feel herself getting closer to her second orgasm. "I'm gonna." She moaned as they thrusted even harder, her hands moving to grip the sheets tightly, her breath getting caught before a loud scream of their name left her lips. Once she had reached her orgasm, Y/N wasted no time in pulling out. 

"Hands and knees." They growled, Wanda wasted no time in doing as she was told. Even though she was extremely sensitive, she still wanted more. 

"Aggh." She moaned as they pushed into her aching core, their hands gripped her hips harshly as they went harder and faster, chasing their own high. Soon their hand moved up her stomach to her chest, pushing her flush against them as their other hand reached down and played with her clit. Their own movements faltering as they got closer to their release. 

"You gonna cum with me pretty girl?" They whispered in her ear, receiving a moan in return. They slapped her clit, causing a high pitched whine as they kept their pace. "Use your words." 

"Yes." She yelled, jolting as they landed another slap to her clit. "Yes. I'm gonna." Her brain began to short circuit as her orgasm came over her. Y/N going harder and faster as she screamed even louder, making a mess all over them and the bed. Once Y/N had slowed their movements down, the two lay down side by side, the silence stretching out between them. 

"We're gonna have to really talk about this aren't we?" Y/N questioned, their eyes remained on the ceiling as Wanda turned to face them. 

"At some point, yeah." She agreed, but then a smirk formed on her face. "But now what is your thoughts on Christmas?" Y/N chuckled as they turned to face her. 

"Well, I guess I can say I got a gift to remember this year." The two chuckled as Wanda moved on top of them, leaning down and capturing their lips in hers. 

"Let's just have tonight." She whispered, her eyes glistening. "And we'll go back to the real world tomorrow, deal with this tomorrow." 

"Of course." Y/N agreed easily, wasting no time in flipping them over and kissing her once more. Soon enough, the Christmas season becoming their favourite. 

Wanda was everything your father wasn’t - attentive, caring, loving, supportive. She always knew when something was wrong and always provided her support when you needed it, while your father was usually in a different state at some conference or on some type of work-related trip. Even when he was around, you still felt closer to Wanda, something about her just drew you in, besides your obvious attraction to her.

But you were considering Carol’s offer, in fact, you gave her a really promising answer, implying a “yes” when she asked you out. You couldn’t keep lusting after a married woman, especially not a woman who filled the role as your stand-in mother, and you couldn’t keep missing out on life experiences because of it. So you agreed to go on the date, hoping it would work out as a distraction from Wanda, a reprieve from your one-sided feelings, a way to move forward and create something special with someone else.

While the decision should’ve made you feel better, proud of yourself even for trying something new and taking your mind off of Wanda, it only made you more anxious. There was still the problem of lacking experience with women. What if you weren’t good enough for Carol? You were worried that you wouldn’t be any good at dating a woman, particularly when it came to sex, having never done anything like that with one before. You’d never even kissed a girl properly, only having shared a drunk makeout session with a friend in your freshman year.

As your thoughts consumed you, you realized you’d been reading the same paragraph over and over again in your textbook, unable to focus on studying, unable to distract yourself from your own insecurities.

With a huff, you closed the textbook and flopped back against your pillows, wishing you could turn your brain off.

Wanda chose that moment to come in, knocking lightly before pushing the door open the rest of the way so she could enter. “Everything okay?” She asked gently, noticing your obvious frustration.

You opened your eyes and sat up slowly. “Yeah, I just can’t focus on studying,” you responded. It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it also wasn’t the full truth either. Unfortunately, Wanda, always so attentive, could tell something was off.

“Are you sure?” She questioned, approaching the bed and taking a seat on the edge beside you. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

You nodded, sighing. “Yeah, thank you Wanda.” You paused, taking a moment to decide whether or not you wanted to talk to her about your current situation. You felt nervous telling her about it, but it really was bothering you, so you figured it couldn’t hurt. “It’s just… someone asked me on a date, a girl, and I said yes, but I have no idea what I’m doing.” You felt Wanda’s unwavering gaze on you as you looked down at your lap. “I’ve never been with a woman before.”

The words came out quieter than you intended, practically a mumble, but Wanda still heard what you said.

“Oh sweetheart, that’s okay,” Wanda cooed, trying to be reassuring despite the pang of jealousy she felt at the thought of you going on a date with some college girl. “We all start somewhere.”

You looked at her and sighed. “I know, I just… what if I’m not good at it?”

“Good at what, malysh?” She asked for clarification.

“At any of it,” you answered, your gaze shifting back to your lap. Her intimidating green eyes never left you and it made you even more nervous, as if the conversation itself wasn’t already making you feel vulnerable.

“Have you been with men before?” Wanda asked, taking a different route.

“Sort of.” You shrugged, still not making eye contact.

“Well, it’s kind of like that, but better,” Wanda said with a smirk, her words making your eyes snap up to meet hers, a shocked expression on your face.

“You- you’ve been with women?” You couldn’t stop the words before they left your mouth.

“Of course,” Wanda replied nonchalantly. “Just because I’m with your dad now doesn’t mean I only like men.”

You felt mixed emotions at the new information, arousal pooling in your lower belly at the thought of Wanda being interested in women, combined with jealousy and disappointment at the thought of her being interested in women that weren’t you.

“I- I didn’t know,” you mumbled, not sure what to say as your thoughts raced.

“It never came up,” Wanda said simply. “But because of my past experiences, I can probably help you,” she started. “What do you want to know, detka?”

A few moments ago you had a million questions, but now that your incredibly beautiful and definitely not straight stepmom was asking you directly what you wanted to know, you were drawing a blank.

“I-” you tried, but you couldn’t think of anything to ask without embarrassing yourself. “I don’t know, I’m not sure what I’m doing exactly.” You settled on the safest option, even though it was still somewhat embarrassing to admit your inexperience to Wanda.

“That’s okay, hon,” Wanda said sweetly, bringing a hand up to push a strand of hair behind your ear. You had to fight back a shudder at the feeling of her fingertips brushing against your skin. “What about this date has you so worked up, hm?”

Her tone was almost condescending with how sweet and motherly it was and you cursed yourself for the effect it had on you. “All of it I guess, but, um, mostly what comes after,” you mumbled almost to yourself, as if speaking quieter would make this moment any less awkward.

“You mean sex?” Wanda asked bluntly with an eyebrow raised and an amused look on her face, despite the fact that internally she hated the thought of you having sex with someone else. Something about having you in this position, so nervous and so vulnerable, made Wanda feel empowered and she was secretly loving it.

You stifled a groan of embarrassment at her bluntness. “Yeah, that,” you managed, certain that your cheeks were red at this point.

“Well, for starters, don’t let that girl pressure you into anything you don’t want to do,” Wanda reassured, surprised when you interjected.

“It’s not that I don’t want to, I’ve just never… I don’t…” you trailed off, playing with your fingers in your lap awkwardly.

“I understand.” Wanda took the reins again, saving you from stumbling over your words.

You gave her a small smile of appreciation, still looking down instead of directly at her. “If you’re really so unsure about it, I could always teach you, detka.”

Your head snapped up, your eyes meeting hers, a mixture between shock and confusion evident on your face. Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to form a coherent response. “I- how would you do that?”

The air was charged now, filled with tension, and while it should have made you feel more nervous, it also made you feel aroused, anticipation building within you.

“If you’re comfortable, I could teach you how to please a woman,” Wanda began, speaking slowly as if she knew that you were hanging on to every word that came out of her perfect lips. “I’ll guide you on what to do, show you how to do it right, and you can practice with me. How does that sound?”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. There was no way Wanda was sitting here now, proposing that you touch her intimately, with her guiding you on how to do it properly. You briefly thought about your father and how wrong this was, but it didn’t seem to bother Wanda. Maybe her intent really was to teach you, to help in any way she could, and who were you to turn her away? You knew you needed to say something back, but you were too stunned by her proposal to come up with a response.

Your silence worried Wanda, maybe she’d gone too far, pushed too hard. She’d always been touchy with you, flirty even, and she’d always had a hunch that you felt something for her, even if it wasn’t a strong enough feeling for you to act on. She’d pushed the boundaries between a mother figure and something else on more than one occasion, but now, as you sat there speechless, she was concerned she’d taken it too far. She bit her bottom lip as she waited for a response, hoping to herself that you’d be willing.

Her heart skipped a beat when you finally spoke. “Are you serious?” You asked, bewildered, staring into her eyes, looking for any sign that she was just joking with you or being anything other than genuine, but you found none.

Wanda nodded shyly, biting her lip again. “Only if you’re comfortable with it. I just want to help, darling,” she followed up, holding eye contact with you as the tension spread. It almost seemed like her eyes shifted down to your lips for the briefest moment, but you weren’t sure if that actually happened or if it was just your wishful thinking.

“I am,” you responded, your voice almost cracking. You cleared your throat and reassured her, nodding. “That would be nice, thank you Wanda.” You tried not to sound too eager even though you were practically salivating at the thought of touching her.

“Of course, detka,” she said with a soft smile, before inching closer to you on the bed. She cupped your cheek with one hand, leaning in. “Have you ever kissed a woman, Y/N?”

“Um, sort of,” you replied, your throat feeling dry all of a sudden.

“That doesn’t sound very memorable,” Wanda remarked with a slight smirk on her face, so close now that you could feel her warm breath against your lips. “Would you like my help with that?”

You weren’t entirely sure this wasn’t a dream, your head feeling fuzzy from Wanda’s closeness, every sensation heightened by your feelings for her. You nodded, words failing you as her beautiful eyes practically stared into your soul while she waited for a response.

“I need words, baby,” she whispered, wanting to get proper consent. “Is this okay?”

You almost had to clench your thighs at how breathy her voice sounded already. The pet name wasn’t helping either; hearing her call you “baby” had heat pooling in your underwear.

“Yes,” you sighed, looking down at her lips for a second before she leaned in further, closing the distance.

When her lips met yours, you had to hold back a groan at how good it felt as your eyes fluttered shut. Her lips were impossibly soft and you already felt yourself getting lost in the kiss before it had really even begun. All you could feel was Wanda, her mouth moving slowly against yours, her weight next to yours on the bed, the closeness of her body to yours, her smell surrounding you as she kissed you gently.

Her lips began moving, kissing you exploratorily as you tried to match her pace and move your lips in sync with hers. If you thought you were turned on before, it was nothing compared to this - this had a fire burning inside of you, your need for the woman before you growing with every second that passed, with every movement of her lips.

When her tongue slid into your mouth unexpectedly, you let out the smallest whimper and felt Wanda’s mouth curve into a smile against yours. You tried to match what she was doing, letting your tongue mingle with hers and quickly becoming addicted to the feeling.

When the kiss started to heat up, Wanda pulled away slightly to catch her breath, humming against your lips as your mouths separated. The sound sent another pang of arousal through your body, leaving you wondering what other sounds she could make.

“That was good,” she commented breathily, her face still inches from yours. “I don’t think you need much help in that department.” Her praise made your heart flutter. Before you could think of any possible reason to get her to kiss you again, she spoke once more. “But that’s only lesson one, detka. There’s still more for you to learn.”

She pulled away and sat back upright, one hand finding its way onto your thigh, making your breath catch in your throat. “Like what?” You asked, trying to play along, despite how distracting she was being.

Wanda smirked before grabbing your hand and pulling you away from the pillows, only to reverse your positions so she was leaning against the head of the bed while you hovered over her. “Like how to really please a woman, how to work her up, make her need you, how to make her feel good…” She answered, drawing out her words as she spoke, effectively seducing you. “That sort of thing,” she finished casually, as if her words hadn’t just turned your core into molten lava.

You blinked down at her, eyes darkened with desire. “I- yeah, that would be good to learn,” was all you could manage to get out, your lust-filled mind working overtime just to come up with words that made sense.

Wanda pulled you closer to her until your bodies were flush, causing your heart to skip a beat. She placed a hand on the back of your neck, playing with your hair as she looked up at you, an indecipherable look on her face. “Lesson two is foreplay, sweet girl,” she said, smiling at the way your face lit up with recognition. “You know what that is, right?”

“Yes,” you replied honestly, feeling almost like you were making her proud by knowing.

“Good,” she cooed, her hand gently applying pressure to the back of your neck, guiding you down towards her. “Now start by kissing my neck, you can suck a little too, but don’t leave any marks.”

You nodded against her, leaning in the rest of the way. You started with a featherlight kiss to the side of her neck, feeling emboldened by her sighing beneath you. You placed a few more experimental kisses to her soft skin, before sucking lightly just below her ear. Wanda hummed beneath you and the sound of her pleasure made you throb - you wanted to hear more.

You mouthed at her neck, letting your teeth graze her skin before running your tongue over the same spot, causing her to gasp. “That’s good, sweetheart,” she praised, her voice shaky. While you were definitely getting off on this, Wanda was practically in heaven. Kissing you, feeling your lips on her neck, guiding you as you tried to work her up, all of it was satisfying her need for you, for now. She was already aroused, her panties clinging to her wet folds, and she couldn’t wait for you to touch her properly.

She pulled your head back up so you were looking at her again and you felt a sense of pride when you noticed her dilated pupils and flushed cheeks. “Make your way down when you’re doing that,” she instructed, before reaching for your hands and bringing them to the hem of her shirt, sliding them under and up towards her chest. “It also helps to use your hands, like this,” she explained, letting your hands cup her full breasts. You realized immediately that she wasn’t wearing a bra - she’d already changed out of her work clothes hours ago - and your head spun as you felt her hard nipples against your palms.

“Try it like this,” she said, her hands on yours under her shirt, showing you how she liked to be touched. She guided you on how to squeeze her tits, how to run your thumbs over her nipples, how to pinch the sensitive buds just right, while you nervously followed her lead. “Now, kiss my neck at the same time.”

You obeyed, leaning back in to kiss along the column of her neck, while your hands worked against her breasts. She moved her hands out of the way, letting you touch her on your own, her eyes closing, and you did your best to focus on both tasks at once. You placed delicate kisses on her skin, sucking lightly like she taught you.

When you gently bit down and simultaneously rubbed her nipples, she moaned, a delicious sound that sent a jolt straight between your legs. You almost short circuited hearing her moan for you, it was so hot and so addicting to have her beneath you, unable to contain her sounds as you touched her.

Wanda was enjoying this far too much, but she was also becoming impatient - having you on top of her, touching her, so eager to please, was making her so wet and she felt like she might explode if you didn’t touch her elsewhere soon. “You’re doing so good,” she breathed out. She guided you away once more, staring up at you lustfully, making a mental note of the haziness behind your eyes. “I think you’re ready for the next lesson, malysh.”

You almost stopped breathing when her hand reached for yours again, leading you down until your fingers were touching the waistband of her sweats. She slid your hand beneath, every second laced with tension and anticipation.

When your fingers came in contact with the front of her damp panties, you almost let out a moan. She was so wet you could feel the evidence of it on your fingertips, through the layer of fabric. “I did that?” You asked surprised, certain you’d never been so turned on in your life.

Wanda bit her lip as she nodded, a sly smile on her face. Just feeling how soaked she was made you want to taste her badly, but you shook the thought from your head and waited for further instruction. Wanda’s hand was still wrapped loosely around your wrist and her grip tightened as she began to move you, causing your fingers to rub against her clothed center.

“Like that,” she sighed as you began to apply more pressure, moving on your own with her simply helping. “Push my panties aside.” You blushed at her words, but listened nonetheless, allowing your fingers to slide beneath the lacy fabric.

You had to stifle another moan when you felt her warm, wet folds against your fingers; she felt amazing and you could feel yourself becoming even more desperate for her.

“Good girl,” she purred, the praise going straight to your core. She used her grip on your wrist to angle your hand, encouraging you to move when she felt your touch where she needed it most. “Now rub my clit, slowly at first.”

You didn’t need to be told twice, wanting nothing more than to give her pleasure, to draw out more of her sweet moans and make her feel good. As soon as you started moving, rubbing small circles into the bud beneath your fingers, she let out a breathy moan, one that made you feel dizzy with lust. “Just like that,” she whispered, letting out another moan as your eager fingers worked against her aching clit.

You were sure at this point that you’d died and ascended to heaven, you were certain there was no better feeling in the world than having your insanely hot stepmom moaning and panting beneath you as you touched her where you’d always dreamed about.

Her head fell back against the pillows, eyes fluttering shut for a moment, eyebrows scrunched in pleasure, and you committed the sight to memory in case this never happened again. You wanted to remember everything. She looked so beautiful like this, her mouth falling open as her hips began to buck up into your hand, seeking more.

“Faster,” she ordered, and you didn’t deny her. Your fingers picked up their pace and she moaned again, her hips grinding up into your fingers with more fervor.

“Fuck, that feels good baby, you’re doing so good,” she panted out, the pleasure coursing through her body with every stroke of your fingers. Her words meant everything to you in that moment and your earlier anxiety was gone.

While you were on cloud nine, Wanda was lost in her fantasy come to life. She finally had her sweet girl taking care of her and you were so good at it, following her instructions perfectly as you brought her closer and closer to the edge. She’d fantasized about this more than she would’ve liked to admit, and she needed this more than anything. You were making her feel so good, but she still needed more.

“Slow down for a second,” she said, not wanting you to stop. “I need- put your fingers inside me, one first, then two.”

You brought your hand down and repositioned so that you could slide a finger into her wet heat, groaning at the feeling of her walls around the digit. You moved in and out for a moment, relishing in the warmth and pulsing of her walls, before sliding a second finger in alongside the first, drawing another beautiful moan from Wanda.

“Fuck,” she whimpered, not expecting so little from you to feel this good. You weren’t even fucking her properly yet and she was already so close to falling apart. “Move your fingers and use your thumb to rub my clit,” she instructed, her head falling back against the pillows again when you began to fuck into her, your thumb nudging her clit with every thrust. “Yeah, fuck, just like that.”

“Fuck,” you murmured when you could hear the sounds of your fingers in her cunt. Her pussy was so hot around your fingers, so wet and perfect and you wanted nothing more than to see it, to taste it.

“Yeah? You like this, hm?” Wanda teased breathily before letting out another moan when you hit the right spot, her nails digging into your back through your shirt. “Right there, do that again.” You angled your wrist so you could curl your fingers against whatever spot you’d just hit, a loud moan ripping from Wanda’s throat at the action. Her hips were moving more frantically now, desperately meeting your thrusts.

Feeling bolder at her response, you leaned in and began kissing her neck again, allowing your teeth to scrape against her skin, inhaling her scent as you fucked her. “Yes, you’re doing so good,” Wanda cried out, her orgasm fast approaching now with your fingers curling inside of her, your thumb on her clit, and your mouth on her neck. It was overwhelming in the best way and she was racing towards the edge just thinking about the fact that you were the one doing it to her.

You continued nipping and sucking at her neck as you brought her closer to the edge, wanting badly to see her fall apart for you. Part of you wanted to give her this because of how much she’d given to you, how sweet she was with you, how loving, and part of you just really wanted to make her cum for you because you could only dream about it for so long, and now it was a reality.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Wanda breathed out. “Don’t stop.” Her words and her body shaking beneath you brought you back to the present moment. You curled your fingers a certain way and her pussy clenched around you, and this time you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning directly in her ear.

That was enough for Wanda to break, her orgasm spreading through her entire body as you kept moving your fingers, leaning back to watch her as she came. It was a beautiful sight, her head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as she trembled against the bedsheets, mouth forming an “O” as moans tumbled from her mouth. She let out a silent scream as she peaked, followed by a long drawn out moan at the relief.

You kept moving until she stopped you, wanting to prolong her pleasure as much as you could, and also selfishly not wanting the moment to end. As she came down, her eyes fluttered back open, her tired gaze meeting yours instantly. She had a satisfied smile on her face and a sheen of sweat on her forehead, her hair mussed up from the pillow behind her, and you swore she had never looked more gorgeous.

“You did so good, darling,” she complimented, still catching her breath. “I think you’re more than ready to be with a woman if it’s something you want.”

The praise made you feel warm inside, but the comment that followed was like ice water being thrown onto you. You had almost forgotten what this was all about in the first place. This wasn’t about you and Wanda, this was about you practicing for your date, for intimacy with other women.

You tried not to let your face fall in disappointment at the harsh reminder, not wanting Wanda to think she did anything wrong. You forced a smile and pulled your hand out of her pants, sitting upright on the bed.

“Thank you, Wanda,” you said as casually as possible, trying to hide your real feelings. “You’re a great teacher.”

Wanda smiled back at you, secretly hoping that your date would go terribly.

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The next week rolled around quickly and so did your date with Carol.

You and Wanda hadn’t really talked about what happened, just carried on like normal - mostly. It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable, but there was some sort of unspoken tension in the air that you had a hard time ignoring.

Wanda seemed to be flirtier than usual, but you tried to think nothing of it, even though it was definitely having an effect on you. Despite that, you tried to move forward and focus on hyping yourself up for your date.

You dressed up a little, wanting to make a good impression for Carol, even when all you’d been able to think about for the last week was Wanda moaning underneath you, the way her lips felt against yours, the way she looked when she came undone from your fingers in her tight cunt.

You tried to shake those thoughts away as you did your hair and makeup, ignoring the feeling in your gut that this was all wrong. You had to give Carol a fair chance, if not for her sake then for Wanda, who was generous enough to teach you how to be with a woman in preparation for this date.

You said your goodbyes to Wanda and headed out the front door, making your way to the restaurant Carol had picked.

Despite trying your hardest to feel something for the other girl, you couldn’t. The date didn’t go horribly, but something was missing and you knew exactly what it was.

When Carol kissed you, it didn’t feel the same. There was no desire, no passion, no fireworks behind your eyes when you felt her lips on yours. By the end of the night, you just wanted to go home, alone, not with Carol, and you unfortunately had to be honest with her about it. The last thing you wanted to do was lead her on, especially when she’d been so sweet and chivalrous on your date.

You told her how you felt, that you’d rather not see where this goes, that you’d prefer to stay friends, of course leaving out the part where you had a huge crush on your stepmom. She took it surprisingly well and that almost made you feel worse for turning her down.

On your way home, you felt like crying. These conflicting feelings you had were affecting your life now, holding you back from being able to want someone else. You’d always wanted to find a special someone, but the only woman you had the capacity to feel that way about was married to your father.

A tear escaped and fell down your cheek as you drove home and you quickly wiped it away, not wanting Wanda to ask too many questions when you came home.

As you arrived home and stepped through the threshold, Wanda perked up from her place on the couch where she’d been reading and watching her shows. “How was the date?” She asked eagerly, standing up and walking towards you until she was close enough to help you with your coat. You didn’t want to talk about it with her, but you were too tired to come up with an excuse.

“Bad,” you responded honestly, shimmying out of your coat.

“Oh,” Wanda said, sounding surprised. She took your coat and hung it up before turning to you, noticing your slumped shoulders and furrowed brows. “Why was it bad, sweetheart?”

You knew you should lie, tell her anything but the truth, but you were frustrated, with both yourself and with her. In a way, she did this to you - you were managing your feelings for her just fine until she let you have her that night, until you finally knew what it felt like to kiss her, to be intimate with her. Now you couldn’t stop thinking about her, wanting her with every fiber of your being.

You couldn’t stop the next words that left your mouth.

“Because she wasn’t you.” Your voice was monotone, as if your body had gone on autopilot just to get the words out.

Wanda’s mouth fell open slightly as she processed what you’d just said. Within moments, realization spread across her face and you felt the urge to run back out the front door and drive off. Wanda’s eyes met your own and your embarrassment was replaced with confusion when she smirked.

“Yeah?” She asked in that sweet, condescending tone that made you melt for her, a hand coming up to brush your hair out of your face. “You wanted her to be me, detka?”

You wanted to whimper at how she was talking to you, how she was touching you, how she was making you admit the truth about your feelings for her. You nodded, looking away in shame.

“When she kissed me, it didn’t feel like when we did it,” you mumbled, shifting uncomfortably. You didn’t know why you were telling her this - the two of you had always had a great relationship and you were terrified of ruining that - but something about this woman made you want to tell her everything. You couldn’t lie to her.

“Oh, sweet girl, you have no idea how happy that makes me,” Wanda purred, reaching out with her other hand, cupping your cheek, forcing you to make eye contact with her.

She smiled at your stunned expression as you tried to wrap your head around what she was saying. There was no way she meant what you thought she meant, that your feelings weren’t one-sided after all.

“What?” You asked dumbly, searching for clarification.

“I said…” She leaned closer, placing her lips along the shell of your ear. “I’m happy you wanted her to be me instead.” She grazed her teeth along your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine, and her next words made your jaw drop. “I want you, detka.”

While you were tired of hiding your feelings, Wanda was also tired. Trying to find a balance between what she should and shouldn’t do, denying herself of what she wanted, it was exhausting - now that you had admitted your desire for her, she simply couldn’t hold back anymore.

You almost whimpered at her actions and her admission. You couldn’t respond, not right away at least, your mind reeling at the thought that Wanda could possibly want you too. She was also really turning you on with her closeness, her breath against your ear, her lips now trailing kisses down your neck as she waited for a response.

“I- you do?” You stuttered out, painfully distracted by the way she was kissing every inch of skin she had access to.

“Yes,” she murmured into your neck. “Now I know you want me too.” She pulled away, facing you once more, her pupils dilated as she stared into your eyes. “So have me.”

Hesitantly, you reached out, your hand coming up to the side of her face, and took a step forward so that your bodies were mere inches apart. She looked at you expectantly with an encouraging smile on her face, her eyes flicking down to your lips briefly, and you leaned in, capturing her lips with your own.

Kissing Wanda was something you didn’t think you’d ever get used to, the softness of her lips making your knees feel weak. This was somehow even better than the first time - there was no holding back now, not when both of your feelings were laid out.

You let yourself moan into the kiss when she bit your bottom lip, her tongue running over the spot seconds after, before sliding into your mouth, drawing out a gasp. She smirked against your lips at the reactions she could get from you. She was too good at this, you thought, your head spinning with lust and desire for the woman before you.

You kissed her more passionately, trying to keep up and regain some control of the kiss, but Wanda wasn’t holding back either, her tongue massaging yours expertly as she hummed into your mouth. The sound combined with the feeling of kissing her made you feel like your skin was on fire, a slow burn that started deep within you. You were sure you were wet for her already and you hadn’t even touched each other properly.

“Bedroom,” Wanda mumbled against your lips, breaking the kiss momentarily to catch her breath before pecking your lips a couple more times. She pulled away and grabbed your hand, leading you to her room.

You followed obediently, excitement coursing through your entire body. When you reached her bedroom, she pulled you inside and pushed you against the door, a surprised moan escaping you at her dominance and the impact.

She kissed you roughly, her hands on your neck while yours found their way to her waist, gripping her hips as you found your rhythm again. The feeling of her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of your neck drove you crazy as you got lost in the kiss.

All your shyness from the first time you had kissed her was gone now and you pulled back slightly to take her bottom lip between your teeth, just as she had done to you. When she groaned in response, it further ignited the fire within you, and suddenly you didn’t just want to make her cum, you needed to.

It seemed she had a similar thought, as she started walking the two of you towards the bed, climbing onto it and pulling you on top of her, still kissing you with fervor as she moved towards the head of the bed.

Your fingers danced along the hem of her shirt, teasing, but also nervous to remove it. You broke the kiss for a moment to seek reassurance. “Is this okay?” You asked, staring down at her with darkened eyes and a desperate look on your face.

“More than okay,” she replied breathily, and that was all you needed to hear. You helped her out of her shirt and the sight of her in her bra nearly winded you. She was truly the most beautiful woman you’d ever laid eyes on and seeing her like this felt like a treat.

Before you could make the next move, Wanda reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, sliding the garment off and leaving her torso bare before you. Your mouth fell open at the sight of her breasts, nipples hardened from her own arousal, and for a moment you just admired her, taking it all in, until her words broke you out of your trance.

“Go ahead, sweet girl,” she cooed. “Touch me.” You nodded eagerly as your hands came up to cup her breasts, slowly running your thumbs over her nipples. She sighed beneath you, her eyes threatening to close at the sensation, despite her desire to watch you as you touched her.

You played with her the way she’d taught you, leaning in to kiss her neck as your hands went to work. You trailed your kisses down towards her collarbone, then her chest, before looking up at her and taking her nipple into your mouth. She hadn’t taught you that, but you simply couldn’t resist having your mouth on her.

She moaned at the feeling of your lips wrapped around the hardened bud, at the way your eyes never left hers as you sucked lightly on her nipple. “Fuck, you’re so smart, detka, that feels so good.”

You hummed against her chest at her praise, her words going straight to your center.

You switched sides, your mouth going to her neglected nipple while your hand came up to stimulate the other one.

The sounds coming from Wanda made your core throb, she sounded so pretty gasping and moaning for you. You could feel your heartbeat somewhere much lower; it was all so intense and you still hadn’t touched her where she needed you most.

You pulled away only to let your fingers tease the button of her jeans as you looked at her pleadingly, silently asking her for consent to remove them.

Wanda’s tongue darted out to wet her lips as she nodded. Your fingers worked on the button and zipper of her jeans and she lifted her hips to help you pull them down.

Every inch of new skin that was presented to you made you want to start drooling, Wanda was perfect in every way, at least in your eyes, and you relished in seeing her like this.

You could only stare for a moment, looking her up and down, your eyes lingering on the space between her legs, covered only by thin lace panties that left little to the imagination.

While you were entranced by the woman beneath you, Wanda was flattered by your staring. She smirked at how mesmerized you were, how hungry you looked for her. She couldn’t help but blush under your intense gaze, but it went on for too long in her opinion. She bit her lip as she slipped her thumbs into the sides of her panties, sliding them down toned legs as you watched in awe.

Once the garment was removed, Wanda spread her legs for you, giving you a full view of her.

Your fingers twitched at your sides, yearning to touch her but unable to stop admiring her. God, she was beautiful all spread out for you, her body rid of all of her clothes, her pretty pussy on display. She looked so wet too, her folds slick with arousal, her clit peeking out from in between.

When you didn’t move from your spot, Wanda spoke up. “Come here baby,” she said, reaching out for you. You listened, crawling closer to her until you were hovering over her. “Like what you see?” She teased, so close you could feel the breath of her words.

“Yes,” you answered honestly, fighting the urge to kiss her senseless. “You’re beautiful, Wanda.”

“Thank you, sweet girl,” she responded, pecking your lips a few times. You smiled against her mouth and chased her lips with your own, connecting them in a deep kiss that heated up quickly with how badly you both wanted each other.

Your shirt and bra came off at some point as you kissed her and you grunted into her mouth when her hands teased your breasts.

While you were getting lost in her all over again, Wanda grabbed your hand, leading it towards her center. “Fuck,” you moaned when you felt her heat against your fingertips, her warm wetness coating the digits as you slid them through her folds.

“Hmm, it’s all for you, malysh,” she said, kissing you once more.

Her words went straight to your core, the thought that you were able to make her this wet turned you on to no end. “I- I really wanna taste you,” you said shyly, feeling yourself blush at your own words.

“Yeah?” Wanda asked in that tone that turned you into a needy mess. “You want to eat me out, pretty girl?” You nodded, feeling even more embarrassed by her reiterating it back to you. “Don’t be shy. How badly do you want it?”

Her words hit hard, increasing your desperation for her tenfold, emboldening you to tell her the truth. You leaned in so that your mouth was flush with her ear. “So many nights I touched myself to the thought of it,” you whispered, kissing her neck just below her ear just to drive your point home.

“Fuck,” Wanda muttered, affected by your words. “Well, what are you waiting for?” She tried to sound composed, despite how turned on she was at the thought of you masturbating to fantasies of her.

“I- I’ve never… but I want to,” you stammered out, leaning back to look at her again, finding nothing but lust and adoration in her eyes.

“That’s okay baby, I can teach you,” Wanda offered, smiling. You nodded appreciatively, suddenly feeling even more eager to have her in your mouth.

“Is it okay if… if you sit on my face?” You asked, shifting your weight in her lap.

“God,” Wanda breathed out, feeling arousal shoot through her at your request. “You have no idea the effect you have on me.”

“Is that a yes?” You inquired hopefully, your eyes locked on hers as you anticipated her response.

“Fuck yes,” Wanda replied with a nod, sliding out from under you and pushing you back against the pillows, making sure you were comfortable as she straddled your lap. “Tap on my thigh three times if you need me to stop, okay?”

“Okay,” you said back, your whole body buzzing with excitement at what was about to happen.

Wanda repositioned so that her cunt was right above your face, so close you could smell her arousal and it drove you insane. You couldn’t wait to taste her, to have her grinding her pussy down onto your face, to make her cum in your mouth.

“Please,” you begged, your own fantasies about this moment making you need her more.

“Someone’s eager,” she commented, and before you could say anything back, she lowered herself down onto your face, her slick pussy brushing against your lips. You opened your mouth, immediately licking a stripe through her folds and moaning at the taste of her.

Wanda sighed out at the feeling of your tongue against her cunt, slowly moving her hips as you explored her. She was starting to grow impatient with how much of a tease you were being, but she remembered this was your first time, so she took the opportunity to guide you.

“Suck on my clit,” she instructed and you were more than happy to comply, wanting nothing more than to make her feel good.

Your lips wrapped around her clit and you sucked softly on it at first. When she moaned above you, her hips stuttering, you increased the pressure, sucking harder and letting your tongue flick over the bud. Wanda gasped, followed by a breathy moan tumbling out of her parted lips at the sensation.

“Just like that,” she whined, her hips moving more frantically now, seeking her pleasure. She tried to go easy on you - she tried not to take over and fuck your face the way she wanted to - but then you spoke from between her thighs.

“Don’t hold back. Ride my face, Wanda, take your pleasure,” you pleaded. “Show me how to make you feel good.”

Your words only made her wetter, her pussy clenching around nothing as you said exactly what she wanted to hear. When your mouth latched back onto her clit, sucking with more enthusiasm this time, Wanda didn’t hold back.

She let herself relax, her weight pressing into you more, her hips moving against your eager mouth. You moaned into her pussy, the vibrations sending a shiver down her spine.

Her delicious moans were spurring you on and you let your tongue tease her entrance as her hips grinded down against your mouth.

“Yes, please,” Wanda begged, eyes squeezed shut and mouth hung open as she chased her pleasure, panting above you.

You slid your tongue inside, groaning at how wet and warm she was, at the way her walls pulsed around you. Wanda was already nearing the edge, you were doing so good for her, making her see stars as she chased her orgasm.

When she brought her hand down to rub at her clit, you moaned once more, the sight of her touching herself was too much.

You felt just as close as she was and she hadn’t even touched you.

You moved her hand away, replacing it with your own as you rubbed circles into her clit, making her cry out. “Fuck, you’re doing so good baby, I’m so close,” she moaned, riding your tongue more fervently as she raced towards her climax.

Her walls spasmed around your tongue the closer she became and you couldn’t help but moan into her pussy again.

The vibrations sent her over the edge, her orgasm crashing over her, hips bucking wildly as she fell apart. You truly believed there was no better feeling than having Wanda on you like this, coming undone on your face, her cum coating your tongue as she cried out above you.

Wanda’s body was racked with wave after wave of pleasure as you continued your assault on her sensitive cunt, not letting up until she had rode out the aftershocks. She sighed as she came down, her pussy still clenching as you slid your tongue out of her and lapped at her folds, nudging her clit with your nose and making her shudder from the overstimulation.

She pulled you away by your hair when you didn’t relent, smirking down at you as you whined. “Having fun, sweetheart?”

You licked your lips and nodded, looking up at her with glossy eyes.

“You did so good, malysh,” she praised, adjusting so she could lay beside you, pulling you close and laying with you for a moment, enjoying how it felt to be so close to you as she caught her breath.

You loved this, every second of it, but your thoughts began to wander and you were still uncertain of where this would go.

“I- what does this all mean?” You broke the silence, grateful for your face being buried in her neck, so you wouldn’t have to look at her as you asked the question you were so worried about the answer to.

“You mean us?” Wanda clarified. She felt your nod against her neck. “What do you want it to mean?”

“I just… want you. I’m tired of pretending I don’t,” you responded truthfully, leaning back slightly to study her face, hoping to find any indication in her features that she felt the same way, that this wasn’t the last time this would happen.

“I want you too, detka,” she said earnestly, pausing to collect her thoughts. “I don’t know what the future holds, but I want this with you, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to have you, if you’ll have me too.”

Your heart sang upon hearing those words, it was all you’d ever wanted to hear from her, in every fantasy you’d ever conjured up of the two of you. You weren’t entirely certain now that you weren’t dreaming, because nothing in the world could’ve made you happier than hearing that.

“Really?”

“Yes, sweet girl. It was one thing to want you without ever knowing what it was like to be with you, but now that I’ve had you like this, I don’t want to let you go.” Wanda caressed your cheek as she spoke, her eyes locked on yours, full of tenderness.

“I feel the same way,” you mumbled, leaning into her touch.

“Good,” she said with finality, in such a way that you knew that was the end of the conversation, that you could no longer go back on what you said. You were hers now and she was yours, and you’d figure out everything else later.

She closed the distance between your faces to kiss you again, so softly you could almost cry. You kissed her back, addicted to the way her lips felt on yours, certain you could do this forever with no complaints.

You stayed like that for a while, losing yourselves in the kiss, before it slowly turned into light caresses, tongues wrapping around each other, muffled moans, and bodies seeking more.

“Can you go again?” You muttered against her lips, feeling desperate for her all over again.

Wanda smiled smugly and raised an eyebrow before responding. “How do you want me this time, hm?”