#jstarloves

A door in her office revealed a set of stairs that led to a whole new area. The hallway was painted a dark brown that matched the creaking floorboard under your feet. She unlocked the door that revealed a modest apartment, cloaked in neutral grays and natural wood. Her living room had a small leather couch, with an empty coffee table and a large surface rug. Despite its simple nature there were paintings and images littered around the space. Some hung up on walls while others found home on a large shelves.

When she revealed her bedroom, you closed the door and collapsed into her sanctuary. It was small, a bit unkept but with what the woman goes through daily, it was fitting. A full ash tray, old clothes on the floor and an unmade bed that took up most of the room. She threw her common clothes into an unoccupied corner leaving her pants on.

Sevika removed her arm with a snap and hiss and placed it on a small table in the corner of the room. Then the harness, only skin remaining. Her makeshift workbench held bolts and loose wiring. You noticed a soft heave of her chest as she comes back around to meet you sat at the end of the bed. You stand as you touch her shoulder and then snake your hand to the back of her neck. You walk Sevika into the edge of her bed and bent down to kiss her forehead.

"It's a mess in here—"

"Don't care."

You yank the soft hair tie from Sevika’s scalp and grasp a bundle of her faint, budding grey hairs. Once you got the silent acceptance to proceed, you press your lips against her throat. Sevika’s body was rigid and you felt it rock hard under your hands. Almost like she was resisting your touch.

“Sevika?” You ask.

“Hm?” She groans strained.

“Are you gonna open up for me or should I stop?”

“Don’t stop.” She hesitates. "Please."

Though she gave you a verbal confirmation, her muscles fought against the swirl of your tongue against her veins. From her neck, to her shoulder where her prosthetic harness lives. Peppering kisses all over the scarred and stretched skin. Sevika raises her hand to gently grip the back of your neck. You noticed she was a bit uncomfortable so you directed your kisses back to her jaw.

Your fingers pick at the fabric on her tank top. You marvel at her dark brown nipples that were erect but puffy around the edges. Your hand cups one breast and she shifts under you.

“‘Vika, I’m gonna stop because how am I supposed to know if I’m doing good if you’re silent?”

You two link eyes and she sits staring breathlessly. “Don’t pester me little —”

You kiss her to shut her up. Sevika realized her favorite thing to do was kiss you. The way she was able to guide the situation, lead you where she wanted you to go — make you pliable. But now that your mouth was lingering on hers it made her forget about it all. All of her pain, her lost memories, from the way you slowed down this time. Those sloppy, greedy kisses that you shared before, grew to the preference that Sevika could finally sink into.

You bit her bottom lip to which elicited a groan and sinister smile, so you nip more before returning to her breasts. You prick her thin skin with your teeth trailing towards her areola. Sevika’s hand tenses around your scalp. She was boiling under the surface with a whirlwind of emotions. The simple feeling of your fingers against her and the warmth of your perfect mouth was enough. A piece of you wanted to please her to the point of her to never forget about you.

Sevika’s moans were light yet grounded. Her clenching her stomach as the pleasure escaping her throat roughly or through her nose. She leans back to accommodate a new angle to where your lips can meet with her nipples. Though you don’t give in so easily. You peck softly around the fluffy disc, allowing her to adjust to the hot salvia glazed on your lips. You flick your tongue just a hair to which she throws her head back completely. Then you bite again, noticing Sevika is a glutton for pushing her nerves to the farthest corners of reality.

A kiss follows, silently affirming her that she handled it well. Sevika was a dominant woman, gaining her pleasure from others and satisfying herself to the thought of it during or after. But whatever you were doing was making her unravel ideals that she held about herself. Her arousal was thick like a weight in her core. Sevika jerked as you started sucking her nipple in between bites and licks. She was so sensitive on her chest that was often plated down with crafted chest plates. You kneaded her lone breast, pinching her nipple with the same pressure as your teeth.

Naturally, your lips travel to her waistband, you practically drinking her scent. Sevika’s eyes tracked you and you fell between her knees to unbuckle her belt. She was near breathlessness, trying to manage her adrenaline as she saw your pretty face between her legs. You push both your palms up her thighs then back down, feeling her. “Do you like me down here?”

“Right where you’re supposed to be.” She strokes your forehead.

You wriggle her pants down and off her body. Her underwear was taut on her hips, the dark curly hair between her legs wild peaking through and healed over battle scars and stretch marks. Sevika senses you staring at them, as if you were turned off by them but you just drag a dull nail against them. Happy that she even let you this close and plus the proof of her strength you found titillating. Your nose brushed against the dark fabric to inhale her. Then your tongue comes against her center. She was soaked through and knowing she was made you hungrier.

Once you remove the barrier holding you away from her she widens her legs. In the paper-like skin above her clit was a bar of silver jewelry. You couldn't bare to tease the woman anymore so you press your mouth into her cunt and drag your tongue from her hole to her clit. She winced at the sensation, her clit was swollen, bright pink and enveloped in copper lips that were deliciously paired with her arousal. Sevika couldn't take her eyes off you. Her abs were contracted not only from the sensation but also the visual of you nose deep in her most intimate part.

You flicker your vision in her direction as you suck her deeper past your lips. She lifted her hips in a staccato rhythm to chase her pleasure. The sight was beautiful, not only did Sevika trust you enough to see her without her prosthetic, she let you undress and devour her. You moaned into her core with each suckle and lap, slurping in her lips and drinking her cum. She gripped the back of your head and started sliding up and down your face, relishing in the sloppiness.

"Makin’ me feel so good." She whispers mindlessly as she throws her head back. The constriction in her throat indicated she was close. Sevika was panting as you flicked your tongue on her.

The warmth of her cum overwhelmed you. You swallow as much as you can and extract yourself from her. When she looks down at you, an image you've never seen before surprises you, she smiles at the mess on your chin. A full smile that makes your belly flip. You rise to stand between her knees, she grips your jaw firmly and then licks herself from your chin, lips, cheeks and even the tip of your nose.

You reach your hand down between her legs to stroke her gently. You wanted her to capture her moans in your mouth, continue to make her unravel. Despite your best efforts to clean her up, her slick remained as you circled her clit.

"I won't be so nice next time."

"You won't?" She clinches.

"Nope, you make me feel sad when you don't moan for me."

Another gush of wetness came out of Sevika. She never had a woman speak to her in such a way.

"I'm sorry, tell me what to do." She pleaded, brows soft and honest.

"You don’t have to hold back for me." You said, as you slipped a finger inside.

You were awake wondering if her driver was ever coming or was this her plan all along. You lay on the right side of Sevika's bed with her arm set over your midsection. The woman settled in the deepest sleep she's had in a long time. The weight of her body should’ve been enough to lull you to bed but you couldn’t find it to do so. The clamoring outside kept you awake and the neon lights that filtered through. You memorized the pacing of her breath against your neck. You didn't dare to move one inch and disrupt her, so, you laid there still and appreciative.

You raise your hand to her bicep and she lights up, her chest jumping as she grows to being alert, shifting to sit up.

"Sevika, it's me.” You allow her to hear your voice and stumble her out of her slumber. She acknowledges your voice with a proper, sleepy grunt. She remembers everything now.

“Sorry.”

“For what?” Her voice groggy, suddenly realizing how close you two actually were. Instead of pulling you closer she scoot over more leaving you cold. Sevika found herself melting too far into you and it was becoming a personal problem for you both.

“I woke you up.” You mutter.

Sevika looked at her watch. “It’s fine, it’s only 2 a.m.”

A pause.

“I’m gonna to go to the bathroom.”

She gave you directions to the toilet and tossed backwards on her pillows. She hasn’t shared her bed in ages, suddenly she missed your warmth. Watching you in the nite light walk away in her shirt, cusping against your ass was enough to make her unravel again. You had done things with your fingers Sevika had never experienced. It wasn't rushed or forced, you simply listened to her body and that was more than anyone, even herself, did. When you return and close the door Sevika is standing up, her shadow partially covering the large window at the head of the bed.

You crawl back in like you had done it before. “Let me take care of you.” You say and begin kneading away at her back.

Sevika in a drowsy stupor just let you and her body did too. “Councilwoman, will you be able to go back to sleep?”

“It’s not a big deal,” She chuckled. “I’m a bit of an insomniac.”

Your hand comes over her shoulder blades to her bare chest that was pressed to you earlier.

“Well that’s not healthy,” You whisper in her ear. “I’ll put you back to sleep.”

Sevika allowed her full body weight to fall into you, this time helplessly as you kissed her neck. In the back of your mind you thought you wanted this to be a common occurrence between the two of you. Taking care of her because she so desperately needed it.

“Get comfortable, lay how you want and I’ll give you a head massage.”

Your fingers laced in her hair made her feel … held. Seen and held for once in her life, you didn’t demand something from her, like everyone else did. “Feels good.” She sighed.

We weren’t even pulled out of my driveway when she brought up my trip. I had been avoiding the conversation but it was inevitable, she was curious and I couldn’t blame her. “Weekend vacation in the middle of nowhere. I don’t know if that would be fun.” 

“Abby, okay, I get it you don’t want me there. But saying because it'll be hard work is a cop out... I can pull weeds or something and be near you. Feels like you’re not showing me the whole picture.” 

A soft tightness tugged in my chest as I leaned my head on my steering wheel. “Sweetheart,” I sigh, mentally exasperated. 

“I know I said I wouldn’t pressure you but I want a concrete answer and I’ll leave you be.”

I sit upright into my seat and turn to her and even though its nearly dark, I draw her eyes in effortlessly. 

“After my grandad passed then my dad, it’s hard for me to face that house. Sore memories from taking over the business and how the town treated me after dad passed. That’s all.” 

Once I finished talking I noticed her hand tracing small circles on my knee. “I’m not trying to overstep here but Abby that sounds like you need someone with you.” 

“I normally go solo, make my rounds to visit everyone and leave as soon as possible.” Her hand was twirling the ends of my braid. 

“A weeks worth of work in three days and I can definitely help you. Wasn’t your whole thing about hiring me to help you?” 

I chuckle at her honesty. 

“You would be correct.” 

“Sleep on it and in the morning if it’s such a bad idea then I won't come.” 

I shifted over the center console to brush my lips against hers. I swirled the thought of her in a new part of my world that wasn’t constructed by me. A piece of me that I didn't have any control over but existed in my DNA, undetachable from the core of who I truly am. 

“Okay.” I say after a tense silence. 

When I dropped her off and made my way home, I took a trek upstairs to my guest room and stopped in front of the picture that needed to be hidden for my own sanity. I remember my dad completely different than how he was depicted in the image. The last time I saw him, his hair was lighter, looking more like mine these days — slight waves of budding grays — and skin tawny. The same wrinkles in his forehead when he sat in front of me with concern between his dull eyes. I forgot how much my dad looked like my grandfather and how I barely resembled either of them closely. I didn’t need to sleep on the idea of her coming. I knew I needed her to be there with me to push through whatever came up because I had no time to mentally prepare like I usually did.  

When she walked out of the front door with the rising sun as a backdrop her smile was accounting for her whole face. A tinge of relief covered me if only for a moment. As I loaded up my truck with her weekend luggage, the anxiety I thought would dissipate was stuck bundled in my core. She was freshly showered with a skintight tracksuit cloaked in linen scented detergent and berry perfume. I couldn’t hug her in the front yard but I reassured her I really wanted to. It was a six hour drive and we had nothing but the stretch of the road and each other. 

“Good morning,” She said with a whisper, still having sleep in her voice. “You look handsome.” 

The peaks of my ears grew hot at her casual nature, her ease. I closed my door and started the engine as she set her head against the headrest. I turned on the heat to coax her back into her slumber as it seemed she needed it. I was thankful we weren’t talking right now because my anxious tremors needed silence to resolve on their lonesome. Even though the drive was nearly a whole shift, I drank no coffee — I couldn’t. Zero caffeine, just nerves in a silent car was my method but now with another body with me I have no clue how to adjust. I dropped a voicemail to my uncle about my estimated time of arrival and to expect to extend their hospitality to one other guest.

In my daze and sudden merge onto the highway she shifted under herself and I sensed she her eyes on me. I quickly peered over, “Somethin' on my face?” 

“How you feeling?"

“I feel fine.” I reply stiffly.

“You can’t even pretend and say tired or annoyed.” 

“I didn’t sleep last night but I feel okay.” 

Her hand comes to my thigh and I adjust under myself at her touch, she squeezes it. It rouses me from the back of my memories to the present.

“We can talk about it, if you’d like.” 

My chest shrinks like I was just punched in the center of it, I adapt to my heart stuttering.

“I feel anxious, that’s all, I usually do,” I admit. “When I have to go back here, it’s a nerve-racking situation.” 

She turned her body inwards to me, observing the contours of my face as I spoke, looking for resolve. I didn’t know how to accept her presence. I flash another wandering eye in her direction. 

“I can understand that.” She replies. 

“Yeah, I mean, I see my Uncle and his wife, I never go into town unless it’s needed. Avoid all that mess.” 

“What trouble did you stir up?” 

“What?” Slips out of my mouth a littler harsher than I intended it to. But the mimic of her words sounded too familiar, assaulting a young part of my brain that internalized that very word — trouble. 

Her laughter flittered, almost as if she didn’t know if it was okay to do so. 

“I take you as the town troublemaker. Kissing girls and drinking stolen beer, I don’t know maybe that was stupid to say. Are you upset?” Her voice softens. 

I sigh, knowing that I ruined the atmosphere.

“No, I’m not upset. I didn’t really start kissing girls and drinking anything until I left town for college.” 

“Hm…Those poor girls,” 

A shocking, choked-up laugh came to the surface easing me back into a new comfort. She took my hand off the gearshift and kissed the rough skin on the back of it. 

“Can we please get coffee?” 

“Oh, buttering me up just for the coffee.”

We slid into a small town that showed a cafe within 2 miles on the highway sign. It was quaint and basked in wet heat but cooled by the skyscraper-like trees. Warm bricks lined on the road as we pull into the street parking under a light post a few spaces down from the cafe. I opened up the passenger door and she reached up to the sky and gently rubbed her eyes. As the door closed, I slipped my hand into hers naturally and a buckle unlatched inside of me. I felt a cloak of safety. 

“Hi, what can we do for you both?” The barista asked. 

“Can we do one iced latte please? I will take one of those orange juices. We’ll do bagels too.” 

Her head rests against my biceps and slip her hand upwards and wraps her arm within mine. I don’t remember a time a woman held me like this in public. I stretch my hand down to her waist and tug on it to the end of the counter. 

Two hours pass and though she had coffee, she ended up falling back asleep, requesting that I rub her back. Who knew that drawing small circles against her skin could calm me down?

On the stretch of bare road I finally felt impatient and wishing there wasn’t four hours left. Without realizing it she stirred herself awake and attempted to nestle into the crook of my elbow. Clearly, uncomfortable but aching to be closer.

“Lean your chair back, go ‘head,” I say. 

She does carefully by presses the lever to extend her leg space, then pulling the latch on the side to sit back. I place my hand on her thigh and rub then drag out strokes in the same places, massaging cautiously. She groans a little bit and adjusts under herself. I gradually trail my hand past her stomach, up to her chest then to her chin. I brush it with a weak roughness that beckons her out of her slumber. “So, you’re gonna let me do this ride all alone?” 

“What?” She stirs. 

“What am I supposed to do just sit,” My hand brush to her belly, toying with the hem of her pants. “Sit and watch you snooze off?” 

My index slips to the soft lacing of her underwear but at this point her breath’s hot with anticipation. I plunge further and she catches my wrist eagerly. I knew crossing this line would make it difficult for us to make it to our agreed end of celibacy date but I couldn’t wait. I didn’t want to. She set the expectation of what sex was and according to her, this wasn’t sex. 

“Can’t hear you.” 

“Abby, tell me what you want?” 

She pushed my hand further until my fingers were enveloped in her warmth. I clamp my teeth together, the feeling of her arousal was euphoric. I peer down to my hand bulging in her bottoms and my stomach knotted. “Fuck my hand” 

Her legs spread further as she cocks one up on the ledge of the seat. Her hips rise and press into my fingertips to which I lay limply.

“Abby,” She says breathlessly, the remnants of her gasp lingers in my ears. Bucking more desperately now she whimpers at my lack of participation. As far out as we were, I knew I could go off the next exit on some dirt road and take care of her — because I couldn't half ass this.

I nearly road up and swerved the truck into a ditch as the smoke of dry dirt fanned out behind my tires. I click off my buckle and parked the car. Leaning over I captured her lips in my mouth. Though I was eager, I didn’t speed up my motions, instead I slowed them down. I tugged at her pants so I could get a better angle to slip inside. She clasped my face and welcomed me. It was so easy to tease her pussy.

“You like that?” I asked in a whisper before kissing her cheek. 

“Yes, thank you, fu—” 

My cheeks were flaming at her exclamation, thanking me for touching her, the words alone made me squirm. My lips match with the skin on her throat as I slipped one finger in to milk her cunt, latching ever so slightly inside. I pulled one out to add another to press further inside of her. I hold my fingers in a hooking motion and tug without removing them but pressing upwards. I suckled her skin and bit in the same spot, coaxing her through her orgasm as I dug deeper inside.

After an eventful break at a rest stop, to clean up, we roll onto my family property at around three. I looked regretfully at the front lawn with its thick, wiry and fatally high grass. The ranch needed a good power wash and repaint but I had to remind myself I couldn’t do it all. Oddly, the stretch of land comforted me and not at all, all at once.

“Wow,” She mutters. 

“Welcome, bet you didn’t think you’d be this far south. There isn’t anything for miles.”

“You own all of this?” 

She pointed past the ranch at the old farmhouse in its dirty, faded glory. 

“Inherited it, so yes, this is all mine.”

We pull close in the dirt path driveway that leads to the detached garage beside the ranch. 

The stale smell of dry wood hit us both when we entered the house. The furniture in the living room was covered with thick plastic trapped in time. We settle into the humidity as I bring in the last of our bags. I couldn’t read her face as she followed the natural layout of the house. From an outsiders point of view it was pretty barebones but granddad built it on his own, and it was ours. 

“My Uncle Rick prepared something for us to eat, you want to freshen up then we can drive over?” I asked, picking up her bag to trail behind her as she looked curiously at all the walls. Her palm pressed against my old bedroom door. 

“Oh,” she whispered. 

A single bed with the original forest green sheets and floral wallpaper jumped at me. 

“This isn’t the bathroom.” I say, attempting to manage my discomfort through a tight laugh. I reach beside her to close the door.  

“I’m sorry.” She muttered.

“It’s fine, come on I’m starving. I’ll give you the full tour later.”