Girl Love Happens Boxed Set: Books 0-2

by T. B. Markinson

  “Well, it’s not every day I move in with you.”

  I cupped her cheek. “You really are the sweetest person I’ve ever known.”

  Pink splotches appeared on Gemma’s freckled cheeks, matching the posies on the comforter.

  “Show me how sexy you can be.” I yanked my sweater over my head, momentarily getting stuck.

  By the time I freed my head, Gem only wore a white bra and panties with tiny red N’s and the words Show Your Husker Spirit.

  “Glad to see you haven’t changed completely.” I ran my finger over her bra. “Is it weird that I get turned on by your passion for the Huskers?”

  “I’d be worried if you didn’t.” She shoved me onto the bed. “Let me help you, or we won’t get past first base.” Kneeling, she tugged off my Guess jeans. “I like the color.” She lifted my right bare foot, massaging it while eyeing my red-painted toenails. Gem kissed the tip of each toe, her mouth proceeding up the top of my foot, past my ankle, licking the inside of my lower leg.

  Warmth spread in my panties. “I think you forgot something.”

  Gemma’s eyes traveled upward to my new purple Victoria’s Secret panties I’d purchased last week but hadn’t worn until now. “I’m savoring seeing you in them.” She lifted the hem of my shirt. “Does it match?”

  “Only one way to find out.”

  “If you’re going to play it that way, you’ll have to wait for me to take my time to undress you.” Gemma motioned for me to sit on the bed. Still on her knees, she positioned closer to continue her exploration.

  “I can think of a hundred other punishments that are worse.”

  “Name five.” Her tongue trailed up my right thigh, toward the magic spot, and then down my other leg to my knee.

  “Uh, paper cut for one.”

  Her tongue repeated the action, briefly pressing her tongue on my panties right where I wanted her before moving back down my right leg.

  “I’ll get back to you on the other four.” I breathed out in expectation of what was to come, leaning on my arms.

  “That’s what I thought.” She motioned for me to lift my ass. Slowly, she pulled my panties down over my legs. “Close your eyes.”

  I did.

  From the noise, I detected her reaching for something under her bed. I briefly considered peeking.

  “No cheating,” she said in a teasing voice.

  I pinched my eyes tighter. “I wasn’t.”

  “You were thinking about it.”

  I felt something cold and hard on my leg.

  “I got us something,” she said.

  There was a motorized sound.

  “Don’t even think of opening your eyes.” Gemma flicked my clit with her tongue, knowing that would get me to behave.

  It did.

  The sound got louder, and I felt a tickling sensation high up on my leg. “What are you using?”

  “Take a guess.” She continued to prod my clit through my panties.

  “If I didn’t know better, I’d say a vibrator.” I sensed Gemma pull away.

  “Do you have something against vibrators?”

  I opened my eyes. “No. Why?”

  Her hand with the surprise fell out of view. “Then, why did you say it that way? As if never in a million years would you think I’d buy a vibrator?”

  “You buying a fancy comforter with your mother shocked me. Did you two also visit sex shops?”

  “My mom didn’t go with me!” Gemma rolled back onto her haunches, putting at least a foot of space between us.

  “Then who?”

  “Bernie and—”

  “You went to the sex shop with… with… her!”

  “And Jenny.” Gemma squinted. “Why do you hate Bernie again?”

  “You know why.”

  “You don’t know she’s having an affair.” Gemma’s face grew an angry red. “You’re always jumping to conclusions.”

  I wanted to shout, “She made me cheat on you,” but lost my nerve. Bolting upward into a sitting position, my hands clung to the edge of the bed. “I jump to conclusions? What about you? When you thought I had a thing for Erik?”

  She flourished the vibrator in my direction. “I was wrong, and I think you’re wrong about Bernie.”

  “Don’t shake that at me!”

  “I wanted to put it in you!”

  I started to laugh. “This is the most ridiculous argument I’ve—we’ve ever had.”

  Gemma smiled bashfully. “It wasn’t how I envisioned the unveiling of our first toy.”

  “First toy?”

  “Man, you should have seen everything in the shop.”

  I held up a hand. “Can I say something without you getting mad?”

  She nodded.

  “Next time, go with me and only me.”

  Gemma moved closer to me. “That can be arranged.”

  “What else can you arrange?” I pulled her onto me.

  “What would you like?”

  “To erase the past several minutes so that argument never happened.”

  “We can tell our grandchildren about it.”

  I laughed heartily. “Times are changing, but that seems a bit much considering the source. Where is it?”

  Gemma leaned over the end of the bed and swiped it off the floor. She rolled it on the comforter in an attempt to clean it for use. “I wanted to surprise you. That’s all. I suspect you want to explore more when it comes to certain areas. You’ve been reading all those saucy stories, dropped hints, and… I don’t want you to get bored with me.”

  I cradled both sides of her face with my hands. “Oh, Gem. That will never happen. I promise. You aren’t seriously worried about that.”

  She hitched a shoulder. “Jenny and Bernie—”

  I cut her off with a sharp look. “Don’t listen to them. Ever.”

  “In all likelihood, though, odds aren’t on our side.” Gemma’s eyes bored into mine.

  “Why?” I asked, bewildered.

  “Everyone breaks up. Even your parents, kinda.”

  “Your parents haven’t.”

  “True, but they aren’t normal. What do you call them? Walton clones?”

  I pulled her lips to mine and kissed her reassuringly. “I don’t want anyone else. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Not ten years from now. Where were we?” I motioned to the vibrator.

  Gemma stood. “I think I should run it under some water.” Her eyes fell to the worn carpet.

  While she sanitized the toy in the bathroom sink, my mind wandered to the thought I typically banished to the dark recess. Did Gemma worry I’d go back to men? Then my brain went down the rabbit hole, blaring loud and clear I should never mention my bisexuality to my mother, giving her false hope. That was if I told my mom I was a lesbian. Not something I planned on doing, even with the wrinkle of my dad acting super cool about Gem.

  Gemma returned, and before she could say anything, I pulled her lips to mine, ramping up the I want you to fuck me factor. Too much time had been wasted on silly stuff.

  Gemma responded by deepening the kiss.

  I pulled away briefly, staring into her emerald eyes. “Don’t ever doubt us.”

  “I won’t.”

  “Now, make love to me.” I yanked her mouth back to mine, not willing to speak anymore on the topic.

  Gemma’s hand slipped under my shirt, her fingers walking to my right breast, squeezing with relish when she arrived.

  Not liking the barrier to feeling her skin against mine, I motioned for her to help me strip my shirt off. She smiled when she spied my matching bra. She brushed her cheek against the satin, letting out a tiny moan.

  “Have you ever thought you have a lingerie fetish?” I whispered in her ear.

  “Only yours.”

  “I’ll remember that.” I rolled her onto her back and straddled her waist.

  Gemma reached up, kneading my breasts through the fabric.

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sp; While she pleased herself with my ta-tas, I scavenged on the bedspread for the purple silky-smooth vibrator. “Aha!” I held it up. “Let the games begin.” I twisted the dial to the midway point and ran it over her chest and stomach. Gem squirmed under me, doing her best not to giggle. “Ticklish?”

  She nodded.

  I guided it closer to her nether region, and her face morphed from giddiness to intent. Concentrating on the area of her Nebraska panties, where the words Show Your Husker Spirit were in all caps, I enjoyed seeing Gem’s eyes radiate passion.

  Gemma arched her back.

  “Ah, you’re doing your team proud,” I said in a husky voice. Setting the device to the side, I slid her red and white panties down her smooth, slender runner’s legs. “Did you get K-Y jelly?”

  She shook her head.

  “No worries.” I swirled the vibrator within her folds, lathered with natural sex lube. “Ready to take one for the team?” I flipped it back on.

  Gemma fisted the sheets.

  I smiled. “Don’t worry. I’ll go slow.” I applied it to her inner thigh, nearly causing her to lurch onto the ceiling. “Might need to turn it down a little.”

  She closed her eyes, nodding.

  I put it back on her thigh, closer to the center of her world at the moment. “Better?”

  “Yeah,” she whispered. “Nice and slow, please.” Her grip on the sheets tightened.

  I maneuvered it closer to her engorged lips. “Anything for you, Red.”

  Without actually arriving at the money spot, Gemma’s writhing intensified. My eyes devoured her every twitch. My ears detected each hitch of breath. My pussy spurted like Old Faithful, which I rubbed onto her left thigh. “I’m getting so wet, and I haven’t even entered you yet.”

  “What’s stopping you?” Her eyes were still closed.

  “You want it,” I stated with excitement. “You really want it.” I touched the tip to her lips, making her jump again. “Hold on. Get used to it. There you go.”

  Gemma dug her head into the pillow. “Oh…”

  I kicked up the speed a notch.

  Gem’s head sunk deeper into a pillow.

  The tip was now at her entrance, the faint pulsating sound echoing in my ears. I eased it in ever so slowly, enjoying seeing it disappear inside her.

  “Oh,” Gemma’s hands latched onto my hips as if she needed to anchor herself down. “That feels… wonderful.”

  I plunged it in and out, Gemma’s body reacting to each movement. Her fingers dug into my hips. When one hand dropped to reach for another pillow, I removed it from her face. “You don’t need to muffle your orgasms. Not anymore, now that we have our own place.”

  “The walls are paper-thin, and we do have neighbors.” She stared at me wide-eyed, about to protest, when her body rocked upward as the vibrator hit her G-spot, forcing her to forego any and all arguments. Instead, she said, “Harder. Oh, God, Teeg, harder.”

  I did.

  Her fingers dug into my fleshy sides, the pain well deserved.

  I shoved the vibrator in as far as I could, sensing Gemma’s orgasm would release.

  Jesus, did it.

  Gemma bucked off the bed, and the growl that rumbled out of my redhead nearly made me come.

  She fell back onto the bed, motioning for me to turn the vibrator off. “Leave it in.”

  “I’m liking this side of you.” I snaked up her side, wrapping one arm around her midsection.

  “Just wait until I fuck you with it.”

  I squeezed her right nipple. “I like the sound of that.” I appraised her heavy breathing. “Will you have the energy tonight?”

  “Dude, I’ve been doing aerobics. Just give me five, and I’ll be back in top form.”

  “I wonder what my mom would say if I told her the private lessons were drastically improving my sex life.”

  Gemma’s throaty laughter filled the room. “You wouldn’t dare.”

  “Maybe at Thanksgiving, which apparently we’ll be spending together this year.”

  She swiped a blond lock off my cheek. “What was that about?”

  “I think my dad is trying to be supportive of me, and who knows what else. Part of me wonders if he’s secretly getting revenge against my control-freak mom.”

  Gemma nodded. “Does he know? About us?”

  “I haven’t told him. But a little birdy told me my eyes tell everyone.”

  “I didn’t say everyone. I said they communicate directly to me.”

  I shrugged. “I have a feeling anyone who sees us together knows.”

  “There was a time when that sent you into a panic attack.” Her voice was soft, as if afraid to send me into a full-blown attack.

  “Not anymore. Now, I may panic if people didn’t pick up on it. I don’t want to fight all the hotties off you, men and women.”

  She waved a hand. “Pul-lease. Like that would ever happen.”

  I propped my head on bent elbow. “Don’t sell yourself short, Gemma Mahoney. You are absolutely stunning—Cindy Crawford stunning.”

  She laughed. “Maybe the chef slipped something into your chocolate cake, because you must be high.”

  I guided her hand to my pussy. “Do you feel how wet you make me?”

  That caught her attention. “I should do something about that, pronto.”

  I lay back on the bed, my arms spread out. “Do with me what you will.”

  ***

  Wednesday morning, the first official school day, Gemma had an eight o’clock money and banking econ class that she was stoked about for some bizarre reason. While I liked money, I couldn’t give a flying fuck about banking. I’d had a checking account for some time now, yet I hadn’t actually sat down once to balance it, much to Gemma’s horror. She reconciled her accounts once a month and made sure to contribute a portion, even if it was only a buck, to her savings.

  I woke with her since I signed up for a gym class to meet my idiotic PE requirement I wanted to get out of the way before applying for the nursing program. I had tried to enroll in something cooler like tennis, but juniors and seniors had first dibs on classes. I wound up in gym, which incidentally was my least favorite class in high school. We walked to campus together while I nibbled on a chocolate PowerBar.

  “I see you’re getting into your fitness-nut role.” She squeezed my hand.

  “Tastes like cardboard.” I scraped my teeth along the top of my tongue.

  “Looking forward to your gym class?”

  I stopped. “Have you met me before?”

  She put her hands up in mock surrender. “I know it’s a sensitive subject, given your mom…” Gem motioned with her hand, implying and all that jazz.

  “One good thing about doing aerobics over the summer, aside from the few pounds I lost, was the increase of energy. That equated to more sexual adventures with you—the perfect inspiration for the likes of me, who for the first eighteen years avoided exercise at all cost.”

  Gemma laughed. “If that’s the case, I may sign you up for more classes.”

  I put a hand on my hip. “Are you implying—?”

  Gemma’s lips brushed my cheek. “Stop.”

  “Why does Hill demand everyone take not one but two PE classes?” I jabbed two fingers in the air, in case she didn’t sense my annoyance. “I’m not a child. If I don’t want to exercise, it’s my prerogative not to.”

  “Careful, you’re starting to sound a scooch conservative. Next you’ll be railing about tax increases.”

  “I’m definitely not a fan of seeing the deductions on my pay stubs.”

  Gemma shook her head. “A conversation for another time. I’ll see you tonight.” She marched off into the new semester.

  I stood outside the gray athletic center and sighed. Tossing the energy bar wrapper into a trash can at the entrance, I hefted the glass door open. “Ugh.” The smell of sweat, gym socks, and overall grossness flooded all my senses.

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bsp; A man in gray sweats and a hoodie with a clipboard in hand barked, “You here for the class?”

  I nodded.

  “Name?”

  I supplied it.

  After ticking my name on the roll sheet, he clicked his pen several times. “Here’s the deal. The grad student assigned to teach this class quit the program yesterday. Even though I have my own class to teach, not to mention grad school requirements of my own, the university is forcing me to fill in. I don’t have time for this shit.” His brown eyes drilled holes into my burning forehead. “Every class, you’ll check in with me, keep track of your workout on this sheet”—he shoved a piece of paper into my hand—“and you won’t leave until ten minutes to the hour. Got that?” There was more pen clicking. How many PowerBars had he eaten?

  I nodded, fearful of his drill sergeant pose.

  “Good. Go.”

  I glanced around the lobby. “Where?”

  He sucked air through his teeth. “I don’t care. Find something inside to keep you occupied. Haven’t you been inside a gym before?”

  Another person entered, and he shouted, “Name?” forgetting all about me.

  All of the treadmills and StairMasters were occupied, much to my annoyance, so I made my way to the stationary bikes. After tightening the straps around my feet, because I thought it funny that the designer included them as if some idiot would fall off, I slipped on earphones and hit play on a mixed tape Gemma had made me two weeks ago.

  After about twenty minutes, someone nudged my shoulder.

  Slipping my earphones off, I turned my head.

  “Well, well, well. The summer treated you kindly.” April made a point of ogling my legs. She ran a finger over my thigh, the florescent lights making her fake tan glow nuclear orange. “What’s your secret?”

  Remembering Erik had once said April couldn’t orgasm, I said, “Great sex.”

  Not understanding the true source of my comment, she quirked one carefully plucked dark eyebrow that wasn’t in the same ballpark as her bleached-blond hair. “I take it you and Gemma survived bunking with Jenny and Bernie.”

  Uncomfortable about the mention of Bernie’s name, I asked, “What are you doing here?”

  Her laughter implied I was an idiot. “Gym credit, of course. I registered yesterday when my French class was canceled.”