Girl Love Happens Boxed Set: Books 0-2

by T. B. Markinson

  “I don’t like being apart from you.”

  “Oh, now you’re going to sweet talk me.” I set my purse down on the coffee table. “I need to get to the gym class earlier to claim a StairMaster. Clearly, walking around the track and biking aren’t helping me.”

  Gemma slanted her head, checking me out. “From my vantage point, walking is doing just fine.”

  “Are you saying I was fat?”

  She shook her head seductively. “You know I’m not.”

  “How can I be sure? Moments earlier you were calling me a weakling.” I slinked closer to her.

  “Do you really want to revisit that, or do you want—?” She pulled me against her, kissing me hard.

  I kissed her back with an urgent need.

  Gemma shoved me onto the floor.

  “I like this side of you,” I said.

  “Forceful?”

  “That’s one way of putting it.” I noticed the blinds were open.

  Gemma followed my eyes. “I don’t think anyone can see from the street.”

  “Living on the edge. I really like this side of you.” I sat up to kiss her.

  Gemma acquiesced for several hot moments, but then she shoved me back down, eighty-sixing my work chinos and underwear with precision. Without another thought on foreplay, her mouth sought my hot spot.

  To think I’d almost ruined this. If Gem discovered the truth, I’d never feel her tongue in my mouth. On my skin. Gorging on my clit. Why had I ever put our relationship in jeopardy?

  Gemma jammed her fingers inside as if she somehow sensed I had nearly ruined us. With her eyes closed, she fucked me hard and fast. “Come for me, Tegan,” she panted.

  I squeezed the sides of her head, arching my back. “Whatever you do, don’t stop.” My back pitched off the floor.

  Gemma hammered me almost to the point of hurting me.

  “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I like…” The orgasm ripped through me, replacing my words with a scream.

  Gemma took my earlier words to heart and didn’t stop, although, she did ease up some as not to overstimulate and dash my chance for round two. She lapped at my bud languidly. I squirmed on the floor. Her tongue stroked my pussy lips up and down, and her fingers stilled inside me. Now that she’d reached her objective easily the first time, Gemma seemed intent to slowly rekindle the fire.

  God, I loved this woman.

  I opened my eyes and spied her shimmering emerald eyes reflecting the intensity of my feelings. I leaned up on my elbows to get a better view of her eating my pussy.

  “What?” she asked, only stilling her tongue long enough to get the word out.

  “I love seeing this. You down there.”

  It wasn’t difficult to make out her smile. Resting her chin below my belly button, she said, “Did you think the day we met, we’d end up here?”

  “On the floor, fucking?”

  “I would have put it differently, but yes.” She propped up on her elbows, my juices glistening on her adorable chin.

  “Not at all.”

  Visibly taken aback, she asked, “Why?”

  I cleared my throat. “Um, you were so organized and shy. The complete opposite of me.”

  “I am not the complete opposite.” She made quote marks with one hand. “And you can be shy in some situations.”

  I nodded my agreement. “Yes, but don’t forget, at the time, I’d never been with a woman. Not even a kiss.”

  She ran her hand over my stomach. “Ah, but you’d thought about it. And had dreams.”

  I mulled over her words. “I don’t remember, actually. I may have thought about it, but doesn’t everyone at some point. The only dreams I remember star a certain redhead I know. Haven’t you ever thought about sleeping with a guy?”

  Gemma pursed her wet lips.

  “Come on. Never?”

  “Not really.”

  “All those sporting events you’ve attended, you’ve never thought, Man, that guy is fine?”

  Her hand rested on my right hip bone. “I recognize when a guy is built and handsome, but the thought stops there.”

  “I don’t believe you.”

  She flinched.

  Laughing, I dipped my head back. “Can you honestly say you’ve never had a sex dream about a dude? Dreams are crazy, and sex dreams can be completely whacked. I remember one I had about this kid in high school who was the definition of a dweeb. In my dream, though, he was the best lover.”

  She pinched my side. “Better than me in reality and dream life?”

  “I hadn’t met you yet.”

  Gem cupped her ear. “I’m still not hearing an answer.”

  “Let’s solve this dilemma together. Kiss me.” I summoned her with my finger.

  She kissed her way toward my mouth, pausing at each nipple.

  As she laid a kiss on my chin, I said, “You definitely have a better understanding of building excitement.”

  “It’s half the battle.” She brushed a finger over my lips, dipping it into my mouth.

  I sucked it, lollipop style, tasting myself.

  While I licked every drop off her finger, Gemma kissed the side of my neck, moving on to tease my earlobe, and then doing one of the things that drove me mad, edging her tongue around the outside of my ear. Not wet and sloppy, but sensual, her breath warm.

  Her plan of seduction backfired in one department. I wanted to fuck, but I wanted to be the one making Gemma come. I shoved her off me and hopped to my feet.

  Gemma, more than likely used to my dramatic antics, laughed. “Does that mean the dweeb is still my competition?”

  Standing over her, I said, “That depends. Stay right there.”

  “Can’t you stay right here?” She snaked her hand up my leg all the way to the spot.

  My resolve faltered.

  Sensing this, Gemma got on her knees. “Surely, whatever you were going to do can wait.” She flicked my clit, not wasting time by inserting three fingers. “If you like watching me going down on you, how do you like seeing me on my knees, fingering you?” she asked in a breathy tone.

  “It’s beauti…” I couldn’t get the rest of the word out, still overly sensitive from earlier.

  Gemma’s mouth seized on my clit with gusto, adding another finger inside. Jesus, could I handle more? There was only one way to find out.

  “Put it all in,” I said, my eyes peering down at her.

  Gemma pulled her head away. “My whole hand?”

  “Yeah.” With one hand, I formed my fingers with the thumb below looking like a duckbill. “I want to know how it feels.”

  “B-but why?” she stuttered.

  I hitched a shoulder. “I just do. With you.”

  “My carnal adventurer, for better or worse.” Gemma took a deep breath, removing her fingers to mimic what I’d shown her. With questioning eyes, she hesitated at my entrance, and I urged her on with eager head bobbing. Luckily, I was wet enough, not needing to stop for lube. At the moment, I didn’t want time to think. I just wanted to feel all of her inside.

  She eased her hand in, stretching my vagina. I stumbled slightly on my feet, and she retracted her fingers.

  “I need to lie down for this.” I quickly got on the floor again, supporting my upper body on my elbows with my knees bent. “Ready.”

  Gemma positioned herself, uncertainty in her motions. “If you feel any pain, stop me. Okay?”

  “Got it.”

  Once again, she inserted her duck-shaped hand inside, spreading me open.

  “God, that feels good. To be this open.”

  Gemma slowly eased in and out, which was perfectly fine for me. I didn’t think I could take her typical hammering when she had fewer fingers in me. Enjoying the sensation, I stimulated my clit with the pad of my thumb in slow circular motions.

  Before this moment, I would’ve lumped this sexual act into the naughty but nice category, but honestly, s
eeing Gemma’s loving eyes, her entire hand inside, and my slow burn stimulation of my bud, it was so much more powerful. Tender, even.

  “I love you, Gemma. For trying things with me.”

  She kissed me gently, staying inside. Gem supported me with her free arm, whispering into my ear, “I want to hear you.”

  I increased my intensity of stimulating myself, my breathing becoming more and more ragged.

  “That’s right. Come, Tegan, come.”

  My head fell back, my mouth wide open. Moans escaped from deep within. “Oh, Gem… I’m…” The squeal that choked my words, started more like a low hum, but rapidly increased into a high-pitched equivalent of fucking hell, this feels absolutely incredible.

  Gemma’s arm around me tightened, holding me upright as my body shook ferociously, not giving away quickly. “Don’t stop, Gem. Whatever you do, don’t stop.” I burrowed into her body, needing her strength. And love. I always needed her love.

  I came hard, biting Gemma’s shoulder.

  When my body ceased trembling, Gemma carefully laid me onto the carpet, lying by my side, one leg tossed over my lower body. She repeatedly kissed my shoulder. “You’re amazing,” she said.

  I breathed in deeply, absorbing the emotions evident in her emerald eyes. “Only because of you.”

  We snuggled on the floor until my body protested the thin carpet. “Let’s move to your bedroom.”

  She closed one eye. “Maybe we should designate one room for us. I hate when you say your or my bedroom.”

  “Okay, I’m officially designating your bedroom, with the comfy bed, as ours.”

  We stood.

  On the way to our bedroom, I asked Gem over my shoulder, “What should we do with the other bedroom?”

  “Turn it into a study space.”

  “Should we move your desk in there? In front of the window?”

  “What if your parents visit? Won’t they put two and two together?” Gemma peeled back her comforter. “Do you want a pair of shorts?”

  “No, I want to feel you against me. So strip.” I yawned.

  “I’m not sure you have the energy for more sexy time.”

  “I don’t. But if we’re laying down house rules, I want to add we must sleep in our bed completely naked every night.” I tweaked the hem of her T-shirt.

  “You drive a hard bargain.” Gemma shed her shirt and unhooked her bra.

  “I love your tits.” I squeezed them tenderly.

  “Hey, if you don’t have the energy, you better watch yourself, or I may have to take drastic action.” She shucked her jeans and white cotton panties.

  With both of us without a stitch of clothing on, we climbed into bed. I laid my head on her chest. “What measure would that be?”

  “Taking care of myself.”

  “Oh, please. Not that punishment.”

  “You’re asking for it.”

  “A front row seat to you fucking yourself. Geez, how will I ever recover from such a thing?”

  Gemma slid out from under me and walked to the dresser. She pulled the vibrator out of her underwear drawer.

  I rolled onto my back, scrunching a pillow behind my head. “Ha! That was my plan earlier when you distracted me.”

  “You were going to demand me to use this on myself?” She shook the device in the air.

  “Not exactly. I wanted you on all fours so we could do it doggy style.”

  “Is that what you want now?”

  “Are you kidding me? I want to have all the energy I need for that.” I patted the cream-colored sheets, urging her to come back. “You’ll have to do all the work.”

  She got back into bed. “What else is new?” She braced for my comeback, which entailed a slap on the leg.

  “That’s not true, and you know it.”

  “Prove me wrong.” She dangled the vibrator in front of my face.

  I laughed. “You really want me to fuck you from behind?” My previous boyfriend wanted to do that to me, but I always balked. I added somewhat dubiously, “To be that dominant?”

  “Does the idea scare you?”

  I scrunched my brow. “Is this a form of reverse psychology?”

  “Does it matter?”

  “Mind games, really, Gemma Mahoney?”

  “Only when it comes to sexual exploration.”

  “I might be able to live with that.”

  “And, I thought you liked a good challenge.”

  “You’re asking for it.” I reached over her for the lube in the table drawer. “Face the window on all fours, please.”

  She complied but added, “What? No foreplay?”

  “Manipulators can’t be choosy.” I licked her right butt cheek, making my way to the other, dipping my tongue briefly in her crack, causing her to writhe. “Do you like that?” Not waiting for an answer, I ran my tongue down her crack, hesitating when I reached her back entrance.

  Neither of us spoke.

  I’d never licked anyone here before.

  Of course, I’d been trying a lot of things I’d never thought would feel good with Gemma to learn the exact opposite.

  Slowly, my tongue moved closer to her tight balloon knot, which from this angle didn’t seem gross at all. It was tempting in a way. Before I continued down this path, I stopped to lube up the vibrator, now with my sex plan firmly rooted in my mind. As if in tune with my thoughts, Gemma lowered her upper body on her forearms, sticking her tempting ass in the air, as if giving me permission.

  I turned on the vibrator.

  Again, my tongue explored the area, circling the outer rim of my destination.

  I ran the vibrator up her inner thigh, Gemma’s body twisting ever so slightly. It reached her engorged lips, and Gemma released a quiet but pleading fuck me moan.

  Wanting to see it enter, I pulled my head away, and eased the vibrator inside Gem, the speed on low. All tiredness and muscle fatigued seeped out of my body. Now, the only thing that mattered was Gemma’s pleasure. And experiencing yet another new adventure in bed with the love of my life. Were all lesbians determined not to become predictable in bed?

  I moved the vibrator in deeper and was rewarded with a louder moan.

  If she liked that, how would she react to this? I bit her left cheek, satisfied to hear an excited whimper. I licked the now red area, determined to continue with my plan. My tongue didn’t stop until it hit its mark.

  Gemma’s head rotated to see if what she was feeling was really happening.

  I winked at her, forcing the vibrator deeper to still any complaints, if she had any. But, I only saw curiosity and eagerness in her eyes, before she lowered her head, denying me the ability to see her face during this.

  A mirror.

  We needed a mirror at the end of the bed. I hated not being able to experience this from all angles.

  But now, I circled the area, surprised by how pleasant she tasted. It was different from her vagina. Sexy, in a forbidden way.

  Gemma faltered on her arms, and I stilled the vibrator, not wanting to hurt her while she repositioned. Her legs, now spread wider gave me the full view of how incredible all of her nether regions were. I vowed never to leave this particular area alone, because damn it, I liked eating all of her. Jesus, the things love gets you to do.

  Afterward, Gemma nestled into my arms. “Have you ever done that before?”

  “Lick someone’s ass?”

  “Uh, yeah. That.”

  “It was a first. Yet another with you.” I squeezed her tight. I didn’t have to ask if anyone had done it to her, knowing she’d only been with Kate before and she had been a taker, not a giver.

  “It was different.”

  I cranked my neck to see her face. “You didn’t like it?”

  She smiled shyly. “I didn’t say that. It was… okay. I wasn’t expecting it, though.”

  “Do you think I’m gross?”

  Her face pinked, the shade when she thought
I was being overly sensitive. “I would never say that about you and the things you do to me.” She reached for my cheek, holding it with tenderness. “Let me be absolutely clear. I love and trust you in every aspect. And, no, I don’t think you’re gross.”

  “Would you ever?” I glanced downward.

  “Do you want me to?”

  “Maybe.”

  “Now?” she asked with a look of uncertainty.

  I shook my head. “No, seriously, I’m officially spent. Besides, I think it would be best for you to surprise me.”

  “Like you did with me.”

  “Are you complaining?”

  She shook her head. “Nope. Only pointing out the obvious.”

  I looked at the clock on the nightstand and groaned. “How is it after two?”

  “Sex. A lot of it.”

  I laughed. “Now sleep. You have to get up early for class.”

  She closed her eyes. “I like it when you boss me around.”

  “Good, because I like bossing you around.” I kissed her forehead. “Get some rest, beautiful.”

  Chapter Two

  The next morning, Gem slapped her hand on the alarm clock after the first beep. I was barely conscious when Gem slipped out of bed after snuggling with me for a few moments. When she kissed me goodbye, I was able to mumble “I love you,” but I didn’t make any effort to stir. How Gemma had the energy to get up was beyond me. Nor did I understand why a rational and intelligent adult would head to campus at six when the study area of the student union opened. Of course, Gem was taking two more classes than I was and was a teacher assistant for calculus, for which she received a tiny stipend.

  My eyes fluttered open closer to seven, ten minutes before my alarm. As I sat up in bed, stretching my arms overhead, my stomach rumbled loudly. I slipped on the crumpled T-shirt Gem had worn yesterday and a pair of plaid boxer shorts I pulled out of the top dresser drawer. After visiting the bathroom, I stumbled into the kitchen, tripping over the phone dangling from its cord. Gemma must have pulled it off the cradle so nothing would disturb my slumber.

  I sighed, the type only a person deeply in love could emit.

  Replacing the phone in its rightful spot, I poured a bowl of Lucky Charms, adding low fat milk. On the couch, I flipped the TV to CNN, not my usual channel choice. Was this another sign of me transforming into an adult?