Falling for My Bully: A Lesbian Romance

by Alexa Woods

  wrenching clothing apart, tugging at zippers. June felt desperate, which

  wasn’t a sensation she was used to. She was always sort of in control. She’d

  never had that experience where she lost herself completely, that moment of

  abandon.

  As she pulled away so Arabella could strip off her pants and rip her

  camisole over her head, June thought she might be getting close, hovering

  around the borders of it. Of abandon. Of letting control slip. Of something

  new and undiscovered. She shivered and let the rawness of her need flow

  through her unchecked.

  Arabella unclasped her bra, revealing her beautiful breasts. They were

  more than a handful when June cupped one, the dark pink nipples beaded

  tightly. She moaned when June ran her thumb over one. Her hands hooked

  under her panties, and she swayed and shifted, removing them with that

  flexibility and grace she’d been talking about.

  June groaned in appreciation when she stepped back and just looked at

  Arabella. At her long legs, at her flat stomach and the curl of her hips. At

  her heavy breasts and the mane of blonde hair that flowed nearly to her

  waist.

  “You’re beautiful,” June whispered in awe. She dropped her hands to

  Arabella’s hips and guided her back to the bed.

  She had a white duvet with cherry blossoms strewn across it. When she

  fell back against it, June just stood there, studying her again, drinking in the

  sight of Arabella’s pale skin and golden hair against the flagrant red

  blossoms.

  She drank her fill, then she climbed onto the bed. She kissed her way

  down Arabella’s stomach, over the soft ridges of her gently defined abs,

  using her breath to tickle and tease along with her lips and fingertips as she

  explored Arabella’s lush curves and satin skin. Arabella shivered and

  whimpered, and the noises and movements were so erotic that June felt like

  she was going to boil from the inside out.

  “I want to see you pleasure yourself,” June said thickly. “Will you show

  me?”

  She knew she probably wouldn’t have been bold enough if Arabella had

  asked, but Arabella seemed to like taking commands. She shifted her legs,

  setting her heels on the covers, opening her knees, opening herself. Her

  eyes glistened hotly in the lamplight as she watched June watching her. She

  was totally smooth, and so wet that when her finger smoothed over her

  folds, she gasped at the sensation and her hips angled up, thrusting into her

  touch.

  She smoothed her index finger around her clit, closing her eyes and

  throwing her head back against the pillows at the sensation. June’s own

  hand drifted down between her legs, circling her clit slowly, teasing herself

  as she watched Arabella do the same.

  Arabella circled her clit again, smearing her wetness over herself,

  rocking into her hand. She didn’t try to stop herself from making exquisite

  sounds of pleasure. They fell from her mouth like a rich dark chocolate that

  June wanted to devour. She loved the sight of Arabella, her pale thighs

  parted, her hand working herself, almost more than she could bear.

  Even though June had planned on watching Arabella take herself to

  climax, she couldn’t wait another second to taste her, or she was going to…

  God, she didn’t know what was going to happen, but she’d never felt such a

  strong need to do anything before.

  “Will you let me taste you?” June rasped. “Please?”

  Arabella stopped, and her eyes shot open. She scrambled onto her hands

  and knees so fast that June nearly giggled. She would have been content to

  taste Arabella as she was, but she remembered what she’d said in the

  kitchen. Again, June didn’t think that she herself could have been so bold,

  but when Arabella grasped the top of the headboard, curling her hands into

  the upholstery, and waited, June’s mouth went bone dry.

  God, Arabella was perfectly made. She was a goddess, her skin so

  smooth and creamy that it looked like it had been painted by a master. Her

  curves made June’s mouth water all over again. A stream of saliva jetted

  over her tongue when she got bold enough or reach for Arabella, smoothing

  her hand over the curl of her hip, tracing the curve of her bottom. Arabella

  made a noise that was all pleasure as June parted her legs gently. She

  positioned herself behind her, getting down on the bed until her face was at

  the right angle. She waited for just a second, letting her breath tease the

  sensitive inside of Arabella’s thighs until she whimpered.

  June touched Arabella first, running her fingers so gently over her slick

  folds that she almost didn’t touch her at all, but Arabella was so responsive,

  her hips jerking wildly at the touch, her gasp echoing through the room.

  June teased her, sweeping her finger over her core again, smearing the

  sultry, delicious moisture over the inside of Arabella’s thighs.

  As much as she wanted to, June really couldn’t wait any longer to taste

  Arabella. She kissed Arabella’s thighs and then she suckled her tight clit

  into her mouth. Arabella jerked against her.

  “Oh, God,” she whispered. “Oh, my fucking God.”

  June used her tongue, tracing Arabella’s slick seam, moaning at the sweet

  taste of her exploding in her mouth. She open-mouthed kissed her before

  she used her tongue to torture her. Arabella was soaking, and June lapped

  up her arousal eagerly. She ate her pussy so eagerly that she didn’t even

  stop to think about being embarrassed about the sounds of it. Arabella

  certainly wasn’t embarrassed, which made it even hotter.

  Her hips bucked harder against June’s face, swaying and rocking,

  grinding against air. June knew what Arabella wanted and she gave it to her,

  bringing two fingers to her entrance and sinking them inside slowly while

  she suckled and lashed her clit.

  Arabella screamed, but she didn’t come apart. “More,” she begged in a

  throaty voice that didn’t sound like hers at all. “June. Please.”

  Her body writhed against June, begging, taking, pleading, and June gave

  her more. She worked her fingers, thrusting into Arabella’s tight, slick

  channel, arching them to find that special spot inside. She raised her head so

  she could watch herself do it, watch her fingers thrust in and out, stretching

  Arabella as she took everything, watch her hips sway back into her,

  listening to the raspy sounds of her breath and the wet sounds of their

  bodies. Her own hand snaked between her legs again and she worked her

  clit hard. There wasn’t enough oxygen in the room.

  “Oh, God…” Arabella panted. “June, I’m going to…”

  June thrust hard, and a few seconds later, Arabella shattered around her.

  Her channel clenched and tightened on her fingers, and she shuddered and

  moaned as her climax hit. June pinched her clit, so aroused that it was more

  than enough, and she exploded, her own climax detonating like a bomb

  inside her while Arabella spasmed around her fingers. She kept pumping,

  giving Arabella every bit of pleasure she could before the climax was over.

  The waves of her own pleasure rocked through her
, nearly blinding her,

  making her dizzy.

  When it was over for both of them, even though June was more than a

  few inches shorter than Arabella and built more petite, she pulled Arabella

  into her arms and curled around her on her side, stroking the damp hair

  away from Arabella’s temples. She nestled her chin in the crook of

  Arabella’s shoulder and neck, damp with sweat, and listened to her lovely,

  erratic breaths gentle out.

  Chapter 14

  Arabella

  Arabella breezed out of the house. Yes, breezed. It seemed like she was

  floating down the steps and out to June’s waiting car. She was so excited for

  their first real date that she failed to notice there was someone already

  riding shotgun in the passenger seat. She didn’t actually see Summer until

  she opened the door and scared the life out of herself.

  “Oh. Sorry!” She flung a hand over her chest, sure she’d actually feel her

  heart trying to tear out as it pumped rapidly.

  “We might as well get the whole unpleasantness over here,” Summer

  said. “Since June didn’t tell me you were coming, and she obviously didn’t

  tell you I was coming.”

  Arabella put on a smile and opened the passenger door behind Summer.

  She slid in and did up her seatbelt. “That’s alright. I’ve never been to a

  baseball game before. I think it’s going to be fun.”

  “Fun,” Summer responded, “is not something that should be associated

  with sports, especially baseball.”

  “I don’t understand any of it, but I’m sure it will be good.”

  “At least one of you has a positive attitude.” June drove away from

  Arabella’s house, heading towards the stadium.

  It was a Sunday afternoon and Arabella had been secretly counting down

  the minutes until her first real date with June. When she’d asked her Friday

  afternoon, slipping into her office to speak with her privately, if she’d like

  to go to the game with her because her parents couldn’t use their tickets

  since they’d both come down with summer colds and were feeling yucky,

  Arabella thought it would be just the two of them.

  She didn’t like sports and she didn’t know a thing about baseball, but it

  had been days since they’d made it clear to each other that they were more

  than interested, and she wanted to spend time with June no matter what that

  entailed.

  June hit a light and turned around. She was rocking a set of skinny jeans,

  a jersey in her size, and had her hair up in a messy bun, a big white

  headband keeping the strands from falling in her face. She looked casual

  and adorable. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that the tickets were actually my

  parents’ and mine. I don’t even like baseball either, really. I mean, it’s fine

  as far as sports go, but it’s something we do together as a family. My mom

  feels the same way, but my dad is basically a fanatic. It’s the one thing he

  splurges on every year for us to do all together.”

  “That’s pretty cool.”

  “It’s not cool that she artfully arranged for us to have to spend the whole

  afternoon together without hating on each other,” Summer groused.

  Arabella could feel her lips quivering. She wasn’t going to laugh, she

  promised herself. Nope, she wasn’t even going to crack a smile.

  June made her way to the stadium. She made sure they were early, but

  finding parking was still crazy. They ended up going down a side street

  somewhere that felt like miles away and parking there. They walked forever

  and Arabella was glad she’d worn jeans, a plain long-sleeved shirt to keep

  the glaring sun off of her skin, a ballcap to shade her face, and sneakers.

  The lines to get in were crazy. Arabella wasn’t much of a crowds person,

  but June navigated her way to the section where they were supposed to

  enter. She’d been doing it for years, Arabella figured. It was still more than

  hot to see June taking the lead and charging ahead so confidently. Arabella

  expected that at work, but June outside of work was just as hot.

  And no, not just because she kept getting a really nice view of June’s

  bottom in those tight skinny jeans she had on. She’d chosen sneakers as

  well, and for once, Arabella wasn’t sure if they were from the company’s

  athletic line or not. She thought they were, but she wasn’t really studying

  June’s feet. Thankfully, Summer never turned around to notice. She was

  happy to walk beside June and leave Arabella to eat her dust.

  Summer wanted a corndog and a drink—she said that was classic

  baseball fare. They lined up and at the last minute, she changed her mind,

  opting for popcorn because June got some and it smelled divine. Arabella

  got a salted pretzel with cheese sauce. It was the biggest piece of dough

  she’d ever seen.

  The seats weren’t good, but they weren’t terrible either. The stadium was

  huge, and even though Arabella had felt the press at the start when they

  were trying to get in, seated, the atmosphere became electric.

  They still had half an hour before the game started. Summer dove into

  her popcorn and June munched on hers. June was between them,

  effortlessly keeping Summer from losing her mind about getting her bestie

  outing interrupted.

  Everything was going as smoothly as it could until Summer asked the

  one question Arabella had expected her to ask the entire time. Summer

  didn’t really have a filter, so Arabella figured it was coming.

  “How come she’s here?” Summer indicated Arabella, who was dipping a

  piece of the giant pretzel in cheese. She really wasn’t a bread person, but

  after high school she’d lost her fear of carbs, and this was a treat. It was an

  utterly buttery, delicious, salty, wonderful treat.

  “That’s mean,” June said between munching on pieces of popcorn. “Why

  not? I had an extra ticket.”

  Summer scrunched up her face and studied June. She was staring forward

  at the field, where people walked back and forth, getting everything set up

  for the game. “No, it’s more than that,” she huffed. “Does it have something

  to do with that kiss at the lake?”

  Arabella held her breath. She didn’t know what June would do. She

  obviously hadn’t told Summer that they were dating.

  June nodded. She popped another piece of popcorn into her mouth and

  didn’t turn to look at Summer.

  “What?” Summer exploded.

  “Shhhh,” June hissed. “There are people all around us.”

  “Yeah, people that are soon going to be screaming and cursing about

  everything,” Summer shot back. “What exactly does it have to do with the

  lake?”

  “Well, nothing,” June said. “It has nothing to do with the lake.”

  “What about the kiss?” Summer insisted. “What does it have to do with

  that?”

  “You should be more specific.” June wasn’t playing around. Arabella

  wondered if she was buying time.

  Arabella tried very hard not to smile. It wasn’t funny. This could be so

  not funny. It could be really bad. She was actually dreading when June told

  Summer that they’d started dating. God, it still felt so crazy to
actually think

  they were doing that. Arabella hadn’t dated anyone in ages. And June felt

  very, very unattainable. She was so super fantastic that it made Arabella’s

  head spin to think she was really her girlfriend.

  Thinking about June made her think about the things they’d done at her

  house, which made her face heat up so hot that she had to pretend to scratch

  her head just so she could hide behind her arm in case Summer was looking

  at her. She tried very hard to get thoughts of June in lacy panties and a black

  lace bra out of her head, but that just made her think about June’s lovely

  breasts and her shapely legs, her perfect…

  Okay, stop. Eyes on the prize. I mean, eyes on something else. Think

  about something else before you turn purple and Summer notices and turns

  purple for a whole different reason.

  “Are you—oh my God, are you guys hooking up?” Summer all but

  screamed.

  Yup, she was definitely looking at my face just now.

  “What makes you think that?” June asked casually.

  “Uh, the fact that you’re, like, glowing. And she’s glowing! And, and,

  you look like you just took a dive into a ball pit but instead of balls, the pit

  is full of super cute puppies and they’re all licking you at once. You’re not

  excited about baseball. It’s not that. Plus, she keeps cropping up. You could

  have given that extra ticket to anyone.”

  Arabella winced. Summer was being very detailed in her assessment

  now. June popped another piece of popcorn into her mouth casually. “So,

  you think that because I’m happy there has to be someone behind it.”

  “Are. You. Two. Hooking. Up?” Summer growled.

  “Nope. But we are dating.”

  “What?” Summer’s yelp could probably be heard across the stadium.

  She threw her hands up in the air, but she forgot she was holding a bag of

  popcorn and it went up too. She managed to hold onto the bag, but popcorn

  rained down all over the seats in front of them, which were mercifully still

  empty because whatever poor souls had to sit there were probably still

  getting herded in or getting snacks of their own.

  Arabella sunk lower in her chair. She wasn’t cowering from Summer, but

  she was trying to escape the dirty looks being thrown their way from the

  people all around them who had just seen the popcorn incident. A couple a