SEALing The Victory

by B. Angelica Ellmoor

  Clover saw the disappointment in Maggie’s eyes and gave her a tired smile.

  “Instead of going out, why don’t we pick up a pizza and watch a movie in bed? I could use a night to relax if you’re down.”

  This time, Maggie’s smile was genuine. Hell yeah I want to watch a movie in bed with you, she thought as she tried to hide her excitement.

  “Sure, that sounds like a plan.”

  The pair walked out of the theatre into the cold night, Clover cursing her lack of self-control, and Maggie thrilling at her good luck.

  * * *

  “So, this is an allegory for the corporate nature of the film industry?”

  Clover could tell that Maggie was struggling to understand her favorite Terry Gilliam film now that it was over, but it was fun watching her try.

  “Something like that. It’s a dystopian satire about the danger of political and corporate influence on our every day lives.”

  Maggie scrunched up her face and stared at the screen. “It’s fun! Weird, but fun.”

  Clover chuckled as she jumped off the bed and and walked over to her DVD collection. “What do you want watch next? Something lighter? Something spacey maybe?”

  When Clover turned around, Maggie was standing right behind her. With her hair pulled into a braid behind her head and wearing nothing but a white t-shirt and her pink boy shorts, she looked like a little angel, and Clover took a few steps back to gather her senses.

  “Maggie, go back to the bed. Seriously. I can’t… we can’t… Magdalene… No.”

  Maggie lifted her head for just a second, looking deep into Clover’s eyes, and Clover felt her heart stop.

  "You're the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen." Maggie dropped her eyes to the floor, unsure if she was going too far, knowing that she wasn’t remotely as interesting or pretty as Kelby. But Clover reached out a hand and brushed Maggie’s hair away from her face.

  "Maggie―" Clover whispered, afraid that Maggie could make a decision she couldn’t take back. "You're not gay, sweetie. I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret."

  "Who says I’ll regret it?" Maggie set her head gently on Clover’s shoulder, as she inhaled Clover’s scent of jasmine and gardenias, fresh from a post-show shower.

  "Maggie, have you ever kissed a woman before?" Clover knew in the back of her head it was wrong, but looking at Maggie’s sweet face, and her innocent smile, she felt her resolve crumbling.

  Maggie softly pressed her lips to Clover’s skin, and inched them across her shoulder, up her neck, and across her jawline. "I have now," she said with a smile.

  Clover had to stop and take a deep breath. Her nipples began to harden beneath her t-shirt, and she felt herself growing warm at Maggie’s touch. But she tried to gain control of her senses, and gently pushed Maggie away.

  "I'm serious, Maggie. We can't do this." Her mouth was drying out, and she was finding it hard to speak.

  "I’m serious too. Since the first moment I saw you, standing there in that Joan Crawford shirt, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. Every moment we’re together, I find myself wishing, you’d met me first, before Kelby. Before…”

  "Maggie, you’re being ridiculous. It’s your first time away from home, and I don’t want to be anyone’s experiment.”

  Maggie pressed herself closer against Clover, and let her fingers drift across her soft stomach.

  "You’re not my experiment, Clover. You’re the first person I’ve ever been in love with." If Maggie was really questioning her decision, Clover couldn’t see a trace of it in her eyes. They spilled over with desire, and Clover couldn’t believe any of it was happening.

  Maggie got up on her tip-toes and brought her face to Clover’s, hoping it would lead to their first true kiss. She let her lips just drift across Clover’s, so softly it was barely like a kiss at all. But then, Clover was overcome with her desire for Maggie, a desire she couldn’t control any longer. Clover ran her fingers through Maggie’s hair, pulling out her braid and letting her hair fall free, pulling her even closer as she did. Before she even realized she was doing it, Clover opened her mouth, letting Maggie’s tongue enter and explore.

  Clover’s nipples hardened under her shirt, and she let her fingers trace along Maggie’s neck as the pair well and truly lost themselves in a kiss. Maggie was intent on making the night last, so she lead Clover back over to the bed, their fingers intertwined as one of Maggie’s hands slide down her chest until it found the curve of Clover’s full breast.

  Maggie leaned Clover back over the bed, taking control of the situation and by extension, taking Clover by surprise. Clover moaned as Maggie straddled her waist, and Maggie began exploring Clover’s breasts over top of her shirt, squeezing and touching, until her t-shirt became an obstruction. Without breaking their kiss, Maggie let her hand slide up underneath Clover’s shirt, and the feel of Maggie’s soft fingertips against her skin sent a flurry of tingles to her pussy, down her thighs, and all the way down to her toes. Maggie found that she was enthralled with making Clover react to her touch, and it became her one and only goal. She wanted Clover to be hers and hers alone.

  Maggie’s fingers traced circles around Clover’s breast until they located her bare nipple, and she gently pinched at it Clover began to moan through their kiss. Just the sounds Clover was making were enough to turn Maggie on, and she felt herself melting into Clover’s body. Maggie shifted slightly so she could allow both hands to explore under Clover’s shirt, and she let them tease and play until Clover was writhing underneath her.

  The feel of Clover’s soft flesh under her own fingers was driving her wild, sending wave after wave of pure desire to her pussy. Maggie pulled away and broke the kiss she had been so enjoying, only because she finally wanted to see the body of the woman she had been dreaming about for a month. She had to see the breasts that Clover had worked so hard to hide from her since their first awkward kiss in Kelby’s apartment.

  Clover stared into Maggie’s huge chocolate eyes, now glistening with lust, and it was almost enough to make her come right then and then there. Maggie was fighting her desire to simply rip off all of Clover’s clothes, but she knew she had to take things slow. She didn’t want to scare Clover with her desire, or send her running if she stopped to think about what they were really doing. With gentle hands, Maggie lifted Clover’s shirt over her head, and found that she could barely breathe at the sight of her beautiful body.

  Clover was all curves and valleys, and her breasts were full and perfect. Maggie wanted nothing more than to lean over and let her tongue to Clover’s skin and taste every inch of her. She was the most glorious creature that Maggie had ever seen, and she wanted to spend the rest of her life telling Clover how perfect she was.

  "You're so unbelievably beautiful, Clover," Maggie whispered before she leaned down, and with a quick stop to lavish a slow kiss on her lips, she lowered her head to Clover’s right nipple. It was rigid against her tongue and Maggie let her tongue trace around it, as her teeth lightly bit and nibbled at her flesh. Clover’s hips rose underneath Maggie, and she sighed with pleasure at the feel of Maggie’s lips on her breast.

  Clover reached up and grasped blindly at Maggie’s own top, trying to pull it off, but getting nowhere. "Take it off, Mags. Let me see your body." Maggie sat up with a smile, her eyes filled with desire, and let Clover lift her t-shirt away from her head. The rush of cool air set her own nipples alight, and Clover reached out to touch her. But Maggie sat back and repositioned herself, hovering over Clover’s body until their breasts drifted across each other and their nipples grazed one another.

  Maggie pushed back on her arms and kept her body just every-so-slightly above Clover’s. She let her body drift down every few seconds, peppering Clover’s face and shoulders with kisses, as her nipples danced across Clover’s own.

  Maggie needed to taste the rest of Clover’s skin, and she kissed her way down Clover’s chest and stomach, until she reached the waist of Clover’s paja
ma pants. Clover seemed to be in a rush to get her pants off so Maggie could reach her ultimate goal just a little quicker, but Maggie wanted to savor the process. With a kiss of each palm, she pushed away Clover’s hands, and then lowered her flannel pants slowly, forcing herself to take her time as well.

  When Clover’s downy pale pubic hair was revealed, she was floored by the new and addicting sweet scent that she found, and once the pants were off, the sight of Clover’s swollen pussy lips sparkling with desire left Maggie convinced she’d made the right decision.

  I’m definitely gay, she thought as she looked up at the glow on Clover’s cheeks.

  Clover sat up with a smile. "Take your shorts off, baby cakes. Don’t leave me sitting here exposed and alone.”

  Maggie reached down and slowly pushed down her own shorts, revealing how much Clover had turned her on in the last few minutes. When their eyes locked, Maggie smiled and Clover gestured for Maggie to scoot up and kiss her again. Now that they were both naked, skin-to-skin, their feverish desire led to them touching and grasping at each other as much as they possibly could. But as much as Maggie was enjoying the kissing and touching, she knew she needed to take this all the way. Maggie pushed herself to her elbows and cast a long, lustful gaze at Clover’s pussy.

  "Maggie… I want you to fuck me," Clover whispered, and the sound of the words on Clover’s lovely lips sent a shiver down Maggie’s spine.

  Maggie inched down the bed and positioned herself between Clover’s legs, bending her elbows just enough for her breast to touch the lips of Clover’s perfect pussy. Maggie performed a bit of a contortion act so she was positioned up against Clover’s pussy just right to rub her breast, its nipple perfectly swollen, against Clover’s throbbing clit.

  Clover moaned at the touch of Maggie’s flesh against her own, and knowing how it was making Clover feel, Maggie continued her motions. She let her nipple drift up and down Clover’s pussy and just ever-so-gently brushed against Clover’s clit with it. The feel of Clover’s sext on her nipple made Maggie shake with pleasure and her clit was fully prepared for whatever came next.

  "Oh Maggie, oh god," Clover moaned as she ran her hands through Maggie’s hair. Maggie did think she could wait any longer. She needed to know what Clover tasted like; she’d been dreaming about it for so long. Maggie lowered her mouth to Clover’s glistening lips and let her tongue trace along them. Clover tasted delicious: salty and sweet; Maggie knew she was addicted.

  Maggie let her tongue trace the same path she’d explored before, relishing the experience down to her core. Every time her tongue drifted across Clover’s clit, her body lifted off the bed, and shook with desire. Desperate cries of pleasure filled the room as Clover became overwhelmed with pleasure. Maggie let her tongue explore as deep as possible inside Clover’s pussy and sighed as the aroma of it glistened on her mouth and chin.

  Maggie turned her focus to Clover’s clit, tracing it in concentric circles until Clover’s moans of desire grew louder and her grip on Maggie’s hair grew stronger. But Maggie wasn’t ready to stop yet; she wanted to know what her fingers would feel like as they explored inside of Clover, and what Clover would feel like as she tightened around Maggie’s long, practiced fingers. Interrupting the motion of her tongue on Clover's clit, she lifted her head to get a good look at what she was about to enter.

  With her tongue still on Clover’s clit, Maggie brought one finger up to the entrance of Clover’s pussy. She traced around the outside slowly, and then up and down, before she let it slip inside of Clover’s slick wetness. Clover let out a pleasured yelp as she coated Maggie’s finger in her salty juices. Maggie explored Clover’s walls and, as she discovered a more forceful rhythm, let another finger drift inside of her.

  Clover grabbed hold of the sheets and twisted them in her fingers, moaning out her pleasure with every thrust of Maggie’s fingers. Clover couldn’t help but watch as Maggie’s fingers drifted in and out of her, causing even desire to swirl her senses even more. Maggie buried her face back in Clover’s swollen mound, her tongue working its magic as her fingers lazily twirled inside of Clover’s snug channel. Maggie flicked Clover’s clit back and forth, her tongue working in concert with the magic her fingers were working inside.

  "Maggie… Maggie I’m…" Clover called out as her body squirmed underneath Maggie’s hands. "Maggie, I’m…" Before Clover could finish her thought, a deluge of sweet nectar poured out onto Maggie’s hand as her pussy tightened and untightened around Maggie’s fingers. But Maggie didn’t stop her machinations, and she kept working on Clover’s sex until Clover could no longer move, her body exhausted from the torrent of pleasure that Maggie had unleashed upon her.

  Maggie pulled back away from Clover and sat up, licking Clover’s juices from her fingers, as Clover watched her, completely baffled at what had just happened.

  “Okay, so I misjudged you. Either you’re the most skilled straight girl in existence, or you might actually be gay.”

  Maggie crawled up on the bed next to her and lay down, trying to hide the smile on her face.

  “I’m fairly confident that it’s the latter, Clover.”

  Clover nodded without saying anything. She leaned over and kissed Maggie on the top of the head. She knew that after what had just happened, Maggie was going to need her to be comforting and offer her as much as affection as possible. But at the same time, one singular thought ran through her head over and over and over again…

  Kelby is going to KILL me.

  * * *

  When Maggie woke up the next morning, Clover was nowhere to be found. Maggie sat up, still naked but wrapped in Clover’s sheets, and looked everywhere in the dorm for her roommate, but she was definitely gone. So when Maggie got back to the room, she poked her head out the windows to see if Clover’s car was still parked outside the dorm, but it was gone too.

  Maggie crawled back in to her pajamas and then climbed the ladder to her own bed, where she drifted back in to a dreamless sleep. But before she fell asleep, her last thought was,

  Kelby is going to KILL me.

  * * *

  Clover had snuck out of the room before the sun had even come up, mostly because she needed to just think. Kelby was due back in a few days, and there was no way that Clover was going to lie to her about what had happened with Maggie was she was gone. She knew that Kelby was going to be furious, but Clover was a terrible liar, and she would never be able to keep it a secret for long anyway.

  As Maggie drove around the city, she did a lot of thinking about why she allowed herself to fall in to bed with Maggie to begin with. If things were so fabulous with Kelby, she never would have let it happen. In fact, nothing with Kelby had been very good for a long time. Kelby had been traveling more and more for her job, and she barely called or texted Clover when she was gone. They’d loved each other once, but did they still?

  Clover wasn’t so sure anymore.

  The truth was, from the first moment Clover had seen Maggie laying on the floor of their room, she’d felt something for her that she’d never once felt for Kelby. Kelby was distant and hard, beautiful but cold, and never seemed to appreciate or understand anything that Clover was doing. Kelby even mocked Clover once for her decision to act for a living, which had really frustrated Clover.

  But Maggie? Maggie was sweet and kind. She was encouraging, and supportive. And she was delicately pretty, in a way that made Clover’s heart flutter. She hated doing it to Kelby this way, but maybe it was time to move on, and Maggie was the catalyst to make that happen. She just didn’t know how she was going to break it to her without Kelby causing a scene. Because Kelby just loved a good scene, and this would be the perfect excuse for her to cause one.

  Clover circled the car through a parking lot and made her way back to Willow Creek. She needed to talk to Maggie about what they were going to do, especially now that she was going to end things with Kelby.

  Clover just hoped that Maggie didn’t regret what had happened last night.

>   * * *

  When Clover walked back in the room, Maggie was sitting on the couch eating cereal and watching cartoons. Clover couldn’t help but laugh at how cute she looked, all curled up in her PJ’s, staring at the TV. Maggie looked up and smiled, but Clover could tell she was trying to temper her excitement. She’d done a shitty thing by bolting first thing in the morning, and she felt that she had to explain herself.

  Clover flopped down on the couch next to Maggie and grabbed the remote, turning off the TV so she could focus. Maggie scrunched up her face in a fake pout.

  “Hey! I was watching Spongebob. Not cool.”

  Clover rolled her eyes. “Spongebob will be still be there in an hour. I need to talk to you.”

  Maggie felt her stomach drop. She was terrified that Clover was about to level the “we made a mistake” conversation on her, and she didn’t know if her heart could take it. She opened her mouth to try and cut Clover off, but Clover put her hand up to stop her.

  “Shush. Maggie, I like you. A lot. I tried to ignore the fact that I liked you, and I fought it for as long as I could, but it didn’t work and here we are. None of that changes the fact, however, that as far as Kelby knows, she and I are still together, and I can’t do anything else to hurt her until I’ve had a chance to talk to her. I’m going to break up with her, Maggie. And I’m willing to try… this. But there are a few conditions.”