Not-Sex on Not-Dates

by Tess Mackenzie

  “Once or twice.”

  “Ten times?”

  “Not ten. Um, probably. But does it actually matter?”

  “Not really.”

  “You can think about me too,” Becky said, after a moment. “You can think about this.”

  “Maybe I will, later.”

  They kissed some more, and Becky kept rubbing Liv, and after a while, despite what Liv had said, Becky slipped her hand inside Liv’s underwear and felt her all slippery hot and wet. Liv began to gasp, and moan, and whisper things about not stopping, so Becky assumed she was doing something right. She kept rubbing, and kept kissing, and after a while thought Liv might be about to come, guessing from the way Liv was moving, sort of pushing her hips up jerkily onto Becky’s hand.

  Liv was about to come, Becky thought, and that suddenly seemed unfair. Liv had gone down on her, but she was only fingering Liv. Liv ought to get head too.

  “Hey,” Becky said. “Wait,” and took her hand away.

  Liv seemed disappointed. She actually groaned. “What’s wrong?”

  “It’s fine,” Becky said. “Nothing’s wrong. Just stand up, and let me…”

  Liv didn’t understand. She was looking at Becky, bewildered, almost dazed. Her hand drifted towards her tummy, as if she was desperate enough she might just touch herself.

  “Stand up,” Becky said, trying to sound firm. “Or lie back. One or the other.”

  After a moment, Liv stood. Her jeans were already open. Becky leaned forward, and tugged at them, trying to get them down, wishing they weren’t skinnies and wishing Liv wore more girly clothes. She tugged, but couldn’t do much, not without risking pulling too hard and hurting Liv. Above her, Liv was breathing fast, almost gasping, desperate.

  Becky gave up. “Help me, for fuck’s sake,” she said. “Take these off, could you.”

  Liv nodded, and looked relieved, as if she finally understood what Becky was doing. She pushed the jeans to her knees, quickly, then sat down to yank them off. Becky tried to help, pulling at the cloth, but that just tangled Liv up and made everything worse, so she stopped and let Liv do it. Liv got the jeans off, and dropped them on the floor, and Becky pushed her back onto the couch. Pushed her back, and slid on top of her, and bent over and kissed her tummy.

  “Are you sure about this?” Liv said.

  “Yep.”

  “Sure sure?”

  “Shut up,” Becky said, and licked Liv’s tummy.

  Liv gasped, and shivered, but then said, “You don’t have to if you’re not sure.”

  “What did I just say,” Becky whispered, and licked downwards, tasting Liv’s skin.

  “Shut up?” Liv said.

  “Yeah,” Becky said, and licked far enough she felt cloth underneath her chin. “Do you really want to argue now?”

  “Um, not really.”

  “So shut up.”

  “Yep,” Liv said, and actually did.

  Becky wriggled down, so she was between Liv’s legs. Liv shifted up a little, making room. She put one foot up on the back of the couch, and the other on the floor. She was there, all sprawled, so Becky was looking right at her.

  At her undies, actually, Becky suddenly realized, because they’d both forgotten to take them off.

  She couldn’t believe how complicated this had got.

  Liv didn’t seem to have noticed, and Becky couldn’t be bothered trying to stand her up and undress her again. Even lifting up Liv’s feet to pull her underwear off would mean wriggling them past Becky head. It seemed a lot of trouble, and Becky couldn’t be bothered.

  She pulled the cloth to the side instead.

  Liv sighed, and went all floppy, limp against the couch. Anticipating, Becky thought. She would have done the same.

  Becky looked for a moment, almost curious, before she started. She looked at Liv and saw her spread and wet and bare. It was a beautiful thing to look at, Becky suddenly realized. She’d never seen anything quite like it before. It was beautiful, all unfolding, all open, ready for her mouth. Beautiful, and also, strangely practical as well. Practical in that it was obvious what to do. There were lips, and folds, all spread out, but lined up neatly, dainty little rows guiding Becky to Liv’s clit. It was tidy, Becky thought, and terribly organized, so very much more organized than trying to find things blindly with her hands.

  Becky lay there, staring, interested, and must have been a while. Eventually, Liv whispered, “Is everything okay?”

  “Sorry,” Becky said.

  “You don’t have to,” Liv said.

  “Oh shut up,” Becky said. “Of course I am. Especially now I’ve got this far.”

  “Oh good,” Liv whispered, sounding desperately relieved.

  Becky grinned up at her, quite proud of what she was about to do. Liv reached down, and stroked Becky face, and then said, “Um. Now?”

  Becky nodded, and bent, and breathed in quickly, smelling Liv. She found she desperately liked Liv’s smell. A warm exciting herness, all delicate and musky. Becky opened her mouth, and pressed it to Liv, and felt hot wetness against her lips. She felt Liv, and tasted her too, somehow both at once. Liv’s taste was different to what Becky expected, and different to tasting herself. It was more an excitement and sparklyness than an actual real taste. She breathed in, and then licked slowly, feeling Liv against her tongue. Tasting a hot exciting softness in her mouth as well.

  Becky licked, exploring, following the shapes of Liv, and Liv made gaspy little moans as she did. Becky licked further, and found a tiny bump, and sucked on it gently. Liv began to groan, so Becky kept sucking, smugly.

  She sucked, trying to please Liv, although part of her wanted to keep exploring. She wanted to touch with her fingers, and spread things open, and taste inside Liv. She wanted to press her face against Liv, and have Liv’s wetness all over her mouth. She wanted to do all that, but this wasn’t the right time. Liv seemed to be needing her quite urgently, now.

  Liv was holding onto Becky’s head. Holding quite tightly, Becky noticed, almost desperately, as if she was scared to let go. Becky wondered if she should say she wasn’t going to stop, that Liv shouldn’t worry, but she didn’t want to stop to talk right then. She sucked, and Liv reached down, past Becky’s chin, and pressed her fingers against herself. Becky assumed Liv wanted something inside her, and used her own fingers instead. They slipped in quite easily, and Liv loudly sighed. She sighed, and mumbled something about not stopping, and then began gasping, half sitting upwards, keeping hold of Becky’s hair. Quite suddenly, Liv’s taste changed. It was sweeter, and warmer, and somehow more her. Becky didn’t quite understand, but kept licking anyway. Liv began moaning loudly, and almost sobbing too, and then she suddenly went still. Still, except for a trembling all over, her arms and legs shaking against Becky’s sides, and the faintest spasm inside her pussy, against Becky’s fingers.

  Liv was coming, Becky suddenly realized, feeling silly she hadn’t noticed sooner. She didn’t quite know why she hadn’t, except she supposed she’d half-expected everyone else to do what she did. Becky sucked, and tried to listen, almost curious with Liv would do. Liv’s legs were squeezed against her ears, making it tricky, but she’d never actually heard another woman come before. Liv went still, and the taste of her changed again, and she mumbled something about feeling good. Then she finished, and stopped moaning, and then pulled Becky up, against herself. She pulled Becky up, and kissed her, and Becky stopped being curious and kissed her back.

  “Sorry,” Liv said, stroking Becky’s hair. “I didn’t mean to pull.”

  “It’s fine. You didn’t really.”

  Liv kissed again. “But I did some?”

  Becky shrugged.

  “Did it hurt?”

  Becky shook her head.

  “Sorry,” Liv said. “And oh my fucking god thank you.”

  Becky smiled, and Liv kissed her some more.

  “Are you okay?” Liv said. “You’ve gone all quiet.”

  “I’m fine,” Becky s
aid. “I just want to do that lots more.”

  Liv smiled, and seemed pleased, and kissed Becky again, and Becky was glad Liv didn’t mind kissing after Becky had given her head. She was glad, and then wondered why would Liv mind. She’d just done the same to Becky, after all.

  They kissed for a while, and then Liv ran to the bathroom again. Because of the beer, she said, they weren’t finished yet. She told Becky so very deliberately, and that she was only going to pee. Not get herself off, she said, although Becky could listen if she wanted to.

  When Liv came back, she licked Becky out some more, and murmured as she did how much she liked Becky’s taste. She said it first, and seemed surprised when Becky said she liked Liv’s too. Later, Liv was surprised again when Becky wanted to sixty-nine. Becky shrugged, and said she liked it, and Liv smiled, and said she did too. That was all good, Liv said, and so they did.

  It was all good, Becky thought. It was nice, and obvious, and fun, and all quite wonderful, and she was really quite surprised she hadn’t tried it sooner.

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  Hi, this is Tess, who wrote this story.

  I hope you enjoyed it. And thank you for reading!

  If you’d like to read some more, here’s how! But just to mention it, I also do straight erotica. Just so no-one gets a fright!

  So mostly, I write short fiction, and usually when each story is finished I put it here on my website, and also at a place called Wattpad. Those are all free to read or download, by the way.

  Then, when enough single stories are written to make an anthology, everything recent is collected together into an anthology book to sell.

  But just to be really, completely clear, so no-one is upset when they realize later on - the anthology books mostly collect the same stories as are already around the place for free. Exactly the same! So if you would like to buy a book, I would really appreciate it, and that would be fantastic! But please don’t feel obliged! Because if you’d rather try reading things first, or would just rather not pay for whatever reason, then please don’t!

  As well, there are several novels, including Evie’s Job, which is a romance about Evie, a student, and Natalie, an older lawyer. And also, Touching Mia, which is the first of an erotic romance-ish series about Mia and Ellie, friends who sleep together and accidentally fall in love.

  Anyways, thank you heaps for buying this, and for reading it. I’m really, really grateful. So just, thank you. Lots!