So Chloe threw her arms around Jennie’s neck and kissed her. Jennie’s lips only made her clit harder. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been this turned on. Even the time in Jennie’s bed hadn’t been quite like this. Maybe it was the thrill of being here in public, or maybe it was the fact that they weren’t going to stop at hands.
Chloe reached out, letting her hands roam wildly over Jennie’s cleavage. Her breasts were as perfect to the touch as they were to Chloe’s eyes, and she felt indescribably lucky to be allowed to touch them. She quickly pulled off Jennie’s tank top and bra.
She was anxious, craving something she couldn’t name. She would’ve done anything Jennie wanted in that moment. She didn’t care anymore. All she needed was Jennie on her, in her, as much of Jennie as she could possibly get. The details were just details. She needed Jennie, full stop.
And Jennie held her, kissing her and caressing her body. Chloe sighed into her mouth. Jennie pushed her down onto the table so her back was against the wood and her legs dangled off the edge. Jennie’s hands grasped at every part of her. She seemed as determined to do this as Chloe was.
“I don’t care what anyone else says about you,” Chloe whispered. “I believe in you, and I’m not going to stop.”
Jennie nodded, clearly focusing more on Chloe’s body. “I know you’re there for me.”
Her hand landed on Chloe’s clit, and Chloe shuddered with a gasp. The touch felt too good to be real. How could such a light caress send shivers running all through Chloe? She quivered on the table, pushing her legs further apart. Her need was becoming urgent. She wanted Jennie between her legs.
Next to the table, Jennie dropped to her knees. Her lips found Chloe’s thighs and she kissed her way up and down each one for long minutes, driving Chloe out of her mind. She’d expected Jennie to dive straight in, but instead she was taking her time and teasing Chloe.
“More,” Chloe begged.
Jennie gave a soft laugh. “I don’t know if you can handle more.”
Shaking, Chloe wrapped both hands around the back of Jennie’s head and pulled her closer to her throbbing clit. “I need more!”
Calmly, Jennie reached up to caress Chloe’s breasts. Then she closed the distance between them, and her tongue moved in long, slow strokes over Chloe’s opening. She was still avoiding the pulsating spot where Chloe needed her the most.
Still, Chloe immediately crashed back against the table. Her legs moved automatically, wrapping around Jennie’s shoulders to hold her in place. As much as she wanted Jennie to lick her clit hard and fast, if Jennie continued trying to torture her, she could come just from Jennie’s tongue swirling around her entrance. She was that worked up.
Luckily that didn’t happen. Hearing Chloe’s anguished moans must’ve caused Jennie to take mercy, because her tongue landed exactly where Chloe wanted it a few seconds later.
Chloe gasped loudly and bucked against the table. Jennie was licking her in small, slow circles, and it felt too good to bear. As her desire grew, Jennie’s tongue moved faster. It was like Jennie intuitively knew how to work Chloe’s body. Or maybe she was just reading Chloe’s mind.
“Oh God!” Chloe gasped out as Jennie slipped a finger inside her.
The penetration was too good. Paired with the way Jennie’s tongue was still expertly working Chloe’s clit, it was too much. Chloe wriggled and writhed, her legs locking even tighter around Jennie’s back.
It didn’t take Jennie long to notice her state, and she pulled away enough to ask, “You’re going to come?”
Chloe nodded, wild with pleasure.
“Yes,” Jennie told her, driving into her with her finger. “I want you to come for me now.”
Chloe shuddered, and she wrapped her hand around Jennie’s to make her move the way that she wanted. Jennie went back down between her legs, and Chloe soon shuddered in pleasure. Seeing her explosion only seemed to turn Jennie on more.
Chloe breathed raggedly, unable to catch her breath. It was time for her to return the favor now, and although she could hardly wait to find out what Jennie tasted like, she needed a moment to recover.
“You liked that?” Jennie asked, standing up with a little smile.
Propping herself up to sit, Chloe nodded. “Now switch places.”
Jennie seated herself at the edge of the table, and Chloe knelt between her legs. She could see how wet Jennie was, so she didn’t waste any time. She pressed her tongue right inside, licking up Jennie’s sweet-tasting juices.
Jennie moaned softly, a sound which made Chloe extremely happy. As she located Jennie’s hard little bud with the tip of her tongue, it occurred to her that the table was the perfect height for this. She wondered if the two of them could sneak in here and make use of the spot regularly. The idea made her smile, even as she continued to pleasure Jennie.
It didn’t take long for her to bring Jennie to a climax. Or maybe the time just flew by because Chloe was so absorbed in her soft folds and sensual moans. Chloe was almost disappointed when Jennie stopped shaking and pushed her away. She wanted to make Jennie come over and over and over.
But maybe they could do that next time. For now, the two of them collapsed to the floor in a heap of limbs. Chloe wrapped her arms around Jennie, wanting, needing to be close to her.
Jennie held her closer. In return, Chloe held her with all her might. She never wanted her to escape from her grasp. She wouldn’t let her go if she had any choice about it. She couldn’t let her go. This was everything she had been wanting.
She waited for Jennie to speak again. Surely she should be the first to say something. After something like that, even Chloe knew that something should be said.
But Jennie didn’t speak again. She held Chloe, and the silence stretched on.
TWENTY-TWO
“Is something wrong?” Chloe finally asked.
With the silence in the room broken, Jennie looked at the woman beside her. She’d been lost in her thoughts for a long moment. After her orgasm, she’d almost forgotten that Chloe was there. She adjusted herself on the floor. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, but being next to Chloe was what mattered.
“No, nothing,” Jennie said.
“Are you sure? You’re pretty quiet. Between the two of us, that should be me.”
Jennie gave her an understanding glance. “Well…”
“You know I don’t like talking,” Chloe said softly. “If I ask you a question, you could do me the favor of answering it.”
“I’m okay,” Jennie said. “I was just thinking about something.”
“Now we’re getting somewhere. What thing?”
There was no use in hiding it. If Chloe wanted to pursue this, which she certainly seemed to, she was going to have to accept all of Jennie – warts and all. Although it might be hard, Jennie should be straightforward with her from the start. If Chloe was going to run, better for her to run now. Jennie would only get more invested as time went on.
“I still don’t know if I’m good for you,” Jennie told her. “I have this tendency to ruin everything I touch. I don’t want to do that to you.”
Instead of getting up and leaving, Chloe simply looked worried. “Ruin everything like what? You haven’t ruined anything.”
“What about selling to the customers? Paula thought that was pretty bad.”
“Tony asked you to do that. Paula was an ass to blame you.”
She had a point, and yet it wasn’t enough. “I still did it, and it wasn’t right. That’s not even what I was thinking of, though. I ruin people’s lives.” Jennie shifted so that she could look away from Chloe. She left her hand on her knee, though.
“What are you talking about? Whose life?”
“Well, here’s one example.” Jennie paused. Was it a good idea to tell Chloe this? There were plenty of people who knew about the events, but Jennie hadn’t explained the full story to anyone. She sighed as she went ahead and said it. “My parents’ divorce. I made them break up.”
“It’s just an example,” Jennie said, trying to brush it off. “I didn’t really want to talk about it.”
“No, tell me. How did you make them break up? Weren’t you a kid?”
“I was sixteen.”
“Isn’t that when you came out?”
Jennie hung her head. Chloe was about to figure everything out. “Yeah, it is.”
“Wait. Those things weren’t related. Were they?”
“Well, actually…” Jennie trailed off, too pained to continue. Chloe grabbed her hand and held it silently until she felt ready to speak. “My dad freaked out,” she said softly. “He called me all sorts of names and kept trying to figure out what had caused it, what had brought this abomination into her family. He wouldn’t speak to me for weeks. He was barely speaking to my mom.”
“I’m so sorry,” Chloe whispered.
Jennie continued. “Since he wasn’t speaking to me, I had to find out from my mom that he was blaming her for it. She supposedly made me gay by being a bad role model and not giving me the right toys as a kid. He said it was all her fault, and he didn’t want anything to do with either of us. My sexuality was that disgusting to him. He left her.”
“Oh, no,” Chloe whispered.
Jennie nodded. Now that she was talking about it, it kind of felt good to get this off her chest. “Within a month of me coming out, he was gone. Me and my mom were on our own. She was broke and single now, where before she had a happy family and a house. She wasn’t pleased about the change, to say the least.”
“Did she take it out on you?”
“I guess she did. She was supportive at first, but she got meaner when she realized Dad wasn’t coming back. She didn’t want to spend money on me anymore. She wouldn’t go to my parent-teacher conferences or help me with my homework. I couldn’t get anything on my own, so I had to start selling.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah. I got into it easily, since I was already smoking a little. I found the supplier and undercut the other dealer. Once a few people were hooked, I raised the prices. They told their friends, and those friends told their friends.”
Chloe held her, stroking her arm and whispering soft words of comfort. Jennie was still surprised that she had opened up so much. She’d kept those feelings to herself for a very long time. She supposed it was only fair – Chloe had opened up to her, too.
“I can’t believe you’ve been carrying this weight for eight years,” Chloe said.
“Why wouldn’t I?” Jennie asked. “It’s fucked up, isn’t it? No one else has that kind of coming out story. Everyone else just tells their parents, and they accept it right away. At the worst, they accept it after a year or a couple years. I don’t know anyone else who’s like me. No one else who ruined everything by being gay.”
“Well, I have a couple of things to say to that,” Chloe said. “First of all, you didn’t split up your parents. You’re gay, plain and simple. What else were you going to do? You couldn’t have stayed in the closet your whole life because your dad was a homophobe. That wouldn’t have been fair to you, or to whatever guy you had pretended to be with. You did the right thing by coming out.”
“But I split them up because of who I am. I’m toxic.”
“You’re not toxic. A healthy marriage would have been able to survive the child coming out. There must’ve been other problems in your parents’ marriage before that. If you think back on it, were they really happy? The fact that your dad blamed your mother – would he have done that if they had a good marriage?”
Chloe was wrong… wasn’t she? Jennie knew for a fact that she was toxic. But what if Chloe could find something different in her? What if Chloe was seeing her – really seeing her?
Closing her eyes, Jennie tried to think back. She remembered her parents laughing together. Sometimes she’d caught them dancing in the kitchen or cuddling in front of the TV. She had a lot of happy memories from when her family was together.
But… not all of the memories were happy. There were also the times that her dad had come home drunk and violent. She remembered cowering in the cupboard as he hit her mom. Once, she’d helped her pour out beer bottles. Another time, her mom had gotten as far as packing her clothes to leave. She’d forgiven him in the end, but maybe they would have split up eventually.
“Second of all…” Chloe’s voice picked up confidence. She still had her arms around Jennie, and Jennie took comfort in her touch. “Not everyone has a good coming out story. People only talk about the ones that went well because people don’t want to talk about sad things.”
“How do you know? You said your parents were cool with you.”
“My family found it hard at first, but they came to terms with it eventually. I’m very lucky for that. But listening as much as I do, I hear things that people don’t realize. They always seem to forget that I’m there. I’ve overheard a thing or two, even among the girls here.”
Jennie nodded. “Fair enough.”
“Some people’s parents come to terms with it eventually,” Chloe said. “And maybe yours will, too.”
Jennie doubted that. Maybe other people’s parents would, but not hers. Her father hadn’t even spoken to her in years. And good riddance. She didn’t need a drunk, violent homophobe in her life. Her mother was still disappointed about it, but she could tell her about the girls she dated. She was accepting enough, even if she would have preferred that she be straight.
“It’ll be okay, Jennie,” Chloe said, patting her hand. “You have to let this go. Your parents’ divorce wasn’t your fault.”
Jennie never would have thought she’d agree with that statement, but she nodded. Holding onto the pain was only hurting her. She’d only been a kid when her parents broke up. And if she wasn’t to blame for that, could it be that she wasn’t actually toxic? It was too much to think about right now.
“I guess we’d better go back in,” she said.
After cleaning up, they headed back out into the hall. They held hands as Jennie opened the door, then quickly dropped them as they left.
Jennie glanced at Chloe one more time as they went through. Another look at her deep brown eyes would give her strength to get through the rest of this night. She couldn’t wait for it to be over so that she could take Chloe back to her place and be alone.
She did her best to not look like she had just been fucking Chloe, but they were still side-by-side as they passed through the doorway. Fuck. The worst possible person appeared in front of them, her brow furrowed and her hands on her hips. “Where have you two been?”
Jennie tensed up at the sight of Paula. Considering that she knew about their relationship, what they had been doing a minute ago had to be obvious.
“Sorry, Paula.”
To Jennie’s great surprise, Paula’s features softened, and after a moment she actually cracked a smile. “That’s okay. Clearly I can’t stop you two from seeing each other, so I’m going to have to accept it. Just get your work done, would you?”
TWENTY-THREE
Chloe opened her eyes, unsure of where she was. The body beside her was prone and didn’t move as she sat up, rubbing her temples. She looked around, quickly realizing that she was at Jennie’s place. She pulled back the blankets to make absolutely sure. It still felt like she was dreaming when she was with Jennie.
Yesterday, she’d learned a lot about Jennie. Chloe knew she wasn’t perfect, and now she had a better idea of what she struggled with. She still worshipped everything about Jennie. If she could help her feel better in any way, she would. It was a crime that Jennie had ever thought of herself as toxic, and Chloe resolved to change that view as best as she could.
She gazed down at Jennie’s sleeping face. The worry lines were gone, and she looked young and innocent. Not exactly true. Chloe smirke
d as she remembered what they had done last night. Still, it was nice to see Jennie looking so content.
Normally Chloe would have let her sleep, but she had a good reason to wake Jennie up. She suspected Jennie wouldn’t mind being woken by a finger between her legs. They’d slept naked, so it only took a gentle push to get Jennie onto her back. Jennie stirred slightly, a small smile coming across her face, but then she slept again.
She looked so cute right now, completely passed out like that. She moaned softly as Chloe carefully grazed a finger over her clit. Chloe wondered how far she could go. She licked her lips, wondering if it might be possible to go down on Jennie without waking her up.
With a gentle touch, Chloe pushed Jennie’s thighs apart. Again Jennie stirred, but didn’t open her eyes. Chloe’s mouth watered as she took in Jennie’s naked body and the all-too-enticing area between her legs. She carefully eased herself onto her stomach, positioning herself just right. Smiling to herself, she paused and then leaned in.
“What the…?” Jennie asked sleepily.
Chloe laughed as best as she could with Jennie at the tip of her tongue. She couldn’t exactly speak right now, but she assumed Jennie would figure out what was going on soon enough. She licked Jennie’s clit, getting more turned on as Jennie’s body reacted.
She wasn’t sure if Jennie herself understood what she was doing, but her body definitely did. Jennie’s hips rocked back against the mattress, then forward to grind her clit into Chloe’s mouth.
“Chloe,” Jennie breathed, sitting halfway up. “Holy shit… I just woke up… I…”
She gave up on speaking and fell back to the mattress. Chloe hummed to herself, content that she was able to give Jennie this pleasure. Jennie was always so good to her, so giving, and for once Chloe was able to give her something back.
Jennie’s legs spread further open as Chloe continued her work. Her soft panting made Chloe proud of herself.
Chloe was disappointed when Jennie pushed her away. Was Jennie done already? She hadn’t even come close to climaxing.
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