Popcorn Love

by KL Hughes

  Macy’s instinct was to tease her best friend, but she knew how big this was for Allison. She could actually see tears glistening in Allison’s eyes. Family was everything Allison had always searched for.

  “So,” Macy said. “That’s good, right?”

  “Yeah,” Allison whispered. “Yeah, and it felt genuine, you know? Like when they said that to me, I didn’t have any doubt that they meant it.”

  “So, why all the panic?”

  Allison groaned and dropped her forehead back into her hand. “Because I’m no good at this stuff, Macy,” she said. “I’m not good at being part of a family. I’m not good at loving people.”

  Macy’s stomach clenched uncomfortably as a wave of sorrow rolled through her, and she sighed and nudged Allison with her foot again. “I would argue otherwise.”

  Keeping her head down, Allison picked at Macy’s blanket. “I need popcorn,” she grumbled, “to help me deal.”

  Macy snorted and rolled her eyes. “And I need coffee in order to help you deal, but you don’t hear me whining about it.”

  “You should make me some popcorn,” Allison said, smiling slyly. Her smile then quickly morphed into a well-practiced pout. “Please.”

  “You go make your own popcorn,” Macy said. “What am I, your maid? Does being in love mean your limbs suddenly no longer work?”

  “Yes, that’s exactly what it means,” Allison told her. Her pout then deepened. “Please, Mace? Can’t you see I’m in a crisis? I need comfort food made by my best friend.”

  “You’re not in a crisis, Alli. You’re in love.”

  “Same thing,” Allison said.

  Macy laughed out loud at that one. “Not quite, mate. Last time I checked, crises don’t come neatly packaged with a smokin’ hot millionaire and an adorable three-year-old.”

  Allison pinned her with a playful glare, and Macy just shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Fine. I’ll make you some bloody popcorn, but don’t think this conversation is over. I want full details on this birthday party you mentioned.”

  Nodding, Allison sighed and sank down further on Macy’s bed. “Yeah, yeah. I hear you.”

  “Oh,” Macy added as she climbed out of bed, “and I want full details on the awesome sex you had last night, too.”

  “Not a chance,” Allison said as Macy disappeared into the kitchen that joined their room to another.

  “Do you want the popcorn or not?”

  * * *

  “Hello?” Allison answered the phone but quickly jerked her head away from the device when random loud tones went off in her ear. She glanced at the caller ID again to be sure she read it right. “Elena?”

  “Alson?”

  Allison smiled, surprised to hear Lucas’s voice. “Hey buddy!”

  “Is this Alson?”

  “Yeah, kid.” Allison let out a soft laugh. “This is Allison.”

  “Alson!” He squealed. “What you doing?”

  “Well, I’m talking to you,” she told him.

  “Oh. When you coming home?”

  Allison closed her eyes at those words, letting them sink in and swirl around. It was amazing how children could say the simplest yet equally monumental things.

  “I don’t know, buddy.”

  “Now?” he asked. “It’s dinner time.”

  “I don’t think so, Lucas. I just saw you earlier today.”

  Lucas whined. “But me and Momma miss you!”

  Ah, hell, Allison thought. He was laying it on strong. She could imagine the pout he likely wore, his puffy bottom lip poking out as far as it would go.

  “I miss you guys too.”

  “Okay!” Lucas cheered. “See you at dinner! Bye!”

  Allison blinked and looked at her phone to see that the call had been disconnected. She thought about calling back to see if Elena actually intended for her to come over again so soon, but after a moment’s hesitation, she simply decided to go.

  When Elena pulled open the front door fifteen minutes later, in fresh clothes, and grinned at her, Allison knew she had made the right decision. “I see my son has conned you into devoting more of your day to us,” Elena said.

  Allison shrugged. “He told me to come home.” She stepped over the threshold and pulled Elena against her. Allison nuzzled her nose against Elena’s before pressing a tender kiss to her supple lips. “So I did.”

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  When they were finally able to get Lucas to sleep after a wild temper tantrum that resulted in the boy barring himself behind a coffee table and refusing to go to bed, Allison grabbed Elena’s hand and pulled her from Lucas’s room.

  “Where are you dragging me off to?” Elena asked once they were in the hallway.

  “Living room,” Allison said. “I figured we could watch a movie or something.”

  Elena tugged on Allison’s arm to pull her to a stop at the end of the hall. “I thought we were going to bed.” She pulled her a little closer. “That is what you told Lucas after all, and we would not want to violate his precious trust, now would we?”

  Allison wrapped her arms around Elena’s waist. “I won’t tell him if you won’t. Come on, don’t you wanna couch-cuddle with me?”

  “Can we not cuddle in bed?”

  “Totally, but I’m pretty sure that we can’t be an actual official couple until we’ve cuddled on a couch at least once.”

  “Oh, is that so?”

  “Yup. It’s in the official, um, manual of couple things.”

  “I see.” Elena looped her arms around her neck. She then tilted her head toward the living room. “Then by all means, darling.”

  Allison didn’t hesitate to scoop her up, bridal-style, and take off toward the living room.

  * * *

  “Oh God,” Elena whispered as Allison’s hands slid up her thighs, her hot, wet mouth leaving a scorching trail along Elena’s collarbone. “I thought we were supposed to be cuddling.”

  “We are,” Allison said. “This is advanced cuddling.”

  They sank further into the couch cushions as Allison shifted to position herself between Elena’s thighs, her hands sliding up the lengths of Elena’s legs and onto her sides. She anchored herself there, holding tight. Mouths melded together, Allison and Elena became a tangled knot of passion as the heat between them grew into a roaring flame and Allison almost began a gentle yet rhythmic thrusting motion with her hips.

  Her pelvis pressed firmly against Elena’s clothed sex with every forward thrust, and the friction drove them mad. Her pace quickened as Allison felt Elena’s nails dig into her back, the woman’s ankles locked firmly above her ass. Their breathing became ragged, staggered, and shallow as Allison ground down into Elena’s sex, craving the pressure. They moved together easily, naturally, as if they had been lovers for years, had known one another’s bodies for a lifetime.

  Allison chuckled hotly against Elena’s throat, and Elena pushed at her chest so that she could see Allison’s face. “What is so funny?” she panted.

  Allison grinned at her, the motion of her hips slowing but never stopping. “I feel like a teenager,” she said.

  “What do you mean?”

  “We’re grinding, fully clothed, on the couch,” Allison said. “It feels like we’re teenagers, you know? Like we’re dry-humping in your parents’ house and might get caught any minute or something.”

  Elena laughed out loud and pulled Allison down to swallow the sound. She nibbled at Allison’s bottom lip before whispering, “There is a certain appeal to getting naked with the babysitter, I suppose.”

  “You suppose?” Allison asked, raising her eyebrows.

  “Okay,” Elena said. “There is definite appeal to getting naked with the babysitter; then again, I am beginning to wonder if we are actually going to get naked at all.”

  A sly grin crept over Allison’s lips as an idea sprang to mind. She made a show of glancing around the room before lowering her voice to a whisper and asking, “Are you sure we should? What if y
our parents come home early? We could get caught.”

  Elena’s brows knit together for a moment before realization seemed to kick in and she blushed. Allison worried for a moment that she wouldn’t go along with it, but then Elena bit her lip playfully and said, “Don’t worry. Daddy’s work galas always go on for hours. They’re never home before midnight.”

  “Okay,” Allison whispered. “Well, can I, um, can I take your shirt off then?”

  Elena pushed herself into a semi-sitting position. She nodded shyly and let Allison pull her top up over her head and drop it on the floor. She giggled as Allison dropped her mouth open dramatically and whispered, “Wow.”

  Allison cupped both hands around Elena’s breasts, feeling their weight and rubbing her thumbs over the stiffening peaks beneath the soft fabric. “You’re beautiful,” she breathed.

  Elena kissed her deeply. “So are you.”

  The kiss quickly turned feverish, both women panting into each other’s mouths and breathing sharply through their noses so that they could remain latched together. Elena groaned her disappointment when Allison finally did disconnect. Allison yanked her own shirt over her head and tossed it. She wasted no time popping open her bra either, and Elena’s mouth was on her flesh before the material even hit the floor.

  “Fuck,” Allison gasped as Elena’s teeth grazed her nipple. Her hips jerked forward, and both women moaned as the motion sent Allison’s pelvis colliding into Elena’s clothed clit once more. Elena latched onto Allison’s hips, digging her nails in, and jerked Allison forward and against her again.

  Allison began a steady rhythm between Elena’s legs again, pumping forward with absolute abandon. She shoved up Elena’s bra and sucked one nipple roughly into her mouth as she continued to grind down into Elena’s sex with her own. She moved hard and fast until her flesh began to feel too hot and her jeans too tight and constricting.

  Panting, Allison pulled back and popped open the button on her jeans. She emptied her pockets, too, just to give herself a little more comfort. Her wallet dropped to the floor with a soft thud, and then she reached for the hard knot where her keys were shoved down in the front right pocket of her jeans. She yanked them free and then chuckled as she held them up for Elena to see.

  “Look,” Allison told her. She held up the small bottle of pepper spray attached to her keychain. “I brought protection.”

  Elena laughed out loud before slapping a hand over her mouth. She shook her head as she laughed into her hand before taking a breath and saying, “You are such an idiot.”

  Allison just grinned at her and dropped down to kiss her again. “But a lovable one, right?”

  Elena pressed laughing kisses to Allison’s lips and chin and cheeks. “Yes, dear,” she answered. “Now, finish what you started before my parents come home and catch us.”

  “Oh right,” Allison said. “I can’t believe you’re gonna let me take your virginity on your parents’ couch.”

  “Oh, now I’m a teen virgin?” Elena asked. “Does this make you the experienced senior? Because, considering the fact that I am older than you, I think I should get to be the experienced senior, and you can be the hot, young freshman.”

  “Good point,” Allison said. She then cleared her throat and slipped back into character. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this, Elena. I used to watch you in math class and write your name in little hearts all over my notebook. This is like a dream come true!”

  Elena giggled so adorably in that moment that Allison actually pulled back. “What?” Elena asked. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing,” Allison said, shaking her head. “I just…I never thought you would be the giggling type. You surprise me sometimes.”

  Elena pulled her back down so that their chests rubbed together. “I never was before,” she whispered against Allison’s mouth. “I suppose you bring it out in me.”

  They smiled into their kiss, and then Allison whispered, “Let’s see what else I can bring out, shall we?”

  Elena yelped as Allison suddenly and swiftly jerked her up off the couch and pulled her onto her lap. Peppering kisses over Elena’s chest, she wrapped her hands around the brunette’s hips and slowly began to rock her back and forth on her lap. Elena’s hands tangled in Allison’s hair as Allison sucked at her nipples, one after the other, and then licked her way back up to Elena’s neck and then her mouth.

  As their kisses grew deeper and hotter, Elena’s hips surged forward faster and faster, until she was panting and riding Allison’s lap, grinding against the rough material of Allison’s jeans. When she couldn’t take it any longer, she reached down to unclasp her slacks. “I need more,” she whispered. “Touch me, Allison.”

  She reached for Allison’s hand and pulled it to the top of her pants. Allison slipped her hand down into the thankfully loose material, and both women moaned deeply as her fingers slid through Elena’s soaked slit.

  “God, you feel good,” Allison panted against Elena’s open mouth as the woman gasped and slammed her hips forward so that Allison’s fingers slipped even further south.

  Allison positioned two fingers at Elena’s opening and teased it, dipping in and out with just the tips, just enough to drive Elena positively mad. “Is this what you want?” Allison whispered, and Elena nodded against her forehead.

  “Yes,” she said. “Yes, please.”

  “You want me inside you?” Allison husked, still only teasing. She felt a new rush of fluid as Elena moaned at the words and her sex clenched tightly around Allison’s fingertips.

  “God yes, Allison,” Elena pleaded. “Do it.”

  Allison teased her only once more before plunging her fingers upward and inside, loving the way Elena’s breath slammed from her lungs and she instantly began to ride her hand. Allison pumped in and out of her the best she could in this position, Elena’s knees digging into the couch on both sides of Allison’s thighs.

  Elena had one arm wrapped around Allison’s back, her fingers pressing into Allison’s side. The other hand was still tangled in blonde hair. Her grip tightened as Allison drove her to the edge of orgasm, and she bit into Allison’s shoulder when she came, coating Allison’s hand in her pleasure. She rode out the last waves of her orgasm, jerking with each movement of Allison’s fingers inside her before expelling a massive sigh of relief and going limp in her lap.

  “Mm,” she hummed against Allison’s neck. “Thank you.”

  “Thank you,” Allison said. “That was sexy as hell.”

  Elena chuckled hotly against the sweat-slicked flesh of Allison’s neck. “You must be dying,” she said after a moment. “Let me touch you.”

  Allison kissed Elena’s shoulder. “Whatever you want, Elena.”

  “That’s what I want,” Elena told her, leaning back to look into Allison’s eyes. “I want to touch you, and I…”

  “What?” Allison asked.

  Elena blushed beautifully in the semi-dark. “I would like to taste you as well.”

  Allison’s limbs all turned to jelly in that moment as an image of Elena’s head positioned between her thighs sprang instantly to mind. She moaned before she could even stop herself, her clit throbbing almost painfully inside her jeans.

  Elena smiled. “I take it you are amenable to this?”

  “Oh my God, Elena.” Allison groaned, shifting her legs so that Elena bounced on her lap a bit. “I’m so fucking amenable I should change my damn name to amenable. Amenable Sawyer.”

  Elena laughed so hard in that moment that she actually snorted, the sound only causing Allison to adore her more. She blushed again as she bit her bottom lip and said, “Very well then, Amenable Sawyer. Shall we take this to the bedroom?”

  Allison jumped to her feet with an excited grunt, taking Elena with her.

  They tripped their way down the hall, Allison shuffling along with Elena in her arms. When they finally made it to the bedroom, Allison practically tossed Elena onto the bed. She took just a moment to shut and lock the do
or before leaping onto the mattress. They wasted no time in divesting themselves of their remaining clothing before their mouths melded together once more and Elena’s fingers dipped into the molten heat between Allison’s thighs.

  “Yes,” Allison hissed as Elena touched her eagerly, the s sound carrying on for what felt like forever. She writhed beneath Elena’s touch, realizing that Elena was intent on teasing her just as much as she herself had been teased. Allison didn’t care. Worked up as she was, she was fairly certain she could get off on Elena’s teasing alone.

  She was right, because a moment later, Elena’s fingers slipped up and pressed against her clit. “Oh God,” Allison gasped. “Elena, I’m gonna come.”

  Elena pressed her clit again and then ran a circle around it with her thumb, and Allison’s hips surged up off the bed as she came with very little urging.

  “Wow,” Allison panted as she trembled. “Wow.”

  Elena ran her fingers through Allison’s slit again, collected the juices and then brought her fingertips to her lips.

  Allison propped her head up just in time to see the woman’s fingers disappear between supple lips, and when Elena moaned at the taste, Allison thought she might just orgasm again.

  “Fuck, that’s hot.” She gulped. “Do you like it?”

  “As if you can’t tell,” Elena said. She leaned down then and licked along Allison’s bottom lip before kissing her deeply. “Are you ready for more?”

  “So ready.” Allison moaned as she slid her hands over Elena’s heated flesh and then up into her hair when Elena began to kiss her way down Allison’s body.

  Elena hovered over Allison’s sex, breathing her in. She hesitated only a moment before dipping down and pressing a firm kiss to Allison’s wet outer lips. Allison jerked at the touch but urged Elena to continue with a gentle press to the back of her head.

  Elena slipped her tongue down through Allison’s slit and pressed at the soaked opening that begged for her attention. She sucked at every inch of Allison’s sex, obviously enjoying learning the places that made Allison moan the deepest or jerk the hardest, and when she sucked Allison’s clit fully into her mouth, Allison rocketed over the edge with a sudden cry. She clamped her thighs around Elena’s head and rode out the orgasm on her tongue.