Intentions - SF9

by Meagher, Susan X

  Jordan got up from her chair and crossed over to Mia's, folding her long legs to sit on the floor. She looked up and said, "No. No, I haven't." Her head dropped and she stared at the floor for a few seconds before she asked, "I act like I have been, don't I?"

  Mia began to stroke the silky blonde hair, saying softly, "Yes, you do. You act really frightened, Jordan. What's frightened you so much?"

  The tall woman rubbed at her eyes with both fists, looking very frustrated. "It's…it's not really fear, Mia." She shook her head a bit as she corrected herself, "Well, that's not true. In a way, it is fear, but not fear of sex."

  "Go on," Mia urged, not having gained any insight thus far.

  "I've had a decent number of guys touch me, Mia, and it's never been a big deal. I've never had actual sex with a guy, but I've done everything but with a couple of them."

  "Did you like it?" Mia asked, a little surprised that Jordan had gone as far as she claimed, given her response to having her breast touched.

  "Yeah," she shrugged. "It was okay. I didn't really get what the big deal was, so I kept trying to fool around with different guys, thinking maybe they were the problem."

  "But they weren't, huh?" Mia asked quietly.

  "No. It wasn't them," Jordan admitted. "I didn't have any spark with any of them, Mia. It felt okay, but not great, you know? Nothing like it felt when those women kissed me…that was…that was great."

  "So…you do have sexual desire? Um…do you uhh…" she looked down pointedly, letting her gaze linger on the area between Jordan's legs.

  The blonde flushed as she nodded. "Yeah, I know myself pretty well," she admitted. "I've known myself an awful lot…lately." She shrugged, adding, "It's those dreams I keep having."

  "Tell me about your dreams," Mia urged, still running her fingers through Jordan's hair.

  "Um…sometimes they're not actual dreams," she said softly. "Sometimes they're daydreams. I um…lie in bed and think about how it feels when you kiss me, and before I know it, I'm um…knowing myself," she said, an adorably embarrassed expression on her face.

  "Tell me how it feels when I kiss you," Mia asked, leaning over to place a gentle kiss on Jordan's exposed neck.

  Turning around and entwining her fingers through Mia's hair, Jordan pulled her down a little and placed a tender kiss on her lips. Her mouth was curled into a sly grin as she released Mia, and she whispered, "It's better than my dreams. It feels like magic." She locked eyes with Mia and said, "It's not the sex that frightens me. It's how I feel inside. It feels so powerful, Mia. Like I can't control it."

  Continuing to stroke Jordan's hair, Mia murmured, "I understand, Jordan. I really do. Sometimes it does feel like it's more than you can handle." Smiling down at the lovely woman who was now leaning against her leg, Mia promised, "The good news is that now you have me to talk to when it feels like too much."

  "Thanks," Jordan whispered, slowly rubbing her head against Mia's warmth. "That helps…a lot."

  The bath buddies could hear the muted ringing of a phone, but neither paid much attention until Mia knocked and said, "Ryan, Bryant's calling on your cell."

  "Do you mind bringing it in?" Ryan asked. "We'll never get out of here."

  Mia's curly head popped in, and she giggled as she took in the scene. "Nice position," she said to Jamie, then handed Ryan the phone.

  "It's the only way it works, with her long legs," Jamie whispered, surprisingly calm about Mia seeing them in such an intimate clutch.

  Ryan was chatting with Bryant, obviously making arrangements for their meeting. "Hey, Jamie?" she said as she hit the mute button. "Would you like to have Bryant meet you at the game tomorrow?"

  "Sure. That would be fun. I'll save him a seat."

  Ryan finished her conversation, then handed the phone back to Mia. "Thanks," she said. "It would have taken us ten minutes to get out of here."

  "No problem. I hope to be able to use your solution to the 'bathing with a long-legged lover' dilemma one day."

  "Hey, would you mind letting some water out and adding a little more hot?" Ryan asked. "If I lean forward that much it will upset our balance."

  Mia smiled and did so, looking up when Jordan popped her head in. "Come on in," Ryan said, deciding it was too late to be modest now. "Wanna join us?"

  "Now that would be interesting," Jordan smirked. "You two don't have room for a bar of soap in there, much less me."

  "You doing all right?" Ryan asked her tall friend.

  "Yeah. Fine. What's the agenda for the rest of the weekend?"

  "Have a seat," Jamie offered magnanimously.

  Ryan turned as much as she could and shared a smile with her partner, pleased that she seemed so much more comfortable with her body than she used to be.

  Jordan sat on the floor, scooting up against the wall. Mia sat in front of her until Jordan tapped her on the shoulder and indicated that she could lean back. Mia did so, sighing with pleasure as she felt the long arms and legs wrap around her body. "Ooh, Jamie, you got the raw end of the deal," she groaned. "These big girls are very nice pillows."

  "Maybe," Jamie agreed, "but I've got a very nice view." She held her wet hand up and dripped a few drops onto Ryan's breasts, immediately causing the nipples to firm up.

  "Hey," Ryan said, covering her breasts with her hands. "We don't have to show everybody my rapid response time, do we?"

  "Oh, my little prude," Jamie teased, kissing Ryan's ear.

  A panoply of events from her past ran through Ryan's mind, any one of them enough to make Jamie's eyes pop out of her head at her lack of modesty. But she kept her musings to herself, liking this more open, playful side of her lover and deciding to let her feel that she was scandalizing Ryan a little bit. She also thought that being around a relaxed lesbian couple was good for Jordan, potentially normalizing a difficult situation. "Yeah, you're hiding back there, tough girl. I'm the only one on display here," Ryan reminded her.

  "Uh-huh," Jamie scoffed. "If you had a nickel for every woman who saw you naked, you'd have more money than I do."

  Ryan started to tell her she was wrong, but did a quick check of the math first, just to be accurate.

  "So, what's up for tomorrow?" Jordan asked. "We've got our pre-game meal at two, a walk-through at three, and then we have to be there at 5:30 for the game, so our afternoon is shot. What do you two want to do?"

  Jamie replied, "We'll go find a rental car, maybe go to one of the museums down here. Don't worry about us. We'll be there to pick you up after the game, and we can go to your dad's house then, okay?"

  "Sounds good," Jordan agreed. "He lives about halfway up Malibu. It's about an hour's drive from here."

  "You sure that's what you want, Jordan?" Mia asked.

  "Yeah. It's a nice place and we can relax a little. Seems like a shame to waste a day at the beach, doesn't it?"

  "I'm up for it," Ryan agreed. "Will you call and see if we can change our tickets, Jordan?"

  "Okay. Last flight back okay with everyone?"

  Jamie shook her head and said, "Don't include me. I've got to fly to Portland Sunday evening. I've already made my arrangements."

  "Two-sport family," Jordan said, shaking her head. "Bummer."

  After another refill of the hot water, Jordan and Mia left the bathroom, with Jamie calling after them, "Hey, why don't you guys turn on the radio or the TV…loud."

  "Gee, Jamie, why would we want to do that?" Mia asked, intentionally obtuse.

  Jordan yanked her out of the room, and seconds later the sounds of MTV reached the bathroom. "Good girl," Jamie said, pleased to have her commands obeyed.

  "Got something in mind?" Ryan asked softly, her deep voice echoing off the walls.

  "You're starting to prune," Jamie said, holding up one of Ryan's hands for inspection, ignoring her partner's question.

  "It's not permanent," Ryan murmured, very pleased with their position and the temperature of the water.

  "This is nice, isn't it?" Jamie asked, dipping h
er head to capture a damp earlobe. "I like being able to cuddle you like this."

  "I like being cuddled this way," Ryan said. "It's nice…makes me feel small. I don't feel that way often."

  "Why don't you sit up just a bit, Love, and let me wash your back."

  "Okay," Ryan sighed, not in the mood to argue about anything at the moment.

  As she leaned forward, Jamie spent a moment just running the tips of her index fingers over the firm muscles in front of her. She didn't see Ryan from this position very often, and she found that she was crazy for the view. Ryan's upper body was draped over her bent legs, her broad back sweeping up in a neat V from her trim waist. Her skin was perfectly smooth, not one visible imperfection marring the view.

  "God, I love your back," Jamie sighed, cupping her hands and dipping them into the water. She let the water trail down the sculpted surface, watching as it made dozens of independent tributaries, skimming off in many directions at once.

  "Thank you," Ryan murmured. "We aim to please."

  "Oh, you please, all right. If I was any more pleased, I'd burst."

  Ryan chuckled mildly, her back muscles moving from the effort.

  "Lean back now," Jamie said as Ryan detected the nice, light scent of the gel.

  She leaned back and smiled as she felt a pair of soapy breasts start to glide against her back. "Like the soap delivery system?" Jamie asked, her taut nipples skimming across the slick surface.

  "Mmm-hmm," Ryan murmured. "Feels great."

  Jamie lathered up her hands and started to work on Ryan's breasts, and the larger woman sighed softly. "You know," she murmured, "I'm very grateful for the new appreciation you've given me for my breasts."

  "Pardon?" Jamie's hands stilled even though she kept them right where they were, gently cupping the firm flesh.

  Ryan laughed softly and repeated herself. "I didn't get that much pleasure from them before," she admitted. "I liked 'em, and I liked having them touched, but they weren't a prime pleasure zone for me. You've changed that," she said simply.

  "But how…?"

  "You get such pleasure out of touching me," Ryan said, reaching up to place her hands over Jamie's and squeeze gently. "Your pleasure is contagious."

  "Really?" Jamie asked, delighted that she could unintentionally perform this feat.

  "Really. I see how your eyes sparkle when you touch me, and it makes me throb a little." Ryan started to stroke her partner from her elbows to her hands, musing, "Sometimes I'll be lying back, and you'll have one of my breasts in your mouth and your hand on the other one, and you look so indescribably content that I can feel my pulse pick up. Every once in a while you'll look up at me, and you honestly look like a kid caught with her hands in the cookie jar." She chuckled softly and said, "It's so adorable, Jamie. It makes me see the little kid that hides just under your typically mature self. I love that little kid," she mused, shaking her head slowly.

  Jamie laughed, the sound floating past Ryan's ear and sending tingles down her body. "Sometimes I feel like I've been caught doing something naughty," she admitted. "Not so much if I'm just concentrating-only if you look at me while I'm doing it. I get so much pleasure out of touching you…I guess it feels like it must be kinda wrong."

  "Does that inhibit your enjoyment?" Ryan asked.

  "No, actually it enhances it a little," Jamie admitted. "You've taught me how to enjoy guilty pleasures, Babe. That's been your gift to me."

  "Those are pretty good gifts," Ryan decided, giving Jamie's hands another squeeze. "The gifts that keep on giving."

  "Uh-huh, and I'm gonna give generously tonight. Fasten your seat belt." Her breath was hot where it caressed Ryan's skin, and the taller woman could feel her partner's heartbeat begin to thrum a little more rapidly against her back.

  Jamie's hands began to knead Ryan's breasts, letting the firm tissue slide through her hands as the gel created millions of tiny bubbles. Ryan could feel her partner's hips begin to twitch, her body expressing its needs. Soon the sensations overtook the taller woman, and she began to moan softly, in time to the stroking. "Ohhh, Jamie, this feels too good," she gasped. The delicious sensation of her partner's breasts rubbing against her back as her own were played with was making her feel out of control, and she tried to scale back so their friends didn't hear them.

  "Let it feel good, Baby. Don't fight it." Jamie had scooted down as low as she could in order to be able to nibble on Ryan's neck, and she could feel her partner's hips start to sway under the warm water.

  "We can't, Honey," she moaned. "This will never work."

  "Sure it will," Jamie soothed, assuming that she was referring to being overheard. "Just relax and enjoy my touch."

  Ryan's head started to shake but Jamie's hand slid under the water, distracting her thoroughly as it parted her flesh and began to tease her most sensitive place. "Unghh," Ryan grunted as the gentle fingers began to stroke her. "No, really," she moaned, pulling Jamie's hand away. "It doesn't feel good under water."

  "What? Why?" Jamie asked, never having attempted the act herself.

  "Washes away the lubrication," Ryan insisted. "Water just doesn't work. Trust me. I've tried…numerous times."

  The blonde's mind raced, unwilling to halt the intimate contact. "Maybe you just haven't been using the right lubrication," Jamie said, her eyes dancing.

  Ryan decided to relax and let Jamie experiment. "I'm game for whatever you've got cookin'. You've rarely had a bad idea."

  "I'm not going to let a little water stop me from loving you, Ryan. It'll take a bigger obstacle that that!"

  Jamie took the shower gel and squirted it from Ryan's neck down to mid-thigh-as far as she could reach. Wetting her hands, she started to massage every part of Ryan's body, her hands gliding over soft flesh made softer still by the slick gel.

  "Oooh, your muscles feel all tense," Jamie murmured. "You worked hard tonight, didn't you?"

  "Yeah, I guess I did," Ryan admitted. "This feels so good. I feel so pampered and cared for."

  "You are cared for," Jamie assured her. "I care for every little cell in your luscious body. You're my life, Ryan."

  "God, it's such a short time to feel so completely and thoroughly known," she said in wonder. "I feel like you know me nearly as well as I know myself."

  Jamie gently corrected her. "No, that's not true. I've got a long way to go before I know you as well as I want to. Luckily, we've got years to explore each other."

  "Our whole lives," Ryan said, smiling softly as she watched Jamie's hands probe each of her stiff muscles. "Oooh, that's a sore one," she said when the searching hands began to work on a muscle high up on her inner thigh. "Wow…feels great." Ryan moaned softly as Jamie's fingers probed a little higher, trying to keep her sounds of pleasure to a minimum.

  "Relax, they can't hear us. Don't give them another thought. They're probably wrestling around on the bed already."

  "Good point," Ryan gasped, surprised by a very impudent touch. She finally tossed one long leg over the side of the tub to allow for better access.

  Jamie's fingers slid between her legs and started a very erotic massage of her most hidden flesh. A lavish application of the shower gel had Ryan moaning in tandem with the pressure, letting her head drop back against her partner's shoulder. There was something extremely sensual about being enveloped in Jamie's warm, wet embrace while determined fingers stroked her body into a frenzy. The slick touch was deliciously maddening, and she knew she needed some release as soon as possible. "Come inside, Jamie," she whispered. "Let me feel you come inside me. Oooohhhhh," she moaned as her partner's other hand slipped under a muscular thigh to satisfy her request. Her hips began to pump, sloshing some of the water up the sides of the tub. "Aaaah… aaaaah….ahhhh! Yes!!" she cried as Jamie gently pushed her over the edge, the smaller woman delighting as goose bumps broke out from the tip of Ryan's toes to the top of her head. She shivered violently, but Jamie was sure it was not from the cold.

  "Relax, Love, just lie back again
st me. I've got you," Jamie murmured, rocking Ryan in her arms until the last bits of stress left her muscles.

  "Oooh," Ryan groaned softly. "That was such a good idea. I can feel every bit of stress leaving my body-going right down that drain." She was still shaking, but she managed to sit up and turn the hot water on full-force. Settling back against Jamie's chest again, she asked, "How do you always know what I need, even when I don't?"

  "I love you, silly. I know you intimately."

  "That's true," Ryan sighed. "Guess what I want now?" she asked lazily.

  "I know the answer to that too, Buffy, but you're not going to sleep in here!"

  The pair emerged from the bath nearly a half-hour later, to the amused gazes of their roommates. "Night," Ryan mumbled, falling into bed with a thud.

  "G'night, Ryan," Jordan said, and Mia echoed her.

  "Good night, you two," Jamie said, unable to suppress a big yawn. "Stay up as long as you like. It won't bother us."

  Mia had an impish look on her face, and as Jamie got under the covers she said, "I would remind you to say your prayers, but you apparently did that already."

  "Huh?" Jamie mumbled sleepily, snuggling up against her lover.

  "Why else have you been crying, 'Oh God, Oh God, Oh Sweet Jesus'?" Mia asked innocently.

  The extra pillow from their bed was hurled so quickly that Mia didn't get a chance to duck. Luckily, Jordan's quick reflexes saved the smaller woman, preventing full-scale warfare from erupting between the feisty roommates.

  Both Jordan and Mia were weary of sitting on the uncomfortable chairs, but there was only one other option. Mia finally brought up the topic. "I'm gonna go put on something to sleep in, okay?"

  "Sure. Good idea," Jordan said, looking fairly composed.

  Mia decided to put on a pair of sweat pants, but since it was warm she decided on just a T-shirt as a top. Jordan shot a quick look at her outfit, then went into the bath and emerged in a matching ensemble. Mia climbed in first, trying to stay fairly close to the edge to give Jordan some physical and emotional space. They lay facing each other, speaking very softly so as not to wake Ryan; Mia had explained to Jordan that it would take more than soft speech to wake Jamie.