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Regina dragged the razor one last time over her already smooth leg, humming with satisfied delight as she dunked the blade into the bathwater. She leant forward to drag her pruney hands up and down both her legs with her feet on either side of the tub’s spout, folding up to reach for her feet. She held that position for a long while, trying to calm and collect herself and ignore the giddy butterflies flocking in her stomach.
Unfolding with a wistful sigh and a hopeless smile, she sank back into the lukewarm water, hands roving back up her body an eliciting shivers all over her skin. She felt slightly ridiculous, like she was performing for somebody, but she had so much anticipation bubbling up inside her, and it felt good to touch her body to release some of it, even if her own ministrations only seemed to get her thrumming more.
With her toes, she flicked the lever on the tub spigot to let the water drain, letting out a deep breath along with it. She glanced at her phone lying precariously on the side of the tub, but it remained black and silent. She knew it was still far too early for Joan to be texting her that she had arrived, but part of her wanted an excuse to greet her girlfriend at the door wearing only a towel and with dripping wet hair, if only to see the inevitable blush on her face.
Resigned to getting properly dressed according to acceptable dating customs, Regina sighed and stood in the tub to rinse off excess soap and shorn leg hairs, then wrapped up in towels, one around her body and one around her long blonde hair. She brushed her teeth quickly, taking some nervous energy out on her rear molars, then sighed in the mirror at the sight of a small cluster of spots forming on her left temple.
Shrugging off those minor complexion problems, she scampered to her bedroom to distract herself with picking out something to wear, suitably sexy yet not so much that it would frighten Joan. Her girlfriend was quite shy, which she found almost painfully sweet, but she still didn’t want to push the envelope too far and make her uncomfortable. That being said, Regina found it difficult sometimes to downplay her natural sex appeal, so she hoped the little black camisole top and loose-fitting jeans wouldn’t give poor Joan too much of a heart attack. To aid in that mission, she kept her makeup simple and natural, with a bit of flavored lip gloss that she hoped Joan would like to taste on her.
Her phone dinged just as she was admiring herself in her bedroom mirror, hoping her wet-haired retro look would be sufficiently silly yet sexy enough to make Joan laugh and want her at the same time. Grinning broadly, she knew the text was from her girlfriend before she unlocked her phone, and did a little bouncy dance and giggle when it confirmed that Joan was at her door. She practically threw the phone down on her bed and started to rush out of her room, before remembering herself and pausing in the hall to take a deep breath and give her hands a shake, exorcising a little more of that nervous energy she had so much of.
Still, she bounced to the front door, throwing it open to see Joan and fighting not to run to her and launch herself into her arms. It didn’t help that she looked so perfectly Joan, wearing some high-waisted jeans, a tomboyish stripy top, white trainers, and a shy smile, threatening to become a huge, happy grin to nearly match Regina’s.
“Hey, Reg.” She blushed and readjusted her grip on her backpack straps, her eyes obviously caught by Regina and how she looked.
“Hey there, Joanie.” She darted in for a quick kiss to her cheek, then ushered her inside her flat. “You look so cute.”
“Likewise.” Joan seemed to relax a little as Regina reached for her hand, just standing with her for a moment.
Finally, after getting a bit lost, Regina remembered who she was and what was happening. “So. Wanna watch something?”
Joan smiled and nodded, and Regina’s knees buckled a little. “Put on whatever you like.”
“Nah, I think you should pick this time,” Regina insisted, as Joan settled on the sofa. “Go on. I’ll make the popcorn. What do you want to drink?”
“Just water is fine,” she replied absentmindedly as she scrolled through nature documentaries on Regina’s TV.
Regina couldn’t help grinning to herself, going so foolishly soft for her girlfriend as she left for the kitchen. They hadn’t been together more than a year, but Regina knew she was so good for her, soft in all the places Regina was hard, serious everywhere she could be flighty. Even their senses of humor meshed; Regina was dedicated to drawing those quiet little giggles out of Joan with her deadpan, put-upon jokes and observations, while Joan would often surprise her with a clever, drawled remark made just for the two of them.
As good as Regina knew Joan was for her, they both had agreed to take things nice and slow with their relationship. Joan trusted her with herself, a fact that filled her with pride, but made her especially careful to maintain that trust. Things were only slightly complicated by Joan’s shyness and the fact that all of Regina’s previous girlfriends had been cis women and Joan was trans non-binary. Regina was terrified to get anything wrong with Joan, of upsetting her in some way. But even when she did muck something up, Joan was more lovely about it than she ever had to be, and they were more than able to work things out along the way, together.
So Regina cuddled up to her impossibly sweet girlfriend with a bowl of popcorn and tried to be at all interested in cape buffalo migration for almost an hour, a difficult task when Joan was so close and warm. She seemed to know what she was doing to Regina, too, letting out a small, huffed laugh when she reached for Regina’s thigh to pull it over her own and Regina very nearly whined as she squirmed to snuggle closer.
“I meant it, you know,” Regina breathed, looking up at Joan longingly. “You look positively spiffing tonight.”
Joan rolled her eyes, but her hand on Regina’s knee began gently stroking up and down. “You’re the one who looks special. I’m just… me.”
“Exactly.” Regina tucked her forehead into her girlfriend’s neck and sighed out over her chest. “I love you. Just like this.”
“I love you too.” Joan’s voice was hushed, a touch choked with emotion. “I’ve been thinking about tonight, you know?”
Regina did know. “Me too. I… I just want it to be perfect for you.”
“I really want to be perfect for you,” Joan pleaded her, quietly desperate. “Reggie… are you ready for this? Do you really want…?”
“Only if you are,” Regina replied swiftly, taking her hand and bringing it to her chest. “There’s no pressure, baby. But don’t hold yourself back because you think I couldn’t want you.”
Joan bit her lip, and Regina knew she had hit on exactly why she could be so hesitant. “I know you love me, just like this. What’s there to worry about now?” she shrugged, reasoning her troubles away.
“Nothing at all,” Regina told her truthfully. “Just tell me what you want.”
“Kiss me?” Joan asked hopefully, offering her a sheepish smile.
Regina turned over onto her side, nudging her right knee over Joan’s thighs. Joan welcomed her into her lap, pulling her in by her leg, then settling her hands on her hips, looking her up and down almost reverently. Regina sank into her, winding her arms around her neck as they touched belly to belly, Joan’s hands clasped at the small of her back.
Regina smiled into their first kiss, sweet enough to make her feel giddy. Joan’s hands kept her from floating away, anchored her to the serious business of making her girlfriend feel good. She gave Joan all that she knew she liked, little teasing touches of her tongue and soft, breathy moans, beginning to squirm in her arms.
This was as far as they’d ever gone, and, as far as Regina was concerned, a fine place to stay forever. From here, she knew every touch and kiss would be another cherry on top of something that was already more than enough.
They kissed until Regina could feel Joan growing restless underneath her, her hands beginning to spread out over her back and wander a little lower. Regina broke off their kiss to grin and give her hips a small grind, her mouth falling open a little when she felt Joan’s hardness underneath her.
“Okay?” Joan asked her, her hands just barely floating above Regina’s waist, as if needing permission to touch.
“Er, yeah,” Regina drawled, making Joan blush and smile at her naked approval. “What about you?”
“I think you can tell for yourself,” she said wryly, her hands pressing down to help Regina grind into her again.
“Feels really good,” Regina moaned, beginning to pick up the pace. “Do you like this?”
“Yeah,” Joan breathed, every sign she was giving Regina with her body confirming it. Her eyes were wide and dark now, her breathing quickening, her hands gaining confidence. And then there was her arousal, becoming an obvious bulge in her jeans that made Regina groan to ride against and arch down on.
“Mmm, oh, god….” Regina had to bury her face in Joan’s neck as she continued humping her, her hand between them to touch herself through her own jeans. “Need you, Joanie.”
Joan breathed in deep, and her hands squeezed at Regina’s hips, asking her to slow down. She obeyed immediately, rocking back to look down at Joan, her hand coming up to bite down on her fingertips, trying to contain herself.
It was increasingly difficult to do so when Joan reached for her, her hands slipping under her camisole, a little shy. Regina closed her eyes and sank into the touch as she felt Joan’s long, beautiful fingers creep up to her breasts, letting her head tip back with a groan when she rubbed over them, thumbs dragging across her hard nipples. She closed her hands over Joan’s, through her rucked-up camisole, encouraging her to touch and squeeze and never stop, all her shy attention leaving her breathless.
“You’re really beautiful,” Joan told her, blushing as soon as it was out, her admiration painfully obvious. Her hands faded back down her body, pressing in to her soft belly and curling around her hips.
“Come to my room with me?” she challenged, taking one of her hands and bringing it up to kiss and hold. Her hips had begun rocking again, searching for more heat and making her shudder when she found it. “Please? I wanna show you.”
“Reggie, I think…,” Joan began, before cutting herself off, unsure. “What if I want you like this, but, you know….”
She gestured at where their bodies were connected, hopelessly awkward. Regina pressed herself down and gave a little wriggle, smirking when Joan had to bite her lip to stifle a whine.
“You wanna fuck me, Joanie?”
Joan’s face flamed, but she had to laugh at herself, looking away sheepishly. “I see you’re more than fine with that idea.”
“God, yes.” Regina folded forward into her, grinding deep and slow. “Wanna ride you, just like this. Come all over you and keep riding you, have you begging underneath me.”
Joan whimpered for her, clutching at her hips and pulling her as close as she could. She was nicely hard beneath Regina now, her body beginning to buck up into her.
Regina slowly backed away from her, as much as it ached for both of them to do so. She reached for the waist of Joan’s jeans, appreciating the contrasting firmness of her belly under her fingertips, moving up and down with her increased breathing.
“Can I undress you?” she asked her, sweetly, but seriously, always wanting to make sure she was still okay.
“Yes, please.” She lifted off the sofa for her to quickly unbutton her jeans and pull them down, revealing her legs to her for the first time. She nearly groaned when she saw that they were covered in light brown hair, so pretty and curly and soft-looking, growing more thickly on her inner thighs, closer to where her briefs kept the rest of her from view.
“So gorgeous,” she gushed, strangled with it, as she went to her knees and pushed her fingers up her thighs, stopping a few inches away from her underwear. “Can I touch you here?”
Joan nodded, blushing profusely. “Please, erm… can you call it my clit?”
Regina groaned as she cupped her gently, getting a feel for her for the first time. “Such a perfect clit,” she murmured, giving it a soft, appreciative squeeze. “Wanna see it, if that’s okay?”
“You can see it,” Joan urged her. “You can… do what you like, really.”
Regina shared a smile with her as she carefully tugged her briefs down, easing them over her hard, aching clit, so big and beautiful. It fit perfectly in her hand when she took hold of it, just big enough to fill her palm and let her brush at the head with her thumb.
“Feels good,” Joan sighed, sinking down into the sofa as she was touched. “Your hand is really soft?”
Regina smiled broadly at the adorably awkward comment, suddenly feeling the urge to crawl back into her girlfriend’s lap and kiss her senseless. But instead, she stayed on her knees, helping Joan work her legs free from her jeans and underwear, until she was completely bare from the waist down. Regina kept touching her clit, stroking it slow and steady, while her other hand crept up her thigh, heading towards the hem of her shirt.
But Joan bit her lip at that, and not in a good way. She squirmed a little and took Regina’s wandering hand in hers, stopping her from venturing any further. “Erm,” she began, halting and unsure and heartbreakingly soft. “I think I’d like to keep that on, actually.”
“Okay,” Regina chirped immediately, pulling her hand back to rest safely on her thigh. Joan looked a bit guilty, downcast, but Regina was quick to reassure her. “Hey, that’s okay, baby. I get it. It’s fine.”
“Really?” Joan whispered, incredulous. “I’m sat here, you’re touching me… and I can’t even let you see me?”
Regina breathed out slowly, resting her cheek on Joan’s knee, trying to show her how she would never go. “Baby, I see you. You’re so beautiful, just like this.”
She lifted her eyes to Joan’s, smiling when Joan let out a held breath, calming herself. “So’re you,” she admitted, blushing and quiet. She reached down for her, her hands stroking at Regina’s arms. “Can you come back up here? Wanna kiss you, while you… while you touch me.”
Regina got to her feet, surprised she could with how weak Joan made her. But as she prepared to straddle her legs and settle herself on her lap, Joan stopped her, her hands tight on her hips.
“Wait, er…. D'you, maybe….” She trailed off, frustrated, then regrouped, meeting Regina’s eyes with all the courage she could find. “Wanna see you, too. That is, if you want, of course….”
But Regina was already unbuttoning her own jeans, her hands fast and fumbling. She shimmied them down and then hooked her thumbs under her underwear, but again, Joan stopped her.
“Can I?”
Regina paused, suppressing a shiver. “Go for it,” she rasped.
“Can I touch you?” Joan asked her, before moving a muscle. “I’ve never….”
She swallowed hard, and Regina feared her face might burst into actual flames, so she took pity on her, reaching down to card her fingers through her curls. “You can touch me,” she whispered, thumbs stroking at her cheeks. “You can use more than just your fingers, if you want.”
She punctuated the offer by dragging her thumb down to Joan’s mouth, gently parting her lower lip from her top one for her. Joan inhaled audibly, but she had to avert her eyes, blushing somehow even deeper.
“Maybe not yet?” She looked apologetically at Regina, who immediately shushed her and resumed touching the rest of her face.
“That’s alright. It’s a lot, I know.”
Joan grinned, crooked and sheepish, while her hands once again curled around her hips. She took a deep breath and hooked her fingers under waistband of her underwear, haltingly sliding them down her legs. She seemed to almost be relieved to see her, to brush her thumb through her blonde curls once she had helped Regina step out of her underwear. Her touch, even as shy as it was, made Regina’s breath catch, and she was aching for her to find her clit and see how she could make her feel.
They were both silent as Joan explored her, simply stroking her at first before delving deeper. Regina hardly minded the potential awkwardness of standing in front of her, legs slightly apart, watching as she began to rub at her more firmly, gaining confidence with her touch. Regina had been wet practically all day thinking of this, thinking of Joan touching her for the first time, of Joan being touched for the first time.
“You’re so pretty,” Joan breathed, pressing her fingers to her entrance just as she thumbed at her clit. “Does this feel good?”
Regina nodded, her hands closing in Joan’s curls as she held back a deep groan. “You can fuck me, if you want? With your fingers?”
Carefully, haltingly, Joan pressed deeper, her breathing going still as she plunged inside Regina, the way eased with her wetness. Regina sighed out, half-whimpering, her hips aching to sink down and ride something, anything, her fingers if she had to. She reached down to touch herself as Joan began to slide her fingers back and forth, and together they stroked her pussy, deep and shudder-inducing and purposeful.
“Mm, Joanie… I could come from this….”
The breathy admission made Joan slow her hand, smirking a little as she pulled it back. “Wanna get in my lap now?”
Regina agreed with comical eagerness, grabbing on to Joan’s shoulders as she straddled her thighs. At first, Joan grinned up at her as she took her waist in her hands, but when Regina reached down to wrap her hand around her clit again, she went still, frowning.
“Erm, actually.… Christ, I keep doing this to you,” she admonished herself, shame creeping up on her face.
Regina backed away a little, laying her hands comfortingly on Joan’s chest. “Doing what? If you’re not okay with something, we can switch it up,” she reminded her.
“But I said I would,” Joan complained. “I said I wanted to… to fuck you, but… now, I don’t know.”
“That’s okay,” Regina chirped. “We can stop. Or we can do something else. You’re allowed to change your mind, always.”
“Don’t wanna stop,” she mumbled, her hands tightening on Regina’s waist. “I still want you on top of me, just like this, but… could you just, sort of… rub on me? I don’t want to be inside you, but, you know, against you.”
Regina moved forward again, settling on her thighs and holding back her excitement to do what Joan was suggesting. “Like this?”
She spread her legs a little and scrunched up nice and close to Joan, slowly easing her hips forward until her pussy just nudged against Joan’s clit. She was still so hard and hot for her, and Regina moaned softly as her pussy made contact. Joan pressed her down into her, her hands squeezing her hips and arse, overcome.
“This okay, baby?” Regina tried for a gentle roll of her hips, watching Joan carefully as she slid against her clit.
“Oh my god,” Joan groaned, making Regina almost laugh. “That’s perfect.”
“You like that?” Regina confirmed, thrusting again, still slow but grinding a little deeper.
Joan could only whimper as she nodded, her clit twitching against Regina’s pussy. Regina pulsed for her, groaning when she sat a little lower onto the couch, giving her an even better angle to ride and grind. She tried to keep from humping her outright like she needed to, so badly, needed every bit of the sweet slide up and down the length of her clit. She mewled as the heat began to build so deep inside her, leaving her stuttering and grinding for more, searching for everything Joan could give her.
Her girlfriend was just as eager for her pleasure as she was, her hands all over her hips and waist as she moved. “Come on, Reggie,” she urged her, hushed and longing. “Feels so good….“
Regina could hardly take anymore, touching herself and nearly crying out with it. She rubbed at her clit fast, making her breath hitch and her body tense, faster and faster until it was too much, in the best way, leaving her moaning high and broken and falling into Joan for support. Her girlfriend held her fast through it all, for every little shake and whimper she gave, letting her ride it out so perfect and sweet against her.
For so long after, all Regina could do was breathe, her body pulsing and burning hot, only fueled by Joan’s loving touches. She held on tight to Joan, winding her arms around her neck, and, when she was ready, nosing into her for a kiss, something soft and breathless to help her find herself again.
“So good.” She shivered as Joan’s hands traveled up her body to her breasts, pressing them together through her camisole. She arched for her, moaning, feeling how hard she still was for her and how badly she needed to get off too.
“Keep going?” Joan asked, shyly pleading. “I’m close, Reggie.”
Regina groaned at that, swiveling her hips down hard and deep. “Wanna make you come, baby,” she breathed, leaning back to ride her. Her hands went to the hem of her camisole, suddenly too hot and suffocating for her to wear anymore. But she hesitated, more than willing to keep it on if it meant Joan would be more comfortable.
But Joan touched her there, too, her eyes meeting hers as her hands settled on the warm, flushed skin of her waist, sinking in to her softness. “Take it off?”
“Mmm, yeah.” Still grinding on her clit, Regina pulled the top up over her head, baring herself completely. The air hit her and made her gasp, but her nipples could only peak a little tighter, already so electrified from Joan’s closeness and her own arousal. “Touch me?”
Joan was breathing hard as she brought her hands up to cup her just under her breasts, lifting them slightly, as if testing them in her hands. Regina grinned and placed her hands over hers, then smoothed them up her chest, touching herself, giving Joan a path to follow if she wanted. But Joan seemed happy to keep her hands where they were, her thumbs kneading into her softness and rubbing at her hard nipples, all while she kept moving in her lap, rubbing her pussy up and down her throbbing clit.
“Oh, Joanie.” She spread her legs a little further, trying to get down into her to make it as sweet as possible. She arched her back and tried to make it a show for her, squeezing her own breasts and trailing her hands up to flip her hair away from her shoulders, shaking it loose as she rode. “Wanna make you come for me, baby.”
“I’m gonna,” Joan choked, her breathing harsh and quick now. She let one hand drop from Regina’s chest to touch herself, toying the dripping head of her clit and making herself gasp. “Ohhh….”
“Yes.” Regina fucked harder, moaning right along with Joan as she tensed underneath her. “Yes, yes, please….”
“Fuck….” She was trembling under Regina, whimpering as she spilled into her hand, cursing softly to herself. Regina backed off of her a little, giving her room to bring herself down, but staying with her while she did. She watched her chest heave, her body tense over and over as she came, her hand teasing out more from herself until there was nothing left.
“Good?” she asked her, once her hand had settled on her clit and her breathing had slowed somewhat.
She smiled dazedly, slumping against the back of the sofa and reaching out for Regina to brush her fingertips up and down her hip. “So good.”
“Good.” Regina moved to her side, where she could cuddle up against her, one leg between hers. Joan spread her fingers over her thigh, hitching her closer, while her other arm snaked around her waist, where she could caress her from her breast to her hip. Regina could have fallen asleep like that, wrapped up in so much warmth, nothing expected of them but to breathe with each other.
“I know I’ve probably got this backwards,” Joan spoke up, hushed but happy. “But do you want to go lie down? In your bed?”
A sunburst of warmth flooded out to Regina’s fingers and toes, and she had to stretch out to give it somewhere to go. “Joan,” she intoned, “I have been dying to do that.”
They stood, got cleaned up, and Joan dressed herself again, and Regina took her by the hand to her room, her heart pounding more for this than anything they had done. She saw her small bed in a whole new way once Joan was perched on the side of it, waiting for her to slip into a pair of shorts for sleeping.
“I hope you’ll stay 'til morning,” Regina remarked, unsure if that was in fact Joan’s plan.
“I’d like to,” she said quietly, letting Regina in between her knees to kiss her again, smiling into it.
“I never want you to leave,” she told her, pushing her curls back from her face and feeling a bit lovestruck and foolish. “Sorry. Was that weird to say so soon?”
“Well,” Joan mused, her arms curling around Regina’s waist. “If it is… then I’m weird too.”
“Well, we knew that already,” Regina teased her, pushing her gently down onto the bed. Once she had rearranged herself on her side, Regina crawled in beside her, using only a fraction of the ample room Joan had made for her, cuddling as close as possible.
“Reggie? Did you know that tonight… would be the night?”
“I had an inkling,” Regina responded airily, while Joan twiddled a lock of her blonde hair between her fingers, as if studying it.
“So did I,” she whispered, blushing darkly. “Reg, I… never thought I could have this.”
Regina let out a long breath, her eyes closing to the feeling of Joan touching her, her hand passing over her arm like she was ensuring she was really there. Regina pressed herself closer, trying to tell her everything she was feeling was real, and it was beautiful. She tucked her head into Joan’s neck and kissed her there, letting herself shiver as Joan’s hand spread over her lower back.
“You’ve got me, Joan,” she let her know, even as she was close to falling asleep in her arms. “You know you’ve got me.”
Tonight was the night for Joan to hold her and know that. Regina felt it between them, beating steadily, a connection. She loved every touch they had shared, and would show her every night she needed to how she loved her. Tonight was only their first.
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