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“Clorinde…now that we’re official…are you ever going to take me on a proper date?”
The game master’s manual fell from the young woman’s hands as she scrambled to process what her girlfriend was saying. Truth be told, over the years they’d shared innocent moments of hand-holding and chaste kisses, but had never gone much further. When Navia had finally had enough of the uncertainty, she mustered up the courage to tell her how she felt.
Having been best friends their entire childhood, now that they were in their early twenties, it was time to stop avoiding the inevitable - they had feelings for each other that could not be denied. Clorinde was terrified of losing their friendship if their relationship didn’t work out, but Navia had convinced her nothing could shake the bond they shared.
Tabletop games were all fun and good, but Navia longed to play differently. Of course, Clorinde knew this - but she had never taken things to the next level physically. She was old-fashioned, wanting that moment to be one neither of them would ever forget.
“Someone as special as you deserves only the best. I’ve got something planned, don’t you worry. When’s the next time you’re free from Spina duties?” Clorinde inquired.
“Father gave me this Saturday off, so I’m all yours.”
“Great. Come over hungry at about eight.”
“Oh, ho! Are you going to cook a feast just for me?”
“I may have something like that in mind. Living alone for so long, I’ve had to learn how to ensure I wouldn’t starve,” she joked.
Navia winced at inadvertently bringing up such a sore topic. “I didn’t mean-“
“Ah, Navia…it’s quite alright. Please don’t worry yourself over it. I mean, it does have its perks…” she trailed off.
Realizing what she was insinuating, the other girl blushed. “Um…does this mean I should, uh…bring a change of clothes?”
Clorinde cleared her throat nervously. “If…if that’s what you’d be most comfortable with…then yes. I think that might be a good idea.”
Approaching her slowly, Navia leaned close and whispered into her ear. “I’ll be sure to come prepared, then. Until Saturday.” Kissing her cheek, she turned and started home before her girlfriend could see how red her face had turned.
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“Come in!” Clorinde was so busy balancing the many steps of the recipe for Fricassee de Poulet that she, unfortunately, couldn’t meet Navia at the door.
“My, something smells incredible! What’s on the menu for tonight?” She asked as she followed her nose to where her girlfriend was currently frying up her latest hunting catch. Seeing her so focused with her sleeves rolled up to her elbows and the top few buttons of her shirt left open made Navia lick her lips.
“I figured chicken wouldn’t be too exotic. Can you hand me that bottle of fermented fruit juice? I’ve got to thicken the soup. Then feel free to walk out to the patio. I’ve got the table all set and just need to put the finishing touches before I serve you.”
“Are you sure I’m not needed in the kitchen? I’d be happy to help.”
“That wouldn’t be much of a date now, would it? It’s my pleasure, truly. Just go relax outside. The weather is perfect and the sky is clear. You’ll see what I mean.”
Wandering toward the open sliding door, Navia gasped when she saw the view. A starry night worthy of a painting served as the romantic backdrop to a dinner that was sure to be absolutely delicious.
“Wow…” she breathed.
“See? What did I tell you.” Clorinde had appeared behind her with a bowl in each hand. Moving to set them on the table, she pulled out a chair for the other woman. “Now, let’s eat while it’s still hot. I’ve got some Fonta in the fridge. I’ll be right out.”
As she took her seat, Navia glanced around the small outdoor space. She’d been over before, but never had the opportunity to appreciate this part of the apartment. I wonder if she comes out here to look at the stars when she misses the nights she spent in the wilderness with Petronilla…
The clinking of glass snapped her attention back to the woman now sitting before her. “Should we toast to something?” Clorinde asked.
“Hmmm…” Navia thought as she grabbed a bottle for herself. “How about friendship turned to something more?”
Her girlfriend raised her own drink. “To friendship turned to something more.” They tapped their beverages and each took a swig of the refreshing bubbly liquid.
The meal was delicious and Navia found the flavor actually helped calm her nerves. Knowing this would be nothing like the standard sleepovers they used to have as kids both excited and slightly scared her.
“Something on your mind, beautiful?”
Dodging the question, she replied, “I just can’t believe such an incredible chef was hiding from me in plain sight! This is simply delectable, Clorinde. And you weren’t kidding when you said you had a view. I don’t know how you don’t just stand out here for hours looking at these stars.”
The other woman chuckled. “I won’t lie, it’s tempting. But tonight I have a view that’s even more mesmerizing.” Navia turned her head and saw her girlfriend staring at her. Averting her gaze back to her now empty bowl, she realized the meal was over.
“What, no dessert?” She murmured inquisitively.
“I figured it might be a better idea to keep dinner light, considering…”
“Clorinde…if you’re not ready…I don’t want you to feel pressured into this.”
Her girlfriend rose from her chair and reached out her hand. “Navia…I’ve been ready. For years and years, I’ve been ready. I can think of no one else I’d rather share this part of me with.”
Holding back tears at the beauty of her words, Navia stood and wrapped her arms around her neck. Leaning in close, she whispered, “Then let’s not waste any more time, shall we?”
Their mouths met in a soft and slow kiss. After a few moments, Clorinde felt Navia’s tongue begging entrance to her mouth and stiffened.
“Relax, love,” the other girl whispered against her lips. Clorinde marveled at how such tender reassurance could make her instantly forget how nervous she was. Her arms encircled her waist and pulled her closer, and she could hear Navia let out a quiet whimper of approval. Emboldened by her reaction, Clorinde’s hands began to wander under the bottom of her blouse as her lips trailed down her cheek to her neck.
“P-perhaps we should move to your bedroom? I think we might be a little more comfortable lying down.”
Clorinde’s years of training had given her more than enough strength to hoist Navia into her arms. With a squeal of surprise, the other girl carried her to where they’d be spending the rest of the evening. She let her down gently and joined her on the mattress. Silently thankful Navia hadn’t dressed in her usual elaborate attire, she continued where she had left off, lifting her shirt over her head and gazing at the sight before her.
“Will you stop staring?” Her girlfriend chided, crossing her arms in an attempt to cover herself.
“My apologies. You’re just so beautiful…I couldn’t help myself. We can stop if-“
“No! No…I’m fine. I’m just not used to you being so excited,” she chuckled.
“I’ll try to be a little slower. Must be the adrenaline,” she said before resuming her kisses. Navia wiggled underneath her as she worked to undo the buttons of the other woman’s shirt.
“Now who’s the eager one?” She heard her tease before they both started laughing.
“Well, it certainly wouldn’t be fair if I was the only one naked, would it?”
“I suppose you’re right,” Clorinde agreed as her mouth reached her girlfriend’s collarbone. Navia sighed at the sensation, her hands sifting through the other woman’s hair as she sunk further down her chest. Showering her breasts with kisses, she fumbled with the clasp of her skirt. “Damned thing won’t-“
Navia deftly popped the latch and shifted out of it, leaving Clorinde dumbstruck. “I was right there!”
“Sure you were, love,” the other girl giggled. “Here, let me get yours…” With a twist of her fingers, she unbuttoned and unzipped her slacks with ease. “I’ve been told I’m pretty good with my hands,” she said seductively.
“I guess I’ll be the judge of that,” Clorinde retorted as she slipped out of her pants. Now all that remained between them was their undergarments. Navia took the initiative, reaching behind her back to unlatch the hooks of her bra.
The other woman was on her in a flash, knocking her back down onto the bed. Their tongues twisted against each other as Navia worked to remove her girlfriend’s bra. Clorinde moaned in approval, her hands now massaging her breasts. She felt her lover’s nipples harden between her fingertips as she teased her, readying herself to ask permission to take the next step.
“Navia…may I?”
“Please…” she begged. In the dim lighting of the room, Clorinde could see the dark wet spot that had bloomed on the scrap of cloth between her and her goal. Hooking her fingers through the fabric that clung to her girlfriend’s hips, she slid them down her legs and gently tossed them to the floor.
To prevent her from feeling self-conscious, Clorinde lay side-by-side with her, prepared to whisper words of adoration as her fingers dipped into the wetness that coated her thighs.
“Archons, Navia. I’ve pictured this moment so many times in my mind that now that I’m here, touching you like this…I feel like I’m dreaming,” she told her as she teased her opening.
Navia turned her head to look at her, her eyes half-closed in a daze of pleasure. “Clorinde…this feels…amazing…please, don’t stop…”
Adjusting her wrist, Clorinde positioned her thumb against the other woman’s clit, her middle and ring fingers slowly penetrating her. She rubbed the sensitive bud in a steady, circular motion and felt Navia gripping her upper arm to ground herself.
“I’ve got you…don’t worry. I’m here…” she reassured her as she increased her pace. Their foreheads rested on each other, neither of them wanting to break eye contact.
“I…I…can’t…please…Clorinde…love you…”
In response to her declaration, her girlfriend kissed her hard, swallowing the sound of Navia’s cry as she hit her climax. Watching her chest rise and fall quickly, fear flashed in Clorinde’s eyes. What if she wasn’t happy? Had she hurt her?
To her relief, the other woman smiled up at her and patted the space next to her. “I’m fine, you worrywart. Come lay with me and let me have a try.” Finding solace in her reassurance, Clorinde did as she was asked.
Navia gently spread her girlfriend’s legs apart and wiggled between them. Clorinde couldn’t hide her embarrassment at the sight of Navia staring at her from between her thighs.
“Y-you don’t have to do anything. I’m fine if you are,” she stuttered.
“Hush. You’re beautiful, you know that, don’t you?” Navia said as she traced some of the scars that were scattered across her lover’s body.
Clorinde had never considered herself beautiful. Strong, yes. But attractive? Not so much. Navia kissed the marks tenderly, a way of showing she loved all of her. Clorinde’s hand moved over her mouth as she tried to keep herself composed. The tenderness with which she was being treated was not something she was used to. She struggled to hold back tears - the last thing she wanted to do was ruin the moment.
Navia caressed her breasts softly, the pads of her thumbs teasing her nipples. “Feel whatever you need to feel, love. Tell me, how do you like this?” She asked as she began to pinch and pull. Her girlfriend let out a loud moan of approval as she continued her ministrations. Moving Clorinde’s hand away from her mouth, she wordlessly encouraged her to be herself.
“I want you to watch me,” the other woman instructed as she kissed down her body. This may have been Navia’s first time, but she had prepared by reading a thing or two before going into this. Her tongue slipped between her lips and pressed against her girlfriend’s clit. Tracing her entrance, she tantalized her with just the tip.
“Is this how it’s done?” Navia asked innocently. Not wanting to discourage her but eager for more, Clorinde panted, “Need…more…”
“Oh…like this?” Dipping her tongue into her, Clorinde gasped at the unfamiliar but incredible feeling.
“Y-yes!” She moaned loudly.
She felt Navia smirk against her entrance as she pressed her face into her. Her mouth worked to provide enough suction to bring her to the brink.
“Oh…ohhhhh, Navia!” Clorinde called out as she watched her pleasure her. She marveled at how much better this felt than in the hundreds of times she had imagined it.
Determined to push her over the edge, her girlfriend pressed both of her legs to her chest. At this angle, she was able to sink her tongue into her even deeper.
“Archons!” Clorinde exclaimed as she grabbed fistfuls of the sheets underneath her. Navia’s eyes twinkled with delight as she felt her walls clench around her.
“N-navia…I think I’m going to…” she tried to warn but her body cut her off as she shook with the force of her orgasm. Tears leaked from her eyes as she arched off the bed. The wave of emotions hit her so hard she couldn’t control her reaction. The other woman held her close while rubbing her back and kissing her forehead.
“I love you, Clorinde. I’m so glad we got to experience this together,” she said.
She felt her girlfriend hug her back tighter. “I love you, too, Navia. Thank you for trusting me with your heart.”
Once they came down from the intensity of the moment, Clorinde collected herself and pulled Navia back down to rest against her chest. “Now, tell me - where did you learn those moves? Don’t tell me I’m not actually your first?” She asked with a chuckle.
“A good girl never kisses and tells, Clorinde. But I might be able to point you to some good reading material if you’d like.”