Laurel stood in the shower, staring morosely forward as she washed her body clean of the filmy soap that had covered her every statuesque inch. She knew Thea was waiting for her outside, a thought that normally would've made her all but glow—now she felt a kind of dread.
It had been months since they'd first started seeing each other. Laurel had lost Sara and, in a way, Thea had lost her father, being forced to confront what a monster Merlyn was. Somehow, in their shared loss, they'd found each other. Laurel had felt a little guilty about dating the sister of her ex-boyfriend, but as Thea pointed out with the good humor Laurel had come to love, it wasn't as if Oliver had seen her sister as off-limits, even when they were actually in a relationship.
And now Thea wanted to take their relationship to the next level. More than sleeping together, more than living together, she wanted to do something she'd only ever done with Roy. She wanted Laurel to have her ass.
To Laurel, it seemed disgusting—the kind of thing Sara would've gone for. But she had to admit, Thea had the cutest little ass. Thea seemed determined to remind her of that fact. She wore skintight leggings, barely-there skirts, thong panties if she had on panties at all, and she was always bending over, always sticking her ass out like a target.
Laurel lifted one long, lean leg—a feature of hers that Thea seemed as enamored with as she hoped Laurel would be with her ass—and scoured it with a washcloth, waiting for the throbbing between her thighs to die down.
Thea came in just in time to ensure that wouldn't happen. "You're taking a while, babe. If you want the water cold, you can just turn the dial."
Laurel goggled, slack-jawed—if she'd turned her face upward, she would've drowned in the shower spray. Thea was wearing a T-shirt that came down to her thighs, but nothing from the waist down; Laurel could see the bottoms of her sweetly curved ass and the golden-brown muff between her legs, especially when Thea turned to sit against the counter, inclined a bit to show off her ass. Slim and petite as she was, especially in comparison to Laurel's voluptuous curves, Thea was still stacked. Her ass a juicy peach that flared out from her waist with no panties to ruin the effect. And the look Thea gave her as she showed her derriere off—bold, challenging, like she was daring Laurel to smack her ass.
Obedient to Thea's little criticism, Laurel turned the water off. When she stepped out of the shower stall, Thea was holding a towel for her to step into. Not that Thea let her use it to dry herself. No, she wrapped it around Laurel herself, groping her as she toweled her dry, a saucy smirk on her face as she went about her business.
Laurel couldn't believe the change that had come over Thea since they started dating. She was sexier, more sensual, with none of the depressed listlessness she'd been grappling with at the start of the relationship. Her curiosity about anal sex seemed like just the engaging challenge she needed to pour her energies into, drawing her out of herself. Laurel supposed that braving the slight worry of hurting Thea—truly unlikely to happen—was worth having Thea in good spirits.
"Looks like you came by with a present for me," Laurel said, reaching around Thea to pat her ass possessively. Thea beamed and arched her back, already completely comfortable with Laurel taking ownership. "Though it's not gift-wrapped."
"No, it isn't."
"Still, any thoughts on how I should open it?" Laurel teased, gratified to see Thea boggle a little herself at the implications. She knew a clenched pussy on a girl when she saw it. This was a reaction even her naked body didn't get anymore. She'd had no idea Thea wanted to be sodomized this much.
"Vaseline," Thea answered finally. "It'll be pretty tight, but it won't hurt. It just takes some getting used to—and some stretching."
"Then it sounds like the only thing I need is a cock." Laurel let her voice dip into a husky octave. "Go get me one."
Thea clenched again. Then she trotted off, shirt collared over her fully displayed ass, to pick up Laurel's strap-on from the bedpost where they'd left it.
Thea shivered a little, holding it in her hands. She wasn't going to add to Laurel's misgivings with the admission, but she was a little afraid to be ass-fucked with Laurel's preferred dildo. Even with all the Vaseline in the world, she knew how small her asshole was and how hard it would be for Laurel's big strap to even fit inside for an inch. When she clinched the straps around Laurel's waist and thighs, she grew even more apprehensive. The dildo looked enormous on Laurel's slender body.
"Hey." Laurel spoke soothingly as she lifted Thea's chin with her finger. "I want you to promise me you'll tell me if it hurts too much. If it does, I'll take it right out. I wouldn't mind doing your sweet little pussy instead. Love watching you suck my strap clean after you've come on it."
"Who says I can't do that after you fuck me in the ass?" Thea asked boldly, now happy herself to see Laurel blink away that mind-blowing mental image. She knew what it looked like when her girlfriend clenched too.
Laurel grinned at her. "Go get the Vaseline. I'll let you grease my cock."
Thea picked up the jar of Vaseline from the medicine cabinet, unscrewing the lid and then dipping her fingers into the slimy contents. "I'll do your strap, you do my ass. It's more fun that way."
Thea rubbed the thick glob of Vaseline into the end of Laurel's dildo, dragging her greasy hand down the shaft to let it melt into every inch of the strap-on. She bit her lip. "It's messy. Guess you'll need all you can get, though."
"Not too much. We want some left over for that tight ass of yours." Laurel smiled at Thea, trying to reassure her—and herself—that this would be as pleasurable as Thea had insisted it would be. "My turn now. Go to the bed and get on your hands and knees. It'll be easier if your ass is up in the air."
"I'm sure it will be," Thea teased, going to get into position on the bed, leaving Laurel digging into the jar of Vaseline.
From Thea's new vantage point, she could see in a dresser mirror how Laurel was coming up behind her, a big glob of Vaseline on her fingers. Thea shuddered as she watched her come closer and closer. It was exciting, the way she could see everything that was happening. Her ass weaved, like she was still trying to get Laurel's attention on it. She felt Laurel run her damp hand down the crevice of her ass and then sharp prickles of excitement in her anus even before Laurel touched it.
"Aagh!" Thea's breath hitched as Laurel's fingers slipped over her asshole, daubing them with the Vaseline. Then the tip of Laurel's middle finger—the nail thankfully clipped short—poked into her quivering little sphincter, wiggling its way deliciously up Thea's ass.
"Am I hurting you?" Laurel asked.
"No! No. It feels good," Thea moaned, not quite meaning it. It felt weird more than anything else, not unpleasant, but also not as good as Laurel's finger felt inside her sex. And her strap-on was a lot bigger. Thea couldn't quite imagine how it would feel. She didn't believe it would feel like Roy's cock had, but then, she had been able to withstand that.
Laurel could feel Thea's tiny asshole stretching, making it easier and easier for her to slide her lubricated finger in all the way. Against the solid heft of the strap-on's base, her pussy throbbed at the thought of impaling Thea's anus with the dildo instead of her finger. Laurel didn't know why she was so excited. She still thought anal sex was dirty, a bit degrading, but there was something about the way Thea wiggled and squirmed: uncomfortable, but clearly wanting to please Laurel through her discomfort, and managing some actual pleasure in the process.