Chapter 5
Well,
Sam thought
, this changes things...
She looked down and smiled, Anna's gentle almost-snores through her nose coming rhythmically as the girl slept, arms wrapped around Sam, using her shoulder and part of her breast as a pillow, the sheets up to just before her neck. There was an unconscious but incredibly innocent smile tugging at her lips as she slept, probably meaning good dreams.
Rubbing her back gently, she marvelled at how smooth her skin was, despite the brunette's claim that hers was softer, and slowly, gently planted a kiss on top of her head. A small murmur and a little shift in her sleep was the reply.
"You are so cute," Sam whispered.
It had been well into the early morning by the time the two had stopped giving each other some of the best orgasms either had had in a while. That first one from Anna, fingered to climax before her pants were even off, the look of sheer lust and desire as she had gripped hard around Sam's neck and let out the howl of pleasure as she had squirted. Then her own fingers exploring Sam, and some gentle guidance into how to find her g-spot, which Anna seemed to learn once and never forget, as she was fairly certain that she had squirted harder and more than the brunette had.
Sam had then shown her how effective adding a tongue on the clit could be, getting her face splashed more than once, but she had licked it up every time, as she loved the taste and the eroticism of it. Anna had learned quickly, although Sam had warned her when she was about to squirt, so that she didn't surprise her... well, lover, now, if she was being honest with titles.
Which makes telling Maggie and Laura both what happened... tricky.
She had drifted off with Anna safely tucked in her arms, and had awoken a few minutes ago, the first dregs of sunshine trying to creep around the blind over her window. It was Wednesday morning, and the date with Maggie was set for today in the evening. She glanced down again as Anna murmured in her sleep and shifted again, putting more of her head on Sam's breast, and she couldn't help but feel a loving smile creep onto her lips.
Last night hadn't felt like a lust trip, or a one time fling, a random hookup, or any of that. In the moments that their eyes had met just before the kiss, staring deeply into each other with barely an inch between them, those looks had held proper emotion. Desire for sure, sexual energy, of course, but there was also the
I want you
subtlety in there as well, with an undertone of acceptance and even the first vestiges of what Sam would bet every dollar she made in her life was a connection between them...
"Fuck," she whispered, using her free hand to rub at her eyes in frustration and stress.
Laura wasn't the worry, as that was just purely sexual, and if she simply told the truth there, she was fairly certain that the gigantic bull dyke would understand and would become a good friend. It was Maggie the diner girl, the one she had stared at lustfully, obviously showing her interest in ripping off that polka dot dress and exploring the body underneath with hands and mouth, that would be tricky. It was the danger of being a woman that loved women, as she knew just how fickle things could be.
"Fuckety fuck fuck," Sam repeated quietly, leaning her head back to see if she could sink any deeper into her pillow and escape the fact that she had to let someone down, and it for fucking sure wasn't going to be Anna. She had made her choice the moment that hand had met her cheek and those green eyes, unsure but so full of
I am totally and completely in love with you already
had met hers. Maggie had not made her heart soar... she had made a different part of her
extremely
wet, but it wasn't anywhere near that feeling in her chest when Anna had told her that she liked her.
As if on cue, as the sunlight finally forced a tight, small sliver of light around the edge of the blind and across the face of the brunette in her arms, Anna twitched slightly, then made a long, moaning sound as she straightened her arms and stretched them out. A small smile crossed her face when she realized there was a warm, soft body against hers, and tilting her head back, she slowly opened sleepy eyes.
"Hello gorgeous," Sam smiled down at her, leaning her head forward to kiss Anna's forehead.
"Mmm," was the only reply, as Anna untucked her arm from behind Sam and shuffled up until her head was on the pillow as well. Her hand came up to the purple haired woman's neck, and the two shared a gentle kiss. "Best thing I've w-w-woken up to in a long time. Also... first time I've woken up with a b-bombshell punk... or a woman ah-ah-after sex, for that matter... f-farthest I got to go b-back home was the b-buh-back seat of a car."
If there had been any doubts whatsoever in any deep, dark corner of Sam's mind about her choice, a nuclear bomb had just been dropped on them when Anna opened her eyes again after the kiss, those infinitely emotional forests of emerald green piercing through her and making her heart skip two beats entirely. Gone was the
I think I love you
look, solidly replaced with
I. Love. You.
"Oooh," Anna winced, then giggled. "I'm.. a bit sore f-from last night... in my..."
Sam nodded, then leaned over and kissed her again.
"You'll get used to it," she said, then poked her tongue into her cheek in thought for a moment. She smiled, making up her mind. "Girlfriends usually learn each others bodies over a few weeks anyways."
The obvious drop of the term did not go over Anna's head, and she was suddenly very awake, very alert, and lifted her upper body to look down at Sam's smiling face.
"G-G-G-Girlfriends?" she said, the smile so genuine and cute on her face, a moment before she rolled over on top of Sam, taking her face in both hands and kissing her,
hard
.
"Girlfriends," Sam confirmed, a hand reaching down and squeezing that ungodly round and perfectly plump ass on the brunette. "Now c'mon, let's get some breakfast going."
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After Sam had cooked them both some bacon, eggs, toast, and coffee for herself, tea for Anna (
two sugar and a dash of cream,
she noted mentally), she had sat down with her on the couch, holding her hand, and told her about both Laura and Maggie. To her surprise, and in validation of her trust, there had been no rebuke, no angry stamping of feet or narrowing of eyes, just someone that listened, nodded, and respected that things had happened so quickly in the past 24 hours that plans made before then were not an affront.
Laura, for her part, had been extremely understanding.
She had even asked for a couples selfie, and had replied to the picture of Sam kissing Anna's cheek as the brunette smiled wide with almost every heart emoji that existed, and "You two are so fucking cute, I want to smash you both in a huge hug!" On Anna's insistence, they had set a friendly meet up at a park not far from the campus on Saturday, for the reason, as she had correctly pointed out, they both didn't have a proper, fully local friend yet, especially a lesbian one that would know all the best dating spots.
So then it had come to Maggie...
Instead of dealing with it over text, Sam had decided to call her, and it had gone about as well as she had expected.
Which was to say abysmally, catastrophically, mass-extinction-level-event bad.