Chapter 4: Proof
Ellie started laughing, and then she couldn't stop. Hannah sat on top of her and stared down, grinning and bemused, also laughing in the way that laughter is contagious.
"What??"
"Sorry, it's just.... It's just that I... it's just ..." Ellie had to fight for words among the laughter. "It's just that I was in a six year relationship and ENGAGED, and I feel like I just had my first kiss... fucking ridiculous..." After one more shorter fit of laughter, Ellie regained control.
Hannah still straddled her, smiling down. Then her expression shifted to curiosity and she tilted her head. The curls dove gracefully to one side. "This your first time with a woman?"
"Well..." Ellie said, "Technically it's my first time with anyone." This almost sent her into another laughing fit, but she kept a lid on it, which made her eyes water.
Hannah rolled off of Ellie and onto her back next to her on the bed. "Oooh, that's right. Ex fiancé. High school sweethearts. Super Catholic. Got it."
"And... well..." Ellie continued, rolling to face Hannah and fidgeting with her T shirt. "Technically you and I still haven't gone any further than Pete and I. We've only done stuff with our clothes on."
Hannah rolled to face Ellie so that they were nose to nose. She played with Ellie's earlobe for a second before she said, "You know, I don't take it lightly that it's your first time. You just met me. I don't want you to feel pressured to go further than this." She idly brushed her fingers through the baby hairs on Ellie's neck, triggering goosebumps.
Ellie opened and closed her mouth twice, trying to figure out how best to respond without Hannah concluding that she was too fragile for what came next. At this point, Ellie had no reservations. Her heart was beating somewhere behind her clit and her underwear was soaked from arousal. She wanted this, dammit.
Confidence.
She rolled off the bed and stood facing Hannah, who propped herself up on her elbow, looking wary. Her tits ruffled her T shirt as they fell toward the bed.
Ellie reached behind her and undid the hook-and-eye at the top of her dress back. Then she pivoted on the spot. "Unzip me?"
A moment's silence, then the sound of Hannah scooting across the bed to unzip her.
Ellie turned back around and let the dress fall to her waist, exposing her black lace bra. She pushed the dress down past her hips and danced out of it, which revealed that her bra and panties matched.
"Nice undies for a virgin," said Hannah with a mischievous grin.
Ellie blushed. She paused, then undid her bra clasp and let it fall to the floor. Ellie's tits were perky, tragically untouched by any partner's hands or lips. Hannah stayed silent, admiring how Ellie's creamy breasts contrasted with her sun-kissed chest and abdomen.
And finally...
Confidence.
Ellie grabbed the waistband of her panties and hauled them down, kicking them off her feet. The air was cool against the moisture her panties left behind on her vulva. Her bush was untamed (All the single ladies, now put your hands up!) which she felt compelled to apologize for.
Easy come, easy go.
"Sorry I didn't shave. I... was NOT expecting this."
Hannah gave her a stern look. "None of that." Then she grinned. "And now I'm overdressed."
Ellie got another thrilling flutter as Hannah moved back to a cross-legged position and lifted off her own shirt. Her heavy breasts raised and then settled on the roundness of her belly below. A roadmap of blue veins converged on her areolas.
Hannah sat on the bed, topless, and looked at the unexplored body in front of her; Ellie's adorable pencil eraser nipples -- sitting cheerfully on top of delicate, puffy areolas -- that had missed out all these years on sucking and nibbling. Those pale hips never gripped by a lover fucking her hard and deep. That unkissed tummy, never slicked in warm cum. Her hairy, shimmering pussy that had never felt a dick or tongue.
Ellie felt a growing discomfort with the silent examination. She began to involuntarily lift her arms to cover herself before Hannah said, "I wouldn't change a thing."
Peter's unwelcome voice answered in Ellie's head: "Well... if you would just put in a little more effort..."
And for the first time in months, Ellie started to cry.
The subtle ache that had taken residence in Ellie's belly for the last six months had found its moment to rear up. A hot lump had formed in her throat and tears erupted at last, sliding warmly down her cheeks. Her diaphragm convulsed in sobs. It had been so long since she'd experienced an honest cry, the sensation could have been confused for laughter were it not for the aching burn behind her trachea.
God, what a relief.
That feeling surprised Ellie as she stood naked and vulnerable, crying in front of this near stranger.
It wasn't that Hannah's comment had inflamed the hurt of Peter's years of criticism and dissatisfaction. It was the exact opposite. Since the breakup, Ellie had done what she could to move forward. To thrive is the best revenge. But what kept her from fully processing was the lack of proof, thus far, that she was entitled to better. That she deserved better. Deserved to be admired and wanted and lusted after exactly as she was.
She had proclaimed it to herself dozens of times. She announced it to her incredulous friends and family. She insisted on it during drunken rants with Kathleen, who dutifully nodded and chanted validations. But it wasn't until this moment that she believed. For the first time in Ellie's memory, someone had taken a good look while she was at her most exposed and openly celebrated what they saw. No caveats.
When Ellie managed to find Hannah through her swimming vision, she saw alarm.
"No..." Ellie gulped, waving her forearms dismissively and apologetically in front of her exposed breasts. "No... It's not you..." was all she managed before the heaving sobs took back control.
She heard, "Do you want to get dressed?"
