Continuation of A Snowball Running. More lesbian sex and sports references.
Alicia spent forever exploring Rian's shapely form as the pretty girl laid prone and unconscious on her big warm bed. In her defense, Rian had spent the afternoon playing a very grueling game of flag football and then gotten unexpectedly worked to an amazing climax by a highly skilled Alicia.
Leisurely, the sexy blonde stroked and licked Rian's newly accessible lower body. Her long tapered legs weren't heavily muscled, but remained nicely toned from years of athletics. Alicia mused on just how heavy of a sleeper Rian was as she kissed firm calves and thighs. Rian let out a cute little sigh as Alicia ran her warm, wet tongue across the back of her knee. Absolutely adorable.
Alicia spread those knees gently, feeling even more confident than usual in her lovemaking as Rian had been satisfied into what was starting to seem like a coma the first time she took the woman's pants off.
Nibbling the velvety skin of the brunette's upper inner thigh brought another sigh, but throatier and more pronounced. Alicia giggled a bit, more at the sight of her smooth mound than the unconscious desire of her tomboy. It seemed so unlike the rough and tumble Rian - who could barely be bothered to wear makeup or run a brush through her hair - to get her business waxed. It also seemed weird to Alicia that she didn't know so many intimate things about someone she loved so much.
Loved. She loved Rian. She'd never said it out loud and she'd never really even thought it in clear terms to herself before, but she loved Rian more dearly than she thought possible.
Alicia brushed her lips over Rian's puffy outer lips. There was a bit of nipping to elicit more sighs from the sleepyhead. Finally, one murmured subconscious, "Ahhhh-licia" slipped out from the pretty naked woman's other lips.
Then the posh blonde seductress started eating in earnest. A quick tongue darted into darker pink inner folds, already slick with the attentions lavished by licks and nibbles. Alicia slow-frenched Rian's agreeable pussy. The taste and smell were so perfectly feminine and lovely; fresh and sweet like the height of a cool summer. The summer drizzle increased to a flash food as the temperature rose and heat lightning crackled with static in the sky.
The tongue fucking got faster. Rian's somnolent sighs became stirring groans. Alicia's deft fingers unhooded Rian's hard little nub to be rubbed between forefinger and thumb.
Rian peered up through blurry eyes to see the siren between her legs calling her to wakefulness, however fleetingly.
Her pretty blue eyes managed to focus long enough to make eye contact with the laughing brown eyes of her lover and recognize the twinkling that meant there was a smug smile on the hidden lower half of her face. Rian felt a big stupid smile plaster her face as well as her head dropped back to her waiting pillow.
Her body trembled with her mounting orgasm, but her earlier athletic exploits and unexpected sexploits left her too exhausted to do more than passively enjoy the wonderful sensations that Alicia inflicted upon her willing body. Rian decided fuzzily that passivity wasn't such a horrible thing and let the waves of pleasure wash over her and build into a rising tide.
The white caps crested over the jetty. With the quiet, irrepressible force of the ocean itself, Alicia brought Rian to her second climax of their afternoon delight. The slightly younger -- but much less experienced -- lover moaned Alicia's name loudly as she passed out from the passion again.
Alicia wiped off her face discreetly and crawled up the bed to cuddle the woman she loved. Idly, she petted Rian's gorgeous, sex-mussed, chestnut hair in sleepless repose. Unfortunately, that gave the not-so-dumb blonde time to think. Thinking time is dangerous for Alicia.
She had no insecurities about her performance sexually. Not only did Rian's responses leave her confidence justified, but Rian wasn't the first woman she'd gone down on. Or the second. Third. Fourth. Well...Alicia was into double digits with statistically insignificant complaints.
She worried over the rush this put on their relationship. Rian was still a bit of a flight risk after the way Gretchen treated her so awfully. Could Rian really be ready for settling down with her only second lover ever? Not that the loyal woman would ever cheat, especially after Gretchen. But would she be able to overcome her fear of commitment? Alicia had planned to bring her there slowly and -- to be honest -- use the promise of sex to ensnare her a little bit.
Now that they'd crossed that line, her entire strategy would need to be revised.
Rian woke late in the evening as oblivious as always. Maybe even a touch more unknowing than usual as it took her a few moments to distinguish the unfamiliar setting. Then the big stupid smile came back with the memories of earlier in the day.
Except, Rian lacked Alicia's bedroom swagger. What if Alicia didn't like her body? What if she was too much work? What if she hadn't pleased her more expert lover?
Not "what if" actually. Rian realized abruptly that she definitely hadn't pleased Alicia actively at all. She'd cum selfishly twice and collapsed into oblivion directly after each time.
Rian immediately attempted to rectify the situation by kissing Alicia's collarbone and trying to work her way down, but the micromanaging Alicia stopped her.
"No, Rian. Not right now, okay? Just lay with me."
"But, I didn't make you..."
"Shhh. I know. I was there. And I didn't fall asleep twice and miss most of it either," Alicia teased lightly and made Rian blush ashamedly.
"No," Alicia clarified as she brushed her distressed lover's cheek and lips with the back of her knuckles, "You were perfect and I wanted you just like that." Her thumb rubbed back and forth over the pretty tomboy's pouty bottom lip, "I want you to wine and dine me though, and your first time taking me is going to be with a strapon and when you're fully rested."
Rian shot Alicia a scrunched up, confused look, but the beautiful woman kept placidly stroking her hair. Rian shrugged inwardly and snuggled her naked body back into Alicia's fully clothed, womanly figure.
Then she whispered "I love you" with the same ease and guilelessness that she might have said "I'm hungry" or "the sky is very blue today" and went back to a very peaceful sleep in Alicia's bed and arms.
Alicia spent a restless night, but had reworked the details of their relationship trajectory by the time her alarm went off for work.
Rian woke having slept longer and better than she had in years. She stretched, yawned, and...
"Oh, shit!" The sexy brunette exclaimed and started to put her football uniform back on, "It's 7:10? I've got to get home and get changed."
"Silly," Alicia answered and pointed at her dresser, "Borrow some of my clothes and I'll throw yours in the wash."
Rian grabbed a pair of drawstring pants and a tank top from Alicia's pajama drawer and threw them on so she could drive back home. She reasoned that she probably had fairly bad morning breath, so she gave Alicia a quick peck on the cheek on her way out the door.
Alicia called in sick and finally went to sleep for a few hours. She called Rian at work upon waking, not really comfortable with their lack of talking in the morning.
"Rian Davis here. How can I help you?"
"Hey, Rian. It's me."
"Oh. Well, I know how I can help you. What are you wearing?"
"Cute. When do you get off?"
"Next time you're between my legs, of course."
