Author's Note: This vignette is a standalone spinoff from my main series, A Model Romance. If you're a fan, know that it takes place after Chapter 15 of that series, but no prior knowledge is necessary to enjoy this story.
Angela slid into the Uber, making room for her girlfriend Emily to follow her into the backseat. She was a little surprised when Emily didn't stop on the passenger side, instead sliding into the middle seat so she could lean her head on Angela's shoulder. Not that she minded, of course. Their relationship was still new, even though they'd known each other for years.
Emily was particularly new to this. Until a few weeks ago, she'd never considered that she might be attracted to women as well as men -- she'd confided in Angela that a lot of feelings she'd had over the years made a lot more sense now. Still, at the time, even she was convinced that she was just your run-of-the-mill heterosexual woman. She'd had a string of disappointing boyfriends over the last few years before discovering her bisexuality a few weeks ago.
Angela hadn't had that experience. She figured out that she was attracted to both guys and girls in high school. Her first kiss had been when she was eighteen, with a boy, her date at prom. He was cute, and she'd been interested in him enough to say yes to the dance, but it hadn't gone any further. Her first sexual experience followed a week later, when her best friend, a beautiful brunette named Allie, had groped her chest and fingered her in the back row of a movie theatre.
Allie and Angela had dated for the rest of the summer and then split amicably before college. Allie stayed home in Minneapolis for school, but Angela had left, traveling to Orlando to go to UCF. They'd lost touch over the years, but Angela would never forget her first, and now she was Emily's first. She smiled and put her arm around her girlfriend, who nuzzled into her neck.
In addition to having been friends for years, which helped their blossoming relationship, Angela couldn't deny that Emily's attractiveness had played a part. Glancing down, she saw Emily's dark hair, still pulled into a bun after being in the pool all day. Her pale skin and green eyes shone slightly in the streetlights that flashed past.
Like Angela, Emily was a successful Instagram/OnlyFans model, and she was, in Angela's opinion, a smokeshow. In addition to her gorgeous face, she had a body that drove Angela wild (and if she was being honest, had done so even before they'd gotten together, when Angela still thought Emily was straight and unattainable). While her chest wasn't quite as well-endowed as Angela's own, she was perfectly proportioned and completely sexy. Her hips flared out below her small waist, and she had an ass to match, with big, toned cheeks that Angela couldn't keep her hands off of. Hell, she'd spend half the party attempting to surreptitiously squeeze it, much to Emily's amusement and annoyance at the same time.
The Uber wound its way through neighborhoods, headed to Angela's house, where Emily had stayed the night prior. It was late, and they were both buzzed from drinking all day at the party they'd just left at their friend Anna's house. She'd organized a surprise birthday party for her boyfriend, Charlie, with the help of some of his friends. Angela and Emily had been the last to leave -- they'd stayed to chat with Charlie and Anna when the other guests left.
Angela was lost in thought until she felt Emily's fingertips creeping along her thigh.
***
Emily was feeling horny. This wasn't a new feeling -- since she hooked up with Angela out of the blue a few weeks back, it almost hadn't gone away. She'd been alive for 26 years, all of them without the touch of another woman, and now that she knew she liked that, it was like her body was trying to make up for lost time. Angela had pulled her close, and she'd responded by immediately getting wet.
It didn't help matters that Angela had inspired every woman at Charlie's party to lose their tops. Now that she knew what her feelings meant, seeing that many naked breasts in one place had been intense for her. She'd tried not to stare too much, but she had no idea if she'd succeeded.
She glanced down, staring at Angela's sexy thighs where they emerged from the skirt she'd thrown on. Angela's top half was clad in a loose hoodie, but Emily knew she had nothing on underneath. She'd gone to the party with a swimsuit for underwear, and it was wet now, so she'd just tossed a hoodie and her skirt on when she got dressed. Emily imagined what Angela looked like underneath, seeing the stacked blonde bombshell naked in her mind's eye.
Angela was the All-American girl-next-door; she was pretty, with big blue eyes and full lips that were naturally an enticing shade of pink. Her skin was tan and soft, and golden tresses with the faintest hint of waves fell around her face. She was fit from spending plenty of time in the gym, with perfectly shaped breasts that were more than a handful (Emily thought about how she knew that and grinned to herself), a flat stomach, and a prominent, toned ass that rested atop sexy, not-too-slender thighs. Emily rubbed her own thighs together as her body reacted even more while her imagination painted a picture for her from memory.
Deciding to be bold, she slowly put her hand on her girlfriend's thigh and began to slowly move closer to the hem of her skirt. Angela was usually the bold one, but lately Emily had been gaining confidence and pushing her comfort zone. Finally getting to know herself had given her a boost in that department.
Emily felt Angela tense up briefly as she realized what Emily was doing in the dark backseat, then relax. She spread her thighs ever so slightly, letting Emily know she was fine with her clandestine activities. A moment later, Emily's right hand found the bottom of Angela's skirt, and she slipped underneath the loose-fitting garment, wiggling closer to her prize.
***
Angela was rapidly getting hotter. Their trip had started as a contemplative ride, memories of old lovers flooding back, offering context to her responsibility with Emily. Now, she was offering her sex to her lover's exploring hand, hoping the Uber driver wouldn't notice her face flushing with arousal or her shortened breath as Emily got closer to her prize or worse, like the fact that her skirt was being slowly moved up to her waist by Emily's wrist, leaving her sex exposed.
Unfortunately for her, it was going to be even harder than she thought. Just as Emily's finger made contact with her soft lips, shooting a wave of electricity through her, the 20-something driver decided to attempt to make small talk.
"So, are you ladies from around here?" he asked. Great, Angela thought. Yet another guy trying to shoot his shot. She couldn't blame him -- after all, she knew she and Emily were hot. After all, they were both making a living on OnlyFans. Still, it was fairly irritating to have to respond while her girlfriend was gently rubbing her clit.
"Uh, yeah," Angela said curtly, hoping he would take her short response as a barrier to further pointless questions. She felt Emily smirk against her shoulder, her fingers probing lower, coating themselves in her wetness. Angela shivered and spread her legs wider, inviting Emily to continue. With how short her skirt was and how much Emily had moved it out of her way, she did not doubt that the inconvenience in the driver's seat would get an eyeful of her naked pussy if he happened to turn around.
"Me too, went to school at UCF," he replied. Angela didn't bother to respond to that statement. Emily was currently rubbing the pad of her pointer finger in a gentle circle around her clit, which seemed like a far better use of her attention. The cool evening air on her inner thighs reminded her that she was basically naked from the waist down in a stranger's backseat.
"Did you go to college around here?" he asked after a minute or two, when no response came. Fuck off, Angela thought, as Emily shook with silent laughter. She took the opportunity to slide a finger inside Angela's tight, welcoming pussy. Emily's thumb took over and continued to tease her clit.
"Yeah," she said again, giving the guy nothing. She didn't want to piss him off, given that he had them in his car at night and was a total stranger, but goddamn, dude, read the room, she thought. Emily continued to happily slide her finger in and out, curling it like Angela had taught her to hit her most sensitive spot. Fuck.
***
This couldn't have gone any better, Emily thought. At first, she had set out to tease her girlfriend, but then that cute guy in the driver's seat had decided to try to engage the pretty girls in his backseat. Emily had never tried to hide sexual activity from someone like this before, but it was kind of a turn-on, she found.
God, she loved the feel of Angela's pussy. She was so tight and wet, yet soft and welcoming. And damn, it was so pretty, she thought as orange streetlights whizzed past, letting her see herself working her fingers inside her lover. Emily wished she could taste her, but that would have to wait. She contented herself with rubbing her girlfriend's velvety walls, stroking the slick tunnel.
"Which college?" the guy asked after a few more minutes of silence. She could practically feel the fury radiating off Angela, who must have thought he'd given up, and it just made her grin internally. Emily pulled her wet fingers out and slathered them on Angela's clit, loving how Angela's thighs clamped shut on her hand. She felt her girlfriend's hand grip her shoulder tightly. Angela might be just as horny as I am, Emily thought. She didn't think it would take long to get her off.
"UCF," Angela said through gritted teeth. Emily could feel her hips gyrating slightly, trying to press harder against the invading fingers between her legs. She kept up the pressure, loving every moment of this. She could faintly smell Angela's arousal, and she hoped the driver wouldn't notice. Although if he did, it's not like he was going to say something. The bigger risk would have been if he turned around and saw Angela flashing her slit at him with two of Emily's fingers pushing knuckle deep inside her.
***
"No way, what year?" the driver called out excitedly.
"Um," Angela replied, her brain currently in a state of half-functioning. Fuck, Emily was driving her crazy. She was going to have to return the favor somehow, but not right at this moment. Was she forgetting something? A thought hovered on the very edge of her consciousness as Emily's fingers sawed in and out of her tight cunt, sending lightning through her body. Oh, right, year. What year?
"2020," Angela managed to say. She held back a moan in her chest. Fuck, for somebody who had been with only one woman, and for less than a month, Emily was good at this. Must be the enthusiasm, Angela thought, before her thoughts slipped away from her again.
"No way, I was 2019, myself," the guy said. "I was a hospitality major. Started in music but decided to do something more practical. Didn't help much, still driving this Uber, right? Hoping to get a promotion soon so I don't have to work a second job, you know?"
"Mmhmm," Angela said through closed lips. Shut the fuck up, she thought. She could feel Emily shaking with silent laughter next to her, which just made her somehow angrier and more turned on at the same time. FUCK, she screamed internally as Emily's thumb pressed on her clit at the same moment her fingertip grazed across her g-spot. HOLY FUCK.
