Hi all
The sequel to "Love Comes When You Least Expect It" is finally here. Sorry this took so long -- you know what it's like, with work and all that! But I finally finished, so here it is. Just to warn you, there isn't a lot of sex in this one. The next one will have a little more, I promise!
Cheers
GT
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"Okay, this is the final set of questions. Whoever gets the most correct wins. Capisce?"
"Err, yeah... capisce..." Maddie looked confused. "That means "I understand," right?"
"Yeah," Issy replied, with a smile. She crawled over and straddled Maddie's stomach, so that she was looking down at the girl, a mischievous smile on her face. The girl was once again tied to Issy's bed -- her hands tied together with the same scarf that had been used on her the other day, and a rope attaching her bound wrists to the headboard. Unlike Issy, who was wearing a long summer dress, Maddie was completely naked.
"First question..." she leaned down and kissed Maddie on the lips. "What's my favourite colour?"
"Red?"
"That's correct. Question two..." Issy kissed her again. "My favourite band?"
"Nine Inch Nails."
"Correct. Question three... *kiss* What's my favourite food?"
"You
want
me to say that it's seafood risotto, but I happen to know that it's actually your mother's lasagne."
"Wow, that's correct. Question four..."
It had been about a week since the girls had first met, and six days since the intense afternoon of sex they had shared. They had spent almost every one of those days together, learning everything there was to know about each other. Both girls were admittedly inexperienced in relationships, and many would argue that what they were doing was not going to change the fact that they were moving way too fast. But they didn't care. Even in the short time they'd known each other, being together was all they wanted to do. And it wasn't just about sex, although they'd shared a few subsequent, hugely passionate sessions together. They wanted to explore everything about each other, from how their minds worked, to how their tastes in food, art and culture meshed, to what their various idiosyncrasies and quirky interests were.
Though this quiz was merely intended to be light-hearted, it was also a strategy for them -- they wanted to make sure they were absolutely sure that their hearts and their heads were on the same page. And to establish a degree of trust.
And so far, Maddie was getting all of Issy's questions right.
"Question eight... *kiss* Who's my best friend from Bedales?"
"Jessica Burrowes?" Maddie asked.
Issy was silent for a moment, and an smile broke out over her face.
"Close, but wrong -- it was actually Molly Wilson."
"Bollocks," Maddie muttered.
Issy smiled at her.
"What's my religion?"
"Trick question -- you're an atheist!"
Issy nodded.
"Last question..." Issy paused to push Maddie's lips apart, stick her tongue right into her mouth and noisily snog her. "Name three subjects that we will never, ever agree on?"
"Hmm..." Maddie thought about this very, very carefully. "The Arab-Israeli conflict?" Issy nodded. "Whether Taylor Swift's music could actually be classified as "music" and not "mopey bullshit?"" Issy nodded again, more excitedly. "And dogs versus cats?"
Issy planted a huge kiss on each of Maddie's cheeks.
"You got a score of nine," she said, still smiling. "Looks like I need to get all ten correct to beat you."
"You scared?" Maddie asked provocatively.
"Never," Issy retorted, simply.
"Right. Question one -- what's my middle name?"
"Christine?"
"Wrong -- it's Charlotte. Come on, Issy! I told you that yesterday!"
Issy looked crestfallen, but Maddie gave her a reassuring smile.
"A tie goes to sudden death, so don't worry -- you're still in with a chance! Anyway, question two -- when did my parents take over the pub from my grandparents?"
"When you were three years old."
"Question three -- where were we living before?"
"Northumberland?"
"Both correct," Maddie smiled. "Question four -- what's my favourite movie?"
"Trick question -- you have two. Your favourite Oscar-winning movie is The Hurt Locker, and your favourite non-Oscar nominated movie is Deadpool."
"That's right! Question five..."
Issy knew Maddie as well as Maddie knew her. She answered the next few questions correctly.
"Question nine..." Maddie thought long and hard. She needed something that would really test the girl. "What was my most embarrassing moment?"
"Erm..." Issy paused. She had two that Maddie had shared with her. She tried to remember which one Maddie had been more embarrassed about.
"...Was it the time you found out that a certain word was actually a racial slur the hard way?"
Maddie nodded, her own face reddening.
"Right. Last one." She paused for dramatic effect. "What is the edgiest thing I want you to do to me?"
"Erm..." this one completely stumped Issy. She and Maddie had spent well over an hour and a half talking about their fantasies in more detail. But Maddie hadn't really specified anything that she preferred, that she could remember. She racked her brains hard, trying to think through that conversation.
"Tick tock, tick tock," Maddie teased.
"Hold on a second, I'm thinking," Issy retorted. Then an idea came to her mind. "You spoke a lot about your guilt at how you felt reading certain stories on the internet and being sexually turned on despite their being very egregious. And we did talk briefly about some of the porn we both watched..."
"Yeeeeessss?" Maddie said, cautiously.
"You want to experiment with consensual non-consent, don't you?"
Maddie's face became red again. She looked like she was very scared of answering. This hadn't been the answer she expected, but now that Issy had brought it up, she had to admit that she wasn't far from wrong.
"I... um... I," she stammered.
She was cut off when Issy kissed her.
"Maddie, it's okay," she said, in a plain, neutral tone. "You can tell me. Who would I be to judge, anyway?"
"Well... I suppose... Yes," Maddie finally confirmed. "It is something I want to experiment with. But I want it to be realistic. Like, instead of us agreeing everything and getting started, you take me by surprise, catch me off guard. You understand what I mean?"
"Of course," Issy replied. Then her tone became very serious. "Well, if that's really what you want, we'll talk about it properly a bit later. But just understand that we would have to have a proper conversation about it, understand the risks of what we would be doing, set some clear parameters for the activity -- what cannot be done even in the context of a rape scene, what the safeword -- or signal, assuming you want to be gagged in the activity -- is to bring it to an end, and a clear process of aftercare to ensure that, at the end, you aren't scarred by the activity. And we absolutely have to be clear on whether we still consent to it happening. Does that make sense?"
"It does," Maddie said.
"Good," Issy's face brightened up, and her serious demeanour faded. "Because I believe our scores are tied!"
"They are," Maddie had a coy smile on her face as she looked up at Issy. "Tie breaker?"
"Nah, fuck that," Issy began to undo Maddie's bonds. "How about we just have sex?"
"I like that idea."
As Issy moved down the bed towards Maddie's pussy, Maddie asked a question that made her stop.
"Hey, uh, do you think I could lick yours this time?"
Up until this point, the sex between them had been very one-sided -- Issy had always made Maddie cum, and only ever came herself when they were tribbing. She had always taken care to avoid it getting into Maddie's head to return the favour. And, if truth be told, she had hoped that Maddie was just sexually selfish enough that she wouldn't want to.
Issy put as much confidence as she could muster into her voice, and said --
"Oh yeah, sure. Just let me untie you."
Despite her best efforts, Maddie picked up the tone in her voice right away. She didn't say anything, but pondered it in her head. This was definitely not the reaction she had expected.
Once she'd untied Maddie, Issy pulled her dress up over her head and unhooked her bra. She lay back and allowed Maddie to remove her thong, which was thrown on top of the dress.
With her face pressed right up against Issy's pink, clean-shaven labia, she closed her eyes for a moment and took the time to inhale, to savour the intoxicating musk of her lover's forbidden fruit. She was finally here, where she wanted to be. For a moment, she forgot about the way Issy had just reacted to the request to do so. Using her fingers, Maddie parted the lips in front of her, and got a good view of Issy's clitoris. It was unusually big, and quite prominent up close.
When Maddie stuck out her tongue and ran it along the exposed lips, Issy immediately shivered quite vigorously, letting out a very loud "Ohhhhhohoho" sound. This was vastly disproportionate to the reaction Maddie had expected from just a single lick.
Well, this was very interesting, Maddie thought. She experimentally ran her tongue along Issy's labia again, and got the same reaction. Then she licked the clitoris, and felt Issy physically jerk her entire body and let out an even louder, moaning sound.
Now Maddie understood what was going on -- the reason Issy had hesitated to let her go down on her, and what was causing her to react like this.
Her pussy was sensitive. VERY sensitive.
So her new girlfriend had a weakness.
Feeling an unexpected rush of dominance, Maddie pounced on Issy, grabbed her hands and held them above her head. With her other hand, she fumbled around for the scarf.
