Ariana loves nights like these. Cosy and warm under a fluffy blanket by a crackling fireplace with her absolute favourite person in the whole wide world.
Charlotte.
Ariana fell in love with her the very first moment they met.
They were assigned as roommates in college, and if Ariana had ever had any doubts about her sexuality before then, they were most certainly trumped after merely ten minutes in the company of her new roomie.
Charlotte is the most beautiful and captivating creature she has ever met. Her hair is a shade of golden brown that is almost always messy. Her rich brown eyes are endless in depth, and her laugh fills their dorm with utter happiness.
Ariana has always been a bit shy. She's not one for making the first move, but after months of pining and wanting, it just seemed to happen.
Nights out became nights in, watching movies and sharing secrets until the early hours of the morning. Sharing a blanket while watching their favourite Netflix series turned into Ariana resting her head on Charlotte's shoulder, and not long after that, she found herself snuggled against the beautiful girl as they lay together on the bright green couch, which they had agreed added a bit of life to the boring style of their temporary home.
Their first kiss felt so natural and just so right, making the change in their relationship practically nonexistent.
***
Charlotte stumbles through the dorm room door; she's adorably clumsy. She grumbles, "Professor McDouchebag is the worst!" before removing her shoes and settling onto Ariana, who is nearly half asleep on the sofa. A soft "oof" escapes her lips, followed shortly by a giggle. She loves it when Charlotte lollops all over her.
"What happened?" Ariana asks, curiosity piqued.
Charlotte grumbles into her neck, tickling Ariana with her warm breath and making her giggle again. "He gave me a D!" She looks up at Ariana with an expression of pure outrage before repeating, "A D! I worked really hard on that paper."
"What was that one about again?" Ariana asks, knowing full well which one it must be.
"The Influence of Cats on Ancient Egyptian Architecture." Charlotte's voice goes up a whole octave at that point, and she flings her hand up in exasperation.
"Cats are basically the backbone of ancient Egyptian society!" Ariana exclaims, intent on fueling her roommate's adorable fury.
"That's exactly what I said!" Charlotte cries, her face growing redder. "And you know what he wrote?" she asks, not leaving a second of silence for a response. "He wrote that my thesis was 'vague and unsupported.'"
"Hmmm," Ariana hums. "Is that the one where your bibliography consisted of a Wikipedia article, a blog post titled 'Cats Are Cool,' and, oh, a list of your favourite cat videos on YouTube?"
Charlotte crosses her arms, crammed between their bodies, huffing. "Those videos are very informative!"
Ariana merely responds with a tight-lipped smirk, struggling to keep a straight face.
Charlotte glares up at her, her frustration bubbling over. "No one appreciates how groundbreaking my approach is. My cat, Whiskers, totally agreed with my thesis!"
"I'm sure Whiskers is a very wise cat, but perhaps consulting some peer-reviewed journals would have helped your case."
Charlotte's expression softens slightly as she snuggles her face back into Ariana's neck, her righteous anger beginning to wane. "Fine, I'll rewrite it," she mumbles before peering back up at her. "But I still think Whiskers would make a great co-author."
Ariana can't help but laugh out loud. She gently pinches Charlotte's chin between her thumb and index finger and kisses her on the tip of the nose. "Anyone else would've gotten an F! You're lucky you're cute!"
Then, with shared giggles and raspberries blown into each other's skin, Charlotte places the softest of kisses just on the corner of Ariana's mouth.
Time stops, and silence falls over them.
Ariana looks into those big brown eyes and feels a rush of warmth fill her chest. Charlotte's gaze flits between her eyes and her lips, just like the prelude to a kiss in the movies. The empty space between their faces almost disappears without Ariana even realising it. With heavy eyelids and synchronised heartbeats, their lips slot together, and it is as natural as breathing.
And just like that, everything changes, yet all seems the same.
***
From that moment on, evenings lying on the couch watching TV became hours of them making out. The TV almost always automatically goes to standby during endless kisses, whispered words, and wandering touches.
***
The first time Ariana touched Charlotte, she nearly came in her panties. Her pretty pussy was impossibly smooth and soft. She quickly acquired a taste for her beautiful girl's cunt too. In Ariana's opinion, there's nothing like getting on her knees and eating pussy. Of course, Charlotte is lovely like that, and lets her lick her out as often as she wants.
***
One rainy night in November, they shared a vibrating wand for the first time.
One of them woke the other, wanting to touch. Neither recall exactly who started it.
After a few moments of gently rubbing against one another, Charlotte grabbed the wand from her drawer.
"Is this okay?" She asked with just a hint of bashfulness.
Ariana nuzzled into her neck and whispered, "Yes."
Charlotte climbed on top of her and lined up the toy. She gently pressed herself against one side and pushed the round, vibrating head directly against Ariana's clit. They whined desperately as, together, they chased release. With no regard for the neighbours at such a late hour, they moaned into each other's mouths, kissing sloppy kisses onto one another's lips. Every little moan and whimper that escaped one pushed the other closer to orgasm.
After frantically rutting onto the toy, one of them came, and in turn, so did the other. The wand fell down onto the bed, and their sticky clits touched. Skin on skin. They rode out the post-orgasm bliss, rubbing against one another. Kissing lazily until they fell asleep in each other's arms, warm naked bodies tangled up until morning.
***
Today, after a long week, it's finally Friday. Charlotte and Ariana can't be bothered to go out, so their version of date night ends up staying in and eating their favourite foods while watching movies. They're only halfway through the first movie, and Ariana's already abandoned the snacks. She's snuggled up to Charlotte, nuzzling her neck--practically on top of her.
She just can't get close enough. She's been fidgeting and sighing every two minutes for the last half-hour. She feels antsy and anxious. It must have something to do with work, or how her mother called earlier and went on and on about how she should take on the role of assistant at her father's law firm.
It's just all too much.
She desperately wants to feel settled. After a while, Charlotte lets out a soft giggle and shakes her head at Ariana. She turns to the side and looks her girlfriend dead in the eye.
"Need to unwind, baby girl?" she asks, already knowing the answer.
Ariana frowns and pouts, nodding a silent yes.
"Awww," Charlotte coos, "do you want to suck on my pussy for a while?" affection dripping from every word. "Do you think that would make it all better?"
Ariana purrs at the thought. If there's one thing that calms her, it's getting nice and comfy and suckling on her beautiful girl's pussy.
"Can I?" she asks, "please."
Charlotte kisses her lips softly. "Of course you can. You deserve it, angel."
They get comfortable. Charlotte perches herself on the edge of the sofa, with a cushion in the middle of her feet for Ariana to kneel on between her spread legs. Ariana crumples down quickly, so pitifully eager to get her mouth on her sweet cunt that she pulls her panties down, throws them over her shoulder, and emarrassingly quickly wraps her mouth all over Charlotte's pretty pussy.
Ariana loves having pussy in her mouth. The whole pussy--inner and outer lips, mimicking one of those suction pumps. Only she can simoultaneously slide her tongue inside and tease Charlotte's hole.
She groans out loud as the feeling of relief overtakes her. Her mind finally switches off, and she can just be. Charlotte strokes her hair as she gets comfortable. She drums her fingertips over Ariana's face, gently caressing her eyelids as she sucks on her, lost in pure bliss.
For a long while, Ariana simply keeps her mouth latched onto her pussy, sucking gently as Charlotte comforts her with sweet touches. However, after some time, Ariana can't help feeling horny and restless, and can't stop herself from letting her tongue slowly delve into her. She massages with her tongue, flat and soft. Charlotte lets out a little gasp, and Ariana immediately grows desperate to taste how turned on she is.
"Gently, baby girl, don't make me cum," she warns in an authoritative tone.
She's teasing, but Ariana frowns up at her anyway, not even trying to hide her disgruntled attitude.
"Don't look at me like that," Charlotte says, before succumbing to another little moan when Ariana slides her tongue slowly down to tease her hole. "You can make me cum later--" another breathless moan, "just suck gently; be a good girl."
Ariana's face screws up even more, and she feels like a bratty schoolgirl about to have a tantrum. She wants Charlotte to cum in her mouth. She loves it when her girlfriend loses all composure and holds her head while rubbing her swollen clit up and down on her tongue. The way she squirms after she's cum and Ariana snakes her tongue inside her hole to gather as much ejaculate as she can. Her tummy coils at the taste of her cum. It lets her know that she's been a good girl.
She suckles for a few minutes longer, trying to remain obedient. Her hands make their way to Charlotte's firm, squidgy hips, and she places a firm grip on them. Craftily, she fits her elbows between her thighs; her legs are wedged open.
She looks up deviously at the beautiful girl sitting before her and smirks.
