Very First Night

Very First Night

If anybody had ever told Lydia Silvers that, someday, she would marry one of her old apprentices, she would've called them crazy. Now here she lay, naked in the moonlight. Another young woman lay beside her, her new wife, Iris Long.

And to think, I was the one who proposed!

A smile almost broke Lydia's reserved expression. It was something neither she nor Iris ever imagined, even after marriage was something they started to consider seriously.

We always thought it would be her...

Iris

was

always the more hopeless romantic between the two.

Looking back, I've no doubt that's part of what drew her to me.

In a way, Lydia was Iris' most perfect partner, "a little sad, and a lot broken". Whether Iris was aware of it or not, she entered the relationship with the mindset that she could—and would—fix Lydia, and make her a perfect partner and give her happily-ever-after. Well, it

sort

of happened. Iris wound up being the one to change, breaking herself rather than repairing Lydia, but then it gave Lydia the opportunity to help Iris heal, and in turn, that helped her heal as she'd never healed before.

From there, even though it still wasn't a clear or smooth path forward, their roads really began to intertwine. Now, they were becoming one.

"I still can't believe it!" Iris sighed happily, staring at the ceiling, purple eyes glowing in the dark.

"Me neither," Lydia agreed with a lazy smile and tone, her electric-blue eyes half-closed. The newlyweds chatted idly, and although Lydia would never remember exactly how one thing led to another, before she knew it, Iris was straddling her, kissing her.

Iris kissed first, and after only a moment of surprise, Lydia happily reciprocated, sitting up slightly to wrap her arms around Iris and pull her in closer, their lips locking and unlocking.

"Mmm..." Iris brushed smooth, dark thumbs along Lydia's pale, scarred cheeks. Lydia cupped Iris' face as well, pushing her tongue into Iris' mouth. Iris moaned, and Lydia felt her smile as she willingly accepted her wife's tongue, caressing it with her own.

Lydia moaned as well, electric tingles surging down her spine as she sighed into Iris' mouth. Iris adjusted her legs around the taller, older woman's waist, and Lydia readjusted her grip on Iris as they continued their passionate kisses. Lydia's fingers slowly traced their way down Iris' body. Iris giggled, and Lydia felt her tremble as her fingers skated along the girl's sides.

When Lydia finally pulled away from Iris' lips, she moved her own back down to Iris' neck. "Mmmm..." Lydia inhaled slowly. Iris was in ecstasy too as she felt Lydia's soft, warm breath on the back of her neck. Then she felt Lydia's lips again, pressing against the side of her neck.

"Ohhhh...!" Iris moaned softly, tilting her head back to give Lydia more access to her neck. Lydia was more than happy to oblige. Purple eyes closed in bliss as Iris felt Lydia's warm tongue tracing down her neck and collarbone.

"Shall we take this off?" Lydia whispered huskily, gesturing to Iris' nightgown. Iris nodded and chuckled weakly. She tugged at the shoulders of the gown, pulling it off over her head before casting it off to the side. Lydia, breathing heavily, froze, eyes locked on Iris' bare body. Her perky breasts. Her smooth skin. Iris took the opportunity to gaze upon Lydia too.

The woman was pale, muscled. Though she would've disagreed, Iris thought she was stunning, beautiful, breathtaking. She felt a growing heat between her legs as she drank in the sight of Lydia's exposed breasts. Without thinking, Iris reached out, brushing a hand against Lydia's chest. Lydia locked eyes with her in surprise, inhaling sharply. Surprising quickly became pleasure as Iris touched her again, her nipples hardening slowly.

"Mmmm, that's good...!" The blonde's breath hitched, and Iris grinned.

Oh, man, this is so weird!

She thought with an inward, nervous laugh. Of course, she did not mean that her wife was weird, or that anything they were doing was weird, but what a surreal experience it was, to be touching her old mentor's naked breasts, eliciting these sounds from her... These faces... Lydia was usually so stoic, so to see her gasping with pleasure... The warmth between Iris' legs grew, and so did the warmth in her cheeks. She was hypnotized, watching Lydia's back arch in the moonlight, her muscles rippling.

Even though Lydia's electric-blue eyes were half-shut in a haze of pleasure, she was thinking the same thing as Iris.

She's so beautiful...

Iris was just so cute, fondling her breasts with such tenderness and concern. Actions spoke louder than words, and pictures could paint a thousand. Lydia could tell that Iris genuinely cared about her pleasure, and wasn't just looking to satiate her own lust. It was something Lydia wasn't used to. Even more, Iris had a gorgeous body, smooth skin, and sculpted muscles, even though she was slender, and shorter than Lydia. It felt painfully cliché to say, but Iris was beautiful inside

and

out.

It's funny... She's seen battle... Nowhere near as many as me, of course, but her skin is still unblemished...! Well, anyway, good. It is better than the alternative.

Lydia couldn't even bring herself to think about it, at least not for long, anything happening to Iris, or herself...

Unwittingly helping pull Lydia from her thoughts and back into the present, Iris leaned forward. She pressed her lips to Lydia's breast. The blonde, having not expected such a searing pleasure, was violently ripped away from her thoughts.

"Ohhhh!" she cried out. She felt Iris smile against her chest, tiny tongue flicking over her nipple. Lydia's body spasmed, but she managed to instinctively hold the back of Iris' neck and gently pull her closer.

Don't stop...! Don't stop...! Mmm... So warm... Your lips... your tongue...

Iris was lost in a haze of pleasure as well, kneading Lydia's breasts, reveling in the way they felt in her hands. They were round, full, firm, and Lydia's nipples were entirely erect by then. Iris continued to suckle on them, humming into the taller, older woman's chest.

It's about time someone made you feel good,

Iris thought bittersweetly as she and Lydia switched positions. Lydia brushed her knuckles across Iris' chest and Iris gasped softly. Lydia almost did the same.

I had a feeling they would be soft, but...

Her brain couldn't even formulate the words to properly describe how she felt, wrapping her fingers around Iris' breasts, squeezing them, holding them. She couldn't bite back a moan.

"Like what you see?" Iris teased weakly, mind turning to mush as Lydia began to massage and fondle her chest a little more forcefully.

"I like what I

feel

," the blonde answered the brunette with a playful jest of her own, then she leaned in and kissed Iris' heart. She wasn't able to wait as long as Iris had, reveling in the feeling of such warm, soft skin against her lips.

I haven't felt this good in years...! I'd almost forgotten... how good it can be... with other people...

Lydia's mind was also turning to mush. She continued to swirl her tongue around Iris' nipple while Iris gasped and struggled through her pleasure to concentrate on Lydia's breasts too. She slumped over, hips bucking, one hand burying itself in Lydia's golden hair.

At last, though, Lydia grew impatient, and she began moving down Iris' body once more. She didn't stop until she reached the warm wetness between Iris' legs. With a smirk, Lydia teased Iris, kissing and nuzzling the insides of the girl's legs, but ignoring her underwear.

"Lydia...!" Iris gave a breathless, desperate gasp, panting and pleading in frustration as her hips bucked again. The warmth between Iris' legs felt more like a fire to her, and she wanted desperately for Lydia to stop with the games. She knew what she was doing! Taunting Iris! Laughing...! But Iris didn't even bother begging. She knew Lydia played only by her own rules. She would do as she pleased, but she would please Iris too...

Oh, but it would please Iris too. "Ahhh!" Iris arched as Lydia finally, suddenly, kissed her womanhood once. "Ohhhh," Iris panted, resisting the urge to thrust her hips, in case it made Lydia stop.

"Do you want it?" the blonde asked, voice unnaturally low and husky.

"Uh-huh...!" It was the most intelligent thing Iris could think to say in the moment. Lydia quirked an eyebrow and chuckled to herself. Then... "Ohhhhh!" Iris pressed a fist to her mouth to muffle a cry as Lydia's tongue finally pushed into her. "Lydia...!" she whined. Lydia chuckled again, and Iris cried out a second time when she felt Lydia's tongue move. "Ohh, ohh, ohh...!" Her purple eyes squeezed shut.

"No, no, not yet," Lydia whispered, and after a minute more, she pulled her tongue away from Iris. Iris gave her an agonized look.

"Lydia...!" she whined again, legs shaking.

"Patience," Lydia replied. Sincerity flashed in her blue eyes, and it caught Iris off guard. Lydia wasn't doing this solely to tease Iris.

Please, wait!

Iris forced the look of hurt from her face and lay back down. "OHHH—" Her hips bucked as a long, thin finger slid inside of her. She felt her body opening up, legs and walls parting for Lydia. Beautiful pain sparked behind Iris' eyelids. Lydia's finger was firmer than her tongue. Iris' hips pressed forward, and her body clenched instinctively around Lydia. She clutched at the bedsheets with a moan.

Lydia slowly pulled out of Iris, and Iris moaned again, then she pushed back in, and Iris' breath caught in her chest. Lydia began slow, eyes searching Iris' face carefully as the girl's eyes remained clenched shut. Then, Lydia slowly picked up the pace, thrusting into Iris faster and faster. She wanted the girl to have time to adjust as she increased speed.

"Just tell me if it hurts," Lydia murmured, voice more serious than it had been that entire night. "You need me to stop, just say it, got it?"

"Yes," Iris breathed back. She was touched by how serious—and dare she say, chivalrous—Lydia was trying to be, but by then, Iris was too aroused to care.

You can do anything to me now...

She knew Lydia would never hurt her. Iris already trusted her with her life, and vice versa.

With Iris' reassurance, Lydia moved quickly, listening attentively to Iris' groans and gasps. They were like music to Lydia's ears, and she knelt over the girl, kissing her flat, muscled stomach. Iris' stomach muscles twitched in response to Lydia's lips, and Lydia reveled in the feeling. After another minute, she slid a second finger into Iris and Iris let out a long, low moan in response.

"Ohhhhh...!" Her back arched again as the pressure and friction increased. She felt her body open up a little bit more.

Lydia managed to get Iris to three fingers, but when she tried to fit in a fourth, Iris' body finally tensed up, overwhelmed.

"No, wait—!" she gasped softly, breathlessly. Her hands flew to Lydia's as her legs clenched, Lydia's fourth finger pressing against her entrance. When Lydia heard Iris' short, sharp cry, and felt Iris grab her finger gently, she stopped immediately.

"Sorry," Lydia let out an apologetic moan of sympathy as she removed her fingers. That was why she'd only pressed her finger against the girl's entrance at first, to warn her, and give her time to prepare. Iris was just so tight, and the mere thought of it made Lydia wet.

"It's ok," Iris whispered. "Just go slow." Lydia nodded respectfully.

After several more minutes, Lydia brought her face back to Iris' womanhood and added her tongue to her three fingers.

"OHHH!" Iris cried out, tensing up and clutching at the bedsheets again as Lydia stimulated her inside and out. "Oh yes! More! Please! Ahhhhh, that's so good!" Iris gasped as Lydia licked around her fingers, her tongue laving against Iris' tender flesh. Slowly but surely, Lydia grew increasingly frantic as she continued to touch and fuck her wife.

Iris' breath became increasingly ragged. "Oh, Lydia! I'm really close!!"

"Then cum. Please," Lydia whispered, but Iris heard her. With another cry, her hips jerked forward and her purple eyes rolled back in her head as she collapsed against the pillows. Lydia did her best to keep her tongue inside of Iris, fucking the girl even through and after her orgasm. Iris could only lie there helplessly, convulsing, overwhelmed. Even after she finally started coming back down again, Iris still felt weak and exhausted.

Purple eyes met blue, tired but grateful. "Thank you," Iris whispered, sitting up to kiss her wife. She reached out, lifting Lydia's chin with the side of her finger before leaning down for the kiss. She could taste herself on Lydia's tongue and, as odd as it was, the sensation of their tongues intertwining again sent Iris' heart skyward once more. She kissed Lydia over and over and over again, breathless, aroused again.

"Your turn now, though," she chuckled after a moment, gently pressing Lydia beneath her. She trailed her kisses down Lydia's body, moving much faster because she did not tease the taller, older woman the way Lydia had teased her.

Because I'm nice!

Iris thought petulantly, but in truth, it was because she couldn't wait any longer either...

Iris pressed her tongue into Lydia and listened as Lydia's deep moans filled the air. "Oh, Iris, yes!" she panted, grabbing the girl's long, wavy brown tresses. "Oh, don't you dare stop!" she gasped, legs wrapping around Iris as well. Even though it was their very first night together, and Iris very first night with anyone at all, the girl's passion and genuine desire to please made up for her inexperience. Lydia was so aroused just by being able to taste Iris and finally possess her completely that she was already close to climax by the time Iris started touching and licking her.

Iris continued to suck and lap at her wife, sliding her tongue in and out, trying to press against Lydia's walls.

Oh, she feels so good... I hope she's feeling good too...!

At the very least, judging by Lydia's breathy moans, Iris could say she was doing

something

right.

She tried again to copy the other woman, slowly sliding a finger into Lydia. Then two. Then three.

"Iris. More. I can take it!" Lydia panted, encouraging the brunette to add her other fingers faster. Her voice was ragged and her pleas were desperate, almost commands, but Iris understood and indulged her, sliding a fourth finger inside of Lydia. Lydia cried out and moaned, hips bucking against Iris' face as Iris continued to eat her out. Lydia had lost all coherent thought, unaware of how long she'd kept herself repressed until Iris brought years of isolation out of her all at once. It was with guilty pleasure that Lydia suddenly thought of her wet dreams. They were the closest she had to a "real" sexual tryst in years, and of late, they'd all been about Iris.

More nights than she would ever admit, Lydia had gone to bed masturbating at the thought of Iris, sometimes even using pictures of her to help. The memories filled Lydia with shame, and another wave of arousal rolled through her. Now those wet dreams were real. Iris and Lydia really were pleasing each other. It was no longer just something of Lydia's darkest, dirtiest fantasies. She didn't need pictures or letters or memories anymore now that she had Iris completely and utterly. She no longer had to moan into her pillow to muffle her ecstasy and lust.

"OH, IRIS, YES!" At last, Lydia peaked. Her hips bucked as she came, and Iris was faithful and dutiful, seeking to clean Lydia up after Lydia climax ended. She lapped up the remains of Lydia's lust and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand before sitting up and leaning in to kiss her wife. Lydia grabbed Iris' waist and twisted them around so that she was straddling Iris again, then she kissed the smaller, younger girl fiercely, burying her long, pale fingers in Iris' wavy, brown hair. he frantic sound of lips locking was all that could be heard for the next several minutes.

Eventually, though, the couple was spent. They collapsed under the sheets together. There was now a new tiny tear on them from how hard Lydia was clawing at them when Iris made her cum.

"That was amazing...!" Iris panted, breasts heaving. Lydia chuckled in reply, just as sweaty, her chest also heaving from the exertion.

"Did I hurt you at all?" she asked.

I know I like it rough, but it was her very first night, so I want to be sure...

"Of course not!" Iris promised warmly, reassuring Lydia with a long, tender kiss to the cheek.

Lydia nodded in reply, her worry fading away. She snuggled closer to Iris and wrapped her arms around her body. She wasn't used to being so open and affectionate like this, but being with Iris made her

want

to be like this. It was something she never would've ever imagined before, and yet here she was now. Iris deserved the world, so Lydia wanted to do her best to be the best world she could for the other woman. And although it still made her a little embarrassed to admit it, Lydia simply enjoyed the thrill of loving Iris, of indulging in romance after so long alone and hurting.

Iris smiled into Lydia's shoulder as she snuggled against the other woman, reveling in the sensation of their warm skin touching. Iris could feel Lydia's heartbeat. And Lydia's strong warms wrapped so protectively around her was her ultimate guilty pleasure.

I didn't know I'd love you so much, but I do. We're gonna owe Captain for the rest of his life, pairing us up together all those years ago...

Even though mentor and apprentice got off to a rocky start—to say the least—life sure ended up changing for the better, for both of them..

They were both slowly letting of pains of the past, some of which would never fully be addressed, but now that they had each other, they had a future worth working towards. There was a chance. There was hope. Iris didn't used to think that such love was possible, especially not from someone as prickly and asocial as Lydia, but here they were now, married wives, and that was just the very first night.

"Same time tomorrow?" Iris teased. "Or sooner?" Lydia didn't reply verbally, but the searing kiss she gave Iris more than spoke for itself.