Snow Day (F/F, lesbian, neighbors,)

I couldn’t wait for this day. I had been watching the weather all week, preparing a grocery list and praying for the apocalyptic snowstorm the weather folks were predicting.

I doubt anyone was going to be as excited as I was, but they weren’t getting snowed in with Becca, the hot girl who lived upstairs from me that I had been dying to fuck since the day she moved in.

Since then I’d seen her in passing. We exchanged numbers and got coffee a few times. She invited me over once for dinner and it was all I had to not touch her.

She and I decided that if it snowed, we’d call into our respective jobs, she’d come to my place, we’d make a pizza, and salad with wine of course and watch horror movies.

“Hey! The grocery store is insane right now! I’m grabbing two bottles of wine just in case!” Becca’s text came through two days before said storm.

So we’re doing this. A light airy giddiness floated through my chest and I smiled.

“Sounds good! I’ll head over there after work!” I replied, glancing at the time. I still had an hour left, and my list of pizza and salad fixings were on my phone.

“I’m buying a cake.” she responded and I laughed, remembering her telling me about her sweet tooth.

The storm came as predicted. I turned up the heat in my place so I could wear tiny blue shorts and a tight yellow t-shirt. I lit a few candles and as I pulled some plates down from the cabinet, I heard her knock.

“Hi!” she squealed, her arms outstretched, a bottle of wine in each hand, a tote bag containing the cake and DVDs from her collection swinging by her side as she wrapped me in a hug.

This girl. Her boisterous energy and sparkly voice combined with her bright eyes and huge smile made want to eat her right now. Fuck dinner and wine and movies, I wanted to devour her this instant.

“Hello!” I laughed, throwing my arms around her. “You’re adorable!”

She was wearing a white, unicorn onesie, because of course.

“Thank you!” she set the bottles down on my counter. “I live in this thing.”

We made pizza, while drinking wine. I threw some cheese at her. She swiped my face with sauce and then licked it off. I almost kissed her then. She gave me a look like she wanted it, but wasn’t sure if she crossed a line with licking my face.

I laughed, because I laugh everything off especially when I’m nervous. She bumped me with her hip as we were both putting pepperoni on the pizza. I bumped her back, my face flushing with heat.

“What are we watching first?” she asked when I placed the pizza in the oven.

“Scream?” I climbed on to my couch, grabbed the remote and turned the television on.

“Oh yeah! It’s been so long since I’ve seen that one!” she poured us each another glass of wine and handed mine to me.

“I saw it in the theater and that was it.” I said.

“Do you even remember it then?” she joined me, her fuzzy unicorn leg just barely touching my bare skin.

“Shut your mouth.” I teased. Becca was four years younger than me.

“This couch pulls out into a bed.” I mentioned. “Want to get the full effect on cozy?”

“Oh yes please!”

We both set our wine down on the kitchen counter. She helped me move the coffee table over to the side and we pulled the bed out. She jumped on it and I collected our very full wine glasses, handing hers to her.

“We have about seven minutes left on the pizza. Do you want to start it now?” I asked, getting the DVD set up.

“Yeah, we can start it.” she shrugged.

I turned off the lights, and pressed “play” before checking my phone to see the timer I had set.

“We didn’t make salad.” Becca whispered.

“Do you want salad?” I whispered back watching Drew Barrymore on the screen.

“Not really.”

The warmth of her breath lingered on my cheek, and I took a sip of wine hoping to calm my nerves.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when the timer went off. I got up and pressed pause. She followed me exclaiming how delicious our creation looked when I pulled it out of the oven.

After cutting and dividing it we took our plates back to the couch bed and I pressed “play” again.

We ate in silence, her jumping at the scary parts, which made me jump. The snow was dumping and accumulating rather quickly.

“I’m getting cake.” she whispered when she was done, taking her plate with her.

“Already?” I asked. I had two pieces left.

“Fuck yeah! Desert waits for no one!”

She sauntered into the kitchen and returned with two small plates and two forks.

“Plates or forks?” she asked. “I don’t have germs.”

I laughed. “Forks are fine. Go for it.”

She joined me again and shoved her fork into the side of the dense, chocolate cake. I continued with my pizza, admiring her appetite.

Later, I had two bites of cake, the coffee table was littered with wine, pizza plates and the demolished dessert.

We had moved on from “Scream” to “I Know What You Did Last Summer”, following our nineties theme. Becca was sitting closer to me than she was earlier, her knees drawn up to her chest. Half way through the movie, I placed my hand on her knee, unable to keep myself contained. I was intoxicated by the floral scent of her hair, the warmth of her proximity, and my desire.

She turned to me and kissed my mouth so thoroughly, and deeply I contemplated the ease in which I could come just from my mouth being pressed to hers. I pulled her closer, sliding my hands down her spine as she climbed on top of me, grinding herself against my upper thigh.

I wanted to get closer to her. How could I fit myself inside of her, and revel in her beauty? How is it possible to feel so much desire for someone I barely knew? I fitted my hand on the small of her back, pressing my palm to it enjoying the way it felt against her. I loved exploring new places on partner’s bodies. I found these spots as sources of comfort when I was spending time with someone I was dating or sleeping with. My hands found them as if they had minds of their own. There was the spine bump at the base of his neck, her soap dish dent on the side of her hip, the arch of her eyebrows, the cleft of his chin, his belly button, and her bony wrist. My hands were covered in memories of other people’s body parts.

I slid my hands to her ass, squeezing it’s firm juiciness. She pulled my shirt up, kissed my cleavage as she pushed her hand into the waistband of my shorts, rubbing me over my underwear.

I rolled her on to our sides and unzipped her onesie revealing unicorn underwear. “Oh my God are you serious?” I laughed, gathering a handful of her breast.

She giggled and said “How could I not?”

She spilled out of my grip, hard nipples pressed to my palm as she brought her fingers to her mouth, licking them while meeting my eyes. She returned to my pussy, this time, pressing her wet fingers to my sensitive skin, gently spreading my lips open, gliding her middle finger over my clit, to my opening, pushing inside and then back out again as I arch my back, loosening my grip on her breast, accepting every second of pleasure.

“You like that?” she asked.

“Mmm hmm.” I nodded.

She sat up on all fours and kissed me while continuing her finger dance on my clit. This gave me an opportunity to simultaneously get her off as well. I slipped my hand into her underwear finding her so slick with arousal I didn’t need anything extra.

I loved the feeling of pushing my fingers inside someone. The warm, wet intimacy of being connected to a woman was unlike anything I could describe.

Becca kissed me harder, her fingers working my clit more. I felt the skin of my chest flush, a sign that I was going to come if she kept going. She moaned into my mouth, her tongue pushing against mine as she moved her hips to the rhythm of my fingers.

My skin was soaked with her. She lowered herself a little so her nipples were brushing the underside of mine. She dragged her teeth over my lower lip, kissed my jaw, my neck, biting a little here and there, keeping her steady pace with her hands, and me keeping mine.

“Yes.” I whispered as I felt myself tip over the edge of my eager, ecstatic turn on and free fall into a loud, all-consuming orgasm that left my legs shaking, and my breath labored.

Becca lightly kissed my lips and grinned, removing her hand from me.

“What gets you off?” I asked.

“I’ve never had an orgasm with a partner.” she replied.

“Well then.” I licked my lips, tasting her on me. “I’d like to help you out with that.”

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ar9182/snow_day_ff_lesbian_neighbors