Vanessa and Kat: Shivers
[Players, not pups. v_hazardous plays with Kat (daniel_johns's alter ego). Backdated: September 15, 2011.]

Sometimes you have to take chances. Maybe Vanessa will say no thanks – they've talked, and Vanessa could, she knows that's not a big deal – or not tonight, or maybe she will say yes please. But there's no way to know without asking, so Kat picks up the phone and taps out a short message.

You, me, one of the new toys? y/n? – K

It wasn't that big a shopping trip, more getting to know each other's tastes, but there are still a couple of things sitting in a drawer that haven't been brought out to play, and it's as good a place as any to start.

Vanessa is heading for her car when her phone goes off, still in vibrate-only mode after meeting up with a friend for a late lunch. At first she thinks Daniel's missed an 'O' in his text, but that doesn't make any sense, and finally it dawns on her what the 'K' stands for: Kat. It's the first time Kat's initiated contact like this and Vanessa smiles, pleased, as she texts a reply.

If you've got a preference for which toy, get it out, pretty girl. I'll be home in about half an hour.

It seems a shame to dress up when everything is going to come off so quickly. So Kat stays as she is, jeans and T-shirt, barefoot, lazy afternoon comfortable and relaxed. She turns down the bedcovers then turns her attention to the drawer where most of the toys have ended up – they don't have that many here but there's still enough to keep things very interesting. The one she's had in mind is still wrapped up and she uncovers it carefully, the curved glass cool to touch. It goes on the bedside table with lube and a couple of condoms and she gives the room one last look-over. Best to keep it simple, sometimes.

The rest of the apartment is tidy, phone still on the chair arm with Vanessa's reply still onscreen, and Kat sits down to watch the door and wait.

A quick stop at a Starbucks drive-thru and Vanessa's on the road, trying not to be too impatient whilst she drives. She's curious about what sort of reception she'll get; she and Kat have played some, but not heaps, and Vanessa has the sense that Kat's still being a bit careful with her, sensitive to Vanessa's need to adjust to this aspect of her primary relationship. Maybe too careful? Hard to say, really, and she appreciates the care regardless – better to go too slow in this case.

By the time she turns the ignition off and gets out of the car, though, a million different scenarios have played through Vanessa's mind and she's ridiculously turned on, finishing the last of her coffee and letting the empty cup dangle from her hand as she opens the apartment door.

It's quiet enough to hear footsteps in the hallway and Kat's on her feet by the time the door opens, waiting. She doesn't really have a plan for this afternoon, nothing concrete, but she crosses over to Vanessa, takes the empty cup from her hand and tosses it into the bin, then kisses her. It seems like a good place to start.

Vanessa kisses back enthusiastically, enjoying Kat's response. Seems she's not the only impatient one. At length she pulls back with a laugh. "Let me get out of my shoes and use the loo. Five more minutes and I'm all yours, 'kay?"

"OK." She isn't going to offer to fetch a drink or anything like that – if Vanessa wanted that she would have asked, and neither of them is particularly in the mood for sitting back and chatting. But Kat takes a step back, giving Vanessa room to move, and puts her hands behind her back. "I'll be here."

"Thank you." Vanessa gives Kat another kiss, brief but lingering just a little, then goes about her business. When she's pulling her jeans back up in the bathroom, it occurs to Vanessa that there really isn't a lot of point to doing them up again, and instead her clothes go in the hamper, bra on the hook on the back of the door (it's not like the size of her boobs is a surprise by this time). She checks her hair and makeup before re-entering the living room naked, feeling excited and a little stomach-fluttery at the bold statement.

"Hello." The bedroom is right there – closer to Vanessa – but the chair is right here and Kat pulls off her own T-shirt, dropping it over the chair arm as she sits down. She pats her thighs and gestures for Vanessa to come over, gaze roaming down over her body.

That's definitely a positive response, and far more predatory than Vanessa's accustomed to Daniel being. Hardly a bad thing, just a difference that she notes in passing on her way to Kat. Another fleeting thought, wondering if she's supposed to be more 'in charge' here, but Kat issued an invitation, not an order, and Vanessa's comfortable enough to slide onto Kat's lap with an appreciative noise at the scrape of denim against her bare skin. She smiles, "Hello."

That's a good sound and Kat returns the smile as she skims her hands over Vanessa's skin, sliding down her back to cup her arse and pull her in close, body pressed right up against hers. "How are you?"

"Getting better every minute, mmm." That feels good, her breasts flattened against Kat's chest, skin on skin; Kat's hands on her body. "Happy to see you."

"It's good to see you too." Vanessa is warm against her and for a moment Kat just holds her there and enjoys, nuzzling against her hair. Then she leans back in the chair, letting the movement shift Vanessa against her, settled over her hips. "Comfy?" she teases. It might not be, pressed against her jeans, but Vanessa doesn't seem to be complaining about it. She lifts a hand to cup one breast, thumb tracing over Vanessa's nipple.

"For now," Vanessa nods, smiling. Her nipple draws up tight at the caress and her back arches, chest pushing against Kat's hand in silent demand. She likes the roughness of the fabric against her inner thighs and wonders idly just how wet she'll get Kat's jeans before they move to the bedroom. If they even do, although she's curious about Kat's choice. "Did you pick out a toy?"

"Yeah," Kat nods, shifts her hips just a little to press up against Vanessa. "The glass one. Was really hoping you'd fuck me with it." Could go the other way too, but Kat's in the mood to get fucked today, even if she's willing to wait a little.

The matter-of-fact way Kat says these things makes Vanessa crazy. "God, yeah, that sounds awesome. Fuck you with it, maybe make you wait to come so you can fuck me afterwards," even as she says it, that isn't what's taking shape in her mind and Vanessa shakes her head with a chuckle. "Or, me first, and maybe again afterwards with your hand or a different toy."

"You want me to fuck you first, then you give me the toy after?" There's nothing at all wrong with that plan, Kat just wants to make sure they're imagining the same thing. She pinches Vanessa's nipple as she asks, watching her squirm.

"Yes," Vanessa groans. She rubs against the ridge in Kat's jeans, wanting friction. "I got all worked up on the drive home."

"Yeah? What were you thinking of?" Kat slides her hands back down to Vanessa's hips, pulling her down and encouraging the movement.

"Oh, all sorts. Me fucking you, you fucking me, your nipple rings," demonstrating the latter with a quick twist of one ring, Vanessa's other hand holding onto Kat's shoulder. "So much fun to play with."

That gets a gasp from Kat and she leans into the touch, hands tightening on Vanessa. "More, please?" The friction goes both ways and she rocks slowly under Vanessa, hardening inside her jeans.

Vanessa's reply is non-verbal, nimble fingers manipulating the silver hoop in the ways she's discovered feel the best, a tug here, a twist there, leaning forward to capture Kat's mouth for a deep kiss.

"Fuck..." Kat moans, the sound cut off by the kiss, lost against Vanessa's mouth. It hurts just enough to send a shiver down her spine, just enough to make her grind up against Vanessa and half-wish she had taken this straight to the bedroom where there are condoms. But no, patience – or at least, enjoying the torment.

That moan sparks a mirror echo in Vanessa as they rock together in the chair, the sound not too far this side of frantic – there's clear need in her continuing vocalisations, her state of arousal spiralling high easily from the simple contact.

Those desperate little sounds are even better than the words and Kat keeps up the movement, almost demanding now, waiting to see if Vanessa orders more or just take this. Either is good, either is really fucking good.

It isn't quite direct enough for Vanessa to be able to come like this and she breaks off the kiss with a frustrated groan. "Fuck. I need— Bed. Now," she orders, scrambling to her feet.

Kat's curious now just how far things could have gone in the chair. They don't have condoms out here, and the toy is in there, but... maybe later. For now she follows Vanessa out of the chair, into the bedroom, unfastening her jeans as she goes. They get tossed over the chair and she reaches out to Vanessa.

Naked is exactly what Vanessa wants. She goes to Kat eagerly, pulling her into another kiss, soft moans leaking out at the feel of Kat's skin against hers. Then she turns towards the bed, pausing to toss a beckoning smile over her shoulder as she gets a knee onto the mattress preparatory to crawling up the bed. "Come on, honey."

Kat does not need telling twice. She follows Vanessa's crawl up onto the bed, arms either side of hers, body close enough to feel the heat of her skin. She nips at Vanessa's shoulder then kisses down her spine, ending at the small of her back.

The shivers start when Kat's mouth slides down Vanessa's spine and when Kat reaches its base, Vanessa mewls, her knees sliding out from under her in pure sensual reaction.

Ohh, that's new. It isn't the most obvious spot but the reaction is unmistakable and Kat smiles as she slides her arms under Vanessa, catches her and lowers her properly to the bed. Then she follows her down, braced on her arms as she nuzzles and licks over that spot.

Vanessa can't catch her breath, whimpering and wriggling under Kat's ministrations. She's used to the tingling feel of kisses at her nape; used to the warmth that spreads through her when Daniel pets along her spine whilst she snuggles against his chest. It's a reasonably well-known erogenous zone of hers. But it's been a long time since anyone kissed that particular spot a little above her arse and Vanessa had forgotten just what it does to her, how thoroughly what Kat's doing now melts her into a puddle of intense arousal.

This is definitely worth taking her time with and Kat makes herself comfortable, coaxing Vanessa's legs apart to lay between them, half-draped over her. She runs her hands over Vanessa's arse, blunt nails dragging lightly down to tease her inner thighs, still nuzzling.

God, Vanessa is losing her mind, squirming needily, thighs parting for Kat as her hips move in tiny thrusts, rocking in place. "Oh my God, Kat."

Kat just grins, loving the way Vanessa writhes under her, the little shifts that almost beg to be touched. She works one hand under Vanessa, pressed palm-down to let Vanessa grind down against her knuckles, then kisses down further, over the curve of her arse and down between her cheeks. This is new too, but she's fucked Vanessa this way before, easy bet she won't be pushed away.

The intimate touch surprises Vanessa as much as it arouses her and both are evident in her tone as she murmurs, "But Daniel doesn't..." trailing off into a fervent whine, the thought dissolving because clearly Kat does and it feels so good. "Fuuuuuck."

The words are just loud enough for Kat to hear but it doesn't seem like they need an answer, not while Vanessa squirms under her. So she keeps her hand where it is, uses the other to hold Vanessa where she wants her, and works for more of those moans. Little flickers of her tongue at first, teasing over the pucker, then pushing just inside.

Whining deep in her throat, Vanessa grinds against Kat's hand, trying not to squirm right out of reach as Kat teases her, undone by the dual assault on her senses. She's not thinking at all anymore; she's focussed wholly on her pleasure and the sensations that Kat's creating in her body.

Kat hums happily, following Vanessa as she squirms and rocks, half-sprawled now between Vanessa's spread legs. She strokes a hand over Vanessa's arse and squeezes, holding her open to tease and grinning as Vanessa writhes against her other hand.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," it's a breathless litany that veers straight into a loud cry as Vanessa hits overload, continuing to rut against Kat's knuckles, prolonging her shuddering release.

Kat keeps her hand steady and lets Vanessa grind against her hand, tongue-tip still pressed against her hole. She's not going to tire Vanessa out this way, but that doesn't mean she has to stop before she's told to.

Vanessa isn't looking for a string of multiples today. When her orgasm ebbs, she shifts away, crawling far enough up the bed to reach for a condom. The square package gets brandished over her shoulder at Kat. "Cunt. Now." No discussion allowed. Not when Vanessa wants.

"Yes Ma'am." Anywhere else and the words could be a tease but Kat is already tearing the foil open and rolling on the condom. Vanessa is still face-down on the bed and Kat takes now at face value, settling over her and pushing in with one smooth thrust. The movement pushes Vanessa down against the sheets and Kat reaches up, plants her hands on the bed either side of Vanessa's shoulders and snaps her hips forward to drive in deep.

"Fuck." Bracing, Vanessa pushes back as best as she can to meet each glorious thrust. Her hands fist in the sheet and she growls. "Fuck, yes, Kat, do it."

Another "Yes Ma'am", this one breathless, and Kat fucks Vanessa the way Vanessa kissed her earlier, pure need and lust tangled up together. Sharp thrusts, slamming into her over and over, taking each push-back and shudder for the encouragement it is.

It's utterly fantastic: the mattress creaking the slightest bit under their combined weight every time Kat fills her; the exquisite friction singing along Vanessa's nerve endings. Words disappear, replaced by fierce moans and gasps, every part of her urging Kat on.

There's no way Kat can get a hand under Vanessa and touch her, not and keep up this pace. Right now that seems more important than anything, her own orgasm building, held back by will and practice as Vanessa rocks up against her and moans.

Vanessa can hear the small noises Kat's making in between her own, louder ones; feel the laboured breath stirring her hair, exhalations that echo the force of Kat's powerful movements. Every scrap of Kat's reactions intoxicates Vanessa and she shifts position, getting her weight re-balanced so she can reach between her legs, rubbing her clit lightly for now.

"Fuck..." Kat buries her face in Vanessa's hair for a moment, trying to catch herself as Vanessa shifts, does something – Kat can't look right now but she can feel the change and it's even better now, Vanessa clenching tight around her as she pushes back. "So good."

Agreement is a wordless hum, the scratchy sound of Kat's voice settling deep into Vanessa and her fingers speed up, goal-orientated now as she pants against the sheet, "You can come when I do."

If Vanessa seemed any less desperate that might make Kat beg but it's obvious in every moan, every shudder just how close Vanessa is. So Kat kisses her shoulder then bites, just hard enough to feel Vanessa react before nuzzling against her.

The feel of teeth is a welcome surprise and Vanessa rubs harder with a whimper that rises to a shriek as another orgasm storms through her body.

Kat bites down harder as Vanessa comes – she's careful, it won't really mark, but the way Vanessa clenches tight pulls an answering shudder from her. She comes pressed close against Vanessa, moaning against her skin, then takes a shaky breath and fights the impulse to just sprawl on top of her.

"God, fantastic," Vanessa manages, doing her best to get the sentiment out of her head where Kat can hear it. She's covered in sweat and Kat and the scent of sex, her muscles starting to let her know just how hard she was fucked, and Vanessa purrs, lips curving in a smile.

"Mmm," Kat agrees, kissing over the bite before drawing back. She runs a hand down Vanessa's spine as she pulls away, getting as far as rolling onto her side then just laughing.

Vanessa can't help but join in, letting her legs slide out flat and angling to see Kat's face. "I'm all wrung out now, at least for a few minutes. You?"

"I'll move eventually..." she has to clean up at some point, and a drink would be nice, but for now Kat just reaches out vaguely to pet Vanessa's shoulder and nods. "I'm good here."

Clearly Vanessa is the more energetic of the two – relatively speaking, anyway – and she slides lower, neatly divesting Kat of the condom and reaching over the side of the bed to toss it in the little bin sat there for exactly that purpose. Then she slithers over the sheet to wrap around Kat for a kiss. "So glad you texted me."

Kat murmurs a thank you when Vanessa takes over, then pulls her close and kisses her back. "Me too. Though..." her eyes slide to the toy on the bedside table and she tries not to grin. "Now you know I'm bad at plans. Easily distracted." She nods at the toy, then gives Vanessa a squeeze.

"You distract me, too. In all sorts of unexpected and delightful ways." Vanessa nuzzles Kat's throat.

If Kat needed reassurance that would be it right there and she smiles, tipping her head to offer her throat. "I like the sound of that."

"Good. It's definitely a good thing – I feel amazing." Soft kisses line the offered column. "A little cuddle time and a drink, and then maybe we can try the pretty dildo?"

"That sounds good too," Kat dips her head to kiss Vanessa properly again, fingertips trailing down her spine. "Soon, yeah."

The light touch makes Vanessa shiver, a soft noise escaping into Kat's mouth. Vanessa isn't turned on exactly, not yet, but it feels good and at the same time, it reminds her of a question. "I know that you and Daniel have the same limits, but I didn't think you'd do stuff he didn't, or vice versa, even if you have different preferences for stuff." She chuckles. "I'm kinda glad that isn't true."

"Hmm?" That takes a moment to process, "Oh, rimming? Well... you were right there, and I figured you'd push me away if you didn't like it." It's not always better to beg forgiveness than ask permission, but here the permission is kind of implied, or at least the permission to try.

"I would have, yeah – you know I'm not shy about letting you know whether I do or don't like something when you try it. I love rimming, actually, it's just not something I get very often. The majority of practitioners are gay men and that's the one group I can't play with," Vanessa laughs. She's enjoying the way Kat's hands keep wandering, like she can't not touch Vanessa right now.

There probably needs to be more explaining here, but Kat doesn't have the words right now and it's not urgent. So she just grins and kisses Vanessa again, hand skimming down to rest at the small of her back and pull her closer.

It's so good to just tangle up with her girl and make out, and Vanessa sinks into the kiss, wrapping her limbs around Kat with a happy sound. Talking can wait.








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