A Moment of Honesty

A lovely dinner, a romantic walk on the beach, some gentle kissing at sunset, it was all Sophie could hope for in a date with Andi.

It had taken nearly a week for Sophie to accept that people at the resort could handle lesbians existing, and wouldn’t scream about them being hell-bound just for holding hands. Now that she had, it felt like an immovable weight had been lifted from her.

She still had her issues. For instance, she could only handle hanky-panky in the dark, beneath the covers. Kissing lips, and fingers swirling on pearls was her limit. Any more and she’d get self-conscious, start to panic, be afraid that the devil inside her might be released.

Sophie squeaked like a mouse and clutched her sheets to her chest as Andi brought her over the edge of orgasm with gentle circles around her hood. Her whole body tensed and then melted in post-coital bliss.

Snuggling in to lay her head on Andi’s chest, she managed to resist saying she loved her. That was too much, too soon. She held that back, but what tumbled out of her mouth instead was a soft and dreamy, “I want to watch you come while I hold you against the wall by your throat.”

In an instant the afterglow was gone, and Sophie fled their bed. She slammed herself into the washroom and locked the door, sobbing.

That wasn’t something good people wanted. Not something you did to someone you loved. She was a monster for even thinking it and cursed the devil for letting her say it.

She tried to ignore the soft knocking on the bathroom door. She couldn’t face Andi. Not tonight. Probably not ever again. She’d die of shame in a hotel bathtub, instead.

“Sweetie, it’s okay,” Andi said with a kind warmth that made Sophie sick to hear. Then words which couldn’t be true, “I want that too.”

Tears ran down Sophie’s face. She wouldn’t and couldn’t believe that.

“Come on out,” encouraged Andi. “I promise it will be okay.”

A full minute passed as Sophie wrestled with her demons. She managed to swallow her tears and fears enough to open the door.

Andi was there, in her body-hugging supergirl tank and shorts, with a look in her eyes which Sophie couldn’t decipher. Or at least she couldn’t believe.

All at once there was warmth, love, lust, and submission. She reached out a hand and smiled softly in the way one might to soothe a frightened puppy.

Sophie took three tries to grasp the hand, touching it tentatively as if it might be a hot burner.

Andi grasped that hand once she had it as if she’d never let it go. She coaxed her lover from the bathroom and pulled the small woman against her in a tender embrace. Once Sophie’s breathing had stilled, Andi said, “I told you before that I would be happy to try anything you wanted.”

She released her petite lover, though kept hold of her hand. She backed herself against a wall before sinking to her knees, ready to worship the woman before her.

She looked up at Sophie with eyes full of fiery lust and utter submission. “I said it because I meant it.” She took Sophie’s hand and pressed it against her throat. “I. Want. This.” She said, and pressed the hand harder against her with each word.

It was true, too. More true than it had ever been. Andi would have been happy to play the obedient sub for Sophie. It was part of the fun of sex, trying on different roles, satisfying her partner’s urges, but this was different.

She wasn’t appeasing Sophie, she wanted this.

She wanted to kneel before this woman and beg to come. She wanted to be dominated utterly and, in this moment, she specifically wanted a hand around her neck pressing her against the wall, threatening to **** off air and blood, while she brought herself to orgasm.

She couldn’t remember ever wanting anything more. She was genuinely grateful that Sophie had told her, because now she could do this for her.

Andi spread her knees wide, almost impossibly so, so that Sophie could clearly see the wetness soaking through her sleep shorts. She plunged a hand into those shorts and started to circle her clit with an eager finger.

Not for a moment did she break eye contact with her lover. She looked up at the beautiful woman, draped in liquid silk, her nipples stiffening, her face awash with emotion. There was fear and shame, which Andi battled with her lust and affection. She told Sophie through her needful gaze how badly she wanted it. Also in those beautiful dark eyes was growing desire.

Sophie began to soak up the scene before her, admiring the heaving breasts, full parted lips, and display of overflowing arousal as Andi’s hand started to work into a flurry of motion.

Tentatively, Andi let go of Sophie’s wrist.

For a moment they both thought she might run, but small encouraging nods and increasingly rapid breathing from Andi promised everything was better than okay, and helped keep Sophie in place.

Watching her fit, voluptuous, freckled, perfect beauty kneeling before was overwhelming. The devil inside her roared in glory, and her whole body was ablaze with a sense of power and literally dripping desire. Her breath sped to match Andi’s as they both climbed higher in the ecstasy of the moment.

Andi’s brow started to furrow in beautiful agony as her orgasm approached, and she had to fight to keep her eyes open and looking up at her lover.

Sophie nearly came in her pants just looking into those beautiful **** supplicant green eyes.

The climax crested and Andi shuddered as she cried out. Her hand was a flurry of motion in her shorts and she pressed back against the restraint against her throat. That sole, constricting point of contact with her lover elevating the sensations which rocked her body.

She went limp as the crashing waves receded, slipping from her girlfriend’s grasp and collapsing like a ragdoll onto the floor.

“Are you okay?” begged Sophie, terrified that she’d done her love harm.

“Holy fuck that was hot, Soph,” replied Andi through a dopey smile then shuddered again. “I think parts of me are still coming.”

“You really liked that?” Sophie wasn’t ready or able to fully believe it.

Andi clumsily pulled her down to the floor with her and wrapped around her like a body pillow. She purred in the afterglow. “Mhmmmm,” she confirmed. “I love exploring with you. You could ask to do anything with me. The worst I’ll ever say is no. And most of the time I’ll say yes with so many exclamation marks it would fill a page.”

Sophie buried her face into the ample bosom of her girlfriend, feeling truly safe for the first time, ever.