SSSD - Passion

Eschewing the need to be discreet simplifies things, and even if Golda presents like a big mommy girl boss, she’s behaving more like a shy pledge. That’s OK; Alison knows how to make that shyness go away.

Only Marit is in the long hall to see Alison leading Golda by the hand. It’s not clear what Marit is doing, but she’s carrying a toolbox. Alison doesn’t care. It’s not like she never gets nervous, and she has to keep up the momentum so she doesn’t lose her nerve.

Safe in her room, she leans into that and kisses Golda on the mouth the second that the door is shut. Kissing styles aren’t like fingerprints, but there’s still some individuality in them. Alison’s is soft and tender, but not intrusive. She’s not the type to stick her tongue down someone’s throat, but she tries to put something a little extra in because she feels that it’s expected of her. Golda isn’t so different, but she’s more intense. She might have been shy about coming here, but she’s not shy about putting her hands on Alison’s waist to hold her close.

Golda’s full lips, hot mouth, warm figure, and the heavenly scent of her amazing hair are a lot to handle. Rather than speaking to Alison’s libido, the gentle vulnerability of the kiss has a different effect. Alison feels much of her tension fade away, tension that she hadn’t been aware of. The pressure to perform, the fundamental scariness of being in Antarctica. The isolation of this place. Being surrounded by strangers.

A little human connection takes the edge off all that, and what starts as a CCL performance becomes a little more organic. She could stand there and kiss Golda all night. It doesn’t matter that she’s basically a stranger. One can communicate a lot with a kiss, and in that way, Alison’s getting to know her quickly.

She had all these thoughts about what she was going to do with Golda in bed, but she forgets about all that. Instead of thinking about how to tease her or how she’d want to make sure to get Golda completely naked, it’s just a matter of getting as many kisses in as they get most of their clothes off and eagerly get under the covers. The tiny bed isn’t nearly big enough, but that suits Alison, who has no interest in this tight embrace ending.

Undershirts and panties are still on, and in Golda’s case her bra as well, but their legs are bare and entwined. So much skin on skin only escalates things, and the kisses grow more savage as Alison runs her hands through Golda’s hair. The more into it Alison gets, the more active her hands become in touching Golda’s body. On Golda’s side, she just holds Alison that much tighter.

It’s only when Alison slips a hand into Golda’s shirt that Golda breaks the kiss and seems to remember that there is more to Alison than her mouth. Breathing hard, she looks into Alison’s eyes, almost hesitant.

Alison is happy to help. Under the covers, she moves Golda’s hand to her clothed breast. Alison enjoys the nuzzling and groping under the covers as much as the kissing, but her body can’t take much more. She’s so sensitive down there that the smallest shift in their tangled legs feels like Diagra the Sybian from CCL House. She could latch onto Golda’s body and squeeze her mound against her thigh, and a part of her wants to. It would be the easiest orgasm of her life.

But she has her pride. She reluctantly withdraws her hand from using her thumb to tease one of Golda’s massive, swollen nipples. Golda stiffens as she feels Alison’s hand seeking her most sensitive place. Alison slides her fingers into Golda’s high-waisted panties, finding her appropriately hot, wet, and sensitive. She wants to tease and explore, but it’s not the right thing to do. Golda has a big clit that isn’t hard to find. She’s not noisy. The squeaking of the bed in response to every reaction of her body is louder than her gasping as Alison touches her.

Golda’s womanhood is warm, slick, and soft. But the rest of her only gets stiffer and stiffer the better she feels. Her hands grip Alison and the covers. Her legs tense and spread wider, only the bed’s not big enough. Her back arches when she cums without a sound, only the rigidity of her body giving away the intensity of the experience. Then she falls back, letting out an explosive sigh. The mattress squeals, then squeaks as she tries to catch her breath, chest heaving.

Alison covers her face in kisses, stroking the curve of Golda’s hip under the covers.

Good sex isn’t about taking turns making each other cum, but Golda feels an obvious obligation to reciprocate when she recovers. Alison is all worked up, but she’s enjoying herself too much to feel any sense of urgency. They lie there facing each other as Golda does her part. Her face is intense and she doesn’t blink. Alison isn’t sure what to think about that, but she’s game to stare as Golda reaches between her legs.

Golda seems hesitant about putting her hand in the underwear of a girl half her age, but her fingers know what they’re doing. Alison squeezes Golda’s hand with her thighs. It’s good. And her panties are making this harder than they need to be. Alison raggedly pulls them down just enough for Golda to have full access. With her soaked panties tangled around her thighs, Alison tries not to write at Golda’s touch. She controls herself, and her voice as well.

The rush of endorphins when Golda brings her off makes her face look angelic and the world goes into soft focus. Golda holds Alison through the orgasm, which ends with them tangled even closer, nose to nose. Alison is limp. Golda looks beautiful and kissable, but her body is still trembling and weak. The idea of moving enough to kiss her seems impossible.

This has backfired. Instead of performative sexy CCL antics, Alison’s approach has resulted in actual intimacy. She’s too happy in the moment to appreciate the irony as she gazes into Golda’s eyes. She knows nothing about this woman, but they have a connection now. One of two things can happen:

Snuggle and sleep?

Or talk all night?