Hey Katie. I wanted to check up on you to see if everythings alright from the last time we met?
I guess. I am sorry I was such a bitch to you. I just… can you please not tell anyone? I don’t want my mother finding out like this.
Imogen groaned against Katie’s skin when she heard the raven-haired girl moaning her name, nipping at the crook of her neck and running over the area with her tongue, continuing to suck at it all the while. Katie’s moans were driving her wild; she loved knowing that she was making her feel good, that she was the one who was causing the usually carefully composed Katie Matlin to lose control. The notion caused a fresh wave of desire to wash over Imogen, a spark of electricity coursing through her body with her lower stomach at the epicenter. When she finished leaving her mark on the taller girl Imogen pulled back ever so slightly before leaning in to press a kiss to Katie’s lips once more, hunger evident in the force behind it. A small whimper escaped her when she felt Katie’s lips leaving her own, but the sound changed to a low moan as the blue eyed girl trailed kisses down her neck, toes curling in pleasure. She sucked in a sharp breath when Katie’s lips left her neck altogether, trailing down further. Goosebumps rose along her arms as the taller girl’s mouth found its way down to her cleavage, nipples hardening slightly through the material of her shirt and bra as a fresh moan fell from her lips.
She whimpered softly when Katie suddenly pulled away altogether, mourning the loss of contact until she realized what the other girl was doing, why she had pulled away. Eager to have one less layer of fabric between them, she helped the raven-haired girl pull her blouse off, lips crashing against Katie’s once more the instant her blouse was tossed aside. Under different circumstances perhaps Imogen would have been shy about being exposed to Katie like this, but the combination of alcohol and desire coursing through her made it difficult for her to care about having as much contact between Katie and herself as physically possible. That in mind her fingers toyed with the hem of Katie’s blouse for a moment before slipping underneath and travelling up the raven-haired girl’s body, pushing the blouse up all the while. She all but let out a growl of frustration when her fingertips hit a new barrier- Katie’s bra. She pulled away so that she could pull the blouse over the other girl’s head, fully intending to toss it aside. But the moment the blouse was over Katie’s head and in Imogen’s hands she paused, frozen in place by the sight before her. “Beautiful” she murmured, grip on the blouse going slack as she took in the sight of its owner.
Katie Matlin felt the hazelnut haired girl leave a mark on her own neck, making her groan. Perhaps under different circumstances, the blue eyed teenage would’ve snap at her. After all, she’d make a significative thing for her. Marking her as her own, for everyone to find out, yet, she found the situation rather encouraging and hot. Imogen wanted this as much as she did, and none of them were afraid to hide it at the point. Imogen’s body was beautiful, more than she could understand. Behind all the quirky attires, she hid a gorgeous body, the kind every girl envied. She brushed the girl’s flat stomach with her fingertips, memorizing her curves with her mere touch. Her lips found their way then to her cleavage, above her bra, lingering her kiss longer on the already harden nipples, her clumsy hands tracing cirlces around her belly button. Things were starting to heat up, she felt the urgency to rip off all of Imogen’s clothes for once, and the thought was scary. Never had she ever felt the same way about any guy, not even Drew. She wanted— needed more of the girl with glasses and it was maybe the alcohol or the sudden feeling of freedom she got after humiliating Drew in public, but she was ready to go all the way, as long as Imogen agreed to.
Once her own blouse was out of the sight, the girl couldn’t help but blush, she wasn’t used to being that exposed in front of anyone for the matter, and her words only made her cheeks turn crimson red. “You are gorgeous” the former soccer star whispered back, kissing her way up to the girl’s lips, letting her own crash on them, moving fast. Her tonge begged for entrance to her mouth. Her black fingernails moved down to the girl’s pants, undoing the button slowly, and ghosting inside them, sensing her over her panties, finding the wet spot immediately, moaning at the feeling, knowing she had done that to her. She moved her fingertips slowly, teasingly and broke appart from her mouth, looking at Imogen “Tell me if you want me to stop” she breathed out, before kissing the brown eyed girl’s neck, nibbing on the tan skin, leaving a dark mark on it, Katie smiled to herself “Now we are even” Katie joked, chewing down her lower lip.
"No, I’m fine, really. I play roller derby for fun, so it’s really nothing. Accidents happen."
"Roller derby? Sounds dangerous but really fun. Either way, I’m Katie, pleased to meet you… stranger."
Is that so? I’ve got hands, Katie, I’m pretty good at using them. Shirtless Katie? Whoa, commando? Is it my birthday? Yes, our kids. Because I’m sure as hell not getting anyone else pregnant. You’re stuck with me, Matlin, I hate to break it to you. You totally seduced me, you were the one who made me yell penis. I couldn’t do anything else but let it happen.
Not as good as I am using mine, of course. You know that. Only if you behave, whatsoever. Maybe you won’t even get shirtless Katie. You really want to have kids with me? Oh, man! There is no escape, is there? Dammit, I guess all I can do now is love you forever. You seduced me, Martin. We both know that. With that naughty smile of yours and your sexual innuendos.
Katie. Geez. Keep it in your pants. I know it’s hard to not love me.
You are such an idiot, Martin.
Oh my lips? Am I that addicting?
You have no idea, Torres.
I got my acceptance letter from UCLA today.
What? Wait, Drew, really? You’re moving to Cali?
And why would I say that, Mrs. Martin?
Don’t pretend you don’t want to, Mr. Martin.