Poker nights with the girls was a preferred past time for Carol and Abby but then like with everything else in her life, Harge happened. Carol still believes that in the heart of Abby’s heart, she hates her for putting an end to weekend nights at Jeanette’s, where there were no restrictions on them. Martinis on their tongues, room filled with cigarette smoke and laughter and their money getting the best use by being put on the table for some fairly innocent fun. Gone were the housewives, the daughter-in-laws, the sisters, the neighbours and all the other facades each of these women had no choice but to master, and together they played the night away as just women, nothing more and certainly nothing less. But the war ended, the husbands came back and so did the responsibilities, and they came back three fold, stubbing out their fun like the endless cigarettes they crushed in crystal ashtrays.
With Therese, Carol found that she could have all the fun she had dearly missed. It always surprised Carol how much she and Therese actually did share, whether it be a love for swing dancing or a penchant for poetry. Now was one of those excitingly surprising times, when Carol had found an old pack of cards and boasted about her skill, Therese had immediately caught her and quipped back about her own poker prowess, apparently Phil had taught her well. This quickly devolved into them moving their coffee table out of the way and settling down on the carpet, wine in hand and their clothes on the mercy of the hand being dealt to them and their own poker face.
“Shit!” Therese drew her arms around her bare knees and hit her forehead on top of them.
Carol had won with a three of a kind. Nothing too special but Therese had been banking on the fact that Carol was bluffing and had confidently thought she was going to get Carol’s blouse off. Now she sat in her bra and panties in contrast to Carol, who was still in her blouse and skirt and had only lost her jewellery, stockings and her bra (losing the bra from underneath her blouse was an early attempt to rile Therese up so she could easily get away with anything she did).
“Okay. What do you want?” Therese was already looking for a blanket to cover her soon shivering body. She didn’t catch the turn of Carol’s lips and the raise of her eyebrows before she suddenly reached her hand over and placed one finger on Therese’s knee. Therese froze immediately and stared straight into Carol’s eyes. With just one finger Carol slowly pushed Therese’s knees apart, her eyes never leaving Therese’s. Therese’s breath hitched and she exhaled shakingly as Carol started to lean forward, over the cards, and placed her finger right on the edge of her underwear.
“This goes off” Carol dragged her finger down the lace and to the edge of Therese’s lips.Therese’s brain went into overdrive under Carol’s gaze and she just stared blankly at Carol while desperately trying to control her breathing.
“You heard me.” Carol leant in further. “Take.” her finger then found Therese’s clit. “It” her finger roughly dragged down her lips, nails scraping her clit. “Off.” then she dragged her finger back up, smiling when she found the fabric getting wetter and wetter.
“Come over here and make me.” Therese nearly whispered but her voice was steady and demanding.
“Make you?” Carol let out a short laugh and crawled closer to settle between Therese’s legs. Her finger drew circles on Therese’s clit through her panties, her lips mere inches away from Therese’s, catching the warmth of the short pants Therese let out.
“How do I make you, Therese? tell me,” Carol spoke against Therese’s lips, she stared at them for a minute before bringing her gaze back to Therese’s. Her finger stopped at once and it earned a whimper out of Therese.
“Kiss me,” Therese brought her hand up to Carol’s cheek and pulled her into a kiss. It took no time for the kiss to get heated, tongues meeting the minute their lips did for the first time. Carol didn’t move further and with one arm holding herself up, Therese didn’t either.
Therese shifted her hand from Carol’s cheek to her hair and lightly tugged to direct Carol’s mouth to her neck. “Bite me,” Carol gently bit and tugged on porcelain skin then slowly soothed the skin with her lips and tongue, Therese’s groans got rougher. Therese was panting heavily, tightening her grip in Carol’s hair each time Carol sucked or nipped at her neck. She guided Carol by the hair to her collarbone and down her sternum where Carol continued her routine of tongue and teeth as ordered by Therese.
Her mind had seemed to have eluded her and all that she was aware of was Carol’ lips on the dip of her breasts, nipping and sucking occasionally. why isn’t she moving? Therese was getting impatient, worried that her wetness would soak through her panties and seep into the carpet if Carol continued this achingly slow pace. She brought her hand to the buckle of her own bra and quickly rid herself of it, then she grabbed Carol’s hand, the one which remained frozen over her clit and crushed it against her exposed breast.
“Touch me,” Therese breathed out. Carol moved forward to gently sway Therese onto her back and into the carpet, she hovered over her for a minute before attacking her lips and roughly kneading her breasts. Carol’s lips replaced her hands causing Therese to moan loud and long. One of her hands played with Therese’s hard nipple while Carol worked the other nipple with her tongue.
Therese felt like she was going crazy, whimpering and screaming for Carol but Carol wasn’t budging, she remained focused on the task Therese set her to and didn’t dare wander further. Her hand came to rest next to Therese’s hip and only then it hit her that Carol wasn’t going to give her the release she so desperately needed unless she obliged. Take. It. Off.
Therese pushed Carol off of herself and hooked the sides of her underwear, dragging them down as best she could. “Love me,” Therese whimpered, her hands only being able to nudge her underwear to the middle of her thigh. Without a missed beat, Carol nearly ripped Therese’s underwear off and placed Therese’s hands into her hair and around her shoulders. Pressing a quick flurry of kisses down Therese’s torso, Carol quickly reached her centre and ran her tongue flat against it. Therese was so deliciously wet and Carol was determined to lick up every single bit of her. She worked her regular pace, circling her clit then pressing it flat. Therese came quickly, with Carol running her tongue right up Therese’s opening and then suckling on her clit. Her thighs almost clasped shut around Carol’s head while she continued to lick as Therese rode out her orgasm. Therese collapsed like a lump, legs going limp and her arms loosely flung over her eyes.
“I think it’s safe to say I won,” Carol looked at her with her biggest, most loving grin on her face.
“Oh yeah you did,” Therese huffed, Carol laughed at her love and kissed her shoulder.
“How about I give the winner her award?” Therese peeked out from under her arms and grinned at Carol.
“Is this award perhaps in the bedroom?”
“Oh you can have this award wherever you feel like it.” Therese reached over to pull Carol into another kiss.