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MAYA

I hadn’t felt so nervous going into sex since my first time as a teenager. That had felt like a lifetime ago; I’d learned so much about myself in that time. What I wanted, what I liked, what I didn’t like.

Unlike my first time, I wasn’t nervous that it would be good.

I also wasn’t nervous about having to navigate sex with a man—something I’d gone into at sixteen as if it was an item to check off a checklist—or my first time with a woman, something I’d gone into much less reluctantly when I was seventeen.

Instead, I was nervous because sex this time was with Theo. And with Theo came feelings. And I’d never had that wrapped up in sex before.

Theo approached me, an amused smile on her lips. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since the moment we met,” she said. “That hasn’t gone away.”

Butterflies went berserk in my stomach as she leaned down and pressed her lips to mine. This was the fourth time we’d kissed or almost kissed—not that I was counting—and it was different and new from the other times .

We were alone this time. Really alone. No crowd, no cameras, no party. Just us in a hotel room with the heat blasting to compete with the freezing cold temperatures outside.

Sex had always been about going through the motions for me. I was someone who understood the mission at hand and what we needed to do to get there. It was no-frills; I never wanted to drag it out longer than it needed to be.

But with Theo, I savored every second of it. When her hands found my face, pulling me in closer to deepen our kiss, I really thought I might stumble back like a lovestruck cartoon character. I leaned into her, using her to hold myself up so I didn’t fall on my ass.

We matched each other exactly. Our kisses were the same tempo. There was none of the tedious work of having to find a way that worked for the parties involved, making sure no one was making the kiss too wet or too dry or too forceful or too half-hearted.

When I opened my mouth and Theo followed my lead, I nearly moaned from need.

Theo had barely touched me, and I already knew I was soaking wet.

I’d been waiting for this exact moment with her for what felt like forever.

I’d been so, so incredibly patient. We both had, considering it’d been obvious how badly we’d both wanted each other from the very beginning.

I pushed her down onto the bed and straddled her, only for Theo to turn us over so I was underneath her.

I would be lying if I said it wasn’t a turn-on how swiftly she’d been able to do it; her muscles really were no joke.

There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that she probably could bench me if she really wanted to. Iris would be proud.

I moaned, squirming from the sensation of her lips against my neck. She trailed downwards from my neck to my ear, taking her time. When she slid her knee between my legs, I gasped and gripped onto her, my nails digging into her back.

“Oh, Theo .” We hadn’t taken a single item of clothing off between the two of us, and I was certain she could get me to finish right there.

Other than the occasional dream about Theo, I’d been uncharacteristically good for her.

I’d waited. I’d let myself sit with how badly I wanted her.

It turned out it was true that anticipation and being forced to wait did a hell of a lot for someone’s libido.

Theo snaked her hand under my shirt, gripping my hip, before trailing upwards. Her tongue slipped up my neck toward my ear, and my back arched.

I held her close to me as her fingers found my nipples. She squeezed the hardened mounds between her fingertips, taking her time with them. Her hands were gentle and firm at the same time—I wanted her to touch me forever.

“Get this off of me,” I said breathlessly and Theo sat up, peeling my shirt over my head effortlessly.

She pushed me back down into the pillows, and I let her continue on, wanting her to touch and kiss every single inch of my skin. She took her delicious time, as if we didn’t technically have a curfew and she didn’t have a roommate who was going to want to come back eventually .

Theo trailed kisses down from my lips to my breasts, moving her fingers over my nipples. I squeezed my legs to her torso, gently rocking against her for any kind of relief. The tension in me was a balloon that was ready to burst.

My pants were pulled away soon after, leaving me in only my underwear.

I was suddenly so grateful that I’d actually packed—and worn—the hot ones I had stuffed in my dresser.

I’d initially felt stupid for bringing something so sexy to what was literally a road trip to a college basketball game, but the stars had really aligned.

“Do you want me to eat you out?” she asked as she moved further down, kissing from the fullness of my breasts to the flat expanse of my stomach. Her voice was as smooth as honey, thick and slow with desire. I’d never understood the phrase talk me through it until now. I never wanted Theo to stop.

“Yes,” I begged breathlessly. “ Yes . Please.”

She kissed from my left hip to my right and then moved down, lower and lower.

She spread my legs and readjusted so her head was between them.

I looked at her—beautiful, perfect Theo—who looked back at me with so much lust in her eyes I was surprised she was able to wait even one more second to make me cum.

I gripped onto the sheets as she moved from my hips to my thighs.

She readjusted up toward the insides of my knees first, teasing me.

And then she inched her way back, moving patiently over my body.

As she got closer to the spot between the legs—the spot I was so desperate for her to touch—she traced her tongue over my upper thigh, sending a shockwave of pleasure to my core.

She only kissed my slit through my underwear at first but the feeling was enough to make me moan out desperately with zero concern for if the walls were thin.

I would’ve been embarrassed, but I wasn’t—anyone else in my position, with Theo McCall doing everything in her power to make sure I had the time of my life, would’ve reacted exactly the same way.

“Does that feel good?” Theo asked from between my thighs. I could tell from her tone that she wasn’t asking because she needed the confirmation. It was starting to look like smugness wasn’t just a court-specific trait for her.

I realized how naive I’d been to think that Theo was shyer than me, how I thought I’d have to tempt her into making the first move.

When we were standing in the bedroom and the two of us were looking at each other, I’d really thought I might need to hold her hand through this.

But Theo had just been playing coy the entire time.

She not only knew exactly what she was doing, but she was really fucking good at it, too.

I nodded desperately, and she moved my panties to the side.

She flicked her tongue just once against my clit, and then eased her way deeper between the lips of my pussy.

I was practically seeing stars from how turned on I was and how good it felt.

She followed every rhythm of my body—when I moved against her lips, when I moaned, when it felt so good that I couldn’t even get the words out of my mouth.

She logged it all mentally, just like how she told me she’d log her opponents during her basketball games. She knew what worked and what didn’t.

And when my orgasm was just about to crest, she pulled away—telling me she knew exactly what she was doing when she was reading me.

“Fuck,” I whimpered. Theo had reduced me to nothing but a mess of need and desire. Every cell in my body was humming Theo, Theo, Theo .

“We still have more time together,” she said. “I don’t want this to be over yet.”

She slipped my underwear out from under me and tossed it somewhere on the floor nearby.

When she dipped her face back between my legs, I immediately spiked back into nearly finishing.

I tried to think of anything I could to slow it down but it was impossible.

The steady rhythm of Theo’s tongue, the way she looked in the moon-soaked room, was overwhelming. I couldn’t fight it.

“Oh, Theo,” I cried out, pressing my hand to my mouth so I didn’t disturb the entire hotel.

My orgasm built up quickly, surging through me and leaving me with little regard for how I looked or sounded to Theo.

The stereotype that lesbians were good in bed was often true.

I’d had great one-night stands and usually a better track record of successfully finishing during them than what Iris or any of our other straight friends reported back.

But it wasn’t always true. There were people who completely missed the mark and never seemed to find the exact right places.

Even after a few times of fooling around with them, I’d still come up feeling the need to fake it or come up with an excuse to get out of being the receiver.

But with Theo, it was a completely different story.

Theo seemed to understand my body even better than I understood it. She was attentive, listening to my every breath and tuned into my every movement. I didn’t have to ask her to slow down or keep going because she could read my body before I had to say anything.

“Come here,” I panted, pulling her back up toward me. I kissed her deeply, trying to remember the last time I’d orgasmed like that with a partner—if I ever had. I’d seen stars; I’d accessed something new in my body that I’d never felt before.

She kissed me deeply, holding me close to her as she did so. When she dipped her face to my neck, placing gentle kisses back up toward my ear, my hunger for her started up all over again.

I arched my back, hoping she would be able to read that I was begging for more. I didn’t want to be greedy, but I also didn’t want the feeling to stop. My orgasm had only served to make me hornier, something I didn’t realize was possible.