Post by Lori on Feb 1, 2017 4:00:41 GMT
More fun for them almost sounded like an understatement. It felt like so much more than that. Barely half way to the bathroom Carla still had a huge smile on her face, watching her girlfriend remove her own shirt. Even from the backside, Carla could see Candice's curves highlighted and the way she strutted with confidence completely - not a thing to hide. Looks never meant much to Carla outside of description purposes.But it was no secret that Candice was a looker. Her appearance on its own could attract someone, as Carla had seen for herself. A couple of high schoolers eyeing Candice, a few wandering eyes from guys and girls alike...while there were some physical aspects that Carla had realized she was attracted to as they spent more time together it was Candice's personality that shined.
Her eyes were completely glued to her girlfriend, not giving a care about the movie still playing in the living room or that it would be long done by the time they got out. No, this wasn't Carla's intention for inviting Candice over. Was it better? In its own way, absolutely. An actual excuse to be as close as possible to her girlfriend? She'd be crazy to turn that down! As Candice turned to look behind her, Carla was in the process of removing her own bra - similar to taking off a shirt, as she didn't feel like dealing with a hook earlier. Admittedly, Carla barely thought about her own body. She never focused on its good features or tried to show anything off. But to have Candice right there, eyeing her up and down, and the moments where her hands or lips would come in contact.... God, it felt so good. To have someone not only love her for who she was but to also feel like they worshipped her body was beyond any feeling Carla would have imagined in a relationship.
Except now she'd gotten into a completely different thought process. Love? Of course she'd thought about it. She'd never experienced it for herself, not this way, so she could only assume what it felt like. The constant and consistent feeling of happiness? The way her heart pounded with excitement when Candice was near her or did something? The butterflies that would always find a way in her stomach when they were flirting? The smile she could never seem to get rid of when Candice was with her? Carla had her suspicions; she was fairly certain. What else could it be, right? But then she'd think about Candice...she had so much more experience. Candice probably felt it before, she would know. It was so silly to question, in a way. Candice was loyal. When she was in something, it was for the long run. They wouldn't be together if there weren't a foreseeable future for them. But maybe Candice wasn't there yet. Maybe there was still someone out there.... Most of all, how cliche would it be to open her mouth? This was their last night together. The last thing - well, one of the last things - Carla wanted to do was open her mouth and come across as a clingy girlfriend in some way or get emotional. The two of them didn't do that, not unless it was to that kind of level.
Candice's voice brought Carla back to reality, to the woman standing in front of her. Carla recognized that tone by now; when Candice's voice got deep like that, she was very much turned on. She was in the moment and she had her focus solely on one thing. It was so hot. "I'm coming," she promised. As Candice walked into the bathroom, Carla stopped in her room only to grab a couple of towels from her open suitcase. While there, she took the opportunity to remove the rest of her clothing. Not that she was nervous in front of Candice - well, not anymore - but how much more would Candice enjoy it, seeing her girlfriend walk up to her with absolutely nothing to hide? Carla knew that as soon as she walked in and saw Candice standing there with the water running, that it was an amazing sight. This woman was standing there waiting for her. God, how did Carla get so lucky with her?
Placing the towels on the rack, she stepped over to her girlfriend; she leaned her chest into Candice's back and placed her hands on her girlfriend's waist. She placed a kiss on her cheek and then tilted her head so her lips were nearly against Candice's ear. "Waiting for me?"
Her eyes were completely glued to her girlfriend, not giving a care about the movie still playing in the living room or that it would be long done by the time they got out. No, this wasn't Carla's intention for inviting Candice over. Was it better? In its own way, absolutely. An actual excuse to be as close as possible to her girlfriend? She'd be crazy to turn that down! As Candice turned to look behind her, Carla was in the process of removing her own bra - similar to taking off a shirt, as she didn't feel like dealing with a hook earlier. Admittedly, Carla barely thought about her own body. She never focused on its good features or tried to show anything off. But to have Candice right there, eyeing her up and down, and the moments where her hands or lips would come in contact.... God, it felt so good. To have someone not only love her for who she was but to also feel like they worshipped her body was beyond any feeling Carla would have imagined in a relationship.
Except now she'd gotten into a completely different thought process. Love? Of course she'd thought about it. She'd never experienced it for herself, not this way, so she could only assume what it felt like. The constant and consistent feeling of happiness? The way her heart pounded with excitement when Candice was near her or did something? The butterflies that would always find a way in her stomach when they were flirting? The smile she could never seem to get rid of when Candice was with her? Carla had her suspicions; she was fairly certain. What else could it be, right? But then she'd think about Candice...she had so much more experience. Candice probably felt it before, she would know. It was so silly to question, in a way. Candice was loyal. When she was in something, it was for the long run. They wouldn't be together if there weren't a foreseeable future for them. But maybe Candice wasn't there yet. Maybe there was still someone out there.... Most of all, how cliche would it be to open her mouth? This was their last night together. The last thing - well, one of the last things - Carla wanted to do was open her mouth and come across as a clingy girlfriend in some way or get emotional. The two of them didn't do that, not unless it was to that kind of level.
Candice's voice brought Carla back to reality, to the woman standing in front of her. Carla recognized that tone by now; when Candice's voice got deep like that, she was very much turned on. She was in the moment and she had her focus solely on one thing. It was so hot. "I'm coming," she promised. As Candice walked into the bathroom, Carla stopped in her room only to grab a couple of towels from her open suitcase. While there, she took the opportunity to remove the rest of her clothing. Not that she was nervous in front of Candice - well, not anymore - but how much more would Candice enjoy it, seeing her girlfriend walk up to her with absolutely nothing to hide? Carla knew that as soon as she walked in and saw Candice standing there with the water running, that it was an amazing sight. This woman was standing there waiting for her. God, how did Carla get so lucky with her?
Placing the towels on the rack, she stepped over to her girlfriend; she leaned her chest into Candice's back and placed her hands on her girlfriend's waist. She placed a kiss on her cheek and then tilted her head so her lips were nearly against Candice's ear. "Waiting for me?"