Chapter 6

The sensation in my clit was almost painful. It seemed to waver on the point of readiness, occasionally pulsing with stimulation that promised to bring me back to the edge, but it didn’t last, and I groaned at the realization that after each pulse, I sank further back, away from the release I desperately needed.

Emma tormented me with occasional flicks of her tongue that promised glory, but gave me nothing but a fleeting flash. My heart was racing, and it didn’t slow down even during the frustration she inflicted on me.

When her tongue began to lap at my clit again, I whined, “Please, Emma! I need…” Her fingers pressed firmly to the wall of my sex, and she moved her hand.

My overworked clit took longer to make the climb than it had. The energy was slow to build. It seemed to be several minutes before the seemingly inexorable rise to my crest was underway. Emma had proven that it wasn’t inexorable, though. She was going to take it away from me again. I lifted my hips to press my sex to her mouth, and tried to will myself over the edge.

Except that she didn’t, and suddenly I was there, and couldn’t have prevented the outcome if my life depended on it, and Emma couldn’t have slowed it down, but she didn’t even try. Instead, she flicked her tongue against my clit rapidly, her fingers pressing hard against the inner wall, and my whole body convulsed as my frustrated clit wreaked vengeance on the forces that held it back.

I tried to moan, but I didn’t seem to be breathing, and the sound stopped in my throat. Several waves of pleasure so sharp that it seemed on the edge of pain broke within me before I could exhale. Then, suddenly free, I panted for breath, pulses of intense feeling still washing into me, gradually becoming more manageable.

Emma continued to caress my clit with her tongue, even after my climax had subsided. My body should have been settling back to normal, but holding off my crest as long as she had seemed to have confused it, and her tongue against my clit continued to excite me. There was no urgent need now, just pleasure that wasn’t diminishing.

In fact it seemed to be growing. Then I gasped in surprise as I felt myself suddenly climbing. My back arched as my clit’s sensitivity rekindled, and I recognized the unstoppable force of an orgasm bearing down on me. “Oh God…” I cried out as my clit erupted in pleasure, and another climax ripped through me.

Still, Emma didn’t quit, and again, the pleasure her tongue and fingers induced barely dwindled, my whole body alive with the after-effects of pleasure, when I felt myself rising to another crest.

I climaxed again, my body seeming to dissolve in pleasure as I lost control, my moans soft with each gasping breath.

After this third crest, I felt my overstimulated clit finally begin to lose its extreme sensitivity. Emma seemed to sense this. When she realized she wasn’t going to lure me into a fourth, she lifted her face, before crawling back up the bed and collapsing onto me, her head resting on my shoulder, apparently as exhausted as I was.

I ran my hands over her back and squeezed her butt. “You’re a jerk,” I whispered.

“Hmm? What do you mean?” she said.

“You tormented me for such a long time! That was so unfair,” I said.

She laughed. I felt her boobs quiver against my chest, just below mine.

“Maybe I should talk to Margot after all,” I said. “Maybe she wouldn’t torture me.”

She laughed again. “Wasn’t it worth it?”

I slapped her butt. “That’s beside the point! You were mean! I thought my head was going to explode!” After a moment, I added, “The explosions that did happen were quite good, though.”

She lifted her head at that, and I looked down, seeing an amused look on her face. Below, her breasts were just below mine. “Quite good?”

“I can’t tell you how good it was, or you’ll torment me again next time,” I said.

She lay her head on my shoulder again. “I told you, I’m a master of edging.”

“Even so,” I murmured, “I can’t believe I came back-to-back like that. Three times! God!”

“We’ll try for five next time,” she said, and I shivered.

This time I didn’t go back to my room. Neither of us suggested it. In the morning, I woke up beside Emma, and as I studied her sleeping face, I realized that that’s where I wanted to be. I was emotionally invested now, for sure.

I’d thought I was in love with Cam a couple of years ago. Maybe I had been, but I now realized that I hadn’t for quite some time. The loss had been masked by habit and by continuing to sleep together. If I were to fall in love again, it wouldn’t be a rebound, because I had nothing to rebound from.

And I wasn’t in love with Emma. But for the first time, I realized that it had become a possibility. Such a thing would have been alien to me just a few days earlier. Now it seemed natural. My affection for her was real, and becoming internalized, rather than something I realized occasionally when I looked at her. My comfort with her company was growing. Love seemed like it might become a natural consequence now, and that didn’t scare me.

If I were to fall, would Emma? Could she? Did she see me as just the straight girl she could lead astray, or as someone she could have feelings for when the shiny new relationship lost its sparkle of uniqueness? Having sex with her had been amazing from my point of view, but was it from hers? I had no idea how well what we had would measure up to her much more extensive experience.

We hadn’t dated. We knew each other casually, were comfortable around each other, and liked each other, but we really didn’t know how compatible we were out of bed. I felt that so many things could go wrong before we had a chance to see where our relationship could go.

I decided to make coffee before my run, so I eased myself off the futon, trying not to wake the girl beside me, then threw my tee shirt and panties back on and headed for the kitchen.

I must have not been as quiet as I thought. Emma came through to the kitchen before the water had started bubbling. “Hey,” she said, her voice rough with sleep.

“Hey yourself,” I said.

“Are you feeling better this morning?” she asked.

It took me a moment to remember how down I’d been the previous day after calling Cam. “Oh, yeah,” I said. I took a couple of cups from the cupboard. The coffee pot was spitting nicely. “Last night’s therapy session made all the difference.”

I wasn’t looking at her, but I heard the smile in her voice. “I’m glad,” she said. “Maybe we should have regular sessions to keep your spirits up.”

“Depends if you start charging for them,” I said. The machine was close enough to ready, so I took out the pot and poured two coffees. “I’m thinking about not going home after the semester.”

“Oh? Why’s that?” Emma asked. Then she added “Thanks,” as I set the coffee down for her.

“I don’t want to risk running into Cam. Mom might tell him when I plan to be around. I’ll go there for a weekend to surprise her, but then come back.”

“I might stay too,” Emma said, “if you’d be okay with it.”

“Of course I would,” I said.

We drank our coffee in companionable silence for a minute or two. Then I said, “Umm, there is one thing I’d like to ask.”

“What’s that, Tiff?”

“Do you… do you plan to still go to the club on Mondays?”

“I was planning to, yeah,” she said.

My heart fell. I had hoped she wouldn’t, but she did have her own needs. I supposed it was too much to think I could keep her satisfied.

“Okay,” I said, trying to avoid sounding too disappointed. “That’s okay. I just… wanted to be clear.”

She was watching me with that knowing smirk again. “Oh, Tiff, your face!” she said, after a moment.

“What about my face?” I asked, indignantly.

She smiled. “I want to go to the club with you,” she said. “You’ll enjoy it. There’s dancing, usually a live band, great people… drinking, but only soft drinks for you and me. They have to take the drinking age more seriously than other college bars. You and I have never gone out together, and it would be a good place for us to start dating.”

“You want me to come to a gay club?”

She grinned. “It’s an everything club. It isn’t exclusively gays and lesbians; it’s just more accepting than most places. I have friends there, and I’d like to introduce them to my girlfriend.”

My heart lurched again, but in the opposite direction. “Girlfriend?” I repeated.

Emma just watched me, her slight smile on her face.

“Yes,” I said. “I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”