20. Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

“Oh god,” Lara squeaked out as Ollie traced her tongue luxuriously over her swollen wet arousal like she was going to fucking church. There were some rare moments in life that fell completely outside of the bounds of normality and into some other plane of time altogether, like floating right off this earth and into the divine. Somehow, finding herself not only let in through spiky Lara Bennett’s defences, but right here, between her splayed thighs, tasting her dripping wetness while she slowly writhed against Ollie’s lips, felt far beyond what anyone should be allowed to daydream about.

Watching Lara lose it for her had been heartstoppingly good, but now, Ollie found herself hoping that she’d be able to push her further. She couldn’t help but want to make Lara truly hunger for her, to see her have to fight for her release. Lara was tart and sweet and the sounds she was making made Ollie want to stay there forever. She swirled her tongue slowly, easing back in pressure, then licked her firmly, experimenting, feeling out what made Lara cry out and what let her catch her breath. And then, she simply didn’t stop .

Her hand slipped up to join her desperate enjoyment of Lara’s beautiful body, reaching up high to grasp the hard point of her soft full breast, listening to the moan that choked out of her as she let her fingers catch, grasp and squeeze, pinching slightly harder as Lara got slightly frantic.

Then, she let her fingers slip down into the wet heat, pulling back her mouth just enough to ask.

“Can I fuck you?” she asked, teasing Lara’s hot soaked entrance with her fingertips.

“ Mmhmm, ” was all Lara managed to gasp, pressing her thighs a little wider in hungry invitation and Ollie nearly died right there of anticipation.

“You want it?” she bit her lip, enjoying the frustrated buck of Lara’s hips.

“ Yes. ” The tone of her voice was as close to begging as she was pretty sure Lara would ever get. Ollie smiled. She slipped her fingers slowly inside, where Lara was burning like a wet inferno.

“ Fuck. ” She dragged her fingers back and then pushed them in firmly. Lara bucked her hips ravenously, her muscles clenching around Ollie’s fingers, a moan escaping her throat. “God,” Ollie gasped. “Lara, this fucking pussy. So sexy,” she swore, fucking her slowly with her fingers.

“Please,” Lara gritted out. “Your mouth-”

Ollie was pretty sure she was having an out of body experience, fingers deep inside Lara Bennett while Lara begged for her to lick her. She curled her fingers firmly and contracted hard at the cry Lara let out as her tongue slipped over her, swirling and teasing and revelling in her taste.

“Oh god ,” Lara was not going to be able to hold on much longer, Ollie could feel it. She smiled against Lara’s pussy and eased back to tease her some more. “ Ollie!” Lara was not having it, her hands grabbing the back of her head, fingers slipping around her jaw, pulling her in greedily. Ollie moaned in deep enjoyment. From Lara pretending not to even know her to desperately riding her mouth was too wonderful.

She pulled right back away from Lara’s body, fingers sliding out, listening to her cry out in agitation.

“Be good,” she warned her, enjoying the desperation in her face a little too much. Lara was too far gone to do anything but whimper helplessly. Ollie pressed Lara’s thighs as far open as they’d go, moaning a little at the sight. She bit her lip and watched her own fingers push slowly inside, sitting back and watching Lara’s whole body writhe in pleasure and need .

Then she leaned in again to taste her, knowing exactly now what moves to make to bring Lara all the way to the brink. Finding the pressure that set Lara off, bucking her hips with frantic need, she didn’t let go of her pace. The moan that hit her ears sounded wrenched from deep within Lara’s chest. Ollie pressed and rubbed her fingers inside her tight walls until she heard Lara’s breath suck in sharply and stop, and that’s where she stayed.

Ollie lost track of time, focussed so deeply on her work, on the sensory overload that was Lara Bennett that it felt like both joy and loss when suddenly Lara was clenching and spasming hard around her fingers. Her back arched ferociously, her hips flexing to get more of Ollie’s tongue on her, crying out at top volume. Ollie’s mouth was suddenly lapping an intense amount of moisture, Lara’s wetness slipping down her forearm. She licked Lara through it all, not letting up until Lara wrenched her hips back, her hand pushing at Ollie’s forehead to make her stop.

“ Lara, ” the name fell from Ollie’s mouth in her ecstatic shock, her lips just about spilling other words - pet names, praise to the gods - the intimacy of the moment catching her short. “Oh my god.” She sat up between Lara’s trembling thighs, holding up her hand and looking at the pornographic sight of Lara’s wetness dripping down all the way to her elbow. “You can squirt?” she breathed.

Lara’s hand shot out and grabbed her firmly by the back of the neck, pulling her down on top of her flushed shivering body. She didn’t stop trembling, Ollie holding her tight, letting her recover. Lara did not seem to be recovering .

“What did you just do to me?” she whispered shakily, shifting her legs and gasping at the sheer amount of wetness between her thighs.

“Lara.” Ollie pulled back to stare at her flushed, beautiful, extremely startled face. “If you thought I was smug before … I think I just made you ejaculate, ” she breathed in absolute wonder.

“Oh my god,” Lara managed, her thighs still trembling, her breath coming in gasps. “Please tell me that’s not true. You’re already so unbearable.”

Ollie laughed, tugging her up and slightly away from the absolute mess they’d just made of Lara’s sheets.

“I swear to god I thought that was a myth up until about two minutes ago.”

“Me too,” Lara looked wide-eyed, raw and vulnerable.

Ollie cupped her face and kissed her.

“How am I going to survive you?” she murmured. “You’re so hot I might die.”

Lara managed a small laugh even as she shivered.

“You’re not the one squirting ,” she bit her lip, shock still on her face. “Over Ollie Gabrielli of all people,” she tried for a dig but her eyes were too filled with awe for it to land.

Ollie laughed out loud and in barely a second Lara was kissing her hungrily. She could feel Lara’s smile against her mouth and she pulled her in harder, unable to get anywhere near enough of her, even with Lara’s bare skin flush against her own and her taste on her tongue.

“I’m going to have to change my tombstone epigraph,” Ollie started.

“Don’t say it-” Lara tried to wrestle her into a kiss to stop the words but Ollie lifted her head just out of reach.

“Here lies Viola Gabrielli,” she intoned seriously. “Once made Lara Bennett ejaculate. Officially deceased, 2024.”

“I’m sorry,” Lara was the one to dodge her smug kiss this time, “you only managed it once?”

Ollie sobered quickly.

“You’re very sweet and innocent,” she said darkly, “if you think you want to make dares like that with me. ”

They kissed for a long time. Ollie went into the kitchen and brought them in two glasses of water.

“After all,” she teased Lara, “you’re probably dehydrated after all that.”

Lara rolled her eyes, but gulped the water gratefully.

“How long has it been?” Ollie asked her curiously. “Not since… not like, since your husband died, right?” Lara shot her a look from the pillow next to her. Ollie remembered belatedly that not everyone talked about death as frankly as physicians did. “Shit, sorry,” she apologised. “Is that not okay to talk about?”

“It’s not that,” Lara said. “I just can’t tell what it means that you think I might not have had sex in literally eight years. Considering this whole town seems to think I’m fucking every other woman’s husband that walks by me.”

Ollie slipped to lie back down in the bed, her eyes on Lara.

“I don’t think either one of those things. I’m asking you, because I’m curious about you. But you can also tell me to fuck off. I’m nosy but I’m very resilient.”

Lara watched her for a beat. Then she put her glass aside and also slipped back down in the bed. She rolled on her side and faced Ollie .

“It’s been three years,” she said. “I didn’t touch anyone’s husband, but I did let Nate Kerr fuck me in the back of the mechanic’s shop once,” she revealed, her eyes glowing slightly. “ Some of the rumours are true.”

Ollie bit her lip.

“Why does that turn me on so much?” she asked wonderingly, her fingers slowly stroking down Lara’s bare arm as the image hit her mind, the intensely feminine Lara Bennett, getting thoroughly fucked surrounded in car parts and the scent of engine oil.

“Well,” Lara said, “you’re a sex freak, obviously.”

Ollie grinned.

“Mm.” She chose not to argue with that one, tonight. “Anyone else?”

“Hot labourer that was working for Sadie,” Lara told her. “The year before that. He was just passing through Ribbonwood. Jacked muscles,” she said and watched Ollie swallow. “Very pretty and quite dumb,” she added, a smile teasing her lips. “Just how I like them. How many degrees do you have again? ”

“It’s just the one,” Ollie said quickly. “And they let pretty much anyone into med school these days.” Lara smirked at her. Ollie kissed her thoroughly. “So you wouldn’t quite describe yourself as gay?” she asked as she pulled back, tracing her finger along Lara’s collarbones.

“I don’t know,” said Lara softly. “I guess it depends how you measure it. I like men’s bodies but even then I think I’m probably 70/30 in favour of women,” she revealed. “And I can’t imagine ever falling in love with a man.” Her eyes flicked quickly to Ollie and away again. “Actual encounters aren’t the only measure,” she pointed out evenly. “I’ve been aware of women my whole life.”

Ollie stroked her thumb down her cheek to the soft corner of her mouth, slightly mesmerised by hearing Lara Bennett talk about her feelings about lust and love. Then she stopped.

“Wait,” she said. Lara waited, a knowing look in her eye. “Three and four years ago,” she said, pointing at Lara. “Two hot and sweaty, semi-anonymous encounters with men. A few years before that, marriage. Anyone else in between?”

Lara smiled. She sat up, letting the sheets fall off their bodies, Ollie drinking in the sight of her nudity all over again. Then she reached over and slipped her fingers into the waistband of Ollie’s underwear and slowly dragged it down her legs. Ollie swallowed, hard, as she watched Lara lean over her.

“To answer your actual question,” she said, gazing down at her. “Yes. This is my first time with a woman right now. ”

“Lara,” she breathed out. “Holy shit.” Lara pressed up Ollie’s knees and sat herself neatly between them. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with-” Ollie started.

“I didn’t tell you that because I’m nervous,” Lara interrupted her, meeting her eyes with a glint of heat. “I told you that because you strike me as exactly the kind of smug, competitive jerk who’s about to come twice as hard, just from knowing that you’re the woman who got to have me first.”

With that she settled in and took Ollie in her mouth. Ollie’s eyes rolled back in her head in shocked desire as Lara licked her with immense sweetness. Oh god, she absolutely was that jerk. Flashes of the evening flooded back to her. Lara Bennett, shakily running her fingers over Ollie’s breasts, her eyes wide with desire. Lara Bennett coming in three seconds flat from Ollie’s soft strokes. Lara Bennett squirting the first time a woman went down on her. Lara Bennett, right now, her tongue buried in pussy for the first time. Ollie moaned at the sensation, Lara’s mouth both hungry and delicate.

Lara drew back a little and Ollie looked down. Between her thighs, Lara lifted her eyes to meet Ollie’s, her tongue slipping in to lick her as she did. Ollie gasped and she saw the satisfied smirk in Lara’s eyes as she held her gaze and swirled her tongue. Ollie moaned with quickly building desperation as she watched Lara eat her out, Lara watching her right back, little hums and moans of pleasure escaping her throat as she worked. It was by far the hottest sight Ollie had ever seen in her life. Was it performative? Sure. Lara knew how damn hot she was. But as she watched Lara’s eyes, burning into her with desire, a little intermittent frown of concentration as she tugged Ollie unstoppably closer to the edge she knew Lara was absolutely getting off on getting her off.

“Oh fuck, Lara,” she groaned. “Oh god yes please ,” she begged her as Lara hit a desperately good pattern, wet heat, hungry licks, little moans, blazing blue eyes. Ollie felt herself get dragged under, waves of heat rippling out through her body with every stroke of Lara’s tongue. She pressed helplessly up against that pretty mouth, her head falling back as pleasure wracked her, her cry coming out like an almost sob of delight. “Oh honey,” she gasped out as the spasms began to slow, “so good, ” she dragged Lara up to kiss her, tasting herself on Lara’s kiss and moaning all over again. “How are you this good?”

“I take it back,” Lara pressed her slightly slick face against Ollie’s neck, both of them breathing hard, “definitely 90/10.”

Ollie smiled broadly up at the ceiling, her arms encircling her old nemesis as her breathing slowly settled. The thought made her smile even wider as her post-orgasm goofiness set in.

“Can you imagine,” she said softly, “if we’d known this was going to happen back when we were seventeen?”

Lara stilled. She didn’t say anything, her face not moving from Ollie’s neck. Ollie stroked her hair back and a second later she felt a different kind of moisture, a couple of hot tears slipping silently down onto her chest. She shifted quickly to pull Lara in and hold her tighter.

“I’m sorry,” Ollie tried to backtrack. She’d hit some kind of high school era nerve and she wished she’d kept her damn mouth shut.

“No,” Lara whispered. “I just wish I’d known it back then too. I was just imagining,” she said, “if you had been my first. Instead of him .”

Ollie heard the stab of anger and pain in her voice as she said the words. She kept holding Lara tight, then dropped a kiss into her hair. She wanted to bring Lara back, to banish the memories that were still clearly hurting her in the here and now.

“Just think,” she murmured gently. “How cute would we have been?”

She felt a small smile against her throat. Lara’s rigidity loosened a little.

“So cute,” she said softly. “Your stupid little soccer outfit,” she remembered.

“You’d have been into it,” Ollie argued. “Sitting on the sidelines, waiting for me to score. ”

“Oh, so you could score after the game?” Lara leaned back, raising her eyebrows. Ollie grinned. “I’m not sure you remember how the 2000’s worked. That sounds like a teen Netflix show from like, this year.”

“That’s true,” Ollie kept stroking her spine. “Our version would have been a super closeted, confusing, extremely annoyed make-out session right after you’d said something mean to me in public and I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“Hm. Sniping at each other despite how much we want to make out. It’s lucky we’ve grown and matured so much since high school.”

Ollie laughed out loud as Lara arrived back on safe ground.

“Oh, she has insight now,” she teased, pulling her in to kiss her.

“In my defence,” Lara cocked her head, “you’re also extremely annoying.”

“The problem with this line of argument is that forever after I’m going to win it with just one word,” she said. “ Squirting.”

Lara’s mouth dropped open. She shoved her down onto her back, pressing Ollie down with her body like they were about to wrestle. Then she bent her head and kissed her, hard.

“Mm,” Ollie bit her lip, looking up at her. “That’ll teach me.”

Lara kissed her again and Ollie pressed her thigh up between Lara’s, making her gasp. Lara’s fingernails dug into her skin and desperation dragged them under all over again.