The Warmest Color, Part Two

Stephanie Conover grumbled, hugging the covers tighter around her neck but whoever was shaking her wouldn’t stop. Finally, she opened her eyes and rolled over, seeing her step-sister Haylie smiling down at her.

“Why are you smiling?” Stephanie asked.

“School’s closed,” Haylie said.

“Then why are you waking me up?” Stephanie grumbled, ready to go back to sleep.

“My mom needs us to shovel the driveway,” the girl said, sitting on the side of the bed.

Stephanie squinted at her, then asked, “She asked you to do it, didn’t she? Not us?”

“Come on,” Haylie said, pouting, “are you really going to make me do it myself?”

“If you are my friend,” Stephanie said, groaning, “you’d just let me go back to sleep.”

“Please?” Haylie said, leaning closer, “you realize that Mom is going to work, right?”

“I figured that was why she wanted to driveway shoveled, yeah,” Stephanie said, sarcastically.

“And you realize we’ll be home alone, again?” Haylie asked, with a playful grin.

Stephanie thought about that for a second, what the girl was suggesting really sinking in. Throwing back the covers, she said, “Shit.”

“Thought that might get you up,” Haylie said, surprising Stephanie with a kiss.

The girl ran out of the room, and Stephanie was left to watch her go, her lips tingling from the briefest of kisses. As she got up and started dressing to shovel the driveway, she couldn’t help but get excited about what the day might have in store for them. A day without supervision and a new curiosity about the fairer sex could be a lot of fun for two young girls.

Dressed in jeans, boots, and a sweatshirt, she grabbed her coat and went to find Haylie. She found the girl at the kitchen table, slipping into her boots. Haylie looked up as Stephanie came into the kitchen, smiling.

“You sure got up in a hurry,” Haylie teased.

“Well, your mom really needs to get to work,” Stephanie said, blushing. She did get dressed kind of quick, which spoke volumes about what was on her mind.

“Yes, she does,” Haylie said, laughing.

“Shut up,” Stephanie said, laughing at her own expense.

With her boots on, Haylie stood up, and they went to the garage for some shovels. Stepping out of the warmth of the house, Stephanie had second thoughts. It was freezing in the garage, and she knew it would be even colder outside. She could hear the howling wind on the other side of the garage door and wished she had stayed in bed.

“This is going to suck,” Stephanie said, pulling one of the snow shovels off the wall and handing it to Haylie.

Haylie said, “Sounds like it.”

Stephanie grabbed a shovel for herself, then went back inside and out the kitchen door. The snow was about eight inches deep, and they’d have to shovel their way down the walkway just to get to the driveway. At least the house acted as a windbreak, keeping the worst of the wind off of them until they started on the driveway itself.

With two wide snow shovels and an extra pair of hands, they were making good time at clearing the snow. It was wet snow, which was a blessing. Stephanie hated shoveling powdery snow because the wind would catch it and throw it back in her face.

They were about halfway through shoveling the driveway when she felt eyes on her, and she turned to find Haylie looking at her. Raising her eyebrows questioningly, she said, “What?”

“You have a nice ass,” Haylie said, her breath pluming from her open mouth.

“What?!” Stephanie asked, snorting in surprise.

“You have a nice ass,” Haylie repeated, smiling at her.

“I heard you, but…” Stephanie said, laughing, “why are you looking at my ass, again?”

“I don’t know,” Haylie said, sheepishly, “I guess I never really took the time to look at it before. Just noticed you look good in those jeans.”

“Um, thanks,” Stephanie said, giving her friend a curious smile. She wondered what that was all about it.

Something the girl had said kind of stuck in her head and Stephanie realized, while she had had sex with Haylie, she had never really looked at her like that. Even last night, when they were naked and tangled on her bed, she really hadn’t taken the girl in. Not surprising really, since she hadn’t thought of women or girls like that before.

Blue is the Warmest Color had been an eye opener for her, introducing her to a whole lot of new ideas. New ideas she hadn’t had time to process last night.

She wondered if she looked at Haylie now, would the girl seem different. Then, she wondered if Haylie was thinking the same thing and that was why the girl had been checking her out. Her red cheeks had nothing to do with the cold as she heard the words ‘you have a nice ass’ repeat in her head, again. Not only had Haylie looked at her as more than just the girl she shared a room with, but admitted she found Stephanie’s posterior appealing.

As Haylie returned to work, Stephanie paused in her shoveling to take the girl in. She looked at the girl, same looked at her the way she looked at the One Direction poster on her wall. Stephanie had always thought Haylie was pretty, her non-sexual opinion of the girl, but now she took the time to see what she found attractive about her. She was a little surprised by how much there was to like about the girl.

Haylie had nice legs, Stephanie decided, remembering how they had looked and felt entwined with her own. She liked the way the girl’s ass looked in her jeans, too. She couldn’t tell much more about the girl’s body because she was wearing too many layers up top. If her memory served her right, the girl looked pretty good from the waist up, too.

Huh, Stephanie said, smiling, I’m attracted to Haylie.

After what happened last night, that shouldn’t surprise her, but it did. What they had done had been spur of the moment, inspired by watching ‘Blue is the Warmest Color’. It had been fun and exciting, had felt amazing, but she hadn’t let Haylie into her bed because she found the girl appealing. She was just a girl who was conveniently located in Stephanie’s room and willing to experiment. It could have been any girl.

Now, as she looked the girl up and down, she felt a twinge of desire for her. Not just any girl, but the girl shoveling the driveway with her. Not just any girl, but the girl she shared a room with, who she saw half to fully naked on a regular basis.

That thought made her blush, and she thought, things could get interesting and awkward in on our little room after last night.

Stephanie got back to shoveling snow before Haylie could feel her eyes on her. She did sneak a peak or two at the girl, thinking about Haylie’s wake-up this morning, the kiss, the hinted at a continuation of last night’s activities. Thinking about lying with the girl, again, got her heart rate up more than shoveling snow ever could. Suddenly, it didn’t seem as cold outside.

Grinning, Stephanie shoveled a little faster. The sooner she got this chore done, the sooner Haylie’s mother could leave for work, and they could have their fun. Haylie matched her pace, and they made short work of the last of the driveway.

Learning their snow shovels against the wall by the front porch, they went inside. They stepped out of their snow covered boots, leaving them by the door. In stocking feet, they went into the kitchen. Haylie’s mother saw them and smiled. She sat two mugs on the center island, pouring hot water into them. The mouth-watering aroma of hot chocolate filled the air, and the girls grinned as they retrieved their mugs. Sipping the delicious brew, they started to thaw out.

“Thanks, Sweetie,” Haylie’s mother said, giving her daughter ten bucks, a hug, and a kiss on the cheek.

Turning to Stephanie, the woman held out another ten and smiled. She looked like she wanted to give Stephanie a hug and a kiss, as well, but she hesitated, unsure of how Stephanie would react. They were still getting used to the stepmother/stepdaughter thing, and it got awkward at times. Stephanie knew the woman had genuine affection for her, a leftover from the days when Stephanie was just a friend of her daughter. Now that she had married her father, Stephanie felt like the woman wanted to get closer, just didn’t seem to know exactly how to do it.

Stephanie smiled at her and said, “I’ll take one of those, too, if you are offering.”

The woman visibly relaxed and smiled warmly at her, kissed her cheek and gave her a friendly squeeze. She said, “Thanks for helping Haylie.”

“No problem,” Stephanie said, accepting the money.

“You two are a life saver,” the woman said, looking out the window, “I can’t believe Steve is going to open the office. Who in there right mind is going to come out in this?”

“It’s ugly out there,” Haylie said, sipping her cocoa.

“I know,” her mother said, sighing. She straightened up and turned back to them, “I’m trusting you two not get into too much trouble.”

“Not too much,” Haylie said, grinning at her.

“Go get out of your wet clothes before you catch a cold,” the woman said.

Mugs of steaming cocoa in hand, the girls headed to their room. Setting hers on her bedside stand, Stephanie, slipped out of her coat, hanging it on her bedpost to dry. She was about to start undressing when she noticed Haylie wriggling out of her jeans. Remembering her thoughts in the driveway, her cheeks colored and she turned away.

Suddenly uncomfortable being undressed in front of the girl, she said, “Um, I’m going to grab a shower.”

Haylie stripped out of her sweatshirt, standing in just her bra and panties. She smiled at Stephanie, said, “Okay.”

God, she looks better than I remembered, Stephanie said, lost in all the soft skin on display. She had to shake herself to get her feet going. She really didn’t need a shower, just needed to get out of the room for a second. Just a little time to collect her thoughts and figure out what she was going to do about Haylie.

She stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Meeting her eyes in the mirror, she said, “What a mess.”

She stripped out of her wet clothes, then realized she hadn’t brought anything to change into. She’d have to wrap up in a towel, then change in front of Haylie. The idea of getting naked in front of the girl both excited and scared the hell out of her. Her thoughts were a twisted mess, had been ever since Haylie said she had a nice ass. On one hand, she was looking forward to having sex with Haylie, again, but on the other that off-handed compliment made her anxious. Her own budding attraction to the girl only made it more confusing.

As she got the water going in the shower, she wondered if Haylie was having these kind of thoughts. Probably not, because Stephanie hadn’t admitted she thought Haylie had a nice ass and great legs and a sexy stomach…

God, I have to stop this, Stephanie said, shaking her head as she got into the shower.

The hot water finished what the cocoa had started, and she finally felt warm, again. Sighing contentedly, she let the water run over her shoulders and down her back. It felt so delightful that she closed her eyes and just enjoyed the warm caress of the water. She finally found some peace from her thoughts.

There were a scrap and a thunk and Stephanie’s eyes sprang open as she recognized the sounds- the shower stall door opening and closing. She gasped at the sight of a very naked Haylie standing in front of her, grinning. Her hands came up to cover her breasts, and she gaped at her friend-cum-stepsister.

“What are you doing in here?” Stephanie said.

“You really need to lock the bathroom door,” Haylie said, laughing.

“Your mom-” Stephanie said, but Haylie cut her off.

“Left for work,” Haylie said.

“Still, what are you doing?” Stephanie asked, trying to maintain eye contact. It wasn’t easy with the girl so lovingly revealed before her.

“You were taking too long, so I thought I’d join you,” Haylie said, grinning at her.

“I’ve been in here like two minutes,” Stephanie said, shaking her head.

“Fine,” Haylie said, reaching out and moving Stephanie’s hands, “I wanted to see you naked.”

“Oh,” Stephanie said, her heart racing in her breast, “Really?”

“Um, yeah,” Haylie said, chewing on her lip nervously. She met Stephanie’s eyes, then said, “Out on the driveway… I realized something.”

“What?” Stephanie asked, holding her breath. If the girl said what she thought she was going to say… Honestly, Stephanie didn’t know what she would do.

“That I had never really looked at you… like that,” Haylie said, rubbing the back of her neck, “even when we were in bed together last night.”

Stephanie knew exactly what the girl meant, had thought the same thing when they were shoveling snow. She nodded, still not breathing.

“So I looked,” Haylie said, smiling at her.

Stephanie had to let out her pent up breath to draw another one and said in a rush of words that caught her and Haylie off guard, “I think you have a nice ass, too.”

“Um, thanks,” Haylie said, giving her a funny look.

Blushing, Stephanie said, “You said it and I didn’t and… I’m just rambling because I’m suddenly nervous about sharing a room with you.”

“Sharing a room with me? Why?” Haylie asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Um, I… Well, you said you never looked at me… Like that. Well, I had the same thought, too. So, I looked and… I liked what I saw,” Stephanie said, her face on fire.

“What’s that have to do with us sharing a room?” Haylie asked, then her eyes got big, and she started smiling, “you think it’ll be awkward because we are attracted to each other?”

And there you have it, folks, Stephanie thought, her heart racing in her breast. The girl had just confirmed what she had suspected, that Haylie found her appealing, too. Her thoughts were a confused mess. She was excited that the girl liked her, too, but really wished Haylie didn’t. Things were much less complicated before they found the DVD.

Stephanie nodded, swallowed hard to so she could manage to say, “Yeah.”

“I don’t think it’ll be awkward,” Haylie said, moving against Stephanie and wrapping her arms around Stephanie’s neck, “I think having a roommate is going to a lot more fun, now.”

Then the girl kissed Stephanie. It was a deep, lingering kiss that left her toes curled and thinking maybe having a girl who was sexually attracted to her as a roommate wouldn’t be all that bad. Especially, if she kept kissing her like this.

“Maybe it won’t be so bad,” Stephanie husked, when Haylie finally pulled back to smile at her.

Haylie reached past her and picked up the bottle of body wash Stephanie used. Stephanie looked at the bottle in the girl’s hand, wondering what she was doing. Haylie didn’t use the same soap she did. She thought for a second the girl had grabbed the wrong bottle by accident, then Haylie snapped the cap open and poured a puddle of the blue liquid into her palm. Closing the lid, she handed the bottle to Stephanie to put up, then started working the soap into a lather between her hands. Stephanie frowned, wondering if the girl was going to use her soap instead of her own for some reason. It wasn’t until the girl’s slippery hands fell on Stephanie’s stomach, that she realized the girl’s intentions.

Stephanie’s heart started knocking around her chest at the thought of Haylie soaping her up, her hands running all over her. When that thought became a reality, she felt herself beginning to respond to the girl’s touch. Haylie was taking her time, a smile on her face as she explored Stephanie’s naked body. That smile only made Stephanie more excited because she thought the girl was enjoying this, liked the way she felt under her fingertips.

Heat spread between her thighs and her nipples strained skyward as the girl’s caresses turned her on. Soft sighs of enjoyment slipped past her parted lips, and her body began to move on its own. Haylie met her eyes, grinning when she saw she had Stephanie a horny mess. Haylie soaped up one of Stephanie’s legs, running her hands down them and making Stephanie shiver with need. Starting with the ankle of Stephanie’s other leg, Haylie worked her way up, her touch sensual and teasing. The girl glanced up at Stephanie as her hands passed her knee and Stephanie forgot to breath when she saw the playful look in her eye.

Haylie ran out of leg, but her hand didn’t stop moving, slipping between Stephanie’s thighs to massage her girlhood. Biting her lip, Stephanie moaned as Haylie’s fingers sent shivers of pleasure working through her body. When her touch lingered, Stephanie realized the girl wasn’t just being thorough in cleaning down there. Stephanie met her eyes, and Haylie smile turned up even more.

Stephanie put her arms around Haylie’s neck, holding on as the girl’s fingers did beautiful things to her young body. Her hips were moving against the girl’s hand, and her soft moans of enjoyment filled the shower stall. The hissing water couldn’t drown out her growing excitement anymore. Her fingers dug into Haylie’s shoulder as her nerve ending started singing and she buried her face in the crook of the girl’s neck.

“God, that feels so good, Haylie,” Stephanie moaned, kissing her stepsisters neck. Lifting her head, she kissed the girl, eagerly. Haylie kissed her back, her fingers never stopping their lovely circles. Her legs were a little shaky, and she had to cling to the girl for support as her body went crazy. She had to break the kiss, a cry of ecstasy ripping from her.

She buried her face in Haylie’s neck again as she felt the first stirrings of an orgasm. Her muscles tensed in anticipation of that explosion of pleasure. The little sounds of enjoyment she had been making became urgent, and she couldn’t hold them in. Luckily, she didn’t need to.

“Haylie,” she cried, her body locking up. She almost went to her knees as an orgasm rocked her, but her arms around Haylie’s neck and the girl’s arms around her kept her on her feet. As her whole body trembled, she clung to the girl. She sighed as the endorphins flooded her bloodstream and she felt as light as a feather. The hot water on her back, the feel of Haylie’s soft body pressed against her own, the lovely feelings washing through her young body… Stephanie didn’t want to let go.

Finally, she pulled back to kiss the girl, say, “Mmm, maybe you are right. Maybe we should tell Dad not to rush on getting us separate rooms.”

Laughing, Haylie turned Stephanie into the spray of water, letting the soap sluice off her, “I don’t know about that. I still need my own room. That doesn’t mean I won’t come visit you in the middle of the night.”

“Oh my,” Stephanie said, a little surprised by how much she liked the idea. How comfortable she was getting with being intimate with Haylie and how fast their relationship had changed was a bit of a shock. She had to remind herself it had only been yesterday that the girl had been nothing more than a friend/stepsister. It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours, yet.

Still, she couldn’t deny her blossoming desire for the girl, nor that she was eager to explore that desire some more. It was more than that, though. As Stephanie changed spots with the girl, letting her get under the water, she took the time to admire the naked girl. Finding her very appealing now, Stephanie wondered how she had never noticed how cute the girl was before. She looked so lovely with the water streaming down her body.

Jesus, Blue is the Warmest Color did a number on me, Stephanie thought, stilling looking at the girl, on us.

Haylie noticed her staring at her and asked, “What?”

“Um, nothing,” Stephanie said, then changed her mind, “you look… I think you are hot.”

Grinning, Haylie said, “I know. I think you are hot, too.”

“You know?” Stephanie parroted, raising her eyebrows.

“I saw you looking,” Haylie said, her grin becoming playful, “I like the way you look at me, now.”

Blushing, Stephanie looked away. Her eyes fell on the bottle of Haylie’s body wash, and her heart started racing. Her hand was shaking a little as she picked up the bottle. When she looked at Haylie, the girl’s eyes were bright with excitement. Stephanie opened the soap, pouring a generous amount of the fragrant liquid into her palm. Handing the soap to Haylie to put up, Stephanie worked the puddle into a lather.

Stephanie ran her hands up the girl’s arms, over her shoulders, then down to cup Haylie’s breasts. She smiled when she felt the girl’s nipples stiffen under her hand, and she took a minute to torture a moan from the girl’s slack mouth. Her hands slipped lower, and she loved the feel of Haylie’s taut belly under her fingertips. The girl’s breathing got funny the closer Stephanie got to her girlhood, and she knew Haylie was getting turned on. She made the girl wait, though, soaping up her long legs first, instead.

She smiled at the girl, finally letting her soapy fingers slip into the junction of Haylie’s thighs. She turned the girl into the spray of water, letting the soap sluice from her body. Stephanie pressed against the girl’s back, her hand slipping back between the girl’s legs. Haylie moaned thickly as Stephanie teased her bud.

Running her free hand over the girl’s taut stomach and up to cup one of Haylie’s small breasts, Stephanie thrilled to the feel of the girl’s soft skin under her fingertips. She found herself getting horny again as she explored her friend. It didn’t help when Haylie’s hips began to move against her hand, rubbing deliciously against Stephanie’s lower abdomen in the process.

As Haylie’s little wordless sounds of enjoyment began to fill the shower stall and her hips gyrated faster against Stephanie’s hand as she grew more and more excited, Stephanie started pushing her hips forward, grinding against the girl’s buttocks. Haylie twisted her body so she could look at Stephanie, must have seen something on Stephanie’s face because she started pushing back into Stephanie’s thrusts. The lovely collision of their bodies sent shock waves of pleasure through Stephanie, and her moans and sighs joined Haylie’s in the steamy air. Stephanie grabbed Haylie’s hip, pulling the girl back into her eagerly.

“Oh God, I’m going to come,” Haylie said, her cries becoming urgent.

Stephanie wanted to come, too, but she wasn’t there, yet. Still, she focused on finishing her friend off, her fingers a blur between the girl’s thighs. The girl had made her feel amazing, and she wanted to do the same for her. She could almost feel the tension gathering in Haylie’s body, and it was kind of exciting to know the girl was going to climax because of her. It quickened her own orgasm, and she ground against the girl’s soft, but firm backside faster.

Haylie came hard, putting her hands against the front wall of the shower stall for support. She jerked and gasped as Stephanie didn’t stop rubbing against her. Stephanie slowed but didn’t stop teasing the girl’s bud, didn’t let her recover from her orgasm. As her own body began to strain toward release, Stephanie felt Haylie start to come, again.

This time, they came together, a handful of heartbeats separating their cries of ecstasy. Stephanie hugged the girl close, and Haylie snuggled back into her. They stayed like that as they drifted down from their orgasms, basking in the lovely feelings coursing through their young bodies.

After a moment, Haylie turned into Stephanie, wrapping her arms around Stephanie’s neck. She smiled playfully at her, said, “That’s how you should start a day.”

Returning the smile, Stephanie said, “I think our parents might notice if we started showering together.”

“Probably,” Haylie said, kissing her, “it’s a shame, too. I like you all wet and soapy.”

“I like you wet and soapy, too,” Stephanie said, letting her hands roam over Stephanie’s back and buttocks, “but I think we should get out. The water is starting to get cold, we’ve been in here so long.”

“Continue this in your bed?” Haylie asked, her smile becoming playful, “Or mine?”

“How about some breakfast first?” Stephanie asked, laughing.

“I guess,” Haylie said, with a fake heavy sigh.

“Good, I’m starving,” Stephanie said, then pulled Haylie against her, “we can figure out whose bed we are going to fool around in after we eat.”

Grinning, Haylie cut off the water and the girls spilled out of the stall onto the bath mat. Stephanie saw Haylie had taken the time to lay out a towel before joining her. Haylie climbing in the shower with her hadn’t been completely spur of the moment; the girl had put some thought into it. That made her smile for some reason.

She handed the girl her towel, then grabbed her own and started drying off. When she was finished, she wrapped her towel around her, tucking the bitter ends between her breasts. She began to walk away, but Haylie caught the towel, stripping it off of her. Stephanie whirled around in time to see her towel arcing through the air in the direction of the dirty clothes hamper.

“Hey,” Stephanie said, giving her a playful dirty look.

“No clothes,” Haylie said, tossing her own towel in the hamper.

“What do you mean?” Stephanie asked, raising her eyebrows.

“We are all alone,” Haylie said, winking at her, “so, clothing is optional. And by optional, I mean not an option.”

“We are just going to run around the house naked, huh?” Stephanie teased, even though she kind of liked the idea. Who didn’t like running around the house naked?

“That’s the plan,” Haylie said, pointing at the door, “let’s go get some breakfast.”

Laughing, Stephanie followed Haylie out of the bathroom, down the hall and into the kitchen. She’d be lying if she said it wasn’t kind of exciting, walking around in the buff. There wasn’t really much chance of them getting caught, Haylie’s mother not likely to be home before five. Still, not much chance was still a chance, which made being naked thrilling.

“We better hope Steve doesn’t decide to close up shop early,” Stephanie said.

Giggling, Haylie said, “Yeah. We need Mom to stay at work as long as possible.”

In the kitchen, Stephanie grabbed a box of frozen waffles from the fridge, holding it so Haylie could see it. The girl nodded, so Stephanie put enough in the toaster for the both of them. While they cooked, Stephanie got some plates out of the cabinet, setting them on the table. Turning around, she saw Haylie with orange juice and some syrup for the waffles.

Teamwork makes the dream work, Stephanie thought, getting some forks out of the silverware drawer. When the waffles popped up, she hot-potatoed them onto the plates, blowing on her fingers.

“Hot?” Haylie asked, amused.

“A little bit,” Stephanie said, laughing.

“Well, don’t burn your fingers,” Haylie teased, grinning at her, “you’ll ruin your love life.”

Stephanie laughed and shook her head. Haylie loved to tease her about the time she caught her playing with herself, always told her to be careful not to her hurt her fingers or it would ruin her love life. Suddenly, the shower a few minutes ago popped into her head, and she shot back at the girl, “You mean, your love life.”

Snorting in surprise, Haylie laughed. She favored Stephanie with a playful smile, said, “Definitely don’t burn your fingers, then.”

Stephanie sat down at the kitchen table, gasping as the cold wood of the chair met her bare backside and thighs. She heard a second gasp as Haylie sat down across from her. Meeting the girl’s eyes, she gave her a sympathetic smile.

“So, what sort of trouble are we going to get into?” Haylie asked, pouring some syrup onto her waffles.

“You mean other than running around the house naked?” Stephanie asked, taking the bottle from her and dowsing her own waffles.

“Of course,” Haylie said, grinning at her.

“I don’t know,” Stephanie said, then perked up, “we could watch the rest of ‘Blue is the Warmest Color.”

Haylie popped some waffle into her mouth and shook her head, “I saw the red Netflix envelope in Mom’s hand this morning. I think she took it back.”

“Shit,” Stephanie said, disappointed. She kind of wanted to know if everything worked out for Adele and Emma. They were so cute together, so she hoped they did. Then she wondered why she was so invested in a made up couple, anyway. She guessed it spoke to the quality of the romance that she cared so much about it.

“Do you think Mom knew it was a lesbian movie when she rented it?” Haylie asked, out of the blue.

“I, well… I assume she read the description on Netflix, so yeah,” Stephanie said, looking at her friend, “why?”

“I don’t know,” Haylie said, pushing a bit of waffle around her plate with her fork, “just something I thought about last night. It is kind of an odd choice, right?”

“Odd choice?” Stephanie asked, wondering what the girl was getting at.

Blushing, Haylie said, “It just seems like a movie you’d rent if you were…”

“Ah,” Stephanie said, then grinned at the girl, “I don’t think your mom is gay. You wouldn’t be here, if she were. That and she probably would have married Ms. Hinkley down the street instead of my father.”

“I know,” Haylie said, laughing, “it still seems an odd choice of movies.”

“Maybe it was kismet,” Stephanie said.

“Kiss who?” Haylie asked, taking a bite of her waffle.

“Kismet,” Stephanie said, laughing, “it means fate.”

“Why not just say fate, then?” Haylie asked.

“Because it doesn’t hurt to have a vocabulary,” Stephanie said, drawing a dirty look from Haylie.

Haylie gave Stephanie a weighing look, then asked, “How do you figure fate or kismet had anything to do with my mother renting ‘Blue is the Warmest Color’?”

“Well,” Stephanie said, sipping her orange juice, “a lot of things had to line up just right for last night to happen. A freak snow storm, my dad being out of town, so we were left home alone, your mom renting a lesbian-friendly movie, both of our curiosities being piqued by the movie… Any one of those things happened differently, and we might not have done it.”

“Huh,” Haylie said, then laughed, “I don’t know if that’s fate or just pure dumb luck.”

“Sometimes dumb luck is the best kind,” Stephanie said, smiling as she leaned across the table. Haylie leaned in, and they kissed over their breakfast, a sweet kiss made even more saccharine by the maple syrup. It lingered, deepened as they forgot about their breakfast.

Eventually, Stephanie pulled back to say, “Hurry up and eat.”

“Right,” Haylie husked, finishing the last of her waffle in one bite, her cheeks bulging out.

Laughing, Stephanie did same, grabbed her glass and ran down the hallway to her bedroom. Haylie was right behind her, and they sort of looked at each as they tried to swallow their food, chewing hard. It was the most awkward thing Stephanie had ever seen, and she had to be careful not to choke on her waffle she was laughing so hard. She had to look away from Haylie so she could manage to swallow.

“Well, that was sexy,” Stephanie said, her face red.

Haylie took a drink of her orange juice, then sat it on her nightstand. She took Stephanie’s too, setting in next to hers. Haylie moved against Stephanie, wrapping her arms around Stephanie’s neck and kissing her.

“Better?” Haylie asked, her body still pressed against Stephanie.

“Much,” Stephanie said, smiling at her.

“You taste like syrup,” Haylie said, kissing her, again.

“So do you,” Stephanie said.

“Mm, I like syrup,” Haylie said, playfully.

“I like kissing you,” Stephanie said, getting a shiver of excitement when Haylie’s smile widened.

“Those aren’t the same things,” Haylie teased.

“Both are sweet, though,” Stephanie said, kissing the girl. When the girl started to respond, Stephanie knew the talking was over. She toppled them onto Haylie’s bed, and they ended up in a tangled mess, giggling.

“I guess that answers that question,” Haylie said, grinning at Stephanie.

“What question?” Stephanie asked.

“Your bed or mine,” Haylie said.

Laughing, Stephanie asked, “Do you still want to be Emma?”

“I did last night, but I think… Maybe we could try something new,” Haylie said, meeting Stephanie’s eyes.

“Something new?” Stephanie asked, her curiosity piqued, “Do we know anything else to try?”

Grinning sheepishly, Haylie said, “Um, no.”

“So you just want to Google how to have lesbian sex?” Stephanie teased, making the girl blush.

“There’s an idea,” Haylie said, laughing, “or we could just figure out what feels good. I think we have a pretty good idea of where to start after last night.”

“I guess we could do that,” Stephanie said, giving Haylie a quick kiss, “if we can’t figure it out, we’ll just ask Cortana.”

Laughing, Haylie asked, “Do you think people actually ask ‘Hey Cortana. How do you have lesbian sex’?”

“Probably,” Stephanie said, shaking her head, “poor Cortana. Who knows what the poor girl gets asked to find?”

“Well, I hope we can figure it out,” Haylie said, with a playful grin, “I don’t want to make our computer blush.”

“Oh God,” Stephanie said, laughing, “we couldn’t use our computer, anyway. Dad installed a bunch of monitoring software on it. We’d have to use the computer in his study or your mom’s.”

“You want to look up lesbian sex on your dad’s computer?” Haylie asked, dubiously.

“Or your mom’s computer,” Stephanie said, snorting, “maybe we should just figure it out ourselves.”

“Yeah,” Haylie agreed.

Stephanie rolled Haylie onto her back, moving atop her. She saw the excited curiosity in the girl’s eyes, could see Haylie wondering what Stephanie was going to do next. That anticipation was sexy as hell, and it made Stephanie want to surprise the girl, to discover something new to turn the girl on. It made her brave.

Brave or not, she still didn’t know what to do beyond what she saw Emma and Adele do on ‘Blue is the Warmest Color’ and random tidbits she had picked up about sex at school. The problem with what she learned at school was that it was what to do to a boy. Since Haylie was missing one key part of anatomy, she was at a loss.

I should have let Haylie go first, Stephanie thought. The girl was looking up at her expectantly, and she didn’t know what else to do, so she kissed her.

Stephanie nuzzled Haylie’s neck, something she had seen in a movie. Haylie giggled and sighed as Stephanie pressed her lips to the girl’s neck, then shivered as Stephanie kissed her just behind the ear. Grinning, Stephanie thought, I think I found a sensitive spot. Or maybe ticklish. I wonder where else I can kiss to make Haylie make that sound, again.

With a plan, of sorts, Stephanie explored her friend’s body with her lips and tongue, her hands. She quickly learned the noises Haylie made when she found a good spot. Haylie had a few of them, including some Stephanie hadn’t expected. Like the back of the girl’s knee, the insides of her thighs. When Stephanie brushed her lips against the baby fine hairs on the insides of Haylie’s thighs, her friend bit her lip and sighed, her body moving on its own.

Stephanie took her time, getting to know Haylie’s body. While she had come to the realization that she was attracted to Haylie, she hadn’t figured out just what she liked about her. As she explored the girl’s body, she found there was a lot to like about Haylie. She loved Haylie’s soft skin, so warm and smooth under her fingertips. She loved Haylie’s taut belly, especially the way her muscles tensed right before her lips brushed against it. Haylie’s small, proud breasts were soft and pliant, their pink nipples stiffening as the girl became excited by Stephanie’s touch. She liked the way the girl’s back arched as she teased them with her lips, then her tongue.

She had learned a lot about what she liked about Haylie and learned even more about what turned the girl on. The problem was, she had made them both a horny mess in the process and hadn’t figured out a new way of…well, doing it.

Out of nowhere, she thought about her cousin Tammy. It was an odd time to think about the preachy, holier than thou, my-shit-don’t-stink girl. Having found Jesus, she didn’t hesitate to point out everyone else’s shortcomings. The girl was saving herself for marriage… Sort of. Tammy had this half-baked theory that if there was no vaginal penetration, she was still a virgin in God’s eyes. Never mind that she and her boyfriend had tried just about everything else in the book, including some stuff that got Sodom razed by God.

One thing Tammy told Stephanie about popped into her head, something the girl had called dry sex. The way Stephanie understood it, it was sex without insertion. Tammy and her boyfriend just sort of…rubbed together. Her cousin swore it worked, and Stephanie hadn’t cared enough to question her. Which hadn’t stopped Tammy from sharing way too much information about her sex life. Way, way too much.

Again, Stephanie wondered why her mind wanted to turn to Tammy. The hypocritical girl was the last thing she wanted to think about in a sexy moment like this. Then, she blinked in surprise, realizing what it had been trying to tell her. Tammy had gone on and on about the different ways she had had dry sex, naming off positions and describing them in enough graphic detail to make Stephanie cringe.

If those positions worked for Tammy and her boyfriend, Stephanie thought, suddenly getting excited, they’d probably work Haylie and me, too. Actually, I think we technically already had dry sex last night.

Stephanie moved between Haylie’s spread legs, laying atop the girl. One flaw in her idea presented itself, immediately, and she realized she had to be Tammy’s boyfriend, not Tammy. Luckily, Tammy had been pretty descriptive of what he had done to her, as well. It was a series of mental images she had wished she could Listerine out of her head. In a twist of irony, those images were about to come in handy.

Haylie looked up at her, curious about what Stephanie was doing. Smiling down at her, Stephanie rubbed her lower abdomen against Haylie. After a couple of thrusts of her hips, Haylie realized what Stephanie had in mind, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Haylie pushed her hips up into Stephanie, meeting her counter-thrust for thrust. The lovely friction between their bodies had both of them moaning and sighing.

“I guess you can do it like this, too,” Haylie said, in a breathy moan. Her hands slipped down Stephanie’s back to grab her buttocks, urging her to go faster.

“I think there is a bunch of different ways to do it,” Stephanie said, her pace quickening. The roll of her hips became eager as her nerve endings came alive and little waves of pleasure washed through her.

“Later, you’ll have to tell me how you know that,” Haylie said, her hands roaming over Stephanie’s back.

Grinning at her, Stephanie said, “You’ll laugh when I tell you.”

“Okay,” Haylie said, her curiosity obviously piqued.

“Do you still want me to wait,” Stephanie teased, kissing the girl, “or should I tell you now?”

“Later,” Haylie said, surprising Stephanie by rolling them, so Haylie was on top, “right now, I’m not in the mood for stories.”

“Oh my,” Stephanie said, smiling up at the girl.

She opened her legs wide, letting Haylie lie between them. A moan slipped past her slack mouth as Haylie rolled her hips forward, grinding their bodies together. Without thinking about it, Stephanie wrapped her legs around the girl, her ankles crossing behind her. Haylie seemed to like that, thrusting harder into Stephanie, the meetings of their bodies forcing cries of pleasure from them. Their pace became frantic as they pushed each other closer and closer to ecstasy.

No wonder Tammy likes this so much, Stephanie thought, her nerve ending screaming for more. The pressure on her clit, the delicious feel of Haylie’s body rubbing against her, the sexy feel of Haylie’s muscles as she thrust against Stephanie had her moaning and sighing, couldn’t stop if she had to. She wasn’t the only one, Haylie’s own sounds of enjoyment joining her in perfect harmony. The girl’s arousal was almost as exciting as her own pleasure.

Stephanie heard Haylie’s cries change, saw Haylie’s eyes widen as she started to come. Seeing the girl right on the edge brought on her own orgasm, and they fed off of each other’s escalating cries of excitement. Haylie climaxed first, stiffening atop Stephanie. Only a half heartbeat behind her, Stephanie cried out one last time as her body exploded with pleasure. She hugged Haylie to her, and they shook together, riding out the lovely sensations washing through their young bodies.

“Well, that works,” Haylie said, supporting her weight with her arms so she could off Stephanie a slightly dazed smile.

“Yeah,” Stephanie agreed, laughing.

“Alright, you can tell me now,” Haylie said, grinning down at her, “how did you know about this?”

“In a word, Tammy,” Stephanie said.

“The world’s sluttiest saint?” Haylie asked, raising her eyebrows.

“My cousin, yeah,” Stephanie said, laughing. She thought, World’s Sluttiest Saint, indeed. I need to remember that one.

“How did she-” Haylie started to ask, then thought about it, “Oh God, we just had dry sex!”

Laughing harder, Stephanie said, “Yeah, or something like it.”

“I never thought I’d say this,” Haylie said, making a face, “but what else did you learn from Tammy?”

“Let me show you,” Stephanie said, urging the girl to get off of her, “get on your hands and knees.”

“My hands and knees?” Haylie asked, looking at her dubiously.

“Do you trust me?” Stephanie asked.

“Generally speaking, yeah, but we are talking about something you learned from Tammy,” Haylie said, making Stephanie laugh, “you aren’t going to stick your finger in my butt, are you?”

“Um, no,” Stephanie said, making a face, “I forgot I told you about what Tammy and her boyfriend did. He didn’t use his finger, though.”

“I know, but you are minus the right equipment,” Haylie said, laughing.

“Anyway,” Stephanie said, shaking her head, “this is more dry sex, just different positions.”

“You think this will work?” Haylie asked, getting to her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder as Stephanie moved behind her. Shaking her head, she said, “This doesn’t seem practical.”

“If it doesn’t work, we’ll try something else,” Stephanie said, grabbing the girl’s hips. She pulled the girl back as she pushed her hips forward, giggling. She couldn’t help it, thought they had to look goofy doing this. She wasn’t the only one, Haylie laughing, too.

“Alright, stop,” Haylie said, giggling, “this isn’t going to work. I can’t stop laughing long enough for it to feel good.”

“We can do this,” Stephanie said, trying to get the giggles under control, “we just need to be mature about this.”

“Really? You can’t even say that with a straight face,” Haylie said, shaking her head, “maybe we’ll try again some other time.”

“Um,” Stephanie said, trying to remember what else Tammy had talked about, “well, there is a couple of other positions we could try.”

“How do you want me?” Haylie asked.

Smiling at her friend, she said, “Anyway I can get you.”

Haylie blinked in surprise, then gave Stephanie a curious smile, “Was that you flirting with me?”

Her cheeks turning red, Stephanie said, “It sounded like it, didn’t it?”

Laughing, Haylie said, “A little.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Stephanie said.

“If you say so,” Haylie teased.

“Shut up,” Stephanie said, laughing and shaking her head.

She put her hand on the girl’s hip, rolling her onto her back. Caught off guard, Haylie gasped and giggled, looking up at Stephanie in wide-eyed surprise. Smiling at her, Stephanie threw a leg across the girl, straddling her hips. Stephanie lowered onto Haylie until their bodies nested together. Haylie’s surprise turned to interest, her eyes flashing with excitement. Leaning forward, Stephanie put her hands down on either side of the girl for support as she began to roll her hips back and forth. It felt good, but things weren’t meeting up the way they needed to. Then Haylie bent her knees and spread her legs wider, and Stephanie was able to scoot back further into the hollow of her legs. It was a perfect fit, their bodies coming together in a way that drove a moan from Stephanie’s slack mouth. When Stephanie began to move, again, both girl’s felt just how right this new position could be.

“Tammy called this the cowgirl,” Stephanie said, in a breathy moan.

“Is that what it’s called or is that what she called it?” Haylie asked, running her hands up Stephanie’s thighs.

“Um, I’m not sure,” Stephanie said, shrugging, “I guess it doesn’t matter what we call it, as long as it feels good.”

“It definitely feels good,” Haylie said, then grinned, “the view is nice, too.”

“Was that you flirting with me?” Stephanie asked.

Laughing, Haylie said, “I’m just saying you look hot sitting up there, Cowgirl.”

That pleased Stephanie more than she liked to admit and she leaned in to kiss the girl. Haylie came up to meet her, kissing Stephanie back passionately.

Straightening back up, Stephanie sat high in the saddle, her hands on Haylie’s knees as she focused on grinding her girlhood against Haylie’s. She moved her hips in tight little circles, moaning as it sent shivers of pleasure through her young body. Haylie pushed up into Stephanie eagerly, the lovely friction driving both of them crazy. Their cries were unrestrained and filled the bedroom, only getting louder as their excitement grew.

Stephanie’s eyes widened as she felt herself start to come. Meeting Haylie’s eyes, she saw the girl was close, too. Stephanie held off her own orgasm as best she could, focusing on finishing Haylie off. She had to fight her body as it started to fall apart on her. It took all of her focus to keep her rhythm, to keep her hips moving. She fought it as long as she could, but then her orgasm grabbed a hold of her and shook her like a rag doll. Even as she came undone, she heard Haylie cry out one more time, stiffening beneath her.

Sitting astride the girl, gasping for air, Stephanie gave the girl a dazed smile, said, “I guess we can add that to the list of things that definitely work.”

“Yeah,” Haylie said, caressing Stephanie’s thighs.

Stephanie brushed her hair out of her face and glanced at the alarm clock. Seeing that it wasn’t even noon, yet, she laughed and said, “It’s still early.”

Haylie craned her neck and saw for herself. Grinning, she looked back at Stephanie, said, “What else did Tammy tell you about?”

“Let me catch my breath and we’ll talk about something Tammy called the Singing Monkey…”

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Still naked, Haylie and Stephanie stretched out on the couch belly to back, with Stephanie as the big spoon. They had only left their bedroom twenty minutes ago, finally sated and out of new things to try. Not that there weren’t things they hadn’t tried. There was probably a whole plethora of positions and techniques they didn’t even know about, yet. Emphasis on, yet.

Still, we are catching up to Tammy in the kinky sex department, Stephanie thought, grinning, I need to thank the girl next time I see her.

Stephanie was pleasantly sore, and she was sure they had overdone it. With a passion fueled by curiosity, they had spent the whole day in bed, and she was feeling it in her back and thighs, between her legs. She could deal with a little discomfort after all the pleasure she had experienced.

They had the TV on to the local weather station, watching as a ribbon of red triangles marched toward their hometown. It was a second winter storm, following right behind the one that had closed school for two days. This one was threatening to dump another foot of snow by morning. Outside, the first few flakes were beginning to fall.

“Looks like no school tomorrow, either,” Haylie said, the grin clear in her voice.

“If that storm is bad as it sounds,” Stephanie said, kissing the girl’s neck.

“Better stop that,” Haylie sighed, squirming, “we barely managed to stop. If you get us started, again…”

Laughing, Stephanie said, “We need to get dressed. Your mom will be home any minute.”

“Yeah,” Haylie said, rolling in Stephanie’s arms, “we’ll just have to pick this up tomorrow.”

“Definitely,” Stephanie said, smiling at her.

8 Responses to The Warmest Color, Part Two

  1. ebo says:

    I was going to tie the second part of ‘Blue is the Warmest Color’ into this chapter but, while it is superbly acted and an emotional roller coaster, it is also kind of a downer. I won’t spoil anything here, but if you’ve seen the movie, you know what I’m talking about. It didn’t fit with the way I wanted the story to go. Luckily, good old Tammy, the World’s Sluttiest Saint, provided the girls with something new to experiment with.

  2. Fur says:

    I have to fully agree on the second part of “Blue is the warmest color” it left much to be desired and for me at least ruined the film.

    Again one hell of a story Ebo. You always find new ways for your girls to have fun and discover new things though I wouldn’t call that dry sex from the sound of things. I’m also wondering just how you will figure out more ways for these girls together without the parents. You’ve provided an excellent way with the storm but that’s predictable and you are rarely that.

    Also a wonderful cousin to have it seems. Maybe Stephaine should call her cousin for ideas on what to try though I remember the things tried when young and all the fun to be discovered just doing it. It will be truly interesting to see where this goes and just how long things can last.

  3. ebo says:

    Thanks, Fur. You are right, of course. It can’t snow forever. The girls have the itch now and it should be interesting to see how they find ways to scratch it. I do have an idea for a third chapter, but it is deep in the queue of upcoming updates.

  4. Susy and Jen says:

    Well done Ebo.
    Susy and I have seen the film twice now and thoroughly enjoyed each viewing. You tell the story accurately and it is no wonder these two girls turn to love-making after seeing it themselves. Both of us fancied the girls and have seen them in other roles. We thought Adel’s boyfriend was gross, even more so when he was sporting a grotesque erection. Even though the girls getting together was inspired by the film, the way you detail their characters, it was obvious they would get together. we both thought the sex was well written and genuine. As with everything you write, you try to put events into a real world context and it all seems to work extremely well. After reading this episode, Susy left me. Actually, she just nipped out to buy a bottle of wine and we’re half way down it drinking to your inventiveness. Thanks from both of us: looking forward to the next episode of anything – although, as you know, we do have our favourites. Love from Jen and Susy. xx

  5. Susy andJen says:

    Dear, Ebo,
    I’ve hurt my knee (the Doctor states a bad sprain) and so I am confined to bed for a few days. Hence this note: nothing specific but something else to do, whilst in bed and a change from TV and reading and having replied to all my letters etc. This medical decree (stay in bed) immediately had Susy jumping for joy. (She is forever saying, “read a sexy bit from Ebo and shout me when you’re ready”) Not that it takes much for her to coax me here, she likens me (at present) to a glass of G & T, forever full: I’m always there and her undying love wills her to join me at every conceivable moment. I rarely decline her advances (she only has to “push” “the button”) and I’m all hers, with the proviso, however, that all I can do is lie back and think of England. I have set myself the enjoyable task of reading the last episode (or only episode) of every story so, no matter which story you add to next, I’m familiar with that which went before. I’ll probably end up filling Susy in with “previously” on your stories when your next wonderful prose arrives. If you are looking for suggestions, we offer for thought, either Black LC with Erin and Ashley showing Carrie and Trish, all you can do with a strap-on, or The Dance – as you know, our favourites. Well all for now. We look forward to hearing from you. Jen and Susy xx

  6. ebo says:

    Sorry to hear you are hurt, but hopefully you can find something to read here to keep you entertained. The next chapter to drop will either be The Wild, Part Four or Henna Tattoo, Part Five. The next chapter of Black Lingerie Chronicle will probably third in line. I still need to figure out what to do with Mindy’s date and the visit from her babysitter before I start writing that one.

  7. Lex Cortland says:

    Well, as far as Sarah Beason, I’d hate to see her take Mindy away from the special relationship she has with her friends, so, you know.

    Sarah Pollard…the tone of her email is that she seems to feel guilty for molesting Mindy. It wouldn’t be consistent for that to be part of continuing to manipulate Mindy, because one key thing about the type of person who would do that is making out like there’s nothing you can justifiably get upset about, whereas Sarah said Mindy has every right to hate her. That’s character development stuff, though; the more prurient side of me would like to see Mindy introduce her babysitter to Erin and Ashley and let the orgy commence.

    Mindy has a lot to unpack, that’s for sure. Like she thinks she should be traumatized, but she loved what Sarah did to her, so she’s confused instead. And probably wondering if there’s something wrong with her that she didn’t react to her abuse like she’s “supposed” to.

    Hmm. This is giving me an idea for a story of my own. Might make an episode of Criminal Minds or something.

  8. Jen and Susy says:

    Dear Ebo,
    Our thanks for your comments and heads-up on the next feature. We look forward to which ever lands but can see your dilemma with TBLC. Correct us if we are wrong: you have to come up with Mindy and Sarah B’s storyline which a) foremost has to be credible, b)fit in with your own specific ideals and c) does not disappoint your readers. You say you’re uncertain where to take their relationship but Jen thought you’d actually provided the way in which it must unfold. (even though she’s nursing a poorly knee) :-
    They both felt a chemistry/emotional connection and both seem hoping for a
    a sincere committed relationship:
    Mindy, because she has not felt such an emotional connection previously (to us, even with Sarah P it didn’t seem on the same wavelength.) and their first kisses were electrifying. Although Sarah B would obviously feel moved, it being her first kiss.
    …. and Sarah B, because she has worshipped Mindy for some time and now having been presented with the opportunity, is anxious to ensure it is not wasted.
    We don’t think you would/could be that cruel to have Mindy hurt, so the better solution could be to have her date with Sarah B, become a wonderful experience and one that makes it easier (not easy) for her to extricate herself from S P influence. I (Susy) think Lex Courtland’s idea of her being introduced to the dynamic, sexy duo (E and A) could be instrumental in helping her do so. Jen, thinks not and that her involvement with Mindy’s lovers (ex lovers if she takes up with S, B) would prove hurtful to Mindy.
    Well – no matter what we write – ultimately the idea will have to be that which you feel readers may want for the girls. Not an enviable task. That’s all for now and thanks again. Love Susy and Jen x

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