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Conflicting Desires (Javorcek x ClearSight)

Sasha knew, right away, that Bellamy was either super embarrassed or super inexperienced when it came to butt play. She had felt the other girl flinch when she got too close to her other hole, heard that high pitched nervous whine, saw her bright red face she turned back to look at her. There was a thrill that shot through her body at both prospects, because either way it meant that Bellamy didn’t do this with others. Sasha had always had a bit of a possessive side and claiming kink (she hadn’t been kidding when she had said she would give Bellamy a collar if she surrendered), and whether Bellamy meant to or not anymore, she was really stoking the flames of her dominant side.

“I mean...yeah. Yeah, I really intend to play with your ass in your office right now because you have been teasing me all day with it. I thought that was pretty clear.” She said it matter-of-factly, but Bellamy’s question did douse her temper just a little bit. This was risky, she was 99% sure everyone was gone, but someone could always have forgotten something and came back to get it, or could be working late for whatever reason and hear them. “If you don’t want it Bell, you need to say ‘stop,’” she was a little more gentle with her tone now, trying to prove that it was as easy as that. If Bellamy ever told her to stop because she felt uncomfortable, Sasha would. As impatient as she was, she could immediately turn the growly Domme part of her off if a lover asked. She was still sensitive and kind Sasha underneath it all...she didn’t want to make anyone feel uncomfortable or have an experience they would regret.

But Bellamy didn’t say ‘stop,’ instead she reached behind, grabbing her rear and spreading herself as Sasha had demanded. Her brain went haywire after that, overloaded with buried feelings that were far too big and lust that threatened to devour her. The most private parts of Bellamy were exposed to her, just for her, “Fuck, every part of you is perfect.” Sasha almost sounded reverent, and it was unclear if she had even meant to say the compliment at all.

She shook herself a little bit, coming to her senses again. She wanted to fuck Bellamy to orgasm right here, but Sasha could feel her nervous energy which didn’t quite only originate from having a new partner play with her butt. It still felt like Bellamy had concerns about being found out here, something that Sasha would soon alleviate. “You are going to go scramble behind your desk and hide with your ass up and spread, just like this. And I am going to lock your door, okay?” She lightly ghosted her thumb over Bellamy’s tensed ring of muscle as she gave her instructions, trying to get her a little used to the feeling so that she would relax for Sasha in a few moments.

A pinch to her ass signaled that Bellamy was to go carry out her orders while Sasha locked her door with a soft ‘click.’ By the time she had rounded Bellamy’s desk, the other girl was already face down on the carpet with her ass spread like an eager and depraved slut. “Didn’t think you’d move so fast,” Sasha grinned as she teased. She moved to kneel down behind Bellamy, hating the way the carpet felt against her knees but deeming that it would be worth it if she could just get the other girl to cum from primarily butt play alone.

“Just relax...” again she started by working her fingers through Bellamy’s pink folds. Briefly she stopped to plunge them into her slick channel, pumping and curling two o her fingers against her sensitive front wall a few times in the name of getting them properly lubricated. Bellamy was already panting and falling apart from the attention, so Sasha tucked away that little tidbit of ‘Bellamy has never found her own g-spot before’ for later. For now though, she wanted to take her slicked up fingers upwards and gently rubbed and circled her tight hole.

“Relax...be a good girl and open up for me.” Sasha pressed with a single slender digit a little harder, a little more insistently. She was prepared to be patient, though it turned out she didn’t have to wait long before the tight flesh yielded to her. She didn’t push hard or far for this first time, just a single finger in and out to the first knuckle to draw more embarrassed whimpers of pleasure from Bellamy. “There we go...that’s a good girl...” Sasha purred. “You think you can cum this way? Or do you need my tongue instead.”
 
Bellamy barely believed it, but Sasha seemed completely serious, ready to do whatever she wanted to Bellamy in a place that could get both of them caught at any moment. Even at her boldest, it was not something Bellamy would have started, though she had no intentions of backing down. To her, even if she were caught, it would be worth it. As ridiculous as potentially ruining her career for something so shameless was... she felt that way because it was Sasha. If only her younger self had the same conviction.

There were certain regrets she had about her life, with most of them being small and inconsequential, but the way things ended between them had always been her greatest regret. Whether she had a chance to change things now, she didn't know, but she was sure about one thing — she didn't want to make the same mistake again. So, instead of being dishonest or running away because of embarrassment, Bellamy made it a point to stay, even if she felt utterly exposed and nervous, for so many different reasons.

Fortunately, although Sasha was dead serious about taking her then and there, she decided to show some mercy. Instead of simply ignoring her discomfort and moving on, Sasha coaxed her, offering her some comfort and another chance out. When Bellamy didn't flee at the first opportunity, Sasha took it a step further, telling her to go and present herself behind the desk, but not before she uttered a few words of praise.

Bellamy never imagined herself to be so shy, but having her butt teased and being called perfect, those things were enough to have her lost for words. She felt so embarrassed that her only reaction was to hide her face in the desk as the embarrassment on her face grew a deeper shade. The fact that her skin still had a few marks from the night before only made matters worse, as she couldn't stop thinking about it.

Luckily, she got the chance to change positions, causing Bellamy to rejoice, not just because there was less chance of being caught, but because she could hide her shy expression from Sasha's sight. Only, Bellamy's eagerness earned her more teasing. It was nothing compared to what she was doing, though. Being face down and ass up was not a position she had ever been in before. Bellamy had never presented herself to anyone, especially not her ass; Sasha was the first, and no matter what happened, probably the only.

Sasha seemed intent on offering Bellamy a number of firsts, though, just like their previous night together. Just a few movements of her fingers and Sasha sent Bellamy soaring into pleasure, coaxing several moans from her lips. A few more moments and she probably would have climaxed, or at least been begging too. But before that could happen, Sasha moved up, pressing fingers coated in her own juices against her tight, virgin rear.

"Sasha..." Bellamy let out a whine much closer to a whimper than she ever planned it to be. She was nervous, but her worries proved pointless quickly enough, with Sasha gently penetrating her with a single finger. It was then that an odd, strangely pleased moan slipped out into the air, filling the office with a mix of confusion and appreciation.

It felt odd... but good. And when Sasha questioned her, she couldn't even deny that having her butt toyed with was going to make her cum.

"I... want your tongue... But I'll... take whatever you give me..." Bellamy grit her teeth, moaning as she tried to talk, once more facing embarrassment, but now having to try to endure the pleasure she had no ability to control.

She was so addled by it all that even the teasing she planned, using words like "Bambi" and "Mistress" meant to set Sasha off, was lost in a clumsy series of moans.

"Please... Sasha... Hurry," was all she managed to get out, and even that was covered by a whimper, almost whispered into the floor as she tried her best to present her backside as well as she possibly could. If she weren't so absorbed in each and every feeling, she might have even slapped her own firm backside to try and entice Sasha into taking action.
 
Sasha almost expected Bellamy to tell her she wouldn’t be able to orgasm this way. She herself couldn’t, not that she didn’t like a little anal play, it was just never enough to send her over the edge. As Bellamy moaned and panted though, it became evident that the other girl wasn’t going to have any such issue. She was taking Sasha’s lone digit very well, and seemed eager for more. “I’ll give you whatever you’re willing to beg for....” the scary thing is, she probably would too. Even though she was in control, if Bellamy begged her to stop everything and fuck her with a strap, Sasha probably would’ve run home and got hers. She’d do anything to hear more of those pretty moans or be able to watch as Bellamy trembled and shook apart.


“I’ve got you Bell, I’ve got you,” Sasha cooed reassuringly in response to the soft whines and whimpers that she hurry. Even though she didn’t have the best view of Bellamy’s face right now, she could hear the embarrassment and neediness in her voice, and see the tips of her ears that were magenta in color while she begged.

This whole scene was starting to go so differently from the night before. The roughness and possessiveness of Sasha was tempered by this intimate and taboo act...her new found softness also probably had something to do with the fact that Bellamy was absolutely humiliated. While she might have liked to play with that powerlessness more, she wouldn’t do it tonight; the more they played, the more obvious it became that Bellamy had very limited experience with this.....Sasha wasn’t about to torture her when she felt so vulnerable, not more than she already was.

She gently shooed her lover’s strong hands away so that she could settle in better for what she was about to do. Then Sasha gently spread Bellamy out again with her more delicate fingers. Her head soon dipped down to lick a long, teasing stripe up from dripping pink silk to a tensed up wrinkled muscle. The pressure was light, obviously she was just seeking a taste of her lover’s juices. She did it once more, humming in appreciation of the arousal that coated her taste buds before she settled in to play with Bellamy’s butt exclusively.

Her tongue swirled lightly around the sensitive nerves in circles, not teasing as much as she was just testing, trying to see if Bellamy preferred a feather light touch or if she wanted the broad flat of her tongue to lap at the crinkled skin. Despite the ache in her neck, the pain in her knees, and the nature of the task....Sasha seemed completely focused and very eager. She -wanted- to bring Bellamy pleasure this way, wanted her to be embarrassed, humiliated even as she came from nothing but Sasha’s depraved tongue in her ass.
 
Upon hearing Sasha promise her anything she begged for, Bellamy's mind went blank. There were so many possibilities, but at the moment, the only thing she wanted was more pleasure. She whined, whimpered, and let out little half-whispered begs. All of it happened at the edge of her consciousness, without much thought. Her only active thoughts were that she wanted Sasha to do more.

The strange thing about what Sasha was doing to her was that Bellamy didn't feel uncomfortable. In fact, despite how embarrassing and odd it all felt, she enjoyed it and managed to relax enough for Sasha to get her finger inside. What was more difficult to deal with than the actual act was thinking about how she looked to Sasha... how her ass was sticking up and spread.

As someone with minimal sexual experience, the leap from her few times in the missionary position to the things she did with Sasha was immense. Butt play, in particular, felt so far from what she was used to that she didn't know how to act. However, the moment Sasha's tongue connected with her sensitive flesh, all of that stopped mattering. Bellamy couldn't bring herself to think about anything but how good each slow lick brought her.

Soft moans and desperate whining escaped Bellamy's throat as Sasha teased her, each slow lick causing Bellamy to squirm. She wanted to push back or pull away, one or the other, quickly wanting relief, whether that meant more pleasure or none at all.

"Sasha..." Bellamy softly whimpered Sasha's name, her legs trembling slightly. While the light licks were pleasant, every time the flat of Sasha's tongue ran across the needy ring of muscle, there was a visible tremor, making it obvious just how much Bellamy liked it. Even if she didn't want to think about it or admit it, having her ass licked in her new office was quickly becoming an unforgettable experience. And, as it went on, she only cried out Sasha's name more and more.

Nervous that someone could be around and hear, Bellamy tried to stifle her moans and noises, but it was difficult. It only grew more difficult as she felt the familiar feeling of an orgasm working its way to the surface, building rapidly under the overwhelming sensation of a new kind of pleasure.
 
Sasha kept up the broad lapping of her tongue, willing Bellamy to cum with every stroke. She wished she could speak her encouragement but she could feel the other girl’s trembling muscles under her fingertips and knew she must be close. She didn’t know if her licks were keeping in time with Bellamy’s chanting of her name or if it were the other way around, but she had the feeling that Bellamy was probably going somewhere off into sub space and wasn’t entirely aware of what she was saying anymore as she babbled and whimpered.

As her moans grew higher in pitch, as her body began to shake in the throes of a powerful orgasm, Sasha kept going, torturing those poor virgin nerves until Bellamy couldn’t take it anymore, only easing up when she became concerned that her lover might hyperventilate from the effort it took her to not just scream. She pulled away, just enough so she could scatter kisses on fleshy cheeks. Bellamy’s legs were still trembling after her orgasm, so much so that Sasha figured they could use a little break. Very carefully, she relaxed her grip and sat up, her body grateful for the change in position. Then she stretched out next to Bellamy, tugging and gently coaxing her to lay down.

“Come here, Puppy.” Despite Bellamy being taller and more muscular than her, she seemed so small and vulnerable right now, whimpering like a little puppy. Sasha knew it was only for a little bit; once Bellamy recovered she would surely go back to being her old playful and mischievous self that Sasha secretly adored. But for now, she seemed like she needed lots of snuggles and protective arms holding her, so Sasha did just that. She held Bellamy and peppered her with soft kisses, mumbling what a good girl she was and what a good job she did into her skin.

It wasn’t long before Sasha felt Bellamy go limp in her arms. “Bell?” Sasha whispered, picking her head up to look at her. All she got in response was soft breathing and a look at closed eyes. With a sigh, she wiggled a little bit to get more comfortable, and then settled in for this impromptu nap.

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Sasha was jerked awake from her dozing by the sound of a vacuum cleaner somewhere far off on the other side of the firm. A look out the window told her it was nighttime, Bellamy and her had been like this for at least a few hours, long enough for the night custodians to get here anyways...that explained why her body was so sore from being on the floor.

“Bell, come on, wake up,” Sasha murmured and lightly shook her. “Up. We need to go,” she said a little more firmly when Bellamy just snuggled into her further. They had time, the custodians sounded like they were in the front lobby, but they still needed to fix themselves up a little bit. When they stood, Sasha helped Bellamy straighten out her clothing and fixed her hair so that she didn’t look like she had been fucked on an office floor. There were some crinkles to both their outfits but nothing anyone would notice.

Then it was time to depart, Sasha heading back to her apartment so that she could kick herself for doing things she wasn’t supposed to do.

She really needed to get a hobby. One that didn’t involve fucking her ex-best friend.
 
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Bellamy underwent a strange experience, one where she felt aware of every single sensation and yet could barely think straight, both hyperaware and muddled at the same time. She barely realized what was happening and what she was saying, but every nerve in her body lit up when Sasha touched her. It was confounding enough to deplete her already drained energy reserves and leave her breathless, a panting, moaning, needy mess that couldn't have pulled away even if she wanted to.

Making matters more overwhelming was the fact that Sasha seemed to know her body better than she did, every action she took sending Bellamy into a world of pleasure. So, when she could no longer hold back and climaxed, she wasn't surprised. If anything, she couldn't believe how long she had lasted. Nothing made sense, yet she felt more satisfied than she had ever felt before. The icing on the cake was Sasha's beckoning, which called to her as the smaller girl pulled her into a comforting embrace.

At that moment, when she was in Sasha's arms, Bellamy finally relaxed, letting a rather stressful and tiring day dissipate. She even fell asleep, not realizing when she snuggled in and closed her eyes, but drifting off into nothingness with a smile on her face.

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Bellamy rarely dreamed, and her nap in Sasha's arms proved to be no exception. However, it was one of the best naps she had ever experienced. She knew why; it was obvious. She felt safe and comfortable in Sasha's embrace... something that wasn't entirely new to their relationship. They really had been close once upon a time, having little bunk sleepovers at camp and snuggling. Though, usually, Bellamy insisted on being the big spoon.

So, when she woke up, she didn't want to move, appreciating the lingering comfort that made sleeping in such a horrible spot refreshing. Sasha didn't let her sleep, though, shaking her until she finally opened her blurry eyes sleepily, looking almost confused as her beautiful eyes peered into Sasha's.

"Sasha..." Bellamy muttered, not as tired as she tried to appear. She didn't want it to end too quickly, even if Sasha insisted that they needed to go. So, she kept up the act, pretending to be sleepier than she was and nuzzling against Sasha's chest lightly. She wanted to kiss her too, but she thought better of it, not sure if she could get up and leave if she did so.

Instead, Bellamy enjoyed Sasha's pampering, a silly grin on her face as the smaller girl helped her fix her clothes and hair, making her look as presentable as possible. She returned the favor, but she liked being pampered more, finding it a nice change from how people usually treated her. She really wished it hadn't ended... a thought that grew even greater when she eventually got home.

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Jared Weston. Bellamy avoided him at the masquerade, but when she got home, there he was, talking with her parents and grandparents as if he was already a member of the family. They all looked so joyous, laughing and chattering excitedly.

Bellamy wanted to escape, to flee from the house, but she couldn't. In fact, she didn't even get the chance to change before Jared noticed her, signaling that he would be back to her parents and walking towards her. It wasn't until he was far enough away that he finally spoke, an arrogant look on his face.

"Well, look at you. Aren't you supposed to be my fiance? Why do you look so... used..." He didn't sound disgusted despite the insinuation, seeming to find it amusing instead, looking at her like a cheap product to be used for personal gain.

Bellamy appeared nothing like she did when she was around Sasha, her affectionate smile and soft eyes completely gone. Instead, she looked at the man with icy eyes, her face expressionless.

"What makes you think I'm your anything, Weston?" she asked, her voice calm but venom dripping from the words.

Jared didn't answer, though, merely smirking before launching himself forward and slamming her into the wall. As if he wasn't worried about her family noticing from inside the room, he leaned in and kissed her, a forceful and cold kiss, one so disgusting she felt the urge to retch.

Bellamy bit down, slamming her strong body against his at the same time. With a pained hiss, he stumbled back, shooting an angry glare at her as he wiped the blood from his bleeding lip.

"You're mind because your family gave you to me. I have to say, though. I wasn't all that interested before. Now, though... Now I want to make you scream." After a sneer, Jared turned and left, not even bothering to go say goodbye to her family. He refused to be humiliated by showing the wound, and he knew how they would react if she caused him to leave. Who asked her to be so rebellious?

Unfortunately for Bellamy, Jared was right, not only about what would happen once he left but about what her family had done. They had officially sold her, offering her as a marriage partner to join their two families. Therefore, when he left directly after talking to her, they assumed the worst, not even noticing the slight cut on her lip from their clash.

Bellamy had to endure it all, and she would definitely have some bruises on her back as well. Fucking asshole...
 
The next day, Bellamy seemed a bit off...almost like she was avoiding Sasha. They had parted ways amicably enough last night, but this morning things had changed. Sasha had noticed a little cut on Bellamy’s lip, and she didn’t remember it being there yesterday...but she also wasn’t sure if it had happened while her lover’s face had been buried in the carpeted office floor.

Sasha felt a little guilty. Well maybe a lotta guilty. She was so stupid! She had obviously pushed Bellamy too hard last night and the other girl had had all evening to ponder the depths of her submission, all alone, without a Domme to snuggle her and assure her it was okay to like such taboo things. She knew that Bellamy’s family was incredibly conservative, and while her friend hadn’t shared those same views, an upbringing that bashed homosexuality - especially sodomy - must have left an imprint. She should’ve asked if Bellamy was okay when they parted. She should’ve bit the bullet, invited her over, and made sure she was okay through the night if she wasn’t.

When she went out for her now habitual lunch date with David, they passed by a bakery. On their way back she picked up something for Bellamy. It was a dessert that she knew her old friend would like, but made sure it wasn’t going to be tart or crunchy and aggravate her lip. Her and David came back from their lunch a little earlier, giving her time to leave the little pastry box in Bellamy’s office with a little note in her delicate cursive script: ’Hope your day gets better’.

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“Somebody’s a smitten kiitteeennn~” Charlotte sang softly, not wanting to alert that entire office that Bellamy looked like a school girl in love but still wanting to tease her friend about it. She had noticed the other girl humming to herself this afternoon, looking all starry eyed in the office and smiling like this was the happiest place on earth. Which, knowing Bellamy, this was probably one of her happy places because she was a nerdy law weirdo. But! No one looked that dreamy unless they had had some amazing sex the night before or were in a new relationship.

Good for Bellamy! She was excited for her friend who had drunkenly complained in the past that sex was lackluster and she couldn’t understand why people wanted to do it so much. Charlotte had come across that problem as well while dating. Sometimes you just got stuck with a man who took notes from pornos or guys who couldn’t find a clitoris if their life depended on it. That’s why she preferred these sweeter, nerdier types. They were eager to learn, easy to train, and didn’t throw a childish fit if you told them ‘if you have to spit on it for lube, you’re doing it wrong’. She had tried to convince her friend of this at least a thousand times, but Bellamy just kept dating her clueless pretty boys.

“I take it Jared isn’t as bad in bed as the pretty boys you used to date?” Charlotte teased her old college friend. Bellamy definitely had had a type back in school: short, skinny, clean shaven guys with dark hair and bright eyes. Not that there had been a parade of them, Bellamy had seemed very picky...but it was pretty noticeable how she managed to date men who looked so similar to one another that Charlotte couldn’t keep their names straight. Jared definitely didn’t fit the usual profile though. He was one of those big football player types.

As Bellamy came closer, probably to tell her off, Charlotte noticed her lip looked a touch swollen. “What happened to your lip?” she asked with a curious tilt of her head. It wasn’t noticeable from far away but with Bellamy closer she could see a little bit of swelling that her makeup wasn’t hiding.
 
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Everything felt wrong after having to deal with Jared. While Bellamy didn't let the unwanted advance throw her off, the situation as a whole was more than enough to leave her in a bad mood. Worse still, it didn't end that night, with the next morning being more of the same. According to her family, the Weston family was eager to have a daughter-in-law, and Jared expressed his own willingness, despite her rudeness, which they still assumed was the reason he left the night before. Somehow, it didn't raise any red flags to them when he "stormed off" and then told everyone how excited he was for their engagement. Or perhaps it did, and they didn't care.

The unpleasantness led to a distracted Bellamy at work, so much so that she couldn't hide it completely. Fortunately, she managed to do her assigned work without much trouble, but she didn't hide it from the one person she wished hadn't noticed. She didn't want Sasha to know anything about the horrible crap she was dealing with at home, not because she didn't trust her, but because it made her feel pathetic. She didn't want Sasha to see her that way, even if she already knew a bit from the masquerade. If only her stupid heart could be as calm as her head.

When Bellamy returned to her office after lunch and saw the pastry left by Sasha, her heart shook. She walked to the desk, sat down, and just stared at the box and note, a stupid smile on her face. "I'm in trouble..." she muttered, though her tone was full of happiness.

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Apparently, Bellamy's attempts to hide her happiness failed miserably because it wasn't that long after getting her surprise that Charlotte began to tease her. She wanted to turn and glare at her, but it was hard to do that when she couldn't wipe the goofy grin off her face. She was usually so good at keeping her emotions beneath the surface, too. Frankly, it was a bit alarming how little she could control herself.

"Shut it, Charlotte," she said, barely managing to even do that. She knew what her friend was thinking. After years of listening to her talk about her ideal men and how amazing sex could be, it wasn't lost on Bellamy what the other woman was hinting at. Besides, she was right; it wasn't just the pastry that had her cheesing from ear to ear. She had the best sex of her life two days in a row, and the craziest part was, both times were impromptu. She couldn't even imagine what it would feel like if there were an actual bed and some planning. Maybe she would even get another chance. Still, sex aside, the fact that it was all with Sasha really drove the happiness home, heightening the small gestures and pleasure.

Of course, her happiness didn't last long, with Charlotte finally managing to kill the smile on Bellamy's face with the mention of Jared. The moment she heard the man's name, she turned to look at her friend, finally managing to pull off a glare, one with more chill than any she had ever used towards Charlotte. When she continued to ask about her lip, still as innocent as ever, Bellamy's expression just fell further.

"Don't ever mention that name in front of me again," Bellamy spat, barely able to contain the rage in her voice. "When I got home yesterday, after being with someone else, he approached me and basically called me a slut. Then, he forced his disgusting lips on mine, hence this stupid cut." She didn't even mention the bruising on her back from being slammed into a wall by a man far larger than her. Fucking asshole.

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Bellamy and Charlotte spent a long time talking about Jared and how awful it was. However, despite her comforting words, Charlotte had been far more interested in the mysterious stranger putting a smile on Bellamy's face. After all, unwanted engagements were nothing new in their circle. Unfortunately for Charlotte, Bellamy didn't want to gossip, not about Sasha, not when she was still unsure what would happen. Between their unspoken thing and her disgusting engagement, Bellamy didn't know what to do, a mood that followed her around for days to come. The only time she actually managed to shake it off was when she finally returned to one of the few places she felt at-ease...
 
Alright, she was going to do it today! No looking at Bellamy. No chatting with Bellamy. And definitely no touching Bellamy or flirting with Bellamy. Sasha could do this! It was Wednesday! Only...5 months and 3.5 weeks of this to go and she’d be fine....

She could avoid having sex with Bellamy for that long, right?

It was truly a shame that the sex was so good but their past was so messy. Sasha couldn’t bring herself to ask Bellamy out on a proper date because of it. She had finally managed to remind herself that Bellamy was straight (except for all the things she did with Sasha), that her family was conservative, that she probably had a zillion male suitors lined up, and that nothing they did would ever amount to anything in the future.

Plus, as history had taught her in the past, when push came to shove, Bellamy would run. How could anyone build a future together on that premise?

Not that she was looking to settle down right away herself...but she was in her mid-20s and pretty much done with dating just for the sake of it. She was at this weird point in her life where she still wanted to have fun and be with people, but she also didn’t want to waste time with relationships that wouldn’t amount to anything.

The rest of the week had her on edge because even though she had told herself all these things...Bellamy always looked delicious. She was always smiling and cute around Sasha. And if Sasha let her guard down, even for a split second, all she could do was hear high pitched whimpers or remember how cute the other girl had been when she had slept in her arms.

Well, at least she had the weekend. That would give her a brief reprieve from from exerting this level of self control.

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Sasha needed something to do.

5 months and 3 weeks was a long, long time.

Maybe she should date? Just something light, easy, and distracting for after work and weekends. There was a small gay scene here. Raleigh was a bit more liberal than other parts of the state; but considering it wasn’t raining lesbians down south in general, she didn’t want to put forth the effort of dating in a tiny dating pool.

She wasn’t much for watching TV or playing video games, and could only spend so many hours cooking for herself or going to the gym. She didn’t really want to just hole up in her apartment by herself anyways... After evaluating all of her options, Sasha decided volunteering would probably be her best bet. She had spent years helping out Music for All, a charity her mothers had created in New York City. She liked working with kids and had helped give lessons. Her mom had hoped she would grow up to be a performer because she showed an aptitude for singing and piano...unfortunately Sasha had a bad case of stage fright so there went that dream. Dance, music, drama...she loved all those things, just wasn’t about to preform in front of a crowd. Small groups were fine; there was just something about being on a stage, having the lights shine on her, and knowing there were a bunch of people watching her that she couldn’t see that freaked her out....her stomach turned just thinking about it.

Sasha found a Big Brothers Big Sisters program here that had a bunch of after school and weekend activities for kids down at the community center. It seemed like it would be a good fit; she could volunteer to teach classes or give private lessons without being paired with a specific kid. So she set up an appointment to meet with the director after work, late enough in the day so that she’d be able to change after work and swing by her apartment to grab her guitar.

The interview and brief demonstration of her guitar and vocal skills were just a formality; the director just wanted to get a sense of what kids to pair with her. Sasha made it very clear that she was terrible at composing music or anything that involved digital audio, but she could teach the kids how to read traditional sheet music with piano, guitar, and voice.

“Alright Ms. Reigns. Everything looks to be in order. I’ll have someone show you around the center and then you can sign up for whatever days you’ll be able; and I’ll start working out which older kids would be interested in private lessons.” The director smiled and got up. “I have another appointment in a little bit, so I’ll have one of the Bigs show you around,” he lead Sasha out of the office and down a few hallways towards the smaller gymnasium meant for the little kids. There were a couple of young adults around, each with small groups of kids playing different games.

“Bellamy! Kids!” The director shouted at one of the women who was being chased by a few giggling children that were trying to use her as a jungle gym. “Lord help me. Honestly, they’re better behaved than this.”

Bellamy was a common name down south. Right?

Right?!!!!!??!!

Unfortunately it wasn’t as common as Sasha would have liked, because there she was: her Bellamy running around a gymnasium with a herd of little kids laughing and sprinting after her.

As stunning as Bellamy had been at the ball in her gown, as sexy as she was in her form fitting power suits at the firm...there was just something so mouthwatering about seeing her in a t-shirt and jeans. Plus her face just lit up when she played with the kids. She looked like she had when they were younger: happy and carefree.

Doomed. I’m fucking doomed.
 
Bellamy's entire week seemed to go up in flames with the appearance of Jared. Not only had her mood soured, but her family became relentless with his appearance. More than that, and what was most unpleasant to Bellamy, was that Sasha seemed to be avoiding her. Perhaps it was fair to say that she didn't reach out all that much, too caught up in her own grouchiness, but it made her feel down regardless.

It wasn't just the sex Bellamy was missing, either. In fact, the sex between them was the least important thing to her. It was great, sure, and she wouldn't say no, but that wasn't what she missed. She missed Sasha... being near her, talking to her, feeling her warmth. Even if their conversations were brief and odd, revolving mostly around sex and her seemingly natural submission to her smaller lover, she enjoyed it. Without Sasha, everything felt all the more depressing.

The longer things went on, the worse Bellamy felt. She started to wonder if Sasha was already tired of her, or if perhaps it really was too late for her to make up for when they were kids. Sasha's mind was a mystery to her, but her own mind was a jumbled mess of worry. Bellamy wanted more, but she didn't know how to get it.

Could she simply ask Sasha if they could try? If they could ignore her family and her fucked up life, ignore the fact that she was being pushed towards a marriage she didn't want, and just give it a go? She didn't think so. In her mind, asking that much of Sasha was unreasonable, and she knew she would disagree. After all, she still hadn't forgotten about what Bellamy did in the past.

Bellamy didn't blame Sasha for anything, only blaming herself. But she knew it couldn't go on, that she couldn't continue to wallow. Therefore, when she finally had a chance, she decided to go do something that always cheered her up.

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Bellamy arrived at the community center nice and earlier, heading there right after getting changed into some casual clothes after work. It was a normal routine for her, something she often did that nobody knew about, aside from Charlotte. As much of a gossiper as Charlotte was, she always kept the secrets of those close to her.

Knowing she wanted to go into law long ago, Bellamy studied hard, becoming a law fanatic in a sense. Even in her current internship, she soared above the others, easily qualified to work at the firm, much less play a small, temporary role. However, none of that came purely from studying. Just like she began studying long ago, she also began working in the field, working at a pro bono clinic for several years. It was through the clinic that she encountered the community center and the Big Brothers Big Sister program.

Ever since her introduction to the place, she often volunteered, even having a Little of her own. So, she was familiar with the community center, enough to walk in right when she got there and head straight for the kids, not even needing to sign in or check with the director. Bellamy was a regular, and it became clearer when she went to meet with the kids.

From the moment she appeared, the children went nuts, hollering her name and calling out "Fairy" and "Big Sis Bellamy!" She barely even had time to respond before they were on her, chasing and jumping on her with reckless abandon, already prepared for their favorite game, "swing on the giant." It wasn't just the young ones either, with the older kids smiling and walking over as well, trying to hold a conversation with her as she struggled to support the weight of multiple tiny climbers.

When she couldn't stand it any longer, and after saying hello to some of the other kids, promising to come back around before long, she shook off her assailants and took off, fleeing from her aggressors with a bright smile on her face. She never pulled far ahead either, constantly letting them catch up and attempt to climb her like little monkeys. At that moment, she felt free, like a weight was lifted off her shoulders. All it took was some energetic kids to let her relax.

Only, just as she was preparing to break away once more and continue their game, she heard someone call her name. The director actually called her and the kids, but she was the only one who stopped moving, causing a tragedy to happen soon after. Well, not a tragedy, really, more just her being leaped upon and buried under a horde of tiny gremlins.

"Hey! Wait!" Bellamy hollered, her voice full of laughter as she struggled to keep herself steady. None of them stopped, though, only trying to climb higher and make sure she couldn't escape again. It wasn't until they finally defeated her, taking her down to the ground — an action she did with excess drama and laughter — that they finally scattered, satisfied with their victory.

Only when they left her, scattering like ants, did she take a deep breath and stand up, looking in the direction of the director and instantly seeing a surprising face. Immediately, her face flushed red as she recalled the scene Sasha had just witnessed. Fortunately, the exertion covered her embarrassment somewhat, but she definitely hadn't expected to see her there, and she had no idea what she was being called over.

After a brief hesitation, Bellamy took a deep breath and walked over, trying her best not to look perturbed by Sasha's presence. At the same time, the director called for the kids again, trying to get them to gather and meet the new girl, something they would likely do for all of five seconds before dashing away once more.
 
Sasha couldn’t suppress her giggle as she watched Bellamy get taken to the ground by small children. The other girl even hammed it up, causing the kids to have a fit of laughter as they conquered the giant. The director managed to break up the game though, and the little kids in Bellamy’s group ran over to see the new adult.

“Boys and girls, this is our new friend, Ms. Sasha Reigns, she’s going to be teaching music classes here,” the director said.

“Are we gonna learn to play dat?” a little boy pointed to the hard case in her hands.

“Well, we’ll see what’s in the music room for little hands, this guitar’s kinda big. But! I can also teach piano, percussion, and fun stuff like the xylophone, and we can practice singing.”

“Wha’s per-cussion?”

“It’s when you hit your head, duh.”

Sasha chuckled, “Almost, they are instruments you hit, like drums.”

“Cool!!!” came the resounding chorus of kids who were going to make their parents’ lives hell by playing loud instruments. At least Sasha wouldn’t teach something awful, like the recorder.

Already Sasha was building herself up as a knowledgeable adult rather than a playmate. Working with kids in the city had really made an impact on Sasha’s approach to children. While she liked them and enjoyed working with them, she ran a much tighter ship than Bellamy....which only made sense as well: if she had a bunch of little ones climbing her like a tree, she’d probably get squished to death. Despite how firm she could be, kids liked her...her approach was just the difference of having puppies that jumped all over you in excitement or having puppies that would listen with rapt attention and then do all their tricks in exchange for hugs and praise.

“Excellent. Well. Bellamy, could you please show Sasha around? I have a meeting in a few minutes.” The director smiled apologetically, rushing off and expecting Bellamy to be as helpful as she always was around the center. As soon as the director left, the little kids went sprinting away, off to play more games in the gym.

“Sorry to drag you away from your game.” Also she was sorry that she had come here today....but the center was big, she’d be in one of the music rooms, she honestly would have a better chance of avoiding Bellamy here than at work.

“Soooo...you really like working with the kids, huh.” Sasha smiled, bumping into Bellamy lightly as they walked along. “It’s cute that you let them wrestle with you a little bit.” As they walked, there were a bunch of people and kids passing through the hallway coming the other way. Sasha looped her arm though Bellamy’s easily so they didn’t get separated, an old habit they used to do when they were younger and hiked easy terrain together. But when the people passed, she didn’t let go...it was just really nice to be this close to the other girl.

By the time they made it to the music room, Sasha had forgotten her plan to ignore Bellamy. She’d forgotten to keep her distance...and she remembered how much she missed this. How much she missed being with her old best friend and talking to her. How much she had missed touching her in these little affectionate ways. She was smitten, reaching up before she could think better of it, cupping the back of Bellamy’s neck and gently guiding her down for a surprisingly tender kiss.
 
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Bellamy watched Sasha talk to the kids with a smile on her face, listening as she introduced herself while putting down some firm roots. Being so engaging and informative suited her, especially with how the kids responded, looking up to her almost instantly. Of course, some of that had to do with playing music and how cool that was to most of them, but there was more to it than that. Sasha was amazing. Bellamy was also smitten, so there was that too.

Perhaps the main reason she noticed the difference was because of how the kids were with her. While she had a similar barrier at the start, coming in as a helper on a law case, it had quickly crumbled. After all, she wasn't here to teach them anything, only to have some fun. So, she became a playmate, not a teacher, and they adored her. However, not a single one of them would listen to her under normal circumstances, only doing so when she put on a stern voice or the director was around. Otherwise, she became, as she was moments before, their jungle gym.

"Of course, I'll show her around," Bellamy responded as the director ran off, not paying much mind to his apologetic expression. He had given her a gift, even if he didn't know it.

"You saved me. They may look cute, but if not for the director, I doubt they would have let me up so easily." Bellamy smiled, obviously adoring the kids, even if their favorite pastime was running her ragged.

After motioning for Sasha to come along, Bellamy started walking her around, giving her a few helpful directions as they passed by certain places. She would get the layout down eventually, but knowing where some of the more important places were located would make the process easier.

"Yeah... I've been working here for years now, so they like to take advantage of the fact that I like them," Bellamy said lightheartedly, though her voice trembled a little with excitement towards the end when Sasha grabbed her arm.

Her change in tone wasn't too obvious, and the smile on her face could have been from talking about the kids, but the fact that she eagerly hugged Sasha's arm was more damning. She was happy, blissfully so, and she started chattering away, though it wasn't clear whether the cause was nerves or giddiness.

She didn't stop until they reached the music room, holding herself back once inside because she expected Sasha to want to look around. She expected Sasha to let go of her and leave her side. She didn't expect a kiss, even as their lips connected.

As if glass had shattered, all the muddled thoughts that had been holding Bellamy back broke away. Her family, the stupid engagement, her guilt from when they were kids, all of it. Even if the thoughts were there, the clarity she had with that gentle, loving kiss, the one initiated by Sasha, pushed it all aside.

Without realizing what she was doing, Bellamy leaned into the kiss, returning it with the same gentle affection as Sasha, more even. Her thoughts seemed to pour through the kiss, the love and affection she tried not to make obvious flooding out.

Bellamy never tried to make the kiss more passionate, nor did she push Sasha towards a wall or pull her in closer. She simply kissed her with gentleness and affection that scared her a bit. What was she doing? What if Sasha got scared off? She initiated the kiss, but every time Sasha took control, their time together turned sexual. Bellamy was worried that her feelings were too late and that she would ruin the bit of happiness she now had through her own greed.

"Sasha... we shouldn't... not here..." Bellamy whined, a vulnerability in her tone more than actual worry about being inappropriate or getting caught.

However, her voice was so small that it didn't seem like Sasha heard her. Right after she tried to protest, Sasha's hand started working its way up under her shirt, delicate fingers brushing across her hard abs and sending a shiver straight up her spine.

"Sasha!" Bellamy whined again, only managing to get out her name as her breathing grew heavier and her core trembled beneath the touch. A single touch was all it took for her to feel her resolve wavering.
 
Sasha’s heart thundered in her ears as their kiss deepened with feelings that she didn’t want to name. She didn’t know who had put them there, whether it had been her or Bellamy to really open these floodgates...but the gentle playing of tongues and soft pressure of Bellamy pressed against her was too much, too intense. Letting lust consume her was so much more straight forward than their complicated past and their even more tangled present. As amazing as this kiss was, she backtracked on its intention, finding arousal and latching onto that instead.

Her hands came down and snuck up Bellamy’s shirt, nimble fingers ghosting over the creases of rock hard abs. Usually she liked being the stronger one in a relationship, but with Bellamy her usuals were turned upside down. Someone taller, someone stronger, someone stubborn and someone who had grown up in a conservative, wealthy home...Sasha usually clashed with girls like that. But Bellamy was taller and stronger like a great big puppy dog, and while she could be headstrong, she was delightfully submissive when it came to the bedroom. Her cute little protesting whimpers actually made Sasha smile, the image of Bellamy as her adorable puppy so ingrained in her head.

Even though she knew, absolutely knew without a doubt, that she tear Bellamy’s resolve into tiny pieces with a few more touches and a couple promising words, she stopped. “Okay...okay...” she panted softly as she pulled away and pulled herself together. Her hands drifted down to Bellamy’s hips though, holding a place that was a little more innocent but obviously not wanting to let go of her altogether. “I won’t defile you here,” she promised.

She bit her bottom lip, looking unsure because she definitely did want to defile Bellamy somewhere
Her options weren’t looking great though. Really there were only two: the back seat of her car and her apartment. Bellamy was too tall for car sex to be comfortable...so that only left one place on the table....

Alarm bells were going off when the idea solidified, her heart was thudding in her chest, her entire body vibrated with the desire for something more... and before the rational part of her mind could sort everything out and keep her from doing something stupid, she managed to blurt out the makings of a very bad idea, “Come over to my place? I have an apartment not too far....” her place was within walking distance actually; she could’ve walked if not for having to bring her guitar down. “We can pick up where we left off...and I have a few toys I think my Puppy will like to play with,” Sasha grinned, seeming more sure of herself now that she could boil everything down to more sex.

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Sasha’s apartment was about 10 blocks away, in the nice part of downtown, in a building that her grandparents owned. Close to work, the community center, as well as the many restaurants and bars downtown, it was easy to see why she lived here and not in the Reigns estate on the outskirts of town. The apartment was modest....at least compared to the other ones in the building: two bedrooms (one of them currently an office/practice room) an open kitchen and living room, and a balcony.

Bellamy wouldn’t get much of a tour though. No sooner had Bellamy entered the place did Sasha practically pounce on her. It was mostly due to nerves; Sasha had had the entire car ride to make herself nervous. She needed that fire back that burned so easily when she was being physical with Bellamy; that pure desire that she could grab onto and use to shield her fragile heart.
 
Bellamy felt Sasha draw away, and it crushed her. She enjoyed the touch, and her own lust was slowly swallowing reason, but feeling Sasha shy away from anything more was painful. The only comfort was that it had been there at all, that Sasha had shown a bit of affection beyond the hot, fiery need that had quickly started to take its place. She had hope, even if it felt slim and distant.

When Sasha started to brush fingers across her abs, she had protested, but when she kept going, that bit of self-restraint began to creak and moan, ready to break with the slightest push. If not for Sasha stopping on her own, Bellamy was quite sure she would have ended up stripping down to nothing in the middle of the community center, a lack of resolve that shocked her, though it wasn't the first time she felt surprised by her complete lack of control around Sasha; it felt constant.

Bellamy's eyes were soft and watery, and she was panting softly as she looked down at Sasha, waiting for what came next. She had agreed to stop, saying she wouldn't defile her there, but she didn't say that was it. In fact, looking at how she was acting, she got a very clear sense that there was more to her words.

When Sasha finally spoke again, Bellamy barely believed it; Sasha invited her to her place. Not for a second could Bellamy stop and think about what was happening, nor did she consider the consequences. To her, the only thing that mattered was that Sasha had invited her. Without an ounce of hesitation, she nodded her head, agreeing instantly. It was only after that she thought about where she was and what that meant.

"I have to tell the kids goodbye first, though." Bellamy couldn't just leave. Even if they were disappointed that she had to go early, it would be much worse if she just disappeared without a word.

Fortunately, she managed to think of a clumsy excuse, telling them that she knew their new teacher and that she was going to show her around the city — not that any of the kids asked. Still, Ballamy fumbled through an excuse before they left, then continued to act nervously as they traveled the short distance to Sasha's apartment.

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Sasha's apartment was nice, as was the location, but Bellamy barely took any of it in. On the way there, she was too distracted with whether she should hold Sasha's hand or make conversation to think straight. In the end, she did hold her hand, and she did make conversation, all of it revealing just how nervous she was throughout the car ride. Then, when they got inside, things changed, with Sasha deciding to take over and waste no time.

When Sasha pounced, Bellamy didn't get knocked off balance, not physically or mentally. She had been prepared, knowing exactly why Sasha brought her back to her apartment. Still, it didn't stop her from making a decision of her own.

When Sasha jumped her, Bellamy kissed her back, lust and need filling the kiss from body sides. Even though she wanted more, even though she still had no idea what she was doing, she settled, deciding to go one agonizingly slow step at a time.

Where that attitude led her was to Sasha's bedroom, where the smaller girl dragged her between kisses and groping. Once inside, Sasha moved her towards the bed without even giving her a chance to look around. Or, perhaps she had been the one moving that way, she didn't know. At that point, it all became a blur, with both of them clearly wanting the same thing.

Only, when they reached the bed, she remembered something very important, enough to cause her eyes to start wandering despite the perfectly tantalizing girl right in front of her.

"Wait..." she panted after another incredible kiss. "You said something about... Uhm..." she hesitated, color creeping to her cheeks. She was curious, beyond curious even, but she found it difficult, almost impossible, the second she tried to ask the question.

Finally, thoroughly blushing and while fidgeting on the edge of the bed, she asked the question, "Can I see the toys you talked about?"

Kill her, kill her right there! The second she asked, her head tilted down as she tried to avoid Sasha's eyes. They hadn't been at her place for more than a few minutes, and they had just entered her room, yet she was already asking such a thing. Where had her self-restraint gone? Because Bellamy remembered herself as being very in control and dignified once upon a time.
 
Despite their differences in height and strength, Sasha had no problem shepherding an eager Bellamy past the living room, kitchen, and into her bedroom. Lips attached nearly the whole time, she managed to back the other girl up to the bed without banging into anything. Then the backs of Bellamy’s knees hit the mattress, she pushed just a little bit so that she would sit. Sasha climbed into her lap, grinning a bit because now she was finally the taller one! And she took full advantage of that by turning their kisses deeper, her arms draping over strong shoulders and her fingers carding into Bellamy’s hair.

Panting softly, she pulled back enough to look at Bellamy when she spoke. Sasha couldn’t remember anything she had said earlier because her mind was consumed with a singular desire: remove every scrap of clothing Bellamy had on. Her lover jogged her memory though, reminding Sasha that she had offered her cute puppy a toy. Seeing the other girl blushing and fidgeting made her heart beat a little faster

“You sure?” Sasha smiled. Bellamy gave her a timid nod and she rewarded her with a light kiss on on the forehead. “Alright. Don’t feel pressured to pick anything at all if you don’t want to.” Another kiss, and then Sasha was hopping out of Bellamy’s lap. Underneath the bed was a black leather trunk full of toys. She opened it up, on the red velvet inner trunk lid were clipped a few dildos of different sizes for her strap. The chest itself was divided into drawers that Sasha had neatly organized. Tools for discipline in one, bindings in another, vibes and little toys like that in yet another, then another drawer full of odds and ends like lube.

There was probably an embarrassing amount of gear in her case, but in all fairness it was lots of different little things! Nothing super hardcore... Just stuff like a satin blind fold, different kinds of cuffs, rope, feather tickler, flogger, riding crop, a small buttplug, etc. “And...uh...don’t judge me. Not everything has been used. Some stuff I’m just...interested or curious in.” Sasha blushed a little bit; knowing she probably looked like a kinky sex freak. Some of the things looked brand new though! They’d probably only been used on Sasha herself. She didn’t like going into anything blind, so always did lots of research and tried things out on herself.
 
Bellamy stopped trying to hide her affection for Sasha. While she originally wanted to play it off, afraid of scaring Sasha away after her reaction in the music room and once again when they entered her apartment, she just couldn't do it. Of course, at the moment, shyness and desire held sway over her expression, but the gentleness in the depths of her beautiful blue eyes remained.

The same affection displayed itself in the form of a soft smile and a great deal of relief when Sasha showed concern for her at the mention of toys. While she knew Sasha was different, after her poor experiences with boyfriends and Jared's horrid attention, it made the difference all the more obvious.

With Sasha, Bellamy was sure about all of it. She nodded with that soft smile on her face, still timid but with an additional layer of confidence, at least about the woman even if not about the kink. After all, Bellamy already found their sexual interactions kinky, far beyond anything she would have done with anyone else.

The only disappointing part was when Sasha jumped out of her lap. It was enough to make her pout, though she quickly perked back up when Sasha dragged a trunk from beneath her bed.

"Wow..." Bellamy looked at all of the different toys with curious, almost innocent eyes. Bellamy had very little knowledge about the world that Sasha was slowly dragging her into, and she never imagined having an interest. But every time Sasha called her a cute pet name, every time she was pushed a bit further, she grew more interested, more enticed. Even if she was intimidated, even if Sasha seemed so much more experienced than her, she couldn't be deterred.

Bellamy rose from the bed as if enthralled, walking over to the trunk and looking down at the brand new world within. She crouched down after a minute, her hand reaching out and brushing across some of the more intriguing toys and objects. She didn't even know what they all were, which only served to stoke her curiosity.

After a moment, despite clearly wanting to look longer, she managed to snap out of her daze. She looked back at Sasha, then turned to the trunk once more and grabbed a few things. The first was a pair of dog ears, which she proceeded to put on her head without hesitation, placing them neatly atop her hair and then continuing to dig through the toys, her eagerness becoming all the more adorable.

Next, her hands drifted towards a set of cuffs, but not the normal ones, a pair with fluffy purple fuzz around the metal; to Bellamy, they looked more comfortable and less scary. Finally, she grabbed a small plug with a tail attached, but she did show a little nervousness as she did, still unsure about anal, even if Sasha had given her an intense first experience.

After finishing her shopping spree of sorts, she stood up, holding the cuffs and plug in her hands. However, she didn't move towards the bed immediately. Instead, she seemed nervous, fidgeting again.

After summoning some courage, she tried to say what was on her mind, nervously stuttering out, "S-Sasha... Can we use a... Uhm... strap-on? I, uh... B-because I want you to..." she paused, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red as she whispered, "Fuck me. Please?"
 
Sasha watched quietly as Bellamy explored her treasure chest of toys. She tried not to seem too eager, just in case her inexperienced lover didn’t want to pick anything at all. But she couldn’t help herself from lighting up when Bellamy put on the puppy ears; they looked sooooo cute on her and hear stupid heart swelled with these feelings of adoration and tenderness. A tiny, gruffer part of her wished that the other girl had picked something cliche, like the flogger or the paddle. It would have been easier to maintain her distance if Bellamy had picked those things...but it just seemed as if her new pet just wanted to make her fall deeper and deeper into this pit of soft and fuzzy feelings.

She kept her mouth shut when Bellamy pulled the fuzzy purple cuffs. She didn’t want to tease her about them, just make a recommendation that the imposing looking leather ones were actually much more comfortable. But she kept her opinion to herself, true to her word that Bellamy could pick anything she wanted or absolutely nothing at all without Sasha’s influence. “Very good choices,” she purred instead, about to lock the case back up when Bellamy stumbled over another request: that Sasha used the strap. The Domme grinned and nodded, the strap on was actually one of her favorite things so she was glad Bellamy picked it.

“You need to tell me when you don’t like something, okay?” Sasha planted a light kiss on Bellamy’s lips and then knelt down by the trunk to pull out a couple of things for herself. “We can use the traffic light system...’red’ is full stop. No questions asked and I will never, ever be mad at you for saying ‘red’. ‘Yellow’ if you need me to slow down and check on you....like if you needed a break from the cuffs but still wanted me to fuck you, you’d say ‘yellow’,” Sasha gave instructions as she pulled out a short length of rope, her harness, a sleek pink dildo for Bellamy with a matching little vibe for her, and a bottle of lube. She placed everything on the bed, allowing her lover to see and inspect everything she had pulled out in case she was nervous, then she locked up her trunk and slid it back under the bed.

When she got back up, she immediately pressed herself into Bellamy and planted a soft, reassuring kiss to her lips. “‘Green’ let’s me know you’re good and ready to start. So what’s your color, Bell?” She looked up at the other girl expectantly. Only when she heard ‘green’ did she begin.

“Good.” Sasha smiled. “Now...puppies don’t talk, except to say their colors or to beg. And they definitely do not wear people clothes. So go ahead and strip, Puppy.” While Bellamy took her clothes off, Sasha went to work tying one end of the red rope to the headboard. Then she tidied up the bed, setting things out of the way but in easy reach. By the time she was done, Bellamy was nude and waiting for her.

“Good girl. Come.” Sasha was kneeling on the mattress, patting the middle of the bed with one hand, the purple fuzzy cuffs in the other. “Face down, ass up....my puppy looks so silly without her tail, I’ll have to fix that before I can fuck her.” She waited for Bellamy to arrange herself before she ran her fingers lightly over her wrists, then fastened the cuffs to them. Sasha double checked that they were locked and not too tight, then took the rope and looped it so that Bellamy was now leashed to the bed. Her puppy had enough slack so that she could pull her hands down a little bit, but it clearly became evident that there wasn’t enough for her to be able to grab at Sasha tonight.

Now that she didn’t have to worry about naughty hands distracting her, traced her fingers down Bellamy’s spine, down to her cute bottom to give it a firm squeeze. Then she reached over to the lube, squirting a liberal amount of slickness onto her fingers, warming it up. “Spread your legs wider, Puppy,” Sasha murmured, waiting for Bellamy spread out wider, to sink down lower and reveal more of herself. Sasha grinned at the sight of swollen, glistening pink folds that were now parted as well. “Already excited and I haven’t even touched you yet I see,” she chuckled, slippery fingers now coming to split of her ass. She spread the lube around Bellamy’s tight ring of muscle, circling and pushing against the flesh until it yielded to one finger. She slowly worked her finger in and out a few times before she tried for the second. “Just relax...I know my good puppy can take it...” Sasha murmured, finding more resistance this time as she slowly stretched Bellamy’s tight little hole. “There we go...that’s a good girl,” she cooed sweetly as the second finger eased in. With her free hand she rubbed Bellamy’s back, petting her as one would a good dog as she slowly sawed both fingers in and out.

“Alright, I think you’re ready. What’s your color, pup?” Sasha asked as she withdrew her fingers. She wiped them off and then grabbed the plug and the lube. The thin plug was manageable for the most part, but the widest section was a tiny bit bigger than her two nimble fingers. She squirted a generous amount of lube on, waiting for Bellamy to collect herself a little bit before slowly pushing the tip of the plug against her tight hole. Bellamy took the first half well, and after some slow thrusting, she took the last quarter, but there was still a tiny bit to go. “I know pup, I know it feels big. But you can take it. Just relax for me, it’ll get easier the more we do this...” Sasha’s coos of encouragement, as well as the promise of more and another time seemed to help, because Bellamy’s tight hole finally opened to her and took the last of the plug.
 
Bellamy's thoughts firmly locked onto the moment, picking toys and saying things that she actually wanted. While she adored Sasha, she simply didn't have it in her to try to lure her into feelings; Bellamy didn't have the experience or understanding of a relationship for that. Every movement, every shy expression, and every word out of her mouth came from the true her. It was all very indicative of her lack of experience and honest, albeit sometimes confusing, feelings for Sasha.

Even now, as she asked for something that she never asked another person, it felt right, only because of who she was speaking to. Whether it be one of her past boyfriends or any other person, Bellamy knew sure she could never ask them to fuck her. It wasn't because she was shy, nor was it because she had too much dignity to do so; it was because Sasha was the only person she wanted in her life badly enough to say such mind-boggling and embarrassing things. Whether romantic or sexual, Sasha stood out from everyone else.

Such thoughts led Bellamy to the current situation, which included a clearly excited Sasha walking her through some of the finer points of being a submissive. Green, yellow, and red. The traffic light colors had now become something different, something important, and with a nod, she accepted it. Of course, Sasha had her at a disadvantage, kissing her on the lips before delivering the important information, but she managed to take everything in regardless.

Sasha kept doing that, planting soft little kisses to make her relax before moving on to the next step, which caused Bellamy to become stupid, nodding her head and saying words without giving it too much thought. Luckily, she wanted it. After all, she was quite sure that Sasha would get her to agree to anything, no matter her opinion on the matter.

"Green," Bellamy said softly, some excitement in her voice. She even felt an odd thrill when Sasha started calling her a puppy, telling her she could only speak to say one of the colors or beg, and that her clothes needed to come off.

Bellamy nodded, a shiver running through her as Sasha called her directly as "Puppy." She preferred Bell, loving to hear her old nickname from the lips of her friend, even if just to hold onto the affection of old. However, Puppy, she liked that too, and in an entirely different way.

As if eager to obey her first order perfectly, Bellamy slipped out of her clothes, tossing her casual outfit to the side and showing off the boy she worked so hard to obtain. Honestly, she never paid it much mind, acquiring her athletic form through a hobby she enjoyed, but she knew Sasha liked it, so she took a bit more pride in herself than usual.

When she got her next order, she continued to show off, walking over and crawling onto the bed slowly, displaying her tantalizing appearance as best she could. She even nuzzled at Sasha when she got close, displaying a bit more affection under the guise of being a harmless pupper.

In the end, she didn't wait too long, intent on allowing Sasha to take control and have her way, but she laid it on thick for the bit of time she allowed for distraction. Then, with the same enthusiasm, she turned her body, pressed her face into the bed, and lifted her ass into the air. As for the cuffs that followed, she didn't even flinch, her body heating up instead. She didn't know why, but ever since their first night, the idea of Sasha collaring her or binding her in any way sent a pleasant electric shock through her form.

So, when she found herself cuffed and leashed to the bed, she could barely control herself, practically panting from anticipation alone. Bellamy even began to whimper, letting out needy sounds in line with what she was allowed to do, begging without words as she spread her legs and gave Sasha the entry she so desired. At the moment, everything else fell away, including her own embarrassment, and she offered herself up happily.

Each finger that followed, each reassuring and prodding word, it all left Bellamy an eager, needy mess. "Green," she said again, feeling as if she said it a couple of times, speaking softly into the bed after the first. Then, she felt it, the insertion, the pleasure, and the utter happiness as Sasha said a few words that gave her hope. They had a future, and she couldn't wait to experience all of it, starting with the plug and, hopefully, the best sex of her life... Again.
 
Another time, another ten thousand times....Sasha found she wouldn’t mind it if Bellamy were the only lover she kept for a good long while. The depths of that commitment should terrify her, and maybe it would later, but for now the thought helped soothe her into this more docile state - as docile as one could be with their pet leashed to the bed anyways. The promise of another time kept her from a repeat of their first night together together; no demanding kisses or rough hands, no rushing and trying to overload with orgasm after orgasm. She went slower now, taking her time to build her pet up and explore....Bellamy was cuffed to the bed after all, there was no need to rush because there was no danger of her running away.

“There we go...there’s my pretty girl,” Sasha purred as the last of the plug sank in. She pet Bellamy from her muscular upper back, all the way down to the tip of her new tail, marveling at the coiled muscles underneath. Having this strong woman acting a puppy for her was definitely a rush, one she planned on thoroughly enjoying. “On your back now, pup,” Sasha commanded as she slid off the bed. She stripped down to nothing, treating Bellamy to a brief show as she did so. Then she slipped on the harness; inserting the dildo, the vibe, and adjusting the whole rig with a quickness and sureness of someone who wore these things a lot. The strap-on was probably one of Sasha’s favorite toys. She liked the versatility it provided, and liked having the small vibrator with it so she could pretend it was an extension of herself rather than a funny looking pink thing bobbing between her legs.

Sasha got back onto the bed, laying down next to her leashed up puppy. One hand idly played on her tummy, tracing the lines of Bellamy’s abs as she spoke, “You can have as many orgasms as you want tonight...provided they happen while my cock is buried inside this cute little pussy of yours,” she smiled, looking about as innocent as an alligator because there was something in her tone that indicated there was some other condition that would no doubt be horrible.

“But if you want me to fuck you, you’re going to have to beg,” Sasha had not forgotten how Bellamy had so adorably blushed and stumbled over her words when she had first asked for the toy. She wanted her pet a nice shade of humiliation-red and a little more sure-sounding of what she wanted.

With Bellamy leashed to the bed, Sasha could rest assured knowing that they could take as long as they needed to.

Soft whimpers and little pleas weren’t going to make Sasha bend. The ground rules were already set down, and she wouldn’t accept anything less than perfection. There was not a lot that Bellamy could do to distract her or hurry her along either. With her arms bound to the headboard, Sasha didn’t have to worry about her pet squirming too far away, or using her hands to try to feel her up and coax her to go faster. She could take her time planting feather light kisses over Bellamy’s modest breasts, lick and suck both nipples until they strained with hardness. She could really just take her time and relax while the fingers that had been playing with her lover’s abs strolled down to her soaking slit and begin to rub lazy circles over her clit.

“With conviction, pup. I’m starting to think you don’t want to cum at all tonight....” Sasha teased after awhile of hearing those pretty whines, knowing she was being the tiniest bit mean by not accepting them. Bellamy was already so soaked and swollen that she was sure to have an intense orgasm when she finally did manage to beg to Sasha’s standards.

Unable to resist torturing her poor puppy further, Sasha rolled onto Bellamy. But she didn’t line up the dildo and fuck the poor girl like she wanted. Instead she started to move down, planting kisses down Bellamy’s sternum, down the centerline of her abs, and then out to her hipbone where she started to nip and suck on the pale flesh, easily hard enough to leave a mark. “Don’t you dare cum yet, pup,” Sasha’s voice was stern as she drifted lower, nibbling her way down to a trembling inner thigh. She lazily sucked a little mark down here as well before finally moving to Bellamy’s center where she traced her tongue lightly through folds but refused to actually touch her lover’s clit no matter how much she bucked and fidgeted.
 
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Bellamy found herself in an entirely new place, coaxed into relaxation by the promise of more. Beyond that, the gentleness and patience Sasha offered her caused the inexperienced Bellamy to feel calm and at ease, far more than the passion and force they often played with. How long had she craved something so intimate from her? It may have taken her being bound and kept in place, but that only served to make Bellamy feel more secure.

It was a good thing that Bellamy couldn't talk. Despite being tied up and adorned with ears and a tail, she felt emotional enough for words she probably shouldn't say to slip from her lips. With only whines and begging, she couldn't screw up. Not when she was just a puppy.

Bellamy looked adorably at Sasha as she was complimented, blushing slightly at being called pretty. She knew how attractive she was, but hearing it from Sasha meant far more. The praise, no matter how small, was enough to make her want more, so when Sasha told her to get on her back, she complied, turning over and revealing the enticing core normally hidden beneath clothes. The position was awkward, especially with her hands bound, but it served as quite the highlight to an already delectable sight.

What awaited her was the best reward she could imagine, Sasha stripping and putting on the strap, equipped with the toy she had selected earlier. Bellamy gulped, her teeth chewing on her lip as she watched with rapt attention. She barely even registered the words that were spoken when Sasha returned to the bed, too busy admiring the beautiful woman on top of her. It was only when the words took a sharp, explicit turn that she was shocked out of her daze, an almost surprised look on her face as she blushed yet again.

Her cock. Bellamy had never much liked the word, finding it crude and distasteful. Perhaps it all stemmed from her not finding them all that impressive. Of course, she rarely even masturbated, so her life involved very little need for physical pleasure. Thus, to her, they weren't important. However, Sasha's... The moment Bellamy heard the words, her entire body heated up, and she craved it. She didn't even catch the odd tone, only realizing that something was wrong when it was spelled out for her.

Bellamy sucked in a breath, her cheeks burning hotter than before as she took in Sasha's words. She would have to beg... For her to... "Please..." Bellamy got the first words out easily, but her lips trembled in embarrassment as she tried to continue. If not for the lust in her eyes, she would have looked like she was about to cry.

For a time, she couldn't bring herself to say it, whining and squirming, begging with everything but her voice. Her eyes, her movements, the needy sounds constantly slipping out from between her lips. She needed it, and it was obvious, yet Sasha didn't give it to her. Instead, she teased her, tortured her. Finally, she couldn't take it any longer.

"Sasha... Please..." she whined, still struggling. Please... Fuck me..." she whimpered it out, cursing Sasha for being mean inside her head, her accusations clear in her eyes, tangled with expectation and lust.

Sasha's playful fingers and talented tongue were already driving her crazy. Still, it wasn't enough, and she glared, fire in her eyes. Every kiss, every suckle, every skilled movement was pushing her towards an orgasm she wasn't allowed to have, and she was losing her mind.

"Sasha, stop being so mean!" she whined pitifully, her entire body quivering as she fought against the intense pleasure being pushed further and further towards the edge. "Please, Sasha, please... Fuck me. Give me my first orgasm from a cock... with yours!"

Bellamy wasn't sure where it came from, but she felt desperate, and her words entered the open air without thought, never to return. Even then, even as humiliation pulsed through her, she couldn't stop, continuing to whine and whimper in desperation.
 
Sasha broke character, giggling softly when Bellamy demanded she stop being so mean. It was just...so reminiscent of when they had been younger, when Sasha would wrestle her taller friend to the ground and tickle her until Bellamy would howl with laughter and beg her to stop being mean (even though -she- was the one that always instigated things in the first place!) It was funny how things came full circle: Bellamy had chosen this scene and Sasha was the one being scolded for making it happen. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll be nice now, Bell,” Sasha smiled, bright and genuine and stupidly happy. She had this chance to give Bellamy something no other lover had: an orgasm with a cock. She preened at the idea, her dominant side relishing in the fact that she would be the first to claim this girl properly.

She really meant to be nice...but couldn’t resist giving Bellamy’s clit a teasing little suckle before she moved away. She couldn’t help it! It was swollen and pulsing pretty pink and taunting her like a piece of candy. Her lips wrapped around the swollen bud, tongue lashing it a few times before she released it with a wet ‘pop.’

“Okay, okay, I’m done now, I’ll take care of my good puppy that begs so prettily, and make sure both her greedy holes are full when she cums,” Sasha slid back into her role of Domme easily, not failing to point out that both Bellamy’s holes were about to be stuffed full. Even though her pet’s slit was absolutely soaked to the point that she had made a mess of the comforter, Sasha still applied some lube to the warmed up toy, prepared to use every trick and advantage she had in her arsenal to make sure she was the best that Bellamy ever had. She turned on the little vibe tucked into the harness pocket on her side, something her lover would surely feel, especially when she bottomed out. Once she’d stroked the pink phallus a few times to slicken it up, she lined it up with Bellamy’s eager cunt and pushed forward.

When she had first started wearing the strap, she’d felt awkward and had a hard time connecting to it. For a long time she’d preferred using her fingers or her mouth, things where she could actually have physical feedback...but after including the vibe and building a fantasy in her head that she could feel the extension of silicon, Sasha actually enjoyed using the toy a lot. It gave her the freedom to kiss and nip at her partner, as well as offer praise to good submissives. “You feel so good around me, pup. So hot....so wet...” Sasha panted out the fantasy, dragging Bellamy into it with her.

“After this...I’ll fuck you like a proper puppy in heat...mmph...but I wanna see your face when you cum all over my cock....” Sasha growled, she hooked arms under Bellamy’s knees and pushed her legs up and back. Her hips still jogged in a steady rhythm, but she was applying different amounts of pressure to Bellamy’s legs, adjusting her until she heard a sharp gasp. With a grin, Sasha knew she had found that spot that was going to make her neighbors hate them. She kept the other girl folded like that, hips going off like a shot, what she lacked in brutal force she made up for with stamina and speed.
 
Sasha was mean! She was mean! Bellamy wouldn't forget it, no matter how good the sex was! Giggling at her, acting all cute, being a pain when she had all of the power. Hmph. She wouldn't let her be... Probably. Even as the thought crossed her mind, her resolve weakened, sent into a tailspin at her first glance of Sasha's beautiful smile. Sasha was beautiful, but her smile stood out. It was a shame how seldom Bellamy managed to see that gorgeous part of her.

Really, all it took for Bellamy's internal blustering to calm down was that smile and a cheerful apology. Her happiness at the situation should have caused Bellamy to grow angry, but it didn't. In fact, hearing her sound so joyous only served to soothe her. Even after all the humiliating things she had to say, even while tied up and at Sasha's mercy, none of it mattered if she could see her happy.

"Ah!" Bellamy shouted, a mix of rapture and despair mixed in her high, squeaky voice. The last suckle, the pop, it all represented a betrayal, one perpetrated by the smile and her begging. She had done it, she had begged, so why had her joyous love decided to torture her so one last time? Mean!

Upon hearing Sasha's thin excuse and flimsy promise, she mean-mugged her, an ineffective mood given her circumstances. If anything, the look only heightened her cuteness when paired with the ears and the reddened face that never seemed to find a chance to cool. It didn't help that her eyes swam with desire as she was promised Sasha's attention, promised pleasure, and a promised a thorough fucking.

In lieu of human words, a rule she already flouted once despite the pretext of begging, she whined, trying her best to convey both the fact that she couldn't wait and that she didn't plan on forgiving Sasha so easily for being a bully; it didn't matter that she liked it!

The response to her whining was Sasha lining herself up and thrusting in, penetrating Bellamy and sending a jolt through her body. Immediately, she felt the urge to grab something, to hold onto the bed or Sasha one. However, without the ability to do so, she found herself unable to hold back. She whined and moaned with each movement, trying her best to remain quiet but failing spectacularly. Every small sensation, Sasha's teasing voice, and the feeling of being a prisoner to the pleasure all weaved together to drive her mad.

It didn't take long for Bellamy to lose herself, her moans filling the room without restraint. She tried to stop herself, but Sasha didn't let her, only allowing Bellamy to quiet during a kiss, and even then, most of the time was spent with them locking eyes, Sasha looking all too pleased every time Bellamy let out a whimper or moan.

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Everything after her first few orgasms was a blur. At one point, Sasha had been behind her, fucking her like a bitch in heat, like she promised, but she ended up cumming so many times that she could barely recall the details.

When her eyes opened again, she finally realized it wasn't a dream, at least not all of it. She still found herself in Sasha's bed, she was still naked, and her body felt the most delightful mix of exhausted and sensitive, making every movement come with an odd tingling.

"Sasha?" she muttered, turning her head to look at the girl that was sleeping next to her, still looking prepared for round two, if she weren't asleep. They had fallen asleep without planning to, both of them so into it and tired after a long week that everything else faded away, at least for a time. Now, Bellamy was nervous, not sure how Sasha would react. After all, the bit she did remember towards the end, after the doggystyle, had been rather intimate. Slow kisses, gentle thrusts, a lot of locked eyes, and sweet nothings passed through silence. Bellamy had never been so happy before in her life.
 
“Mrrrph...” Sasha grunted at the sound of her name, burrowing deeper into the warm body next to her. Now that she was a little more awake, she could feel the soreness settling into her abs and butt. It had been awhile since she had played with the strap; even longer still since she had used it so vigorously. She’d be content to just stay in bed and sleep off some of the tenderness her limbs felt and then do some yoga in the morning to chase the rest away.

The muscle fatigue wasn’t the only thing she’d like to avoid by staying in bed; she also hoped they could go back to sleep and not try to talk about what had just happened. There had been a lot, Sasha wanted a lot from this encounter, things she knew she couldn’t have because of Bellamy’s upbringing and their past together. And she had made it happen! Sasha had done it to herself...fucking Bellamy like that - really, making love to her as cheesy as that sounded. She had been tender and loving, planting soft kisses and murmuring even softer words of praise while she had taken her over and over again. And she could have stopped after she had pounded into her from behind! Could have left her mark as the dominant lover and called it a night after that amazing orgasm...but Sasha had wanted to -see- her fall apart again again and again. Wanted to bask in the way that Bellamy’s bright blue eyes looked at her while they were so intimately connected. She’d even been so stupid as to untether Bellamy the last round, letting the other girl hold her while they kissed and Sasha had lazily ground their hips together to a final shared orgasm.

Sasha had done all of the things she knew she shouldn’t... and she sure as hell didn’t have the mental capacity to deal with her bad choices when only half her brain cells were firing. “Go back to sleep...” she muttered, voice thick with drowsiness. She tossed her arm over Bellamy for good measure...not to hold her or prevent her from leaving if she wanted to; if anything just reassuring her that Sasha wanted her to stay.

Her phone lighting up and urgently dinging a few seconds later didn’t seem to want to cooperate with her well thought out plan of ‘pretend none of this is happening or has consequences’. She groaned, rolling away from Bellamy to check her device on the nightstand. She squinted against the harsh lighting, eyes coming into focus on a string of texts from one of her friends to see if they were still on for tonight. Sasha hated to bail...but she also hated to leave a warm bed with a pretty girl in it.... “Shit. I told David we’d go check out that bar, the Biergarten, downtown.” She sat up, quickly tapping out a reply that she’s still coming, she just needed a little bit to get ready.

“Do you um...do you want to come too?” Sasha seemed nervous as she looked over to the girl laying next to her, not because she didn’t want Bellamy there but because she didn’t want the rejection when asking her on this thing that sounded suspiciously like a date. “It’s okay if you don’t...I can call you a car or you can call a car and go home. But it looks like a really casual place...not like a club or anything so you wouldn’t have to change. Just beer, darts, and a disappointing menu because it looks like they’re trying to be a German pub. Should be fun though,” she smiled a little more confidently than she felt. She knew she got a little rambly when nervous, a bad habit she had picked up from her mom.

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Bellamy had agreed to come with her, which of course meant the two of them could fool around in the shower together. There were more kisses that were too sweet, more touches that were too gentle...but Sasha didn’t care. She was a sucker for all these little domestic displays of affection.

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True to her word, the pub kept only a terrible menu of German bar foods - free peanuts on every table, and then warm pretzels, bratwurst, weisswurst, cheddarwurst and potato pancakes for purchase. They had some bastardized nachos with chopped up sausage instead of ground beef as their last option, so Sasha ordered one of those to split with Bellamy and David; at least there were fresh vegetables on it and she could pretend it was an appropriate dinner food. The redeeming quality of the bar was their very large selection of European beers, the many TVs streaming rugby and soccer, and the two walls of dartboards. None of that digital stuff, just old school boards where the players could keep their scores with chalk when retrieving their darts.

Charlotte had shown up a little after their nachos, kind of out of the blue. David had invited all the interns but only Sasha had responded. It was strange that she came, but Sasha and David didn’t seem to mind.

“Oh they have Frankziskaner!” David said excitedly after perusing the extensive list, a true beer connoisseur. “Sasha, help me carry them over? This round’s on me, you guys are gonna love this,” really David was asking ‘Sasha please come help me get the attention of the bartender because you’re pretty and the tenders think I’m invisible’

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Charlotte had been preparing for a nice, quiet night alone to relax after a taxing first week at her new internship...when suddenly her episode of ‘Grey’s Anatomy’ and her glass of wine were interrupted by a flurry of texts from Bellamy. First of all, Bellamy didn’t really text. Second of all, Bellamy didn’t really go to bars, let alone a Biergarten. Charlotte had had to pretty much drag her to a club or bar in college, and now she was inviting her to that place that David had asked them all to go to earlier in the week?

Something wasn’t right here.

So of course, the second she was finally alone with her friend at the table, she immediately asked. “Alright. You’re acting weird. What the hell are we doing here?” It probably came out more unkind than she meant it...the place wasn’t that bad - but seriously, they were at a bar with peanut shells all over the floor. In the hierarchy of bars and clubs, they were basically in the slums right now. “I don’t think I’ve ever even seen you drink a beer. You -do- realize they’re terrible?”


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“David you know you’re like twice my size, right? Get in there!” Sasha gave him a nudge into the throng of people, half of whom were taking up space in barstools while the other half waited for a bartender to notice them.

“We can just...wait?” David eyed the crowd, not really wanting to be shoulder to shoulder with a bunch of guys.

“Yeah. If we wanted to just die here. Come on,” Sasha took him by the elbow, wriggling her way between groups so that she and her already prepared credit card could be seen by the bartender. “Hey hon? Could I get some drinks when you’re not busy,” she asked one of the tenders that was carrying a bunch of freshly poured drinks. The man nodded, finished up with with his customer and then came right over to Sasha, bypassing several patrons that had been waiting longer. “Hi!” Sasha offered a bright smile, “can I please get four of the frank-zis-kaner, four waters, and two of the framboise lambics?” She stumbled over the name of the German drink, but managed the French one much better.

“Lambics?!?!” David looked at her as though she had committed a sin.

“Not all girls want to drink strong German beer, David,” Sasha said noncommittally...even though she had specifically ordered the fruity drink for Bellamy, having remembered she tasted like something sweet when they had spent their first night together. “I’ll drink whatever they don’t, no worries.”
 
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Bellamy's energy soared as Sasha burrowed into her side, a smile appearing on her face. Sasha never expected such a scene between the two of them, even if she desperately wanted things to happen. Without uttering a word, she prepared to go back to sleep, ignoring the world for a few more hours, even a few more moments, of being with Sasha. Her arms even wrapped around her loosely, her actions almost timid, as if too much pressure would cause everything to come tumbling down.

The warm body next to her soothed Bellamy, allowing her eyes to close again. Then, for the next few moments, scenes of the exhausting experience played in her mind. Mostly, she thought about the last few minutes, the small period of time where the sex came to an end, and they continued to snuggle and kiss, tenderness and unspoken affection filling the moment. Bellamy loved her, she refused to deny it, and she believed Sasha felt the same, even if she found it difficult because of their history. Perhaps the thought lingered in desperation, but she wanted it to be true.

Yeah... I'm an idiot. How many years did I miss out on for feelings that only grew stronger?

Her thoughts broke with the dinging sound of a phone, her eyes opening as a bad feeling washed over her. Sure enough, Sasha groaned and rolled away, retracting the warm Bellamy fought so hard to gain.

What in the hell is a Biergarten?

Clearly, Bellamy's expression revealed her inner thought because Sasha looked at her and asked if she wanted to go with uncertainty, seeming as if she already knew the answer.

"If you're going, I want to go," Bellamy spoke in the middle of Sasha's attempt to give her an out, her voice firm and a serious look on her face. Even if her ignorance of Biergartens remained, she knew she wanted to remain by Sasha's side. Though, as she heard the description, she struggled to remain expressionless, even smiling softly to prevent her hatred of everything hidden. Darts sounded okay, but bad food and beer... Sasha tasted good, though. Bellamy smiled wider at that thought, so many kisses on her mind.

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The showed before they left already compensated Bellamy for what came next, their kissing and exploration enough to leave the both of them resisting the urge to return to the bedroom. Honestly, Bellamy found herself surprised that they managed to control themselves, especially with the strange urge of hers, the one that wanted to feel rope against her skin.

A slight fear of having her first fetish circled her mind, and she even whispered as much to Sasha, blushing as she did. Even if she found the thought embarrassing, she wanted to share everything with Sasha, including the humiliating bits.

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Unfortunately, Bellamy's bravery faltered when it came to spending time alone with Sasha and her friend at the so-called Biergarten. So, in a fit of nervousness, she texted, using her phone for something other than phone calls. She needed backup, and she knew that texting caught Charlotte's attention easier than a call.

When Charlotte showed up, it surprised the other two, but Bellamy showed no reaction, more shocked by something else — she liked the nachos things. She refused to admit it, but her thieving fingers made it obvious.

Only when Sasha and David left did Bellamy finally look at Charlotte, expecting her questioning.

"I know how bad they taste, but it's fine," Bellamy cringed at the thought of beer, but she wanted something else enough to endure it. Instead, her concerns were rooted elsewhere.

"I've known Sasha since I was a kid, and you know our history. When we met again, I realized I still love her, and we've had this weird off-again-on-again thing since the masquerade where I was supposed to meet Jared. I was at her place, things happened, romantic things amidst more incredible things... And now I'm here, and I couldn't imagine sitting here alone with her and the man... I don't remember his name. So I sent you a text... Message."

Bellamy barely breathed throughout her explanation, and at one point, she even showed off the cuff marks on her wrist to explain what she meant by incredible things. Of course, she managed to avoid looking too embarrassed, but that only happened because pride and happiness overwhelmed her sense of shame. She bragged, even if Charlotte's reaction failed to match her expectations. Actually, no, she found it normal. She never reacted to any of Charlotte's love stories either.
 
The most surprising thing out of the whole confession was that Bellamy had texted Charlotte specifically so she could play wingman. All the other things made sense: the kinky sex, the adultery. She had long figured it was only a matter a time before her repressed friend got into something incredibly kinky. And sneaking around while she was with Jared? Having an affair was pretty common in their social circle....not that Charlotte herself would ever want to be second place or would even consider marrying a man who wasn’t worth all of her energy, but, she knew it happened. The only truly surprising thing here was that she was at this terrible bar, playing wingman because of an insane insecurity Bellamy had. “So let me get this straight...you texted me at nine o’clock at night because you were afraid that your lesbian lover has a thing for David?” she laughed, finding it utterly ridiculous. David was cute, in fact she had tried to flirt with him a few times, but the man was oblivious!

She glanced over at the bar, seeing Sasha and David over there, both smiling and chattering away as they waited for drinks. “Well. I suppose they’d make a cute couple if Sasha wasn’t obviously out of the closet. David the shy beta male and Sasha this little ball of alpha energy. But I have to be honest, I didn’t peg you for a bottom, Bellamy,” Charlotte teased with a smile. “The boys you dated were so...scrawny.”

“But alright, I’ll help. David’s cute anyways,” she said with a shrug, then eyed the nearly demolished appetizer on the table. Some weird...nacho thing? A mutated hybrid of Latino and Eastern European cuisine? She committed to a naked chip to munch on, but wasn’t going to put whatever other nonsense was happening into her mouth. “You’re lucky your parents never made you vacation further east than France. All the food in Central Europe is like this. It’s no wonder they drink so much beer with such cuisine.”

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“Try the beer...but I have a feeling you’ll like this better,” Sasha smiled as she slid two glasses over to Bellamy: the amber beer and a very deep red lambic. The beer was bitter, hoppy, and bready of course, flavors she herself didn’t mind. But the lambic, while technically a ‘beer’ didn’t taste like one at all, it was dryer like wine, carbonated like beer, and had the sweetness of raspberries with a sour aftertaste. Charlotte didn’t hesitate in accepting the spare lambic as well, being more of a wine drinker herself anyways. This left poor Sasha working her way through two pints of beer along with David.

But even buzzed, Sasha trounced everyone in a few games of darts! Her mom had thought it very important that she learn to crush people in bar games (well really it was so she didn’t get taken advantage of by hustlers in the city), so Sasha was pretty good at things like darts, pool, and tabletop shuffleboard. It had all been good bonding for them when she had turned 21; she’d go to the bar with her moms, play games, and drink within her limits.

Because of her moms, Sasha knew her frame of reference for what a successful relationship looked like was probably a little skewed....but she still couldn’t help from wanting one that way anyways. Her moms were nearly 50 and still went on dates like two lovesick teenagers. They even -showered- together still (which was gross but kinda sweet). They had always done the domestic stuff together: grocery shopping, cleaning the house, all the little things no one ever thinks about...but Sasha had a lot of fond memories of mom in the kitchen cooking dinner and mama trying to ‘help’ and not burn stuff.

She knew not to expect too much from people in her circle though...her grandparents’ relationship was the polar opposite of her parents’. Grandma had her hobbies and charities, grandpa had his work and business functions. The staff took care of all the domestic things because they were too busy to spend those little bits of time together. The most intimate she’d ever seen them was grandpa giving grandma a kiss on the cheek. It wasn’t bad per se. It wasn’t like grandpa had a bunch of scandals with mistresses or the two of them argued and hated each other....it was just...cold and distant and professional.

She wanted something like this. Wanted the stupid dates that were a flop but turned out really good because of the company provided. Wanted the amazing fiery sex and the snuggly part afterwards... But she also wanted the little things like holding her lover’s hand or kissing them in public.

Right now she was too nervous to kiss Bellamy here... They were close to one another at a standing table, Sasha had a hand on Bellamy’s hip while they talked and waited for their turn. David and Charlotte were taking their shots at the dart board; no one was paying attention to them. She could lean right up and kiss the other girl and no one would even notice...and yet she hesitated.

Bellamy seemed to have no such qualms though. Surprising Sasha, she bent down and closed the little bit of distance between them until their lips met. Sasha smiled into the kiss, returning it tenderly. When they pulled back to breathe, she kept her forehead pressed against Bellamy’s, that smile still on her lips. “So I take it you’re having a good time?”
 
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