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myhaely · 5 months

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“What are you doing here?” His voice is a croak that instinctively makes you frown.

“I brought you soup,” you explain, closing the door and moving to the bedside. “You sounded like hell when I called and I wasn’t going to let you suffer alone.”

His eyes light up despite his pale face and he sits against the headboard, shirtless. You perch beside him. He looks exhausted, laid low by illness, but still so painfully handsome. You can’t help the response your body always has to his. You bring a hand to his cheek.

“How can I help? What do you need?”

He smiles, wrapping his fingers around yours and trailing your joined hands down to his chest in a gesture of gratitude.

“You’ve already done too much.”

Your knuckles rest against his sternum. His skin is warm, rising with his slightly labored breath. Just this small touch is all it takes. You watch his pupils dilate and are sure yours have done the same. You both know what the other is thinking.

“Actually,” he rasps. “My heart may need some attention.”

You bite your lip, a frisson of desire seizing your muscles, the heat already surging. “Yeah?” Your reply is breathy, eager. “Should I take a listen? Monitor him to make sure everything is okay?”

“Probably for the best.” He doesn’t even attempt to hide his devilish grin.

He lies down while you retrieve your toys, realizing this may be the first time you’re using them for their innocuous intended purpose…somewhat. You sit on the edge of the mattress and map the electrodes across his chest, your breath growing shorter with excitement. This is new, a shift in your dynamic. When you play you’re usually the one on your back, all attention and control honed in on your heart. To be granted free access to his is a show of vulnerability that only makes you desire him more.

You snap the leads into place, carefully aligned at each point to make sure not a single beat goes untracked. You turn on the small monitor and feel your own heart lurch with arousal as you’re granted a view of his. Steady peaks blipping across the screen, nearly taunting you to change their pace. You slip a steth into your ears, exhaling playfully on the diaphragm before resting it on his pulmonary. You fail to hold back a satisfied groan as your eyes meet his and the deep, commanding thump of him fills your ears.

“How does he sound?” he smirks, clearly goading you.

You listen intently, so familiar with the unique resonance of his heart that you actually detect something different. “A bit muffled actually.” You move the steth purposefully across his chest, ascultating each valve as his breath grows heavier. The endless drumming you adore sounds more distant than usual.

“I’d chalk that up to the congestion.” He frowns and coughs, his sweet rhythm faltering.

You look at the pinging lines on the monitor, noting the rapid shift in BPM. “A bit irregular too. You’re pacing fast and slow.”

“Maybe I need to be reminded what a heart at optimal health feels like.”

His cocky arched brow makes it clear he can practically read your mind. He knows you’re clenching your thighs together. He knows your stomach is knotting as you find yourself caught in some delicious hybrid of playmate and caretaker. But he wants to play too. There is no way you’re passing up the opportunity.

Smiling coyly, you pull out the earpieces and hang the steth around your neck. Slowly, teasingly, you open your top. His eyes grow darker as more of your skin is exposed, his chest rising faster, the monitor beeping more rapidly. You can feel yourself growing wetter just observing the effect you have on him.

Then, ever the attentive nurse, you take his hand and guide it to rest across the tremors of your own pounding heart, pressing his palm into your ribs. He swallows a hungry sound and his eyes roll closed, breathing hard through his nose. You know he’s focusing on your pumping, willing his heart to follow suit while the sound of you fuels the stiffening bulge under the blanket. Placing the steth back in your ears you focus on his tricuspid. What had been a soft, recovering beat has become a sequence of excited thumps. Their dance across the monitor proves your assistance is working to shake off the sluggishness. You watch and listen, moving the bell over his muscles again, trailing your fingers across his heated skin each time. All care and attention devoted to him and his gorgeous heart.

“Well this certainly seems to be helping.” You can’t help but be smug.

His eyes open and he grins. “Restoring vitality?”

Leaning into your role, you place two fingers on his carotid and give him a disapproving look. “Should I scold you and caution you to stay relaxed?”

Then you bend your lips to his ear and let the fingers at his throat trace down his wonderfully sculpted torso until they rest over his stiffening cock. You lower your voice to a purr. “Or encourage an attempt at…more rigorous activity so we can test the strength of your precious pump?”

The monitor chirps loudly beside you and you feel him squirm as he curses under his breath. “Well, I am a firm believer in exposure therapy.”

You smother his smarmy expression with a kiss, tongues probing hungrily into each other’s mouths as you wrench your clothes aside and straddle him, sliding down onto the cock engorged by the beats he is drumming out in your ears. He watches, open-mouthed with hands on your hips as you begin to rock, setting the pace you want to see his heart match as he glides in and out of your pulsing channel. Your steth never leaves his chest, capturing each vital beat, monitoring his reactions to your stimuli. The familiar sound of him washes over you, his heart returning to the loud, punching beat you always hear when he’s inside you.

“How do I sound now?” His voice rumbles and your eyes roll back. You piston harder with your knees.

“Good,” you gasp. “So fucking good. Steady and rising. Deep. Strong enough to fuck me, that’s for sure.”

His eyes glint, a mirror of your cardiophilic desire. That same raging fire within you both that can never be doused. You plant your hands on his ribs, palm pressing your steth deep into his tricuspid. If he wants therapy, you’ll require some effort.

“Now, go harder.”

Following doctor’s orders, he begins to fuck up into you, driving his hips to meets yours so that you slam together on each thrust. You moan, angling your hips to grind your clit against his pelvis, the rhythm of his body massaging you inside and out. The sounds of the monitor helps remind you to keep focus and play out your role, rather than melt into the beating plaything you normally are during your trysts. You keep your eyes on the monitor to see how this added exertion draws the peaking lines closer together, witnessing the jagged artwork he draws with each needy thump.

“That’s it.” You praise him, out of breath as you use your body to nurse strength back into his.

It quickly becomes clear he is using himself as a metronome, matching his thrusts to the ringing sound of his own heart. You’re overwhelmed with his heartbeat, flooding your senses and setting the pace of your bodies writhing together. Your eyes don’t know what treats to feast themselves on: his peaking beats or his ecstatic expression. Or should you close them and hone your mind on the vital throb which fills your ears, the healing beat of life and pleasure that you yourself evoked.

Instinctively you paw at him, hands scrabbling across his chest both to hold on and to find some way closer to his drumming muscle.

“Go ahead,” he urges. “Do it.”

You pause. “What?”

He halts his thrusts and wraps his hands over yours, pressing them hard into his sternum.

“You want to pump my chest, don’t you? Press my heart under your hands.”

You cunt clenches around him and you know he feels it. You’ve never played this way before, but would be lying to say you hadn’t fantasized about it, hadn’t had a recurring dream of fucking and giving him compressions simultaneously. He knows. Of course he does.

“Do it,” he encourages. “I want you to. I want my nurse to make me beat.”

Fuck. Somehow he always managed to turn your special treatment of him into a gift for yourself. Hands nearly shaking with anticipation, you interlock one over the other on top of the steth and begin to press, resting your weight, daring to tease. Eyes locked, his tell you not to hold back.

Then his hands are back on your hips, cock driving at the pace of the pinging monitor and you fall in sync, pumping his chest as he pumps into you. Everything is sensation. His beats slamming rapid in your ears and thrumming under your fingers. The feeling that you’re conducting them, pressing over his heart, forceful and recursive. Your own heart punching behind your ribs, insistent on joining in the chaos, and the two of you fucking viciously to the symphony of it all. Pumping hard, pumping fast, thrusting and compressing in perfect reciprocal rhythm.

Soon enough the peaks on the monitor become erratic, his heartbeat a jumble in your ears. His breath sharpens and both of you tense your limbs, closing in on the finish. The tension between your flesh is too tight to do anything but relent, and you break first, constricting around him desperately. You writhe your hips over his but your hands never rest, relentlessly squeezing your ecstasy into his heart.

With a shout he erupts, solid cock beating within your walls as heat blooms. You moan helplessly, clenching, milking every tremor. Feeling him add another pulse to your body always makes you shudder, jerking as if he were cardioverting you with the electricity of his release. Both of you gasp, brains offline while you float together. You stop compressions and feel a possessive thrill to see the red marks you left on his skin. You leave a palm in place and are reassured to feel the way his heart pounds fiercely against it. You knew the call of your own heart and body could restore his to full vigor.

But you can’t contain your need of him. Even though he’s still inside you, you want more. You want to listen to his heart until you’re fast asleep. Moving the steth with clinical focus again, you listen to his thunder abate as his breathing slows and he steadily descends back to rest. He has proven his strength, but you’ll keep watchful ears and eyes over him and the muscle that causes you such delight until he is in top form.

“You hungry little thing.” He smirks up at you.

“I prefer attentive.”

Cracking a smile, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you to lie on his chest, tucking your head beneath his chin. “I think your treatment worked well.”

“I agree.” You finally set aside your steth and move to plant a kiss over his heart, feeling it drumming against your lips. You snuggle into him. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” he sighs into your hair, arms holding you tight. “Always better with you.”

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Having fun with my patient monitor 🥰🥰

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Story Content and Summary - 4,440 words. Ginnie and Holly take a break from real health drama in favor of fake health drama in a CPR play session. Explicit sex. 🏳️‍🌈

Previous installment: Don't Sweat It

Ginnie

“I’m so glad you don’t have a roommate,” Ginnie gushed for probably the third time. She was on her back on Holly’s rug, sprawled artfully in an old t-shirt and shorts. Ginnie ran her fingers over the fluffy rug as she spoke.

“You’re awfully talkative for someone in cardiac arrest,” Holly said, voice wry as she stepped back into the room.

Ginnie blushed, heat rushing from her chest up to her face. “Sorry…”

Holly crouched beside her, smiling. “I’m only kidding. Don’t worry. Are you nervous?”

“A little bit,” Ginnie admitted.

Holly planted her hands on either side of Ginnie’s head, then leaned down and kissed her forehead. “You know that we can do something else, right?” Holly waggled her eyebrows in a cartoonish display of suggestion.

“I want to play with you, Holly.” Ginnie was quick to reassure her, reaching up to take Holly’s face in her hands. She pulled her in for a kiss. When she opened her mouth, Holly deepened the kiss, her tongue gliding between Ginnie’s lips. Ginnie let out a low moan, first of pleasure, then of frustration as Holly pulled back.

“It’s good I came back in here. We need to go over the rules.” Holly looked so serious, despite being only a couple of inches from Ginnie’s face. Ginnie nodded.

“If one of us wants to stop, we stop,” she said, reaching up to stroke Holly’s face.

“If you feel unwell, or I hurt you, you’ll tell me.” Holly’s voice was firm, though her raised eyebrows asked a question.

“I promise.”

“I’ll check your pulse periodically just to be safe. Let’s see how you’re doing now.” Holly trailed her fingertips up Ginnie’s neck and then pressed them into her pulse point.

“I’m sure it’s fast,” Ginnie said, laughing. Her eyes were on Holly’s chest, scoping out the curve of her flesh beneath her top. “I can tell you aren’t wearing a bra, and it’s all I can think about.”

Holly grinned. “Your heart feels excited.”

“Is there anything we need to practice before we get started?” Ginnie asked. “We know how to do mouth-to-mouth…”

“Compressions,” Holly said, kissing Ginnie’s jaw before shifting her stance. She reached down to trace Ginnie’s ribcage through her shirt. “How much pressure to use… I don’t want to hurt you.”

Ginnie felt Holly’s hands settle over her sternum. Her pelvic floor tightened, and her heart beat even faster. “Do what you think would work, and I’ll give you feedback.”

Holly nodded, seeming to gather herself. She looked both nervous and excited. “Okay. Please, let me know if it’s uncomfortable.”

Her shoulders sank fractionally. Ginnie felt the tiniest increase in pressure and exclaimed: “Much harder than that!”

Holly let out an amused huff of air. “Take two…”

This time, she pressed much more firmly. Ginnie let out an involuntary squeak as her sternum shifted and her stomach rippled. Holly immediately jerked her hands away and gasped: “I’m sorry! Are you okay?”

“No, I mean yes! I’m sorry. It just startled me.” Ginnie blinked up at Holly, assessing how she felt. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears and felt herself already growing wet between her thighs. “It was strange. Hot, but strange.”

“I have an idea,” Holly said, sitting back on her heels. “How about we do this on the bed? I’m less likely to hurt you, and I could use the CPR board.”

“What’s a CPR board?”

“It’s like a short backboard, meant to create a firmer surface and a better angle for CPR. I ordered one online when we first started talking about doing this.” Holly rested her hand on Ginnie’s hip. “I want to see you laid back on it, with your head tipped back and your nipples staring up at me.”

Ginnie groaned. “Holly, if you keep talking like that, I’m going to come before we get started.”

This made Holly grin. “You like dirty talk.”

“I like it when you do it,” Ginnie said. “You’re so sexy.”

Holly ran her hand up Ginnie’s side, slipping beneath her shirt. She pressed her hand to the skin just below Ginnie’s bra. “You’re so excited I can easily feel you here. You know how to make a girl feel confident, hun.”

“Is there anything else we need to practice?” Ginnie grinned up at her. “I know, I’m impatient.”

“So, I didn’t buy a training AED, but I got pads and I will have all the sounds playing on my phone. I thought that you could listen for me to call out ‘Clear’ and then you can jerk like I’ve just defibrillated you.”

“Okay.” Ginnie bit her lip, thinking. Then she flinched, tensing up her chest muscles and letting her hands and feet jerk. “How’s that?”

Holly responded by leaning in to kiss her. They made out for a few moments, all hands and mouths, until Holly broke the kiss with a gasp. “We’d better get started, or we will never get there! Ready?” Holly held out her hand.

“To the bedroom,” Ginnie said, taking Holly’s hand and letting her pull her to her feet.

Moments later, Ginnie curled on her side on top of the bed, her eyes closed, breathing deeply as she listened for the door. She heard it open, then Holly called out: “Ginnie, are you up?”

Ginnie took another few deep breaths and then held her breath, listening as Holly approached the bed.

“Ginnie? We need to get ready. Hey!” Holly sounded casual, so far unconcerned. The bed moved as Holly crawled across it and laid her hand on Ginnie’s arm. She shook her gently. “Kitten?”

Ginnie let the movement rock her body, her head slipping forward off the pillow. Holly shook her again, harder this time. Then she felt Holly’s hand on her stomach, resting flat there for several seconds before she brought her hand up to Ginnie’s nose.

“Ginnie!” Holly called out, her voice sharper this time.

Holly’s a good actress, Ginnie thought. I hope I can play dead properly to match.

She was getting close to needing a breath. Fortunately, Play Holly had realized something was terribly wrong with Play Ginnie. Holly rolled her onto her back, rough enough that Ginnie could hide her exhalation of stale air and draw in a subtle, deep breath. “Ginnie! Take a breath!”

Ginnie felt the pillow come out from beneath her head, heard it hit the floor. Then Holly��s hands grasped her hips, dragging her further from the headboard.

“Come on, Ginnie!” Holly’s warm hands tipped her head back, fingers found and pressed against her carotid artery. Ginnie opened her eyes to slits and saw Holly pop up, exclaiming. “No!”

Ginnie expected her to start compressions and was trying to figure out how to take a breath without it being obvious. Instead, Holly pinched her nose closed, giving her just enough time to exhale before Holly sucked in an audible breath and pressed her soft mouth over Ginnie’s. Her exhalation made Ginnie’s chest rise. Ginnie let the air escape, and Holly filled her again with warm breath.

This time, Ginnie didn’t exhale, and Holly shifted over her, quickly tracing her ribcage and clasping her hands over Ginnie’s sternum. “Breathe, Ginnie!” Holly called out, and then she started pumping.

Ginnie immediately understood why they were on the bed. The mattress absorbed a lot of the force, making Holly’s compressions bouncy instead of effective. Ginnie, who was typically comfortable with her body, wished for Holly’s sake that she had larger breasts that would wobble and shake as Holly worked on her. Especially in a bit, when the plan was to cut open her shirt.

“…eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen…” Holly counted each compression without fail. Ginnie felt herself slowly relaxing into the play, her analytical and self conscious thoughts fading into the background. Instead, she let her slitted gaze drop to Holly’s chest. Holly’s were the breasts that were bouncing, hidden beneath her shirt but unrestrained by a bra. Ginnie could see her nipples through the fabric and had to resist a strong urge to reach up and touch them. Instead, she focused on letting her held air escape her lungs. “…twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!”

“Breathe, Ginnie!” Holly urged, thumbing open Ginnie’s mouth before sealing her lips wide over Ginnie’s. The air rushed into her, sating her air hunger and sending a pulse of arousal straight between her thighs. Their lips made a fwhump sound as Holly broke the seal, letting Ginnie exhale before she gave her another deep breath. The air rounded out her cheeks before entering her lungs, sating her need for oxygen.

Holly changed position, one leg swinging over Ginnie’s hips and her hands coming back down between Ginnie’s breasts. The compressions resumed, Ginnie watching Holly as she moved over her; breasts bouncing and her short top riding up to expose her stomach. “…five, six, seven, eight….”

If she allowed it, there was enough to Holly’s compressions to force air out of her lungs. The huffing noise was arousing, along with the feel of breath escaping her. She found if she timed it properly, she could take in a little air on the recoil. The room filled with the sound of her air puffing out, Holly’s rhythmic counting, and the soft thump of Ginnie’s body being forced into the mattress.

“…fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty… Come on, Ginnie! Twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine thirty!” Holly stretched out over her, grinding against Ginnie’s pelvis as she pinched her nose. Her other hand grasped Ginnie’s jaw, holding her face in place as she breathed for her. Instead of two breaths, Holly gave her a series of five. The breaths made her lightheaded, a sensation that should have been unpleasant but nearly made Ginnie moan instead. Holly was close enough that Ginnie’s breasts brushed Holly’s with each breath. She wished they were already naked.

Then Holly started thrusting her hands between Ginnie’s breasts again. “Come on, kitten. Breathe, or I might have to use the defibrillator on you. Eight, nine, ten…”

Holly finished the round, but to Ginnie’s surprise, she reached for the bottom hem of her shirt before she gave her breaths. It was for the best, because the sight of Holly peeling her shirt over her head was enough to take Ginnie’s breath away. Holly cupped her breasts for Ginnie’s benefit, thumbs stroking her nipples. Then leaned over to breathe for her. Ginnie’s chest heaved once, twice. Then the bouncy compressions resumed. This time, Ginnie’s half-lidded gaze stayed on Holly’s breasts, bouncing as she pumped up and down. Her brown nipples were hard, and Ginnie briefly imagined herself sucking on them.

“…twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!” Holly’s breaths this round were half kiss, half respiration, and when she started chest compressions, they were even more forceful. The bed creaked and thumped, and Ginnie felt heat wash over her at the thought of the neighbors listening in. When Holly hit thirty, she gave Ginnie two more breaths and then gasped: “I need to get the AED!”

Holly climbed off of her, the bed shaking as she hopped off and hurried over to the closet where she’d stashed her phone, medical shears, the AED pads, and the CPR board. Shortly after, Ginnie felt the bed shake again and then Holly was slipping her hands under her arms and heaving her torso upright. Ginnie let her head sag back, hair hanging in a curtain and her neck stretched and exposed. “This will help with CPR, Ginnie. You just have to beat your heart and take a breath, hun!”

It was, Ginnie noticed, already getting harder for Holly to sound upset. She seemed to default to breathy desire; Ginnie imagined how wet she’d be if she could touch her now. Holly held her body up with one arm, sliding something cool and hard beneath her back. When Holly lowered her back to the mattress, she found her spine was arched, thrusting her chest up. Her head fell back off the board, opening her airway.

Holly leaned forward and closed Ginnie’s nostrils, her other hand resting on her right breast as she breathed. Ginnie knew she’d feel her nipple poking through the fabric into Holly’s palm. A second breath, then Holly’s hands stacked over her sternum, and she thrusted down into Ginnie’s chest. The CPR board made her compressions feel more forceful, though Ginnie could still feel the bed bouncing beneath her. Each pump forced her abdomen to pop up and shifted her sternum enough to feel almost real, though they were still shallow.

Holly’s eyes were on Ginnie’s as she rocked her shoulders over her hands; Ginnie assumed she was trying to ascertain if she was causing her pain. Ginnie winked, and Holly’s mouth pulled into a crooked grin.

“Come on, Ginnie!” she said, trying to put a little desperation into her voice. “Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one…”

Holly

Holly was trying to make the experience last, but as she leaned over Ginnie and pressed her into the CPR board, all she could think about was cutting off her clothes so she could see the effects her bouncy compressions had on Ginnie’s body. It was time to give her breaths, so Holly brushed the hair out of Ginnie’s face and covered her mouth, enjoying her scent and the feeling of her skin. After the second breath, Holly slipped her fingers down to just beneath Ginnie’s jaw, pressing firmly into her carotid artery.

Ginnie’s pulse beat strong and fast under her fingertips, matching the slight flush spreading across her cheeks and down her neck. Holly groped for the shears, then said: “Need to get these clothes out of the way!”

Her girlfriend’s lips quirked, though otherwise she lay still. She’d closed her eyes, and when she wasn’t trying not to smile, she did a good impression of unconsciousness. Holly interpreted that as trust and felt warmth grow in her chest as she snipped the bottom hem of Ginnie’s shirt.

She ran the scissors up Ginnie’s chest, cutting quickly through the old t-shirt, then snipping the center of her bra. The cups sprang back, and she quickly pushed the scraps of her shirt open. Holly dropped the scissors back on the bedspread, intending to cut through the rest of her clothing soon. She wanted to maintain as much realism as possible by not leaving her without compressions for more than ten seconds at a time.

The skin between Ginnie’s breasts was slightly pink but otherwise unbruised, so Holly stacked her hands there and started compressions again.

“One!” she called out, her eyes on Ginnie’s body. Despite being shallow, the compressions made Ginnie’s trim stomach pop. Holly let out a low moan. The little huffs of air escaping Ginnie’s parted lips were hot. Her breasts wobbled slightly and her nipples were so hard they looked like pink pebbles resting atop her skin. “…seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one…”

Ginnie let her body move with the compressions, her head and feet rocking slightly. The CPR board helped to keep her head in place, but it still swayed side to side, making her look very much like she was limp and unresponsive.

“Thirty!” Holly gave Ginnie two quick breaths and then reached for the AED pads, trailing the leads out to the side before she pulled off the paper backing of the first pad and pressed it to the skin above Ginnie’s right breast. She opted for another round of compressions before applying the second pad.

“Hah, hah, hah….” The air escaped Ginnie as Holly worked on her. She could feel Ginnie’s ribcage depress slightly with her altered compressions.

“Breathe, Ginnie! Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen…”

“Hah, hah, hah, hah…”

“…twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four…”

Ginnie let out a moan, slightly breaking character.

“…twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!” Holly reached for the second AED pads with one hand, then leaned over and kissed Ginnie, their tongues briefly entwined before she sealed off her nose with a pinch. Two breaths, then Holly peeled off the paper backing and pressed the pad to Ginnie’s side, her hand curving around her ribcage and brushing up against her breast.

Holly switched to one-handed compressions as she reached for her cell phone and unlocked the screen. She’d found a programmable soundboard app and filled it with AED phrases. Holly tapped the screen and the phone announced: “Apply pads and plug in the connector.”

Another press, and: “Analyzing rhythm. Do not touch patient. Analyzing rhythm. Do not touch patient.”

Holly waited a second and then pressed the sound that indicated Ginnie didn’t have a shockable rhythm. “No shock advised. Resume CPR for two minutes!”

“No!” Holly exclaimed, quickly pressing her hands to Ginnie’s sternum. “Please! One, two, three, four…”

Ginnie lay like a coding patient, eyes open again and locked in the air, limbs limp, belly rippling as Holly pumped. Holly finished the round and gave her two more breaths before reaching for the shears again. This time, she snipped through the sleeves and straps of her shirt and bra, then through the leg holes of her shorts and underwear. She tossed the shears onto the nightstand and resumed the altered chest compressions.

Without the waistband of her shorts in the way, Ginnie’s stomach popped and rippled. Holly glanced at her phone to see how much time she had left; thirty seconds. She stopped compressions and pressed her fingers into Ginnie’s femoral pulse.

Ginnie’s heart hammered beneath her fingertips. Holly slid her fingers further south, parted Ginnie’s thighs, and swept her fingertips through the wetness she knew she’d find there. Leaning over, Holly whispered in her ear. “I knew you’d be wet, kitten.”

Then she gave her another pair of breaths and pressed the “analyzing” button on the soundboard.

“Analyzing rhythm. Do not touch patient. Analyzing rhythm. Do not touch patient.”

Holly slipped out of her shorts and dropped them on the floor. She wasn’t wearing underwear.

“No shock advised. Resume CPR for two minutes.”

“Come on, kitten! Give me something I can work with! One, two, three…” Holly tried to make the compressions even bouncier, making Ginnie’s body rock as she worked. Ginnie lay limp, her right arm visible beside her body, fingers curled limply.

To Holly’s surprise, Ginnie’s other hand moved, fingers running up the inside of Holly’s thigh. The rest of her body remained limp, but the fingers glided higher until they touched Holly’s own wetness . Ginnie slipped her fingers inside of her. Gasping, Holly spread her knees wider, giving Ginnie more access as she continued to perform modified CPR.

Holly leaned over, panting, before she dragged in a breath to give to Ginnie. She inflated her lungs twice. As she resumed compressions, Ginnie’s thumb found her clit.

The sensations were heaven. Her hands on Ginnie’s chest, thrusting her down against the CPR board. The sounds Ginnie made as the air escaped her lungs. The look of her mostly limp body draped over the CPR board, breasts quivering and her stomach rippling with each compression. The feeling of Ginnie’s fingers inside of her and her thumb massaging her swollen clit.

Holly moaned as she counted, her breath coming hard. She took them through another few cycles, then reached over and tapped another button on her smartphone screen.

“Analyzing rhythm. Do not touch patient.” This time, Ginnie’s fingers pumped in and out of her while they waited, a third joining the two already buried inside of her. “Analyzing rhythm. Do not touch patient.

Holly impatiently tapped another button. “Shock advised. Charging. Do not touch patient.” As a high-pitched whine filled the air, Holly gave Ginnie a handful of forceful, bouncy compressions. She felt Ginnie remove her fingers. “Shock advised. Charging. Do not touch patient. Press the shock button. Do not touch the patient.”

“Alright, Ginnie! This is it! Clear!”

Ginnie bowed up, her spine briefly arching off the CPR board. As soon as her body relaxed, Holly pressed the “Shock delivered, resume CPR for two minutes” button and began pumping Ginnie’s chest again. Ginnie slipped her fingers back inside of Holly and started pumping hard and fast, grinding upward with her palm.

Holly couldn’t count now, moaning over Ginnie, the sound of her own moisture squelching in her ears. She kept bouncing over Ginnie, well past thirty, until her orgasm swept over her.

Ginnie

The compressions were making her chest ache, and the rush of air in and out of her was making her lightheaded. Still, she didn’t want to stop. Her eyes were fully open now, gazing up at Holly as she drove her into the mattress. Ginnie watched in delight as Holly’s face changed, her lips opening and her head tipping back. The compressions finally stopped as Holly let out a loud, low moan and pulsated around Ginnie’s fingers. Holly shuddered and braced herself on the mattress, leaning down to give Ginnie a gasping, sloppy kiss.

“Ohh my God.” Holly said, her legs shaking as Ginnie withdrew her fingers. “Ginnie...”

She took a series of deep breaths, coming down slowly. Then Holly asked: “What would you like to happen now, Ginnie?” She ran her hand down Ginnie’s body and cupped her sex.

Ginnie trembled inside, both from Holly’s touch and the idea of putting into words what she wanted. She gazed up at Holly, taking in how lovely she looked, naked and flushed, hair slightly mussed. Finally, as Holly traced lazy circles around her clit, Ginnie said: “I want to touch myself while you bring me back.”

Holly leaned over to kiss Ginnie again. “Anything, kitten.”

Ginnie reached down, her fingers replacing Holly’s. She spread her legs but let the rest of her body relax, head tipping back just as Holly reached for her face. Holly was gentler now, closing her nose with a softer grip and holding her chin in place with her fingertips. Her full lips created a seal over Ginnie’s mouth and then her warm breath puffed out Ginnie’s cheeks before sinking down her airway and into her lungs. Ginnie moaned on the exhale, bending her leg to give herself better access. Another breath from Holly, as Ginnie dipped her fingers into her own arousal and then trailed them over her nub.

Holly moved over her, shifting so that her hands were stacked over Ginnie’s sternum and her arms were pressing her breasts together. She began pumping in the same bouncy rhythm, her voice clear and confident as she counted. “One, two, three, four…”

Ginnie circled her clit in the same rhythm, her huffs of air coming out more like quick moans. “Unh, unh, unh…” She felt her stomach pop each time Holly’s hands pressed down, let her head wobble side to side.

“…twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen…”

Holly’s hands felt wonderful pressed between her breasts, shifting her sternum slightly over and over and over again. Ginnie knew she wouldn’t last long like this, not with the tingling sensations running back and forth between her chest and her clit. She brought her right leg up, knee bent and toes curled, giving her access to slide her middle finger inside herself. She ground her palm down and her hips up, panting as she writhed.

Holly bent to give her breaths, spending a few seconds kissing her sensually before inflating her lungs. She reached down and massaged Ginnie’s chest, fingers concentrating on her nipples as they rose with a second, third, and fourth breath. Ginnie couldn’t keep up the pretense of being unconscious now, both hands moving between her thighs as Holly pumped her chest again. “One, two, three…”

“Oh! Don’t stop!” Ginnie gasped. “Don’t stop!”

“Come for me, kitten! Ten, eleven, twelve…”

Her body rocking with the bouncy compressions, Ginnie came, her back arching and pressing her chest up against Holly’s hands. Her legs shook, and she gave a keening cry, one that was quickly swallowed up by Holly’s mouth. Holly broke the kiss to give her another breath, which tipped Ginnie into another series of spasms. Her body quivered as she laid there gasping, suddenly weak. She felt Holly pull the CPR board and her ruined clothes out from beneath her.

Then Holly gathered her in her arms, pulling the blanket up from the foot of the bed to cover them both. Ginnie clung to her, breathing hard. Holly rubbed her back in slow circles, whispering in her ear.

“Shh, kitten. Just take a deep breath. You did so well.” Holly reached down and pressed her fingertips into Ginnie’s thigh crease. “Your heart is beating so fast. Let it relax. Just breathe.”

“Holly,” Ginnie started, only to find she couldn’t remember what she wanted to say. “Holly…”

“I know, kitten.” Holly leaned back, her hand coming between them to trace the red marks between Ginnie’s breasts. “I hope I didn’t bruise you.”

“Don’t mind,” Ginnie said quickly, her mind slowly gathering itself into a semblance of order. “Worth it.”

“Thank you for doing that with me.” Holly pulled her close again, pressing them skin to skin and kissing her forehead.

“I trust you,” Ginnie felt herself relaxing, her heart rate slowing. “I don’t think I’ve ever trusted anyone like this before.”

Holly was silent, so silent that Ginnie wriggled and pulled back to see her face. Holly looked anxious, her cheeks pink and her eyes wide.

“What’s…” Ginnie was the one rubbing Holly’s back now. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No!” Holly exclaimed, shaking her head vehemently. “You’re wonderful. It’s me. Ginnie, I want to tell you something, but I’m nervous.”

Ginnie pulled her close again. “Do we need to sit up? You can tell me anything.”

Holly took a sharp breath, her breasts swelling, their soft skin pressed against each other. She slipped her leg over Ginnie’s, pulling her even closer. “Ginnie…”

Ginnie bit back whatever words she was going to say and waited, focusing on the movements of Holly’s body as she breathed. Her ribcage expanding, her belly rounding and deflating. The quiet sound of the air exiting her mouth before being pulled back in. She trailed her fingertips up and down Holly’s spine, reveled in her soft skin.

“I love you, Ginnie,” Holly said. She trembled in Ginnie’s arms and drew a deep breath as though to say something else. She didn’t, however, lapsing into silence.

Ginnie realized she didn’t feel surprised, anxious, or worried. She didn’t feel trapped or turned off, or empty like she had when girlfriends had told her this in the past. She didn’t even think she needed twenty-four hours to process like she often did. She felt warm, protective, and protected. Happy. Feelings she could identify without having to look at her therapist’s feelings wheel.

Ginnie squeezed her girlfriend tight. “I love you, too, Holly.”

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Don't Sweat It, Pt. 1

Story Content and Summary - 4,460 words. Ginnie and Holly have a weekend together, unaware that a dangerous medication interaction will interrupt their plans. Part One content: Hurt/comfort, explicit sex. 🏳️‍🌈

Previous installment: Practice

Ginnie

The bus was too hot.

Ginnie clutched at the strap above her head, almost too high for her to reach. She stood buried in a pack of warm strangers, forced to smell their scents and feel their clothing textures. Sweat poured down her face and neck, trickling down her spine. She’d put in her noise-canceling earbuds, but they didn’t seem to help. She felt as though the commuters were all shouting over each other.

Ginnie’s body buzzed with discomfort, and she briefly closed her eyes, trying to reduce her level of stimulation. She had to open them again almost immediately, however, as the heat sent a wave of nausea rolling over her.

Don’t barf on the bus.

Don’t barf at all.

Jesus, you’re going to be disgusting by the time you get to Holly’s.

This time, a wave of despair hit her, and she felt her eyes water. The bus rocked to a stop as she rubbed her face on her sleeve, and people shuffled around her. Her backpack was in the way, jutting out from her back, but she didn’t feel comfortable holding it down near her feet like a lot of passengers did. She needed a free hand.

The bus rose from the curb and headed on to the next stop, which was, mercifully, Holly’s stop. Holly had promised to meet her there, which Ginnie thought was very sweet, though now she regretted she wouldn’t have time to collect herself.

Ginnie swayed with the movement of the bus, the fingers of her free hand tapping on her thigh. Her running shoes, tied to her backpack, swung back and forth as she rocked. She still sweat profusely, and felt damp patches growing under her arms and between her legs. The man to her side sniffed and stepped closer to her, forcing Ginnie to wedge herself tighter against the woman standing on her other side.

Finally, just as Ginnie’s breathing increased in pace and she could feel her heart pound in her ears, she felt the bus slow and edge toward the curb. Ginnie twisted to face the side entrance, muttering: “I’m getting off. Excuse me! I’m getting off!” She’d somehow gotten further away from the stairs than she’d intended, and she felt a rising sense of panic that she wouldn’t be able to get off the bus when it stopped.

“I need out!” she exclaimed, slightly louder, before releasing her handhold and pointing her hands into a wedge in front of her. One man shuffled to the side, but everyone else stared at her, no one quite sure where to go in the packed compartment. The smells in the bus seemed to warp and worsen as she pushed toward the exit. Hands brushed her arms, her legs, her stomach, her ass.

The bus rocked to a stop, and the doors swung out. Ginnie let out a panicked gasp and forced her way between two people, her shoes swinging wildly behind her. Then she staggered down the steps and put into the sunshine.

Ginnie stood on the sidewalk, agitated and disoriented, her skin wet and itchy. Her hands shook as she wiped sweat from her face, and her breath came fast.

Holly abruptly stood in front of her, warm eyes worried. “Ginnie?” She heard Holly’s voice, faint over the music from her earbuds.

Ginnie fumbled with her earbuds, slipping them into the case she had wedged in her pocket. Without the noise cancellation, she could hear herself breathing, teetering on the edge of hyperventilation. Seeing Holly actually made everything a little worse; she’d wanted so badly to show up at Holly’s place looking cute and acting easy breezy, and now that was entirely ruined. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she sucked in a shuddering breath.

“Ginnie, what—” Holly reached out, her hands hovering in the air between them. She frowned slightly, and then her eyebrows went up. “Let me take your bag? Please?”

Ginnie nodded and started shrugging out of her backpack. Holly helped her, then swung the bag over her own shoulders as Ginnie wiped her face again.

“Hey, I don’t want to overwhelm you, but are you okay?” Holly ushered Ginnie off the sidewalk and into the grass. “You look like I ought to take your pulse, hun.”

Holly looked so worried that Ginnie extended her hand, palm up.

Holly cradled Ginnie’s wrist in her hand and pressed two fingers to her damp, delicate skin. A breeze kicked up, stirring Ginnie’s limp hair and laying a cool hand across her brow.

“That’s not so bad,” Holly said. She held onto Ginnie’s arm, watching Ginnie’s face. Then she leaned over and pressed a kiss to the inside of her wrist. “Sorry, I just got a little worried. You look like you might fall over or take off running. I’m not sure. I… I want to ask you what happened, but maybe after we get to my place? Do you feel okay to walk?”

Ginnie nodded, and Holly grasped her hand and led her gently back onto the sidewalk. Ginnie clasped Holly’s hand between both of her own, the touch of skin on skin like an anchor binding her to the earth when moments before she thought she would fly apart. She didn’t even mind so much that her hand must be unpleasantly moist in Holly’s; if Holly noticed, she wasn’t saying anything.

The walk to Holly’s apartment was under five minutes, and they took the elevator at Holly’s insistence. “I don’t want you to exert yourself, hun. You look red in spots and pale in others.”

Inside Holly’s apartment, she encouraged Ginnie to sit on the sofa while she got her a glass of water. Ginnie hunched over it with both hands wrapped around the cool glass, occasionally taking sips. Finally, she said: “I had a bit of a meltdown, I think. Just a bit.”

“Do you want a hug?”

Ginnie nodded, but she blurted out: “I’m really sweaty.”

“That doesn’t bother me, Ginnie.”

Ginnie nodded again and sat her glass on the coffee table. “Okay.”

Holly scooted closer and wrapped her arms around Ginnie, pulling her against her chest and drawing her head down toward her shoulder. “I’m sorry you had a bad trip, sweetheart.”

“It was so crowded on the bus,” Ginnie whispered.

“I saw that from the bus stop! I hate it when it gets like that!”

“Everyone was touching me and it was so loud and smelly. And I’m taking this new medication and I think it makes me sweat!” Ginnie sighed. “I wanted to look cute when I met you. Instead, I look like a wet rag.”

Holly pulled back enough to kiss Ginnie’s damp hair. “You look very pretty, Ginnie. Sweaty, yes. But very pretty.”

Ginnie lifted her head, intending to ask Holly to kiss her. The other woman anticipated her question, pressing her full lips to Ginnie’s pout. Holly’s kiss was soft but firm, and when they came up for air, she pressed a series of pecks to Ginnie’s jawline and cheeks. Ginnie giggled, relaxing back against the sofa.

“Good,” Holly said. “There’s your smile.”

“Smiling is really easy when I’m around you, Holly.” Ginnie watched with pleasure as a dusky blush crept across Holly’s cheekbones.

“That makes me happy.” Holly leaned back next to Ginnie. “So you started a new medication? Are you okay?”

Ginnie took Holly’s hand. “Yeah, it’s just for anxiety, mostly. Bu…. Bupropion? I’m still taking that beta blocker from the cardiologist, too.”

“It makes you sweaty? That sucks! Think it will get better? We have a bit to go until fall or winter!” Holly reached over and plucked a strand of hair away from Ginnie’s neck. “I hope you aren’t uncomfortable for long.”

“I hope it gets better! It has other side effects, too.” Ginnie, thinking of those side effects, felt a fresh wave of heat roll over her body, settling in her cheeks.

“Oh?” Holly gave her a sidelong glance. “What? What is it?”

“It makes me extra horny,” Ginnie said, her voice low and quiet.

“Ooh!” Holly said, grinning. “I like the sound of that!”

“I hope you meant it when you said ‘Netflix and Chill.’”

“Oh, I did,” Holly said, letting her hand drop onto Ginnie’s thigh. “I do. Do you want to take a cool shower before we start? We can put on our pajamas and I’ll set out the snacks and find something we can pretend to watch…”

Neither of them had said anything overtly sexual, and yet Ginnie could feel her body already responding. She was a little surprised; she was afraid her experience on the bus would wipe her out. But she was tingling, from her lips down to her leg beneath Holly’s hand, to the slickness between her thighs. Ginnie leaned toward Holly and gave her another quick kiss. “A shower and pajamas sounds fantastic.”

“I think you’ll feel a lot better after.” Holly stood, reaching down to pick up Ginnie’s bag and then extending her hand to Ginnie. “I’ll show you where everything is. Use anything you want.”

Ginnie accepted the hand up, murmuring a “thank you” and reaching for her bag. To her embarrassment, her hand trembled.

“Maybe we can talk about ways to see each other or times to see each other that don’t involve you getting sardined into a bus,” Holly said abruptly. Ginnie looked up at her in time to catch Holly’s look of concern. “I’m really sorry that happened, Ginnie.”

“The bus isn’t your fault. I like coming here because you don’t have a roommate. Aspen is… We would have to just stay locked in my room the whole time.” Ginnie grimaced. “I actually feel a lot better than I thought I would. Don’t worry.”

“Well, let me carry your bag to the bathroom, hun. I’ll show you where the towels and the hair dryer are.”

Holly

When Ginnie came out of the bedroom a half hour later, she looked refreshed and sweet in her mauve shorts and tank top set. She flashed Holly a smile.

“I’m sorry that took so long. I didn’t want to blast myself with hot air, so it took a long time for my hair to dry.” Ginnie’s hands flapped at her sides as she gave Holly an appraising look. “I like your pajamas.”

Holly was wearing her own pair of short shorts, paired with a cropped t-shirt. “I like yours, too. I’ve got snacks on the table if you’re hungry. And I have soda and sparkling water in the fridge.”

They curled up together on the sofa, mostly ignoring the snacks, while Holly clicked through a few selections on Netflix. Holly draped her arm around Ginnie’s slim shoulders and pulled her closer.

“I don’t know what to choose,” she said finally, laughing. “I don’t actually care what we watch.”

“Do you want to just turn on some music?” Ginnie shifted, leaning back to better see Holly’s face. “I would like to make out with you more than I would like to watch a movie. To be honest. If that’s okay.”

Holly laughed, a deep-throated chuckle, and immediately clicked off the television, tossing the remote on the coffee table. Then she said: “Hey, Google. Play ‘This is girl in red’ on Spotify. Volume level thirty.”

The smart speaker on the end table bleeped and then the sound of indie pop filled the room. Ginnie slid her arm around Holly’s waist. “Very on the nose. I like it.” Her fingers trailed back and forth across Holly’s exposed skin, slipping beneath the crop top to trace her bottom rib.

Holly bent her head and kissed Ginnie’s sweet bow mouth, heard her inhale sharply Ginnie’s hand curved around Holly’s side, her thumb brushing the underside of her breast. Holly dropped her hand onto Ginnie’s thigh, running up and down the smooth expanse of skin. She felt Ginnie’s hand slide higher, and then her mouth suddenly broke from Holly’s as she gasped: “I can feel your heartbeat there!”

“How does it feel?” Holly asked, kissing Ginnie’s neck.

“Fast…”

“You caught me,” Holly whispered. She put her lips by Ginnie’s ear. “I want you, bad.”

Ginnie’s breath caught, and Holly took advantage of her open mouth to kiss her again, her tongue slipping past her lips. Ginnie rewarded her with a moan that vibrated against her lips. They spent the next few moments kissing, hands stroking each other’s skin. Ginnie’s hand cupped her breast, her thumb circling the nipple until it was taut and sensitive.

“I want to take your shirt off,” Ginnie said when they came up for hair. Holly raised her arms, leaning away from the back of the sofa as Ginnie grasped the hem and pulled the shirt up and over her head. She laid it over the back of the sofa and then reached for Holly, palming both of her breasts and then cupping them in her small hands. “You’re so beautiful, Holly!”

Then she bent over and lapped her tongue over Holly’s right nipple, her lips closing around the nub. Holly let out a huff of air and fell back against the sofa, her hands cupping the back of Ginnie’s head, smoothing her corn silk hair. The sensation of Ginnie’s mouth suckling her nipple shot straight between her thighs, making her roll her hips restlessly. Ginnie switched to the other side, though this time she nipped gently with her teeth. The gesture surprised Holly, a low moan escaping her.

Ginnie moved over her, straddling one of her legs and giving Holly a deep kiss. Holly reached for the bottom of Ginnie’s shirt, pulling it up her back. Together, they pulled the shirt over Ginnie’s head and then they embraced, naked chests pressed against each other and mouths crashing back together. Holly ran her fingertips up Ginnie’s sides, felt her shiver. Then she reached down and grabbed her ass, sliding her hands beneath Ginnie’s flimsy shorts.

Holly thought about gathering Ginnie up in her arms and laying her flat on the sofa, but her mind countered with an image of Ginnie spread out on her bed. She pulled back and gasped: “I want to take you to the bedroom. Is that okay?”

“Yes, I—”

“Just hold on to me, hun. Wrap your arms around my neck and hold on.” As soon as Ginnie’s arms came around Holly’s neck, she stood, gripping Ginnie’s ass firmly with both hands. The smaller woman clung to her, legs and arms wrapped tight, their breasts pressed together and Ginnie’s lips close to Holly’s ear. Holly heard her giggle, her own mouth breaking into a broad smile.

In the bedroom, she bent over the bed, gently laying Ginnie out across the bedspread and feeling proud that she could do so smoothly and without dropping her on the mattress.

Ginnie immediately reached up, exclaiming: “Oh my God, Holly, you’re so strong!” before pulling her down for a kiss. Holly laughed as their lips met, her face and chest growing warm. She lowered herself on top of her girlfriend, slipping her thigh between Ginnie’s. She felt Ginnie’s small, soft hands touching all over her, running up her sides, sliding up and down her back, gripping her shoulders, palming her breasts.

Ginnie ground up against her and gasped: “Roll over, Holly. I want to see you!”

Holly kissed her temple and then moved off of her, slipping off her shorts before rolling onto her back. She raised her arms and let her hands rest by her face as Ginnie kneeled on the bed beside her, her hands coming up to cup her own small breasts.

“You’re so beautiful, Holly.” Ginnie reached down and ran her hand up Holly’s thigh to her hip. Then she bent close and pressed a kiss to Holly’s sternum. Ginnie’s lips were warm as she kissed down Holly’s abdomen, pausing at her mons. “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” Holly said breathlessly. “It’s very okay.”

“Scoot around,” Ginnie said, grinning. “I don’t want to fall off the bed.”

Holly complied, pleased to see Ginnie’s shorts come off while she was rearranging herself. Holly kept herself shaven, but Ginnie had a trimmed tuft of fair hair between her thighs.

Ginnie crawled up Holly’s body to give her a lingering kiss, then sank back down, her hands guiding Holly’s thighs open. She laid down between them, kissed the insides of both. Holly felt Ginnie’s hair brush her most sensitive skin before she raked her hair back and scooted closer, one arm wrapping around Holly’s leg. Then she felt Ginnie’s fingers press against either side of her opening, rubbing gently.

“You’re pretty down here, too.” Her breath ghosted across Holly’s wetness, sending a shiver through her. Ginnie kept massaging, her touch growing firmer as Holly’s blood rushed south, making her swollen and needy as she lay splayed out on the bed. Then Ginnie moved her other hand around to draw a series of wide circles around Holly’s clit. Holly’s hips bucked involuntarily, and Ginnie leaned in and dragged her tongue from the bottom of Holly’s opening, through her wetness, and over her clit.

Moaning softly, Holly pushed herself up onto her elbows, wanting to see Ginnie’s mouth on her. Ginnie glanced up, colored pink, then flashed her a brief smile before returning her mouth to Holly’s sex. Quiet slurping sounds filled the air as Ginnie’s head bobbed, her wet mouth working on Holly’s clit. Then Holly felt the tip of Ginnie’s finger trace around her opening, gently prodding.

“Is this okay?” Ginnie asked.

“Yes!” Holly gasped as Ginnie’s lips puckered, drawing her sensitive nub out from beneath the hood. One of her slim fingers slipped inside and began pumping in and out, followed quickly by a second. Holly flopped back on the mattress, reaching out to rest her hands on Ginnie’s head. Her hips moved of their own accord, rocking gently against the fingers inside of her. “Don’t stop!”

Ginnie increased the speed of her fingers, her body shifting so that she had a better range of movement. Her ass came up into the air, providing Holly with an excellent view of her hips. She was panting and moaning now, her pelvic floor tightening as the sensations built. Her hands clutched the back of Ginnie’s head as her tongue and fingers danced and pumped. Holly felt Ginnie suck hard on her clit, followed by the flick of her tongue, and the contact sent her over the cliff. Her back bowed and her eyes squeezed shut, a loud groan of pleasure escaping her.

She felt Ginnie move with her as her muscles contracted, as she made a strong effort not to pull too hard on Ginnie’s hair. She had just enough clear thought left to be fascinated that Ginnie seemed to know just when to back off, her mouth moving to plant a kiss on Holly’s mons, her hands stroking her thighs. Holly laid still for a moment, languidly catching her breath. “Come here,” she said, gesturing for Ginnie to come lay next to her.

Ginnie cuddled up beside her, looking somehow both fragile and satisfied with herself. She leaned in for a kiss, and Holly tasted herself on Ginnie’s lips. Holly rolled toward her, slipping her hand between the two of them, reaching for the tuft of hair between Ginnie’s thighs. Ginnie was soaking, and Holly’s first touch was enough to make her moan into their kiss.

Holly encouraged her to bend one knee and open herself, then rubbed her palm over Ginnie’s sex. “You’re so wet! I like how that feels…”

Ginnie made a small noise, a high-pitched mewl. Her back arched, and Holly pressed her mouth to the skin of Ginnie’s neck, suckling a path down toward her collarbone.

“I like that noise, kitten.” The new endearment slipped out of her, a surprise that seemed to fit. She nudged Ginnie onto her back and slid down so that her face was in line with her slit. Ginnie’s fair pubic hair glistened with arousal, and when Holly nuzzled her, she moaned and writhed beneath her. Holly grasped Ginnie’s thighs and pressed them wide. “I think I want to invest in some toys. A vibrator for sure.”

Ginnie’s moaned in affirmation. Holly pressed her thumbs on either side of her slit, massaging and stroking and watching as her girlfriend began to roll her hips, trying to push her attentions higher.

“My favorite toy is a strap on,” Holly said, grinning as Ginnie gasped. “I like to give. Would you like me to buy one?”

Ginnie sucked in a quick breath to answer her, and Holly swept the flat of her tongue up to and over her clit. Ginnie tasted clean and tangy, her slit soaked with arousal. The other woman’s back arched, and she gasped out: “Yes!”

Holly flicked her tongue rapidly over Ginnie’s clit, holding her hips in place with her forearm. Then she trailed her fingers over Ginnie’s opening, teasing her with her fingertips. “Do you want me to penetrate you now?”

“Please!” Ginnie gasped. “Please, Holly!”

Holly slid her middle finger inside, suckling Ginnie’s clit as she did so. Ginnie cried out and drew her legs up, her hands shooting out to grip the bedspread. Holly added her index finger, pressing and rubbing up into her girlfriend’s depths. She flattened her other hand against Ginnie’s abdomen, holding her in place while she pleasured her.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” Ginnie’s voice was high-pitched and breathy.

Holly increased the pace of her thrusting fingers. Ginnie’s legs moved erratically on either side of her head and she began to make quiet unh unh unh sounds, her breath coming ragged and fast. Then, as Holly lavished her clit with attention, Ginnie’s back suddenly bowed and Holly felt her muscles pulsate around her fingers. She let out a cry, her legs trembling as Holly continued to pin her hips down, holding her in place.

Her body relaxed for a few seconds and then bowed up again, a more guttural cry tearing from her throat. Holly slowed and then removed her fingers, planted a kiss in Ginnie’s wet center. Then she crawled her way up beside her and drew her trembling body into her arms.

Ginnie cupped her face in her hands and kissed her. “Oh my God, Holly.”

“We’re good together,” Holly said. She pressed a kiss to Ginnie’s damp forehead. “I’d do that with you anytime, kitten.”

Ginnie smiled, then yawned. Holly pulled her upright and then turned back the covers, inviting her to slide in beside her. They wriggled their way underneath the covers together and laid there in a soft tangle until they fell asleep.

Ginnie

Sometime later, Ginnie woke with a start, aware she wasn’t home but uncertain where she was. She laid there for a moment, fingers groping the unfamiliar sheets, eyes straining in the dark.

Holly’s familiar, comforting scent grounded her.

Holly’s place.

Ginnie relaxed, curling toward her girlfriend’s warmth in the dark. This was their first night sleeping together; she was bound to wake up a few times in confusion. She slid her arm over Holly’s sleeping form, expecting her to be warm and soft. It startled her to find her rigid and shaking. A worrisome noise, a cross between a whimper and a gasp, made Ginnie sit up in the dark.

“Holly?” Ginnie groped around for her shoulder and squeezed it. “Holly! What’s wrong?”

Holly let out a moan, and Ginnie shook her gently, wondering if she should try to turn on a light. On the third shake, Holly came to with a gasp, her eyes glinting in the dark.

“Holly! Were you having a bad dream?” Ginnie ran her hand up and down Holly’s arm, distressed that she didn’t know what was wrong or how to fix it. She heard Holly sniffle. “Hold on, I’m going to turn on a light!”

“Hey, Google,” Holly said, her voice shaking. “Turn on the bedroom lamp.”

The light on Holly’s side of the bed clicked on, and Ginnie was dismayed to see tears tracking down Holly’s cheeks. Her eyes looked wet and lost, wide in the lamplight. “Oh, what’s wrong?! May I hug you?”

“Please.” Holly’s voice wobbled, and when Ginnie wrapped her arms around her, she turned her face into Ginnie with a shudder. “I’m sorry I woke you.”

“No, it’s okay!” Ginnie squeezed her tight. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Holly was silent for several seconds, then she whispered: “You know, normally I would say that’s okay, we can just go back to sleep. And then lay here not sleeping.”

“You don’t have to tell me,” Ginnie rubbed her back. “And you don’t have to lie here in the dark. We can go watch a movie.”

Holly squeezed her back and then pulled away, swiping the back of her hand across her eyes. She dropped her hands down into her lap and spoke, her voice muted. “I keep having these nightmares.”

Ginnie rested her own hands on her thighs, fingers tapping as she waited.

Holly wrapped her arms around herself. “I’m in a dark place, alone. I’m… in pain, but I can’t move. It’s cold, and… I don’t know why it’s so scary, it just is!”

She sounded so sad that Ginnie reached out instinctively and put her hands over Holly’s.

“I know it doesn’t sound that frightening. But it seems like it goes on forever and I’m just in anguish and I can’t do anything about it.” Holly heaved a sigh. “It’s been happening since I got out of the hospital.”

Ginnie reached up and smoothed Holly’s hair, then wiped the tears from her cheeks. “I’m sorry. That sounds horrible. I’m so sorry that’s happening to you. Oh, Holly…”

“Lay back down with me,” Holly said, clasping Ginnie’s hands and pulling her down with her as she laid her head on her pillow. “I’ll be okay. It’s nice having someone here. It’s nice having you here.”

Ginnie laid beside her and then gestured for her to come closer. “Come here. I’ll hold you.” She directed Holly’s head onto her chest and they arranged themselves beneath the covers. Holly’s hair felt silky beneath her hand as she stroked it. She knew they wouldn’t be able to sleep the rest of the night like this, but she would let her limbs go numb if it meant Holly felt better.

“Do you have bad dreams?” Holly whispered. “About what happened to you?”

“Sometimes, yeah.”

“I dream about that, too.”

“And I have nightmares about what happened at the restaurant. To you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Literally none of it is your fault.” Ginnie continued to stroke her hair. Holly’s scent soothed her own nerves, and she relaxed into the mattress. “You saved me. And you survived. The rest is just anxiety, I think.”

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Practice

Story Summary and Content - 4,834 words. As promised, Holly teaches Ginnie CPR. Semi-explicit sex. 🏳️‍🌈

Previous installment: First Date.

“I really like your place.” Ginnie stood in Holly’s living room, eyeing the exposed brick and large windows. “Though I bet it gets cold in here in the winter!”

“It does.” Holly slipped her arm around Ginnie’s waist. Ginnie was wearing a soft, long tank top and a pair of leggings, and she felt nice pressed against her. “I have a lot of blankets. Was it a long trip on the bus?”

“Only because I was impatient.” Ginnie turned into Holly and tipped her face up to the light.

Holly dipped her head, pressing her lips to Ginnie’s. She ran her fingers into the silk of Ginnie’s hair and heard her make a soft noise of satisfaction. When they ended the kiss, Ginnie’s eyes traveled across Holly’s face and her hand came up tentatively to rest over Holly’s heart.

“The bruises are all gone?” Ginnie asked, her voice soft.

“Faded away. Nothing hurts. I feel normal.” Holly arched an eyebrow at Ginnie, her tone light despite the serious nature of the conversation. “What about you?”

“I’m fine. I take my beta blocker like I’m supposed to and go to my cardiology appointments. Everything looks fine. She said I probably won’t be on those forever.” Ginnie leaned her head against Holly’s shoulder. “I’m supposed to get regular exercise, so I started running again.”

“I can help you get exercise,” Holly said, her voice wry.

“That sounded dirty.”

“I mean…”

Ginnie giggled. “Are we going to practice now?”

Faint heat spread across Holly’s cheekbones, but she grinned and nodded, gesturing at the items laid out on the coffee table. She’d laid out gloves, first aid supplies, different types of ventilation barriers, and a borrowed Laerdal Mini Anne mannequin. “I thought we would make use of my fluffy rug. I vacuumed it for you.”

She watched, both surprised and endeared, as Ginnie kicked off her shoes and dropped onto the rug on all fours, her hands splayed out in the fluff.

“I approve,” Ginnie said, laying down and then rolling onto her back. She brought her arms up, tucking her hands behind her head. “This is great.”

“Um.” Holly kneeled beside her, then leaned over Ginnie, carefully sweeping her blonde hair back. Then Holly planted her hands on either side of Ginnie’s head. “I’d like to kiss you.”

“Please, do…”

Holly leaned closer, her eyes taking in Ginnie’s facial expression. Everything was still so new; Holly was afraid to rush her. But Ginnie seemed relaxed, her eyes slightly unfocused at this distance. Holly kissed her. Their lips felt nice together. Ginnie’s were soft, her mouth sweet.

“Is that official first aid procedure?” Ginnie asked when Holly pulled back. Her mouth curled in a sweet smile. “Or do I get special treatment?”

“You get special treatment.” Holly moved one of her hands to Ginnie’s shoulder. “So, this is actually a good place to start. We can go over the recovery position and your ABCs.”

“I learned my ABCs a while back,” Ginnie said, raising her eyebrow and grinning.

“Not those ABCs, silly!” Holly squeezed Ginnie’s shoulder, then traced her collarbone with her thumb. She smiled down at Ginnie, then tried to school her expression to something more serious. “Hey, listen. If at some point anything upsets or bothers you, just tell me and we will stop.”

Ginnie nodded earnestly. She had a faint scattering of freckles across her cheeks. “You, too, Holly.”

“I promise. Ready?”

“I’m ready.” Ginnie pulled her hands out from behind her head and put her arms down by her sides. “Rescue me. Or show me how.”

Holly squeezed Ginnie’s shoulder. “So, if someone is unconscious, you wanna start by trying to get their attention. You can tap them, call their name loudly. I’m not gonna demonstrate because I don’t think you want me to yell in your ear.”

“That’s accurate,” Ginnie said, grinning.

“So if they don’t respond, this is where the ABCs come in.” Holly put on her best instructor voice. “Do you know what that stands for?”

“Oh! I do remember that! Airway, Breathing, Circulation!” Ginni’s cheeks grew pinker the longer Holly leaned over her.

Holly brushed her knuckles against Ginnie’s cheek. “Right!”

“I know how to open an airway,” Ginnie said. Her face took on a mildly anxious look, and she turned her gaze off to the side. “At least, I don’t think I made it worse…”

“You were perfect,” Holly said, quick to reassure her. She put her hands to Ginnie’s forehead and her chin, gently tipping her head back. “Can you feel that? I bet it’s easier to breathe.”

Ginnie took a deep breath and relaxed, her face in Holly’s hands.

“Yes,” Ginnie breathed. “It’s like… yoga. Meditation. I would probably fall asleep if we stayed here like this.”

“I’m going to look, listen, and feel for signs of normal breathing,” Holly leaned her ear toward Ginnie’s mouth. “For ten seconds. Is it okay if I put my hand on your chest?”

“Yes!” Ginnie squeaked out, her skin flushing pink. Holly moved her hand from Ginnie’s chin to her chest, resting on the skin above the neckline of her top. Ginnie’s breath quickened, and Holly could feel her pulse beneath her palm. Thump-thump! Thump-thump! Thump-thump!

“Our patient is breathing,” Holly said. “So we want to put her in the recovery position.”

“Go for it.”

Holly huffed out a laugh and nodded. “Alright. So I’m going to take your arm that’s closest to me and cross it over your chest. Then I’m going to take your leg closest to me again, and bend it.”

Ginnie’s hand was cool to the touch when Holly grasped it, crossing Ginnie’s arm over chest and laying her palm on her shoulder.

“Are you cold?” Holly asked, rubbing her hand up and down Ginnie’s arm.

“I just have cold hands. And feet.” Ginnie laughed. “But yours are warm!”

“Well, let me know if you get cold.” Holly gently bent Ginnie’s leg at the knee. Then she reached for her shoulder and hip. “Then you turn your patient on their side. Make sure their hand stays up by their mouth. Um… like a little vomit ramp.”

“Ew! Really?” Ginnie asked, struggling to stay still as Holly rolled her.

Holly adjusted Ginnie’s hand, then leaned back, resting her hand on Ginnie’s hip. “Yeah, sometimes people barf, and it can be very bad if they inhale it. Anyway, that’s the recovery position. If you haven’t already called 9-1-1, you wanna do it now because if your patient is still unconscious there’s something wrong. And then you just make sure they continue to breathe.”

Ginnie pushed herself up and turned toward Holly. “Thank you. Could I practice? On you?”

“That’s the idea!” Holly laid down on the rug, smiling up at Ginnie. “Then I’ll grab the mannequin. And maybe some wine? I have to clean her after, anyway.”

“That sounds nice.” Ginnie took Holly’s arm. “So, I fold your arm across your chest like this… Then I bend your knee.”

Holly tried to keep herself limp, her limbs putty in Ginnie’s hands. She allowed Ginnie to roll her onto her side and felt her adjust the placement of her hand. Ginnie had petite hands that she moved delicately, her touch soft.

Ginnie leaned over and pressed a kiss to Holly’s cheek. “You are recovered.”

Holly grinned and moved onto her back. Ginnie looked down at her, face frames by a curtain of hair. Holly reached over and laid her hand on Ginnie’s knee. “Good job. Kiss me for real?”

The kiss was sweet, heating up as Ginnie laid her hand on Holly’s side, her fingers wrapping over her ribcage. Holly let her lips part and Ginnie deepened the kiss, reaching up with her other hand to rake her hair out of her face. A moment passed, or several. Holly wasn’t sure. Then Ginnie broke the kiss and said: “I want to kiss you, but I also want to learn CPR.”

“Okay,” Holly said, pushing herself up onto her elbows. “CPR now, kissing later?”

“Yes, please.” Ginnie blushed often, Holly realized, and she was doing it now.

Holly moved onto her knees, pausing to ask: “Would you like some wine? White, since we’re about to make out with the mannequin?”

“That sounds great. What kind?”

“I have a dry Riesling. Would that be okay?”

“I have no idea,” Ginnie said, shrugging. “I trust you. I am still pretty new to wine.”

“It’s good,” Holly said. “You can stay on the floor. I’ll be right back.”

Holly hurried through retrieving and opening the wine, her eyes flicking periodically back to Ginnie. The other woman had her arms wrapped around her knees as she eyed the small CPR mannequin on the coffee table. Ginnie looked so sweet and pretty to Holly, sitting there with her spine straight and her hair loose, her petite features serene.

Holly poured wine into each glass and then pushed the cork back into the bottle. “I hope you like it!” she called out, bringing the glasses into the living room. She handed a glass to Ginnie and watched her sniff the contents.

“It smells good,” Ginnie said, before holding the glass out toward Holly. “Cheers?”

“Cheers!” Holly clinked her glass against Ginnie’s and took a sip, watching Ginnie expectantly.

Ginnie slipped from her glass and nodded enthusiastically. “Oh, this is good!”

“Awesome!” Holly drank some more wine, then sat her glass on the table, reaching for the mannequin. She sat it on the floor, just past the edge of the rug. “So, this one is especially odd-looking, but it was easier to get on the bus. And cheaper to replace if something happened to her.”

“Her?”

“Not everyone’s nipples are in the same place!” Ginnie exclaimed, laughing.

“Her name’s Anne. Poor Anne is always in cardiac arrest. Anyway, I know you said you took a class before, but I’ll go ahead and show you what to do.” Holly scooted over next to the mannequin and got into position. “So, they used to tell people to follow the nipple line, but—”

“Exactly! So you’re feeling for their breastbone. Their sternum. You want to stack your hands like this…” Holly interlocked her fingers and placed the heel of her hand on the lower half of the mannequin’s sternum. “Straight arms, shoulders over your hands. Want to try?”

“Yeah, thank you.” Ginnie smiled at Holly. “This is not so bad. Anne’s kind of silly looking, and it makes it easier to not be scared.”

“I’m glad,” Holly said, scooting a few feet to the side to make way for Ginnie. Then she guided her over the Mini Anne mannequin, one arm around her shoulders. “Yep, leaning forward like that. Good placement for the hands. Now, aiming for a two-inch depth, you want to push down.”

“Two inches, two inches, two inches,” Ginnie muttered, then she rocked herself over her hands and the mini mannequin made a clicking sound. Ginnie rose up and then rocked into her hands again. “I like that clicking sound! So I do thirty of these and then two breaths?”

“Actually,” Holly said, leaning back to give Ginnie some room. Ginnie kept compressing the mannequin’s chest, a rhythmic click emitting each time. “Current bystander guidelines—that’s what you are, a bystander—are for compression-only CPR. The exception would be for asphyxiation, such as drowning. Then yes, thirty compressions to two breaths.”

Ginnie, who’d been pumping away while Holly spoke, stopped and looked with wide eyes over her shoulder at Holly. Her voice came out in a shocked whisper. “Holly… Oh, but Holly…”

“Oh!” Holly exclaimed, immediately realizing what the problem was. “You did the right thing, Ginnie. You didn’t hurt me. They only switched to compression-only CPR because so many people took too long to switch back and forth, or refused to do CPR at all because they didn’t want to do the breaths. You did a good job, Ginnie. Thank you.”

Holly reached out and rested her hand on Ginnie’s back, rubbing in a slow circle until Ginnie nodded and looked back down at the mannequin.

“Was I going at the right speed?” Ginnie reached for her wineglass and leaned back on her heels. “I was singing a song in my head.”

“‘Staying Alive’? Ha! Yeah, you did a great job. I am not certified to certify you, but if I could, I would.”

Ginnie took another sip of wine, a thoughtful expression on her face. After a moment, she said: “I expected ‘Circulation’ to involve checking for a pulse.”

“Pulse checking is above your pay grade. But I’ll show you anyway.” Holly sat her wineglass on the coffee table and stretched her hand out toward Ginnie. “Give me your wrist?”

Ginnie stretched out her arm, palm up, and Holly cradled her wrist in her hand. Then she took two fingers and ran them down the inside of Ginnie’s arm, smiling when she giggled. She settled her fingers on the correct spot and applied a small amount of pressure. Ginnie’s pulse beat against her fingertips; a good, average pace. Not too slow, and certainly nothing like that day in the stairwell. It was a calming rhythm.

“Right there,” Holly said. “That’s your radial pulse.”

“What’s the one in the neck called?”

“That’s your carotid.” Holly reached up and pressed her fingers to Ginnie’s neck. “Right there.”

“I should have guessed that,* Ginnie said, sighing. “You’re groping arteries!”

Holly laughed. “I am groping arteries.”

To her surprise, Ginnie reached up and took Holly’s hand, pulling it down and clasping it between both of hers. “Hey, um. What about the third spot?”

“The third spot?” Holly asked. “Oh! You mean femoral? The groin?”

“Yeah,” Ginnie whispered.

“You’ve seen that one?” This question came out tentative and worried. Ginnie’s face reflected anxiety instead of the humor from seconds before. Ginnie nodded, but she didn’t speak. Holly asked: “When I got hurt?”

Ginnie looked down and nodded again.

“Oh. Okay.” Holly wanted to ease the tension and hopefully steer things back in the right direction. “Um… Hey. This calls for a sip of wine.”

That made Ginnie smile, even if it was weak and tremulous. They disconnected from each other long enough to pick up their glasses and drink. Holly sat back on her heels, considering Ginnie. Her cheeks were flushed, hair slightly mussed. She still looked anxious, but her posture was open, her shoulders visibly relaxing as Holly watched.

Ginnie glanced up at Holly. “I’m sorry I brought the mood down.”

“You’re fine, hun.” She reached out and rested her hand on Ginnie’s leg. “We had some intense experiences.”

Ginnie nodded, draining her glass before she sat it on the table. She seemed to mull something over. Finally, as Holly finished her own glass, Ginnie asked in a soft voice: “Would you like to feel my femoral pulse?”

Warmth gathered between Holly’s thighs. Her eyes widened. She nodded, watching as Ginnie laid back down on the rug. Holly sat her empty glass on the table and stretched out alongside Ginnie, leaning over her. Ginnie shifted, opening her legs and bending her outside knee. Her own heart racing, Holly reached out and found the top of Ginnie’s thigh through her leggings. She slid her fingers along the crease, searching for the right spot.

Her femoral pulse was a little difficult to locate through Ginnie’s leggings, but when Holly found it, she glanced up at Ginnie’s face. The other woman was chewing on her bottom lip, her eyes on Holly’s hand.

“There it is,” Holly murmured. “Is this okay?”

“Yes. How does it feel?” Ginnie’s voice was breathy and curious, her eyes intent.

“It’s distant. Almost didn’t find it through your clothes. Nice, healthy rate, though.”

Ginnie swallowed and looked up, giving Holly a rare moment of eye contact. “Would you like to try without my leggings?”

Want, or need, lanced through Holly. She felt Ginnie’s pulse pick up the pace. Holly nodded. “I would.” No pretense about it being a better demonstration. Just desire.

Ginnie slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings and pushed them down, arching her hips off the floor. Holly helped her, rolling the tight fabric down Ginnie’s legs and off her feet. Holly couldn’t help herself, running her hand all the way up Ginnie’s leg and along the edge of her underwear. She pressed her fingers into Ginnie’s skin, her eyes falling closed as she felt her rapid pulse against her fingers.

With her eyes closed and her attention dialed in, Holly caught an unmistakable whiff of musky arousal. She opened her eyes and shifted her hand, pressing her palm to Ginnie’s thigh and finding her pulse with her thumb. Ginnie’s face was pink again, her eyes dilated and her lips parted.

“You like this,” Holly said, the words slipping out of her before she could think them through.

“Yes,” Ginnie whispered. Her lips trembled.

Holly stroked her skin. “Want me to show you how to find your landmark on a person instead of a mannequin?”

Ginnie nodded, and Holly moved her hands up to her abdomen, stroking her sides through her shirt. “I won’t hurt you, okay? I’m just showing you where.” Holly traced her fingers along the bottom of Ginnie’s ribcage, grinning when Ginnie shivered.

“That tickles!”

“This is your sternum.” Holly ran her fingers over Ginnie’s top, tracing a line between her breasts. “You’re aiming for the bottom third.”

Then she stacked her hands, pressing them between Ginnie’s breasts. Her fingers overlapped the soft flesh, and she felt Ginnie’s nipple pebble underneath the cloth. Holly straightened her arms and moved her shoulders over her hands, though she didn’t press down.

“You want to keep everything straight like this,” Holly said. “That way you can more easily push down two inches. If you do it at an angle, it will be too hard to push down enough.”

Ginnie nodded. She moved restlessly, her fingers tapping against each other and her thighs rubbing together. “That makes sense.”

Holly removed her hands, leaning down to kiss the skin just above Ginnie’s neckline. Simultaneously, she moved one of her hands just under Ginnie’s left breast, palm pressing firmly. “I can feel your heart here, too.”

Holly gave Ginnie a chaste kiss. The smaller woman was panting, and reached up to stop Holly from sitting up. They kissed gain, deeper this time, the taste of wine on Holly’s tongue.

When they came up for air, Ginnie stroked Holly’s cheek. “May I practice on you?”

“Yes!” Holly leaned back so Ginnie could sit up. Then she reached for the hem of her shirt. “I’ll make it easier for you to see what you’re doing.”

Holly peeled her shirt off and dropped it to the side. She could feel Ginnie’s eyes on her as she laid herself out on the rug. When she looked up, Ginnie leaned down and kissed her.

“You’re very pretty,” Ginnie said, her voice soft and reverent. “And it’s okay for me to touch you there?”

“It’s more than okay.” Holly took a steadying breath. “You can touch me anywhere you want. Anywhere, Ginnie. Do you understand?”

“I understand. I’ll take you up on that.” Ginnie brought her hands to Holly’s sides, hesitating before she touched her. “Of course, I don’t want to tickle you, but it’s probably gonna happen.”

“It’s okay. I promise.”

Ginnie bit her lip, but she trailed her fingers along Holly’s ribcage anyway, then up over the butterfly clasp of her bra. “The clasp marks the spot?”

“That’s it!” Holly watched as Ginnie pressed her hands over her sternum and moved her shoulders into place. At first, she kept her fingers elevated, trying unsuccessfully not to press into Holly’s breast tissue. Then she relaxed, letting her fingers curl naturally. “Exactly the right spot.”

“Your head,” Ginnie said suddenly. “It’s not tipped back.”

She lifted her hands from Holly’s chest and brushed Holly’s hair back from her forehead. Holly felt her slim fingers under her chin, and then Ginnie tipped her head back, extending her neck. To Holly’s surprise, Ginnie delicately pinched her nose and then leaned down and pressed her lips to hers.

Holly parted her lips to accept Ginnie’s tongue as it plunged into her mouth. Ginnie released her nose so that she could breathe, though she kept her fingers in place. Her other hand slipped down, stroking Holly’s neck and chest before massaging her left breast through her bra. Holly reached up and slipped her fingers into Ginnie’s hair, cupping the back of her head and keeping her face close to hers.

They kissed like this for a while until Ginnie pulled back and whispered: “I wonder what it feels like to have another person breathe for you.”

Holly felt like her own breath stalled in her lungs. “I wondered if you remembered. You briefly woke up…”

“No.” Ginnie shook her head. “I don’t remember that part.”

“Do…” Holly swallowed hard, then tried again. “Do you want me to try breathing for you?”

Ginnie slowly nodded. “Is that weird?”

“Not to me.” Holly pulled Ginnie down for another kiss and then said: “Lay on your back.”

Ginnie sat up, pulling her shirt over her head and leaving herself in only her bra and panties. “Now you’re overdressed,” she said, eyeing Holly’s pants.

Holly quickly took them off and tossed them at the sofa. “We’re even now, beautiful.”

“Yes.” Ginnie laid back on the plush rug, her arms above her head and her knees bent.

“It might take a few tries,” Holly said. “I’ve never done this on a conscious person. Usually I do this on a mannequin in class…”

“That’s okay. I want to try. If I can’t handle it, I’ll let you know.”

Holly leaned over Ginnie, running one hand up Ginnie’s abdomen, between her breasts, and up to her chin. She tipped Ginnie’s head back and gently pinched her button nose. “Ready?”

Ginnie nodded and exhaled.

Holly took a deep breath and thumbed Ginnie’s chin, opening her mouth further before sealing her lips over hers. Then she exhaled, with more force than she would if she weren’t trying to inflate another person’s lungs. Both of their cheeks rounded, and Ginnie made a muffled noise, her chest heaving. Holly broke the seal, worried, as Ginnie let out a cough. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” Ginnie said, her eyes wide. Her voice was high-pitched with excitement. “I’m fine! It was just… different. Do it again. Please.”

Holly complied, blowing a steady breath into Ginnie. This time, Ginnie’s chest rose evenly. She let her exhale, then gave her a third breath, her hand moving from Ginnie’s chin to her chest. Ginnie’s lips and skin were warm to the touch, her mouth relaxed but not slack like it had been when she’d done this for real. Holly nestled her palm between Ginnie’s breasts, pushing down ever so slightly when Ginnie exhaled. The next time her breath left Ginnie, the other woman moaned.

She does like this. Just as much as me.

“I’m going to change positions,” Holly said. Ginnie took a few breaths of her own as Holly swung her leg over hips. She curled her hand around to pinch Ginnie’s nose and then angled her head. Ginnie exhaled as Holly took a deep breath, relaxing when Holly filled her lungs.

Holly felt incredible, her body tingling and a telltale sensation of moisture between her thighs. She braced herself on the floor next to Ginnie’s head, felt Ginnie’s hands come up to run up and down her sides. She let a bit of her weight sit on Ginnie’s hips and felt the smaller woman grind up against her. This time, she was the one moaning as she breathed for Ginnie, as she felt Ginnie’s body respond to her air. Ginnie’s cheeks puffed out and her chest swelled. Then the air came out of her in a rush.

Holly heard a snap, felt the clasp of her bra release, followed by Ginnie’s hands on her breasts. At Ginnie’s next exhale, she took her own quick breath and murmured: “I’m getting lightheaded.”

“I’m sorry!” Holly leaned down and pressed a series of kisses to Ginnie’s jawline. “I should have thought of that!”

“I’m okay,” Ginnie said. She cupped Holly’s breasts with both of her hands and circled her thumbs around her nipples. “Kiss me.”

Holly did, trapping Ginnie’s head between her hands. She shifted, coming up long enough to slip her thigh between Ginnie’s, and felt Ginnie buck up beneath her. Moving one of her hands down to Ginnie’s chest, she pushed her bra up and over her breasts. Ginnie moaned into her mouth as Holly cupped her breast, her nipple hard against Holly’s palm.

“Is this okay?” Holly gasped out. “We didn’t talk—”

“This is great, I’m great, you’re great…” Ginnie arched her back, panting. “I’m going to cum just from this, Holly!”

“I’m close, too…” Holly slid her hand between Ginnie’s breasts. “I’m going to try something, Ginnie. Stop me if you don’t like it.”

“Oh!” Ginnie gasped. Holly pressed the heel of her hand to Ginnie’s sternum and pumped ever so slightly. She was afraid to use any real pressure, but she pushed at the correct rate. Or as professionally as she could manage, her rhythm growing more and more erratic as the two ground against each other. Ginnie made soft mewling sounds, her hands clutching at Holly until she arched her back again, her mouth opening in a small, silent “o.”

Holly kept moving, writhing and pressing until the tension forming in her pelvic floor reached a peak, pleasurable sensations running through her, concentrated in her clit. She stopped pressing Ginnie’s chest and dropped her face into her neck, letting out a low cry.

She felt Ginnie’s arms come around her, squeezing her tight. They were all soft skin and silken hair, with only scraps of cloth between them, their chests heaving.

Holly kissed Ginnie’s neck and pulled back so she could see her face. “Was that okay?”

“Surely you could tell that it was,” Ginnie said, a small smile lighting up her face. “But, yes.”

Holly rolled off onto her side, pulling Ginnie with her. They remained tangled up together on the soft rug, hearts slowly resuming their normal cadence. Ginnie trailed her fingertips down Holly’s back.

“You have very beautiful, soft skin,” she murmured. Her eyes were on Holly’s neck. “And I can see your pulse.”

Holly leaned forward and kissed her, their lips gentle. When she laid her head back down on the rug, she said: “We skipped over some talks. Namely… Can I call you my girlfriend?”

Ginnie’s face flushed pink again. “Yes! I was going to ask you the same thing. I was working up to it. I was just nervous.”

“You can ask me anything, sweetheart. Anything. Tell me anything. Please, don’t be anxious.” Holly rubbed Ginnie’s back soothingly. “I’ll always do my best to be open-minded and gentle with you. I… Correct me if I’m wrong, but I get the impression that you haven’t always had that?”

“You’re not wrong.” Ginnie bit her lip, and Holly was dismayed to feel her tremble.

“What’s wrong?” Holly draped her leg over both of Gennie’s and pulled her closer.

“I’m trying not to be anxious, but I want to tell you something.”

“Okay.” Holly kissed her forehead. “Take your time.”

Ginnie took in a sharp breath and then blurted: “I’m autistic!”

The shaking increased, and Holly quickly responded with: “Okay. Great! That’s cool… It’s okay, Ginnie, take a deep breath for me.”

She felt Ginnie comply, her breasts pressing against Holly’s. Wine-scented air wafted across her face.

“You know,” Holly continued. “Most of my friends are neurodivergent. And my favorite cousin has OCD. I know it’s not the same thing. But, Ginnie, it’s not a turnoff! It’s great. I really like you, okay? You are who you are and I wouldn’t change you!”

Ginnie sniffled, a single tear running across the bridge of her nose and down her cheek. “Sometimes people get mad if you don’t tell them before they go out with you. But I know you’re not like that, Holly. I wouldn’t like you so much if you were.”

She shivered, and Holly squeezed her tight. “Are you cold?”

“Yeah,” Ginnie said, her tone sheepish. “I am now.”

“Stay here! I have blankets!” Holly disentangled herself from Ginnie and stood, letting her unclasped bra slip off her arms. She skipped the slightly scratchy crocheted blanket draped over the back of the sofa and pulled a softer blanket from the big basket on the floor.

As she kneeled beside Ginnie, the other woman sat up, pulling her bra up and over her head. Then she laid back down, reaching for Holly. Holly stretched out beside her, wrapped her leg over Ginnie’s, and covered them both with the blanket.

“Nap time?” Ginnie asked, yawning.

Holly pulled her close, savoring the skin-on-skin contact. She felt her girlfriend relax in her arms and closed her eyes, content.

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