On the football field

A/N: So, this story is pretty pointless, and it probably sucks really bad, but oh well. You were warned, so please, no throwing objects at the author! Unless those objects are edible, in which case, feel free to throw as much as you want (the fridge is empty, and I need food once in a while). Oh and click that nice button at the bottom of the page that says review if you love me, or just want to flame me. Flames are funny.

The girls tumble to the soft ground of the football field. A light from the high school flashes on at their movements. Their Frisbee game had led to a chase over the disk, and they had ended up in a breathless heap. They lie there, gasping for breath, and slowly recover.

Rolling over onto her side, Emily gazes into her girlfriend’s eyes. She had said something she hadn’t said in a long time tonight, and was still slightly worried about the response. She had finally broken down, and told Nicole she loved her. She hadn’t been able to keep it in any longer, and in a strange way, Nicole had asked. But screw it; the other girl clearly didn’t feel the same way. It was impossible. Nicole had a boyfriend whom she loved; Emily was probably just a fling. But what did it matter really?

Emily was getting sick of kicking herself over her slip up. She had been doing it all night, and was not in the mood to do it right now. Not when those perfectly kissable lips were just inches away. Not when she could very easily get into a good distraction right now. Her mom wasn’t coming to pick her up for a while, so she had some time to kill anyways. Heh, yeah, that was her excuse. And lets see, what was it the last time? Oh, right, she didn’t want to go to her room yet. That one had been on the cruise, with that Vince guy. But that was the past, and this was very much the present.

Emily leaned in and captured Nicole’s lips in a hungry kiss. Oh yes, hungry. She was starved, and only one person could fix that. She slid her tongue into Nicole’s mouth, and pushed her back into the grass. They were on a hill, so they ended up at more of a slant than flat. She moves her hand up so that she is cupping one breast, and begins to gently massage it through the thin material of the shirt. The other girl groans slightly, and arches into the touch, whimpering ever so slightly when the hand is withdrawn, only to be replaced underneath the shirt.

The first contact of skin against skin makes them both gasp. Emily moves the kisses from the mouth down along the jaw line, gently biting the neck. Nicole’s shirt comes the rest of the way off, and Emily moves her kisses lower. Taking one aching nipple into her mouth, she nibbles on it slightly, and again, Nicole arches up, desperately attempting to force more of herself into that warm, intoxicating mouth. Emily grins, and pulls away, only to move to the other side. Each mound deserves equal attention after all.

The kisses pick up again, as she makes her way lower. Making her way to the waist line, and without even having to ask, those hips rise up, silently asking to be rid of the pants residing on them. Who is Emily to refuse such a request? And so, the pants slide down, not all the way, but far enough. They don’t have much time, so Emily doesn’t tease as she usually does, but instead, she goes right in for the kill.

Her tongue glides once along the wet slit, and moves it up to circle the clit once. She wraps it with her lips, and softly bites down, not as hard as she had earlier, but hard enough to make the girl cry out. Hips raise off the ground, but two hands push them back down firmly. That tongue, damn it to hell, was driving the poor girl wild. It had her arching and moaning, and before long her body began to tremble, as she went over the edge, and into the beautiful oblivion.

Emily feels herself being pulled up, and helps Nicole get herself dressed. The night was over, and her mom would be getting here in about 20 minutes. And so she gets up and turns to leave. She looks back and blows a stunned Nicole a kiss.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” Nicole calls out, “You just gonna leave me now?”

Emily turns around, and walks back to where her girlfriend is lying on the lawn. Her hand is grabbed, and she is dragged down to the ground. They meet in another of their heated kisses, and Emily finds herself somehow underneath Nicole. They had rolled over, and now it was Nicole in control. The girl now on top, begins to direct her kissing along the neck, and up to just behind the ear. She whispers into it, “What? You thought you were getting away that easy? It’s pay back time.” Better words had never been said in Emily’s opinion.

“Hmm, I really don’t think I mind the pay back right now.” She murmurs as hands begin to unbutton, and unzip her pants. A hand slides into the tight space expecting to have to push aside the underwear that should be there. It’s not. Emily rarely actually wears underwear, unless there is a reason. Tonight there had been no apparent reason.

The hand cups her bare mound possessively, as if to claim it as hers. A finger runs lightly over the slit, and finds it more than ready. Without waiting, two fingers are pushed in, and begin to pump in and out. The other hand pulls at the jeans, and they are pulled down with Emily’s help. Thus giving her more room to move, and more space for her hand. With one hand steadily moving in and out of her, the second hand moves to caress the throbbing clit. Barely touching it, just ghosting over it with her finger tips.

By this point, Emily is moaning with need, and desire. Slowly, more and more pressure is added, until the pressure in her belly seems too much. With one final, firm stroke over and around the clit, Emily comes, throwing her head back in a silent cry. She pulls her pants back up, and they lie there. Just holding each other, until Emily gets the call. Her mother is about to pull up to the school.

“I don’t want to go,” she starts, “But I have to.”

“Well, unless you want to explain to your mother that you couldn’t go home because you were too busy being alone on the football field with your girlfriend, yeah, you do.” She laughs at the thought.

“Hmm, that doesn’t sound too bad. Except that you couldn’t stay all night. You’d have to go home eventually, wouldn’t you?”

“Not if I’m staying at your house I wouldn’t.”