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The giggles. The soft, pool lighting of the hot tub. A line of naked bodies next to hers. Deborah was trying her hardest to keep her gaze away from the others. Especially after the kiss with Ava. Her mind went in circles as she remembered the quick peck followed by Ava making the move to deepen it.
Deborah could still feel Ava's lips on her hers. As she sank further down in the hot tub to hide herself with the jet stream bubbles she subtly reached for her lips and stared into the water. The kiss had felt amazing, so amazing that she had needed to cut it off before she lost herself too much.
She didn't know how long she'd been overthinking the kiss until Ava tapped her on the shoulder and told her they were going to bed. She purposefully chose to exit the hot tub on the other side so she wouldn't look at anyone else but Ava being Ava, she had wandered around to help Deborah out. Deborah saw, briefly, Ava's hips and stomach and tried to level out her breathing at the sight.
"Deborah! Here's a robe!" Monica called and, thankfully with a now-covered body, held out a robe to Deborah before she gave one to Ava too. Deborah threw it on as fast as she could to hide herself from the other women.
There was a tense nature to the air as Ava and Deborah entered "their" room. Deborah wrapped herself tight in the robe Monica had handed to her, and tried to think of a way to tell Ava to sleep in the tub still.
"I think they've bought it." Ava says all of a sudden.
"Bought what?" Deborah blinks and looks up at Ava.
"That we're together! I'm still getting a vibe from the wife though." Ava smirked at Deborah, trying to jest the typical Ava way.
"I'm not entirely sure my reaction would've been all that convincing, Ava." Deborah said in a stilted tone. It was honest and truthful. She had been awkward all evening and clearly didn't know enough lesbian lingo to join in with the conversation. Her typical quick-witted self had lost all ability to bounce off of Ava's crass comments.
"Maybe we should practice some more in case they want another repeat performance?" Ava wiggled her eyebrows at Deborah.
"Um, sure. Yeah." Deborah diverted her gaze to the sofa, her heart chattering in her chest.
"Really? I was honestly joking considering how much you seemed to hate it. But if you really want to…" Ava dropped her body onto the sofa and looked up at Deborah with the same adoring look she'd given her for months now.
Deborah's stomach lurched, or was it butterflies? It felt different from her time with Nico. A brief, tawdry affair that created a gleeful schoolgirl of her. How she feels at the prospect of kissing Ava again is deeper. There's a weighted feeling low in her body. Her fingers flexing at her side. An almost-sneeze lingering in her nose. Deborah thinks for a moment that it means it's real. There's no desire for it because of scandal. It doesn't feel naughty or risque. It's Ava.
Ava, who at every turn has been there for her. Ava, who fought tooth and nail to be by her side even going so far as to betray and blackmail her. Ava, who has been her confidant and admitted best friend. Ava, who has already admitted to having a sex dream about Deborah.
Deborah looks Ava in the eyes as she sits down and takes a deep breath, "Okay, show me how I should do it convincingly."
One arm over the back of the sofa Ava takes hold of Deborah's hand and pulls it to her hip. "First, it's not that different to kissing a man when it comes to the motions so stop overthinking it."
Deborah mentally disagrees already. She can feel under her hand the curve of Ava's hip. The soft fullness of it. Every man she's been with has felt squarer and harsher under her.
Ava lets go of Deborah's hand and uses her now free hand to push Deborah's short hair behind her ear, smiling softly at her as she does.
"Given what our dynamic is supposed to read as you should probably be the one to take charge a bit. Hold me to you. Lean into me more."
Ava leans forward, nose an inch or two from Deborah's, her eyes flitting from her eyes to her lips. Deborah can feel her chest rising and falling and tries to catch it before it becomes too obvious Ava's effect on her. She doesn't want to gross her out. This 74 year old lusting over someone 4 decades younger.
"But most of all, you need to be the one initiating. So, your move Deb."
Deborah can feel Ava's one hand moving to her shoulder and the other playing with the hair on the nape of her neck. She can see Ava's eyes soften and her eyelids lower. Ava is biting her lip slightly and leaning her soft, womanly body into Deborah's own.
Deborah feels it then. Even lower than her stomach. Wet, hot desire as she takes in all the senses. The chlorine smell of Ava's skin post hot tub, faintly laced by her woody perfume. The sensation of skin brushing against skin. She swears she can hear Ava's breath also speeding up. The eye contact is unwavering. Deborah's overwhelmed with everything Ava and suddenly leans in to taste.
She presses her lips to Ava. Like earlier, slightly open and sucking Ava's bottom lip between her own. Over and over again. Leaning into her, grabbing her hip hard and pressing their chests together.
Deborah's heart is hammering in her chest now as they continue to make out, but she needs it to go further than it did earlier. Slowly, she presses her tongue into Ava's mouth. Ava groans and it's the most delicious sound Deborah has ever heard. Ava's tongue licks back and Ava's hand is in the back of Deborah's hair as she tries to climb into Deborah's lap.
"Mmmh— what happened to me taking the lead?" Deborah broke away for a second to try and recalibrate.
"Fuck that!" Ava went in for the kill and licked her way back in to Deborah's mouth. Her legs swing over Deborah's hips as she gently pulls Deborah's head back with her hair. "I think this would still convince them."
Deborah can't believe what's happening right now. Half an hour ago she was worried Ava would be grossed out and disgusted with her if she suggested a practice run. Now, her Ava is in her lap kissing her with wild abandon.
She decides to try to let go. Enjoy this for what it is. Her hands, currently lying limply on either side of Ava, find their way. One hand slides slowly up Ava's robed back, and the other travels across her hip and gently places it on Ava's ass pulling Ava into her more.
"Damn, Deborah. Look who's using some initiative. Knew you had it in ya." Ava smirked against her mouth. Deborah, all too used to Ava's cocky attitude, leans up and brings her back down with a kiss.
As they made out Ava started to grind down on Deborah. Her hips rolled into Deborah's and she pulled her body further into her own. Ava stops kissing Deborah and drops her head down leaning their foreheads together.
"God, fuck! I— I think we should stop. I'm so fucking turned on right now and this is a stupid idea." Ava was still rolling her hips as she looked down Deborah's own robe at her breasts.
Deborah knew that if they stopped now it would be a weird, one off scenario that neither of them would ever address. Much like Ava telling Deborah that she had a sex dream about them and she made some haughty joke about it and told her never to tell her another dream again.
No, she felt too on edge for that. She had to make a decision then and there. She could feel her nipples had hardened. Her cunt was hot, throbbing and however wet she could get she was there. And she wanted this badly.
Without thinking it further Deborah grabbed Ava's hips and pulled them down against her harder, "Keep going."
"Deborah, that is so fucking hot." Ava's rolling hips ground down onto something more substantial now, but it wasn't quite there. "Join me, Deb. I know you're turned on as much as I am. Your nipples are obvious even in that robe."
Ava chuckled and kissed Deborah again, panting heavily as she pushed her cunt against Deborah's own. Deborah sighed and couldn't hold back any longer. She rolled her hips back into Ava's and licked into her mouth again. Their heavy breaths shared between them as they took breaks from sucking each other's tongues or lips. Biting them even. Eventually, Ava's lips trailed down to Deborah's jaw, and then her neck, eventually down her decolletage until…
"Oh shit!" Deborah cried out as Ava bit one of her nipples under her robe.
"Let me just…" Ava pulled Deborah's robe down to uncover both her breasts and bit her lip as she stared down at them, "I really wanted to do that whilst we were in the hot tub. Your tits are beautiful, Deborah."
Ava cupped one of Deborah's breasts and moved her hand up and down, feeling the weight of them, "They're just so big and full. I can't wait to have them in my mouth."
Ava looked at Deborah coyly as she lowered her face down to her chest, sucking in one of her nipples. Her soft, plump lips wrapped around it felt like heaven to Deborah. Usually they were bit at harshly and stubble would scratch her skin, but Ava was delicate with them. She took her time sucking one side, moving to the other, and taking parts of the flesh around into her mouth to kiss.
Deborah's head fell back against the back of the sofa and she groaned loudly before jerking her head up out of shock. Ava looked up at her from her chest and quirked an eyebrow, before releasing the nipple she was currently sucking on.
"You okay? You look a little spooked." Ava tried to gently pry.
"I-I'm fine. You just seem to be taking a while down there." Deborah tried to deflect back onto Ava, feeling ashamed of herself and how much she was enjoying what a woman, a much younger woman was doing to her.
"If you want me to stop I can. I don't think we'll need to do all this to convince Kelly and Monica that we're together. Honestly, I get the vibe they'd be convinced even if we sat on opposite ends of the house from—" Deborah interrupted Ava's self conscious ramble.
"I don't want you to stop."
Ava sat back, her hands moving to hold Deborah by the waist, one more awkwardly than the other with the cast still on, and Deborah tried not to think too hard about how her tits were just sat there out in the open for Ava to see.
Ava looked Deborah in the eyes, tilted her head, and said, "That's brave of you to say, D."
Ava leaned in to Deborah and kissed her gently. It wasn't the first peck, or the awkward make out, or even the heavy stuff they'd just done. It was careful, soft, and romantic. That might have scared Deborah more. She'd always had an inkling that Ava felt more for her than comradery. The kiss confirmed it, and Deborah's heart ached at the flashbacks of moments she'd done Ava wrong. She moved into the kiss and tried to put every feeling into it until they broke away.
Ava, forehead leaning into Deborah's, smiled.
"Now, can I please touch you, Deb?" Ava's hands squeezed Deborah's hips quickly and then began trailing her fingers around her slightly exposed thighs. Deborah nodded back as she gulped and steadied herself.
Slowly, Ava traced her fingers up Deborah's thigh, under the robe, and played with the small patch of hair above Deborah's pussy.
"Respectfully, it's so hot that you haven't completely shaved." Ava slid a single finger through Deborah's folds as she gasped in surprised. Deborah's body went tense and her head inched back as her eyes flickered.
"W-well, I wasn't expecting to actually… y'know, this weekend." She let out a stuttered laugh.
Her whole body felt on fire. Like the desire she'd hid for decades was now stirring up a new sensation all over. Ava slipped a second finger through and rubbed her clit gently, coaxing it out and eventually flicking it until Deborah moaned and lifted her hips slightly to meet Ava's hands.
Her cunt clenched over and over as Ava teased longer, and eventually her own hand grabbed Ava's and yanked it down to her hole.
"Please." She released through gritted teeth.
Ava looked up at her again. Deborah didn't realised that Ava had been staring down at her hand this whole time. Her pupils were dilated and reflected exactly what she was experiencing.
"God, Deborah. How are you so wet?" She slipped both fingers inside her and fucked her slowly with them. Deborah almost let out a sob at how it felt feeling someone take their time with her for once. Her pulse rang loudly. Heart raced faster. Throbbing pulse. All as she thought harder about how sexy and insane this all was. And Ava had this effect on her.
"Ava, faster, please." She finally let out, hips rolling back into Ava's hand and pulling her head down to kiss her hard. She opened her mouth and slipped her tongue into Ava's own. They kissed wildly as her fingers fucked her harder. The sound of it all so dirty to Deborah's ears but so, so right too. Ava rubbed her thumb against Deborah's clit whilst she crooked the two fingers inside towards her.
Deborah's breath caught in her throat, and body strained back against the sofa as her climax hit her full throttle. She let out an almighty moan with hands gripping Ava's own robe tight.
"Fuuuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck." Deborah let out loudly as her body came down from the high.
Ava pulled back and sat in Deborah's lap, looking down at her face with a smile. Her eyes flickered around everywhere. Deborah's eyes, lips, her throat, her chest, everywhere. She pulled the robe back and stared at the mess underneath it.
"I probably shouldn't care about how insane I'm gonna sound especially considering, well, this," Ava motions generally, "but I really need to eat you out before tonight is over."
Deborah laughed tiredly with her head still resting on the back of the sofa. Post-orgasm Deborah knew she didn't have the energy or strength to go through another one so fast, but reveling in the aftermath she nodded slightly.
"Ava, after I'm done with you you can do whatever you want. Just give an old gal a minute before we do anything." Deborah croaked out.
Ava tilted her head, looking a little shocked, "You want to… do something to me?"
Deborah gulped and the shame was trying to pierce it's way back through the fog of post-orgasm happiness. She lifted her head up and saw Ava's look. It wasn't repulsed. It was the exact opposite. She saw her own desire reflected back at her, and before she knew it Ava had grabbed hold of her hand and pulled it under her robe.
Deborah lightly grazed Ava's pussy and gasped.
"Jesus, Ava, you're basically dripping all over my thighs!" Deborah exclaimed, half with delight and half with disbelief.
"Well, yeah. I just fucked Deborah Vance into what looks like the best orgasm she's ever had." Ava smirked as she pushed one of Deborah's fingers through her folds.
Deborah bit her lip and looked up at Ava again, "I, um, I actually don't know what I should do."
Ava chuckled, "Do you want me to give you some help? I could give you tips in case Kelly and Monica want to push for a show. They give the vibe."
Deborah cackled and Ava smiled. Old Deborah was back a little bit. Not this shy, out of her comfort zone, awkward mess she'd been so far.
"I think it would be… very hot if you showed me what you like." Deborah conceded, undoing Ava's robe and pulling it open. She let her eyes roam all over her body. Deborah took in the gentle curve of her smaller breasts, the smooth expanse of her stomach, and down to her round hips and thighs. Slowly, she sent her gaze over Ava's cunt.
"Jesus, Ava, that's so much hair!" Deborah let out a shock reply before she could save herself.
Luckily, Ava laughed at that and ran her fingers through it.
"Do you like it, baby?" She wiggled her eyebrows again.
"Okay, first of all, you are not going to continue calling me baby. Secondly, I guess it is… weirdly attractive." She conceded.
Ava spluttered and laughed, "Weirdly!? That's not the way to get a woman to bed, Deborah," Ava's eyelids lowered and she tilted her head, "Though I guess you've already got me here now. All wet and waiting."
Deborah groaned at how sultry Ava's voice flicked to, and watched as Ava brought her own hand down to where the thicker patch of hair lay and ran her fingers through it before moving down and parting herself for Deborah.
A shock ran through Deborah at the sight in front of her. Ava, her Ava, wet and glistening for her, waiting for Deborah to touch her.
"I like two fingers rubbing hard and slow on my clit," Ava demonstrated for Deborah, "And when I'm really, really on edge, I like three fingers inside me with their thumb on my clit."
Deborah let out a long breath as she said, "Jeeesuss fucking Christ, Ava."
Despite everything, Deborah was terrified to move forward with this. Touching another woman was so different to being touched by one. The latter was more passive, and at least a little more familiar. Maybe Ava was right about her being a… what do you call it? A pillow queen?
"Deb, I know you've not touched someone else's pussy before. That's why I'm showing you. And trust me, I'm so fucking turned on right now a breeze could get me off."
With that, Deborah moved her hand forward and started gently rubbing Ava's clit with two fingers, at which Ava said gently, "You can press harder."
Deborah followed, and in circular motions rubbed Ava's clit hard and slow. She looked up from Ava and at her face. There was a flush all over her cheeks, her eyelashes were long across the top of them, and she noticed how perfect Ava's lips were. Especially now they were swollen and red. Deborah's heart tightened at the image of how soft and vulnerable Ava looked.
"Inside, inside." Ava gasped out, a shuddering breath as she kept her cunt open for Deborah.
With hesitancy, Deborah pushed in one finger and slowly fucked Ava with it before adding another and doing the same. She could feel how soaked Ava was, and with that reassurance pushed in a third.
The feeling was familiar. Soft, wet warmth around her fingers like she'd felt with her own but this time it turned her on more. She'd had this effect on another woman. Whilst she was in her seventies.
"Fuuu…" Ava let out, swiveling her hips and adjusting to Deborah's fingers, "Keep going. Fuck me."
Deborah nodded and slowly pulled her fingers out until the first knuckle, and pushed back in. She remembered the last part, that Ava needed her thumb on her clit, but couldn't get the angle right so used her other hand to rub with two fingers again.
"God, yes, Deborah, yes! Fuck! Harder!" Ava leaned her body back slightly and threw her head back with it as she ground down on Deborah's fingers and fucked herself on them. Deborah could see the flush on Ava's chest and how erect her nipples were. She angled her hand better and pressed her thumb against her clit, moving the other hand from her clit and began rubbing Ava's nipple with her wet fingers.
"That's so dirty. God, I love it." Ava let out another high, breathy moan as she continued to move against Deborah.
Deborah couldn't wait to do this in the future, over and over again. The look of pure bliss across Ava's face and the way her cunt felt soft and wet around her fingers turned Deborah on again. So much faster than she was anticipating.
Finally, Ava let out a high, loud moan that rang out around the room and back to them as she shuddered and stuttered around Deborah. When her orgasm had finished rippling through her she sat forward with a dopey, happy smile on her face.
"Deborah! Maybe you're a natural!" She called out as she leaned forward and licked her way into Deborah's mouth. She sucked onto Deborah's tongue and without even taking a break Ava let Deborah's tongue go with a pop so she could pepper more kisses down her body.
It wasn't until Ava was on her knees in front of Deborah, pushing apart her legs, that Deborah remembered what Ava said earlier. She sighed as Ava kissed up her thighs and licked in and around her folds. She lapped at her like she'd never tasted anything more delicious or desirable.
Deborah watched Ava's head bob and swerve as she worked her way through her. She couldn't believe how this night had ended. As they'd driven up the road to the house she'd fully expected this weekend to be an awkward, weird spectacle that would be forgotten in a few months. Instead, she now had to reconsider everything. The last 60 years of life. The past five years with Ava. The future with Ava. Her heart ached, just as her cunt reached the tipping point and she came for a second time.
Ava climbed back up and laid down on the other end of the sofa, beckoning Deborah to lie on top of her. Deborah gave in and did, hiding her face in Ava's chest as Ava played with her hair.
"So, did you enjoy it?" Ava asked, cautiously.
Deborah thought for a moment before replying, "I did. I did."
"Good, then that's all we have to think about for now," Ava kissed the top of Deborah's head, "Never thought I'd be the emotional support mattress for Deborah Vance before tonight."
They both laughed and Deborah looked up, kissing Ava softly on the lips.
"Don't expect an actual proposal any time soon." Deborah tried to crawl back to her old self.
"Sure, sure." Ava smirked knowingly.