Nighthawk: A Superhero Story (closed for Siobhancan99)

Monica paused a moment, then inhaled and slowly exhaled "So. I mean I was thinking that maybe... you know since you like how I look in this dress so much that um. maybe after dinner instead of going out you could uh. you know. See what it looks like on the floor of your room. If you wanted. I mean we don't uh, you know, have to tonight but.. I sort of... that was my original plan you know?" She bit her lip "i mean the original plan involved some flowers and a bottle of wine for dinner but... Austin is laid up so getting him to get me a bottle of pricey wine didn't seem you know, really feasible." She looked Gabi over "I mean. Unless you're not ready. I mean I think you're ready I just. You know. Anyway. Uh. lets eat. I don't want it to get cold."

She was nervous, but mostly because 1) she was not at all sure she knew what the fuck she was doing, and 2) She was terrified Gabi had built this up in her head to the point she was expecting some sort of sublime experience that Monica was, in all likelihood, not able to provide. Hell she hadn't gotten herself off, not really, for about 6 months of playing around down there so nailing the subtleties of another woman on the first try seemed to be as close to zero percent chance as anything. Still, without a first time there wouldn't be a second and so on and so forth so... She added pasta to the plates and salad to a bowl, then put the chicken on and added a little more sauce.
 
Gabi smiled sweetly at Monica. “That sounds great,” she said, seeming strangely calm. As they sat down to eat, the room grew silent, except for the soft sounds of their chewing and the clink of their silverware.

“Is this the Fire-Roasted Tomato Basil?” Gabi said, holding up a forkful of pasta and sauce. “I think that’s my favorite. The, uh, Roasted Garlic is pretty good, too.” After a few more awkward attempts at conversation, Gabi picked up her glass of water. “So, umm…they say that toasting with water is bad luck and everything. But we’re science majors…so…to love and friendship and…following what we’re passionate about…” Her dark eyes peered into Monica's as the light glinted off the glass.
 
"yeah and I tarted it up with a tiny bit of chili powder and some more oregano to cut the sweetness a little." She looked across at Gabi, feeling excited, feeling nervous, feeling a little shitty. Feeling like this was a betrayal of Tom far greater than hooking up with Austin. This was a chance at real happiness. And that was the other thing. Was she going to be a crusader any more? was she going to sacrifice an hour with Gabi to go beat up hoodlums in the park? was the Nighthawk dead when she was just being born?

But didn't she have a right to be happy? She knew if this worked she would be as happy as a person could reasonably be. Loving her best friend. That was the stuff movies were made of. That was a fairy tale ending. Didn't she owe it to herself? Plus... as much as she worried that she was making herself try to fit in where Gabi wanted her to be... hadn't she been ogling her? Hadn't she that first weekend realized how hot the girl was, even when she thought she was straight? She was dying to know what it would be like to touch her, to make her feel good, to build up that connection.

She inhaled, then exhaled slowly, looking back at her girlfriend...roommate...best friend...Gabi "to letting ourselves experience something new and good. To being open to change."
 
Gabi clinked her glass against Monica’s. A moment later, the brunette slowly stood up, moving her chair back from the table. “Leave the dishes. I’ll take care of them while you’re out tonight or before class tomorrow,” she said. “Just give me, like, 2 minutes to go fix up my bed a little.” She smiled, then strode into the bedroom.

When Gabi returned, she extended her light-brown hand to Monica’s, which trembled slightly. “Okay,” she said. “Awww, you’re shaking.” Gabi put her hands on Monica’s shoulders now. “Don’t be nervous, mi vida. It’s kinda adorable that you are, but it’s just me, okay?” She kissed her girlfriend’s forehead. “It’s just you and me.”

The Latina slowly led Monica into her bedroom. It was neatly maintained—pens capped and in pen-holders, books arranged along a shelf from largest to smallest, pictures of family and friends, including her and Monica, placed equidistantly from each other on her desk. The stuffed panda bear that usually sat on her bed was out of sight.

Gabi sat on the edge of the bed, resting back on the palms of her hands. Her eyes slowly drifted from Monica’s shoes up the length of her body. The room smelled faintly of a light, tropical floral scent, a stark contrast from the musk of Austin’s bedroom. “Come here,” Gabi said, patting the edge of the bed to Monica’s left.

The brown-eyed girl adjusted her position so that she was facing Monica now, one leg still dangling off the bed while the other was folded on the piece of furniture. “I can’t even handle how good you look right now,” she said, touching Monica’s chin. “How good you look all the time."

Gabi started with a chaste kiss on Monica’s lips, then a second. Her hand found its way to the bare skin of Monica’s knee. She touched it gingerly, as if it were a burner whose heat she was testing.

The Latina buried her face beneath Monica’s blonde hair now and started to kiss the upper portion of her neck between warm, moist breaths. Her hand grasped Monica’s knee more firmly.
 
"I'm nervous because its you" She sighed and tugged Gabi in "Because you're so sweet and kind and amazing and because I care about you so much and you deserve to have everything be special and perfect and amazing" She tugged Gabi in against her neck, her hand brushing Gabi's arm, stroking through her top "And you're so beautiful, and fucking sexy." It was true, Gabi's skin had cleared up, she'd lost just a touch of weight and she had more confidence... she'd turned into a ten overnight. Monica pressed in a little against her, turning her face to catch Gabi's lips. She sucked at each, closing her eyes, inhaling the scent of Gabi's room, mixed with Gabi's shampoo and her underlying scent. She sighed, letting her breath gently wash over Gabi's lips.

Reaching down she took Gabi's hand and drew it up her thigh. She leaned in, brushing her lips over Gabi's ear "I couldn't decide what to wear under the dress so... I uh... didn't." She sucked softly at Gabi's earlobe, then ran her tongue softly along the ridges, letting her warm breath tickle Gabi's ear. She tugged lightly with her teeth, her hand gently squeezing Gabi's against her thigh, then let go. She slipped her hand along Gabi's back, pulling her in a little "you're so soft and warm, Corazon. I could hold you forever I think."
 
“Yess,” Gabi breathed, pressing her lips fully against Monica’s now. The girl’s hot tongue slipped into Monica’s mouth and twisted against hers. The dark-haired girl kissed her with new urgency now, hungrily massaging their tongues together.

Gabi’s thumb began to softly, slowly rub the inside of her girlfriend’s thigh in a circular pattern. The position of her hand had hiked the hem up so that it fell to just where a very skimpy mini-skirt would end. A little farther, Monica knew, and her friend would get a glimpse of her very bare pussy.

Gabi’s eyes were closed now, though, as she continued to kiss her passionately. The Latina placed her other hand behind Monica’s head, cupping it firmly as she reopened her eyes. She smiled, then looked down at Monica’s cleavage, framed nicely by the dress.

Gabi’s lips began following a path across Monica’s collarbones now, before she started to kiss her way down. “I want to kiss you everywhere,” the girl said, her tone taking on a somewhat huskier, less girlish quality that Monica had only heard slip from her lips a few times. “What do you think?” Seemingly on her way to making good on that promise, she began to kiss the tops of her girlfriend’s breasts. Before long, her pink tongue was starting to caress the spot where her breasts came together. Their sensitive flesh was tickled by the soft locks of Gabi’s dark hair that was now draped over her chest. Monica could smell hints of the vaguely fruity scent of her girlfriend's shampoo, a scent that often lingered in the shower when Monica stepped in not longer after Gabi had used it.

Gabi’s hand was now affectionately kneading the underside of Monica’s thigh, about four inches from where the swell of her ass began.
 
Monica reluctantly pulled away to stand. She faced away from her girlfriend, looking over her shoulder at her "well why don't you help me with the zipper then?"

She felt Gabi's hand tugging it down, then let the dress fall away, revealing her toned back and her toned taut ass. She closed her eyes, feeling nervous. Gabi hadn't ever seen her naked, even with them messing around this last week. She knew she was in good shape, and the heels made her ass look good. Still, it was a moment of incredible vulnerability. She kept her eyes closed, till she felt the soft brush of Gabi's lips along her back. She let out a slow breath, then turned, wrapping her arm around Gabi's head, drawing her in against her toned stomach. "Is... is it what you thought?" She ran her fingers through Gabi's hair, looking down at her from between her breasts. She swallowed, loving the sight of Gabi's thick black hair against her. Loving the soft brush of her pillowy lips against her skin. She threaded her fingers through Gabi's hair, still feeling nervous. She knew, on one level, Gabi would be pleased, but she needed her to be.

She stepped back, gently cupping Gabi's face, drawing her up a bit, then kissed her softly "let me undress you too, Corazon."
 
Monica could feel Gabi’s eyes on her as her dress slipped to the floor. The brunette’s mouth hung open slightly and she gazed in quiet wonder. “Yeah, it’s…you’re…” All she could manage was, “God, Monica.”

A smile returned to Gabi’s lips as her girlfriend kissed her. “Mmm, of course, sweetie,” she said, eyes noticeably focused downward on her bare lower half. As Monica leaned forward to begin removing the brunette’s clothing, Gabi kissed her cheek and cupped her firm rear. She playfully dragged her tongue along the underside of Monica’s earlobe, then lifted both arms into the air.

Monica pulled the white top over her petite shoulders. Gabi wore a muted pink bra with lacy trim that made her big breasts look even fuller. “Unhook me,” she said. A moment later, Monica’s fingers were working the clasp of the garment as Gabi peered into her eyes. With a slight shudder and bounce, the girl’s tantalizing tits were free.

Still grinning, Gabi’s hand softly caressed Monica’s as it drifted toward the button of her dark blue jeans. They clung to her shapely hips and legs so tightly that there was a palpable release of tension as the button was undone and Monica began to pull slightly on the zipper. As she pulled it down farther, it revealed a pair of black v-string panties. Two small pink bows were placed where the front portion met the thin connecting bands.
 
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MOnica held her breath a moment "Jesus." She gently pushed Gabi onto the bed, then hooked her fingers in her jeans and panties, tugging them down, looking, curious to see how Gabi was groomed, biting her lip as she revealed her lovers body. She pulled her clothes down over her generous hips, then ran her hands along her skin, taking her in, looking her over from her core to her beautiful face. "Baby... you're so fucking beautiful. I'm so lucky." She stepped in, running her fingers along Gabi's skin, tracing along her inner thighs from her knees up towards her core, then back down again. She climbed onto the bed, laying with Gabi, on her side. She ran her hand along her girlfriend's soft skin, then leaned in and kissed her lips, closing her eyes, sucking on them softly and savoring the feel of them.
 
As Monica slid off Gabi’s panties, she could see her girlfriend’s shaved pussy. Gabi had a confident, even self-satisfied smile on her face as she stepped out of the pants and underwear and saw Monica react to her completely naked body.

Once on the bed, Gabi returned the kiss, the sense of urgency remaining, as if she hadn’t felt her girlfriend’s lips and tongue in a month. She massaged Monica’s neck as they made out, then rubbed the point where it connected to her left shoulder. “Carino, you are still sooo tense,” she observed, a compassionate smile on her face. “I need you to relax and know I’m going to take good care of you. Okay?”

She gently nudged Monica onto her back. “That’s it, baby.” Gabi leaned over Monica now and began to kiss where she’d left off when Monica was still wearing her dress, her soft lips touching the inner curves of her girlfriend’s breasts as she squeezed them together with her hand. “God, your boobs are so sexy.” She began to focus her attention on the right breast now, brushing the very tip of the nipple with her lips, then doing the same to the areola.

Gabi’s mouth opened now and her tongue came out, massaging the pink flesh near the nipple yet avoiding it at first. Then, she started a series of teasing licks that just barely made contact with Monica’s nipple. All the while, her hand slowly cupped and rubbed Monica’s other breast.

A moment later, Gabi took Monica’s nipple between her lips. She caressed it there for a few seconds, watching Monica’s face for a reaction. Then, Monica felt her girlfriend’s teeth gingerly nibbling at the erect pink nub. “That feel good?” Gabi asked, a hopeful tone in her voice.

Gabi’s petite fingers toyed with Monica’s other nipple. A few seconds later, Gabi had Monica’s entire nipple and areola inside her mouth. Her tongue and teeth danced tantalizingly over the sensitive skin. Then, the dark-eyed girl began to suck.

Soon, Gabi took even more of Monica’s breast into her mouth, filling her face with the pliable skin, occasionally pulling back for air with a wet smacking sound before hungrily sucking again, eyes locked on her girlfriend’s.
 
Monica lifted a little off the bed, arching, straining, then settling. She looked down, and the strange sight of a pretty girl's face latched to her breast was stirring. She felt a rise of emotions in addition to the physical pleasure of Gabi's soft lips against her. It was different, new and exciting but also not better or worse, just different. Still, that rush of something new was heady. She ran her nails softly through Gabi's hair with one hand, then along her back and side with the other "uh huh" She nodded in response to Gabi's question. She wrapped a leg around Gabi's, holding her close, locking her in against her.

She could feel the brush of Gabi's tongue against her sensitive nipple, and reveled in the firmer suction as Gabi gave in to her desire. "Mmmmm Corazon that feels so good. So good." She kept her eyes on Gabi's, green eyes staring back into the rich brown of her lover's. She swallowed, arching again. She wanted to feel as much of her skin against Gabi's skin as she possibly could. The warmth, the softness of her girlfriend was amazing. More importantly, that full body contact drove home that sense of intimacy, of being with her fully now. She twisted a hand in Gabi's hair a little, loving all the contact. Loving that Gabi asked how she liked it. "I'm glad it's you.. my first time. I'm glad it is you." She ran her nails along gabi's back softly, just needing to touch her and keep up the constant contact, to feel close to her and give Gabi sensations of her own to enjoy.
 
Gabi smiled. “Mmm. Better give this one some love,” she said, wrapping her lips around Monica’s left nipple and with her left hand caressing the other nipple still wet from her saliva. After a brief nibble, Gabi sucked at the pink nub and breast, before adjusting her position to kiss her girlfriend’s lips. “I’m so glad, too, princesa. You’re the only one I want.” She slowly nuzzled Monica's lips with her nose.

The brunette took Monica’s hand, which was caressing her back, and kissed it tenderly. She began kissing a line up Monica's arm, first her palm, then wrist, then forearm. Her lips and tongue lingered on her girlfriend’s inner elbow, before placing Monica’s hand on Gabi's toned but still soft stomach.

Gabi lay down beside Monica now, nestled closely against her, though still partially propped up with one elbow. She ran her hand down the outer thigh of the leg Monica had draped across her. She kissed Monica’s mouth, then slowly began to nudge her leg to the side. The brown-eyed girl’s fingers brushed the skin beneath her girlfriend’s navel. She dragged a fingernail just above where the hemline of Monica’s panties would be, had she opted to wear some.

One of her elegant fingers dipped a bit lower now, about an inch from where Monica typically began to shave. “It looks so soft, carino.” Her fingers brushed Monica’s inner thigh now.
 
Monica spread her legs as she felt Gabi's soft fingers exploring. She felt her chest tighten in anticipation and looked into Gabi's eyes "well." She swallowed, saying with more confidence than she felt "why don't you find out." She spread wider, putting one foot on the bed, knee up. She looked into Gabi's dark brown eyes, then wrapped her hand around the back of her head, cradling it before drawing her into a kiss. She sighed, tasting Gabi's mouth on hers, tangling her tongue with her roommates. She slipped the tip of her tongue around and around, her fingers tangling and gathering in Gabi's thick tresses. She pressed her lips to Gabi's, feeling how amazingly soft they were, how refreshingly devoid of stubble. She moaned into the kiss, then closed her eyes, savoring the feel of her roommate's silken soft body against her. She pulled Gabi a little more atop her, wanting to feel all of her against her, needing the comfort of the weight of he body, the warmth of her skin. She moaned again, caught up in each little touch, cognizant of the drag of Gabi's fingers, the brush of her skin, the scent of her so tantalizing in the air.
 
Gabi let out a soft groan as Monica's tongue slithered around hers. As Monica pulled her closer, she felt Gabi’s bountiful breasts and hard nipples brush against her. The Latina looked into her eyes, then looked downward, a familiar grin on her lips. Monica knew the look well; it was a slightly guilty, conspiratorial smile, the same kind she wore when she and Monica poked gentle fun at Gabi’s parents or other authority figures under their noses, or when the two of them had torn through an entire sleeve of store-bought cookies in under an hour. The context, of course, was totally different. Instead of Gabi stifling a giggle at Monica’s witty barb tossed at a clueless classmate, the gorgeous brunette was slipping her hand between Monica’s legs, starting to use a single finger to delicately coax the very topmost portion of her pussy.

Gabi’s index finger was joined by her middle finger. Slowly, she drew them down the length of Monica’s sensitive lips, just brushing them. Soon, her digits reached the point where the soft folds began to part.

Gabi cupped Monica’s soft pussy with her hand. The older girl felt her girlfriend’s fingers grow rigid now, and a moment later, Gabi’s middle and ringer finger were tenderly sliding up and down her labia, beginning to part the warm, moist skin a bit. “You’re so soft, baby.”

Gabi looked Monica in the eyes, then kissed her girlfriend’s forehead. Monica felt a pair of her best friend’s fingers enter her now. They made a languid up and down motion, sometimes pulling out completely to stimulate the outside of her opening, then re-entering to caress her sticky depths.
 
Monica moaned into the kiss. She turned her body just slightly, drawing Gabi into another kiss, closing her eyes as she did. She let her world collapse to the knowing touch of Gabi's fingers between her legs and the softness of her lips. She sighed, cradling Gabi's head in her hands, kissing her over and over. She at once felt the need to respond to the intimate touch, but also didn't want to move and break the spell of Gabi's deft fingers toying with her body. She sighed and let out soft pleasured sounds, letting them slip from lips pressed to her girlfriend's. She swallowed, then sucked at Gabi's lower lip and then her upper. She slid her hand down, cupping a soft breast, brushing the thumb around Gabi's nipple to make it perk. "Oh Corazon" she moaned, her legs held open just enough to let Gabi's soft touch build her up slowly but surely. She could feel the distant building of a tension inside her, feeling her body surrender to Gabi's magical touch. She kissed Gabi's neck then, sucking, biting softly, rubbing her skin against Gabi's, maximizing the amount of touch she could get. She sighed "You make me feel so good baby. Please don't stop touching me" Her hand hefted Gabi's breast, her fingers lightly plucking at a dark nipple "I want you so bad. So fucking bad."
 
As Monica’s lips pressed against Gabi’s, kissing her firmly over and over again, the brunette let out quiet yet throaty moans. All the while, her delicate fingers stayed in motion, applying constant and steady friction to her girlfriend’s most sensitive parts. “Monica,” she sighed as the blonde-haired girl stroked her nipple. “You like this, baby?” she said rhetorically when Monica told her how it felt, the brunette’s tone becoming more urgent.

“God, you’re so sexy,” Gabi moaned. “I love touching you. Touching your pussy.” Her fingers began to shed tiny droplets of Monica’s juices each time they surged in and out of the warm crevice. Gabi’s other arm squeezed Monica against her even more tightly, then started to tenderly knead the flesh of her hip. Locks of black and blonde hair were beginning to stick to both of their bodies as they intertwined.

Gabi’s petite yet determined fingers massaged Monica’s clitoris. The Latina dipped her face down, peppering the blonde’s right breast and nipple with kisses again before teasing the pink nub of her breast with the tip of her tongue. A moment later, she slowly inserted another finger into Monica. “Does that feel okay, carino?”
 
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"that feels really good. keep doing that. curl them a little" She showed Gabi what she meant with her own fingers, then closed her eyes "Fuck that feels good." She ran her hand along Gabi's back, then down to her round ass. She gave it a firm squeeze, feeling the luscious curves of her gorgeous roommate. She dragged her nails softly along the skin, then rocked her hips a little. She ground gently against Gabi's hand, letting the small touches and gentle kisses all build her up. "suck nice and hard baby. please. I like that" She bit her lip, then turned to kiss the top of Gabi's head. She inhaled, then exhaled softly, gently rubbing herself against Gabi's soft palm as she felt the fingers stirring inside her "Just don't stop. you can' touch me all night if you want baby. I'm all yours. All yours."
 
“Like this, baby?” Gabi said, adjusting her fingers following Monica’s instructions. As Monica responded verbally and physically, Gabi kissed her hard, the Latina’s soft lips forming a tight seal around her mouth. Her delicate but precise fingers conformed to the contours of her girlfriend’s pussy.

When Monica grabbed onto Gabi’s ass, the brown-eyed girl put a hand atop it and pressed down as if to keep it in place. “Yess…keep touching me.” She shoved her face in between Monica’s breasts, kissing down to her navel as the blonde girl writhed against her hand. A few seconds later, she latched onto Monica’s right nipple. “Yes, carino,” she said, lips wrapping around the puffy pink flesh. Every muffled moan of satisfaction from the Latina sent soft vibrations along Monica’s breast. Occasionally, Gabi slipped in a tender nibble. “Looove these tits,” she said before filling her mouth once more. She’d never used the word “tits” in front of Monica before. A night of firsts.

Gabi let out a muffled sound of delight as Monica declared she was hers. “That’s it, baby,” Gabi said as Monica continued to rub her soft, wet opening against her petite hand. “Use my hand. Use it, baby. Feel my fingers inside you. That’s it.” She took Monica’s breast into her warm mouth again.
 
Monica's fingers dug into Gabi's ass, pulling her against her. She rocked, grinding in time with Gabi's movements, loving the increased confidence in her roommate, the gentle way she sort of took control of the situation. She squeezed Gabi's fingers, using them to give herself pleasure. The seconds turned to minutes, her hands roaming, exploring, tracing Gabi's generous curves. Her body pressed up, instinctively seeking the warmth of her lover's skin. She gripped her a little hard, but not hard enough to bruise. Her body strained, feeling her muscles coil to the point of almost being painful, then she bucked, cumming against Gabi's hand, feeling the flood of endorphins and emotions as she orgasmed. She gasped, her body shuddering, her muscles all firing and then her body flooding with that sense of relaxation that came in the wake of her release. She covered Gabi's hand, trying to stop it, sensitive now. She shuddered, feeling more little aftershocks of her orgasm, then felt the tears rolling down her cheeks from the physical and emotional release. She sobbed a moment, then kissed Gabi over and over "fuck. thank you. thank you. fuck."
 
“Come on, baby. Come on. Do this for me. Do this for me, baby. Yes! Yes, querida!” Gabi said as Monica’s body began to erupt in pleasure. In the aftermath, she held Monica tightly, one hand still slick from the blonde girl’s pussy. “Oh, sweetie,” she said, kissing away her lover’s tears. She let herself be kissed now, chestnut eyes closed, chin tilting upward, and a supremely contented look on her face. Gabi purred with each caress of Monica’s lips. Her hair and limbs were both splayed haphazardly across her bed, the position somehow seeming both random and as carefully posed as a woman in a Romantic painting.
 
She shuddered, feeling an outpouring of emotion as well as the physical release, a catharsis that came with her orgasm. She turned into Gabi, burying her face in her hair, kissing along her neck, clinging to her, only at the last moment remembering to be as gentle as she can and not use her full strength "oh god" She muttered, tangling a leg in Gabi's, pressing herself against her curvy lover. She ran her hands along Gabi's stunning body, stroking, feeling her against her. She pressed in tight, kissing all along her shoulder and neck "mmmm fuck I needed that so bad. I needed you so bad" she kissed along Gabi's jaw to her lips, sucking at her upper, then her lower. Her hands slowed a bit, now wandering with more purpose, exploring Gabi's softness, tracing her hands over her hips, her breasts, just touching her where she could "my beautiful Gabi" She sighed and kissed her over and over, unable to be close enough, to touch her enough or kiss her enough. She was wrapped up and enraptured, feeling closer to Gabi in that moment than she had to anyone in so long. She sighed and buried her face in Gabi's neck, then cupped a breast "is that how you like it? Should I use my hand? What do you want baby? I want to make you feel good too. I want you to feel like I feel."
 
“I’m so happy, carino,” Gabi said. “I need you.” Her tone reminded Monica of the few times she’d seen Gabi intoxicated, but she knew the dark-haired girl hadn’t had a sip of alcohol, and was instead likely overwhelmed by emotion and desire. For a few more moments, she simply reveled in Monica’s kisses, but then, began to return them, her lips pressing against her girlfriend’s cheek, neck, shoulders, and lips. Her hands roamed once more, exploring Monica’s taut-yet-still soft thigh and digging her fingers into the malleable flesh of the blonde girl’s ass. “Sweetie, I’m so wet for you.” She grasped Monica’s hand and guided it down between her legs while at the same time, kissing her lover’s forehead and running one hand through Monica’s golden locks..

Monica felt the slickness of Gabi’s pussy immediately while the Latina stroked her hair. “Touch my pussy, Mon. Pleeease touch it.”
 
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Monica kissed along Gabi's neck, sliding her hand down between her legs. She sat up a moment, looking down, moving her hand and rotating it back and forth, wriggling her fingers then doing the same before she thought she had the motion right. She lay back down alongside Gabi, slipping her hand back to her girlfriend, rubbing her lips in a circle. She kissed Gabi's neck, her hand moving steadily, rubbing lips against Gabi's clit, gently massaging. She kissed below her ear "how's that? enough pressure/ too much?" trying to gage her reactions and adjust, but also wanting that verbal feedback. "how do you like to be touched?" She sucked on Gabi's earlobe, pressing in against her, keeping her motions steady, circling and circling at a pace she liked for herself, but trusting Gabi to say what she needed, more, less, faster, slower. "I want you to feel amazing. you deserve to feel amazing. you're so wonderful. You're so good to me" she slipped the pad of one finger around and around, brushing Gabi's clit and slipping away before again just making circles against her lips and clit. "I'm so lucky you're mine."
 
“Yeahh,” Gabi sighed as Monica began to touch her between her thighs. She adjusted her left leg to give Monica easier access. “Yess. Mmm, that feels good, baby,” she said, stroking her girlfriend’s hair. “Yes. Mmm.” She kissed Monica’s neck, then nuzzled her softly. “Oooh. You can go a little slower, querida. Take your time.”

As Monica adjusted her pace, Gabi closed her eyes, a pleased smile on her face. Her brow furrowed momentarily and her mouth formed a circle as if she was going to let out a gasp, but no sound came. “Ohhh,” she moaned a moment later. While Monica sang her praises, the blonde-haired girl could feel Gabi’s grip on her upper hip tightening, the brunette’s body beginning to tense up. “Oh, sweetie. I’m so glad to be…” She let out a soft but high-pitched sound of pleasure, covering her mouth with her hand. “Goddd, that feels good. Yess.”

“Ohh, Monica. Kiss me,” she said, leaning towards her lover’s mouth and locking lips. “Keep doing…keep doing that,” Gabi added, then twisted her tongue against Monica’s once more. The brown-haired girl closed her eyes. “Sonando. Estoy sonando.” I’m dreaming.

Gabi began to put her hips to use, rubbing up against Monica’s fingers, tentatively at first. “I can’t believe this is…” She reopened her eyes and gazed into her lover’s. “It feels so good.”
 
Monica let Gabi control the pressure, just concentrating on moving her fingers at a steady pace, so the girl could get used to it and find the rhythm. She slipped down, sucking a thick dark nipple into her mouth. She latched her teeth to the base and fluttered her tongue across, then released and sucked the other. She pulled firmly with her mouth, looking up at her beautiful roommate. This was different, weird but good, and part of her was just trying to keep track of where she was and what she was doing. Still, she was caught up in it, feeling Gabi move beneath her, watching her beautiful face, hearing the urgency in her voice. Her fingers moved, rubbing, trying to please her. She kept her body half laying atop Gabi as she did so, covering her and pinning her to the bed. "you're so beautiful, Corazon. my sexy Gabi." she moaned and sucked hard again, then pushed up and kissed Gabi over and over, wanting that intimate contact, lips tugging at Gabi's lips "I'm so glad its you, love"
 
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