Isn't It Romantic update

Felicity found herself alone with Sara in what turned out to be her real bedroom, the pad on the floor of Laurel’s room only being for certain playful scenarios. Felicity was relieved. Between Sara’s impressive bust and the acrobatics she did, the girl needed all the lumbar support she could get.

Sara might’ve been one of the bitches in her arrangement with Laurel and Thea, but she was well looked after. The room was nicely furnished and decorated, with little mementos and keepsakes dotting everything. It surprised Felicity to see how Sara had so many pictures of Laurel and Thea, the women who dominated her. 

Everywhere she looked, there was a steady stream of pictures of the three of them embracing, hiking, goofing around, or cuddling. It made their life together look like one big sorority slumber party. Felicity felt very needy all of a sudden—she wanted to be in a cuddle puddle with the Lances and Thea as much as she wanted the deviant sex they’d enticed her with.

Sara laid in the bed. The sheet covered her breasts, but nothing else covered Sara’s body. Felicity just knew that she was naked under the bedsheet and comfortable, and although she’d seen that unnaked nudity in just about every movie and TV show ever, Felicity still felt a thrill of arousal going through her. She was with Sara and Sara was half-naked and Laurel had told Sara to fuck her. 

So why was she hesitating? And why was Sara hesitating? Were they both bottoms? Was that it? Felicity never would’ve believed that Sara of all people could be reluctant when it came to sex, so… maybe Sara didn’t want her? Wasn’t attracted to her? Would only fuck her because Laurel had told her to? Felicity didn’t want that.

“Scared?” Sara asked, putting her hands behind her head. Whatever she was feeling, she had to be doing a better job of hiding it than Felicity. She seemed like her usual confident self—and Felicity felt like her usual panicked self.

“Some.”

“That’s okay. I think that’s why Laurel wanted the two of us together. We’re not throwing you into the deep end.” Sara patted the bed next to her. “Why don’t you just lie down with me? If you don’t want to do anything, we won’t. We can just sleep.”

“Will that be okay with Laurel?”

“Of course. But if you want, I can tell her I rocked your world.”

Felicity colored. Something about Sara saying those words seemed far more intimidating than everything she had seen Laurel and Thea and Sara actually do. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she breathed.

“One thing though,” Sara said, and teased the bedsheet down almost to her nipples. “No clothes.”

“No clothes?” Felicity squeaked.

Sara smiled reassuringly at her. “We have to get you a little out of your comfort zone, right? This isn’t a slumber party.”

“No. It isn’t,” Felicity agreed, picking at her buttons. “You… wouldn’t mind that? Sleeping in the same bed as me? Not wearing anything?”

Sara’s eyebrows raised. “Sounds a little cozy when you put it like that.” She drew back the covers on what apparently was to be Felicity’s side. “You’ll get used to it. Eventually, it’ll be more comfortable. I wouldn’t ask any woman to go to sleep in a bra.”

“Okay…” Felicity took off her blouse and put it on top of the dresser. Then she unzipped her skirt and placed it with the blouse. 

Sara watched, head on her hand, as Felicity removed her bra and panties, keeping her back to the other woman. She still felt terribly vulnerable, exposed, tender in all her nakedness. Even if all Sara saw was her ass, it was hard for Felicity not to think of all the things that happened to asses in this house. They were most certainly not verboten.

She ended up turned to the side, sort of strafing toward the bed with one hand down to cover her pussy and her other arm across her breasts.

“You don’t have to be nervous,” Sara cooed at her. “Here. Look.” She turned away, resting on her side as she faced the other way. “Now no one’s looking.”

“Thanks,” Felicity muttered, and slipped under the covers. She felt the silk sheets against her bare skin so keenly that it was like they were caressing her, touching her all over with the warmth from Sara’s body. Yet she felt cold. The sheets were a poor substitute for Sara’s touch; even for having Sara’s eyes on her.

Impulsively, Felicity flung the sheets off of her body. Sara twisted at the sound of them unfurling and saw Felicity lying there, her flesh entirely bared, her long lean body, her supple breasts, the cornsilk hair at the junction of her thighs. Felicity hadn’t thought to shave or wax—why hadn’t she done anything about her muff?

“Wow,” Sara giggled, sounding a little awed as she looked Felicity. “I just love how hairy you are. Not hairy. Fluffy. Furry?” She shook her head, laughing nervously. “Sorry… can I touch it? Please? I just… really want to know what it feels like.”

Felicity pulled at the sheets that should’ve been covering her body, straightening them. She was afraid to cover herself up and afraid to leave herself bare. “You’re making me blush,” she cringed.

“Sorry,” Sara said, turning onto her back and staring up at the ceiling. “I didn’t mean to. It’s just that I’ve never seen you naked before. And now that I have, I want to do more than look at you. Isn’t that weird?”

“Weird how?” Felicity asked, a little quickly and a little harshly. Weird because why would you want to touch some scrawny Jewish IT girl when you come from a family of blonde ubermenschs and Thea is your pet brunette? 

“I’ve just been content to look at you for a long time,” Sara said. “It’s weird how much I suddenly need to… touch you…”

Felicity bit her lip. She wanted to slam her head into the wall. Imagine thinking Sara, of all people, would treat her like some high school mean girl. Sara, her friend, the biggest feminist Felicity knew, who loved women so much that… well, even her own sister… that was weird. This was more—kinky.

“Show me you,” Felicity said. “You got to see me, now I get to see you.”

Sara grinned. “For your information, it’s ‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.’ But I’ll accept that as a good faith effort.”

Felicity totally forgot about her embarrassment as she saw Sara lift the sheets out of the way. She didn’t know where to look first—the long slim legs or the thick, shapely ass that somehow bulged from Sara’s tight little hips, begging to be spanked. Felicity’s pussy clenched. She didn’t know what to say, what to do, and before she could come up with any reply to what Sara was showing her—offering her?—creaking bedsprings sounded off in the adjacent room. The sounds quickly grew louder, sharing space with voices… groans, cries, and howls escaping through the thin wall.

“Thea and Laurel,” Sara said, amusement glinting in her eyes. “They fuck every night.”

“Not you?” Felicity asked, as though she couldn’t believe anyone would pick Thea over Sara.

Sara glanced at her, seeming to pluck the meaning right out of her words. “Maybe Laurel doesn’t want to play favorites.”

“I would,” Felicity said.

Then Sara surprised Felicity by doing the one thing Felicity never would’ve expected: she sniffled. “I don’t love Laurel,” she whimpered. “And I don’t love Thea. Being their bitch, it gets me off. I like them enough, but feelings don’t come into it. You… Make love to me. Don’t just fuck me; show me you mean it. Please…”

Felicity’s eyes widened, watching tears streak down Sara’s high cheekbones. Gently she reached to Sara’s face, wiping away the running tears with her sweaty hand. “If it were just Thea and Laurel, I wouldn’t have agreed to this,” she whispered into Sara’s ear. “I dreamed that maybe—if they’re being so rough with you—there’d be room for me to be tender. I don’t know if I could bear to fuck you the way they do. I just want to touch you.”

“I like it when you touch me,” Sara said, her voice gentle, even childlike. She inched closer to Felicity, until the hacker could feel her hot breath on her naked skin. “Is it okay if I touch you?”

“Yes,” Felicity said, shocking herself by not stammering or babbling at all.

She closed her eyes, the tension too much for her. She felt sure something would go wrong, something would be off, and she couldn’t bear to look at it. But all she felt was Sara’s hand on her belly, soft fingers stirring the downy hairs around her belly button. By degrees, the light caress moved down to Felicity’s bush, the fingertips winding their way into Felicity’s satiny pubic hairs.

“So soft,” Sara cooed, running her hand through the blonde hair until Felicia began to squirm. Sara wasn’t touching her, just some hair. And it was still making her warm all over. 

She brought a hand up over her midsection, stopping it in mid-air before she could possibly touch Sara’s arm. “Sara, don’t…”

The hand stopped roving through Felicity’s pubic hair, but it didn’t pull away. Felicity supposed that, even if Sara had to stop, she didn’t want to deprive herself of that feeling until the last possible moment. “Don’t what?”

“Don’t just touch me,” Felicity breathed. “You wouldn’t like it if all I did was touch you.”

Sara’s voice dropped. “Then what do you want me to do?” The teasing would be cruel if it weren’t so… playful.

“Please, Sara…”

Sara’s hand settled down against Felicity’s sex, giving it something solid for all its pulsing and throbbing to sound against. “It’s warm,” Sara gasped. “And wet. I can feel it dripping down between your asscheeks. God, I wish my cunt was as nice as yours.”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Felicity asked, blushing.

“I don’t know. But when I touch myself, it’s not nearly as good as touching this.”

Sara’s forefinger slipped through the thick muff, burning its way into Felicity’s mound.

“Aaah!” Felicity cried, flattening herself to the mattress, spreading her legs wide. “Be careful! God, be careful! I’m all tensed up—I’m gonna break your finger!”

Sara whistled as she moved about on the groaning mattress, kneeling between Felicity’s open thighs. “Please, try it,” she goaded. “I’ve gotten hurt worse for stupider reasons.”

“Yeah, you probably have a really tough finger,” Felicity realized out loud. “But don’t… take any risks.”

“Why not? Your pussy is worth it. It looks so beautiful. Pussies like this must be why girls invented strap-ons. I wish I had a cock to fuck this pussy with. You deserve so much more than just a finger.”

“Use it anyway,” Felicity moaned. “Oooooh—I love your fucking finger. My wet pussy… I hope it’s wet enough for you. Isn’t it?”

Sara grinned to herself. Felicity’s usual babble had a desperate, keening tone that was surprisingly sexy. Her cunt was obviously hungry for anything, even Sara’s slender finger. The clenching folds beckoned and soon Sara added another finger for that tender pinkness to grip and massage. Felicity’s walls stretched and quivered, like not even her body knew what to do with the pleasure Sara was giving her.

Felicity’s pussy ran wet with her lust, coating Sara’s fingers until they dripped every time they emerged from inside the girl. Along with Felicity’s cooing moans, Sara took this as encouragement, fucking her fingers into Felicity at a growing pace.

Felicity felt her lover’s small fingers burning into her, Sara’s thumb keeping up a constant friction on her tender clit. It became impossible to hold still. She ground her ass into the mattress, bedsprings creaking enough to make Felicity self-conscious about how wide her hips were and how round her buttocks were.

“Sara! Sara! You’re making me hot all over! Gghh! Is that supposed to happen?”

“Oh fuck yes,” Sara told her. “Your pussy’s supposed to be all heat and your cream’s supposed to be covering my hand. God, Felicity, I could fuck you all night! You and your golden pussy… every time I heard you on comms, I thought of you sitting at your computer in one of those tight dresses, on that fat, spankable ass, and I just wanted to… to be kneeling between her legs, eating you out every moment you were helping us!”

“Then do it!” Felicity cried, not knowing where the words were coming from or how they sounded so vehement, but letting them out all the same. “Eat my pussy now! Bury your face in my cunt and start sucking! Scratch my itch before I lose my mind!”

Sara giggled at how horny Felicity sounded. “If you insist,” she said, still shoving her fingers in and out of Felicity’s sex, now knowing that the cream she was drawing from it would soon be anointing her lips. “Promise to come in my mouth?”

“Please!” Felicity keened.

Sara took her fingers away, leaving Felicity’s cunt a juicy collection of throbs and pulses. Then she dropped her head down to Felicity’s mound, taking a moment to deeply sniff all the lust she’d provoked there.

“Please!” Felicity repeated. “You started this, now finish it!”

I started it? Sara thought. Who spends half the day bent over misbehaving computers, shoving her fat ass up in the air with no visible panty lines even?

But she didn’t torture Felicity by taking the time to say any of that. Besides, she was hardly innocent, always hoping Felicity would notice as she exercised in yoga pants and a sports bra right next to Felicity’s workstation. And Felicity had asked if she wanted to spar sometime, teach her a little self-defense. Sara had no idea how she would’ve gotten through that without humping Felicity’s leg like a dog that was really happy to see her.

All the while, she lowered her head down and down. Felicity gasped, feeling Sara’s breath against her slick folds. She quivered, filled with anticipation, and then Sara’s lips took hold of her clit.

“Hhhha!” Felicity howled, stiffening up like a stroke victim as the feeling plunged deep inside of her. “Are you trying to kill me? Pl-pl-play with my pussy! My clit can’t t-t-take it! Ooooh!”

Sara obediently released Felicity’s clit, but she couldn’t help herself—she flicked her tongue against Felicity’s button to make her cry out some more. 

Felicity couldn’t help herself either. Overcome, she grabbed Sara’s head and bucked against it, forcing her hot pussy to Sara’s mouth, smearing her face with boiling lust.

“Shit! Shiiiit! Sara, you motherfucker, eat me, eat my pussy! Oh, fuuuck!”

Sara just had to wrench her head up from Felicity’s pussy and look her in the eye, mouth dripping with what little of Felicity’s delicious juices she hadn’t managed to swallow. “Did nerdy little Felicity Smoak just swear?”

Felicity restrained her response to merely grabbing Sara’s head and forcing her back down. She felt Sara’s tongue gliding into her pussy, some kind of keening friction making her pussy burn. Her lithe body jerked uncontrollably, the bed shaking and squeaking harder than ever as Felicity bounced on it.

“Mmmff!” Sara groaned, holding her mouth at Felicity’s sex, keeping it working frantically.

“Shit! Shit!” Felicity gasped. The tip of Sara’s tongue scorched the very core of her! “And you wonder why I’m fucking swearing!?”