Grace sat in her car shaking as the rain fell. She was gripping the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles had gone white. She had been parked in this spot for twenty minutes paralyzed. Her breath came out ragged and was fogging up the wind shield. She knew what she had to do to end this, start this. Whichever happened. It was just so god dammed hard. The last few weeks had been brutal. She had barely slept and her stomach was in knots. People were worried about her. She stared into the middle space, seeing nothing and her heartbeat was like thunder, drowning out all sound. It was late.

Someone locked up their shop.

A car drove past.

The rain fell.

Grace leapt out of her car and ran across the street. The rain pelted her and she was half soaked by the time she reached the other side. She smashed the door buzzer three times, and huddled in the doorway. A light went on inside. Samantha opened the door and peered out, confused.

“Grace? What is it? What’s wrong?” asked Samantha, confusion quickly becoming concern. All courage drained from Grace then. She stood in Samantha’s doorway shuddering, barely able to speak.

“I – umm… I –“ Words failed her.

“Come inside quick, I –“

Grace kissed her. She kissed her long and hard.

She grabbed Samantha by the shirt and yanked her closer, mashing their lips together. Samantha started, trying to pull away, but Grace wouldn’t allow it. She pressed her into the wall and wound her arms around her body, desperately holding on. Samantha relaxed into Grace’s body and began to return the kiss in kind, matching her fervor. They stood there, under the yellow porch light, moaning into one another’s mouths, frantically pawing at one another’s bodies. They grinded together, clothes drenched, breathing heavy. It was Samantha who pulled away first. She swallowed and took a deep breath.

They looked at one another for a long moment. Grace’s expression was an open book; a perfect portrait of vulnerability and need. The sight of it moved Samantha and she drew her back in, kissing her tenderly. Grace let out a quivering breath and smiled. Her expression quickly turned to lust.

The pair stepped inside and quickly attacked one another. They tore at one another’s clothes, pulling the wet fabric away in a flurry of motion. Soon they were nearly bare, down to their bras and panties, hands probing their naked flesh. Their breathing was shallow, more gasps than breath. Grace pushed Samantha onto the couch and straddled her from above. Kissing her passionately, she pulled up her captive’s bra, and began sucking on her cherry colored buds. Samantha cried out, back arched, as Grace licked, pinched, and teased her stiff nipples. She wound a leg between Grace’s thighs and began to grind the girl’s hot sex, her leg soon glistening from the juices flowing from her lover’s slit. Grace pressed her lips to hers, winding her fingers through her hair, as she rode Samantha’s calf. She moaned and whined openly as her clit sent flares of pleasure through her body. She shoved her hand down between Samantha’s thighs and began toying with her pussy, tracing circles on her clit. Samantha bucked and writhed, and bit down on Grace’s neck. She let out a yelp of pain and pleasure, doubling the speed of her hand, spurring Samantha on. Samantha shoved Grace off of her and got on her knees. Her eyes smoldered with lust and Graces breath caught in her throat. No one had ever looked at her like that, so openly wanting of her.

“Samantha, I –“

Samantha threw herself on top of her, kissing her wildly, nails clawing at her tender skin. She yanked the moist panties off of Grace’s crotch and slid her hand between her legs. Grace’s cunt was on fire and streaming with cum. Grace shook at the touch and let out a soundless call. Samantha bent forward and began to devour her pussy, lapping hungrily at her juices, loving the incoherent squeaks of her lover. She slid two fingers inside her, thrusting them in and out, while toying with Grace’s vulva and clit. Grace shook harder and mashed Samantha’s face against her aching pussy. Samantha lapped harder and furiously pumped her fingers, fucking Grace for all she was worth. Grace cried out, feral and deafening, as her muscles seized and her body contracted. She came hard, trembling all over, trapping Samantha to her. Long moments passed before her body relaxed. Samantha sat back up with confident grin on her face. The pussy juice smeared on her lips only made it sexier.

Grace looked beautiful then; half-spent, raw, and needing. She tried to speak, but her words caught in her throat and she turned away embarrassed. Samantha turned her towards her and kissed her full on the mouth, letting Grace taste of herself. She quickly relaxed again and returned the kiss.

“My turn,” whispered Samantha seductively, snapping her panties. Grace playfully bit her lip and pushed Samantha to the floor, letting her spread out. Grace went for her panties, but Samantha kept squirming away, chuckling like a bratty child. With a smile, Grace grabbed her leg and gave her a quick smack on the behind, more sound than pain. It made Samantha purr. Grace pulled off her sopping panties, and took a deep inhale of her pussy. The salty and humid smell made her eyes roll backward, and she began to glide her tongue slowly over the warm flesh. Samantha moaned languidly and demanded more. Grace started to lick faster and slid two fingers into her wanton slit. Samantha writhed and groaned, arching her back in tandem with Graces fingers, still pleading for more. Grace slid four fingers inside her, stretching out her hole. Samantha cried out louder, in brief, staccato bursts. Grace ate up the pleasure she was giving, thrilled to see Samantha, beautiful, wonderful Samantha, in the throes of lust and passion. She squirmed, pulled and pinched at her nipples, and begged drunkenly for more. Grace shivered with her own lust, as she began to push her whole hand inside Samantha. She pumped in and out, forcing more in each time and finally she slid inside, all the way to her wrist. Samantha’s nails raked the carpet when she did. She rode the woman’s fist with a fervor she didn’t know she had. She tore at her hair, pulled on her nipples, lost to agony and pleasure as she was stretched out more than ever before. She came savagely, painfully squeezing Grace’s hand, and letting loose a torrent of profanity the likes of which neither had ever heard. Finally she collapsed to the floor.

Samantha’s breathing slowed and after a quiet minute she came back to herself. The rain was still falling outside, music with an irregular beat. Grace was kneeling on the floor, tense, with her eyes downcast. A pregnant moment passed. She was growing more anxious by the second, fidgeting and rubbing her hands on her legs.

“Saman –“ She couldn’t get the words out.

Samantha went to her, cradled her in her arms. Grace shivered at the touch, but didn’t return the embrace.

“Tell me sweetie,” whispered Samantha soothingly. “You can tell me anything, you know that.” Grace tried again and failed.

“It’s ok. Tell me,” she said stroking her hair.

Grace broke away and looked Samantha full in the face. Her eyes were glassy as tears appeared.

“I love you,” she said, one tear sliding down her cheek.

A wave of emotion swept through Samantha at the simple confession. Tears welled in her eyes as she took Grace in her arms again.

“I love you too,” she breathed, realizing the truth.

Grace returned the embrace and they held one another as tears came unbidden. They stayed that way, firmly in one another’s embrace, listening to the rain falling outside.