Anna beamed at her, but finally cleared her throat.“I think I’m nervous,” she admitted.
“You know we don’t have to do anything tonight, right?” Brooke asked. She lowered her voice to barely above a whisper.“We kind of did this a bit backwards. It’s okay if we course correct and go on a few real dates first. You know that, right?”
Anna let out a small laugh.“You know you don’t have to be perfect all the time?” She started playing with Brooke's palm again.“You could save some for the rest of us.”
Brooke smiled at her, watching Anna’s face to give more away. Anna finally looked up from their hands and into Brooke's eyes.“I think I’m just nervous because of how much I want this. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you.”
All of the air immediately escaped Brooke's lungs. She knew exactly what Anna meant. Sure, she had had other partners, and sure she had been excited about those experiences as they happened, but this was different. This was something she had wanted for so long, and the last thing she wanted to do was disappoint Anna. It had been so long since she had had a physical relationship, that thought dawned on her suddenly.“I’m far from perfect,” Brooke whispered.“It’s also been quite a while since I’ve done this,” she admitted, feeling the heat from her blush creep up her neck.
Anna bit her bottom lip.“I’ve never been with a woman before. I’ve known that I’m bi since I hit puberty, but it’s just never really happened.” She was quick to add,“but I do really want you and this. So,” she paused, letting her words sink into the space between them,“maybe we can figure it out together?”
Suddenly, Brooke's nerves all melted. Anna didn’t have crazy high expectations or notions of what tonight was going to be. She just wanted Brooke, and Brooke certainly wanted her. Brooke nodded happily.“I think that sounds perfect, honestly.”
The rest of their ride felt like sitting in a pressure cooker. Anna fiddled with the rings on Brooke's finger and traced the lines of her palm. She ran her fingers up and down the length of Brooke’s fingers and fiddled with the end of the sleeve of Brooke's tuxedo. It was all Brooke could do to not unbuckle her seatbelt and kiss Anna all the way back to Nate and Mel’s.
Fortunately, she didn’t have to wait for long. Soon, Clarence was pulling to a stop and exiting the vehicle. Brooke wondered how much he could hear from the front, because after a few seconds, he dared to open the door for them. Anna climbed out with a helping hand from Clarence and Brooke followed.
Her hands shook as she slipped the key into the lock on the front door. The second the deadbolt clicked into place behind her and they had kicked their shoes off in the entryway, Anna practically launched herself at Brooke. Their lips crashed together desperately. Brooke was faintly aware of her keys falling to the floor as they stumbled farther into the house. Anna’s fingers fumbled with the knot in the middle of Brooke’s bowtie.
“Just tug one of the ends,” Brooke mumbled, as her mouth moved to kiss hungrily down Anna’s neck.
Anna did as she was told and with one yank, Brooke's tie was undone and Anna began fighting with the buttons of Brooke's waistcoat.
The kitchen was closer to their bedroom and somehow they found themselves up against the kitchen counter. Anna gasped as her hips crashed into the wooden cabinets and marble top. Brooke’s hands slid down from the safety of Anna’s waist over the fullness of her ass. She lifted with ease, settling Anna down on the counter top as her mouth followed the neckline of Anna’s dress.
Anna was practically panting as her entire body arched up and into Brooke's.“Fuck,” she whispered, her voice a shaky mess. Her fingers tangled into Brooke's braid as she leaned even farther back, giving Brooke room to explore.
Brooke's hands trailed upwards, her fingertips digging ever so slightly into Anna’s dress. She found the zipper at the nape of Anna’s neck and she made quick work of the hook and eye at the top. Before she tugged the zipper downwards, Brooke pulled back and made eye contact with Anna. Both of them were nearly out of breath, their chests rose and fell with exertion as they stared at each other.
“Do you still want this?” Brooke asked, her voice rough and unsteady with need.
Anna nodded quickly, gulping down air.“Yes,” she whispered back.
While still making eye contact, Brooke unzipped Anna’s dress all the way down Anna’s back, letting the fabric fall apart slowly. Brooke didn’t let her gaze drift as Anna slipped her arms out of the sleeves, letting the fabric pile around her waist. When Brooke gave in and let her gaze fall, she let out a whimper that had been buried somewhere deep within. Anna’s strapless bra was a black, lacy number that probably did nothing for support and did everything for aesthetics. Brooke could make out the edges of Anna’s areolas through the fabric, the lace doing nothing to stop the pebbling of Anna’s nipples.
Brooke's thumb circled Anna’s stiff peak, watching as Anna’s eyes fell shut. her mouth fell open, and she leaned even harder into the touch. A low whine left her throat the second Brooke stopped.“This bra could not have been comfortable all night,” Brooke mused.
Anna shook her head.“It was awful.” Her dark brown eyes opened slowly, her gaze focusing on Brooke's face.“I didn’t bring a single practical undergarment.”
Brooke's eyes widened.“You mean…” She didn’t even know how to finish that sentence.
Anna let out a rough chuckle and nodded.“Yep.”
The sentiment weighed heavily between them. Anna had truly wanted this. She had packed for this moment and had dressed in such a way that she would have been ready at any time. Brooke blushed at the thought. Anna’s underwear was sexy lingerie. Her own was a plain white bra and plain black boxer briefs to match her outfit. She didn’t even own sexy lingerie. She wondered if she should change that when they got home.
She didn’t get to spiral on that thought for too long though, because Anna pushed her tuxedo top off her shoulders and worked it down over her elbows. Instead of letting it fall to the floor, Anna set the jacket down gently on the counter next to herself. Then she grabbed Brooke's hands and guided her back to her dress still bunched around her waist. As soon as Brooke's brain had caught up, Anna lifted her hips enough for Brooke to pull the dress off of her the rest of the way.
Brooke froze, she knew she was staring, but she couldn’t stop. Anna’s body was actual perfection. Fortunately, she had a moment to just admire Anna as Anna undid the rest of the buttons on the waistcoat and then of her shirt, working her way downwards one by one. When they were all undone, Anna tugged Brooke's shirt loose from her tuxedo pants and let her fingers come to rest on Brooke's belt.
“Is this okay?” Anna asked, her voice filled with a warmth and a kindness that was so pure, it almost made Brooke's eyes water.
Brooke nodded in response.“Yes,” she whispered, surging forward to capture Anna’s lips in another hungry kiss.
Brooke felt her belt get yanked through her belt loops. She felt Anna’s fingers making quick work of the button at the center of her pants, and without breaking their kiss for one second she felt her pants fall to the floor. She stepped out of them with ease as her hands glided up Anna’s bare thighs. Anna’s panties had been equally impractical, the lace doing nothing to cover anything. Her hands came to rest on Anna’s hips, only leaving when Anna moved, tugging her waistcoat and her button down off her body all at once. The motion was followed quickly by the lift of her undershirt.
When she was down to just her underwear and her bra, Brooke lifted Anna with ease, feeling their almost bare bodies coming together in the middle of the kitchen was almost enough to talk Brooke out of moving them into the bedroom, but as Anna wrapped herself around Brooke, Brooke persisted. She weaved them down the short hallway and into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them with a solid thunk.
If she let herself, Brooke could get lost in the feeling of their stomachs pressed together, everywhere their skin touched felt suddenly sacred. She leaned Anna back on the bed and slid them both up until a pillow was under Anna’s head. She kissed down Anna’s throat and across her collar bones, reveling in the feeling of Anna’s grip tightening in her hair. Her lips traced lower, following the line of Anna’s bra. Brooke traced the pattern of the lace with her tongue, following downwards until her tongue found Anna’s nipple. Anna moaned as Brooke's lips closed around it, completely unbothered by the lace.
