Gemma patted her hands in understanding. “I workwith kids who are LGBTQ+ and don’t have a home. Some of them have tried to find another way out, and we are there for them.”
“And you’re there for Rory.” Emily grinned impishly and waggled her eyebrows a bit.
“Oh, I’m always there for Rory.” Gemma smiled, hoping to move the conversation to a lighter tone. “We were best friends growing up, and she always got me out of trouble. Stands to reason she’d become a lawyer.”
“Oh, what a lovely story.” Emily pushed a lingerie set towards Gemma. “I thought your style might be a little different from Rory’s. I’m not sure whether you or she would like these better?” Emily winked.
Gemma checked the size of the lacy things Emily had bought for her. “How did you get my size right first time?”
Emily mimed dusting her fingernails on her shirt. “Itismy job, you know?”
They giggled, and Rory poked her head around the curtain.
“Do I want to know what you’re giggling about, Gems?”
Gemma looked at the startled look on Rory’s face and bit back a smile. She knew that life would not always be this easy and that they would not find acceptance like this everywhere but, for now, they were happy and together.
Gemma hadn’t thought selecting a suit would be so involved, but after an afternoon of single-breasted versus double-breasted, white versus black dinner jacket and to cummerbund or not she was exhausted. Rory had fully leaned into the personal shopping experience, and Charles and Emily had been a revelation. They had talked openlywith Rory about their nephew and his experience. He was studying medicine, and the pride they had when they spoke of him was incredible. In the end, Rory had chosen an off-the-rack tux that Charles was having altered to her size. A blue suit for her to wear now and a further three suits that were also being altered for her. Along with shirts, underwear and the lingerie for Gemma, the bill had been astronomical, but Rory hadn’t seemed to mind.
Once they were back outside the store, Rory paused before looking at Gemma.
“Do you want to have dinner together, or should we…” She trailed off.
“Should we get takeaway at home and then you carry on what you started in the changing room?” Gemma bit her bottom lip. “Gosh, what a decision!” She pretended to think for a bit and then dragged Rory towards the tube station. As it was rush hour, the train was packed, and they needed to press into a corner to get on. Gemma perched on a sort of seat at the end of the carriage and Rory braced herself around Gemma. They nestled the shopping bags between Gemma’s legs. As much as Rory tried to give her space, inevitably she ended up pressed against Gemma, with every roll of the carriage sending Rory’s body pushing closer towards her. Eventually, Gemma ran her hands over Rory’s hips and pulled her closer. The rest of the journey was exquisite torture with Rory’s body brushing hers. Gemma had thought that after their tryst in the changing room earlier, she would be satisfied. But she just wanted more. The walk from the tube station was far longer than Gemma remembered. As soon as they were in Rory’s house, Rory pulled her phone from her pocket, presumably to order dinner. Gemma controlled herself long enough to let Rory order food.
“It says it should be delivered in forty-five…”
Rory didn’t get to finish her sentence. Gemma rushed forward and pressed her lips to Rory’s. Her girlfriend caught on quickly and cupped Gemma’s face with her hands. Rory’s lips moved against hers, and Gemma felt her legs quiver. No one had ever turned her on like Rory did. Rory’s hands moved down her back and cupped her bottom. Electricity flicked through Gemma and darted towards her clit.
Rory tugged upwards, and Gemma grinned. Completely overtaken by lust on Tuesday evening, their phone call had quickly become something more heated, and Rory had mentioned how much she enjoyed having Gemma’s legs wrapped round her. Gemma bounced up on her feet and launched herself at Rory. Her girlfriend easily caught her, and Gemma settled around Rory’s waist. Rory’s arms came around her back to hold her in place. Gemma pressed her lips forward again and then teased her tongue out. Rory tasted of champagne and coffee, and Gemma couldn’t get enough. She caressed Rory’s tongue with her own and lost herself in the feeling of their mouths coming together. Her brain was so consumed with thoughts of Rory that she didn’t notice Rory walking them into the living room, and so when Rory dropped her on the sofa she landed with an audible “oof”. She didn’t have any time to think about it because Rory’s fingers were flying over her skin. Rory seemed to be on a mission to touch every part of her.
“Hey.” Gemma cupped Rory’s face. “We have all night, remember.”
“Want you now.” Rory’s eyes were almost black, and desire shone from them. She pulled her T-shirt from her jeans and threw it on thefloor by the sofa. She ran her hands over the smooth skin of Rory’s back, loving the feeling of Rory shivering in her arms.
“I want to taste you.” Rory's eyes were hooded, and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. Gemma’s breath hitched at the thought of Rory’s lips and tongue on her.
Frantically, she grasped at the edges of her own top and pulled off. She slipped her bra off at the same time and almost before it hit the floor, Rory’s hands and mouth were on her breasts. Gemma couldn’t get enough of Rory loving her breasts. She arched her back to thrust them forward and was rewarded when Rory flicked her nipple with her tongue. She grabbed Rory’s head with her hand and pulled her close. It was like a dam had broken. All the weeks of resisting this sexual desire and their feelings were pushed aside.
She felt Rory’s mouth move lower and relaxed her body back into the comfy sofa. So many times over the past few weeks they had cuddled together on this sofa. They had watched countless influencers, trying to find the right ones to draw inspiration from. She felt Rory drag her trousers and knickers down and suddenly she was completely naked, fully at the mercy of Rory’s mouth and fingers, and it felt incredible. Her orgasm had been building ever since they had started kissing, and Gemma couldn’t wait for it to be here. They had time later for sweet and gentle lovemaking. Now she wanted fast and strong.
“Rory, please?”
“Mmm.” Rory’s mouth was on her inner thigh, and the vibrations of her moan licked the flames of her orgasm even higher.
“Don’t ahhh… don’t tease me, please?”
She looked down to see Rory’s eyes looking back at her with such wanton longing that her stomach clenched. Oh,how she wanted this woman! Like a thirsty man needed water, she needed Rory.
Just as she was about to plead again, Rory thrust two fingers into her and Gemma bucked off the sofa. Rory’s mouth closed over her clit, and it didn’t take long for Gemma to crash over the edge of her orgasm, falling further and further for Rory in the process.
26
RORY
Rory caressed Gemma’s back as she lay in her arms. They had fucked on the sofa until their food had arrived. It was incredible how much she wanted Gemma, but also, how much calm the other woman had brought into her life.
Rory chuckled wryly into the air. Having Gemma in her life was anything but calm. The other woman was a whirling mass of friends and activities. Left to her own devices, Rory would have gone to the gym on her own, done her workouts and nodded wordlessly to everyone around her. But Gemma had made friends. Her natural lightness drew people to her, and Rory loved it. She was now firm friends with Isaac and had some regular workout buddies who all worked in the city and therefore used the gym at the same time. Gemma had also persuaded her on several fun days out. They had been wine tasting with her colleagues from work and had gone to a pottery class together, although that was a disaster Rory was happy to forget. Yet, for all Gemma’s exuberance and energy, Rory felt calmer in herself. The whirling sense of dread that she had carriedaround for so long was gone. In a few short weeks she had become happier, calmer and more at peace than ever before and that was all down to the woman who lay naked in her arms. She flicked her eyes to the clock on her bedside table. She had to be up for work in a few hours and desperately needed sleep.
