Page 64 of Love on the Main Stage
She pulled back, upset. “Or do you now think I’m incapable of it? Like, are you worried I’m going to be bad? Because I can try and?—”
“Älskling,” I said. “I don’t mean it like that. Shit… I… I just… I have a hangup.”
She furrowed her brow. “What?”
“Please don’t judge me, okay?”
Betty softened and sat on the bed. “I am never going to judge you, Mar. That’s not it.”
“I can struggle to get off that way. I had apartner would get really upset about it. She… took it personal and made it worse.”
Betty snickered. “Shit! I’m not judging you. That’s just so relatable to me I have no words.”
Sitting by her, confusion spread.
“There is not a woman in the world who has fucked men and can’t commiserate. Of course, most of the time that’s because they half-assed it and then got frustrated you weren’t willing to reciprocate.”
“I don’t care if you reciprocate, that’s the thing,” I said. “But… don’t go into it just assuming you’ll get me off or that there is anything wrong if you don’t. Like… I assume you think that’s the whole ballgame, but there’s so much more we could do and?—”
She cut me off. “I have a massive drawer of sex toys. I am aware and supportive. You can tell me what works.”
I relaxed, feeling seen for once in ages. Maybe she was new to women, but she wasn’t balking at these conversations. She was right. No matter who you slept with, everyone had their own needs and desires.
“And if giving is not your vibe, just tell me,” Betty added.
“No. No! I love giving. I live for listening to you lose it, and it’s clear that does it for you. Giving—in general—is my favorite thing. Be bossy. Make me give you everything.”
She grinned. “Noted.”
“The thing is, though, the wind could blow and you’d come. I’m not like that.”
Betty smiled. “That’s fine. But if you ever feel left out, you need to tell me. The thing is, I’ve never done it. I might be shit at it—and you can tell me. But… I’d really like to. I won’t belabor it, though.”
I sensed she was genuine in her interest and had no desire to disappoint her. So, I lay back against the pillows, signaling I was game. Betty crawled over and tugged at my plain knickers playfully. I raised my hips and let her pull themoff.
“Sorry, they aren’t super cute like yours,” I said.
“I literally do not care. You get the best panties all the time. Itry. But I can assure you there are period panties buried in my drawers that you could never describe as cute.”
I laughed. “That is everyone, I think. But your ass inanythingis cute.”
Betty leaned over, pressing herself against me. She kissed my mouth, my neck, then sucked on each of my nipples in a way that brought out a long, deep moan. Betty worked slowly down my torso and parted my body. She kissed right above my center and looked up at me briefly before licking my clit ever-so-softly.
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered. “Oh, yes, please.”
“More?” She asked.
“Yeah. It feels really good.”
It might not get me off, but the way she lapped me up made me tingle. Her eagerness was beyond appreciated.
“Is that okay?” Betty checked in as she alternated between her mouth and fingers.
I nodded, barely able to talk. “Uh-huh.”
“So, I’m not too much of a disappointment?”
“No, baby, you are so good., but I want to see you,” I gasped. “Please.”
