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"Thank you all for coming, I hope to see you all next week when we cover suspension points!" Karen has a smile on her face, one that isn't practiced or held back. It's lovely on her, to see her less restrained with her emotions, it shows she's more comfortable in her skin, having adorned it in clothes that reflect who she really is, instead of what she needed to present as. Karen wiggles a little in place before unclasping her hands to clean up the lengths of rope left behind by some of her students, as Jeri helps tidy up the room itself. It was a larger room at the community center, apparently they were fine with Karen holding classes there as long as it was sex education and not just sex.
Outside, Jeri hauls the trunk into Karen's Subaru with little effort, her combination of self defense classes with Shapiro and weekly hiking with Doug were really paying off. She feels the warmth of Karen's presence before turning around, feeling the soft press of lips on her brow as Karen kisses her, with a pleased hum. Karen was being awfully touchy today. Jeri was her demonstration model for the class this time, and while Karen was as much the professional as she usually was, Jeri knew from experience that this wasn’t normal Karen behavior. Jeri could call herself the Karen Chasity Body Language Expert -it had been long enough for her to prove it to Doug and Shapiro- and she could safely say this was not it. She looks up at Karen, squinting in suspicion.
“Was that a ‘thank you’ kiss or something else?” Karen’s soft smile back at her is almost disarming, but Jeri’s much too curious about what’s going on in the taller woman’s head to fall for what would leave her heart aflutter and knees weak. Karen grabs her by the wrist and pulls Jeri into her arms, wrapping them around Jeri’s waist and pressing her cheek to her hair.
“Whatever could you mean, Pet?” Ah! Karen hugs were rare. Not as rare as Karen kisses, but still rare. Another clue for Jeri. Jeri hugs her back, she wasn’t going to squander the opportunity for hugs. But this was more curious, Karen was the least touchy of their polycule. She would be fine with physical affection, sure, but usually had to be the one to initiate. Karen was the type to stiffen up from unexpected contact, but right now she was loose, languid. Relaxed, if not for her steadily beating heart being quicker, her skin upon closer inspection a little rosy. Jeri’s eyes widen. She’s figured it out. She feels so smart. She pulls back from the hug to look at Karen, eyes sparkling with anticipation.
“Do you…need something, Mistress?”
Karen’s eyes immediately widen before darting away, her skin flushes a deeper pink. Jeri mentally pumps her fist. Karen’s eyes shut, her brow furrowing as she presses her lips together. She hasn’t pulled herself away from Jeri, if anything she’s holding her tighter. Jeri can feel the pounding in Karen’s chest. Maybe Jeri should help. She’ll help. She knows it’s hard for Karen to speak out loud sometimes. She speaks again.
“Do you want something from me?”
Karen mumbles quietly, too soft for Jeri to hear. She’s tense now, pressing her forehead to Jeri’s. There’s a thin sheen of sweat on her, Jeri can feel it as their skin sticks together a little. She’s warm, so warm. Her breath is hot against Jeri’s lips, she’s so close. Jeri’s own chest feels all buzzy, thrumming with energy. She loves Karen, wants to hear everything she can say or tell.
Karen nods against her. Her eyes are still shut. Jeri leans in closer, tilting her head to brush her lips against Karen’s. A question.
Karen answers. She kisses Jeri deeply, pressing her against the side of the car with a soft, satisfied hum. Jeri feels slender hands slide up her back and she pulls Karen in by the waist in turn, whining into it gently. She feels Karen’s hands slip under her shirt, the small skin-on-skin contact enough to draw a moan out of the shorter woman. Jeri relishes the way Karen’s nails scratch into her, hot thin lines that contrast nicely against the cool exterior of the car-
They are outside, in public .
Jeri gently pushes Karen away and it hurts, the way Karen jumps a little and hunches her shoulders at the realization. Jeri can see how dilated her pupils are, the blush on her is more obvious. She apologizes by grabbing Karen’s hands, rubbing them gently. Karen blinks and takes a deep breath. Exhales. Frowns a little. Jeri gives her a soft smile.
“I don’t wanna give anyone a show. I’d prefer you all to myself right now.” Karen’s eyes shine with that familiar glint, her frown disappearing.
“Get in the car.”
Jeri smiles wider.
Karen’s got Jeri pinned to the car seats in the back, the space is little crowded but Jeri’s wrists are bound all the same, held above her head where she lays, and Karen’s on top of her yanking Jeri’s leggings off and planting lipstick kisses to her lips, her jawline, her collarbone. Each one a lick of fire to Jeri’s soul, a zap of pleasure that sinks down to her core. Karen’s grabbing at her desperately, like she’s hungry for it, like Jeri’s a full banquet feast devoted entirely to her. It’s overwhelming, it’s everything, and Jeri relishes the fact that Karen’s using her mouth, her teeth, her tongue, biting and kissing and devouring the heat of her. From her lips to her hip bones, Karen leaves a trail of bruises and teeth marks.
Jeri fucking loves it. Lives for it even. Karen almost never shows this side of her. Her hands grasp her legs and splits them apart, exposing her soaked cunt to the open air of the car and Karen pauses, looking down at her with dilated pupils full of reverence, trembling like Jeri is something holy. Jeri watches as the woman before her clasps her hands together, closing her eyes and murmurs under her breath, it’s too quiet for her to hear it, but she knows those words all the same.
She’s saying grace.
Jeri didn’t think her cheeks could heat up any more. Her hands are bound above her head, she is exposed from her collar bone to her ankles, laying against the backseats of this woman’s Subaru in the parking lot of the community center and she’s never felt so venerated before. She swallows hard around the lump in her throat and Karen finishes her prayer before quietly opening her eyes and looking at Jeri with what can only be described as worship .
For a moment it’s like time freezes and she nearly wants to say something. Something like thank you , but those words don’t feel grateful enough. Something like I love you , but those words don’t feel powerful enough. Jeri quivers with the tautness of her heart, the ache of her bones, the rush of her blood, as Karen bows down and takes Jeri’s pretty cunt into her mouth like holy communion.
Jeri’s head hits the seat as she graces the car with the song of her desire, her moans and whimpers as she sings for her Mistress, sings her devotion, her own worship, her own love and soul and Karen answers, with the lapping of her tongue and the curve of her lips she eats Jeri out like she’s starved for months, hands clutching at Jeri’s thighs like she’ll lose her if she lets go for even a second. Karen licks and sucks and bites at Jeri’s soft flesh as she thrusts into her mouth unabashedly, like ritual, like dance, like lovers.
It’s overwhelming. It’s so much, so much more than Jeri thought was possible.
Karen doesn’t relent even when Jeri’s come already, she makes her ride her tongue through countless climaxes and Jeri’s happy to, eager to sate her Mistress’ desire because she is enough, more than enough as she is who Karen chose . Bruises and bitemarks and lipstick stains litter her body as Karen finally rises up from below, licking her lips and wiping away the excess with the back of one prim hand, eyelids fluttered shut as she breathes slowly, deeply, like she ran a marathon and fought a battle. Jeri lays limp, drowsy but awake. She is utterly debauched. She’s got enough energy to talk, however. She says it like prayer, like worship, like pure and utter devotion.
“I love you too.”