Jem…Chapter 96

Chapter 96

 

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Author's Note: Picture used with permission from *lavonia on deviantart.

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Chapter 96
 

I step out of my sneakers and walk over to Rayne and oh wow she looks so amazing and sexy…like one of those old school pin-up posters but in real life and so beautiful and just.

My mouth wants her.

Yeah, it’s not even like mouth watering but just want. I want her skin, her texture to just taste her moans.

I step up close and I tilt my head up and kiss her while pressing my body tight and close to hers and I reach behind the apron to run my hands over her sexy cheeky-cut panties and cup her bum and squeeze.

Rayne slips me her tongue as she’s kissing me brining her hands up grazing over the sides of my arms to passionately hold my face as she kisses me.

Tongue dancing over mine and this time mine doing the same with hers and it’s not like gross like some people think it is but this is girl tongue touching and dancing with girl tongue and slipping and touching and probing each other like they’re tongues but that they’re also something else.

Something a lot more sensual.

I slowly untie her apron from the small of her back first and then the bow she tied it in behind her neck and let it fall to the kitchen floor and then break the kissing and smile at her as I look up into her eyes.

“You look so amazing Rayne.”

“You too…I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming or not when I seen you walk in like that Angel.”

“Isn’t that supposed to be my line?”

“Maybe but you came in and in that dress and the hair and these…” Rayne reaches over to me and she fingers my pearls. “God angel you came in and you so looked the part.”

“The what?”

“The part, like a real Angel.”

I’m biting my bottom lip and I’m blushing and I swear that it’s that good of one that my inserts are coloring too.

I start walking backwards towards and then up the stairs leading Rayne with my fingertips as she’s holding my hand.

“I could so say the same thing to you.”

“I’m no angel…not like you.”

“But if not an angel then you’re something else, something so incredible that you made my breath stop when I seen you.”

“Angel…”

“Made me want to touch you, to know you deeper, to taste you….”

Rayne gives me a sexy smirk. “Well that was kind of the idea.”

“Well it’s definitely working, I want to do all those things to you Rayne but I want to do them in a way that I can’t even but into words.”

“Try?” She looks at me with those sensuous eyes that are a little pleading.

I take a breath.

“I want to taste you and be…I want to taste and touch you and moan your name…I want you on in my breath.”

“Oh…Angel…”

I stop at the top of the stairs and I kiss her with my hands cupping her face and I rest my forehead to hers and stare deep into her eyes and I just say and breathe in after breaking the kiss but not the eye contact.

“Rayne…”

I bite my lip in happy when her eyes widen and she does this sort of micro-shiver.

“Oh dammit Angel…”

Her voice is trembly but in a good way…you know when that girl that you love says something to you when it’s really, really good and it’s like just this side of yay-cry.

I exhale softly and sweetly as I come in and kiss her again. “Rayne…….”

I can taste it, I can taste the shiver as I kiss her and it makes my skin come alive too…humming, every part of me feels just like its humming.

Tears and some mascara roll down her cheeks and I don’t care what anyone says about stuff like that being messy or embarrassing to me right now it’s sexy as hell.

It’s like her blue eyes are crying the ocean.

I kiss her again and start walking to our room again.

Our room.

I open the door and I can smell all these nice smells, carpet fresh and clean sheets but there’s this scent I love too of coconut in the air and the curtains are shut really tight and it’s just dim enough in there that the scented candles on my desk and make-up table are really doing the whole romantic thing.

OMG she pulled a whole romantic thing with all of the stops…for me.

There are feelings inside me like something so special that it’s like. Well I can’t really relate this to a moment that I had as Jason. I don’t think I’ve ever really been this kind of happy before. I mean happy sure but this, this is something I think that only girls would really get.

That thing where like romantic is cool and it’s really cool on this whole level outside what I knew.

Or thought that I knew.

“Rayne this, this is amazing…”

“Good…I’ve never actually done this before.”

“Really?”

“No, never…Summer wasn’t like into the whole romantic gestures and things she was all like into intensity like being intense and sexual and kinda grrr all the time proved something to her about us…”

“So…the lingerie…?”

“I wore it with her…not this stuff no, but yeah we did that but I never...”

“Never what?”

“I never did the whole get dressed for someone coming home thing like this before.”

I smile at her and slip my arms around her and kiss her and sway to music that’s not there. “Good, because this is a whole super amazing first to me and this means so much to me.”

“It does?”

“It really does lover….I have felt so useless and unloved for so long…”

“Remy loves you.”

“I know dad does but I mean that different kind, that thing we all want from someone else and for what has felt like forever I was in that place where I was like…I felt like I had the plague or something…alone and people didn’t want to or dared to be close to me.”

“I…Love You Angel.”

She’s said it before but this is that slowly saying it to me. That I love you with eye contact and a smile that comes right from the heart and soul.

It’s my turn to cry a little and shed some tears and she’s still swaying and dancing with me as she pulls me close. I shiver and cry some and I sniffle. “Thank you…I need that so much.”

It means so much to cry and be allowed to. And to be held and I know I have that withy someone that thinks that I’m worth it, that I might actually be someone special to someone.

I stop my little emotional burst and look at Rayne and she’s looking at me and we fall to the bed softly. There’s kissing, lots of it soft and sweet just laying there for the longest time just looking in each others eyes and faces and slowly kiss by kiss things heat up and get warmer and warmer and then Rayne rolls on top of me and she straddles me.

I reach up and touch her body and just look at her in that wide eyed wonder. Then she reaches behind and she slowly takes off her bra…I sit up and cup her breasts keeping the cups there.

“Angel…”

“Lingerie should be more than just for wearing Rayne.”

I shift my hands a little as I’m cupping her breasts and now that it’s loose I use that soft padded inside to just sort of lightly caress her breasts and squeeze the bra with my fingers and not her breasts letting tha lacy bits do that lacy erotic not quite a scrape but that sort of sensitizing scratch on her breasts before relaxing it and soothing that feeling with the softer interior.

And again and again and Rayne’s chest shakes along with this ragged shivery sexy breathing. “Oh Angel, god Angel where do you come up with these…ohhh.”

“Dreams, dreams of you and me and this kind of time together and please, please when I can have this like this return the favor…”

“Oh yes, yes, oh…mmmm…”

“Raise your arms, play with your hair.”

“Huh…oh…okay…”

Her breasts get that super girl power of the sexual rise and tautness as she does and my god does she ever look so amazing and sexy and beautiful doing that and I have the best angle now to do more.

Like letting more of her bra slip off until it’s the lace cup tops covering her so hard so perfect nipples and I don’t rub now because that would be too hard on such a delicate part of her but…I kiss and then I mouth and suckle on her nipples right through the lace and use my tongue while I’m doing it to press hot and wet to her with the lace…let her feel the lace because of my hot wet mouth even more and more.

She glows; she does that beautiful thing that women do when they get to that moment of pleasure. I know some people say things about people making faces and all that non-romantic stuff.

But to me she glows and with her hair loose and her fingers running through it so dark and full of black luster like cascading sable… and her eyes shut and the streaks from her makeup that are just so Raven…and the gasp, moan, whine…sexual keening breathing she makes as she moves and her skin flushes and her muscles all tense as she reaches that point.

There is no better way for a girl to hear her name than called sweetly in melody and pleasure.

Yes melody…I’m sure she did it on purpose but she’s a singer y’know.

When she’s done she lowers her arms and her hair falls down around her in that perfect sexy mess and she smiles at me and she leans down and she kisses me.

“Let me see if I get the idea…”

“Rayne?”

“Lay back beautiful.”

I lay back and she helps to lower me down and her eyes are intense and bright and so alive through her hair and she gently cups me and kneads my chest carefully a few times and there’s this hungry look there too but more than that as she does that and kisses me.

Then she slowly takes out my inserts and slips down a little lower to kiss my nipples and to use my lace and my bra and the soft satin like nylon to make me gasp and squirm and arch my back to push my chest into her mouth.

Oh I know that they’re not changing yet but at the same time were they that much of a boys nipples given my medical thing?

“Oh Rayne…of god this feels so g...good…”

“It’s only going to get better lover.”

“Oh god better!? You’ll kill me…”

“No…I’m keeping you forever.”

She’s…she suckling quite hard I think and it’s like my whole universe is narrowing down to these feel good sensations and the way her hands touch me…run hotly up and down my sides, curving over my hips, back around to my bottom and just touching while her mouth and kisses do magical things to me.

“OhmygodIlovemybra!”

Rayne chuckles into my supposed to be cleavage. “I was just thinking the same thing just a little while ago.”

“Uh………huh…” I swear I’ve never felt my nipples like this before and it’s just like I thought that I’d feel all scratchy but not, soften and soothing then not and then hot and wet and probing and teasing.

Then she pulls it away and cups me and pushes them up into those little pre-breast mounds and takes me into her mouth.

My eyes roll back in my head and I shiver at the pleasure and how on the edge of something amazing it is and she tastes and teases me until I’m reduced to whining in my throat in a good way.

But words are failing me.

I’m pulsing, I can feel my body seem to thump right along with my heartbeat and it gets hotter and more intense as she does more and more and she works her way down.

“Rayne?”

“Shush…I planned this so this is me giving you pleasure.”

“But…but you’re.”

“I am and so are you.”

I sit up and stare at her as she wiggles my panties off and it’s there.

“Rayne…”

She smiles at me and she touches it making it jump and me jump and then she pushes it down until it’s flat against my pelvis and she takes my hands….what?

“Here…like this, interlock your fingers and cover yourself like this…”

I…oh.

The space made by my thumbs and forefingers makes this shape and she positions me over myself but with just that exposed.

“Rayne…?”

“Those aren’t your hands, just close your eyes and dream, pretend and feel…”

I close my eyes and I feel her lips…this tickle, this caress and then her tongue. Her tongue going in and delving in…in…inside…oh.

I here her coo. “Oh…oh there she is…”

Her tongue touches and flicks over my edges, over my hood. But I feel it inside…I know it’s not but it…it has, it has shape and depth and it’s not sticking out like…and she flicks me again and again as she completely does this whole so new so amazing thing to me and I hold onto myself and I arch my hips and push against her wanting more and wanting her deeper and so one with my fantasy.

“Rayne, Rayne, Rayne…I’m…” She pulls away and I feel wet really slick fingers slip inside and touch it and rub it…not hard but just that so right pressure she knows so well and….

I scream…I scream and my hips buck and I see lights even with my eyes closed and my hands my…sex…they pulse and clench.

It just makes more lube and she keeps going, she’s gentle but still going…and I’m so sensitive now and I’m holding myself there that it builds all over again way so fast and it tips me over the edge of that rollercoaster again.

She’s going to do it again… “Rayne…Rayne no…I can’t breathe.”

It’s true I’m still feeling it, those feeling still swirling with my brain in overdrive and I’m panting like I ran a marathon.

“Okay lover…” she slinks up again and she’s kissing me and moving my hands and she uses the sheets to well cover and absorb.

And I start crying because, because I know it was what it was but at the same time she just gave me something…something impossible.

“Angel?”

(Sniffle.) “Yeah…”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes…no…oh Rayne I could almost feel it.”

“I was kind of hoping for that.”

(Sniffle.) “You were?”

“Yeah…and I wanted a way for me to be so good to you the way that you are to me.”

“But…but you don’t have to.” (Sniffle.)

“I do…it’s important to me that I can give back to you like this.”

“It is?”

“Yes definitely. Angel I love you and I’m a lesbian so making my partner feel pleasure is just is as big a thing to me as anyone else…I feel guilty just getting the bigger share of things like that.”

“Oh…”

“Was it good?”

I roll over now that I can breathe and my heart isn’t beating a thousand miles an hour. “Good? I was wonderful Rayne…I think that you gave me something so amazing.”

Rayne reaches over and moves the hair out of my eyes and strokes my cheek. “You deserve amazing.”

Oh yay…

Are we going into even more unchartered territory with us? It feels like ever since we had the fight that I’m getting swept off my feet.

It’s a nice feeling.

We spend a good while just looking each other in the face and in the eyes and just slip next to each other and kiss.

There is something that gets to be much more that just kissing with kissing. It’s not the touches and stuff either but it that way that you fall into each other when you are really into it like when all the sensuality and sexuality stuff and liking someone and loving someone all becomes part of kissing.

Not small kisses or pecks or snoggin full making out but that long and soft taking you’re time kissing that you do and keep doing for like a half an hour or more…it becomes something else this whole other experience really.

I just don’t really know what to call it though.

I’m in the middle of getting kissed when we can hear Brooklyn’s car pulling in and when Rayne breaks the kiss I smile at her.

“We should get cleaned up.”

“We should and get down stairs before those two eat the supper I made you.”

“Me…I thought it was for us.”

“I didn’t dress like that for the other two they have their own things going on.”

“Well if Mike’s with them then we’d better he can do enough damage himself.”

Rayne slips out of bed and she pulls me to my feet and we slip off to the upstairs bathroom and we have a tender and sweet post sexy shower even if it’s a quick one. I will say this…having a taller than you girlfriend with big breasts pressed into your back washing your hair is sooo good.

And I liked returning the favor too.

It’s kind of cool at the same time because her hair and mine are so different and there’s this sensation there too of closeness/ getting to know someone more intimately. I know I relax when she was doing that for me and stuff.

Maybe that’s why women are close to their stylists? Tactile sort of therapy? Grooming meets smells like an aroma therapy thing?

Kind of a neat idea.

And screwing around with towels was cool too. It was fun trying to towel dry her hair and her mine even though mine’s a whole lot less thick that hers.

We get dressed and she gives me this look while doing it and It’s still a little weird for me but even with us having sex and sleeping together I’ve been shy about “that” and her seeing it.

It’s different and I’m shy about it but I do get dressed in front of her. She is smiling though as we get dressed the rest of the way and I’m wearing leggings and my Steelheads jersey.

“What?”

“You…I know that physically you’re…”

“PAIS.” I say instead of male.

“Okay...yeah that but you just slip something on and you look like a girl.”

“Yeah sort of.”

“No you do.”

“I have no curve, none.”

“Well so do a lot of other women Angel you’re one of those skinny little waif girls.”

“I’m not that skinny.”

“Babe, if you’re not a size zero you’re close to it.”

I blush… “Only in some sizes.”

“There you go and you have a great butt.”

I blink. “I do?”

“Yes you have a cute little bubble butt.”

“Bubble butt!” I squeak.

“You do, your bum have really nice curve to it.”

I’m turning and straining to look. “What…no…”

“Yes…..you just don’t have a whole lot of hip to go with it is all.”

“Well I’m not likely going to get any of that any time soon am I?” I frown still turning and checking out my bum…okay maybe.

“Angel women come in all shapes and sizes y’know.”

I sigh. “Yeah I know I just really want to fit the way that I feel.”

She hugs me and then takes me by the hand and leads me downstairs and the girls are home and Mike’s there and he’s setting up stuff for rehearsal and he’s got some lipstick still on his face and his lips and I grab a tissue and wipe his mouth and he gives me this look of surprise.

I show him the tissue. “Oh.” He says. “Uhm thanks.” He blushes and I grin at him and Rayne’s slipped into the kitchen.

“I’ve a few more things to do.” She says going in and I give him a hug and then follow after her.

I actually get a drink and settle in to watch. I’ve never seen Rayne really cooking and I think she can it’s just with work and everything she’s been doing her and the girls fell back on store bought.

She takes the chicken out of the roaster and onto a rack and she pours the liquids off of it and into the freezer in a pot. That way the fat rises and hardens at the top of it. She then puts the chicken back in the oven with a sheet of foil draped over it and she cranks it to broil.

“That hot?”

“Qui…it won’t dry out that fast but while it’s in there the fat still there drains off and it gets really crispy skin.”

“Never tried it but sounds good.”

Actually it really smells good too she roasted it different that I did and I can smell the difference in the herbs and stuff.

Next she’s dropping green beans and this long stemmed broccoli into a frying pan but with a bit of water instead of oil and she lets it go and covers it and she takes potatoes out of the fridge that look baked and she is slicing them in half.

It’s pretty fast too she pulls the chicken out and puts cut the back off of it and puts the chicken on a platter. Then she pulls out the chilled gravy and spoons off most of the chicken fat into the roaster and a spoonful into the beans as the water is almost boiled off and she tosses in some dried garlic and onion flakes and a splash of the liquid off the chicken and she recovers them and turn down the heat and then puts the drippings back on to heat for gravy and the potatoes go into the roaster with the melted chicken fat and she takes a bit of shake and bake coating form on of the partial packages we have in the cupboard and she tosses the baked potatoes in all of that and then turns them all cut sides down and back in the oven to roast.

She’s getting almost done so I get up and I start to set the table and get rolls and stuff out to go with it and she smiles at me as I make a pitcher of homemade lemonade.

No really…the best thing in the world I have ever found to go with chicken is a nice glass of lemonade.

I love the fact she take that roasted and crispy bits of the back of the chicken and adds them to her stock as she makes gravy. It smells awesome…I can smell the thyme and rosemary she used in the gravy and she’s done the beans and broccoli as soon as the gravy is done and she pulls the roasted potatoes out and get’s me to lift the chicken as she puts then under and then around it on the platter.

“Wow…you should cook more often.”

“No…no I shouldn’t this was for you. I actually hate cooking but home I never really had a choice in the matter being a girl.”

I step up and I kiss her and again and again. “Well I love it and I really appreciated it.”

She smiles and Kimmie comes in showered and she has this look.

“You okay?” I ask.

“Remind me I need to get batteries before coming home tonight.”

“Uhm…okay?”

“No…really, I REALLY need batteries.” And she shakes her wrist like she was trying to get circulation back into it and Rayne’s giggling before I catch on and blush.

“Right…okay gotcha check. Batteries.” As much as I know and knew this was a houseful of girls the fact that that occurred had just never occurred to me.

She grins though and she does have a slight flush that wasn’t from the shower going on there. I raise an eyebrow. “Max?”

She nods. “Oh yeah….”

“You don’t know him that much Kim.”

“Yeah well I know master thumb and his four talented brothers well enough though.”

“Kimmie!” I’ve never heard of that before and I end up slapping my hand over my mouth before we all look at each other and burst into giggles.

Brooklyn comes in with Mike and he’s all freshly showered and it looks like it was one of those afternoons. Mike’s sheepishly smiling and Brook’s got that happy sated cat look.

We tuck into the food and the chicken is great and my favorite is the thigh and wing but the roasted potatoes are good with some of the gravy over them but the green beans and the brocolini are really yummy and I had some more of those. Just cooked long enough and kinda stir fried with just enough of the seasonings to really give both a neat flavor I’ve never had with them before.

We all eat good and Mike really cleans up most of the stuff and we have just enough left to put together a Tupperware dish with mostly roasted potatoes and the bits of chicken that are left and we have enough gravy for two containers of yogurt and put those in the fridge.

We’ll either have leftovers or we’ll give them to the boys.

But while we eat and clean up I bring up Molly and her doing the site and the gig at Ace’s or gigs and the Thursday option for Lucky’s.

The girls are excited that it’s Molly the one that have us the flash drives and they are actually interested in us doing ads for the places that we have supporting us and even having links to them and us doing a commercial spot for them like we did for Lucky’s and even getting some of the charities we want to support on our site and as a donated space that we can get a tax break for giving it to them.

We are going to do the jobs for Ace’s and they like the idea of the night for girls and that we could do leaflets for it and drop them at The Cat.

Actually Brooklyn’s really kind of into the whole girl’s night idea for something else in town other than going to The Cat. It’s fine as far as places to go and hang out and stuff are but there’s nothing other than that going on for stuff for girls in the town.

We agree to talk to Charlie and take a gig at Lucky’s every second week so we’ll still have a Thursday to ourselves.

We talk about this through supper and practice and packing up and you know we did all of it having fun and excited too and even the whole thing about shifting Rayne’s room over into an office was pretty enthusiastic and Brooklyn says that there is a whole old dorm full of old school/semi business furniture in an old dorm at her school that we might be able to talk the headmaster into selling to us for cheap.

Honestly that would be good.

And like I said it was fun, we were talking all this band stuff and sit stuff and professional stuff and we were having fun.

Mike and then Dad and Mitch show up and they do the packing as we get ready and it’s Wednesday so I go with fishnets and calf high boots and a black faux leather skirt and my corset outfit pink with black lace with shoulder straps then my band tee-shirt and have my hoodie over it because it’s cold and I can shed it once I’m warmed up on stage and then there bangles and my make up and stuff.

It’s actually sort of a Jem-Lavigne look tonight which I kind of like and Rayne does the Raven thing but she has these really tall black platform heel ankle boots and tight black slacks and a….

Oh…

She has one of her black lacey bras on but she’s wearing a men’s charcoal dress shirt with it that this men’s suit vest that has been taken in and altered? It follows her curves of her waist and her hips but it comes up and it does this corset like effect that really pushes up her cleavage to drool worthy status and she leaves her hair loose but styled and she has sunglasses that go with the look and she has a loosed tie on too that she looks like she undid to give her girls some air and reveal all that cleavage and the edges of her lacy black bra.

And she’s so…tall in those shoes.

Kimmie’s in her tight spray on black jeans and a black PVC sport’s bra kind of thing and she covers that with a band t-shirt over that and wedge boots and she’s still drumming and humming away as we’re getting ready to go.

Brooklyn’s in close to the same as Kimmie but she’s grinning at me as she shows off a red faux leather bikini top and she slips a band t-shirt over it to cover and I grin as Dad and Uncle Mitch have black t-shirts with white lettering saying SLB Security on them.

It’s really very cool.

We have a good drive in the cars and stuff and getting to the gig and there are actually people outside waiting for us.

On a Wednesday night?

I see some of the kids from Aces and some of the staff girls from Lucky’s and even some from The Amsterdam in there crowds along with some other people. It’s actually good that we have our own spots to park now since the usual spots are full too.

Billy and Davey are waiting for us there at the back doors of the place drinking Tims and sitting on two bikes they didn’t have with them before. And Josie our printer is there with her truck and our stuff with them and a couple of other people that look like they’re “Her” type of folks and the kind the guys would hang around with too and there’s some friendly greetings from all of them as we grab our stuff.

I think that this might be a busy night.

I think this might be a good night as Josie passes me a SLB powder bag for me to use while playing.

I look at the girls and sing. “You know I feel like…I feel like a little rock’n roll.”