Maeve from Book Club

Maeve sits across from me in the circle at the back of the book store wearing a thin vintage blouse—slightly transparent—buttoned all the way up with a big round collar and a ribbon. She has these wispy chest tattoos I can faintly see through her shirt, resting on top of her lacy white bra. You’d think her large boobs would be disproportionate to her more masculine personality and presentation but they aren’t. They fit her perfectly. I wonder if she knew that in the right lighting her shirt was transparent; did she get excited imagining who’d notice? 

This month we are reading Fair Play by Tove Jansson in our gay book club and Maeve is saying something about the balance and independence of two artists decades deep into their relationship. By the way she keeps catching my eye while talking I feel she got dressed with me in mind. Maeve is chill, she seems to let plans naturally unfold, and is often telling stories of bringing various people together and having a wonderful time. I am a bit more socially anxious so I can be edgy with plans and her open nature makes me both excited and intimidated. 

Her loose shorts hang slightly open and I can’t help but notice how supple her upper thighs look. I’ve lost track of the book discussion and find myself wondering how she has been touched before, with what quality. 

After book club every month, we go out for pizza and drinks. Today Maeve and I find ourselves sitting next to each other on a small bench. We’ve done this plenty of times before, drinking light beers and eating with this loosely related group who get together monthly and discuss queer themes but never see one another in the interim. She finishes telling a story and glances at me as she puts her hand down on the bench in between us. Her pinky finger grazes against my leg. 

I wait for a few moments for her to move it, but after she breaks eye contact her hand stays put. It feels electric. I remind myself to breathe and remain engaged in the group discussion, but all I can think about is the fact her finger is still touching my leg and I don’t think we’ve ever touched before tonight. I wish I was wearing shorts instead of pants so that she could feel my skin. I feel affirmed that she thought about me when putting on that lacy bra and blouse. 

We walk in the same direction towards home and when we reach her front gate, she invites me in. This is new.

“Do you want to come in? Have another beer … or tea?”

“Yeah,” I say, while maintaining inquisitive eye contact. 

Maeve hands me a beer as I sit on her couch and I hope our fingers touch. I’m dancing between thick sexual tension and a little awkwardness. I feel raw and hot inside. Looking at her lips when her face is resting, her neck suddenly looks so long, it feels like it’s drawing my gaze down to her collarbone, her tattoo, the top of her breasts. She lifts her chin a bit, encouraging me to take in her exposed skin. 

I suddenly feel confident I’m not alone in this joyfully tense sexual headspace. I say something just to fill the air. She looks at me now with chin dropped and eyes sultry and merely gives me a “mmm” inviting silence and transition forward. We look at each other head on, eyes clearly giving away our minds are three steps ahead. 

“Can I kiss you?” I ask.

“Yes,” she says with lips already nearing mine.  

My lips are on hers and with each kiss we both open our mouths slightly more, leaving room for our tongues to touch. The inside of her lips are silky and I imagine her other lips will feel the same. I run my hands down her sides and back, firmly pressing our bodies together. Her hands are loosely moving across my thighs, hinting at slipping between them. I spread my legs a bit to tell her yes, let your fingers dip across my inner thighs, and ... she does. I slide my hand under her thin blouse, feeling her skin as I grab her waist—soft, warm, curved. When I had imagined touching her during book club I never guessed she would feel both so gentle and strong. I am present. My hands find themselves at her belt and I ask– 

“Can I take these off?”

“Yes, please,” she nearly whimpers. 

I don’t expect her to say please and hearing it lights something in me. I unbuckle her belt and pop the button on her shorts out of the hole. We look at each other with pleased and trusting eyes as I unzip and slide off those shorts I had gazed up earlier in the evening. She is wearing simple white cotton underwear and I can see the dip of her slit. My finger traces that line with a featherlike touch. She reaches up and starts kissing my neck with wet lips and then eventually a careless tongue. She kisses down the side of my neck onto my trapezius then bites gently. God that feels so good it makes my pussy warm. 

My shirt comes off, leaving me naked to the waist which always makes me feel euphoric and sexy. I want to feel our nipples touch. I unbutton her blouse and slowly pull the ribbon at the collar undone. Maeve sits up a bit to take her shirt fully off and through her white lacy bra, I can see her nipples harden. I draw circles around them over the thin fabric before unhooking from the back and watching her boobs spill out. I take her left nipple in my mouth and gently drag my teeth over her hard bud then spin my tongue around and across, hearing her start to moan and sigh in encouragement. Her boobs are so full and round. After giving her right nipple the same treatment I kiss down her stomach to the top of her cotton panties and pause to ask if she wants me to keep going. 

“Do you want me to keep touching you?”

“Mmhm, yes,” she says, and looks at me with pleading eyes.

I let my lips brush across her pussy leaving her panties in place. I can feel the warmth radiating from her. I kiss the top of her slit with pressure and press my tongue flat against her swelling clit. She adjusts and settles in while I move across her thighs and run my fingers over her panties, feeling her wetness grow. 

“Pull them to the side,” she says breathily.

I do. I kiss her lips and find my tongue in between them, exploring her pussy with my mouth. She feels just like I thought she would, smooth and silky. I make big circles around her clit with a pointed tongue getting tighter and tighter and she moans and tells me what a good job I am doing. I switch to flicking up and down with lighter pressure and she gasps at the change in sensation. I love leading her through the pleasure.

“More pressure,” Maeve guides.

I happily oblige, licking up up up across her clit, as she encourages me to keep going.

“Yes, yes, keep licking my clit like that. That feels sooo good. Can you finger me, too?”

I shift my weight to slide her panties fully off and free up a hand. I bring my fingers to her wetness and make circles, asking her body to enter. As the pad of my middle finger toys with her, I feel her pussy squeeze and start to pull me in. Using two fingers I slowly slide inside and she whimpers in response. Making a fluid come here motion with my fingers and slowly sliding in and out of her I keep licking her clit with my strong tongue. 

God, she feels so good. God, I love playing with her pussy. She tightens around my fingers in pulses and takes a big inhale— 

“I'm going to come. Keep going just like that. Just like that,” she moans. 

I stop. I pull my body away from her pulsing pussy and let her feel the air in the room quickly flow between us. She squirms and gasps out of shock then moans in frustration. 

I feel a sense of pride that I’ve cracked open the cool laid-back woman and let her basest needs and desires glisten in the light, waiting for me to reach in and hold them.

“Do you want me to keep going?” I ask slyly, dragging my fingertips lightly across her inner thighs. 

“Yes.” 

“Yes what?”

“Yes, please,” she whimpers.

I swear I can see her heartbeat pulsing on her clit. With two fingers I stroke the shaft from on top of her hood, drawing her impending orgasm forward. My mouth back on her pussy, I lick with a wide flat tongue, dragging her wetness up to her clit. I slide my fingers back inside her and fuck her steady. She starts pulsing again in no time and I hone in on stimulating her clit while the pulsing quickens. I think about toying with her again but it feels like an abuse of power in such a new dynamic. I keep pleasing her until she releases from inside and waves roll over her body. Her knees come up and she squirms while I help her ride the waves again and again. Finally, she slides a hand down onto my head to signal a slow down. I gently remove my fingers and begin slow lazy circles with my tongue to draw out her orgasm. 

Kissing up her body I reach her lips and we kiss slow and deep. 

I pull back to look at her eyes and feel confident then suddenly extremely cozy. An urge to hold her and find out what she’s thinking washes over me. I’ve heard her ruminate on themes from our books, but I don’t know who her best friend is, what her stressors are, or how she wakes up. Tonight she's allowed me to learn about one part of her, how unrestrained she is from her own pleasure. I search her dusty green eyes for insight and find a gentle glimmer of something warm that I can’t quite read.