Chord, p.11
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       Chord, p.11

           Chelsea M. Cameron
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  Ohhhhhhhh. Yeah, that was so good.

  I hadn’t been thinking about anything in particular, but now, an image of Chase looking over her shoulder at me flooded my mind. I moaned again and thought about how beautiful she was and how I felt when we kissed and suddenly, it was like a train of sensation had slammed into me and my legs were convulsing and wave after wave of painful pleasure nearly drowned me. I gasped and made noises I’d never heard myself make and pulsed with the most powerful sensations I’d ever felt.

  After it ended, I felt like I was glowing from the inside out and I could feel a smile on my face.

  That was fucking AWESOME. It took until my freshman year of college, but I’d finally had an orgasm. I lay on my bed for a while, sitting with the feeling. I didn’t think I was the first or the last person who hadn’t had an orgasm, but it definitely was a little weird sometimes when other people talked about it like everyone had had one, and that was a given.

  I stroked my clit and it was hypersensitive and the touch hurt a little. I should probably get up and get dressed, but I was dopey and sleepy and all I wanted to do was take a nap. Unfortunately, I happened to glance over at the clock on the microwave and HOLY HELL, Chase was due back very soon. I needed to get my shit together and put some clothes on. The idea of her finding me naked wasn’t horrible, but I wasn’t sure if she was ready for all that yet, so I was going to wait for her to make a move on that.

  Moving a half-speed, I got up and put my clothes on. My skin was so sensitive that feeling the fabric slide against it made goosebumps pop up. I checked myself in the mirror. My hair was all over the place, as usual, and my cheeks were bright. I pulled my hair back in a curly bun and tried to slow my still-racing heart.

  By the time Chase walked in, I had made up my bed and was sitting on it with a book, pretending to read.

  “Hey,” she said, coming in and walking right over to give me a kiss. We’d decided that hello and goodbye kisses were mandatory.

  “Hey,” I said, my voice a little too high.

  “Did you have a good day?” she sat on my bed and set her bag on the floor. I set my book aside. Not that I’d been reading it anyway.

  “Yeah, you?” I wanted to keep her distracted so she didn’t figure out what I had been doing not ten minutes before. Not that I was embarrassed. I guess I didn’t know how to talk about that with her. Yet. We shared a room and I thought I knew her really well, but I’d never really heard or seen her doing anything like that, so I wasn’t sure if she did.

  “Yeah, it was good. Stella said the funniest thing in class, we were dying. I’m starving, though, do you want to go to dinner?” That second, there was a knock at the door.

  Chase opened it and Stella, Kyle and Elise were on the other side.

  “Dinner?” Stella said.

  “Yeah, we were just talking about that.” I didn’t exactly want to be in a group of people, but what else was I going to do? I couldn’t say no and give a vague reason.

  “Sounds great,” I said, getting up and shoving all my masturbatory thoughts to the back of my mind for a while.

  DINNER WAS A GOOD DISTRACTION and there was no talk of masturbation. Thankfully.

  “You’re quiet tonight,” Chase said when we got back to our room. I had a pile of homework, including a paper for art history and a chapter to read for my US history class, including notes and highlighting. It was going to take a long time, since the print was microscopic in my book and it was a lot of information at once.

  “Am I?” I said as I gathered my supplies, including my favorite highlighters. I didn’t know why, but using them somehow made me remember the reading better.

  “Yeah, is something wrong?” Her voice was casual, but I could tell she was worried I was having second thoughts.

  “No, not really. I was just thinking about all this homework I have to do. Not all of us are a month ahead like some people.” I meant her.

  “I told you if you wanted, I could sit down with your syllabi and make a schedule.” I laughed.

  “Oh, C, I know you would. But that’s not how my brain works. I wish it did. That would make my life easier. No, it’s fine. I’ll get it done. I always do.” Somehow, even though I got things done at the last minute, I always got them done. I’d never missed one yet. I guess it worked for me, in a weird way.

  “Is that it?” she asked, pulling at one of my curls and the letting it spring back on itself.

  “Uh, yeah,” I said. I couldn’t meet her eyes. I’d never lied to her before.

  “Cordelia?” Her voice cracked, and that pretty much destroyed me.

  “I masturbated this afternoon and had my first orgasm ever and I didn’t want to talk about it because I didn’t know if it would make you uncomfortable or feel weird so I didn’t tell you except now I’m telling you.” The words came out in one long rush. Shit. I didn’t mean to say it that way. Guess that ship had sailed.

  “Oh,” Chase said, her face getting a little red.


  “I mean, I’m happy for you?” She laughed, and I felt my face get red. “Sorry, that came out wrong. I’m happy that you had your first orgasm. And, um, yeah, I masturbate. Mostly in the shower, because then you’re less likely to get caught. It’s kind of weird to do it when your roommate, who you are also attracted to, is laying a few feet away.”

  “Yeah, that was why I did it when you were gone,” I said. “So, um, do you do it a lot?” I had gone from embarrassed one minute, to being ragingly turned on at the thought of Chase masturbating. I wondered if she’d ever thought about me when she did it.

  “I mean, I don’t know, what’s a lot?”

  “Twice a day?” I suggested. Now that I knew how to do it, I was probably going to be spending a lot more time doing it.

  “I definitely don’t do it that much. Would it be bad if I did?” I shook my head.

  “I mean, it’s pretty fucking great. If I could spend at least two hours a day doing that, I’d probably be a happy girl.” We both chuckled.

  “I wondered why you looked so dazed,” she said, yanking a little on one of my curls.

  “Hey!” I said and smirked at me. Her face was so close and I wanted to kiss her so much. I was also horny as fuck with the current topic of conversation.

  “I bet you look beautiful when you do it,” I said, and she stopped smirking.

  “You can’t say things like that to me,” she said, and I noticed that her breathing sped up.

  “Why not?” The air had gotten thick and hard to breathe. My blood pounded in my ears.

  “Because it makes me think about so many things I want to do with, and to, you.” Fuck.

  “Are you ever going to tell me about those things?” I asked. Her mouth quirked up on the side in a seductive smile.

  “I’d much rather show you.”

  I nearly fell off the bed.

  And then I leaned forward and kissed her. What else was I going to do?

  She kissed me back. Hard. We had been leading up to this, and I was still fired up from my earlier orgasm. I was horny and she was here and we wanted each other.

  Her hands went into my hair and she pulled the elastic out, letting my curls loose.

  “Are you okay?” she asked with a gasp.

  “Yeah,” I said, going right back to her mouth. Her fingers pulled at my hair a little and I let my hands wander down her arms to the hem of her shirt. I’d been here before, but now I wasn’t going to stop myself.

  My hands dove under her shirt and found her stomach. She trembled at my touch and I stroked her mouth with my tongue. There was so much going on that my brain couldn’t even think of anything other than how she tasted and how she felt. I pressed closer and she ended up on her back, with me over her. I straddled her hips with mine and looked down at her.

  I took her hands and put them on my hips. Her eyes went wide, but I nodded to show her that it was okay. I wanted her to touch me.

  She squeezed my hips a little and I groaned.
Ever so slowly, she slid her hands up and touched my stomach under my shirt. I had a lot going on in that department, and I’d been a little hesitant about her touching me there, but she stroked me and didn’t seem to want to stop.

  “I want you so much, Cordelia,” she said in a hushed voice. “You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe I get to do this.” There was wonder in her voice and reverence. As if I was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. It almost made me want to cry. No one had ever looked at me quite like that.

  “You’re gorgeous, Chase. Every single part of you.”

  “What are your favorite parts?” she asked.

  “All of them?” I said, and she laughed under me, shaking a little.

  “All of your parts are my favorite,” she said, digging her finger into my sides.

  “Do you want to see some of my parts?” I asked. She nodded and I put my arms up so she could take my shirt off.

  She propped herself up on her elbows and helped me get my shirt over my head.

  “Wow,” she said. “Your body is amazing.”

  Her hands ran up and down my arms and I shivered at her touch.

  “Are you cold?” she asked.

  “No.” I wasn’t. I was hot. I was burning from the inside out.

  “You’re so hot, Cordelia, holy shit.” I smiled down at her. Fortunately, I had worn my favorite bra. It was hard to find one for a larger chest that was pretty, and this had been a serious investment. It was black with lacy cups and it made me feel sexy and mysterious.

  “Can I take your shirt off?” I asked. She nodded and we both moved so I could get hers off. She had a very simple Chase-like bra on, but it had the tiniest little pink bow where the cups met in the front.

  Her skin was more brown than mine and I was a little envious. I bet she didn’t burn after five minutes in the sun like I did. I had to practically bathe in sunscreen in the summer. I was also a huge fan of big hats and lots of gauzy cover-ups.

  “Your body is incredible,” I said. This was the first time I was really seeing her in just a bra. Somehow we’d been really modest with each other. Guess I knew why now. I dragged one finger from her throat all the way down to the top of her jeans.

  Her stomach quivered.

  “There’s so much to touch and I don’t know where to start,” I said.

  She puckered her lips and I burst out laughing. Kissing seemed like a good place to start, so I leaned down and joined my lips with hers.

  While we kissed, I let my hands wander all over her shoulders and the front of her bra, and down to her belly button. I discovered that certain parts of her side were ticklish, so I tried to avoid them for the time being, but I tucked that information away for future reference.

  I didn’t know if she meant to do it, but her hips started rhythmically pressing against mine and I thought I was going to black out from the pressure in that particular place. Fireworks of sensation exploded in my brain and I had to stop and take a breath for a second.

  “Okay?” Chase asked.

  “Yeah,” I gasped.

  “Can I have a turn now?” she asked. She’d been running her hands up and down my sides while I’d been exploring and I could tell she was getting impatient.

  “Yup,” I said, and shifted so she could get up and we could switch positions. She laid me on my back and looked down at me.

  “I can’t believe I get to touch you,” she said.

  “You can. You can touch me,” I said, and she let her fingers meander across me. It was maddening. I arched and strained against her fingers, but she kept up just the lightest pressure. A tease. A prelude.

  “Why are you doing this to me?” I said, and it came out as a moan.

  Chase chuckled.

  “Because I can,” she said in a deeply seductive voice.

  Yes, she could. I was a complete quivering mess in her hands and she could do what she wanted with me and I would let her.

  I’d been on top, but she was definitely the one who was steering this ship.

  Her hands traced the cups of my bra.

  “This is really pretty, but I’m guessing what’s underneath is even prettier,” she said. For someone who wasn’t usually confident in social situations, Chase was completely taking charge and it was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to me. Somehow, it didn’t surprise me at all.

  “Would you like to find out?” I said. Chase nodded, and I sat up so she could get the back closure undone. After a few fumbles, she got the hooks undone and I moved the straps off my harms. I was taking my bra off with Chase and I was a tiny bit terrified.

  “Wow,” she said again, cupping my breasts with her hands. They spilled over her fingers. I was more than a handful.

  She scraped her thumbs over my nipples, and I jerked in response.

  “Oh, do you like that?” I nodded, and she did it again. She was going to drive me wild, just from touching my nipples.

  And then she dipped her head and licked one of my nipples with her tongue and I was actually going to die. I was going to die and Chase would be the cause.

  “Oh, fuck,” I said, arching up into her mouth. She fluttered her tongue somehow and I felt my eyes roll back in my head. Incoherent sounds came from my mouth and I could barely breathe

  There was a phone ringing. Somewhere. There was the sound of a phone ringing and Chase had removed her tongue from my body and was fumbling for her shrieking phone.

  “Hello?” she said, answering it, totally breathless. I gaped up at her, my brain still hazy.

  “Oh, hey, Mom,” she said, getting off me as her face turned redder than I had ever seen it.

  “Not much. Hey, I’m right in the middle of something, can I call you back?” I had to muffle a laugh. She was right in the middle of something, that was for sure.

  “Okay, later ... Love you too ... bye.” She hung up and looked down at me.

  “Oh my goddddd.” Chase burst out laughing and set her phone down on her desk. “Of course my mom would call right now. Of course she would.” She sat back down on the bed and I started laughing too.

  “We got clit blocked by your mom.” Her eyes went wide for a second and she laughed so hard she started crying.

  “You’re the funniest person I’ve ever met,” she said as she wiped her eyes.

  I still had my tits out, and I wasn’t sure if the moment had passed.

  “Come back here,” I said, reaching for her.

  “Mmmm, yes, back to business,” she said, putting her hands back on my breasts.

  “Yes, pleaseeeeeee,” I moaned.



  She was so ridiculously hot and I was losing my mind. I couldn’t even believe that I’d gotten to see her without a shirt. Miles of creamy skin dotted with freckles, and so much to touch and stroke and tease. Being with Cordelia brought out a ferocious side of me that I didn’t know, but I wanted to get to know—she was confident, she knew what she wanted, and she wasn’t scared. I liked who I was with Cordelia. I liked her a lot.

  I played with her nipples some more, and listened to every sound and thought about going further, but I pulled back and put the brakes on by kissing her.

  “Can I touch you now?” she said. I nodded and she took my bra off. My chest wasn’t even close to as ample as hers, but she looked at me as if I was something she very much wanted to devour. And she did.

  Cordelia touched me and kissed me with all the fiery enthusiasm that I knew she had, and then some.

  I squirmed on the bed and gripped the covers and made sounds that I’d never heard myself make. I was wild and uninhibited and she was plucking each and every string. Her lips found the undersides of my breasts and the spot above my belly button and my sensitive sides and licked right above the button on my jeans.

  I gasped and she chuckled. Her breath rippled against my skin. I was coming apart.

  “Mmm, what do you say about stopping it there for tonight?” she said, and I looked up at her. It took a second for m
e to realize what her words meant. I wasn’t firing on all cylinders at the moment.

  “Oh, yeah. Sure.” She was probably right. I didn’t want to get in over my head. “Can I hold you for a little while?”

  She nodded and I opened my arms so she could lie on me.

  “Your boobs are so much bigger than mine,” I said, pouting.

  “Your boobs are awesome. They’re perfect and perky and you don’t have to wear a bra all the time. I’d love to do that,” she said.

  “I’d love to actually fill out a bra.”

  “Hey,” she said, “You’re perfect.” She gripped my chin. “Understand?”

  I nodded.

  “You’re pretty stubborn,” I said.

  “Of course I am. It’s the red hair.” Cordelia yawned and snuggled into my chest. I let my fingers wander through her hair. There was so much of it, and it was fun to play with.

  “I love your red hair,” I murmured.

  “I’m glad you do.” I looked down and her eyes were closed. I kept stroking her hair until her chest rose and fell more slowly and I realized she was asleep. I pressed a kiss to the top of her head and closed my eyes too.

  THE NEXT THING I KNEW, I was waking up with a cloud of red hair in my mouth and it was the middle of the night.

  “Shit,” I said, realizing Cordelia and I had fallen asleep on her bed all wrapped up together.

  “Huh?” she said, as I moved some of her hair out of my face. “What time is it?” She sat up and stretched her arms. All the lights were on and she still wasn’t wearing a shirt. I was momentarily distracted by her breasts and forgot what she’d asked me.

  “What?” I said.

  “I asked you what time it was.” She followed my eyes down to her chest and then laughed.

  “You’re never going to let me put these away, are you?”

  “I mean ...” I trailed off and she gave me a playful shove in the shoulder.

  “My eyes are up here,” she said, pointing to her gorgeous eyes.

  “Yes, and they’re beautiful.” She blushed just a little bit.

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