Netflix and Chill

Ariana loves nights like these. Cosy and warm under a fluffy blanket by a crackling fireplace with her absolute favourite person in the whole wide world.

Charlotte.

Ariana fell in love with her the very first moment they met.

They were assigned as roommates in college, and if Ariana had ever had any doubts about her sexuality before then, they were most certainly trumped after merely ten minutes in the company of her new roomie.

Charlotte is the most beautiful and captivating creature she has ever met. Her hair is a shade of golden brown that is almost always messy. Her rich brown eyes are endless in depth, and her laugh fills their dorm with utter happiness.

Ariana has always been a bit shy. She's not one for making the first move, but after months of pining and wanting, it just seemed to happen.

Nights out became nights in, watching movies and sharing secrets until the early hours of the morning. Sharing a blanket while watching their favourite Netflix series turned into Ariana resting her head on Charlotte's shoulder, and not long after that, she found herself snuggled against the beautiful girl as they lay together on the bright green couch, which they had agreed added a bit of life to the boring style of their temporary home.

Their first kiss felt so natural and just so right, making the change in their relationship practically nonexistent.

***

Charlotte stumbles through the dorm room door; she's adorably clumsy. She grumbles, "Professor McDouchebag is the worst!" before removing her shoes and settling onto Ariana, who is nearly half asleep on the sofa. A soft "oof" escapes her lips, followed shortly by a giggle. She loves it when Charlotte lollops all over her.

"What happened?" Ariana asks, curiosity piqued.

Charlotte grumbles into her neck, tickling Ariana with her warm breath and making her giggle again. "He gave me a D!" She looks up at Ariana with an expression of pure outrage before repeating, "A D! I worked really hard on that paper."

"What was that one about again?" Ariana asks, knowing full well which one it must be.

"The Influence of Cats on Ancient Egyptian Architecture." Charlotte's voice goes up a whole octave at that point, and she flings her hand up in exasperation.

"Cats are basically the backbone of ancient Egyptian society!" Ariana exclaims, intent on fueling her roommate's adorable fury.

"That's exactly what I said!" Charlotte cries, her face growing redder. "And you know what he wrote?" she asks, not leaving a second of silence for a response. "He wrote that my thesis was 'vague and unsupported.'"

"Hmmm," Ariana hums. "Is that the one where your bibliography consisted of a Wikipedia article, a blog post titled 'Cats Are Cool,' and, oh, a list of your favourite cat videos on YouTube?"

Charlotte crosses her arms, crammed between their bodies, huffing. "Those videos are very informative!"

Ariana merely responds with a tight-lipped smirk, struggling to keep a straight face.

Charlotte glares up at her, her frustration bubbling over. "No one appreciates how groundbreaking my approach is. My cat, Whiskers, totally agreed with my thesis!"

"I'm sure Whiskers is a very wise cat, but perhaps consulting some peer-reviewed journals would have helped your case."

Charlotte's expression softens slightly as she snuggles her face back into Ariana's neck, her righteous anger beginning to wane. "Fine, I'll rewrite it," she mumbles before peering back up at her. "But I still think Whiskers would make a great co-author."

Ariana can't help but laugh out loud. She gently pinches Charlotte's chin between her thumb and index finger and kisses her on the tip of the nose. "Anyone else would've gotten an F! You're lucky you're cute!"

Then, with shared giggles and raspberries blown into each other's skin, Charlotte places the softest of kisses just on the corner of Ariana's mouth.

Time stops, and silence falls over them.

Ariana looks into those big brown eyes and feels a rush of warmth fill her chest. Charlotte's gaze flits between her eyes and her lips, just like the prelude to a kiss in the movies. The empty space between their faces almost disappears without Ariana even realising it. With heavy eyelids and synchronised heartbeats, their lips slot together, and it is as natural as breathing.

And just like that, everything changes, yet all seems the same.

***

From that moment on, evenings lying on the couch watching TV became hours of them making out. The TV almost always automatically goes to standby during endless kisses, whispered words, and wandering touches.

***

The first time Ariana touched Charlotte, she nearly came in her panties. Her pretty pussy was impossibly smooth and soft. She quickly acquired a taste for her beautiful girl's cunt too. In Ariana's opinion, there's nothing like getting on her knees and eating pussy. Of course, Charlotte is lovely like that, and lets her lick her out as often as she wants.

***

One rainy night in November, they shared a vibrating wand for the first time.

One of them woke the other, wanting to touch. Neither recall exactly who started it.

After a few moments of gently rubbing against one another, Charlotte grabbed the wand from her drawer.

"Is this okay?" She asked with just a hint of bashfulness.

Ariana nuzzled into her neck and whispered, "Yes."

Charlotte climbed on top of her and lined up the toy. She gently pressed herself against one side and pushed the round, vibrating head directly against Ariana's clit. They whined desperately as, together, they chased release. With no regard for the neighbours at such a late hour, they moaned into each other's mouths, kissing sloppy kisses onto one another's lips. Every little moan and whimper that escaped one pushed the other closer to orgasm.

After frantically rutting onto the toy, one of them came, and in turn, so did the other. The wand fell down onto the bed, and their sticky clits touched. Skin on skin. They rode out the post-orgasm bliss, rubbing against one another. Kissing lazily until they fell asleep in each other's arms, warm naked bodies tangled up until morning.

***

Today, after a long week, it's finally Friday. Charlotte and Ariana can't be bothered to go out, so their version of date night ends up staying in and eating their favourite foods while watching movies. They're only halfway through the first movie, and Ariana's already abandoned the snacks. She's snuggled up to Charlotte, nuzzling her neck--practically on top of her.

She just can't get close enough. She's been fidgeting and sighing every two minutes for the last half-hour. She feels antsy and anxious. It must have something to do with work, or how her mother called earlier and went on and on about how she should take on the role of assistant at her father's law firm.

It's just all too much.

She desperately wants to feel settled. After a while, Charlotte lets out a soft giggle and shakes her head at Ariana. She turns to the side and looks her girlfriend dead in the eye.

"Need to unwind, baby girl?" she asks, already knowing the answer.

Ariana frowns and pouts, nodding a silent yes.

"Awww," Charlotte coos, "do you want to suck on my pussy for a while?" affection dripping from every word. "Do you think that would make it all better?"

Ariana purrs at the thought. If there's one thing that calms her, it's getting nice and comfy and suckling on her beautiful girl's pussy.

"Can I?" she asks, "please."

Charlotte kisses her lips softly. "Of course you can. You deserve it, angel."

They get comfortable. Charlotte perches herself on the edge of the sofa, with a cushion in the middle of her feet for Ariana to kneel on between her spread legs. Ariana crumples down quickly, so pitifully eager to get her mouth on her sweet cunt that she pulls her panties down, throws them over her shoulder, and emarrassingly quickly wraps her mouth all over Charlotte's pretty pussy.

Ariana loves having pussy in her mouth. The whole pussy--inner and outer lips, mimicking one of those suction pumps. Only she can simoultaneously slide her tongue inside and tease Charlotte's hole.

She groans out loud as the feeling of relief overtakes her. Her mind finally switches off, and she can just be. Charlotte strokes her hair as she gets comfortable. She drums her fingertips over Ariana's face, gently caressing her eyelids as she sucks on her, lost in pure bliss.

For a long while, Ariana simply keeps her mouth latched onto her pussy, sucking gently as Charlotte comforts her with sweet touches. However, after some time, Ariana can't help feeling horny and restless, and can't stop herself from letting her tongue slowly delve into her. She massages with her tongue, flat and soft. Charlotte lets out a little gasp, and Ariana immediately grows desperate to taste how turned on she is.

"Gently, baby girl, don't make me cum," she warns in an authoritative tone.

She's teasing, but Ariana frowns up at her anyway, not even trying to hide her disgruntled attitude.

"Don't look at me like that," Charlotte says, before succumbing to another little moan when Ariana slides her tongue slowly down to tease her hole. "You can make me cum later--" another breathless moan, "just suck gently; be a good girl."

Ariana's face screws up even more, and she feels like a bratty schoolgirl about to have a tantrum. She wants Charlotte to cum in her mouth. She loves it when her girlfriend loses all composure and holds her head while rubbing her swollen clit up and down on her tongue. The way she squirms after she's cum and Ariana snakes her tongue inside her hole to gather as much ejaculate as she can. Her tummy coils at the taste of her cum. It lets her know that she's been a good girl.

She suckles for a few minutes longer, trying to remain obedient. Her hands make their way to Charlotte's firm, squidgy hips, and she places a firm grip on them. Craftily, she fits her elbows between her thighs; her legs are wedged open.

She looks up deviously at the beautiful girl sitting before her and smirks.

Charlotte responds with a grin of her own. "Are you going to be naughty?"

Ariana uses her tongue to respond and lewdly slides her tongue all the way down to tickle her rim. Charlotte chokes out a sound of utter surprise. A sound that Ariana particularly adores. She brings her tongue back up and licks her outer lips. She licks and sucks everywhere she can, making Charlotte's cunt drip with her saliva.

"Fuck, baby," Charlotte sputters. "You like that, don't you?"

Ariana flutters her eyelashes up at her. She nods seductively before going back to prodding her rim again. Charlotte chokes on a moan. Ariana knows how much she fucking loves having her asshole played with.

"Let's do this," she begins, tucking a strand of hair behind Ariana's ear. "During the show, you just keep my clit nice and warm, but during the ads, you can play with me."

Ooooh... Ariana likes the sound of that.

"And if you're a really good girl, I'll cum in your mouth," she says, sweetness dripping from her every word. "Just as you like it, baby girl."

Ariana has never been so happy that they only have the basic Netflix account.

The TV continues in the background, and Charlotte carries on watching the detective show they'd decided on. Her mouth is half open, and every now and then she sighs and gently grinds her hips, feeding Ariana her perfect pussy.

Ariana does as she's told and continues to suckle like the good girl she is. Charlotte's pussy is absolutely drenched in Ariana's saliva and her own creaminess. Her clit is swollen and tender on Ariana's tongue. She wants nothing more than to tease it, rub all those sensitive nerve endings, and make her beautiful princess feel nice.

Finally, an ad.

Ariana wastes no time. She licks all the way down to her rim again, teasing her puckered little hole just for the fun of it. Charlotte lets out a desperate moan. She's obviously been holding back too.

Ariana envelopes her large clit and softly sucks. Nothing too aggressive. The best orgasms always come from delicate stimulation over and over.

Charlotte definitely agrees. She whines loudly while attempting to fuck into her mouth.

"Fuck, baby. That's so good."

Ariana preens.

"You're such a good girl to me," she adds, stroking Ariana's hair. "Make my clit feel so sensitive."

Ariana indulges by randomly brushing the softest kitten licks over the hood of her lover's clit. Just to hear Charlotte whimper.

The amount of times Charlotte has made her cum just by dragging her tongue against her clit hood over and over with feather light kitten licks. It might be one of Ariana's favourite ways to orgasm.

"Only five seconds left, baby," Charlotte announces, sounding ever so slightly desperate.

Ariana grumbles into her cunt, disgruntled at having to stop.

Charlotte holds her head and unabashedly pushes her pussy into Ariana's mouth before the ad finishes, and she goes back to clit warming her.

"Shit!" Charlotte curses through her teeth. "I was so close."

Ariana looks up at her with a mouth full of pussy and a devilish grin.

Two more ads come and go, and Charlotte definitely seems to regret making such rules for this game. She simply never seems to quite reach the peak of her pleasure, though.

At last, another ad, but Charlotte seems to have had enough.

"Turn over, baby," she grunts.

Ariana turns her back to the sofa and lets her head fall back against the soft seating cushion. Charlotte pauses the god forsaken ad shamelessly and straddles her head, knees pressed into the couch on either side of her face, and lowers herself to feed her pussy into Ariana's open mouth.

"That's cheating," Ariana mumbles.

Charlotte moans loud and deep, her hands gripping the back of the sofa for support as she grinds her open cunt into Ariana's mouth.

"Fuck that," she utters huskily, finally losing her composure. "You eat me out so good."

Ariana also moans; she adores hearing how good she makes Charlotte feel. How her voice gets raspy and impossibly breathy when she's close.

Ariana hums in appreciation. She sticks her tongue out, flat and soft, just like she knows Charlotte likes it and Charlotte doesn't disappoint; she holds Ariana's head and fucks herself relentlessly into her mouth, grunting and groaning, rubbing her clit up and down and circling her hips in a desperate rhythm.

The room fills with the sound of her heavy breathing and the wet noises of her slick pussy fucking Ariana's mouth. Ariana gently holds her hips and assists in guiding her movements.

"Baby," she whimpers. "Baby, I'm so close."

Ariana moans out loud, resisting the urge to go faster or harder. She wants her beautiful girl's pleasure to build slowly. She wants her to ache in the best way when she finally cums.

Their little dance continues, and Charlotte gets louder and louder. Profanities spill from her pretty lips as she hurtles towards her orgasm. Finally, her body tenses, and her cries grow louder and more urgent.

"Baby--baby, I'm right there."

Ariana can't help but groan up at her.

"Right. There."

Her movements become uncontolled and frenzied, and she all but screams as her orgasm wracks through her. Ariana moans too as the girl she adores rides out her creamy pleasure all over her tongue.

As her high subsides, Ariana laps at her hole. She knows how sensitive she gets there after a nice orgasm. Charlotte indeed whimpers as she traces her pussyhole ever so gently.

"That feels so nice," she whispers, continuing to grind her hips. Ariana smiles up at her, loving the way Charlotte responds to her touch. She continues south, curling her tongue in order to tease her tender asshole.

"Ah, fuck!" Charlotte blurts. "Yes, that's so good." She moans deliciously. "Wait, let me just--"

She struggles to her feet and turns around, pushing her ass out and pulling her cheeks apart. "Can you rim me some more, sweetheart?"

It's Ariana's turn to moan. She fucking loves it when Charlotte is so blatant in her desires. It's something she's never been able to do, and Charlotte makes her feel comfortable asking for whatever she wants.

She wastes no time and starts lapping at her asshole.

"That's it," Charlotte moans, low and so fucking seductive. "You made me cum so hard, baby. My clit is still pounding, and this feels so, so good."

With Charlotte, Ariana has learned that all of this is a way to love each other. That rimming the life out of her sweet girlfriend isn't just some lustful act; it's beautiful. It makes Charlotte feel good and deepens their connection in a way that Ariana never thought possible. Charlotte's pleasure is Ariana's pleasure.

"Baby, that was incredible," Charlotte sighs, "You made me cum so good." She takes a step forward and offers Ariana her hand. "Does my beautiful girl want to feel good too?" she asks, leaning in closer, her lips barely brushing against Ariana's ear. "Let me take care of you," she whispers. "I want to."

Ariana's heart starts to pound against her chest, and an eruption of butterflies explodes in her tummy. She looks up at her with the best puppy dog eyes she can manage and nods. "Yes," she whispers, her face red-hot.

Charlotte gives her that smile--the one that needs no words. The one that says, "I'll look after you."

"Come," she says, placing her hands on Ariana's hips and guiding her to sit between her legs, still facing the television. Charlotte perches her chin on Ariana's shoulder, her lips gently graze her neck, and Ariana shudders when she whispers, "Can my baby girl open her legs for me?"

Ariana's head falls back into Charlotte's embrace as her legs get spread as far apart as physically possible. Charlotte hums in her ear while pressing warm kisses onto her neck. "That's it, good girl; nice and wide," she says, her voice soft and seductive.

Ariana conveniently wore panties that have bows on the sides (easy removal). Charlotte pulls on them slowly to expose her smooth pussy. Her breath hitches in anticipation as the cool air hits her bare cunt. Charlotte doesn't touch her immediately, and even though she wasn't expecting her to, it still feels exhilarating. She just leaves her like that--open and needy. Ariana's legs are as wide as they could possibly be, and it feels incredible to be so naked.

"Up," she says softly, guiding Ariana's elbows upwards. She removes her t-shirt, and Ariana reaches back to run her fingers through Charlotte's hair. Charlotte delicately slides her soft hands down her underarms to her chest and begins to massage her breasts, knowing that they're tender and sensitive. A little pinch to the nipples makes Ariana gasp with an embarrassing little squeak.

Her hips stutter, and her pussy clenches desperately down onto nothing. The feeling of her pussy being open and wanton is intense. Her clit is swelling and twitching, and Ariana can feel how wet she's getting. However, Charlotte loves to tease; Ariana knows that she's gonna make her wait.

Her wonderful girl knows exactly how to handle her. Ariana fucking loves it.

She keeps her arms up, her fingers mindlessly playing with Charlotte's hair. Charlotte teases her breasts by running her hands over her, up and down her sides, squeezing her hips, and then back up. With her eyes closed and her head resting back on Charlotte, Ariana is in complete bliss.

"Open, sweetheart," Charlotte says quietly in her ear, and Ariana feels her fingers graze her lips. She opens her mouth and allows her soft fingers inside. She doesn't suck like a hungry slut; she just swirls her tongue around her girlfriend's fingertips to get them nice and wet. Charlotte brings her other hand up to stroke her throat, and Ariana can't help the whimper that escapes her. She loves it when Charlotte holds her throat, not choking her; it's just there, grounding her and making her feel secure.