Amy

It’s 2 pm on Monday afternoon and I’m about to vibrate out of my skin. I know Janet’s coming over at 3, and I’ve got plenty of time until then, but all morning I’ve been so flustered about today’s shoot that the only way I could keep it together was to do throw myself fully into preparation for her arrival. And now I’ve done absolutely everything. Even my computer is all set to start recording. There’s nothing left to do. Which is probably why I’m freaking out so bad.

I’ve tried to make myself as pretty as possible. I’m wearing a green halter dress that hugs my breasts and has an empire waist. I’m wearing fancy makeup that won’t get messy if I do a lot of kissing and other assorted mouth activities. When I looked at myself in the mirror earlier, I looked half-decent, which is about as good as I ever feel about how I look. And yet, I’m still freaking out.

I don’t know what else to do, so I text Brandy. We already talked for over an hour yesterday about everything that happened on Saturday, so I don’t have to explain anything. Which is a relief.

Me: Brandy I’m freaking out
Me: Janet’s gonna be here in an hour and I’m already so goddamn nervous it’s making my stomach hurt
Me: Thank god I haven’t eaten anything today
Brandy McNeil: Normally I would give you grief about that, but in this case I totally understand. Are you at least staying hydrated?
Me: Yeah, of course, I’ve drank so much water that I keep having to run to the bathroom every 20 minutes
Me: Brandy
Me: Do you think she’s gonna show?
Me: She wouldn’t ghost me, would she?

Instead of a response via text, Brandy facetimes me. I probably wouldn’t pick up for anyone else right now, but she’s seen me at my worst. So I answer.

“Hi,” I say quietly. Brandy’s sitting on the living room couch at her place, wearing a white tank top. She must not be working today.

“Hey, you were giving major ‘in need of a pep talk’ vibes, so I decided I’d just save myself the trouble of having to type a million words on my phone.” She smiles at me.

I sigh. “You’re right, I probably do need a pep talk.”

“OK, so… first of all, you look great. Her eyes are gonna bug out of her head when she sees you.”

I roll my eyes. “You have to say that, you’re my sister.”

“Should I call Marissa over and get her take? You know she won’t pull any punches.” She winks at me.

I’m already shaking my head. “No no no, don’t call Marissa over, I’ll accept the compliment.”

“OK then, let’s move on.” She gets a more serious look on her face. “Why do you think Janet’s gonna ghost you?”

I shrug uncomfortably. “People don’t like me. Like ever. They think I’m weird and gross. I don’t know what I did to fool her, but she’s gonna figure it out sooner or later, and I sorta just want to protect myself from the moment when it inevitably falls apart.”

Brandy sighs. “Hon, we’ve been through this. This girl has made such an effort with you. She brought you a flower! She told you she had feelings for you with no guarantee that you’d say anything like that back to her. She put herself out there, and when you were freaked out, she was willing to wait for you. Do I have any of that wrong?”

I shake my head no. “It’s so scary though.”

“Why?” she asks quietly.

I hesitate and gulp, feeling tears building up in my eyes. Thank god this makeup is waterproof – last thing I want is for Janet to show up and see me with mascara tracks down my face. “Because it’s what I always wanted,” I whisper, “and I could screw it all up.”

She gives me a sad smile. “Oh honey. Isn’t it better to try, have it for a while, then maybe have it fall apart, than to just run away from the thing you’ve spent your whole life wanting?”

I groan in frustration, wiping at the corners of my eyes. “Damn it Brandy, stop making me sound like I’m being unreasonable.” Then I giggle, because I know she’s right and I’m just being a brat.

“Stop being afraid of your own happiness, honey,” she says. “Or if you can’t do that, go for it anyway. Remember what you told me about starting HRT? How scared you were that people would find out?”

I nod. “I couldn’t live without it though. I had to try, even if some redneck shot me with a Saturday night special.”

“Maybe this doesn’t feel quite as urgent,” she says. “I’m not in your head, so I don’t know. But if you’ve got a woman literally coming over to have sex with you and you’re sitting on your couch crying in terror that she’s going to somehow stop liking you despite everything else that’s happened…” She shrugs. “Call me crazy, but it seems to me like this might be pretty important to you. So it could be that it’s time to meet the moment head-on, and be the brave girl I’ve seen you be so many times before.”

This has me crying all over again. Brandy always knows the right thing to say. “I’m so glad you’re my big sister,” I say, choking back the tears.

She smiles. “I couldn’t have asked for a better little sister. I love you, Ceci.”

“I love you too, Brandy.”

“Now… are you gonna be OK?”

I nod, wiping at my eyes. “Did I fuck my makeup all up?”

She smiles and shakes her head. “You still look like a million bucks. She’s gonna lose her mind when she sees you.”

I hear a voice in the background. “Is that Ceci?” It’s Marissa.

Brandy nods. “Janet’s coming over in a little while to shoot a scene, and she needed a bit of a pep talk.”

“God, I am living for this!” Marissa’s voice grows louder and suddenly she plops down on the couch next to Brandy and leans into the camera. “Baby sister’s in love! What a time to be alive.”

I laugh in spite of myself. “Shut up, Marissa! I never said I was in love.”

“You don’t have to, queen, it’s all over your face! You wanna be wifed up so bad, and I absolutely adore that for you.”

“Wait, what do you know? Did Brandy tell you about Saturday?”

“Oh, her bringing you a flower? Her taking you out for tacos and straight-up romancing you? Yeah, I heard about that! What are you doing, girl? Opportunity knocks but once! You gotta open that door and let her in!”

“Marissa, I swear, I had just gotten her calmed down,” Brandy says, sounding exasperated. But then she looks over at me and winks. I smile back at her, then roll my eyes at Marissa.

“She’s gonna be fine, Brandy! In fact,” Marissa gestures at the camera, “look at her! She’s a bombshell! That girl’s gonna be on her like mayo on a bologna sandwich.” She turns to me. “You got nothing to worry about, kiddo. She’s gonna be sucking your cock like your cum is the antidote.”

I crack up so hard I nearly drop the phone. I’m rolling around on my couch for a solid minute gasping for air. When I finally calm down, Marissa is looking like the cat that swallowed the canary and Brandy is wiping at her eyes. “Have I told you lately that you guys are the best?” I ask, still giggling a bit.

“We always love to hear it,” Brandy says. “Now, do you feel better? Think you can handle this?”

I nod. “Thank you. I feel much better.”

“Hey, before we let you go,” says Marissa, “you should see what she’s got going on tomorrow night. You know I’m picking Danielle up from the bus station tonight at like midnight or some shit, so she wouldn’t be the only new face at Taco Tuesday tomorrow.”

We don’t meet up every week, but whenever we don’t have anything important going on, my sisters and I like to meet up at this bowling alley up in Glendale that does lane discounts and cheap tacos on Tuesdays.

“So Danielle’s family situation finally collapsed, huh?” I ask.

Brandy nods, a rueful look on her face. “Yeah. It’s at least a relatively planned thing, not like your situation. But it’s always a tough adjustment, and she has no idea what she’s gonna do for work, so she’s gonna need some friends when she gets here.”

Marissa grins. “The good news for you is that you won’t be the baby of the family anymore!”

“Wait, how old is she?”

“21, but she started hormones like six months ago so even if she’s was 23 or something she’d still be more of a baby tran than you are.”

“Than you ever were, really,” Brandy chimes in. “But yeah, see if Janet wants to come. She’d be welcome if so.”

“And you all want to meet her,” I add, giving them a sardonic look.

“That too,” Brandy says. Marissa winks at me.

We disconnect from facetime a few minutes later, and I’ve still got half an hour or so before Janet’s supposed to show up, but even though I’m still nervous, I’m feeling a bit better. Brandy’s probably right, even if it does sound like a cheesy Sara Bareilles song: if I ever want to find happiness in this life, I need to be brave.

Janet walks in the door at 2:57. I hear her footsteps on the stairs before she even gets there, so I’m standing at the computer, ready to hit record, when she walks in. She’s wearing that scandalously short black dress she bought on Saturday. She looks incredible. I can’t help but smile when I see her. “Hey,” she says, and smiles back at me.

I aim the mouse at the record button, then turn to her. “Just to make absolutely sure… you definitely still want to do this, right? You haven’t like… changed your mind since we last talked?”

She grins and gestures at her outfit. “Do you think I’d come over here dressed like this if I wasn’t trying to get laid? Please. I’m so ready.” Then she hesitates. “Wait, you’re not having second thoughts, are you?”

“Hell no,” I say. My skin feels like it’s tingling all over. “I’ve been practically climbing the walls all day. I want you so bad.”

She smiles. “Well then, start that thing up and let’s do this.”

I hit the button as she crosses the room toward me, and immediately she’s pushing me down onto the bed, urgently kissing me as her strong thighs wrap around my waist and her hips and ass press down against me. I’m already turned on and immediately give in to the intense urge to hump against her, which feels amazing. I’m moaning in her mouth with my hands on her breasts. Heat and desire are crashing over me like waves.

I’m splayed out across the bed wherever I landed when Janet pushed me down against it, so I’m sure we look ridiculous to the cameras, but I consider that a problem for editor Amy, who won’t be here until tomorrow. Instead, as Janet pulls back from my mouth to grin at me, I slide my hand up under her dress and slide it up to waist level – at which time I find out she doesn’t have any panties on.

“Holy crap,” I whisper as my fingertips find her pussy. She’s wet already, which feels appropriate, because I’m definitely hard. She pulls a hissing breath between her teeth as I slowly slide a finger inside her, then grins and kisses me again.

There’s no real plan for what we’ve got going on today, so we let desire guide us. Before long, we’re lying on our sides, facing each other, naked, our dresses long since pulled over our heads and tossed aside. Janet’s breasts, fuller than mine in the most glorious way, press against my chest, and my nipples tingle as they scrape across her skin. She has her hand on my cock, and is rubbing the head with her thumb, which I love. I’m playing with her clit with my fingertips, and I can tell from her breathing that she’s already very close to cumming. So I reach up between us and pinch her nipple as I kiss her. She starts gasping and moaning into my mouth as she tips over the edge into an orgasm. Janet rides out her climax without ever letting go of my cock, and after a minute, she moves down and takes me into her mouth. She’s looking around for lube, but it ends up not being necessary, because within 30 seconds, I’m cumming in her mouth. I yell and squirm as my orgasm runs away with me, only coming back down to earth about a minute later as Janet crawls up the bed and curls up next to me. She smiles at me. I smile back and kiss her. Then I look over at my computer monitor. We’ve been recording for 7 minutes and 43 seconds.

I start laughing and look back to her. “We may have been a little too fired up, babe,” I say. “As of right now, this is about a five-minute video.”

She grins. “It felt good. That’s all that matters.” Then she taps my chest. “Besides, there’s no reason to think we won’t work ourselves back up. How long can it run before it cuts itself off?”

I shrug. “I can easily hold six hours of footage on my computer at the quality we’re filming at.”

“OK, so… then just cuddle with me, and let’s see where things go from here.”

I curl up with her and we start kissing again. It feels incredibly intimate and emotional, and as our legs intertwine and we curl up together, I feel a warm glow envelop me. I’m… happy like this, I think to myself. And then, without thinking it through, I blurt out, “Is this what it’s like to be in a relationship?”

Janet smiles and kisses me. “At its best, yes,” she says. “I’ve had relationships that were like this about 10% of the time, and ones that were like this maybe half the time, but I’ve never had one that made me feel this happy and this safe as consistently as you have. So if anything, I think this is new territory for me too.” She kisses me sweetly, then adds, “And I like it a whole lot.”

I smile at her. “I do too. I feel like… I could get used to this.”

She gives me a big smile that lights up her whole face. She looks like she wants to say something, but I guess she decides not to, because after a minute, she just starts kissing me again. I’m not sure how long we lie there like that, just making out like a couple of teenagers in love for the first time, but eventually things start to heat up again. I have my thigh between her legs, and I can feel how wet she is, just as I’m sure she can feel how hard my cock is. I’m thrusting rhythmically against her as we kiss, and she’s responding with passion. Then she breaks from the kiss.

“Hey, how do you feel about me getting the strap-on?”

I grin. “I would like nothing better.” I reach over the side of the bed and pull both a big bottle of lube and Janet’s favorite toy out of a cardboard box full of random sex-related objects. Everything always gets thoroughly cleaned before it goes back into the box, so the strap-on is ready to use. I help her put it on, licking and sucking on the head of it for a minute before turning around and presenting my ass to her. She pushes me down onto the bed, lubes up my ass, and begins penetrating me slowly and deliciously. I’d started to soften as we maneuvered around setting things up, but as she slides deeper into me, I can feel my dick hardening. She fucks me slowly and deeply, one of her hands on my hip as her other hand presses down between my shoulder blades, pinning me to the bed. I can hear her breath hitching and quickening as she slowly increases the speed of her thrusts. It feels amazing, but what feels even better is knowing how much she loves doing this to me, how good it feels for her to get so deep inside of me. My partner’s pleasure has always been a key element of my own enjoyment of sex, and I’ve never been with anyone who enjoyed fucking me as much as Janet does. It’s amazing.

I feel incredibly turned on, but I’m not sure how hard I actually am until I reach down between my legs and find my dick absolutely throbbing. “Do you mind if I—” I ask, and before I can finish the question, she’s gasping, “Yes, yes, touch yourself! I want you to cum for me, baby!” I stroke myself in time with her thrusts, and she’s moaning as she pushes into me. Before I even realize how close I am, I’m cumming hard, wailing and keening as I feel semen spurt across my hand and onto my belly. A few seconds later, Janet pulls out of me, and I flop down on my side as she lands next to me. She shoves the strap-on down around her thighs and begins frantically fingering herself, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling my face to hers. As our tongues entwine inside our mouths, her orgasm hits her, and she screams and squeals into my mouth for what feels like a solid minute, kissing me the whole time.

Eventually the orgasms fade and we settle into each other, making out for several minutes as a subtle lassitude sinks into my bones. I feel like I could curl up in her arms and fall asleep. Instead, we keep kissing. Finally, after several minutes, I pull back. “Oh my god, Janet,” I whisper. “I—” love you, my brain finishes, even as I thankfully manage to stop my mouth. Instead I emit a series of inarticulate noises, before finally managing to gasp out, “That was incredible.”

Janet puts her hand on my cheek and turns my head toward her. She’s smiling at me. “Me too,” she says, and gives me a quick kiss before wrapping her arm around me and snuggling up. I’m not sure if she’s answering what I actually said, or if she somehow knows what I almost said and is responding to that. But when I think about it, I decide that it’s probably OK either way.