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Petra The Lesbian Virgin	By : MTL Category: -Misc TV Shows > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 3300 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Petra Solano was not in love with Jane Gloriana Villanueva! She wasn't! Because that would be weird, and awkward, and totally in character for her. Petra had never really been good with people. She'd had a few working and/or romantic relationships with men which were alright for a while, but inevitably something went wrong and it was normally her fault. She sabotaged herself and the people around her, which was why even if she did have a teeny, tiny crush on Jane, which she absolutely didn't, it could never go anywhere. Things were awkward enough between them without adding a break up into the equation. And whatever Petra had done to deserve it.
Also, did she mention she wasn't good with people? Or more accurately, she was bad with men, and terrible with women. Sure, she knew how to network with them, but she never really had a friendship with one before. Until Jane, which was another reason she couldn't screw this up. But Jane didn't exactly make it easy, being so sweet, nice, and perfect. And effortlessly sexy. Seriously, Petra put so much time and energy into her appearance, and half the time Jane looked like she just rolled out of bed looking gorgeous. Sometimes it got so bad that Petra literally had to remind herself over and over again she wasn't in love with Jane Villanueva, and more importantly couldn't be, whenever Jane was in a room with her.
Which was a real problem whenever Jane was talking to her, "Petra?"
"What?" Petra mumbled, quickly forcing herself back to consciousness.
"Are you okay?" Jane asked, being perfect as always.
"Yes." Petra snapped a little too quickly, "I'm fine."
Jane raised an eyebrow, "Really, because you don't seem-"
"Do we have to do this every time? You know I get distracted with work a lot." Petra grumbled, which was true, but never when Jane was around, "When I say I'm fine, I'm fine. Now, what were you saying?"
"Just that..." Jane began cautiously, obviously debating whether she should push the issue, before revealing, "I, I think I'm finally ready to start dating."
If Petra Solano had been in love with Jane Villanueva her heart would have probably skipped a beat. But she wasn't, so it didn't. For a few long seconds a very familiar delusion crossed Petra's mind. One where she was on a date with Jane, and Jane was laughing, and smiling at her, and looking at her the same way that she used to look at Michael. It would have been funny if it wasn't so sad. Or it would have been if Petra Solano had been in love with Jane Villanueva, but luckily she wasn't, so Petra just glued on the fake smile that she had perfected throughout the years and told her sometimes friend, and sometimes rival, what she obviously wanted to hear.
"That's great Jane. I'm happy for you. Truly." Petra effortlessly lied, "What changed?"
"I don't know." Jane smiled softly, before admitting, "I just... I finally got through the whole story about what happened with Michael without crying."
"Wow. Jane that's, wow." Petra murmured, totally getting what a big deal this was, and then truthfully telling her, "That's great. I'm so happy for you."
"Thanks." Jane smiled softly, and then after a pause admitted with a smile, "So of course my Ma immediately set me up on a date once I told her."
If Petra Solano had been in love with Jane Villanueva her heart would have probably broken into a million pieces. But she wasn't, so it didn't.
*
For the rest of the week Petra had to fight the urge to asked Jane about her blind date, because doing so would give the wrong idea. Besides, she'd have to go out of her way. Also she had a lot of practice with self-control, which wasn't easy as all her dreams, and nearly all her day dreams, for that week involved Jane hitting it off with a faceless stranger, and gushing to Petra about it. And then those dreams got more ridiculous, skipping to the part where Jane would marry her blind date and Petra would be forced to sit in the aisle and glue on another fake smile as the woman she WASN'T in love with slowly walked down the aisle and shared her vows again with a man. Not that Petra would care.
The fact that Jane didn't start any gushing when they next saw each other, during their weekly talking session/their kids play date, was probably a good sign things didn't go well. Or a bad sign. Whatever. If that was the case obviously Petra would be sad for Jane, but... Xiomara always meant well, but Petra couldn't imagine knowing anyone nearly good enough for Jane. Not that anyone was good enough for Jane, but surely there must be another Michael in the world, who as far as Petra could tell was the closest anyone came to deserving her. But whatever, the point was Petra didn't want to pry if Jane didn't want to talk about it. Then again, would a good friend force it her out of it anyway? Or at least ask about it? God, Petra's head hurt.
Thankfully after 20 minutes of idle chat Jane bought it up, "So, my blind date was a disaster."
Good, Petra thought, just about avoiding the urge to say that out loud, instead going with, "Oh no, that's too bad."
Jane smiled softly, "You don't sound that surprised."
"Well..." Petra began, searching for the right words, "You, you just, you know... I... blind dates are total gambles. You never know what you're going to get. And your picky."
"I am not..." Jane began defensively but then Petra gave her a look and she was forced to admit, "Okay, maybe a little. Or a lot. But this is a big deal, you know? I don't want to just jump the first guy I see."
"Huh." Petra murmured, trying to force her next words down, but ultimately deciding to let them out for Jane's sake, "Maybe you should. You know, just get it over with. Oh don't give me that look. It's called a rebound Jane, it helps. Trust me, I know."
"Do I really look like a rebound girl to you?" Jane asked with a raised eyebrow.
"No." Petra said softly, "But you could probably do with one."
"Well I don't want one. I don't want to be set up on a blind date, or meet someone in a bar. That's not me." Jane confessed, before moving closer, "What I want is to just meet someone and then for feelings to develop. None of this forced meeting nonsense, just an intense spark and then natural development. It doesn't have to even be romantic in the beginning, you know? Maybe I don't even like them in the beginning, and they don't like me. But then, over time, things change. Maybe I noticed them looking at me, which makes me question how I feel about that. How I feel about them. And then I start asking questions, and suddenly I find out that everyone else around me knows that they're crazy about me, and I've just been slow to catch on. But now I know, and it feels right... and maybe... just maybe... I want to do something about it."
From the beginning of her speech Petra was taken aback by the way Jane was looking at her, and her words blew her away. She desperately tried to tell herself that she was delusional. That there was no possible way Jane was talking about her. It just wasn't possible. And yet, Petra had never wanted anything so badly in her entire life. And towards the end of her speech Jane started leaning in to the point where their lips were inches apart, Petra closing her eyes and praying that Jane would close the distance. But of course it was too good to be true, and suddenly they were forced apart as Jane's son came rushing in, his father right behind him.
"Mommy, Mommy, look what I did!" Mateo squealed with delight, holding up a picture to his mother.
"Wow Mr Sweet-Face, this is awesome!" Jane replied enthusiastically, reaching down to pick him up and kissing the side of his head enthusiastically.
"He just got away from me. I'm sorry." Rafael apologised to both women, although he was specifically glancing at Petra.
"It's fine." Jane said dismissively.
"Yeah, fine." Petra murmured, not sounding too convincing.
*
Rafael took out his phone as he heard it ring, looked at it, smiled and then answered it, "Hey Petra, what's up."
"Hey, I... I, I just..." Petra stammered, taking a few long moments to collect her thoughts before continuing, "I just need you to talk me down."
"About what?" Rafael frowned, although he thought he had a good idea what it might be.
"Jane, she..." Petra hesitated again, before finally revealing, "I just got some weird vibes from her today. Like she was hitting on me, or... oh God, like she knows! Does she know? Did you tell her? God Rafael, if you told her I swear I'll-"
"Relax! I didn't tell her?" Rafael reassured, adding after a brief hesitation, "Not exactly."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Petra snapped.
"Well... don't be mad, but..." Rafael protested, knowing it was no use as he could feel his ex-wife's anger through the phone, "But she already knew."
"What do you mean she already knew?" Petra snapped loudly, no longer able to keep her temper under control.
"It seems she finally noticed the way you stare at her longingly. And how flustered you get when she gets too close. Or her name is mentioned." Rafael listed.
"So you confirmed her suspicions?" Petra practically whimpered knowingly.
"So what if I did?" Rafael asked, "God Petra, you've been pining for her for like five years now and-"
"Four years!" Petra protested, "And it's just a tiny crush."
"So why does it matter if Jane finally knows?" Rafael asked, "After all this time aren't you glad that it's finally out in the open?"
"NO!" Petra exclaimed, "Because she's obviously using it to torture me."
"Petra..." Rafael said in disbelief, "Do you honestly think Jane would do that?"
"I would." Petra grumbled.
"The old you, maybe... but not this you. And not her. Never her." Rafael said confidently.
"Well how else do you explain her pretending to hit on me?" Petra huffed.
Just then there was a knock at the door and a very familiar voice called out, "Petra, it's me... we need to talk."
"Why don't you ask her yourself?" Rafael said smugly.
"I'll deal with you later." Petra softly growled into the phone, before hanging up, putting it away and then strolling over to open the door to see Jane who looked even more stunning than usual, "Jane, hey... listen, I'm really busy, so-"
"This will just take a minute." Jane insisted, "Please Petra? It's important."
Petra tried, but she could never really say no to Jane Villanueva, so she sighed, moved aside so Jane could walk into her room and then the second she close the door Petra told the brunette, "Seriously though, this has to be quick. I have like a thousand things I need to do today."
Jane just stared at the blonde for a few long seconds, and then bluntly asked, "Are you in love with me?"
"What?" Petra stammered.
"It's just..." Jane took a deep breath, stepped forward and then began explaining, "You've been acting a little weird around me, and I don't know when it started, because I've been pretty consumed by everything that's been going on in my life, but it seems everyone around me think it's been going on for a while. Years even. And now I know I can't stop thinking about it. Which is why I pretended to have a date to see how you would react, and... well... you weren't exactly subtle about the whole being jealous thing, and..."
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Petra snapped.
"Petra." Jane said knowingly.
"Seriously..." Petra began, struggling to hold it together, "Jane, don't push this. Please?"
"How can I not?" Jane asked softly.
"Because of the children." Petra pointed out, "Things are good now. Settled. Why rock the boat?"
"Because we can't just leave things unsaid." Jane protested, "It's not healthy, and it certainly not good."
"Fine!" Petra sighed, "It's just a stupid crush! It doesn't matter. I know you don't feel the same way, I just can't seem to get it through my stupid head. I think it's just because I've never really had a female friend before, and I got confused. I'm not even bi, let alone gay, so I don't even know how this happened, but..."
"It just feels right." Jane interrupted softly, cautiously stepping into Petra's personal space, "Like, maybe you're into the person so much, that gender doesn't matter. And maybe that's kind of, you know, overwhelming. Because you didn't know it was possible for you to feel that way, and maybe it makes what you're feeling now more intense than anything else. Or in my case, just as much as something else."
"Yes..." Petra admitted breathlessly.
"So..." Jane smiled softly, pressing her forehead against Petra's, "Does it sound like I don't feel the same way to you?"
For a few long seconds, which each felt like an eternity, Petra was left utterly speechless and then Jane very slowly closed her eyes and pressed her lips against hers. They were then press there for a few long seconds, before Petra whimpered, closed her eyes and allowed herself to believe the beautiful lie for another few long seconds which felt like an eternity. Those seconds were the happiest of her life, because even though she was convinced that this had to be some kind of prank or way to get back at her for the awful things she had done in the past Petra allowed herself to pretend Jane could mean those words. That she could possibly deserve Jane. That there could be any universe where this could be real. And this was it.
Even if it was only going to be for this one perfect moment it felt worth it, because the kiss was everything Jane had described kisses should be, and beautifully written about in her book. Soft and sweet, and yet somehow passionate and intense all at the same time, the whole world feeling like it fell away and it was just the two of them, lost in what they felt for each other. Then even when it was over there was no instant panic, no Jane laughing in her face, no obnoxious celebrity running in to tell her that she had been punked. Just their foreheads resting against the other again and then staring at each other with Jane softly smiling at her like she actually meant it.
"Jane..." Petra murmured, although she struggled to recognise the sound of her own voice as it sounded too soft and pathetically needy.
"I, I still don't know how this happened..." Jane smiled softly, "But I'd really like to see if we can make this work."
There was a brief silence and then all Petra could do was ask in disbelief, "Are you sure?"
"Yes." Jane smiled softly again, before quickly clarifying, "But I expect to be wooed. I'm not the kind of girl who just jumps into bed with someone on the first date, or before it, just because I knew them before."
"Yeah, I know." Petra softly murmured.
"So..." Jane asked cautiously, "Pick me up at seven?"
"It's a date." Petra smiled softly, still not believing this was happening.
"Great." Jane beamed, also still not believing this was happening, but happily kissing Petra again anyway.
*
"Hi, I'm Jane, and I'm... bi? A lesbian? Not straight? Hi I'm Jane, and I'm a not straight. No, that sounds weird. Hi, I'm Jane and I'm a lesbian. Hey? Hey, I'm Jane, and I'm a lesbian?" Jane Villanueva tried out these words in front of a mirror a few dozen times before being interrupted at the end.
"Hi Jane." Xiomara mocked.
"Ma!" Jane whined.
"What? I couldn't resist." Xiomara grinned, "Besides, you're not going to a meeting. You don't have to announce it. You're just-"
"Dating a girl?" Jane offered.
"Date! As in one. As in no big deal, so don't freak out. Okay?" Xiomara advised, "Besides, who hasn't dated a girl once in a while."
"You know, sometimes I think we over share." Jane grumbled.
"Relax, I'm just teasing." Xiomara reassured, "Seriously though, it's one date. And it might only be one."
"But what if it's not?" Jane questioned, "What if it actually works out? Huh? Am I supposed to clarify I'm not gay to anyone who sees me on a date with Petra? People would think I'm weird. Or ashamed. And worse, Petra would think I'm ashamed. So I should get comfortable with the L-word, because people are definitely going to call me that. And it's not totally inaccurate."
"It IS totally inaccurate!" Xiomara protested, "It's just one freaking date. It doesn't mean anything."
"It means something to me." Jane said softly, before pointing out, "How could it not? It's Petra."
"Please don't remind me." Xiomara grumbled, and then when her daughter gave her a look Xiomara held up her hands and protested, "I know, I know... but, seriously Jane, think about everything she's done over the years."
"I have." Jane said flatly, "I know about all the bad, and all the good, and deep down I know Petra is a good person. We've talked about this. Over, and over, and over again. Do we really need to do this again?"
"Yes!" Xiomara insisted, "And then as many times as it takes to make you see reason."
"Can't you just be happy for me?" Jane sighed, "I'm finally moving on from Michael, and I'm happy. Isn't that enough?"
Xiomara hesitated, then softly said, "I just don't want you to get hurt."
"I've been hurt." Jane said softly, "Worse than I could ever imagine. I couldn't imagine feeling that way again, but it could happen. But I don't believe Petra would intentionally do that to me."
"That makes one of us " Xiomara grumbled.
"Which is why you didn't tell me she loved me." Jane said knowingly.
"No, I didn't tell you because it was obvious and everybody knew." Xiomara grumbled.
"Well apparently not." Jane grumbled back, then the doorbell went, and she warned her mother, "Now you be nice."
There was a brief pause and then Xiomara again protested, "Are you sure I just can't give you the number of that nice girl from my dancing class?"
"Bye Ma." Jane said, before opening the door to find Petra in a beautiful white dress, "Wow... I mean, hey."
"Wow, you too. I mean, hey." Petra mumbled almost at the exact same time as she admired Jane's green dress, both girls briefly pausing to smile at each other before the blonde offered, "Shall we?"
"We shall." Jane grinned.
*
To the casual observer the journey to the restaurant was very uneventful, but as a writer Jane knew a little something about seemingly little details which were actually really important. It was why she was so ashamed that it had taken her this long to realise that Petra had feelings for her. Now it seemed like such an obvious oversight, because after all who buys someone a house because of platonic feelings? Anyway, Rafael's heart was always in the right place, but he made the mistake of flaunting his wealth whenever they were together to try and impress her. Petra still did that, but she managed to find the perfect balance.
Instead of a limousine picking them up like Jane had kind of been dreading Petra simply took them in her car. It was still stylish and expensive, but it wasn't too fancy. Which was the same for the restaurant that Petra took them too. In fact she remembered mentioning to Petra that she talked Rafael down to this, which was just a little sign that Petra listened to her. Further proving that Petra opened the car door for her and later pulled out her chair, which was nice. Although understandably things were a little awkward, and they only exchanged small talk until they sat down, at which point Petra obviously second-guessed herself.
"Is this okay?" Petra asked nervously, unable to stop herself from blurting out, "Because you said you liked it, and yeah, Rafael took you here, but it's kind of difficult to take you anywhere remotely nice in Miami without his presence lingering over it. Besides, I've had plenty of business dinners here, so no one will give us a second look."
The last part was said quietly, causing Jane to smile and reassure, "It's perfect."
"Really?" Petra smiled softly.
"Really." Jane confirmed with a smile of her own, before pointing out, "But if we're going to do this, we should probably not talk about Rafael. Or the kids. Or work."
"That's stupid." Petra frowned, quickly clarifying, "He's the father of our children. Of course were going to talk about him, and our kids. Because, well, they're our kids. And my life is that God damn hotel, and yours is writing, and I don't want to be left out of that part of your life, it's so important to you, and Jane, you're an amazing writer."
"I meant tonight." Jane clarified with another smile, cautiously taking Petra's hands in her own, "Yes, we can't escape that stuff, and I wouldn't want too. But tonight I want to focus on you and me. On... on us. Okay?"
"Okay." Petra said softly.
"Okay." Jane parroted, before cautiously asking, "How long have you had feelings for me?"
"Honestly?" Petra began with another soft smile, hesitating so long to continue that Jane gently pushed her.
"That's the only way this is really going to work." Jane pointed out playfully.
Ignoring the soft jab Petra admitted with a sigh, "Honestly I can't remember not having feelings for you?"
Jane frowned, "You mean like, when we met?"
"No." Petra smiled, before reluctantly admitting, "But that feels like so long ago now, it feels like lifetimes instead of years, and even back then I tried to hate you, but couldn't, not really, because you were just so... Jane. I might have even felt something for you then, or during my pregnancy, but definitely after you were the only one there for me during the birth. But you had Michael, so as soon as I even felt a hint of something I buried it deep down inside and just concentrated on trying to be your friend. And then, you were grieving, not dating, and oh yeah, straight, but no matter how hard I tried these feelings just wouldn't go away, and God Jane, the past few years all I've wanted to do is hold you in my arms and tell you everything is going to be okay. And do anything to make sure that it is."
There was a long pause and then Jane mumbled, "Wow."
"You said you wanted honesty." Petra pointed out defensively, already trying to pull away. But Jane wouldn't let her.
"No! No, I did, that was great, I just..." Jane stammered, trying to compose herself while holding onto Petra's hands tightly, "I'm just sorry I didn't realise sooner."
"Would you have been ready for something sooner?" Petra asked dryly, already knowing the answer.
"No." Jane confirmed softly, "I just don't like the thought of you suffering."
"Well..." Petra started, hesitating only briefly before forcing the really vulnerable words out, "I'm here with you now, so it was totally worth it."
"Really?" Jane grinned widely.
"Really." Petra confirmed, then after a brief pause asked, "How about you? Was it really as simple as you heard I had feelings for you?"
"Yes and no." Jane admitted, before clarifying, "I think I had a little crush on you before, but I don't think I would have admitted that, even to myself, until I found out you had feelings for me. Then everything just, clicked. Which was scary, but also really exciting. Like, for the first time since Michael died, I actually started to think about the possibility of a life with someone else. And... well, what it would be like to date you. And, you know..."
As Jane trailed off she was adorably blushing, which Petra just enjoyed for a few long seconds, before softly pushing, "And?"
"And... I'm not opposed to the idea." Jane admitted with the little blush, "The date, and... the other thing."
"Me either". Petra reassured, smiling softly, "Obviously."
"Great." Jane beamed, before double-checking, "But you've never, you know?"
"If were going to do this, you should probably be able to say it." Petra mostly succeeded in sounding playful, although she did mean it.
Jane cursed herself for her hesitates, briefly reminding herself she was an adult, and a writer at that, and therefore should have control of her words, so she forced herself to say as confidently as she could, "You've never been with a woman before?"
"No. Not sexually or romantically." Petra confirmed.
"Me neither." Jane admitted, taking Petra's hands in her own, "But we can work it out together."
Petra smiled, "I'd like that. I'd like that a lot."
*
Two and a half dates later...
Petra Solano had been pining over Jane Gloriana Villanueva for years, each one of those years felt like a lifetime given how crazy their lives were. And now she had Jane Gloriana Villanueva pushing her into her bedroom while passionately kissing her it felt like it was too good to be true. Literally. Petra didn't trusted. Something had to be wrong. And she was pretty sure she knew what it was. But saying it out loud would bring a stop to this wonderful kissing session, and if she allowed it to continue then Petra would possibly receive something she wanted for what felt like forever. But the price for it might be her relationship with Jane, which gave her the strength she needed to break the kiss. It didn't however give her the strength she needed to talk afterwards.
This worried Jane and she asked, "What's wrong?"
Petra swallowed softly and asked, "Are you sure?"
Jane grin, "About what? Us? Yes. You? Yes. This? Yes, yes, yes!"
"But..." Petra protested, "What if it's too soon? What if it's not... good. What if I'm not-"
"Hey, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay." Jane softly cooed soothingly, before adding with a soft chuckle, "You know, I didn't expect you to be the one freaking out. Not that I mind. It's kind of cute. But Petra, we've been over this. I'm ready. I'm sure. If you're not, you've got to tell me. But... if you're just nervous, well, that's natural. And you're the strongest woman I know. You gave birth to twins, kept the Marbella running and raised two beautiful daughters while Rafael was in jail. And you made me stronger. So if anyone can get through nervousness it's you. And I hope you do, because I want this. I want you. I want to be with you. So please-"
Before Jane could finish that sentence Petra kissed her again, even more passionately than before, Jane returning the kiss as the two women almost tripped over each other getting to the bed while still kissing. Petra then tried to lay Jane down only for Jane to turn the tables on her. Not only that but she got on top of Petra and started grinding her body down on top of hers, and sliding her hands over her body, both of which had Petra whimpering pathetically. However, never one to go down without a fight, Petra turned the tables again by rolling them over so she was the one on top, only for Jane to turn them again, beginning a playful fight between them for dominance.
Over and over again they rolled over, only stopping to pull back and stare at each other for a few seconds, sometimes biting their lips in brief hesitation, before pulling an item of clothing off, either from themselves or their partner. When they were both in underwear they both paused, mostly out of nervousness but also because they wanted to savour the moment. Or at least Petra did. They were also a little preoccupied with taking a break from pressing their lips together to kiss each other's necks, which was familiar territory and driving them both crazy. But they couldn't put off going for the much longer, and Petra strongly believed she should be the one to do it. And maybe she was the only one who really wanted too.
Regardless of that, and just how badly Petra wanted to take the final step, there was something that she should probably do first. Something she was terrified to do, and something which might put an end to this. And not just for tonight, but forever. However Petra just couldn't keep these words inside any more. Because she loved Jane Gloriana Villanueva. She was in love with her. And while they hadn't been dating that long she was sure as she could be that Jane would appreciate that confession, and not be freaked out by it. Especially because she had to know by now. All Petra needed to do now was find the courage to say the words, which was easier said than done. Especially when she was being kissed on the neck and lips by the object of her affection.
So it took a while, but Petra finally broke the kiss, looked down at Jane and softly whispered, "I love you."
There was a pause, and then Jane smiled softly, "I love you too."
For a second Petra bit her lip, and then against her better judgement protested with a soft smile of her own, "That's sweet, but don't say it if you don't mean it. It's okay, really, I just wanted to say it."
There was another pause as Jane thought about this for a few long seconds, before insisting, "But I do. I have cared for you deeply for a very long time Petra. Not all of it has been romantic, but it's still been love, which makes what I feel for you now more meaningful. Okay, it's not what I felt for Michael, not yet, but it's getting there. I promise. Can that be enough for now?"
Petra smiled softly and gently cupped Jane's face, "Honestly? I would settle for a lot less from you."
Jane's heart broke at that confession. Petra was one of the strongest women she knew, which was really saying something, and was certainly the scariest when they first met, but ever since she had forced the truth from her about how she really felt about her Petra was constantly letting these little things slip out which let Jane know just how hopelessly in love with her Petra was. Which made sense, because she bottled it up for so long, but it was still extremely heart-breaking. It also made Jane wish she had known Petra was pining over her sooner, although then she probably wouldn't be ready for this, she reminded herself, so things really had worked out.
Then Petra kissed her again, first on the lips, which was way too brief for Jane's liking, then down to her neck where she lingered, making Jane moan with pleasure, and struggling to think of anything other than this wonderful moment. Petra also began gently sliding her hands over her body, mostly just up and down her sides at first, but it wasn't that long before she cautiously cupped one of Jane's boobs. Jane moaned softly, mostly as a natural reaction, but she also avoided the urge to hide it to encourage her lover. Besides, there was no need for modesty, as they had gone to great lengths to make sure they both wouldn't be disturbed for this very important moment in their blossoming relationship.
Which was just as well, because it increasingly felt like it would be incredibly difficult to contain her modesty. Especially when Petra slowly kissed her way down to her boobs, working her way up one and then concentrating on the surrounding flesh teasingly before finally taking a nipple into her mouth and sucking on it gently. Which of course caused Jane to cry out softly and happily, and then again when Petra repeated the process with her other nipple, slowly making her way down from that boob and up the other before finally reaching her target. Petra then went back and forth for several long blissful minutes, eventually adding her tongue, flicking each nipple with it, really driving Jane crazy.
Just as it was becoming too much Petra kissed her way down Jane's stomach, making Jane tremble with anticipation. This was it! The moment she lost her lesbian virginity. Jane had thought about it a lot, and concluded that fingering and particularly oral sex would count as crossing those lines. That's how it was with men, and despite encouragement from her mother Jane had refused to be one of those technical virgins who did everything except penis in vagina. No, she had been the real deal, and this was her first time with this woman she was falling in love with. So this was a big deal, even if she wasn't waiting for marriage this time, but she couldn't help feeling extremely excited, and terrified.
Petra was definitely feeling both those things, especially the latter, she too knew what a big deal this was for Jane, and she just wanted to make it good for her. She wanted that so, so badly. Which was why she tried to give Jane plenty of attention each time before she moved lower. Of course eventually Petra reached her destination, forcing her to take a deep calming breath and just do it. More accurately, close her eyes, leaned forward, stick out her tongue and slide it over Jane Gloriana Villanueva's pussy lips, starting from the bottom and working her way to the top, taking both their lesbian cherries in that one small movement.
Luckily Petra instantly got back positive reinforcement in the form of Jane's pussy tasting just as good as she thought it would, and more importantly Jane crying out in pure pleasure. Okay, maybe Petra cried out too, but Jane's cry was louder, and more or less drowned hers out. That cry, along with the fact that she loved her first taste of pussy, pushed Petra to give Jane's cunt another long slow lick, again going right from the bottom to the top. She then repeated the process over and over again, Petra settling into a steady rhythm of gently licking Jane's pussy, squeezing not just cries, but moans, groans, gasps and whimpers of pure pleasure out of her lover, making Petra giddy with happiness.
Wanting to savour that feeling Petra kept her initial licks slow and gentle, avoiding Jane's clit after that first lick entirely, and even pausing every so often just to enjoy the flavours and sounds she was experiencing. Besides, she guessed that Jane wouldn't want to rush this. No, Jane was all about romance, and she deserved that. So that's exactly what Petra was going to give Jane's pussy. Romance. Oh yes, Petra was going to romance Jane's pussy, slowly licking it until the other woman was literally begging for more. Oh how Petra wanted Jane to begged for her. Then... she would tease her even more, Petra thought with a wicked smile, and only giving it to her when Jane got really bossy, which was more of a turn on than it should be.
Then Petra would get to taste girl cum for the first time in her life. More importantly she would get to taste Jane's cum, and considering Jane's regular pussy cream tasted even better than Petra had imagined the thought of what her cum would taste like practically had Petra quivering with anticipation. It was almost enough to make her rethink her strategy. But no, she would see her original plan through. Mostly because it sounded like it was working, and soon she would have Jane Gloriana Villanueva begging her to make her cum, which would literally be a dream come true for Petra. Perhaps even her favourite dream ever. Especially as it just got more fun the more Jane whimpered with need for her tongue.
Jane had tried to go into this with realistic expectations. After all, while it wasn't quite the same as losing her 'true' virginity it was still a first time. That meant nervousness and awkwardness. Hell, even her first time with Michael hadn't quite been the fairytale she'd always dreamt of, and at the time they had been married and she loved him with all her heart. Sure, she had heard that homosexual sex was supposed to be better, because it was someone with your exact same body and thus knew how to please it, but that had to be a myth. Besides, Petra was no experienced lesbian, and neither was Jane. No, they were both complete novices, dabbling in their bisexuality for the first time. So surely it wouldn't be that great? Right?
Apparently wrong. So wonderfully wrong. Oh God, Jane had never been so happy to be wrong in her entire life, because wow! Just, wow! Okay, it wasn't exactly orgasmic right from the start, but it was incredibly fulfilling to have a long blonde head in between her legs, especially the one that belonged to Petra Solano, a woman who she'd had issues with over the years but now truly cared for, and was even beginning to fall for. Or at least that was the best excuse Jane could come up with for why those initial licks felt so amazing. That, and again the fact that this was another woman going down on her for the first time in her life.
When she got over the initial shock and started thinking coherently Jane theorised that it also had a lot to do with the confidence Petra was showing. Petra was confident most of the time, and even though it had started off as an act it had definitely become part of Petra's personality, and it was the type of confidence that was always sexy. Confidence which Jane didn't see much of, as she was the thing that could make the normally confident Petra Solano grumble, which again was incredibly hot. God, Jane had never been so happy to see the old, scarily confident Petra Solano, and to see that Petra in between her legs was mind blowing.
It also helped that Petra was clearly taking her time, not because she was out of ideas, but because she was obviously teasing Jane, her tongue kissing so close to her clit on every lick, and Petra looking up at her as she did this in a way which seemed so wonderfully challenging. It certainly beat the stories Jane had heard from her Mom about guys doing the bare minimum of this act before wanting to move onto the 'real fun'. Oh yes, Petra seemed more than content with concentrating on just her pleasure, which was a wonderful reminder of just how much this woman truly cared about her. Perhaps even as much as Michael, which was a thought which would have brought Jane to tears in the past, but now it just made her smile with blissful happiness.
Although that blissful happiness didn't last, as Jane felt an increasing need for more. She tried to fight that at first. And why wouldn't she? Things were so great right now, and honestly she had wanted this just as much as Petra for at least the last few months, and she could only imagine how badly Petra wanted this, and waiting would probably just make her eventual climax much more powerful, and Jane just wanted this to last forever. Oh yes, she wanted to have lesbian sex with Petra Solano forever. To have Petra lick her pussy for ever just like this. But she also really, really wanted to cum. Cum for Petra. Cum in Petra's mouth, that thought alone almost doing the job.
So inevitably Jane whimpered, "Please Petra, more! Mmmmmm, give me more. I... I, I need to cum! Oh God Petra, please make me cum! Ohhhhhhhh Goooooooddddddd!"
Given just how much Petra seemed to adore her, and be eager and willing to please her, Jane had figured that was all it would take to get what she wanted. Unfortunately she was wrong again, and this time Jane wasn't so happy about it. In fact she wasn't happy at all. So she continued begging for more, which had to be fulfilling a fantasy for Petra. Both the part of the blonde that loved her, and the part of her that didn't. Assuming it was still in there. Although it had to be given just how much Petra continued teasing her, and the other woman didn't even seem sorry about it. No, if anything Petra seemed to take pleasure in her misery, making Jane whimper and writhe in growing frustration.
"Please Petra, I need to cum." Jane eventually whimpered, before becoming more graphic out of desperation, "Please! I need it! I need to cum! Ohhhhhhh, fuck me and make me cum! Fuck me with your tongue, oooooooh fuck, please Petra, tongue fuck me, oh fuck! Tongue fuck my pussy! Fuck me and make me cum in your mouth! Yesssssss, that's it, lick my clit just like that, mmmmm fuck, oh my God! OH MY GOD! OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH GOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDD YESSSSSSSSS, YESSSSSSSS, YEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS! Oh Petra. Oh God! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKK!"
It was rare for Jane to use such language before she became a mother, but ever since this whole crazy journey truly started Jane had been careful to watch what she said. To throw that little self-imposed rule aside was a little thrilling, and also embarrassing, but totally worth it because Petra quickly rewarded her by an increasing attention to her clit, eventually even taking it into her mouth and sucking on it, which brought Jane so close to cumming she could tasted. Then she could feel something against her entrance. Fingers! Oh God, Petra was teasing her entrance with her fingers, and Jane couldn't speak coherently because of all the intention to her clit.
Thankfully before she had to force herself to be coherent long enough to tell Petra what she wanted one of those fingers was slowly pushed inside of her pussy and then began pumping in and out of it, almost instantly making Jane cum. Petra briefly paused, perhaps giving Jane a chance to get over her climax, or for them both to savour it and the feeling of Petra Solano inside her. She also stopped the clit sucking, presumably for the same reason or reasons. But then Petra began licking, sucking and fingering more passionately, effortlessly giving Jane another orgasm. And then another, and then another, and then another, until Jane could no longer think coherently, let alone speak.
Petra was feeling almost as overwhelmed at feeling Jane cumming on her finger, except she couldn't allow herself to become lost in this. Not now. If she did Jane would come down from her high, and Petra didn't want that. No, the whole point of this was to impress Jane, and she couldn't do that with just one orgasm. She needed to give Jane much more than that. Although Petra didn't allow herself the indulgence of briefly pausing the fingering during Jane's first climax, although that was partly because Jane's pussy was just squeezing down her so tightly. Mostly though it was to allow both of them to savour this precious moment, before she started to try to repeat it.
That turned out to be surprisingly easy. All Petra had to do was speed up the force of the finger fucking while constantly switching between licking and sucking Jane's clit as hard as she could. Just like the websites had told her. Oh yes, Petra's research had been serving her well throughout her first time with a woman, and it was continuing to do so. And there was part of her which felt she should play it safe and continue doing this until Jane begged her to stop. However as wonderful as it was having her finger covered in Jane Gloriana Villanueva's cum Petra really, really wanted to tasted. She had been dreaming about it for years now, and couldn't let what might be her only opportunity to taste it pass her by, even if it was the thing which ultimately cost her this amazing woman.
So against her better judgement Petra suddenly removed her finger, waited until Jane looked down at her and then stuck that finger into her mouth. Unsurprisingly given everything else it was better than Petra had dreamed, and she instantly became ravenous for more, barely taking the time to properly suck that finger clean before tasting liquid heaven right from the source. At first that just included eager licks to collect whatever was left, but soon Petra was wrapping her lips tightly around Jane's entrance and greedily sucking the cum out of the other woman. Then she shoved her tongue into Jane's pussy, partly in search of more cum, but also just hoping to give Jane another orgasm, both to please her lover and selfishly to get more cum.
Again making Jane cum proved very easy in this state, and soon Petra was pulling her tongue out so she could try and swallow at least the majority of the brunette's juices, but there was just so much of it the blonde just couldn't keep up. Also in a surprising move for Jane she reached down, grabbed Petra's hair and pushed her deeper into her cunt, and then started grinding against her face. Which felt wonderful, even if it did mean most of Jane's cum ended up on Petra's face, instead of inside the blonde's belly, were it belonged. Then all of a sudden Jane was pulling her upwards, Petra momentarily worried that she had done something wrong, only to find herself kissing Jane again, and as much as she loved what she was doing it was hard for her to complain about kissing Jane Gloriana Villanueva. Especially when Jane was tasting herself on her lips.
Jane had tasted herself before, specifically after finding out that Petra had feelings for her. While trying to decide what she should do about that Truth Bomb she started thinking about Petra in a romantic setting, and then a sexual one, both of which were thoughts she found appealing and lingered on instead of just dismissing them as fleeting thoughts like with other women. Then she found some time to herself when her son and the rest of her family was asleep to focus on these thoughts while her hands caressed her body and, well, that was when she realised just how into Petra she truly was. Tasting herself was meant to be the final test, although of course Jane obsessed over it for weeks before finally making a move on the other woman.
Those extra weeks had probably been a good thing to make sure she really wanted this. After all Jane didn't want to hurt Petra, or herself, by rushing into anything. Of course now she was at least somewhat regretting that decision as these were easily the best orgasms of her life and suddenly Jane was overwhelmed by a desperate need to return the favour. So after a few long minutes of kissing Petra to regain her strength, and also just because Jane loved kissing, Jane flipped them over so Petra was on her back and she was on top of her. And of course, the kiss was never broken, Jane taking another few long minutes to enjoy it while sliding her hands over Petra's very feminine body. Which was still a little weird for her, but equally very exciting.
Honestly Jane wasn't sure she was quite ready to do what Petra had just done, but she didn't want to admit that and give the other woman the wrong idea. However while she wasn't ready to use her mouth Jane guess that Petra wouldn't mind too much if she just stuck to her fingers instead, something which was proved by a loud cry of pleasure that Petra let out into the kiss when Jane moved her hand in between her legs. Petra then gasped, moaned and even whimpered into the kiss as Jane started gently rubbing her pussy, which in turn had Jane grinning into the kiss, delighted that she got such noises out of a woman she had used to be so afraid of with such a simple touch. Not that there was anything simple about this moment.
All their long and complicated history, all the fighting, and then all the pining, all of it had led up to this night. To this moment. Making it feel like one of Jane's romance novels. Or a telenovela. The point was that Jane wanted to savour this moment, which was why she continued the gentle rubbing longer than was necessary. Which was more than a few seconds, given just how wet Petra's pussy was. Wet for her! Oh God, Petra was so wet for her, a thought which overwhelmed Jane so much that she couldn't think coherently for quite a while, teasing Petra to the point where she was whimpering pathetically under her touch. Then all of a sudden she was inside her. Jane was inside Petra, meaning she was even more overwhelmed.
Petra was also overwhelmed, and very grateful that the only thing she had to do was lay there and whimper pathetically. Especially as moments before the penetration Jane had chosen that moment to finally break the kiss and look down at her, the two women staring into each other's eyes as one pushed a finger into the other. As it was returning the favour from what Petra had just done, and Petra was so unbelievably hot from having finally done that, and from thinking about it for years and then more intensely over the past few weeks, Petra was surprised she didn't cum on the spot as soon as Jane pushed her finger into her. Surprised, but grateful, because it meant this would continue.
The penetration was almost painfully slow, and when Jane was buried up to the knuckle she paused for a few long seconds. Given Jane had been there when she had given birth to twins this was no doubt less about helping Petra to relax, which was the last thing she needed right now, and had more to do with savouring the moment. Petra was grateful for that, as she wanted to savour this feeling, and the look in Jane's eyes. Which was the same reason she was grateful that when Jane finally began pumping her finger in and out of her it was nice and slow. Anything more would have probably made her cum, and again Petra wasn't ready for that. Not yet.
Very soon she wouldn't have a choice, but Petra wanted to be able to resist as long as possible, and Jane wasn't making it easy. Yet somehow it all worked out, because it just meant Petra received the most amount of pleasure throughout the fingering, her favourite part being when Jane cautiously lent down and kissed her softly. In some ways that kiss felt like it lasted only for a few precious seconds, and in other ways it felt like it lasted a glorious eternity. Either way once Jane broke the kiss and pulled back slightly she gave Petra a gentle smile, and then pushed a second finger inside her while rubbing her clit with her thumb, instantly triggering a powerful climax.
For less than a second Petra opened her mouth to complain, as although the need to cum had been becoming painful she would have gladly suffered this kind of pain for the rest of her life if she could have, but any thought of complaint was quickly forgotten as Petra received the most powerful climax of her life. Which was really saying something, because she had always thought Rafael was good at sex, but wow. This was amazing. This was mind blowing. This was Jane taking her lesbian virginity, and vice versa, meaning not only was Jane no longer a virgin, but now they both were ex-lesbian virgins. And through it all, Jane showered her with such love and compassion it was completely overwhelming.
Especially as Jane whispered once she had pulled her fingers out of Petra's pussy, "I love you Petra."
"I love you too Jane." Petra beam tiredly, the two of them embracing as they recovered from the emotionally overwhelming, and physically draining, act of losing their lesbian virginities.
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