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Jamie and Willow dated in 2020 and broke up the same year. They simply weren’t made of each other, yet their friendship thrived. Though the underlying layer of having once been romantic partners fuelled a certain tension in their relationship.
Both had partners after one another but it never seemed to work out, each time the girls were perfect yet there was something missing. So they stayed single.
One thing needs to be noted though, in their 6 months, they never had sex.
Since their breakup, Jamie has had plenty of girls moaning around her fingers, arching their backs of the bed — or whatever surface they managed to get to — when she just so much as entered them. The rough calloused guitar fingers were skilled and knew what to do. She switched to London Gay clubs as she found it awkward constantly seeing her old flings in the bars of Brighton.
Willow however, had no success. She has had one other partner and all the other people she’s had relations, with turned out to be straight girls that just wanted a test drive with a girl. That may have also been a little bit her fault as she threw herself at any girl she met, trying to ignore the deep longing for the musician.
They always joked around about sleeping with each other on and off camera.
One day, the two girls sat comfortably in an empty office. Willow faffed around, attaching new fairy lights and putting up new stills of Ieuan’s shots. Something heavy sat within Willow, an unsettling desire.
“Willow?” Jamie spoke up. Willow froze, Jamie never used her full name. “Hm?” She turned around, staring at Jamie with a certain lust in her eyes, like she wanted to be devoured. Jamies muscles flexed against her shirt, leaving nothing to the imagination. It ignited a certain excitement in her. “Are you alright” she asked, a certain tone of concern lacing her rough voice. “Yea— why?” She asked, “Nothing, just. You look like you’re frustrated” Jamie spoke, hesitant with her words. Willow sighed, was she really about to say this— yes, yes she was, because she’s impulsive and she is exhausted.
“I’ve just been so— Like, you’re running round Brighton fingering every lesbian in a bar while I keep getting the performative straight girls that won’t even let me finger them” she rambled at lightning speed. Jamie sat in the chair, leaning back, listening to Willow complain. “I have never had proper gay sex and I’m almost thirty. Never even orgasmd” she complained, this was definitely tmi but then again nothing was tmi with Jamie. “Do you want me to help you” Jamie blurted out, staring at Willow with wide blown pupils. This took Willow aback. Was she really about to agree to casual sex with her ex gf and best friend? Oh yes she totally was.
“Y— yea? Is that weird?” She became really shy all of a sudden, soft blush tinting her soft cheeks. “Like— here? Now?” Willow added, her head as red as a tomato now. “I mean I thought your flat would be more comfortable but if you prefer the exhibitionistic route of shagging on an office table—” “Yea ok let’s go home” Willow interrupted, grabbing her tote bag and walking straight to the door.
After reaching Willows home the tension had reduced a little bit, yet it still sat heavy between them. “So— eh.” Willow took of her shoes with shaky fingers. “Want a cuppa” Willow sighed, trying to calm her breathing. “Willow, breathe. Don’t stress it. No strings attached, right?” Jamie calmed her, placing her hands on Willows shoulders. She took a big breath “you’re right” “I'm just nervous. I never did anything like— below my panties” she mumbled, the embarrassment catching up to her. “You know you can trust me. Right?” Willow nodded “Now. Do you want to do that now or have some down time at first” Jamie asked. “I think I want it now” she said, barely above a whisper.
The room was all set up, comfortable lighting, many pillows, some snacks and water. Everything to make Willow comfortable. “Are you ready” Jamie asked. Willow nodded. Jamie softly held her hips, not to hard. She carefully guided Willow backwards to the edge of the bed and lowered her on it, treating her with the utmost care like she was expensivep porcelain. “If you ever want to stop just tell me ok” she whispered, forehead pressed against Willows. “Ok” she whispered back, her delicate arms rested around Jamie’s neck.
Jamie carefully lifted her head and attached her lips to Willows. The kiss was filled with every unsaid word and such tenderness. Nothing lustful or filthy, just pure love and care. Jamies hands drew soft circles on Willows waist, edging closer to the waistband of her shorts. Jamie softly interrupted the kiss only edging away a few millimetres “can I” she asked, her fingers holding onto Willows waist. She nodded in response. With that Jamie carefully freed Willow of her shorts and pants, leaving the Geordie in just a tank top.
Jamie pressed her forehead against Willows as she slowly brushed over her clit. She barely put any pressure on it but Willows over sensitivity made her very reactive. Her back arched off the bed at the lightest touch and even after trying to suppress them, soft moans escape her.
“You’re doing so well Will” Jamie whispered, pressing another soft kiss on her lips. Her fingers lazily danced over the clit and occasionally brushed past Willow’s entrance, spreading the wetness that has gathered. Another soft whimper escaped Willow. “Jamie” she moaned, voice breathy. It wasn’t supposed to affect her but the sound of Willow moaning her name, while she was about to be deep in her— it did something to her. However she had to keep her composure.
Jamie picked up the pace and rubbed consistent, tights circles over Willows clit, resulting in her arching her back and gripping the sheets with all her might. “Oh my god- Jamie.” Willow groaned loudly, those poor neighbours. The sensation of Jamie’s rough and calloused fingers against Willows bundle of nerves was something she had never felt, and before she knew it Willow came all over Jamie’s hands. “Oh my god” were the last words to leave her before she collapsed back down onto the mattress.
Jamie reached for the water and apples that sat next to them on the night stand. “How was it, was it ok, was I to rough?” Jamie asked with utmost care “Shut up ya fat headed twat, that was amazing.” Willow protested, eating one of the apples. “Really?” “Your hands are like— they’re a miracle.” Willow praised her, leaving Jamie to blush. Willow leaned over and pressed a soft kiss on Jamie’s lips. “It was amazing. Ok?”
“Do you want to continue or stop here” Jamie asked carefully after a few minutes. “Well what else is there to do” Willow asked. “I could find your g-spot” Jamie said bluntly. This made Willow very flustered, how was she supposed to react to that. “Uh- mhm” she said nodding in response.
Willow found her spot against the pillows once again. “Alright same game as last time, if you want to stop, tell me.” Jamie said, kneeling between Willows spread legs. “ok” she responded, taking a deep breath. Jamie’s hand wandered at first to her clit again, drawing slow circles while her mouth was attached to Willows neck, sucking and biting softly at the sensitive and pale skin. Her fingers danced across the lips and carefully dipped into the very wet entrance, only a little bit though. It still sent shivers up Willows spine.
Slowly she inserted one finger, extracting a wonderful noise from Willow, a sigh and a moan mixed together into a beautiful harmony. The sound sent a shiver down Jamie’s spine and settled on her groin which was getting wetter by the minute. She slowly moved the finger in and out, the stretch made Willow arch off the bed once again. “Oh my god- Jamie your hands- miracles” she cried out. Jamie slowly inserted a second one and started to carefully curl them inside while also moving them in and out.
Jamie sat steady on her knees, kissing along Willow’s thighs while she curled her fingers just right to extract beautiful sounds from the woman. “Oh- Jamie” she cried out, her vision turning white every time Jamie’s rough fingers hit that certain spot inside her. One of Willows hands made its way into Jamie’s long hair, holding it tight and strengthening the grip every time Jamie hits the g-spot. “You’re doing so well” Jamie praised. The praise set something alight in Willow and with another loud moan she came all over Jamie’s face, covering the younger one in her juices.
After a few deep breath Willow opened her eyes again and saw the mess. “Oh my god” “Jamie I’m so sorry” she said, now— she did sound sincere but just could not hold back a little giggle. “Mmh, sweet” Jamie noted, licking her lips. “Jamie” Willow laughed, swatting Jamie’s head. “Ow”, “you make me see stars and then just lick your lips like you accidentally made a mess with cake” she complained, sitting cross legged on the bed. Jamie cleaned the rest of with the sheets and then pulled Willow in for a soft peck. “I think we have some talking to do” Willow whispered, leaning her forehead against Jamie’s. “Maybe” but that was for later, now they just enjoyed each other’s company.