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flickerfic · 8 years ago

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Skateboard Sally: PART 3

“I think I like her, Ed,” the blonde groans as she slumps across her friends couch on another Friday evening. It’s been two weeks after the rock pool adventure. Karlie reported feeling ill during their time apart. Taylor found this to be true as she wasn’t seen around the half pipe or in school. She anxiously inquired if Selena’s cuisine had finally failed her but Karlie assured her it was the flu.

The girls had been communicating over the break from one another. Often it was a tag in a funny post on Facebook, usually something school related. Sometimes Karlie would tag Taylor in a cat video after noticing she shared them a lot. Taylor would usually tag Karlie in skateboarding failure clips, along with a somewhat teasing warning of this could be you. New profile pictures or updates were ‘liked’ here and there. This behaviour went on without question from either. Recently Taylor received a text saying a full recovery had come about and that Karlie would like to meet her at the park.

“I saw it coming,” Ed says as he taps away on his laptop. He saves his file and then removes his glasses to look at Taylor more intently. “You’ve been mentioning her non stop since that photo thing you’re doing together.”

“I’ve got it that bad?” Taylor sighs with her hands over her face.

“She wants to meet at the park. Maybe start giving her a few signs and see what happens,” Ed says clasping his hands together on his desk like a school principal.

“I don’t even know if she likes girls, Eddie,” Taylor grumbles. She crosses her arms and stares at the ceiling in despair. “I mean…she’s kind of a guy and hangs with guys, but it’s a dumb move to assume her sexuality based solely on that.”

“Then start hinting that you like her and see what happens,” Ed repeats, more firmly this time. “If she’s not into girls there’s nothing you can do, love. But you can’t waste precious time asking yourself why or what if. You said she texted you today? See what the plan is.”

Taylor digs out her phone and stares at Karlie’s contact. There’s a rain cloud emoji beside her name. She sighs at it and continues to stare blankly. Ed coaxes her on and she selects it. She begins a response.

Hey there! Glad you’re feeling better. What would the plan for the park be?

Her response is almost instant and it nearly gives her a heart attack.

We could meet tomorrow at 10? I was thinking about the lake where all the ducks are…

Taylor notes the better use of grammar in the text. She keeps in mind that Karlie only uses abbreviations when she’s feeling awkward about discussing something. Smiling she texts back.

Sounds good! I’ll be ready… You can bring that skateboard of yours if you like.

Taylor hesitates to add the last part but takes a leap of faith and sends the text. Karlie replies minutes later.

Haha! Thanks. But walking is better for the park. I’ll see you tomorrow then.

Taylor’s heart flutters at the reaction she’s received. Did Karlie imply that she made her laugh? Ed catches Taylor’s blushing smiley face and rolls his eyes. “Is it good news or great news?” he asks amusedly.

“Hush,” Taylor murmurs, still smiling like a goof at the screen as she begins typing. Ed throws his arms up in defeat and stands to check the roast chicken in the oven.

Taylor - Maybe you can show me how some time haha! Karlie - I don’t trust you with a skateboard. At all. Taylor - Oh? And why is that? Karlie - your dumb long legs couldn’t step over one without falling that’s for sure

Taylor takes a moment to realise that Karlie’s once seemingly crude way of speaking is simply a characteristic of hers. She uses it to make herself seem bigger. But she also uses it to make others she trusts feel comfortable. To show that she’s comfortable around them.

Taylor - Your dumb long legs are LONGER than my dumb long legs? Karlie - spazz Taylor - Dumb Long Legs Karlie - touché…

Taylor bursts out laughing and Ed nearly drops her plate of roast chicken. He sighs and places it on the coffee table. “Plate’s hot, be careful,” he says and sets down cutlery wrapped up in a napkin. “What are you laughing like a hyena for?”

“Nothing,” Taylor smiles.

“Right, I totally believe you. What, did she make a dirty joke or something?”

“No, please,” Taylor says shaking her head. “We’re just setting up tomorrow.”

Ed shakes his head. “Your food will get cold, let’s eat.”

~*~

Karlie’s lens is inches away from the pile of sleeping ducklings. She silently snaps a few pictures and Taylor has her hands over her mouth a few feet away. The girls had found a secluded part of the park at the edge of the lake. Karlie was the one that spotted the nest amongst the reeds and flowering rushes. She then carefully tip toes away so as not to disturb the babies. They sit at a park bench.

“Wow, check these out,” Karlie says, letting out a breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding. She slides through the six pictures she’s taken and Taylor smiles in awe.

“They’re so precious!” she squeals excitedly. “Their little fuzzy faces.”

“One shook its head in this one so he’s all blurry except for the other four. Looks like he’s transforming into a ghost or something,” she says with a brief chuckle.

Taylor laughs and nods at Karlie’s observation. “Oh, they are all so cute,” she coos. “Good job!” she grins facing Karlie. Karlie half grins back and they even hold eye contact for a few seconds. It’s the first time Taylor has noticed how striking her gaze is. It’s a mix of a mossy green and hazelnut brown. Karlie is the first to break it and coughs awkwardly.

“You wanna look for more stuff? I bet we’ll find squirrels in the trees,” she says as she stands.

“Bet we will. Let’s go,” Taylor grins.

Sure enough they find a trio of squirrels munching on someone’s spilled McDonald’s fries under a tree. Taylor takes these photos, crouching down a good five or so feet away. The squirrels take no notice of her and feast away on their treat. Karlie grins at the scene. A proper grin too. One she’s not holding back.

“Maybe we can call this one Modern Day Squirrel. Make a statement about today’s society. Reminiscing on the days squirrels used to eat acorns and birdseed.”

Taylor giggles loudly at the comment and nearly startles the bunch. She stands and shows the results to Karlie who’s highly amused by them. “These are gold.”

“A real natural beauty of Earth, huh!” Taylor smirks. “You wanna get lunch?”

“I, uh, had somewhere planned for today actually,” Karlie says with a shy turn away. “You like burgers?”

Karlie takes Taylor to a rustic looking burger bar and café. The sign out front reads Blood Bath. Taylor raises an eyebrow at the name and sees that their company logo is a simplistic pig head outline over a pentagram. “Looks intimidating,” she murmurs.

“You scared, stupid?” Karlie grins as she opens the door for her. They’re seated at a booth for two. The restaurant is a dark colour scheme but well lit. Taylor notes this as a clever interior design feature, always being one to take in the decorative choices of any establishment. Karlie helps her order. “I’d highly recommend the Red Cheddar Roost. That’s a personal favourite of mine. Or if you don’t like a lot of cheese I’d go for the Big Blood Classic.”

“What’s with the blood aspect of this place?” Taylor asks amusedly as she skims over the menu. “I’ll have what you’re having.”

“The blood aspect is kind of just an eye catcher for tourists. But they do do a beautiful rare blue steak burger. It’s their best seller or something.”

Taylor is glad to see that Karlie is getting more talkative with her. She smiles warmly at the girl’s enthusiastic description of the favoured restaurant. They order two Red Cheddar Roosts and Taylor is blown away by how good it is. Karlie is pleased by her reaction and smirks humbly at the sight of her devouring it. They end up spending two hours at the restaurant, ordering a shared dessert of chocolate cake and tea afterwards. Karlie charms Taylor more and more with each her wicked sense of humour, and Taylor is fast melting Karlie’s ice cold heart with her innocence and sweetness.

When Karlie walks her home again they linger at the doorstep.

“Today was pretty successful. We’re practically almost done!” Taylor says proudly. It then dawns on her that…they’re almost done. She gives Karlie a smile and a tilt of her head that encourages her to say something.

“Yeah, I’m… I’m glad we’ll be able to…finish this up soon. I should get going,” she nods and turns to leave.

“Kar– Karlie!” Taylor exclaims nervously. Karlie turns back and looks up at her. “Do you…want to come inside for coffee?”

~*~

Karlie is enthralled by the sight of Taylor’s cats. She muses over their funny little ears and their bushy tails. “I’m not even a cat person but these guys are cool,” she says as she jingles a feathery toy mouse around Olivia’s curious face.

“I’m glad you think they’re cool,” Taylor grins as she sets two coffee cups down in front of the couch. She sits herself beside Karlie. Olivia grabs her toy and pounces off with it, leaving Karlie to shake her head laughing at her playfulness.

“Wish I had time to look after a cat,” Karlie says and takes her mug.

“They’re not too hard to care for. You just gotta feed em and change their litter box. They don’t do a lot,” Taylor giggles.

“She’s doing a lot,” Karlie nods to Olivia who is scampering around the legs of the kitchen table.

“I think she likes to show off around guests. Once you leave she’ll be out cold like her,” Taylor says and nods towards Meredith’s chubby body sprawled out on her cat bed by the window.

Karlie smiles and sips her coffee. Taylor sips hers. It’s a comfortable silence, one that Taylor is glad happened. She enjoys that she can be quiet with Karlie as well as have colourful conversations with her. Karlie is the first to break the silence.

“So what are you tryna be?” she asks casually.

Taylor chuckles, “A writer. I wanna write this great American novel, ya know. Maybe a series. I wanna keep the literary world popular. And you?”

“Nice,” Karlie nods. “Me? It’s stupid.”

“You haven’t even told me,” Taylor teases.

“Well… An artist, I guess.”

“That’s not stupid, Karlie,” Taylor smiles. “I don’t know why you think that’s stupid.” She sets her coffee cup down, showing that she’s ready to listen.

“Ugh, because everyone hates an artist. Oh, could you not find a real job? How does that make money? Are you starving? Depressed? Can you draw me? I hate it sometimes.”

Taylor is intrigued by now Karlie has suddenly opened up to her. She feels as if she’s seeing a completely different side to the person. One that is secret and hidden.

“People like to be nosy. But all you gotta do is smile, nod, and move on doing what you love,” Taylor says. She got this advice from none other than Ed, and hopes that he’s going to be proud once she tells him she has shared his knowledge with someone.

“…Thanks, Taylor,” Karlie murmurs. She then sets down her mug too and stares at the girl. Taylor, once again, is breath taken by the girl’s eyes. And not only their colour, but the way they seem to be staring into her more so than at her.

At first Taylor Taylor thinks it’s the new clock she has hung in the wall when she hears the pounding in her ears. But it soon becomes clear that it’s her heart. She feels her cheeks heat up and she knows she’s full on blushing at Karlie. But Karlie’s expression remains calm as she continues to seamlessly hold their stare.

Am I leaning in or is she? Taylor wonders to herself internally.

Either way, lips brush against lips. And soon enough Taylor is cupping Karlie’s left cheek in one hand. Taylor has not kissed many girls before. The times she has were enjoyable. But this kiss is different. This kiss is slow and thought out. Karlie’s arm is resting on the back of the couch with her hand dangling between them. Taylor’s arm is doing the same and their fingers brush against one another. The bliss ends too quickly.

Karlie pulls away, startled. She catches her breath and stares at Taylor. “Why…Why did we do that,” she pants. The comment rubs Taylor the wrong way and she bites her lip to hold back the tears that are welling up in her eyes.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for us to…” she trails off. She’s shaking her head and babbling apologies but she herself isn’t too sure she understands them.

“I gotta go,” Karlie murmurs and grabs her backpack.

Taylor races to the front door and stands in front of her, digging herself a deeper grave. No, Karlie I– I’m sorry! Please, I didn’t mean to– I don't–"

“Shut up, idiot!” Karlie yells and moves her aside. She clambers down the stairs and doesn’t look back. Not even as Taylor cries for her to come back.

~*~

Selena squeals with glee as she picks out a sea blue party dress from its hanger. She holds it in front of her for Taylor to see and she cups her face with awe.

“Sel, it’s absolutely perfect,” she breathes. “Oh the colour, it’s stunning!”

“Is it five stars?” Selena asks with a wiggle of her eyebrows.

Taylor giggles, “A million stars. Billions! You’re gonna look fantastic tomorrow night.”

“All right, now let’s get you sorted out,” Selena says as she folds the dress over her shoulder.

“Me? I have a dress,” Taylor says.

“You’re prom dress from high school is pretty, Tay. But this is a bigger event. This is five stars on my fucking restaurant big!” the brunette beams.

Taylor chuckles and sighs. “I don’t need a new–”

“Nope, it’s final. We’re finding you a hot dress. You gonna bring a cute date to this thing?” Selena asks as they walk through the store.

Taylor bites her lip. She despises that her mind has automatically gone to Karlie. She had spoken to Selena briefly about the incident last week, and Selena didn’t know what to do. Taylor doesn’t blame her. It’s a peculiar situation.

“I guess not,” she says.

“What abouuut…her?” Selena says.

“She hates me,” Taylor mumbles as she brushes her fingers over some hangers with cream coloured dresses.

“She’s probably just freaked out that you like her back. Most people who are bullies get like that around crushes.”

“So you’re still pretty certain she’s bad for me and yet you encourage me to get to know her better?” Taylor asks. “Twisted, Selena.”

“Do you wanna bring her to the party or not,” Selena chuckles as she scoops out a dress for Taylor to judge.

“I don’t know,” Taylor sighs.

“Well make up your mind soon. We gotta know how much food to make and tables to set out.”

That evening Taylor finds herself pacing her living room floor. She has her phone turned on and set down on her coffee table. Karlie’s contact is open. Their last conversation was about when to meet at the park last week. Karlie hadn’t bothered to reply when Taylor sent an apology and asked to talk about things. Taylor feels the tears beginning to brim over her cheeks again. She places her head in her hands and Olivia slinks over to lovingly rub against her legs as if she knows what’s wrong. Taylor cries softly to herself, muffling her gentle sobs with sweater sleeves. She sinks down into an armchair and let’s her shoulders shake with each breathy cry.

“Do I like her?… Or do I just want her to like me?” she whispers to herself. Taylor usually found herself talking to herself in desperate times. Often it helped. She hopes this time it helps too.

“I like her… I definitely like her and I’m scared of that. But if I keep waiting around like this…asking myself what if…I’ll get nowhere.” Taylor takes a deep shaky breath. She stares longingly at her phone and then slowly reaches for it. She’s not going to text Karlie. She’ll call her.

The phone rings five times before Karlie answers it. Taylor’s about to hang up on the sixth ring but the sound of shuffling on the other end makes her heart stop.

“Hey,” murmurs a voice. Karlie sounds moody. She sounds like Taylor is the last person she wants to speak to right now. With a heavy heart Taylor feels like hanging up. But Karlie surprises her and speaks again. “You gonna say something?”

Taylor tries to bite back the impending sob in her throat but it comes out in her next sentence. “I like you…”

A silence falls over the conversation. It’s ear shattering to Taylor and she fears she’ll break down completely if Karlie doesn’t say anything. Thankfully her wish is granted.

“Is that so?” Karlie asks. Her tone is different now. It’s soft. Almost motherly.

“Yeah,” Taylor says dumbly. She sounds like a whimpering puppy.

“How much?” Karlie asks, whispered.

“I don’t know. A lot I guess,” Taylor sniffs. The conversation sounds like a cliché high school confession. Taylor winces at how raspy her voice is.

“Hmm,” Karlie says, followed by another silence. She continues, “And what are you gonna do about it?”

Taylor isn’t sure if Karlie is being rude or genuinely asking how she’s going to deal with the situation. She assumes the latter. “Selena’s restaurant got its five stars… There’s a party, and…”

“And you want me to come with you?” Karlie finishes.

“Yeah,” Taylor says. “It’s at eight, tomorrow.”

Another silence. There’s the sound of Karlie puffing out air and Taylor wonders if she’s smoking. She hopes she isn’t smoking.

“Okay,” Karlie finally says.

Taylor wonders if she’s heard her right. She coughs and speaks. “Uh, okay… I will see you there.”

“You will,” Karlie murmurs. Her tone has been the same through mostly the whole conversation. Taylor wishes she could keep her cool like that.

“Okay… Bye,” Taylor says shyly.

“Bye, loser,” Karlie murmurs. Taylor can hear a smirk in her voice and it just about blows her lungs up.

~*~

Selena’s five star party is a loud, colourful, music filled celebration. Neon lights grace the ceiling. Silvery balloons float at every corner. People chat happily and eat the finest of food. Taylor stands in a corner with Ed and a few of his friends. They greet Taylor and she hits it off with the group. Despite having people to talk to she still feels isolated. Her stomach has been in knots the entire night and she hasn’t been able to enjoy the food. She continuously smoothes down the deep red cocktail dress Selena helped her choose out. Occasionally she scratches at her arm, a nervous habit. Ed notices her tense behaviour.

“She said she was coming?” he asks her quietly.

“Y-Yeah,” Taylor stammers, taken aback by the question.

“She’s nearly an hour late,” Ed says as he shows her his watch.

“Well, people are still coming in! Not everyone is here yet I’m sure,” Taylor rambles.

Ed gives her a pitiful look. “Tay…I think she stood–”

“Taylor?” calls a husky voice within the crowd.

Taylor’s head spins around to scan the sea of people. Sure enough Karlie is craning her long neck to try and find Taylor. The blonde excuses herself and hurries towards her. The crowd departs for her as she tries to get to Karlie. She grabs her arm and turns her to face her.

Karlie is dressed in a black dress pants and blazer. A crisp white shirt with the top two buttons casually undone rest underneath. The girl wears beige heels, making her even more tantalisingly tall. A smokey brown eye and nude lip grace her sharp features. Her dirty blonde hair has been straightened and tied into a high ponytail, a golden leaf hairpiece decorating the back. She’s stunning.

“Hey there, dork,” Karlie greets.

Taylor wants to cry tears of happiness. “I was worried you weren’t coming.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. I had to drop a friend to hospital. Skateboard accident. Happens a lot,” Karlie smirks. “Just a broken arm.”

Taylor laughs, “You look… You look wonderful.”

“You don’t sound too sure about that,” Karlie says with a playful side eye. A man stops by them and offers a glass of champagne, which they both take gratefully.

“I just haven’t seen you like this before. You brush up well,” Taylor teases as she sips from her glass.

“That’s an honour coming from you. That little red number really suits you,” Karlie says with somewhat of a dark undertone in her cool voice. She brings a finger out to bounce one of Taylor’s soft curls. “Your hair is nice this way.”

Taylor blushes like a shy kid and has to sip her champagne to stop herself from giggling like an idiot. “I like your hair too. It’s nice tied back like that.”

“I just didn’t have time to do anything fancy,” Karlie smiles. “They got anything to eat around here? This being a restaurant party and all?”

“The meal should be starting soon. There’s finger food going around though,” Taylor says.

“I’ll be a good girl and wait,” Karlie smirks.

Eventually they are seated at their tables. Taylor asked for Karlie to be seated at hers and Selena happily allowed the request. Karlie sits across from Taylor and they chat away the night. Karlie is surprisingly very good at talking to strangers at a dinner table. She catches the eye of many the male guests. But she seems to only have eyes for Taylor. By the time desert comes it’s safe to say that everyone is either drunk or tipsy. Taylor falls more on the barely tipsy side but Karlie is laughing loudly at even the unfunniest of dad jokes pulled up by the guys at her table. It isn’t all that noticeable however. Many people are letting their drunk selves be known. After things begin to die down, Taylor suggests she and Karlie get some fresh air on the outdoor balcony. Karlie is sipping water now and sobering herself up. Taylor has her arms wrapped around her as they stare out at the full moon and the still ocean.

“I had fun tonight,” Taylor whispers, the alcohol making her cheeks heat up faster than usual. She’s getting shy again.

“Me too, I had fun,” Karlie grins. “Here’s to the first night of spring break, huh” she says as she raises her glass of lemon water and sips.

Taylor stares up at her adoringly. She’s in love. And she knows she’s in for a whole load of trouble with this woman because of that.

“Karlie?” Taylor whispers.

“Yes, Taylor?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Karlie finishes her water and sets the glass aside. She stares down at Taylor, the moonlight making her eyes seem to glow. Her expression is gentle. She licks her lips and nods slowly. Taylor almost gasps softly before closing the space between them with a kiss. A kiss that is accepted and eagerly returned.

~*~

Taylor discovers that Karlie’s house is only twenty minutes away from her apartment. The estate is a tidy area with small Victorian style houses, grey lampposts at every stop. Karlie was trusting in Taylor to drive them while she directed. They come to house number twenty two and Karlie leads Taylor inside once the car is safely in the garage. Taylor is pushed against the front door with rough kiss as Karlie removes her blazer and tosses it aside. She’s breathing heavily and getting her fingers lost in Karlie’s hair, her ponytail long undone. Taylor is moaning softly with each hard kiss. Karlie suddenly hoists her up and carries her bridal style upstairs. Taylor is sucking on her neck as she does this. She turns the light on with her shoulder and lands Taylor on her bed so she can undress herself. Taylor takes a moment to catch her breath. She sits up on her elbows and looks around.

Karlie’s room is noisy. Her walls are white but there are posters of various bands and icons pinned to it. Her bedsheets are black. The print is a white demon eyed goat head surrounded by a satanic pentagram. Shelves of strange items such as animal skulls and taxidermy butterflies decorate the walls. Taylor is startled by the sudden volume of Karlie’s stereo. She apologises and turns the music down. It’s a heavy metal or rock band playing. Taylor is thankful she has turned it down. When she lays eyes on Karlie again she fears she’ll melt. Karlie’s underwear is matching. She’s in a black lace bra and satin panties. Taylor’s eyes widen on seeing Karlie has abs. Not too prominent. But just enough to make her eyebrows raise with impressment. Karlie kneels down on the bed and helps Taylor out of her dress, before both girls press themselves to one another again. Karlie pulls away suddenly.

“Wait just a sec,” she pants and hops up from the bed to the en suite bathroom. She cones out with a handful of black candles and lights them around the room. Taylor’s heart races as the lights are turned out so that they are left in flickering candle glow. Karlie appears mysterious now, shadowed by the orangey candle light. A small bedside lamp is still on, so she’s clear to see. But the atmosphere is still…romantic. That is apart from the muffled heavy metal music. But Taylor doesn’t mind it.

“I always imagined you as a white lace girl,” Karlie breathes as she snaps one of Taylor’s bra straps, causing Taylor to gulp with excitement.

“Oh, Kar,” is all Taylor can whisper.

Karlie smirks evilly and trails kisses down along Taylor’s neck. Taylor moans softly at Karlie’s hot touch. Karlie moves aside one of Taylor’s bra cups so that she can suck at the nipple. Taylor moans louder now and covers her mouth for fear of stirring the neighbours. Karlie removes her bra completely and tenderly massages at her breasts whilst kissing them passionately. Taylor gets wetter and wetter. She gyrates her hips underneath Karlie, silently asking her to move south. Karlie giggles deeply and begins sliding down Taylor’s body to her panties. She teasingly kisses and sucks her trembling inner thighs, all the while massaging her breasts. Taylor closes her eyes, her mouth hanging open as Karlie does this. Soon enough her panties are tugged down her hips and flutter to the floor.

Karlie licks once over Taylor’s slit and she gasps with excitement. Karlie’s tongue gently teases her outer lips, slowly licking up and down the brief length of her wet core. Soon she flattens her tongue and dips into Taylor’s centre, licking upwards and eventually over her throbbing clit. Taylor shoves her knuckles into her mouth and bites down. She pushes her hips towards Karlie’s face and whimpers her name. Karlie is loving the attention and begins to swirl her tongue around Taylor’s clit. She hums and makes kissing sounds against Taylor’s dripping entrance.

“I wanna try something with you,” Karlie murmurs.

Taylor is starry eyed and panting. She stares down at Karlie, a curious expression on her sweet face. Karlie leans over the bedside and pulls out something. It’s in a paper bag by the sounds of it. And encased in plastic packaging. A few metallic clinking sounds follow. Karlie is then stepping into something. When she positions herself at Taylor’s entrance again, Taylor is surprised to find a sizeable strap-on between the girl’s legs. Her eyes widen with lust as Karlie removes her own bra. Taylor bites her lip, gazing up at her perky breasts.

“I’ll be gentle. I think you’ll like this,” Karlie grins. There’s complete and utter sex in her stare and it’s melting Taylor to a puddle. She helps Karlie guide herself into entrance folds. Once Karlie slides herself in Taylor’s on cloud nine.

“Oh baby, that’s good,” she breathes.

“Mm, I knew you’d like it,” Karlie smirks as she confidently starts to thrust in and out of Taylor’s pussy.

The combined candles, heavy metal, and strap-on together is the closest thing to a sensory overload Taylor has ever experienced. She wants more and more with each of Karlie’s thrusts. Karlie hooks Taylor’s legs over her shoulders, kissing her calves as she pounds her. Taylor is in constant O face mode and nearing her climax. The girth of the strap-ons shaft is perfect. It generously stretches Taylor’s walls, hitting her G-spot seamlessly each time. Karlie is a master of seduction and display.

“Still think I’m an extremely rude individual?” Karlie grins.

Taylor let’s her pound a few more times before fluttering her eyes open. She dazedly blinks up at the woman, darkly shadowed by the candles that make her tan body glow like fire.

“I think you’re the Devil incarnate.”

Her comment was supposed to come off as teasing but it comes out breathy and tender. Karlie’s eyes flash for a split second, seemingly aroused by Taylor’s choked comeback.

“Karlie, I…I’m gonna… Oh gosh, I’m going to…” Taylor babbles feverishly.

“So polite, even on the brink of coming all over me,” Karlie purrs. She speeds up her thrusts and pounds Taylor hard.

Taylor let’s out one final cry and orgasms hard on Karlie’s toy. Karlie coaxes her on whilst continuing to slide in and out of her. “Good girl, come for me. That’s it, Tay.”

“That was…amazing,” Taylor pants, shakily recollecting herself. Karlie removes the strap on and crawls over to her. She rolls Taylor on top of her, kissing her passionately. Taylor drags her hands down the length of Karlie’s lithe body. She finds the girls panties and slips her hand underneath them. Karlie smirks at her and flutters her eyes closed. She moans softly as Taylor slips two fingers into her wet core. Taylor curls her digits against Karlie’s tight walls, pumping slowly. Karlie squeezes Taylor’s hips as she does this. Taylor’s eyes never leave Karlie’s face as she fingers her.

“Baby, that’s so fucking good,” Karlie whispers. She bites her lip and makes approving grunts and moans with each of Taylor’s curls or pumps. “Little faster, babe,” she says.

Taylor obliges and pumps faster, causing Karlie to jolt slightly. She chuckles at her own reflexes and brings her hands to Taylor’s face, pulling her in for a deep kiss. Taylor moans into the kiss and Karlie’s back begins to arch. She tangles her slender fingers into Taylor’s hair and tugs it. “That’s it, Tay. I’m gonna come, keep doing that. Oh I’m gonna fucking come. You’re making me fucking come, Taylor,” Karlie chants breathily. Taylor adores how vocal she is and presses a thumb to her clit, which does the trick.

“Fuck, Taylor! Oh, fuck me!” Karlie moans as she buries her head back into her pillows. Taylor wants to cry at how beautiful she looks in ecstasy. She rubs circles around her clit and a splash of wetness coats her hand. She looks down and smiles wide. Bringing her hand back up she inspects the clear, stringy stickiness between her fingers.

“Look,” Taylor grins, showing Karlie her hand.

“Woah,” Karlie giggles. She blushes hard, “Sorry about that.”

Taylor chuckles and wipes it against the sheets, but not before sucking on her pointer finger and staring straight ahead at Karlie as she does so. Before long Karlie has blown out her candles and opened a window to let cool air in. Taylor is nestled under her sheets. Karlie soon joins her.

“Karlie?” Taylor murmurs sleepily.

“Yes, princess?”

“Are we… What are we?”

Karlie brings her arms out to pull Taylor close to her bare chest. She rests her chin atop her head. Taylor’s arms wrap around Karlie’s waist.

“I’m not so sure,” Karlie whispers. “Is that okay for now?”

Taylor can’t help but feel a tad disappointed. But Karlie’s question strikes a glint of hope in her chest and she smiles warmly. “Yes, that’s okay…for now.”

��Good,” Karlie nods.

Soon they fall asleep in each other’s arms.

~*~

“You guys aren’t even a part of the photography team and you outdid the entire photography team,” chuckles the freckled, red headed art student in disbelief. She congratulates and thanks Taylor and Karlie for their contributions to the yearbook and Mr Tweed let’s them off the hook, warning them to behave from now on.

“I’m kinda sad the project is finished. I had fun taking pictures with you,” Taylor says as she walks alongside Karlie to lunch.

“We can still take pictures together, stupid,” Karlie says with a grin. “That’s sweet though.”

“You’re sweet,” Taylor smiles. Karlie stops to kiss her gently.

“Can you guys get a fucking room,” Selena comments as she passes by.

Taylor rolls her eyes and then stares lovingly up at Karlie. “We should move in together. Unless that’s, like, totally too far too soon. I don’t want you to think I’m some crazy obsessed girlfriend that wants to tie you down and–”

“Hey, zip it,” Karlie chuckles. “I dunno. Maybe one day,” she grins.

Taylor blushes and smiles back. “Yeah, maybe one day.”

“Let’s go eat. I’m starving.”

“Are your friends joining us?” Taylor asks.

“Theeey may or may not be taking their punishments for what I made them do to you in the park.”

Taylor raises an eyebrow. “What kind of punishment?”

Karlie smirks and then gazes ahead. The group of rowdy skateboarders are painting a mural under the guidance of Mr Tweed. “I told him they were bored of skating.”

Taylor laughs out loud. “You made them do that for me? And what’s your punishment?” she grins.

“Getting stuck with you!” Karlie teases. Taylor playfully throws a punch to her arm and she laughs gleefully. “They’ll be busy for a week at least. We’ve got the half pipe clear for me to teach you a few things. That is if you’re willing to wear pads for those accident prone knees and elbows of yours.”

“Just put me in a full body cast right now,” Taylor sighs. Karlie chuckles and kisses her cheek.

“So you’re not game?”

“Oh, I’m game… Skateboard Sally.”

“I said don’t call me that!” Karlie exclaims and proceeds to chase Taylor along the green of the campus. She catches her and Taylor giggles as Karlie presses kisses over her face.

“I’m glad you skinned my knees, Karlie,” Taylor smiles, a fresh blush heating up her cheeks. Karlie laughs softly at the confession. She takes Taylor’s hand and intertwines their fingers.

“Me too.”

#kaylor fanfiction

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7 Tips for Henna, Amla, and Morrocco Method Shampoos

For the past several weeks, I keep getting nudges to write about hair. Some clients have mentioned hair issues, and I’m sitting here with a mud pie of henna on my head, so here goes. Back in June 2009, I wrote a comprehensive post about all things henna, along with lots of information about natural hair care, hair nutrients and general tips for full, shiny hair. I wanted to reblog it, but over eight years later, I have too many updates for the little reblog box. You can read my original post here. In today’s post, I’ll just add additional things I’ve learned about henna and Morrocco Method over the years.

Please note that anything I say about henna refers only to body art quality, pure henna (Lawsonia) from a reputable source. Do be careful when experimenting with henna. Some companies add toxic ingredients to get all sorts of unnatural colors and effects, still calling their products “henna.”

To provide some background, though, yes, I henna my hair. I started back in 2006, because a mehendi artist told me that henna would tame the crazy, wild knots I used to get on the back of my head. Using henna did tame those knots, but it didn’t change my hair color until we moved to Monterey, CA in February 2007. Overnight, my hair turned very red (with no additional henna treatment), and my skin went several shades paler. I can maybe explain the sudden redness due to more salt in the air, but that still doesn’t explain how I got so pale. Surrounded by fresh breezes, gorgeous views, and a only short walk to the farmer’s market, fun shops, Indian buffet, and an Aveda salon, plus weekly massages from my all-time favorite massage therapist and lovely friend, Pamela, I became a full fledged redhead.

I’ve always had quite a bit of red in my hair, but bizarre as it sounds, I have mood hair. The happier I feel about my location, the redder it gets. When I lived in Monterey and Sonoma County, I had very red hair. When I lived in Goshen, Indiana — much less so. Only in the sun. Henna’d hair often looks more brown indoors and redder in direct sunlight. Whenever I vacation or live somewhere that makes my soul sing, my hair goes red inside and out. Living in Kalamazoo, it’s back to red:

OK, onto the things I’ve learned since the 2009 Henna for Hair post:

Henna doesn’t just feel good; it is good. I’ve continued to use henna since 2006, because it tames my knots, eliminates the need for conditioner, and also feels like a magical elixer on my head. I recently learned that pure henna has wound healing, anti-headache, anti-fungal and anti-inflammatory properties. It cuts hair loss, and many people swear by henna as their only cure for psoriasis. For more on henna’s health benefits, please click here.

Grey and white hair can signal other issues. Points 5) and 6) in my previous post discuss nutrition and hair, especially B-vitamins, but I should also mention the importance of minerals in darkening gray or white hair. Genetics, stress, hormones, age, and other factors play key roles, too, but demineralization often shows up as aging hair. Dull, gray/white and brittle hair can sometimes signal a need for more nourishing foods, and/or indicate poor absorption. Dr. Ann Wigmore’s grey hair famously returned to its original color once she started using wheatgrass juice. Taking digestive enzymes, eating more live (raw, fermented) foods and reducing enzyme inhibitors can also help. I recommend Sally Fallon’s book, “Nourishing Traditions” for people concerned about graying hair, tooth decay, chronic fatigue, and/or brittle bones. Likewise, Ramiel Nagel’s book, “Cure Tooth Decay,” includes loads of information about which foods help or hinder mineralization. I don’t personally follow many of the recipes in those books, but the principles can help you receive the most benefits from whatever foods you do eat. A note for vegans: neither book advocates vegan or vegetarian diets, but you can adapt many of the recipes to enrich foods you already eat. Both provide excellent tips staying mineralized.

Keep your application tools simple and sustainable. I’ve used the exact same “for henna only” shower cap for the past eleven years. I used the same gloves for ten of those years until they finally wore out. Those fancy hair dye applicators from beauty supply stores get clogged with the mud pie consistency of henna, but maybe a ketchup bottle would work. I don’t know. I find my hands work best. A wide toothed comb before henna application means fewer knots while rinsing it out. I tried a ponytail method of separating hair for easier rinsing, and it did work well; however, you’re left with lots of ponytail holders to wash and dry. I ended up going back to hand application.

Quality henna makes a big difference. I always buy my henna from reputable health food stores or Morrocco Method. I have to say, the Morrocco Method henna lasts much longer, provides deeper conditioning, and it rinses out far easier than any other brand or bulk henna I’ve tried. I have no financial ties or affiliate connection to Morrocco Method, but in my experience, their henna works way better for my hair.

Amla conditions and tones down red, but it changes hair texture. Henna straightens hair, and adding amla supposedly reduces that effect. For its great conditioning effects and to experiment with browner hair, I tried adding amla to henna earlier this summer. My hair felt soft, but I didn’t recognize myself. My naturally straight hair got really curly in certain spots. Not everywhere. Just some areas. I stopped using amla so I wouldn’t look like a freak. People with naturally wavy or consistently curly hair often swear by amla as a luxurious conditioner. Some people use it with henna so that their curls remain even if they want red highlights. If you have straight hair, amla may or may not work well for you.

If you use switch to Morrocco Method shampoos, definitely get their Volcanic Powder Dry Shampoo. A little goes a long way, and using the dry shampoo makes the “hair detox” period so much easier. I used Morrocco Method shampoos for a couple years and always got compliments on my hair, but I switched back to store bought natural shampoos for about five years. I don’t use toxic products on my hair, yet even so, my recent switch back to Morrocco Method brought the dreaded “hair detox.” I was grateful this occurred during this summer’s hermit phase; however, my hair started curling up and forming dreadlocks on one side. It also felt waxy right after shampooing. Once I started using the dry shampoo, all the detox symptoms cleared up. No more almost-dreadlocks, and as a bonus: extra full, manageable hair. The volcanic shampoo contains a little amla for conditioning, but mixed with everything else, it just makes my moody hair behave. It feels clean, full and healthy. Even with bangs, I can go four days between regular shampoos, as long as I use the dry shampoo. (The photo in this post was three-day old hair with bangs swept to the side.)

Following directions can save you time and money. When I first used the Morrocco Method shampoo system (rotating five elements), I eventually quit due to time and money. It seemed to take so much shampoo to get my hair clean. Although it felt healthy and vibrant, I couldn’t justify going through so many bottles of shampoo. This time around, I read the directions. Doh! These shampoos work much better if you take a small, travel size bottle and squirt a nickle-sized dollop in there, then dilute with water and shake. Apply that mixture to your roots, massage it in and rinse. Repeat if desired. The diluted shampoo method not only works better, but it reduced my shampoo usage to about 1/5 my original use. The dry shampoo further stretches wet shampoo quantities. Not needing to wash as often saves lots of time, water, shampoo, clogged drains, and ends up making hair healthier and fuller, too.

Go with what works for you. Everything in this post comes from my own experience and research. I have weird hair, so what works for me, might not work the best for you. I’ve known Morrocco Method to help clients regain hair after major hair loss or trauma, and their Zen Hair Detox helps remove toxins embedded in the scalp — very useful for people with brain fog. General information often changes with individual application. In a world of toxic hair products, I just felt led to share some options I enjoy. For more information on henna or hair nutrition, please click here.

from Thomas Reed https://laurabruno.wordpress.com/2017/10/19/7-tips-for-henna-amla-and-morrocco-method-shampoos/

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