Chapter 6: Love is in the Air
Maddie looked in her full length mirror, trying on one outfit after another. They were all cute enough, but not quite right. She didn’t want to be too dressy or formal for her first date with Peter, but she didn’t want to look like some slob either. She couldn’t just turn up in her grubby field hockey uniform.
She needed to look good, to feel good about herself. She didn’t want to give Peter the wrong impression. She wanted him to see her as more than just a field hockey player, more than just a jock. She wanted him to see her as a woman, as someone he could be interested in.
But what did she wear? She had a closet full of clothes, but nothing seemed to fit the bill. She wanted something that was cute and casual, but also a little bit sexy. Something that would make Peter’s eyes light up when he saw her.
She tried on a few different outfits, but nothing seemed to work.
She looked at herself in the mirror, frowning at her reflection. She knew she was attractive, but she wanted to look good for Peter. She wanted to make a good impression.
She finally settled on a pair of skinny jeans and a cute, off-the-shoulder top. She paired it with a pair of white sneakers and a denim jacket. She looked at herself in the mirror, turning this way and that, trying to get the perfect angle.
She thought she looked cute, but she still wasn’t sure. She wanted to ask someone's opinion, but she didn't want to bother anyone. She didn't want to seem like she was desperate or anything. Maybe she could FaceTime one of her teammates and ask their opinion. Becky had been so caring with her by the tree earlier. Maybe she could ask Becky’s advice. Becky always dressed kind of androgynously herself, not the style Maddie was going for, but she was a good friend who’d probably give her helpful feedback.
Maddie picked up her phone and dialed Becky's number.
"Hey Becks, it's me," Maddie said when Becky answered.
"Hey Maddie, what's up?" Becky replied, her voice warm and friendly.
"I'm trying to figure out what to wear for my date with Peter tonight. I want to look good, but not like I'm trying too hard, you know?" Maddie explained, her voice filled with a mix of uncertainty and nervousness.
"Oh, fun! I'm glad you're finally going out with him. He's such a sweet guy," Becky said, her voice filled with genuine enthusiasm.
"Yeah, he is. But I don't know what to wear.
I've tried on like a million outfits and nothing feels right," Maddie said, her voice filled with frustration.
"Oh, I see. Well, let me see what you've got on," Becky replied, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and helpfulness.
Maddie held her phone up to the mirror, showing Becky her current outfit. "This is what I've got on now. Do you think it's too much?" Maddie asked, her voice filled with a hint of self-doubt.
Becky looked at the screen, her eyes scanning Maddie's outfit. "Hmm, let me see.
Okay, I like the jeans and the sneakers, but the top might be a bit too casual for a date. Have you tried something with a little more...flair?" Becky suggested, her voice filled with a mix of thoughtfulness and encouragement.
Maddie nodded, even though Becky couldn't see her. "Yeah, I've tried a few different tops, but nothing seems to work. I don't want to look like I'm trying too hard, you know? I want to look like me, but...better," Maddie said, her voice filled with a mix of self-deprecation and determination.
Becky laughed softly, her voice warm and reassuring.
"Maddie, you're already better than you think. You're smart, funny, and kind. Any guy would be lucky to have you. What you have on is fine. Peter will go wild for you. He probably can’t believe his luck that you agreed to go out,” Becky said encouragingly.
“You’re amazing, Maddie. You don’t need to change anything about yourself to impress him. Just be yourself.”
Maddie sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. “I know, I know. But I want to make a good impression. I want him to see me as more than just a field hockey player.”
Becky chuckled softly. “Maddie, he’s already seen you naked from head to toe. He studied your body like it was the Periodic Table of Elements. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t look at you like some jock,” Becky said, reminding Maddie of her unusual unclothed encounter with Peter earlier in the day. Maddie blushed at the thought of it.
She had been so embarrassed, but Peter had been so kind and respectful. He had made her feel comfortable and seen, not just as a jock, but as a person. She knew that was what she wanted, what she needed. She didn't want to be just another athlete to him. She wanted to be Maddie, the girl with the curly dark hair and the gentle smile.
"Okay, okay, you're right. I'll just be myself," Maddie said, her voice filled with a mix of determination and relief. "Thanks, Becky. You're the best."
Becky laughed softly. "Anytime, Maddie. That's what best friends are for. Now go have fun on your date,” she said warmly. “What about you? Did you and Delaney talk yet?” Maddie asked. “Talk about what?” Becky asked, feigning ignorance. “About what Ashley said. About you having the hots for Delaney or whatever,” Maddie clarified. She didn’t want to pry, but she cared deeply about both Becky and Delaney.
Becky sighed, a soft sound that carried through the phone. "I don't know, Maddie. I mean, I…it’s fine,” Becky said, desperately trying to keep her private life private. Besides, she didn’t know quite what to make of the Delaney situation herself. She had made it pretty embarrassingly clear that she liked Delaney as more than a friend. Delaney didn’t indicate that she felt the same way, but she didn’t exactly shut Becky down either. It was so ambiguous.
Becky politely wrapped up the call, wishing Maddie well on her date with Peter. She decided to take a shower. Beyond the need to wash off the sweat and grime from hours of field hockey practice, Becky wanted some time alone to think and process the day’s events. So many things had happened—the punishment from Coach Thomas, her confession to Delaney, the revelation that Ashley and Jake were hitting it off. It was all a bit much, and she needed some solitude to sort through her feelings.
She stepped under the hot water, letting it cascade over her, and closed her eyes. She couldn’t help but replay the moment in the apartment when she had told Delaney how she felt. Delaney’s reaction had been so mixed—surprise, discomfort, and something else Becky couldn’t quite pinpoint. It wasn’t rejection, exactly, but it wasn’t acceptance either.
The punishment from Coach Thomas had been so extreme, on any other day it would be the only thing on her mind. Becky’s flawless performance in the strip field hockey triumph over Jake was pretty memorable in its own right. But all that kept rattling around her mind as the water cascaded over her was Delaney. Had she ruined everything by admitting her feelings for Delaney? Would it be too awkward for them to live together now? Sure, Delaney had been very accepting and didn’t even dismiss the possibility of exploring the attraction, but she was probably just being polite. Delaney was straight. She said it herself — she’d never been with a woman. It was just an impossible situation, Becky thought to herself with a resigned sigh.
She couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret for her impulsive confession. She had wanted to be honest with Delaney, to share her feelings and see where things might go. But now, she wasn’t so sure. She had seen the look in Delaney’s eyes when she had confessed—it was a mix of surprise, discomfort, and something else that Becky couldn’t quite place.
It was all still weighing heavily on Becky when she heard something. It sounded like the bathroom door opening, but that didn’t make sense. Delaney would have heard the shower running and known not to barge in. Becky decided to ignore it and continue scrubbing up. But then she heard another sound. Was somebody else in the bathroom? The shower door was too foggy to be sure, but Becky could swear she heard a rustling.
She turned off the water and quickly grabbed a towel, wrapping it around herself. She peeked through the glass door, her heart pounding in her chest. There was a figure standing by the sink, but it was too dark to make out any features. Becky squinted, trying to get a better look. The figure approached. Becky felt her heart in her throat. Was it an intruder? Had they done something to Delaney and come in looking for a second victim?
Becky's mind raced with terrifying possibilities. She clutched her towel tighter, ready to defend herself if necessary.
The door swung open. Becky grabbed a shampoo bottle and held it up as if it was a can of mace.
"Who's there?" she demanded, trying to sound braver than she felt.
The figure stepped closer, and Becky could finally make out some features. It was Delaney. Becky let out a sigh of relief and lowered the shampoo bottle.
"Delaney, you scared me! What are you doing in here?" Becky asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
Delaney looked at Becky, her eyes filled with a mix of uncertainty and determination. "I...I wanted to talk to you," she said softly.
Becky raised an eyebrow. "Talk to me? Now? While I'm in the shower?" she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.
Delaney blushed. “I couldn’t wait any longer,” she said. As the steam cleared, she saw that Delaney was naked. Totally nude from head to toe, her curvaceous body on full display.
Becky's eyes widened in surprise, and she couldn't help but let out a soft gasp. "Delaney, what are you doing?"
Delaney took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving Becky's. "I wanted to show you that I'm not just your roommate. I'm more than that," she said, her voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and determination.
Becky's heart pounded in her chest as she took in Delaney's naked form. She had seen Delaney naked plenty of times, as recently as this afternoon at practice. But this was different. The way Delaney was looking at her was so very different.
It was intense, almost...hungry. Becky felt a shiver run down her spine, and she suddenly became very aware of her own state of undress. She clutched her towel tighter, feeling a flush of heat spread across her chest and up her neck.
"Delaney, I...I don't know what to say," Becky stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Delaney took a step closer, her eyes never leaving Becky's. "I keep thinking about what you said," she said, her voice filled with a quiet intensity. "We can make this work. We can at least try,” Delaney said. Becky continued clutching her towel. She couldn’t believe what was happening. “But..but…you’re straight. Don’t play with my feelings if you don’t mean it,” Becky said, protecting her heart the way she’d tried to protect herself when she thought Delaney was an intruder.
She couldn’t just let Delaney toy with her emotions like this.
Delaney looked taken aback. “I’m not playing with your feelings, Becky. I’m trying to be honest with you,” she said, her voice filled with a mix of sincerity and frustration. “I’m not straight. I mean, I’ve never been with a woman before, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be interested in one. I’m interested in you.”
Becky looked at Delaney, her eyes searching Delaney’s face for any sign of insincerity. But all she saw was sincerity and vulnerability. She took a deep breath, trying to process what Delaney was saying. “You.. uh.. you were in such a hurry to tell me that you had to join me in the shower? And you just took your clothes off so they wouldn’t get wet?” Becky asked.
She couldn't help but feel a mix of confusion and excitement bubbling up inside her. She had never expected Delaney to be interested in her like this. She had always seen Delaney as straight, as someone who was only interested in men. But now, Delaney was standing in front of her, naked and vulnerable, saying that she was interested in Becky.
Delaney blushed even deeper at Becky's words. "I...I didn't plan this," she stammered. "I just...I wanted to talk to you, and I couldn't wait any longer. I saw you come in here, and I just...I followed you." Delaney's voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes darting nervously between Becky's face and the towel clutched tightly around her. "I wanted to show you that I'm serious. That I'm not just saying these things because...because I'm horny or something."
Becky let out a small laugh, some of the tension leaving her shoulders. "Well, you've certainly got my attention," she said, her voice steadying. She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving Delaney's. "But Delaney, I need to know that this is real. That you're not just experimenting or...or trying to prove something to yourself."
Delaney shook her head vehemently. “I have nothing to hide. I’m being raw and vulnerable and naked. Literally,” Delaney said.
“I'm not doing this because I'm curious or because I think it's something I should try. I'm doing this because I genuinely feel something for you, Becky. And I want to explore that."
Becky looked at Delaney, her eyes searching Delaney’s face for any sign of insincerity. “You’re sure about this?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Delaney nodded, her eyes never leaving Becky's. “I’m sure,” she said, her voice filled with a quiet intensity. “I keep thinking about this. I want to give it a shot. I want us to trust each other and see where this could go,” Delaney said, her voice oozing sincerity.
Becky felt her heart flutter at the words. She had never seen this side of Delaney before, so open and vulnerable. It was a far cry from the tough, no-nonsense athlete she knew on the field.
Becky took a deep breath, her mind racing with thoughts and feelings. She wanted to believe Delaney, to trust that this was real and not just some fleeting curiosity. She looked into Delaney's eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation. But all she saw was a deep, unwavering sincerity.
"I...I want that too," Becky said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I need to know that you're sure about this.
That you're not just saying this because you feel like you owe me something or because you think it's the right thing to do," Becky said, her voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and caution.
Delaney shook her head, her eyes never leaving Becky's. "I'm sure, Becky. I've never felt this way about anyone before. I can't explain it, but I just...I just feel this connection with you. It's like I can't stop thinking about you, about us. I want to explore this, to see where it goes."
Becky took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She was the one who had experience with lesbianism. She should be the one to make the first move. But she was so afraid, so unsure that Delaney meant what she was saying. She needed Delaney to take the initiative.
To show her that this wasn’t just a fleeting moment of weakness or curiosity. She needed Delaney to prove that she was serious about this. That she wanted this as much as Becky did. "I understand your caution, Becky. I do. But I want you to know that I'm not doing this because I feel like I owe you something. I'm not doing this because I think it's the right thing to do. I'm doing this because I genuinely feel something for you.
Becky's heart pounded in her chest as she looked into Delaney's eyes. “Kiss me, you idiot. Kiss me right here in the shower,” Becky thought to herself. Her eyes practically pleaded with Delaney to make a move.
Delaney, sensing Becky's unspoken request, took a step closer. She reached out, her hand trembling slightly as she cupped Becky's cheek. Becky leaned into the touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment.
Delaney's thumb brushed against Becky's cheekbone, her touch soft and gentle. Becky opened her eyes, looking into Delaney's bright blue ones. She saw the vulnerability there, the uncertainty. It mirrored her own feelings.
"Becky," Delaney whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the water dripping from the showerhead. "I...I want to kiss you."
Becky's heart skipped a beat. She had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity.
Delaney's touch was electric, sending shivers down her spine. Becky's breath hitched as Delaney leaned in, her eyes locked onto Becky's. The anticipation was palpable, the air thick with tension. Becky's heart pounded in her chest, her pulse racing as she felt Delaney's breath on her lips. She could feel the heat radiating from Delaney's body, could see the desire in her eyes. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't resist the pull.
Delaney's lips brushed against hers, a soft, tentative kiss that sent a jolt of electricity through Becky's body. It was a question, a test to see if Becky was ready.
Delaney's lips were soft and warm, and Becky could feel the slight tremble in them as they brushed against her own. It was a gentle kiss, a question mark on Delaney's part, asking if Becky was sure about this. Becky's heart raced as she considered Delaney's question. She was sure, more sure than she had ever been about anything in her life. She wanted this, wanted Delaney. She wanted to explore this connection between them, to see where it would lead.
Becky's hands found their way to Delaney's waist, her fingers tracing the curve of her hips. She could feel the heat of Delaney's body through the towel, and it sent a shiver down her spine.
She leaned into the kiss, her lips pressing more firmly against Delaney's. It was an answer, a yes, a please don't stop. Delaney's hands found their way to Becky's hair, her fingers tangling in the wet strands as she deepened the kiss. It was a hungry, passionate kiss, filled with all the pent-up desire and longing that had been building between them for weeks.
Becky's hands explored Delaney's body, tracing the lines of her muscles, the curve of her hips, the softness of her skin. Delaney's breath hitched as Becky's fingers brushed against her heavy breasts, her nipples hardening at the touch.
The sensation was electric, a jolt of pleasure that sent a wave of heat through her body. She moaned softly into the kiss, her hands roaming over Becky's back, feeling the muscles tense and relax beneath her touch.
Becky's hands continued their exploration, her fingers tracing the curve of Delaney's ass, gripping it gently as she pulled her closer. Delaney could feel the heat of Becky's body through the towel, could feel the desire that matched her own. She broke the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps as she looked into Becky's eyes.
"Becky," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "I want you.
I want this," Becky whispered back, her voice barely audible over the sound of the water dripping from the showerhead. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her body aching with desire. She had never felt this way before, never felt this kind of connection with anyone. It was overwhelming, but in the best possible way.
Delaney's eyes darkened at Becky's words, and she leaned in to kiss her again. This time, there was no hesitation, no tentativeness. It was a kiss filled with hunger and passion, a kiss that spoke of all the pent-up desire that had been building between them. A kiss powerful enough to alleviate Becky’s fears, at least for the moment.
Becky took a step back, toward the shower wall. At first Delaney thought Becky was pulling away, having second thoughts. But it wasn’t that. It wasn’t that at all. Becky was going to drop the towel.
She was going to let Delaney see her, all of her. She wanted Delaney to see her, to touch her, to feel her. She wanted to feel Delaney's touch, to feel her hands on her body, to feel her lips on hers.
Delaney watched as Becky took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving Delaney's. She could see the determination in Becky's eyes, the desire. She could feel her own heart pounding in her chest, her body aching with desire. She wanted this, wanted Becky.
Becky took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for the knot of her towel.
She could feel Delaney's eyes on her, watching her every move. It was both exhilarating and terrifying. She had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed. But she also felt a sense of power, of control. She was the one initiating this, making the first move. She was the one taking the risk.
Delaney's breath hitched as Becky slowly untied the towel, letting it drop to the floor with a soft thud. She stood there, naked and exposed, her body on full display. She could feel the heat of Delaney's gaze, could see the desire in her eyes. It was empowering, intoxicating. Delaney had seen Becky’s lean, athletic body before. But this was different. This was an invitation.
Delaney's eyes widened as she took in Becky's naked form, her body glistening with water droplets. Her heart pounded in her chest as she realized what Becky was offering. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. She had never been with a woman before, but she knew what she wanted. She wanted Becky.
Delaney stepped closer, her eyes never leaving Becky's.
She reached out, her hand trembling slightly as she cupped Becky's breast. Becky gasped at the touch, her nipple hardening instantly. Delaney's thumb brushed against it, sending a jolt of pleasure through Becky's body.
"Fuck, Delaney," Becky moaned, her head tilting back slightly. "That feels so good."
Delaney leaned in, her lips finding Becky's neck. She kissed and sucked, her teeth grazing against Becky's skin. Becky's hands found their way to Delaney's hair, her fingers tangling in the wet strands as she held Delaney close.
"More," Becky panted, her body aching with desire.
"I want more."
Delaney's hands roamed over Becky's body, exploring every curve and contour. She could feel Becky's heart pounding against her chest, could feel the heat radiating from her body. She wanted to touch her, to taste her, to feel her.
Becky's hands found their way to Delaney's voluptuous ass, gripping it tightly as she pulled her closer. Delaney could feel Becky's wetness against her thigh, could feel the heat of her desire. She wanted to feel it, to taste it.
Delaney's fingers found their way to Becky's pussy, but she hesitated for a moment. She hadn’t been with a woman before. She hoped she was doing this right.
She wanted to make Becky feel good, to show her that she was serious about this. She wanted Becky to know that she wasn't just experimenting, that she genuinely wanted her. She took a deep breath and let her fingers explore Becky's wetness. Becky moaned softly, her hips bucking slightly as Delaney's fingers found her clit.
"Fuck, Delaney," Becky panted, her head tilting back slightly.
Delaney's confidence grew with Becky's encouragement. She began to move her fingers in a steady rhythm, circling Becky's clit and then dipping inside her. Becky's moans grew louder, her body writhing with pleasure.
Delaney could feel the heat of her desire, the wetness of her arousal. She wanted to taste her, to feel her come undone beneath her touch. She leaned in, her lips finding Becky's neck, her teeth grazing against her skin. Becky's hands roamed over Delaney's thicc body, her fingers tracing the lines of her muscles, the curve of her hips, the softness of her skin. "That feels so good. Don't stop."
Delaney's fingers continued their dance, her thumb circling Becky's clit while her other fingers dipped inside her.
"Fuck, Delaney," Becky moaned, her hips bucking against Delaney's hand. "I'm so close."
Delaney could feel the tension building in Becky's body, could feel her muscles tightening as she neared the edge. She wanted to push her over, to make her come undone. She leaned in, her lips finding Becky's nipple, sucking and teasing it with her tongue.
"Oh god, yes," Becky cried out, her hands gripping Delaney's hair tightly. "Don't stop, Delaney. Please don't stop."
Delaney took the encouragement. She continued working Becky’s pussy with her hand while worshipping Becky’s breast with her mouth.
Becky was panting heavily, her body writhing in pleasure. Delaney could feel the heat of Becky’s desire, the wetness of her arousal. She leaned in, her lips finding Becky’s neck, her teeth grazing against her skin. Becky’s hands roamed over Delaney’s body, her fingers tracing the lines of her muscles, the curve of her hips, the softness of her skin. “That feels so good. Don’t stop,” Becky moaned, her head tilting back slightly.
Delaney’s fingers continued their dance, her thumb circling Becky’s clit while her other fingers dipped inside her.
Becky’s moans grew louder, her body writhing with pleasure.
Delaney’s fingers moved faster, her thumb pressing harder against Becky’s clit. Becky’s hips bucked against Delaney’s hand, her body trembling with pleasure.
Delaney could feel the tension building in Becky’s body, could feel her muscles tightening as she neared the edge. She leaned in, her lips finding Becky’s nipple, sucking and teasing it with her tongue.
"Oh god, yes," Becky cried out, her hands gripping Delaney’s hair tightly. "Don’t stop, Delaney. Please don’t stop." She could feel the heat of Becky’s desire, the wetness of her arousal.
Becky's hips ground against her hand, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Delaney's fingers moved faster, her thumb pressing harder against Becky's clit.
"Fuck, Delaney," Becky moaned, her voice hoarse with desperation. "Don't stop. Please don't fucking stop."
Delaney was consumed by the sensation of Becky's body against hers, the feel of her skin, the taste of her. She wanted more of her, all of her. She wanted Becky to come undone beneath her touch. She wanted to feel Becky's orgasm ripple through her body.
She positioned herself between Becky's legs, spreading her thighs wider to give herself better access. She looked down at Becky's pussy, glistening and swollen with need. She couldn't wait any longer. She needed to taste her.
Delaney leaned in, her tongue finding Becky's clit. She licked and sucked, her tongue circling the sensitive flesh. Becky moaned loudly, her hips bucking against Delaney's face.
"Fuck, Delaney," she panted. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” Becky squealed.
"Yes, oh fuck, yes!" Delaney's tongue danced over Becky's clit, circling it, flicking it, never stopping. Becky's hips bucked, her hands fisting Delaney's hair, holding her in place. Delaney sucked hard, her tongue swirling, her lips creating a tight seal around Becky's most sensitive spot.
"Fuck, Delaney, right there," Becky cried out, her legs trembling. She could feel the pressure building, her orgasm so close she could almost taste it. Delaney's hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as she devoured her.
She knew what she was doing, even if she had never done it before. She could feel Becky’s body responding to her touch, her taste, her scent. She could feel the heat radiating from Becky’s pussy, could feel the wetness against her tongue. She wanted more of it, wanted to drink it all in.
She licked and sucked harder, her tongue flicking against Becky’s clit in a steady rhythm. Becky’s hips bucked against her face, her moans filling the small bathroom.
Delaney's tongue was relentless, her lips working Becky's clit with a skill she didn't know she had. She loved the taste of her, the feel of her against her tongue. She could feel Becky's arousal, could taste her desire. It was intoxicating, and she wanted more.
Becky's moans grew louder, her body trembling with pleasure. Delaney's hands gripped her hips tighter, holding her in place as she continued to lick and suck. She could feel Becky's orgasm building, could feel the tension in her body as she neared the edge.
And then, suddenly, Becky was there. Her body tensed, her hips bucked, and she cried out, "Fuck, Delaney! I'm coming!" Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Delaney didn't stop, her tongue continuing to flick Becky's clit as her body rode out the waves. Becky's hands fisted Delaney's hair, holding her in place as she came undone beneath her touch. It was the most intense orgasm Becky had ever had, her body shaking with the force of it.
Delaney kept her tongue firmly on Becky's clit, feeling the pulses of Becky's release against her mouth. Becky's hands gripped Delaney's hair tighter, as if she was afraid to let go, as if the pleasure might pull her into some other realm. Her hips bucked against Delaney's face, her body convulsing with each wave of ecstasy. Delaney gasped as Becky's release intensified, her body tensing and then relaxing in rhythm with her pleasure. Suddenly, Becky's hips jerked violently and she cried out, "Fuck, Delaney! Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body tensing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.