Just Keep Swimming - Jo

[Jeannette Devereaux]

Jo smiled as Chris brought her a towel - her towel. It had to be, since Jo hadn't brought one herself. "Merci," she said with a smile as she began trying to dry her arms out. She hated being wet because then she couldn't use her powers. When others went swimming at the beach or at a pool, she just laid off to the side and worked on getting a tan, even though she never did. She'd figured out that she had a physical inability to tan. Her body just absorbed heat and broke it down into energy. That's why she always felt so energetic and empowered during the day.

Chris looked so cute, looking down in that shy little way she did. Jo felt a sense of security as she smiled. Smiling was a sign of being comfortable. That was all the redhead could ask for. The more comfortable she could make Chris around her, the more comfortable she could be in return. She moved just a bit closer. Chris was so cute in that pose that she wanted nothing more than to lift her head and kiss her and tell her she didn't need to be so shy, even if that was one of the reasons Jo was so attracted to her.

She couldn't help but chuckle at the question and the look of complete and utter shock on Chris's face. She suspected she wasn't used to being hit on, but she wondered how she hadn't known before. Jo thought she'd been rather obvious. Apparently, she'd need to be even more forward to get her point across. She smiled seductively and held Chris's chin, stroking underneath it with her index finger. "You're so cute. I can't help but be attracted to mousy little girls like you." The room seemed to heat up at least ten degrees, and Jo could feel the rest of her body drying already. "You really light my fire," she whispered. The increase in temperature was becoming more apparent by the second. Jo had yet to harness full control of her powers. When she got a little hot, the area around her tended to as well.

The confounded look on Chris's face was adorable. She was sure the little voice in her head - much as she ignored it - would have chimed in, but it didn't get a chance to. She didn't want to wait any more. Before another thought could pass through her head, she wrapped her free arm around Chris's waist and pulled her close. Jo carelessly let the towel fall from her shoulders as their lips touched, her tongue forcing its way down the other girl's throat. She took her hand from Chris's chin and ran it across her cheek and through her hair, savoring the feeling of her soft, moist skin. Expressing her attraction through words didn't do it justice. She wanted Chris to feel it.

[Christina Dawn Hale]

Chris' eyes lit up at Jo's smile. She bowed slightly at her words of thanks, blushing slightly. She tried not to watch, but her eyes followed the movement of the towel moving over Jo's body. Her modesty sent her eyes darting away when the towel neared Jo's breasts. She chewed her lip and waited silently for Jo to speak, her hands twisting together in front of her. She kept her eyes trained on the floor, but she allowed her eyes to glance up once or twice, trailing up to Jo's face only to look down once more, her cheeks pink.

None of this was logical in Chris' head. A) Chris shouldn't be so startled by another woman's body, it wasn't as if she'd never seen breasts before and 2) Chris shouldn't be reacting as if she had just caught a peek at someone she had a crush on in nothing but their skivvies. It was ridiculous, Chris had just met Jo, hardly enough time for her to form any emotional connection to the gorgeous woman. Did I really just say gorgeous? Her brow furrowed in thought and she frowned at the floor, chewing her lip. It wasn't strange for one woman to notice another woman's attraction. If women could judge each other in unflattering ways then surely they could judge them in flattering ways. So why was the the first time Chris had ever judge another woman in a flattering matter?

Chris blinked as Jo chuckled and she cocked her head, blushing a tad and wondering what she'd done that was so amusing. It was a simple question, not like she had asked “why don't we just bomb Canada?” She chewed her lip and looked at the floor, a bit downtrodden. Feeling a finger under her chin, she jumped slightly, but didn't resist as her face was directed upwards to meet Jo's eyes. She swallowed hard and shivered slightly, even though the room was getting much much warmer. She wanted to chuckle at the pun Jo made, but she was having a hard time swallowing, let alone make noise that wasn't a squeak. Again she shivered, her skin tingling all over.

Chris was vaguely aware of Jo's arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her forward, though her mind knew well enough to utter a small squeak of surprise and bring her arms up in meager defense, which caused them to get pinned between the two women. As she tense up she watched the towel fall from Jo's shoulders and hit the ground silently. But this movement, abnormally slow as it was, pale in comparison to the realization that Jo's lips were pressed to her own. She stood there for a moment, eyes wide an unable to move as Jo's tongue danced along her own. The soft caress of Jo's hand moving from her finger up her cheek broke the trance and she shivered softly in appreciation, her lips softening under Jo's as her body relaxed. By the time Jo reached her hair Chris had melted against Jo's body and soft, muted mews of pleasure filled the room.

Chris wasn't sure why, but her hands now gripped at Jo's shoulders, her fingers flexing slightly as if she were kneading the flesh. Her own tongue caressed the one currently pillaging her mouth, begging for singular attention. Her body arched against the heated one that was dominating her now and her throat vibrated with the purrs that the hand running through her hair had coaxed to life.

She wasn't sure why these things were happening, but she liked them very much.

[Jeannette Devereaux]

Jo didn't want to stop kissing Chris. She wanted to stay pressed against those pale pink lips forever. At least, as close to forever as she could get, until she was blue in the face. Their lips parted only momentarily, for Jo to take a breath, but that one breath was enough to completely restore her passion and vigor. She slid her free hand down the tiny girl's back so both her arms were around her waist. She felt Chris melt into the kiss - into her - and she was ecstatic. Jo's tongue danced with Chris's, wanting to taste it, to taste all of her mouth. She pulled her closer and let her hands fall to cup her buttocks. She squeezed lightly, wanting to savor the feel of her flesh, but she was far from through with that cute little body of hers. Jo had decided, without a shadow of a doubt, that she wanted Chris. She would have her. The fact was, it no longer registered to her that Chris had a choice in the matter. So what if she wasn't attracted to girls? She would be.

Reluctantly, she broke the kiss, though it was obvious she was having second thoughts, as she continually returned for small, soft kisses. It seemed she'd finally made up her mind when she began kissing down Chris's jawline and neck. Her hands had left the girl's rear just after she'd broken the kiss, and one now skimmed over her shoulder, brushing off the strap to her bathing suit, although she made no attempt to remove the top just yet. Her other arm still held her by the waist, just tight enough to keep her from close. Not that Jo feared her running away. Cute as Chris's feeble attempts to fight back were, they were far to weak to break Jo's grip or even convince Jo that she should let her go. There was a lot you could tell about a person from their kiss. How tightly they held you and where when you ravaged their mouth, whether their tongue fought to snake down your throat or begged for attention, even down the sounds they made - whether they were harsh and low or soft and feminine.

Jo swept Chris's feet from under her and pinned her to the floor; roughness aside, she did, however, try to keep her from hitting her head on the floor or banging her injured hip. She'd dropped all pretenses of tact and now wanted to get straight to the point. With the water nearby, she was reminded of Dory's song from Finding Nemo. She repeated to herself in her mind, "Just keep swimming, just keep swimming. Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming..." If "swimming" referred to her sexual advances on Chris, then that was certainly what she intended to do. Jo smiled seductively as she held Chris's hands above her head. "You've never been with a girl, have you?" There was a first time for everything. She could tell by the way she kissed that she was no stranger to intimacy, but with who... Well, it wasn't the time to think about that. It was none of her business anyway.

Letting her hands go, Jo brushed Chris's hair away from her face and cupped it, keeping the girl's focus on her. She'd had enough of her looking down and turning away. She wanted to see her face for more than a few brief moments. She gently brushed Chris's lips with her thumb as she admired the cute kitten before her. "I'll make sure you enjoy it," she whispered before kissing her again, this time without the brutal passion and urgency. Their lips connected gently, Jo's tongue caressing Chris's the way she would a lover.

[Christina Dawn Hale]

Chris whimpered softly, her lips moving against Jo's at the urging of some part of Chris' brain that she was sure had never existed before. When she had been with Nick she had never reacted to him. Kissing him had been an automatic response, robotic in it's origin. Lips + lips = movement. But with Jo she couldn't see how what she had been doing with Nick counted as kissing. The feel of Jo's soft lips on hers was addicting, and though she needed to breath she couldn't stop. When Jo pulled back fear shot through her as her lungs forced her to breath, but in an instant her fear was rectified. She shivered as Jo's hand slid down her back, causing her to arch toward it, mewing softly against Jo's mouth. She groaned softly, raising herself up on her tiptoes as Jo squeezed her ass. Chris didn't even try to analyze this, she didn't want to because she knew she would over think it and it would end. This was the first time, since meeting Nick, that Chris had ever felt like she wasn't trapped in her own body by someone's expectations.

When Jo broke the kiss the shot of fear returned and Chris leaned in, meeting the soft kisses, urging Jo to continue what she had been doing. She whimpered pleadingly as Jo kissed down her jawline and neck, though she arched into it. Her lips parted and quivered anxiously, silent pleas falling from them. She felt Jo's hands leave her ass and she groaned softly, shivering as her strap was brush from her shoulder. The path of Jo's hands had left a trail of tingling numbness in its wake. The loss Jo's hold on her ass was lessened by the fact Chris was still being held tightly around the waist.

Chris half gasped, half yelped in surprise as she suddenly found herself falling. Closing her eyes, she anticipated the impact of the ground, but it never came. She felt her hands being pinned above her head and her eyes shot open in slight fear, but it faded when she looked into the hungry look in Jo's eyes. She shivered and chewed her lip, shaking her head. Part of her was scared, but that fear made her stomach knot deliciously as Jo smiled down at her.

Chris didn't move her hands when Jo released them, but she did look down shyly when she cupped her face, but something about the way Jo held her made her look back up. Her lips quivered at the touch of Jo's thumb and she whimpered softly. The whispered words made Chris moan softly, just as Jo's lips met her again. She waited for the consuming passion, but there was none. The tenderness shock Chris for a moment, but only a moment as her lips and tongue moved against Jo's, her hands slowly working their way around the woman's neck. Chris kissed her hesitantly, unsure of how exactly to react. When passion had been driving her it had all been instinct or remembering how she had responded to Nick's, though then her's had been fake. But this was something completely foreign.

[Jeannette Devereaux]

Chris's little mews and moans were like music to Jo's ears. It was like when you were playing an instrument - you knew you were doing it right when the sound coming from the instrument came together just right and sounded pleasant. Oh, did Chris's moans sound pleasant... She was the musician and Chris's body was her instrument. God, how Jo wanted nothing more than to play her all night, to create a beautiful symphony of her moans and mews and even screams. The way Chris was holding on to her, she didn't think the mousy girl would object. Her mouth begged to be kissed and her legs begged to be spread wide open, but not for just anyone - for her. Jo wanted to tease her, though. She wanted to make her beg. The thought was wickedly entertaining, and it prompted Jo to renew her exploration of Chris's body. One of her hands snaked up the petite girl's stomach and to one of her breasts, fondling it through the material of her bathing suit.

Her other hand found her bikini bottoms, but just as her fingers were about to slip under them, she couldn't help but think about how fast she was moving. That was when she realized: this wasn't her. Well, obviously it was her, but it wasn't her. Yes, she loved to be dominating, occasionally bordering on sadism, but she couldn't remember the last time she'd done this. It simply wasn't her. She didn't just storm her way into the pants of girls she'd just met, no matter how cute they were. There was generally some anticipation, some build up for both parties involved. This time, she'd acted mostly on impulse, without any sort of forethought or consideration for the consequences. ...Okay, so that wasn't much different than usual, but still, it dawned on her that this was Chris's first time with a girl. Sex on impulse usually meant a one-night-stand. She couldn't do that to Chris, not on her first time.

Jo broke the kiss, and though it was her impulse to immediately return to the cutie's lips, she fought it. "Hey," she whispered, "are you really okay with this?" She reluctantly withdrew her hands, but not without copping another quick feel of the girl's chest. For a second, worry flashed on her face as another thought occurred to her. "You ain't a virgin, are you?" Jo sighed and brushed her hair back. "Look, you know what I wanna do to you, right? I just...wanna make sure you're okay with it first." Jo knew firsthand what it was like to think that something was a good idea in the heat of the moment, only to have it come back and bite her in the ass later. She'd never taken that second to think about it, to ask herself "Will I regret this later?" She wanted Chris - she really wanted her - and even though she'd already come this far with her and she really didn't want to turn back, the least she could do was give Chris the chance to think clearly, without the hands groping her or the tongue shoved down her throat.

[R e d]

A startled hiss escaped Chris as she felt Jo's hand on her breast, her hands gripping the other woman all the tighter, eager to keep this going. She craved this feeling that Jo managed to awaken in her, something that Dani enjoyed all too often while Chris was sure she lacked something required to feel it. In a way, she now realized, it was true. She didn't know Jo before this. And the only thing that crossed her mind at that revelation was. God, I needed to meet her sooner.

She muttered some noise that may have been the equivalent to a “yes” as she felt Jo's hands on her bottoms, though she was vaguely aware they were actually there. Her lips moved against Jo's pleadingly, coaxing her fingers on as she felt them pause. She wasn't acting rationally, or like herself rather. She was up, she was sideways, she was every which way but the the way needed for clear thoughts. She didn't care though. She imagined this was the reason why drug addicts continued to shoot up, let the drugs rule their life. Right now she knew only Jo. The way Jo's body felt against hers, the hypnotic feel of her lips, the feeling of delicious panic in the pit of her stomach. One taste and Chris was unable to pull herself away, unable to think of anything but Jo. Like the drug addicts favorite brand of heroine, Jo had the power to rule her life, and at this moment, Chris might just let her.

She gasped softly as Jo's lips pulled away from her own, her eyes opening in confusion, her breath coming out in soft pants. She frowned at the question at first, wondering how okay she needed to be with this, then she looked down her body. Her bathing suit, while still on, wasn't exactly straight anymore. the parts of her skin where Jo's hands had gripped and fondled were splotchy and red, her wet hair was tangled and would no doubt be a problem tomorrow. She bit her lip, the scene reminding her of the many occasions after she had left Nick's house. But the one difference between then and now was enough to keep the panic from rising. She craved Jo, loved the way the woman made her feel, even though it was a little confusing. She blinked at the question, frowning. She wasn't sure. She had been with Nick, usually by force, but that significant pain that separated virgins from non-virgins had made an appearance in her life. But she had never felt the pleasure that was supposed to make the pain worth it. ”I've had sex before.” She mumbled softly, figuring that was truth enough. She blushed and nodded at the second question. She knew exactly what Jo wanted to do, and her body was screaming in protest that it had yet to happen. She inhaled deeply and took a page from Dani's book. “If I wasn't okay with it, I wouldn't be here right now.” She purred, more boldly that she thought she was capable of. She leaned in and pressed her lips against Jo's, tenderly, while her hips pressed against the girl. Her body showing the timidness that her words had concealed.

[Jeannette Devereaux]

Jo was having second thoughts about having second thoughts. Even as she kept her hands off of Chris, she couldn’t keep them from fidgeting. She wanted so badly to use them to touch the cute kitten in front of her, but for the moment, she had to content herself with simply running her fingers over anything but Chris. Jo realized why she lacked forethought. She was a creature of her desire. When she wanted something, she went after it. It was simple, and it made things much more enjoyable for Jo at the moment. When the time came to face the possible consequences of her actions was another story, but this time, she wouldn’t allow herself to advance before first allowing Chris at least a moment of clarity.

Thank god she had. Hearing she wasn’t a virgin, Jo sighed in relief and visibly relaxed a little. At least that wasn’t a problem. Breaking her in as a lesbian, she could do. She was just thankful there was no unexpected barrier to deal with. Jo smiled at both parts of Chris’s answer. She felt a wave of relief flood over her as she realized she didn’t have to hold herself back anymore, but even greater than that was the thought that Chris wasn’t restraining herself anymore either. She could tell she was still a bit reserved, but from what she already knew, that was just part of who she was. Good girls like Chris were often the closet freaks - the ones who liked it the hardest, got off the fastest, and had the kinkiest fetishes. Jo was absolutely willing to oblige in anything they wanted her to do to them, and she certainly did hope Chris was as kinky a kitten as she suspected she would be, but a little tenderness wasn't unwelcomed either.

Jo couldn’t deny that the kiss surprised her, but she didn’t show it in the least. She gently returned Chris’s kiss while she started removing her top. It was hard enough for Jo to stop herself the first time. In the back of her mind, she wondered if - in the event that Chris changed her mind halfway through - she would even care or be able to stop herself. She didn’t think so. Jo broke the kiss as she tossed the top aside. “Touch me, babe,” she murmured, humming the part in-between as she began kissing down Chris’s neck. “Can’t you see that I am not afraid?” She hummed another second or two of the song before stopping at the base of her neck. She trailed halfway back up and bit down – harder than a playful nip, but still far from the force needed to break the skin or leave any sort of serious mark. Jo moaned and ran her hand from Chris’s crotch up to one of her breasts, where she pinched her nipple. “I just wanna eat you up…” The way she closed her mouth over Chris's other nipple said she just might mean it literally. She bit down and sucked almost the way one would to give a hickey, but with much less force. She intended to leave her mark on the girl, of course, but not there, and not quite yet. Jo and Chris were just getting acquainted, and as well as she knew girls of a similar type, just because the pool was open didn't mean Jo was going to dive in headlong without dipping her toes in the water first. Moaning contently, she lifted her head and licked her lips. "Delicious," she said as she pinched the same nipple she'd had in her mouth, this time harder than the last.