Page 99 of Crashing into Love

Drew ran her hand through Selma’s hair and said, “You are very good in bed. I am like jelly right now, Selma.”

Selma smiled up, as if she’d needed that assurance, and Drew understood why. Drew had been with women before. She had experience that made Selma nervous. But Selma had nothing to be nervous about because Drew had come twice already, and if they didn’t have to wake up early tomorrow to go to work, she’d let Selma do whatever she wanted to her all night long.

“I… I wanted you to feel good.”

“I feel amazing right now,” Drew told her. “And I’d like to feel amazing again and do the same for you, but–”

“We have a competition starting tomorrow?” Selma guessed.

“Come back up here,” Drew requested with a smile, and Selma obliged, sliding back up her body and hovering over Drew. “How about we take a quick shower right now and go to sleep? Tomorrow night, after we get back, we can order room service and do more of this.” She kissed Selma after cupping her cheek. “Then, we can get in the tub I know you want to try.”

“Yes, to all of that.” Selma’s hand clasped Drew’s breast. “I don’t want to stop touching you.”

“You won’t. Take a shower with me. I’ll hold you after that.”

When Selma kissed her, Drew could tell that Selma needed to come again. Her body was buzzing, probably because she’d just made Drew come with her mouth, so when they got to the shower, Drew reached between her legs, finding her wet and swollen. She stroked Selma until she came again and rested back against the wall to catch her breath. Her eyes were glazed over a little, and the smile on her face appeared semi-permanent. Drew kissed her deeply and wished they didn’t have to compete tomorrow because all she wanted was to spend the day in bed with this beautiful woman.

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She wanted to hold Selma’s hand, but they were standing outside the hotel with other boarders, waiting on the van that would take them up the mountain. Right now, they were at work; two professionals who happened to snowboard for a living. So, Drew kept her hands to herself, and when the van appeared, she motioned for Selma to get in first. Once in the back row, Drew looked down when she felt something and saw Selma’s hand on her thigh. Apparently, Selma was having the same problem Drew had. They hadn’t been able to stop touching. In their sleep, if one of them shifted away, the other seemed to wake and find them, and as they’d been getting ready, they found ways to remain connected while they stood at the mirror or sat on the bed, putting on their socks and shoes.

Drew hadn’t been this way with Andy. She had never felt the urge to touch her when she was in work mode. Her headphones would usually be in, or, at least, she’d be quiet and thinking about the course and how she’d play it more than how much she’d wanted to touch her girlfriend. Drew knew that this kind of thinking could be dangerous; she needed to be focused on the race today.

They’d have practice time on the course in the morning, and the first preliminary heats would be in the afternoon. Tomorrow would be the second prelim heats for both the men and the women, and in the afternoon, they’d have the semifinal races before the final the following morning. This was not a Team USA event, so Drew was there representing herself and her own cause of winning the event’s gold medal, which would make her look good to Team USA and give her a good shot of making it on the final roster for the Games, but today was about today. She had to win her preliminary races to move on, and that started with the first round.

When she and Selma got to the mountain, Drew pulled away a bit and Selma understood. This woman always seemed to understand and respect Drew’s rituals, never making it about her but making sure Drew knew that she took no offense to Drew going quiet and focusing.

Selma was up first in a heat of six. As the top-ranked racer, she was at the first gate, and she looked good up there, Drew observed from her spot at the bottom of the course.

“Hey,” Andy said, joining her. “Aren’t you in my heat? Shouldn’t you be heading up?”

“I’m going to watch Selma first and then go up.”

“Yeah?” Andy shifted her gloves from one hand to the other. “How’s that going?”

“It’s great.” Drew smiled shyly.

“Oh. It’s great, huh? Meaning…”

“We’re together, and it’s great, yes.”

“Together? Already?”

“Already? It’s been months.”

“You haven’t been dating for months.”

“No, but we’ve been well on our way there for months, so yes, we’re together. Neither of us wanted to be with anyone else, so it made sense. And it’s only been a couple of weeks officially, but I am very happy.”

“That’s great, Drew. I’m happy for you, then. I’ll see you up there. Maybe we can talk more later or something.”

“Maybe,” she said but doubted it because she planned on spending all her time with Selma this week.

She returned her attention to the course just in time for the race to start. It was easier to watch on the screen until the finish, so she turned and found her girlfriend in first place and well ahead already. She smiled because, of course, she was. Selma was a great boarder. She’d improved so much, even from just three years ago in the Olympics, where their unfortunate run-in had led to them both going out early.

As Drew watched Selma race toward her, though, she knew she could now reframe what had happened back then. Yes, it was unfortunate that she hadn’t walked away with a medal of any color, but that crash, that too-tight turn with a possible wax issue, had led to her meeting Selma officially for the first time. That interaction hadn’t been great, of course, but that crash had led to Drew seeing Selma at the resort and them talking more, and that was how they’d gotten here, where they were right now: together, happy, and trying to figure out how they’ll make it all work. She’d take losing in the Olympics over not having this new thing with Selma any day, and she shook her head, laughing a little at herself because that was not something she would’ve said about any of her previous dates or relationships. She’d put her career over everything else until this moment, when she should be up there with Andy already, getting prepared for her own preliminary heat, instead of watching Selma win this one.

“Nice job there, killer. I think you won by a full hour,” she said when Selma made her way over. Drew pulled her in for a hug. “I want to kiss you, but later.”

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