Experience

Having Beth Greene's firm young thigh wrapped around her waist wasn't how Carol Peletier had envisioned ending the night shift but that's what was happening.

Carol had been surprised to see Beth turn up an hour early to relieve her. It was, after all, her birthday. She could have skipped watch completely and let someone else take over but Beth took her responsibilities seriously, which was something Carol appreciated about the young woman.

"Thought you might like something sweet," Beth said. She held up a bowl filled with fresh fruits. Daryl and his team had found a garden gone wild and brought in a haul.

"Is that pineapple?"

Beth nodded. "It's canned, though. The rest of it's fresh."

So they'd sat there, in the guard tower in the early evening of a sweltering spring day, watching the comings and goings of their people and eating the fruit salad from Beth's party. Nobody left the grounds. Runs were rare now that they had food from Rick's crops. They got to stay inside and enjoy the safety of their fences.

"Did you have a good 18th?"

"It was nice, yeah. I can vote now, and buy cigarettes and Daddy and Maggie can't tell me who I can date."

Carol got a good chuckle out of that, along with Beth, until the reality of what she'd pointed out settled in. Those milestones didn't mean anything in a lawless world. There were no elections in which to vote, no stores to card her, and no selection of men for her to choose from that her daddy may object to. Now, more than ever, a birthday was just an mother day that only meant something if you lived from sunrise to sunset.

If it was really a bother to Beth she didn't give voice to it. She just looked out on the grounds and enjoyed the sunshine. It was a bit hot, and humid, but Carol and Beth were a couple of ripe Georgia peaches who were used to it, and they had gone long enough without air conditioning to not think twice about the oppressive warmth that could blanket the world after the rain.

"I have a date tonight. Zach."

She sounded bored with the idea.

"He seems like a nice young man," Carl said.

"He is. He's really nice. He's also bad in bed. Or maybe he's not and I just don't realize it because...I don't know. I've never had a real man. There's something wrong with me, maybe? I mean, I've never had an orgasm."

"I doubt there's anything wrong with you, Beth," Carol said. She tried not to let her discomfort show. Talking about orgasms with Beth felt weird. Like talking about sex with a kid.

Except Beth wasn't a kid. She was far from it and she had legitimate concerns about her body, her sexuality, that were all normal for her to wonder about at her age. Yet who would she talk to about such things? Her sister? Carol couldn't see that conversation going very well. Michonne wasn't here and when she was she wasn't exactly approachable. Beth didn't know the other women at the prison well enough to discuss it so that left Carol.

"I don't even know if I've ever had an orgasm," said Beth.

"If you'd ever had one, you'd know it," Carol said.

"The sex feels good but it's just over so damn fast."

"Don't you engage in foreplay?"

Beth laughed, a little scornfully, "He tries but he's so bad at it I just wind up hurrying him along."

Carol chuckled. "God, that makes me think of Ed. He was the same way."

"What about Daryl?"

"Daryl's very good, actually. Its commitment that he struggles with."

"You have one of those 'friends with benefits' things going on?"

"We did, for awhile. It didn't work out so we're sticking to just friends. At least for now."

"At least you know what it feels like."

Beth looked lost in thought. Carol could pretty much imagine what was on the girl's mind. Probably her legs thrown over Daryl's shoulders while he went down on her, drove her crazy, something he was gifted at doing despite his inexperience at relationships. Whether or not Beth would actually take a romp with the red neck archer was a different story.

"What does it feel like to get off? I'll bet it's good," Beth said, still thinking aloud.

"Beth, getting off is one of those things you have to experience. It's not something I could tell you."

Beth turned back to the yard, bathed in golden sunlight, her face screwed up in concentration.

"I could show you, though," Carol said.

As soon as the words left Carol's mouth she regretted them, but it was too late, and now Beth looked back at her with eyes that were wide with shock. Carol could only imagine the horror, the disappointment, that was going to show next. She waited and wondered what the hell she'd been thinking and why the words had been so easy to speak. God, what would the others think? What would they say when they learned Carol had offered to bring Beth to orgasm?

The disgust Carol waited for didn't show. The shock simply morphed, sending Beth's upturned eyebrows down, creasing her brow in a frown of curiosity.

"I really don't want you to get the wrong idea," Carol said hastily. "I meant I could show you just so you'd know, not because I'm some dirty old lady who--"

"Ok."

Carol wasn't sure if Beth was serious or having her on.

"What?"

"Ok. You can show me what it's like? I wanna see. We gonna do it here?"

"Uh..."

"There's nobody around," Beth said.

She already looked excited at the idea.

"I've never had a lesbian experience before.

"I had a few when I was your age with a woman named Samantha. She was ten years older and...well, never mind."

Carol was stalling and Beth let her. When she quieted down she got to her feet and came into the tower with Carol, who cast a glance around to make sure there was no easy view into the tower from the yard that would give away what they were doing. Beth leaned against the guard tower wall, a smile on her face so sweet and innocent Carol almost couldn't bring herself to approach the girl.

"I'm old enough to be your mother."

"You're not my mother...unless that would turn you--"

"No," Carol said, and Beth nodded.

"What do we do first?"

"What do you want?" Carol asked.

"I don't know. If you were a man I'd say a kiss."

Carol ran her hand down the side of Beth's face, brushing aside locks of sweaty hair. The heat was one of the reasons she kept her hair short. That, plus she had no desire to fool with it, keeping it untangled and put up. She let her hand trail down over Beth's tiny breast, lower still, reaching the hem of her shirt. Beth kept her eyes shut, experiencing the touch, the way Carol took her time to simply keep the contact on her hip before languidly sliding up, moving under the thin material of the shirt.

She could feel Carol closing the gap until her lips brushed against hers. It was soft, gentle, undemanding, as a first kiss should be. Beth could smell the fruit Carol had eaten moments ago on her breath, taste it when Carol parted her lips with a very gentle slide of her tongue over Beth's. That's how it was, that kiss, a slow stroke of tongues that gradually went deeper into the mouth until Beth's pulse thundered and her back arched to meet Carol's touch, her hardened nipples desperate to feel some kind of pressure. She found it against Carol's heavier bosom, and her hardened nipples that occasionally stroked across hers.

When Carol pulled away Beth was left breathless. Daryl was crazy to walk away from someone who could kiss like that.

"Touch me," Beth whispered, leaning against the tower wall, her hips pushed forward. Carol unfastened Beth's jeans before easing the zipper down.

Beth quickly toed off a boot, wondering what else Carol could make her feel. She pulled her leg from her jeans and panties, while Carol gazed down at her. Beth suddenly felt self conscious. Zach always had a remark about how thick and wild her snatch was and she never cared. She kept herself clean. She didn't care if it was pretty.

"I didn't think to shave," she said, feeling her face flush.

"You're beautiful," Carol said, such sincerity in her voice that Beth relaxed. "I just got lost in the past for a moment. I'm here now."

Beth kept a tight wrap on Carol's waist while the older woman reached slowly, gently down and spotted a finger into the thick patch of soft curls at Beth's center, finding her already wet. She rubbed, torturing Beth with circles that made her thighs quiver with need. She pushed her hips forward, begging for more, feeling tension already starting to build.

God, was it good, the way Carol rubbed her clit, circled her with her small fingers, lightly stroking her, each rub sending a bolt of need deep into Beth's pussy.

"Oh...God..."

Already she'd experienced more pleasure at Carol's touch than she ever had fucking Zach. When Carol teased by sliding a finger inside Beth felt her cunt start to dribble, slicking Carol's hand as well as her thigh. She rutted against the other woman's palm, her breath hitching in her throat.

"Say my name," Carol whispered, leaning in, watching the flush of Beth's skin darken as her climaxed approached.

"Carol," Beth breathed. She was rewarded with the steady pressure of Carol's thumb against her clit while she slid another finger into Beth, going straight to that special spot that began drawing moans from Beth.

Anyone passing by would have thought Beth was being nailed by a cock rather than Carol's slender, graceful fingers. Beth came, her juices dribbling through Carol's fingers as she whispered her name over and over, a steady plea not to stop until the last of her orgasm subsided. When it did, Beth slid to the floor with Carol crouching before her, withdrawing her fingers and licking them clean.

"And that, my dear, is what an orgasm feels like. Enjoy the rest of the night. I'll take your shift while you enjoy your evening. Happy birthday, Beth."

Beth laughed and pulled her clothes back on. She stood and regarded Carol with a look of respect and tenderness.

"This has been my best birthday so far. Thanks, Carol." She stopped at the trap door and looked back. "You know, if you ever get lonely and want to stop by my cell..."

She moved through the trap door, leaving Carol with a smile, wondering what other tricks Carol Peletier had up her sleeve.