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"Christ that was good..." Korra breathed, as Opal slowly kissed her way back up her belly.
Opal smiled, and pulled her girlfriend in for a long, passionate kiss. "Good thing I'm nowhere near done," she smirked as she slid her hand down Korra's abdomen again.
-"What is it?" she worriedly asked.
Korra chuckled. "Just give me a minute, it was already the third time tonight." There's only so much pleasure a person can endure before losing their mind.
This made Opal pout. "You jerk, I thought there was something wrong." Korra laughed again, and pulled her girlfriend in for a tight hug, letting their foreheads rest against each others. "You know, I always love seeing you like this. You're at you're sexiest when you're like this."
Korra raised a mischievous eyebrow. "Like what?"
-"Naked, sweaty, panting, messed up hair, and with a massive content grin. Shame about the sportsbra though."
She was referring to the bra Korra was forced to wear because of the piercings, but that was a minor sacrifice. Opal made good on Korra's idea of 'getting more creative somewhere else.' "Hmm, likewise," Korra purred, pulling Opal in for another kiss. She already accepted that Opal was the more dominant one in bed, and she didn't mind one bit. Korra knew that her girlfriend would never do anything to hurt her, and she trusted that instinct completely. Opal decided now would be a good time to start again, and snaked her hand back between Korra's legs.
"Again?!" Korra exclaimed, a bit surprised, but mostly excited.
Opal just smiled. "I'm going away for a month, I gotta enjoy it while I still can. Besides, I want to even the scores before I fly away tomorrow." She was about to move down in her entirety, when she suddenly looked up. "Did you hear that?"
Korra tried to focus on her hearing, but that was surprisingly difficult with the gorgeous naked girl on top of her. "Hear what?"
-"Hang on." She stood up, walking towards the window, trying to get a good glimpse of what was going on outside. "Shit..." she muttered under her breath, but Korra still heard it.
"Let me guess: my dad's motorcade is here." Opal turned around and nodded, before walking back to the bed, dropping herself next to her girlfriend again. Korra knew that her parents would be home at some point, but she was sort of hoping their fundraiser would run later than planned, which it kind of did. Unfortunately, it didn't run as late as she had hoped. "Looks like I won this round," Korra contently smirked, wrapping an arm around Opal.
But she just smiled, and pressed a quick kiss on Korra's lips. "Did you think I'm going to give up that easily? Korra, you insult me."
"It's over, at least for now. My dad would be livid if he'd hear us."
-"That's why I came prepared," Opal smirked, and she reached down the side of the bed, grabbing her bag, and rummaged around in it for a little, before the smile on her face grew. "I figured we wouldn't have as long as I'd have ideally liked, so I did a little bit of shopping yesterday to make sure the sound issue could be solved. Aha! Got it!"
What she pulled out of the bag, put a massive red blush on Korra's cheeks. Opal was holding a ball gag.
"I... I honestly don't know what to say," she stammered.
Opal gently cupped her cheek. "Sweetie, if you don't want to use it, just say so. I don't want to do anything you're not comfortable with, and it just seemed like good fun to me."
She's got a point there, it does seem like good fun. Like Puerto Rico, only there are no safety nets here. "Let's do it," Korra decisively said, making her girlfriend look up in surprise. "I trust you, and I want you to finish what you started."
The smile on Opal's face grew, and she pressed a quick kiss on Korra's lips. "Alright, in that case, open wide." She moved Korra's hair back, and put the roughly golf ball-sized gag in her mouth, before buckling it up behind her head. "Just yank it down if you don't like it anymore."
Korra nodded, as she was now unable to answer. The gag felt slightly uncomfortable in her mouth, as it made her drool like a Saint Bernard, but the sparkle in Opal's eyes made it all worth it. Do try to avoid that, it wouldn't be exactly attractive. Opal seemed to disagree though.
-"Alright, I've just changed my mind: this is the sexiest you've ever looked." A massive smile broke across her face, one that made a fuzzy feel rise through Korra as well. "Of course, you wouldn't do this if there wasn't some sort of benefit to it," Opal continued, and she slid down Korra's body, made easier by the fact that they were both very slippery by now. "And I bet you're wondering what those benefits might be..."
Korra groaned into the gag as Opal bit into the inside of her thigh, leaving another clear purple mark there. "I won't tell, but trust me when I say: they're good..." She set work, eagerly pushing her tongue out in between Korra's lower lips, making her groan into the gag again.
She had lost count of how many times Opal had made her feel this good tonight alone. Korra wasn't sure if the gag was actually helping much with the noise, so she decided to try and keep the noise levels down out of herself, but with Opal's tongue working its magic, that was hard, and not a little bit. She was still sensitive from her previous three climaxes, so it didn't take very long before she could feel the fourth one approaching.
"Hmmpph!" Korra groaned into the gag, unable to make it actually comprehensive.
Opal briefly looked up, a big grin plastered over her face. "Hmm, looks like it's doing its job just fine." She dove back in, gently sucking on Korra's clit, sending a bolt of electricity straight through her. It wasn't until Opal pushed her tongue through her opening again that she fully lost control. A wave of pleasure rolled over Korra's body, making her go limp in pretty much every way possible.
When the climax subsided, Opal contently rested her chin on Korra's belly. "I'm calling it even for the night."
Korra chuckled, and yanked the gag down to her neck before she pulled her girlfriend back up so that they could see eye to eye again. "Oh, you can call it whatever you want, I think it was brilliant." She pulled Opal in for a kiss, tasting herself on her girlfriend's lips. They were both struggeling to keep their eyes open by this point, mostly because of sheer exhaustion, a point that was proven when Opal yawned dramatically.
-"Want to call it a night?"
And now she's able to read your mind. This is definitely going the right way. "Good idea. You wanna be the big or the little spoon?"
-"Hmm... I think I'm gonna say little for now." Opal rolled off of Korra, who wrapped her arms securely around her girlfriend. It took nothing before they both feel asleep.
The next morning, Korra woke up from her phone, blaring its alarm through the room. Opal was no longer wrapped in her arms, which was kind of a shame, but she woke up from the noise as well.
-"Hnngg," she groaned. "That's yours... Why do you set your alarm on Sunday morning?"
"Because someone needs to catch a flight to Amsterdam," Korra smirked back, slowly willing her eyes open. Neither girl moved, partially because they didn't want to, but mostly because they were unable to. Last night left them both with a bad case of sore muscles, but Korra had already made up her mind about that. Totally, completely, and utterly worth it.
-"Girls, you need to get ready," Senna loudly said, barging into Korra's room unannounced. Fortunately, they were both under the covers, so there was nothing to really worry about. Or so Korra thought.
"Mom, I set my alarm extra early so we wouldn't have to rush anything."
-"Be that as it may..." Her mother suddenly interrupted herself, while a massive blush raced over her cheeks. She whipped around, much to Korra's surprise. "I'm going to pretend I didn't see that."
Senna decisively pointed to her neck, and it only confused Korra further. For as far as she could remember, Opal didn't put any hickeys there last night, as they had agreed to be more careful after the shower fiasco. She gently traced her fingers from her ear down, which was when she suddenly felt it. Her eyes shot open and she was now fully awake.
Korra still had the gag around her neck.
Well fuck. Add this to the list of 'incredibly awkward encounters with family after sex', which is far too long for your taste, and you're only 18. A surge of heat raced through her cheeks, probably matching her mother's color.
-"Get ready." With that, Senna left the room, probably too uncomfortable to look again at her daughter.
Opal was gaining quite a bit of color on her cheeks as well. "She's kind of right, we have to get ready."
"You do that, I'm just gonna go hang myself in the meantime," Korra sarcastically said, desperately trying to fumble off the gag, but the clasp seemed to have a mind of its own. Once Opal had helped her out, they took a quick shower (separately of course) and got dressed before sauntering down for breakfast, which isn't going to be the least bit awkward.
It actually turned out to be not that horrible, and it wasn't long before the girls met up with the Beifongs in order to send Opal off for her month-long micro-exchange with a school in the Netherlands. She was scheduled to make a short stop in London, and then it was on to Amsterdam.
The goodbye was everything she'd expected. The girls had driven back to the Beifong Estate, where Opal had already packed. Korra would go with her to the airport, along with her family, save for Baatar Jr., who had something important to take care of, so he had already said his goodbyes. This actually turned out to be very useful, because they were able to squeeze all seven of them into the GMC Yukon of the Secret Service, which was actually useful for a change.
Korra as the last one who Opal said her goodbye to, with the rest of her family taking a bit of tactful distance. Opal pressed a soft kiss on Korra's lips, a hint of tears jerking on the corners of her massive emerald eyes. "Hey, it'll only be a month, remember? Then everything will be back to normal," Korra tried to assuage her girlfriend.
Opal chuckled. "Yeah. I'll let you know as soon as I get there, okay?"
"Sounds like a plan to me. Just be careful over there, yeah?"
-"I will be. See you soon, sweetie." And with that, Opal went into the line for check-in, before disappearing behind the walls of the duty-free.
The way back was a bit of a blur. Korra distinctly felt the burn of her sore muscles slowly subsiding, reminding her of the amazing way they had given each other a proper stockpile of pleasure to last them the month. Opal had been genuinely excited about being able to go on this trip, and of course Korra was happy for her. That didn't mean she wouldn't miss her for the next month, though. Stop being so miserable and just suck it up. You've been through worse.
Korra wasn't feeling very hungry at dinner, so she only ate a few bites before she spent the rest of her time playing with her food. The awkwardness from what had transpired between her and her mother that morning had mostly faded as long as you don't look each other in the eyes.
-"So I've invited the Raikos over for dinner on Wednesday," Senna announced.
Both Korra and her father groaned, in perfect sync, no less. "Senna, why would you do that?" Tonraq asked, clearly not looking forward to it.
-"Because it's important that you get to know each other outside of work as well. Come on, you're 51, do I still have to raise you?"
"Apparently," Korra muttered under her breath, but her mother heard it clear as day.
-"As for you young lady, I expect you to be there as well, and you'll behave. Raiko is the President of the United States for crying out loud, you will not give him a big mouth." Bet you ten bucks? She said nothing, and just kept playing with her food. "Anyway, we have to serve them something nice," Senna continued. "Do you have ideas?"
"Steak sprinkled with pepper and cyanide?"
-"Korra!" Her mother searched for words to berate her daughter more, but couldn't find them on a moment's notice. "Tonraq, you say something."
Her father put up a stoical face. "Korra, we are not going to serve the President cyanide on his steak." He was briefly quiet, and Korra looked up. "It's volatile, you put it in his ice cream."
Senna hit the table with her flat hand, and Korra burst out laughing, fist-bumping her father. Once her mother saw that, she just pinched the bridge of her nose. "God help me, I have to raise two children on my own..."
-"Hey, she may have your good looks, but she has my winning personality," Tonraq cheerfully declared, winking to his daughter. Senna couldn't force back her smile anymore, glancing contently at her husband. "Charmer," she playfully said.
Korra's phone buzzed in her pocket, and she tried to check it discreetly, but failed. "No phones at the table, you know the rules," her mother's voiced pierced the air before she could read it.
She sighed. "Come on mom, it's from Opal, she should have landed by now. Besides, I'm not hungry anyway."
-"Be that as it may, this is our family dinner, and people who are on the other side of the planet are not a part of that. Plus, it's past midnight for Opal, she should be going to bed soon."
Korra groaned and let herself fall back into her chair, but Senna didn't budge. She had to patiently wait until dinner was over. Not one of your stronger suits. Regardless, Korra managed to do it, and when her mother was done ten minutes later, she raced up the stairs to her computer to try and Skype with her girlfriend. She had even specially bought a webcam for it, because let's face it, you never had any reason to have one before.
After the usual greetings and 'can you hear me' that always happens when one tries to Skype, they settled into a more relaxed conversation.
"How was your flight?"
Opal chuckled. "Well, it was an experience, to put it nicely."
"You mean to mingle among the common peasants, and travel commercial like the rest of us lowly earthlings?"
This made her laugh even harder. "Not exactly. The legroom-issue you brought up was non-existent for me, probably because I'm short, but it was mostly the staff. I was flying with BA, and my flight attendant was a British homosexual is gray flannel trousers asking me if I wanted 'a cuppa and a scon'."
Korra began to laugh too. "A what?"
-"Tea and a scone. You can say about those crazy Brits what you want, but it was awesome."
"I guess so. How's The Netherlands?"
-"A very weird place. You know how they always show those shops in Amsterdam with the big neon signs in the shape of marijuana? Those actually exist! I mean, I know it's legal in Washington, but it's just weird to see advertising like that."
It only made Korra laugh harder. "Ils sont fous, ces Hollandais."
Opal chuckled too. "You can say that again. Speaking of which, they showed us another crazy store, you know, a throw-us-in-the-deep-end kind of thing. Make sure that us Americans won't get too many surprises while we're here, or at least, something like that."
"What on earth are you talking about?"
-"What I'm saying is that I sent you a little care package, it should be there in a few days. Now it's of course for you, but I want to use it as well when I get back. However, you go ahead and break it in."
"You're really not going to say what's in it, are you?"
That familiar teasing twinkle appeared in Opal's eyes again, Korra could even spot that over the occasionally shoddy connection. "No I'm not, that would ruin the surprise. Let's just say it's something the Dutch ought to be good at."
They finished the conversation with some more hollow banter, but it was nice to talk to each other, even if it was less than 12 hours ago that they last spoke.
The next week could nearly be classified as torture. Korra was very excited as to the 'care package' Opal had sent her way, but was dreading the dinner with the President at the same time. That can only end well.
When Wednesday broke, it turned out to be even worse than she had previously imagined. Not only had her mother invited the Raikos for dinner, she had also invited them for a pre-dinner drink.
President Raiko and the First Lady arrived after Senna had forced Korra to squeeze herself into a decent dress, and it was right when they were in the middle of small talk when Commander Saikhan interrupted them. "Excuse me, but there is a package here. It's addressed to Korra."
-"Korra, did you order some videogame again without telling me?" her mother asked, a slight hint of disdain in her voice.
"I'll have you know, I didn't. That must be Opal's care package she sent me." As stated. There are no possible ways in which this can go wrong. She took the medium-sized box, and used a letter opener to cut through the tape holding it all together, and flipped open the lid, only to slam it shut tight again upon seeing what was inside. As it turned out, opening it in front of the president and his wife was a huge mistake, as it made Korra turn as red as a tomato. "On second thought, I'll finish unpacking this in my room. Back in a sec!" She didn't even wait for an answer, and made for her room as fast as was humanly possible in this stupid fucking dress.
A quick text to Opal saying, "Skype. Now." had the desired effect, as her phone emblem soon turned green.
"You jerk! You couldn't have warned about opening it with company?!"
The look on her face said 'I'm going to say I feel sorry, but this is exactly what I wanted'. "Ooh, was your mom peering over your shoulder? That would be awkward. Though it wouldn't be the worst thing, considering what she caught us doing."
"While the President of the United fucking States was sitting on my sofa, having a glass of wine, I opened up a 'care package' from you, containing a bright red - double headed - ten inch - dildo!"
-"Yeah, seems like good fun, wouldn't you say?"
Korra loudly groaned and fell back into her chair, and she glanced at the screen again, seeing Opal with a massive smile on her face on the other side of the connection. "You're going to pay for this. You'd best brace yourself when you get off that plane again."
-"Hmm, looking forward to it," she teased, giving her a sly wink. "It's late here, I should be getting to bed. Love you sweetie."
She couldn't help but chuckle at how big a tease Opal was being. "Love you too. Sleep tight."
Korra's comment in French would literally translate to 'crazy guys, those Dutch.' In actuality, it's a reference to the Asterix comic books, which are quite popular on this side of the Atlantic. They are originally French, hence the language, where it's often used in relation to the Romans.
As to Opal's comment about the Dutch being good at it, do a Google image search for 'Why you are Dutch', click on the newspaper cut-out, first column, roughly in the middle. Can't necessarily say it's true, but it was too good an opportunity to pass up.
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