There was a hesitancy there that I misinterpreted, and when she didn’t respond I said hurriedly, “No pressure. I’m just putting how I feel out there, but I have no expectations if you’re not…”
I paused as she pressed a finger against my lips. “I want you too Tori. Badly. But we both need to be clear. You’re only here for a short time. That means we have tonight, maybe tomorrow if you’re still here.”
“I’ll still be here tomorrow,” I vowed.
I already knew that one night with this woman would not be enough. Plus, I was having fun with her.
“Maybe you do casual all the time, probably you do, but this is new for me.”
“Having sex with a woman?” I asked in surprise. I’d only been getting lesbian vibes from her since we met.
She laughed, then got serious again.
“No, having sex with someone I’m not in a relationship with.”
I wanted to tell her that I was going to do my best to make sure that we did have a relationship. I wanted to say that I planned to spend the rest of my life with her, even if I had no idea how to make that happen. I wanted to say that I fell in love with her themoment I laid eyes on her. But I knew that those words would seem hollow, especially from someone like me. A woman like Hailey needed action, not words.
I lifted my hand to cup her cheek, breathing out as she relaxed against my palm.
“Let’s just take this thing one day at a time,” I suggested. “But you need to know that I’ve never done this before either.”
“Had a one night stand?”
I shook my head. “Had sex with someone I cared about.”
Before she could respond, I kissed her, pouring all my emotions into the kiss, telling her with my body what I couldn’t say with words yet. We kissed until we were both breathless, then pulled back, staring at each other, waiting for whatever happened next. I wanted the first move to be hers.
Hailey grabbed my hand, giving me a little tug. “Come to bed with me, Tori.”
“I love that you call me that,” I said softly, trailing behind her. “No one else does.”
“You said that’s what you prefer,” she answered, glancing over her shoulder at me.
“It is.”
When we got to the bedroom we made quick work of removing our clothes, standing naked in front of each other with no shame, no embarrassment. I catalogued the differences between our bodies. I loved Hailey’s body. She wasn’t soft and womanly but still had the muscle tone of a person who worked on her feet all day. Our bodies were very different though. Where she was soft and curvy, I was lean and hard, other than my breasts.
I cupped them with my hands. “I have implants,” I admitted, even though it was probably obvious by the fact that my breasts were a little too large for my frame, and much higher and perkier than they should be for a woman in her mid-thirties.
I wasn’t sure why I felt compelled to blurt that out at this moment, other than I didn’t want any secrets between us.
“Why did you get them?”
They weren’t huge but definitely gave me good cleavage with the right outfit.
“My mother said it would help my career.”
“Did it?” she asked curiously.
I shrugged. “Probably not.”
She reached up and placed her hands over mine.
“You’re perfect the way you are,” she said firmly. “And you’d be perfect with smaller breasts and a bigger belly or wider hips. You’re perfect because you’re you.”
No one had ever said anything like that to me before and after a lifetime in a business obsessed with thinness and women’s bodies, it felt like a healing balm on my soul.
We flew together, our kiss rough and passionate this time, and then we tumbled onto the bed, rolling around kissing and touching each other everywhere we could reach. I couldn’t get enough of touching her soft skin. My nipples were hard enough to cut glass, and I could feel slickness between my thighs. Had I ever been this attracted to someone else before?
