“Oh, we’re into terms of endearment, huh? If what I’m doing is working, I don’t care.”
I pulled her towards me by the hips. “It’s working.”
Betty leaned to kiss me, then bit my lip defiantly. I cupped her face, kissing her gently. She pulled me tighter, possessively, like she knew what she was doing. Kissing her only grew easier as we learned more about one another, but it was never awkward. It neverhadbeen. After five years, I expected a bobble or two, but there was none. We were alone in this serene privacy, and nothing could bother us.
At the same time, I wanted to torture her. I longed to draw the moment out. I wanted to bathe in this feeling of closeness and desire so intense I worried I might be in too deep. She was desperate in the best way. I doubted I’d ever see her again, so why not bask?
Chapter 10
The Motions
BETTY
Kissing Mary was even better than I remembered. The sexual chemistry was nothing I’d felt in years. I couldn’t hold back. I couldn’t resist the urge to let her have every inch of me—even if I had no idea what that would look like. I had a momentary panic as she pulled off my shirt because I didn’t know what to expect.
Do I tell her? And will it freak her out?
“What?” Mary noted my expression.
“I just… it’s been a long time,” I lied. “I… I hope I’m not a grave disappointment, okay?”
I opted for the middle way. I didn’t owe her a disclosure that I’d never done this with a woman. And Icertainlydidn’t volunteer information about how long it had been since my last encounter in the barn office.
“Same,” Mary agreed. “And… I am sure you won’t be. You’re gorgeous.”
While the desire bubbled, she appeared patient. My confidence restored, I pulled on her shirt. She tossed it aside and kissed my neck. Shivers filtered down my spine asher hands worked their way to my breasts. She thumbed my nipples through my bra.
“You have great tits!” She laughed.
“I could say the same,” I panted.
Sensing I was hesitant, Mary pulled her bralette over her head and lifted my left hand to her breast. I rolled her nipple between my fingers, and she let out a low moan. The sound only encouraged me. I realized it might be slightly different, but the goal was the same. I wanted to get her off.
“Take your jeans off,” she whispered.
I obeyed her words and she followed suit. We kissed again as I fumbled to toss my bra. She led me back to bed. I climbed in and rolled sideways, facing her in a quiet moment.
Mary brushed my cheek tenderly. “I regretted not getting your number for ages.”
“I regretted not giving it to you.” I pulled her into another kiss.
She pulled back. “You showing up tonight was perfect.”
I blushed. “I may have called in a favor.”
“I know. Our manager said so.”
“Is that… too desperate?” I ran my fingers through her hair.
“More desperate than bringing a girl home like this?” Mary asked.
I giggled. “I wouldn’t call that desperate. I’d call it clever.”
Mary’s hands ran to the waistband of my underwear. I bucked my hips towards her, as if urging her on. She kissed me again, this time pressing me onto the bed. I shivered as her hand ran down into my panties. To this point, I hadn’t wondered what I should do. Did I touch her? Did I just let her pleasure me? I didn’t know the protocol.
“You’re really wet,” Mary kissed my neck.
“I… I want this,” I panted.
