I’m working on Alice’s fourth sexual adventure… only it’s not really Alice-centric! She’s curious to know how her lovers, Beth and Carla, got together – so most of the book is a flashback to then, from blonde and busty Beth’s point of view.
I could have sworn she chanced a surreptitious glance at my cleavage, but I couldn’t be sure. This was gonna take some puzzling out. “It can be hard sometimes. I’m gonna get some hot chocolate – do you want some?”
“Sure,” she answered quickly, and I jumped up and made for the kitchenette area. Her voice followed me. “Need a hand?”
Part of me wanted space, to gather my wits and figure out how to act around her. Most of me, though, just wanted to soak up her smile. “Sure.”
While I busied myself gathering mugs and various ingredients, Carla leaned against the counter, watching me. I couldn’t help but notice she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath the thin shirt she wore, and my nipples pebbled as I imagined what her breasts would feel like against my palms.
“Beth?” Carla’s voice was so soft that I almost missed it.
“Hmmm?” I grabbed a spoon and stirred the chocolatey liquid, hoping she hadn’t realised I was totally perving over her in her hour of need.
She hesitated, then shook her head. “Nothing.”
I turned around to hand over her mug of hot chocolate, and our fingers brushed lightly. Carla’s grip wavered, as though she was trying not to pull away quickly, and at the slight rosiness creeping into her cheeks, I gained a new confidence.
Without letting go of the mug, I reached over with my free hand, cupping her cheek. Her breath caught, and she gazed at me as if she didn’t even dare to hope for more.
I kissed her lightly, just the barest brush of my lips against hers. She froze, as if she couldn’t believe it, and just as I began to pull away she responded, leaning into the kiss. Heat pooled in my pussy, and I somehow managed to set the mug of hot chocolate aside without breaking the kiss, freeing up my arms to slip around her waist.
Carla pressed eagerly against me, sliding a hand to the back of my neck, and I teased her tongue with mine, tasting for a second, then withdrawing. She deepened the kiss, her uncertainty dropping away as she realised that kissing, at least, was still familiar territory for her.
God, I wanted her. It took all my willpower not to let my hands stray, but I managed somehow. Okay, so maybe breaking off before either of us wanted to was the only way I managed, but still…