Page 19 of Swiping Right (and other disasters)

“You know, if you make me coffee now, I’ll never sleep,” said Clodagh in a low voice, right by Kiera’s ear. Kiera’s legs momentarily wobbled, and she told herself to get a grip. For a moment she was frozen. She knew Clodagh wasn’t really talking about coffee at all. But she wasn’t sure what she should do next. She closed her eyes and slowly turned herself around, so that she had her back to the work surface and Clodagh was facing her, and soon, pressed against her.

“So, no coffee, then?” asked Kiera, with a smile.

“Not now, no,” said Clodagh, and she leaned forward and kissed Kiera gently on the lips.

Kiera had thought about this moment many times over the last few months. What would it be like kissing someone else after Chrissie, after everything? Would it feel strange? Would it feel wrong? She felt a sense of unreality, but before she could think any further, Clodagh had reached her arms around Kiera’s body and kissed her again, this time less gently. There was a push to it, a passion. And it was this that shocked Kiera. She’d been kissed many times in the last decade, but she couldn’t remember the last time someone had kissed her in a way that made her feel like she was wanted. She stopped for a second.

“You ok?” asked Clodagh, pulling away slightly.

“Sorry,” said Kiera. “I’m out of practice.”

“You don’t feel out of practice to me,” said Clodagh, but she paused, searching Kiera’s eyes for permission. And it was at that moment that Kiera switched off her brain and gave in to the moment, kissing Clodagh back. For once, she didn’t know where this was going or how it would feel, but she wanted to experience it there and then.

Kiera raised her hand to feel Clodagh’s hair, stroking the fine strands between her fingers. As she did so, her elbow knocked a coffee cup behind her. Clodagh broke their contact.

“I think there’s probably a better place for this,” she said. “Somewhere we’re less likely to wreck your fancy coffee machine.” She smiled.

“Well,” said Kiera, “now you come to mention it, you haven’t had the grand tour, have you? Let’s start with the bedroom.” She led Clodagh to the narrow stairs that led into the Edwardian house’s attic. Her room was the size of the rest of the flat put together, with a sloping roof, and Kiera adored it.

“I love it,” said Clodagh, throwing herself backwards onto the wooden double bed against one wall.

“I’m glad you approve,” said Kiera, not quite sure how to respond.

“What are you doing all the way over there?” asked Clodagh, raising herself up on her elbows.

Kiera laughed and walked towards the bed. She sat on the edge and looked down at Clodagh’s prone form. Clodagh reached up, grabbed the collar of Kiera’s shirt, and pulled her down into a kiss. Kiera was at an awkward angle and her back was protesting, but she wasn’t about to worry about that. Instead, she adjusted, and climbed gently on top of Clodagh.

“Oh, I see,” said Clodagh, with a laugh. “It seems you have recovered your skills.”

“Maybe,” said Kiera, and she kissed the smile on the woman’s face. Clodagh pulled her in closer, and an unplanned groan made itself known from somewhere inside Kiera. She could feel Clodagh smile again, in amongst the kisses. Kiera laughed. “You’re cute,” she said.

“Cute, huh?” said Clodagh. “We’ll see about that,” she said, as she flipped Kiera onto her back, straddled her, and pulled off her own top.

Kiera genuinely thought she might die at the sight of the perfectly proportioned breasts, encased in a dark blue bra edged with lace.

“Oh, you like?” said Clodagh, smiling again.

Kiera had long ago learnt that she had no poker face. She laughed and nodded. “You need to come down here.” And Clodagh did, but not before deliberately placing one thigh between Kiera’s legs.

Kiera could feel the impact this was already having under her jeans. It had been a long time since someone had wanted her like this. She reached behind Clodagh, and surprising herself, skilfully undid the woman’s bra. “Smooth,” said Clodagh, “but now it’s your turn.” Clodagh sat up and pulled Kiera into a sitting position. “This needs to go,” she said, unbuttoning the navy shirt Kiera had agonised over. She shrugged her arms out and the shirt fell away. “Wow,” said Clodagh, gazing at the contents of Kiera’s bra. Kiera had always been faintly embarrassed, recalling having been called ‘buxom’ by a great aunt once as a teenager, and finding the experience mortifying. “You kept these secret, didn’t you?”

She pushed Kiera back onto the bed, and then started to kiss her neck, slowly moving her way down to her breasts. Kiera could feel Clodagh’s breasts graze her stomach, and between that and the kissing, she wasn’t sure she’d make it as far as taking off her trousers before she exploded. Clodagh’s tongue teased Kiera’s nipples through the sheer material of her plain black bra. Kiera gasped.

“I think I should take this off,” Kiera said, breathlessly. Clodagh allowed her to sit up again and take off her bra.

“Magnificent,” she said, her smile giving way to a look of pure desire.

Kiera’s confidence had grown, and this time she flipped Clodagh and pressed their breasts together. It was almost too much for her. But then Clodagh placed a hand between Kiera’s legs, and things went up a gear. She could feel the desire pooling inside her and she couldn’t help but reach down and undo her own belt.

“I didn’t think you could get any hotter,” said Clodagh, as she undid the button and zip of Kiera’s jeans. She artfully reached inside and stroked Kiera through her knickers. Kiera’s readiness for her touch had soaked through the material, and this time it was Clodagh’s turn to groan.

Kiera tried to speak, but it came out as more of a yelp. She kissed Clodagh hard, and in return, Clodagh pushed aside Kiera’s underwear and felt for herself how turned on the woman on top of her really was. She gasped. Then she smiled, and moved her fingers to magnify Kiera’s pleasure. This was the most intense physical experience Kiera had had in a very long time. The sensation of Clodagh’s hand and lips on her was euphoric. Slowly, Clodagh drew her fingers back and forth, listening to the rhythm of Kiera’s breathing for guidance. Kiera kissed Clodagh’s neck and breathed in her scent. Gradually, Clodagh’s fingers began to push harder. It was at this point Kiera cried out in a way that made her worry slightly about the thickness (or otherwise) of the walls between this flat and the houses either side. Within seconds, she had stopped worrying about the neighbours, as she allowed herself to be lost in the moment, giving herself to a long and loud orgasm.

A few moments later they were lying in each other’s arms, listening to one another breathing.

“I’m going to need a minute,” said Kiera, barely audible.

“You take all the time you want, babe,” said Clodagh, running her hand down Kiera’s smooth back, making her shiver.

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