Page 10 of Sugar Plum Dreams

Cin did just as she’d described. Kristen fought her body to keep still. She fought her legs to stay open, though they wanted to press together. She fought her hands to stay at her sides, though she wanted to grip the edge of the desk. She fought her toes not to curl… and that battle she lost as Cin's fingers spread her open and then delved inside.

"Shhh," Cin soothed.

Kristen gulped, unable to look away from Cin's gaze. In her periphery, she saw Cin's hand, but she couldn't see what her fingers were doing. She could only feel them. And the pressure of the balls releasing from her was even more delicious than when Cin had put them in.

"Ahhhh," Kristen breathed at the release. Her body pulsed, but not in orgasm. It pulsed in relief, like the sight of home after a long journey.

"Shhh," Cin cooed. "It's okay."

"I'm so embarrassed."

"Don't be. I'm glad it made you feel good." Cin rolled the balls in her palms. As they went round and round, they made a happy chiming sound. As well as a slicking sound from her wetness, which coated them.

"I'll um… I'll just clean these and give them back to you."

"You can keep those, too."

With the balls out, Kristen quickly closed her legs. Her thighs slipped in the slick release she'd left behind on the surface of the desk. "Cin?"

"Yeah, Kristen."

"Can I take you to dinner? As a thank you?"

"I don't date straight women." Cin dropped the balls into Kristen's hands. They clashed into her palm.

"I was asking you as a friend."

7

Cin arrived at the restaurant early. The pinkie finger of her left hand kept twitching. It was how her big brother always knew she was bluffing at cards. That twitch was her tell.

She balled her hand into a fist, trying to stop her nerves. This was just dinner. Just dinner.

The scent of roasted garlic and freshly baked bread wafted from the kitchen, mingling with the faint aroma of pine from the holiday wreaths adorning the walls. There was a hearty laugh from a man sitting next to the window. His white beard and jolly attitude would've made him a perfect Santa impersonator.

As though he felt eyes on him, the jolly old Nick looked up. Cin ducked her head. She had always known there was no real Santa Claus. But if this man saw her face, or her twitching finger, he'd know she was steadily rising to the top of the naughty list.

Earlier, she had stopped herself from calling Kristen to offer her a ride, reminding herself that this was not a date. This was just a casual dinner between two friends, a thank you from Kristen for Cin coming to her rescue at the holiday party. Nothing more. Yet as Cin redirected the waiter to seat her at a more secluded table with better lighting, she knew she wasfooling herself. The butterflies in her stomach betrayed her true feelings.

Cin smoothed down her vibrant red pantsuit. The fabric was soft and luxurious under her fingertips. She'd always been a fan of wearing pants. Even when she wore a skirt or dress, she often wore pants or leggings underneath. The garment gave her a sense of power.

She had chosen it carefully, wanting to look her best, but not too obvious. The truth was, she had been drawn to Kristen from the moment they met. Her quiet strength and unassuming beauty had captivated Cin in a way she couldn't ignore. The pinkie finger of her right hand twitched again, as though agreeing with the sentiment.

Cin ignored her twitching fingers and settled into her seat. The gentle strains of a piano playing a Christmas melody created a cozy, intimate atmosphere. She reached for her glass of water, the coolness of the crystal grounding her as she waited.

She only had to wait a brief moment. She saw the moment when Kristen stepped through the door. She looked stunning, her brown hair cascading in loose waves around her shoulders, her simple dress highlighting her natural beauty. It was Cin's heart that was twitching now as she wondered how she would keep her feelings to herself and just remain friends.

The object of her desire didn't have her curves hidden tonight. That wasn't a sports bra Kristen wore. Her girls were pushed up, making Cin's mouth water. Kristen walked confidently, and Cin knew that she had to be wearing the Benwa balls snug in that tight pussy of hers.

Kristen spotted her and smiled. When she did, her eyes lit up in a way that made Cin's pulse quicken. Cin stood, waving her over, trying to keep her flailing pinkies and misbehaving heart in check.

"I'm usually the early one," Kristen said by way of greeting.

Cin pulled out the other woman's seat, which made Kristen smile shyly. She pushed Kristen's seat closer to the table, closer to her. As Cin rounded her, she caught a whiff of her delicate perfume and felt instantly hungry.

"I just got here a few minutes ago," Cin said as she took her seat, dragging her own chair as close to the table—as close to Kristen—as she could get.

The waiter approached with menus. The clock on the wall ticked faster. Cin wanted to yank out the batteries of the timepiece. She wanted to savor this moment, to let herself enjoy Kristen's company without overthinking every word and gesture. But it was hard when her heart was so clearly invested.

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