Page 12 of Sugar Plum Dreams

"If it's all right with you, I'd like to get it out of my system. It'll be the best sex of your life. I'll make you come so hard you'll see stars. You'll see how a woman should be treated. Would you like that?"

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Kristen's legs should be wobbling. They weren't. Her gait was steady as she followed behind Cin. The house in front of her looked like something out of a suburban dream, with its two-story structure, white picket fence, and twinkling holiday lights adorning the eaves. It was picturesque, like a scene from a Christmas card, the quintessentially all-American façade.

The walkway of Cin's house was neatly shoveled. As they reached the front door, Cin glanced back at her with a quizzical smile. "I didn't think you'd say yes."

Kristen swallowed, but she didn't answer. She hadn't expected herself to say yes either. But the single word had easily slipped past her lips. It was the last word she'd spoken to Kristen since leaving the restaurant, on the drive over, and now standing in front of her door.

Kristen turned the key. The sound unlocked something inside of Kristen. Once again, that single word whispered through her mind:yes. She followed Cin obediently, stepping into a foyer that immediately shattered her expectations. The contrast between the exterior and interior was startling.

The first thing Kristen noticed was the art. Bold, risqué paintings adorned the walls, each piece provocative and full of life. The walls were painted in vibrant hues—deep reds, electric blues, sunny yellows—each room a burst of color that stimulated the senses. It was a feast for the eyes, every corner offering something new and unexpected.

The furniture was lush and inviting. Plush cushions and chaise lounges were scattered throughout the living room, creating an atmosphere of relaxed opulence. Kristen noticed a particularly inviting chaise lounge by the window, its rich velvet fabric catching the light from a nearby lamp.

Cin closed the door behind them, the soft click bringing Kristen back to the present. Still, Kristen felt no desire to turn and bolt. Theyesthrummed through her body as Cin led her farther into the house.

Kristen marveled at the attention to detail in every nook and cranny. The kitchen was a cheerful yellow with colorful tiles and vintage appliances that gave it a retro feel. The dining room, painted a deep, rich red, had a large wooden table surrounded by mismatched chairs, each one a piece of art in itself.

They moved into the living room, where a large, cozy fireplace sat. In moments, Cin had it crackling to life. The warm glow of embers added an intimate coziness to the space. Kristen felt an overwhelming sense of comfort and welcome, as if she were being enveloped in a hug.

"Make yourself at home. Can I get you something to drink?"

Kristen nodded, still taking in her surroundings.

As Cin disappeared into the kitchen, Kristen wandered over to the fireplace, her fingers brushing against the mantel adorned with eclectic trinkets and holiday decorations. There was a family photo, but only of Cin and Noel. The sight of her boss should've shaken thatyesfrom Kristen's body. Instead, she gave the picture her back.

When Cin returned with two glasses of wine, she handed one to Kristen and gestured for her to sit. Kristen sank into the plush cushions, the warmth of the fire and the rich aroma of the wine creating a perfect moment of comfort and connection.

"To toe-curling orgasms," Cin said, raising her glass.

"Yes," Kristen said, clinking her glass against Cin's.

After the second sip, Cin took the glass from her. "I don't want you impaired. I want your complete consent. I want you to feel everything I'm about to do to you."

"Yes."

It seemed the only word Kristen knew any longer.

Cin crowded Kristen. She didn't need to be told to spread her thighs. The moment Cin's fingers touched her flesh, Kristen felt an electric thrill.

She'd known friends who’d experimented in school. But she'd never considered it. Had any of her girlfriends ever asked her to? She didn't think so. Would she have said yes? If Cin had asked, definitely.

Did that make her a lesbian? Bisexual? Confused? Kristen didn't know. All she knew was that she wanted everything Cin was doing to her. In fact, she wanted more.

Cin thought she was going to be the one to fall and get hurt in this… whatever was happening between them. She was wrong. Kristen was already a puddle on the ground, and she had no idea how to put herself back together.

"I'm going to take care of you."

Kristen's pulse quickened at Cin's words. She wanted nothing more than to give in to Cin's care, to let her guard down and be vulnerable.

Cin knelt before Kristen, gazing up at her with tender eyes. She wasn't doing anything except resting her hand on her knees and looking at her. But it was enough to make Kristen's heart do somersaults.

"You're safe with me."

Kristen believed it. In Cin's presence, she felt anchored, sheltered from the storms of life. Kristen leaned forward, pressing her forehead against Cin's. She'd never let her guard down so completely with someone. But she didn't feel the need to have a single wall up or hide behind any barrier. She trusted Cin with every part of her.

Cin’s lips finally brushed against hers. The kiss was gentle, a delicate press of lips that sent a ripple through Kristen's body. It wasn’t rushed or forceful, but slow and sweet, like a question waiting for an answer. Kristen's hands instinctively reached for Cin, her fingers brushing against the warmth of her skin.

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