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“Yes,” Monica replied as she reached for Bridgette’s jeans and pulled apart the button. “I want slow later.”

“You… want to…”

“Top the hell out of you, yes,” she said with a smirk she hoped wasn’t too much. “Is that okay?”

When Bridgette’s eyes closed at that, Monica worried she’d gone too far, too soon, but with her eyes still closed, Bridgette told her, “God, do whatever you want to me.”

Monica unzipped Bridgette’s jeans, still not believing this was about to happen. She knew they should have a slow first time where there were candles and a dimly lit room, but this was what she wanted. Bridgette wanted this as well, it seemed, andright now, all Monica could think about was giving it to her. She had never been able to do this with Lily. And while there had been others before Lily, she had never trusted anyone to fully be herself as she did with Bridgette. She wasn’t certain how that had happened. She’d had relationships that had lasted years. Yet, she’d known Bridgette for a few weeks only, but she knew she could trust her with everything that she was, and it would be okay.

She reached for the hem of Bridgette’s shirt, and it was off in an instant. Her eyes roamed Bridgette’s chest and the cream-colored plain bra she wore. Then, Monica pushed at Bridgette’s jeans, moving them down. She hadn’t intended to remove her panties just yet, but she’d pushed too hard, and they ended up off as well. Bridgette wasted no time kicking off her shoes, and before they both knew it, she stood there in only a bra now, with jeans and panties around her ankles. Monica lowered herself to remove the clothing entirely and breathed Bridgette in as she moved back up. She could smell her desire for her. When she stood up fully and stared into Bridgette’s eyes, she tapped one of her thighs and felt Bridgette’s legs spread farther apart for her.

“My bra?” Bridgette asked ever so softly.

“Leave it on for now,” she said.

Then, Monica moved into her, resting her body against Bridgette’s, and began rocking while she connected their lips.

“God,” Bridgette let out when Monica moved her lips to her neck and her hands to her waist and pulled Bridgette into her in time with her own hips moving forward. “Take everything off, please,” she added.

“You need all of me pressed against you?”

“Fuck, yes,” Bridgette whispered.

Monica stepped back and removed her own shirt. Her bra went next, and Bridgette’s head lowered as if it had been too heavy for her to keep up as she took in Monica’s breasts. Thelook on her face told Monica that she had nothing to be insecure about. Bridgette’s eyes clearly showed that she liked what she was seeing, but if that hadn’t been enough, Bridgette licked her lips, too. Monica kicked off her own jeans and stood there in only her black panties.

“Are you wet?” Bridgette asked her, looking down at her center.

Instead of providing any kind of verbal response, Monica decided to show her. She reached for Bridgette’s hand and pressed it against her own sex.

“God, yes,” Bridgette moaned when she felt how wet Monica already was for her.

Monica dropped her hand, stepped back again, and then slowly removed her own panties. As she stood there naked now in front of her much younger lover, she felt the most confident she’d ever been in her entire adult life. She wanted to massage Bridgette’s breasts through her bra, pull a nipple out and suck on it, but she needed to see all of her more, so that would have to wait.

“Off,” she instructed, pointing at the bra in question.

When Bridgette quickly reached behind her own body and unclasped it, Monica moved to her and pulled it down and off, pressing Bridgette’s hands back against the wall and settling between her once more.

“Oh, wow,” she let out as she felt their centers move together for the first time.

“Mon?”

“Yes?” she asked, cupping one of Bridgette’s breasts.

“I meant it.”

“Meant what, babe?” she asked as she looked down at the pale nipple between her finger and thumb.

“That you can do whatever you want to me.”

Monica met Bridgette’s eyes with her own and looked at her questioningly.

“I want this.”

“Me taking you?”

“Yes,” Bridgette confirmed with a nod.

“Me too,” Monica replied as she rolled into her again. “You are so sexy.” She looked down between them to watch how their bodies were connecting in this dance for a second.

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