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“Are you sure?” Linden asked as she reached for and lowered the straps of the dress down her arms. She leaned in, kissed Asher’s shoulder, and added, “We can take our time, Ash.”

“Wehavebeen taking our time. It’s been ten years,” she said with a laugh because she needed to relieve this nervous tension somehow.

“You know it doesn’t work like that,” Linden whispered in her ear before she nibbled on Asher’s earlobe.

“I know what I want,” she said, taking Linden’s hand, which had ended up on her hip, and moving it around her body until it was pressed just under her breast because she needed Linden to do the rest.

“This is not because of the joke I made earlier, right?” Linden asked, not moving her hand.

“No,” Asher said.

“And you really want this, Ash? You want it now? You don’t want to wait?”

Asher nodded in response and felt Linden’s hand move to her breast. Linden cupped it gently, and Asher’s head went back a bit at how good it felt, with Linden just doing that.

“Asher?”

“Yes?” she asked softly.

Linden moved back a bit then, and Asher’s dress fell from her body. She was standing there now only in her beige bra and bikinis, wishing she’d thought to wear something a little sexier for her first time with a woman, her first time with Linden.

“Can you turn around?” Linden requested.

Asher swallowed again, wondering how she was even still standing up, with how wobbly her legs were right now, but she did what Linden asked of her. She turned, and Linden’s hand fell from her breast while she took a step back to look at her. Asher felt her eyes on her body everywhere all at once.

“I know I’ve seen you in a bikini before, but this is…” she said softly. “You’re so beautiful, Asher. God, you’re so beautiful, and I can’t believe this is actually happening.”

“I need help,” Asher said.

“Help?”

“I don’t know how to do this, Linden.” She knew her voice was shaking now.

“Oh. Okay,” Linden said. “Well, I think we can start by moving to the bed, if you want.”

“Yeah, okay,” she replied.

Linden took her hand, walked them to the bed, where she sat Asher down, and she stood in front of her, smiling down at her. There was no smirk, no swagger, nothing that told Asher that she’d done this a thousand times and knew exactly what todo, and Asher put it together when Linden’s hands shook a little at the buttons of her own shirt.

“You’re nervous,” she said.

“Yes,” Linden replied.

Asher reached for her hands and pushed them gently away so that she could take over with the buttons until they were all undone before Linden took it off the rest of the way. She had on a white undershirt that Asher watched her discard next. Soon, Linden was standing there in a white sports bra with a gray band at the bottom and her black slacks, looking so very beautiful. Asher placed a hand on her stomach, feeling Linden’s warm skin against her palm and wanting to touch more of her but not knowing where to begin.

Linden seemed a little more confident now, though, as she reached for the button and zipper on her pants, letting them lower until they were at her thighs. Then, she moved back and kicked them off, revealing white boy shorts with a gray band that matched the sports bra.

“Oh, my God,” Asher let out.

“What?” Linden asked.

“You’re my type.”

“What?” she asked again as she reached behind Asher to remove the hair clip for her.

“You asked me when we were setting up that stupid app. You said something about my type, and I said that maybe–”

“Oh,” Linden said, remembering.

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