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“Yeah. Do you not like that?”
Myra smiled and kissed her.
“Honestly, I’ve only done it once. It’s an overly hyped thing you see in porn and–” Her eyes widened. “Elisa Benedetti, did you watch lesbian porn where ladies scissored?”
Elisa flushed and buried her head in Myra’s chest.
“That’s hot,” Myra said. “Did you touch yourself while you watched?”
Elisa nodded into Myra’s breasts.
“Was it good?”
She nodded again.
“Do you want to do that now?”
“Touch myself?” she asked, surprised.
“That or the scissoring thing.”
Elisa pulled back and asked, “We could?”
“If you want.”
“Is it stupid?”
“Why would it be stupid?” Myra asked as she ran a hand through Elisa’s mussed hair.
“I don’t know. You said it was overhyped.”
“Doesn’t mean that we can’t do it. It also doesn’t mean that it doesn’t feel good. It’ll feel like what we just did from another angle.”
“Well, that felt really good, what we just did.”
“Yes, it did,” Myra agreed. “Do you want to try it now or later?”
“Later? There’s more later?” Elisa asked.
Myra gave her an adoring smile and replied, “I told you, there’s all night.”
“You have to work tomorrow,” she noted.
“So?” Myra asked.
“Power tools, Myra.”
“I won’t hold any,” Myra replied. “I’m going to go out on a limb and say that you’ve probably never stayed up all night being worshipped by someone who’s crazy about you. Right?”
Elisa could only nod.
“And that you also probably want to touch me, too.”
She nodded fervently this time, which made Myra laugh a little.
“Then, all night it is,” Myra said and kissed her slowly, like she was reveling in it.
Elisa had no idea how she had gotten this lucky. She’d been craving someone like Myra her entire life, not giving herself the chance to find her. She really thought she would be a divorced, single woman for the rest of her life or, at least, for a very long time, but she’d managed to move right next to a perfect woman for her. They stayed like that for a while, with Myra kissing Elisa’s lips before she kissed her neck againand lowered her lips to Elisa’s breasts. After bathing them in attention for several minutes, Myra lowered her mouth still and hovered over Elisa’s center.
