“I love kissing you too.”
 
 “You’re a good kisser.”
 
 “So you are.”
 
 Taylor’s eyes darkened. “I’ve never— that— I— I know it’s going to
 
 sound weird, and don’t ask me if I’m sure because I am sure. About—
 
 about this and about what I want, but I’ve never— um— I’ve never been
 
 with a woman before.”
 
 Christina wasn’t exactly surprised. Taylor had said that she’d left her
 
 small town because she wasn’t accepted there for who she was. She also
 
 had a child and had spent a lot of years having to deny what she really felt
 
 and who she truly was. And she hadn’t been in Austin very long.
 
 “It’s alright,” Christina said softly. “I’ll go slow.”
 
 “I don’t want you to go slow,” Taylor panted, kissing her again. “I just
 
 — wanted you to know.”
 
 “It’s fine. If you want to do this, it doesn’t require you having lots of
 
 previous experience.” Christina felt the throbbing between her legs hammer
 
 harder at the thought of being Taylor’s first. It overwhelmed her, but it
 
 turned her blood into an inferno.
 
 Taylor spotted the big king bed and pulled Christina over with her. Their
 
 hands flew, stripping away clothing, fumbling, stepping, nearly falling.
 
 Something ripped as the seams stretched too hard. Taylor giggled. Christina
 
 didn’t stop peeling away clothes until Taylor was standing in a pink bra and
 
 plain white panties. Christina had to take a moment to let her eyes rake over
 
 Taylor’s beautiful curves. She was perfectly shaped. Her breasts overflowed
 
 the bra cups. Her belly was flat, curling into sensual hips and shapely legs.
 
 Taylor might be nervous, but her gaze was hot on Christina’s body as well.
 
 “You’re so perfect,” Taylor whispered in awe.
 
 Christina laughed softly as pleasure coursed through her. “So are you.”
 
 “But you’re— you’re— just— wow.”
 
 Christina ran her hand slowly down Taylor’s arm. Even that small