Page 53 of Just For Her

“I don’t know where my twenties went.” Kayla gazed out the window. “Work, I guess. Dating the wrong people as well.” What she didn’t mention was that those two things went hand-in-hand. So much of her dating life was related to work and getting by that she didn’t know when real interest in a person began and sugar babying ended.When it’s all you know… well, what am I supposed to do?The money she got from her older lovers had helped her and Grady stay afloat. Everyone got by the best way they could.

Kayla could never mention that to Tove, though. It exposed them both in their most vulnerable spots.

So close…

Kayla only had to see this through a while longer. Starting with holding Tove’s hand on the dinner table while they ate.

It could be love…

She was so divorced from the thought that such a notion merely amused her. Tove was a lovely woman, sure, but never in a million years had Kayla thought,“This is it. This is the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.”She also didn’t need Tove to think the same about her. This relationship had been transactional from the start, whether Tove knew it or not.

Still, it had some great perks.

Tove never held back her intentions, be it by playing sensual footsie beneath a tablecloth or tonguing her girlfriend in the front seat of the car while they were parked right in front of the house. When the words“I’ve got a surprise for you”teased Kayla’s ear, she knew she was in for a treat. What she didn’t expect was being led up the stairs without turning on any of the lights…

…And discovering what Tove had packed in her weekend bag.

There had been hints that she was into some kinkier play, although she wasn’t anything like the people Kayla saw in the clubs back in Portland when she was either hunting for a new date or one of her boyfriends wanted to check out the swinger scene. Besides, the handcuffs in Tove’s nightstand went well with the toys she kept nearby.She’s a little freaky, and I like it.This was the woman who was almost always on top and in charge, which suited Kayla’s sensibilities regardless of who she dated. While she never thought of herself as “submissive,” if that was what Tove wanted to call her, Kayla would go along with it.

Yet Tove never talked like that. She merely pointed to wherever she wanted Kayla, and the woman went – anything to please her rich girlfriend.One of the hottest aphrodisiacs of all.

Tonight, she wanted Kayla by herself on the bed. While Kayla rolled around, Tove kept to a dark corner and rooted through her bag.

“What do you have in there for me, huh?” Kayla had not only learned every trick in the book, but she had figured out which ones worked best on the girlfriend she hoped to turn into a spouse. Whenever she kicked her feet into the air behind her, Tove looked. She wasn’t a fetishist, but she had mentioned more than once that Kayla had “mesmerizing feet.” She also wasn’t the kind whohadto undress her girlfriend, which was how Kayla ended up with her blouse off and one strap of her bold red bra halfway down her arm. It still didn’t fit quite right, but she didn’t care: it always worked on getting Tove in the mood, and that’s what Kayla needed.If she thinks I look best in red, I’ll get married in it.

Tove stood but kept to the shadows of the old matriarch’s bedroom.Talk about freaky.Kayla would do it in the attic if that was what her girlfriend wanted, but there was something naughty about rolling all over these fresh department store sheets when this room had seen any number of Fredriksson liaisons over the years.Including her great-grandmother, probably. Wouldn’t that be a treat to find out?Kayla wanted all the juicy gossip. For fun. For blackmail.

“I’ve been thinking about what a brat you can be sometimes.” Tove let those words hang in the air until she finally had Kayla’s half-divided attention again. “Like today on the slopes. You’ve been lying to me about more than one thing, haven’t you?”

Kayla fidgeted with the hem of her flowy skirt. Inch by inch, she removed the safety shorts she wore beneath. They eventually hung off the end of one foot until she kicked them onto the carpet. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said with a girlish pout. “Anything I’ve fibbed about is because I want to impress you. You’re so cool, Tove.” She rolled back, propping herself up on her hands and allowing both bra straps to fall until one of her nipples almost poked out of her bra.If it pops out hard, does that mean I win?Kaylawantedto enjoy sex with Tove, a woman who hadn’t once questioned whether her girlfriend had enough experience to call herself queer. In fact, she always seemed so above the quandary of identity politics. As refreshing as that would have been to a city kid like Kayla, she also yearned to know exactly where Tove stood on certain ideas – if only so she could work withthatas well.

I know she likes her girlfriends femme. She likes them bratty and full of personality. And she doesn’t mind a pillow princess like me.Kayla knew how to check boxes.

“So you lied about being a big skier? To impress me?”

Kayla shimmied her shoulders. “I promise there isn’t anything else.”

“How can I be so sure?” With her hands behind her back, Tove finally approached the bed. She was so deliciously stern with her hair pulled back from her face and that black turtleneck outlining her arms. Kayla knew a thing or two about what that body was capable of. “You’ll say anything I want to hear.”

Don’t call me out like that…Lest she lost all bravado, Kayla sat up and pulled her hair across her shoulder. It was the perfect cover for taking off her bra and tossing it at Tove, who didn’t move. “If it means you getting inside of me in five minutes instead of ten? Hell yeah.”

“You’re so sure that’s what I want.”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Kayla crawled to the end of the bed. Her breasts swung toward the comforter. “We didn’t do it last night. It almost felt sacrilegious to sleep together in this big room and not have some fun.”

“I was tired.”

“Hmph.” The bed creaked as Kayla knelt with her thighs spread wide, arms reaching above her head as she collected and spilled her hair as if she were posing for a raunchy website.Made some money doing that too.A long, long time ago. When she was twenty and still perfectly perky, she took advantage of certain websites that allowed her to go faceless in exchange for partial nudes that highlighted her flawless figure.If I did say so myself.(She did.) “That’s never stopped you from taking all you wanted from this.”

Tove openly stared at Kayla lifting her skirt. She may have still worn her underwear, but the intent was there. And it wasn’t like Tove hadn’t seen what was in that underwear a hundred times by now.Let’s talk about something else I’ve learned about her.Every older lover who liked to be in charge had their grooming preferences, and Tove was no different. Kayla had presented her pussy in various stages of hair growth and noticed that Tove got the most excited when a petite bush arrived.Not totally bare, not totally wild.Kayla could keep up with that.

She hoped Tove knew that’s what waited for her once she finally took what she wanted.

“When you reach my age, you begin to prioritize things in your life. That includes sex. Sometimes, sleep takes precedence.” Whatever Tove held in her hands remained hidden behind her back. “Other times, like tonight, my racier thoughts of you make me question my sanity. There’s only one way through that.” Her face contorted away from the smile she wished to flash Kayla as she leaned back, legs wide open and breasts on full display. “I have to fuck you.”

“What’s keeping you, hon?” Kayla hooked her finger at the woman leering at her from the middle of the room. “I’m ready for whatever you’ve got. You know I’ll scream as good in here as I do back in your house.” Her tongue flicked against her lips. “Whatever you want, as always.” Kayla knew her way around her girlfriend’s body by now. That included what she often kept closely guarded between her legs.

“Before I indulge,” Tove said with an even voice, “I need to know for sure that you’re not holding anything else from me.”

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