Page 20 of Just For Her

Kaylacouldn’tletherinexperience with women show. Not after putting her mind to flirting with this lonely woman and accomplishing a kiss in only a few minutes.

Of course, kisses often turned to more when the lights were off, and they occupied a soft couch beneath a warm blanket.

Imagine that. Kissing a woman is nice.Something that Kayla had never considered before that week now felt as natural as putting the moves on Thomas and hoping it ended with a ring on her finger. Tove wasn’t short or under-endowed, but her lips were petite, and the way she kissed was with the polite heft of a woman who wanted to have a good time without devouring her partner whole. Even when her tongue parted her mouth and deftly entered Kayla’s, it was with careful attention. Every second was precious in Tove’s romantic world.

Already, Kayla was prepared. For anything.

There’s no going back from this.She wrapped her arms around Tove. Part of Kayla’s eagerness was to seal the deal and get this relationship rolling before it sputtered out into nothing but wasted energy. Another part, however, was curious to see how someone like Tove made love. Kayla had never been with a woman, after all. Until that moment, she had never considered it, let alone a kiss that remained unbroken while they tightly embraced on the couch, legs entwining and Kayla guiding Tove’s hand beneath the hem of her dress.

Her touch was polite but firm. Like the speech of an administrator who had a reputation to protect.That’s already hot.Kayla urged her legs to open around Tove, who was frustratingly still glued to the far side of the couch.

“God help me,” she whispered sweetly, while Tove diverted her lips to kiss a ring around Kayla’s throat. “I think you’ve woken it all up.”

Tove hesitated, but her voice was deeper than the mess Kayla wanted to find herself in. “Woken what up?”

“Everything.” Kayla shimmied closer, but Tove gently pushed her back against the couch before encircling her with the blanket. “My body.” She wasn’t lying, either. Whenever Kayla seduced someone else, whether for fun or potential sugar baby profit, she was often genuinely turned on. Just because this was more about necessity now… well, as it turned out, she didn’t mind a fifty-year-old woman who had her life together. Especially if that woman had enough strength in her movements to pin Kayla to a piece of furniture and take her right there.Lean into it. Go for it. Don’t think about it.If nothing else, it was an experience. When else would Kayla have the opportunity to hook up with a woman who knew what she was doing? Because everything about Tove’s energy suggested she not only knew what she wanted in bed but was willing to do most of the work.

As it so happened, that’s what Kayla was used to. Did that make her one of those fabled pillow princesses?

“Especially this.” Before one of them lost their nerve, Kayla took Tove’s hand. The tight fit of her dress didn’t allow Kayla to spread her legs wide, but she didn’t struggle to get Tove’s hand in there. Almost immediately, a deep, satisfied sigh throbbed in Tove’s throat. Or maybe that was Kayla expressing her excitement. “Been a long time since it was so accommodating.”

She knew how silly that sounded in the moment?It… came out.And it worked on Tove, who took the hint. With her mouth back on Kayla, Tove dipped her hand between her partner’s thighs and pressed her fingers against the only thing separating her from glory.

“Ah!” Kayla clung to Tove, savoring a moment of sincere clarity. No longer was this a plan. Or a hope. Or a whim! They were doing this. The path to the future opened before Kayla, and if she were honest?The road diverges in the wood, and one path leads to my pussy.

“You okay?” Tove asked, hand firmly clasped on one of Kayla’s thighs.

“What?”

“You were laughing.”

“No, no, keep going.”

She meant that, too. The closer Tove came to rubbing Kayla’s mound, the closer Kayla came to declaring a new allegiance in the battle of the sexes. Those delicate, experienced fingers knew more about pleasuring Kayla in those few seconds than anyone else she had ever been with, and she didn’t think she was a terrible lover by any stretch. She rarely had much to complain about when it came to the carnal side of her dating life.I’m far from a virgin, but this is still so new.Perhaps that was a core part of the thrill. Kayla needed to know how much – or how little – she lied when she declared she was bisexual.

This is definitely making a good case.

Yet there was still an element of seduction that colored her reactions. When Kayla flung herself against the back of the couch and pulled her dress up over her hips so her legs could spread wide beneath the quilt, she did it with a moan that existed to keep Tove in the trap. The more entrenched Tove became, the more she came out of her shell as if the lesbian seductress of urban legends originated in this one woman who thought she had put that behind her.

“I think this is why you came here.” Tove knelt on the couch, her body enveloping Kayla, who had never felt so caught in a dangerous trap. “You wanted me.”

“Guilty.” It was almost too easy to lie now. Kayla followed her instincts, the same ones urging her to keep her legs open as Tove pulled aside the fabric separating her from the absolute point of no return. “Fuck me, already.”

“Doesn’t take much, does it?” The more Tove talked like this, with that low, gravelly voice, the more addicted Kayla became.If anyone else called me a slut on the couch, I’d kick them to the curb.Tove, though? Kayla almost dared her to say it. Could have been hot coming from a woman who had been around the block.She’d know what one looks like, after all.Kayla wouldn’t mind donning that mantle in the bedroom. In a way, she completely owned that part of herself. Sex was transactional, after all. Yet the transaction wasn’t only money, security, or sanctuary. It was pleasure, too. Kayla put out in the hopes of improving her situation.

Things were definitely improving right now.

“Not at all.” With a fistful of Tove’s sweater in her hand, Kayla pulled her closer, teasing her with another kiss as one finger parted her nether lips and found her clit faster than anyone else had before. This time, the gasp of surprise was genuine. Kayla threw herself into the sensation, the back of her head on the couch, her chest jutted out, and her soul bared to a woman who couldn’t read it even if she were literate in Kayla Smith.

“You are something else.” Tove continued to say whatever came to her mind as she touched Kayla in a place that had her sweetly moaning in a stranger’s dark and quiet living room. “Definitely the hottest thing to ever get fingered on this couch.”

“Am I the only one who has been fucked on your couch?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Yes, Kayla did. She wanted the vindication that she was hot enough to bring this woman to her knees.Take me to bed, marry me, make me Mrs. Fredriksson.No longer did Kayla care what gender her spouse was. “Mrs. Fredriksson” was now a goal. A beautiful, intoxicating ideal that came with it this cozy snow-covered house and enough pleasure to leave her eyes permanently rolled into the back of her head.

“Ah…ah…” That sound permanently resided in Kayla’s throat as her body welcomed the deft movements of Tove’s fingers. The parts of her not shuddering in relief were busy getting used to the idea. Her passivity on this couch was not unwelcomed, though – even if Kayla attempted to take off Tove’s clothes and fumble her way through pleasuring another woman, it didn’t matter. Tove was in charge. Kayla may coquettishly put ideas in the older woman’s head, but she was still at Tove’s mercy.What great mercy it is, too.Too bad all Kayla could say in praise was,“Ah!”Not“That feels amazing,”or“Do it harder, faster.”Basic cavewoman sounds until she died of orgasm.

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