Kaydee and the Tramp
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“Show me how a woman makes love to a woman.”
Hearing that from any hetero female is normally a
deal breaker. But when lesbian Kaydee Truman is propositioned with those words
by her longtime secret crush—her best friend’s widowed stepmom—temptation
takes a front seat to propriety. Savanah Kirtright exudes irresistible sex
appeal, and her many past experiences lie solely with men. Savanah’s
unexpected enthusiasm to learn how to please a woman proves to be more than
Kaydee can resist.
Which
turns out to be the worst mistake of her life.
But how
can such an agonizing slip-up feel so damn right? Neither Kaydee nor Savanah
have the answer. All they know is, one sultry summer day by the lake leaves
Kaydee and her new lover to make choices that will forever change their lives.
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No. I was fooling myself. My controlling,
somewhat spoiled best friend, Melanie, would never blow it off good-naturedly.
She’d kick my ass—or rather, try to—if she ever found out I made out with her
stepmom, Savanah.
But she’d only find out if one of us
told her…
So why did I hesitate, then? Was I
making excuses, using Melanie as a shield to protect me from the
oh-my-god-what-if-I-fail scenario? Could I actually be intimidated by a
prospective female lover for the first time in my life just because she embodied
my ultimate older-woman fantasy?
Holy crap, my answer had to be yes. I
wanted to throw my head back and laugh myself right off the pier. Here I was
being a wuss, and yet I had the prowess and long-term experience to turn the
most hetero woman gay if I chose to.
"Look, here’s the deal. I’m a woman
alone and very much attracted to you. You’re a woman unattached at the moment,
if I’ve got my information correct. And if my intuition is also correct, you’re
attracted to me too." She winked. "You always have been. Haven’t you, Kaydee?"
Well, she had that right, for damn
sure.
And now that she’d succinctly voiced
her reasons for asking me here, there seemed to be no way around it. Melanie’s
stepmom
did
have the hots for me. My pulse
accelerated and rapped against my sternum.
"Yes," I finally answered. "I must
admit I’ve always been attracted to you." I clenched the muscles in my aching
pussy. Oh God, the possibilities here…
She smiled, her teeth sparkling like a
row of huge white diamonds in her mouth. "I knew it."
A gentle gust of wind blew her hair
over her shoulder and across her chest. My gaze latched on to one breast where
the strands had just settled. The nipple speared through the thick flaxen mass
and I imagined the hard knot grazing back and forth over mine. My breasts
engorged with heat and my cunt quickened with the need to taste her, to feel her
skin gliding over mine, to fuck her with my fingers and my tongue and my
strap-on dildo.
Just fuck my best friend’s stepmom like
she’d never been fucked before.
Jesus. Unbelievable. I felt like a
teenager experiencing lesbianism for the first time. If I were male, I’d
probably have just blown my premature wad all over myself.
"C’mon, it’s okay." She tucked my hair
behind my ear. Her gaze followed the move with tender care while my heart
fluttered and I held in a gulp of air. I waited for her next words, which
subsequently stopped my heart. "Show me how a woman makes love to a woman.
Please. Right here, right now. I’m wet just imagining it. I’ve been so horny
waiting for you to get here. Christ, even with a hangover, I woke up at five
this morning unable to get back to sleep, totally on fire. But I didn’t do
anything about it. I wanted to wait. You know, let it simmer."
I huffed out a breath. "Whoa, simmer?
For a virgin lesbian, you sure do know how to get things cooking."
She laughed, husky and sweet. Her grin
faded. "Take my virginity, then. Show me how it feels, tastes, smells. I want to
be completely tutored."
Ah, here we go, the final temptation.
Her brazen proposition coupled with
the sound of her provocative voice reached down into my soul and snapped that
last thread of resistance. My juices spilled out of my vagina and soaked through
my panties and onto the crotch of my shorts. I fisted my fingers in the hair at
the back of her head. Her simmering concept appealed to me, so I fielded the
instinct to yank her mouth to mine. Instead, I moved in slowly, as stealthy as a
panther.
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