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"What are you thinking, Gen?"
"I find you...very attractive." What a stupid thing to say. Lyda probably heard things like that all the time. Was she really playing teenage mind games, trying to figure out the cool thing to say? Was she regressing that badly? Just be an adult and say what you mean. "I haven't ever been attracted to a woman like this. Not past the casual fantasy level."
"Then I'm flattered I've won your attention. Take off your bra, Gen."
No matter what conflicting thoughts were going through Gen's head, Lyda was right about one thing. Something about all of this worked for Gen. Maybe it wouldn't tomorrow. Maybe she'd think she'd lost her mind, but tonight, when Lyda spoke, she wanted to obey. Unhooking the bra beneath the dress, she slid the straps out the sleeves, pulled the whole garment free. At Lyda's nod, she folded it neatly and laid it on the coffee table.
Lyda straightened on the couch, putting both feet on the floor. "Stand up in front of me. Don't be worried, Gen."
When Gen complied, Lyda cupped her hands around Gen's breasts, exploring their weight and shape through the thin dress fabric. She kneaded them gently, stroked her thumbs over them. She didn't touch the nipples, even though Gen could see as well as Lyda how stiff they were, begging for the contact. Instead, Lyda dropped her hold to Gen's hips and brought her close enough her legs touched Lyda's knees. "Spread your legs so they're wider than my feet."
She did, and Lyda slipped a hand between Gen's legs, up under the short skirt. When her knuckles slid over Gen's labia, teasing her clit, Gen swayed in reaction. Lyda's other hand tightened on her hip. "Put your hand on my shoulder."
She'd take any excuse to touch the woman, and this one allowed her to twine her fingers in the silky hair that had fallen forward on the shoulder Lyda had bared. She had silky skin as well. When Gen inhaled, she got a faint whiff of perfumed powder. Gen drew in a breath as Lyda inserted a finger beneath the panties and pushed up inside her pussy. When the muscles contracted in response, Lyda let out a pleased hum. "Nice and wet."
Gen heard her pussy make a sucking sound on Lyda's fingers as she explored. She had no time to be embarrassed over that, because whatever else she did made Gen bite back a moan.
"Keep your other hand at your side, unless I direct you otherwise. You hold onto my shoulder with the one hand, I'll keep you steady with th
e other one. You're safe with me, Gen. Do you understand?"
She didn't understand it, but she certainly felt it in this moment. Her uneasiness about that wasn't strong enough to make Gen want to stop what was happening.
"You said you haven't really taken it past the fantasy stage." Lyda asked the casual question as her hand stayed busy. "So you've never had sex with a woman, Gen? Played with one during your teenage years?"
Gen shook her head. "A little experimenting in high school. The usual stuff. Mostly fantasy, though."
"Did you ever think about taking it past the fantasy stage?"
"Right now." Gen's throat was dry. "A lot."
Lyda's expression was capable of making Gen's cunt suck harder on her hand. She wanted that mouth on her. Her fingers tightened on Lyda's shoulder, her body yearning forward.
The woman made a pleased murmur. "You're hot for it right now, that's for certain. When you were fantasizing about it before, did you think about taking it further then?"
"No. I kept it at fantasies. I figured that was normal for most straight women."
"Straight and gay are relative terms on a normal day, but especially when it comes to Dominant and submissive behavior." Lyda took her hand away from Gen's hip to slip another several hooks. It opened the corset enough that she could fold it back, the stiff cloth holding it in that position to reveal a full, blue-veined, pale-skinned breast with a deep-mauve areola and nipple.
"Would you like to put your mouth on me here, Gen?"
Gen's mouth was too dry to swallow. Lyda gave her a sharper look. "For some things, I'll take a nonverbal response. Not for this. Ask me for what you want."
"I want to suck...put my mouth on you. Please."
Lyda's eyes glittered, her mouth firming. "Already jumping ahead in your mind, aren't you? You're going to need to be on your knees, aren't you?"
They weakened immediately, her body already telling her it wasn't going to listen to any rational arguments against this.
Lyda slid her hand free and used both hands to ease Gen back and down to her knees, widening her own to give her the ability to shift closer. "Hands still at your sides," she reminded her. "Mouth only. And get rid of the panties."
Gen bit back a protest, because her fingers were itching to touch Lyda's curves. But the denial added a sweet bolt of longing to her core. As expected, Gen couldn't remove her underwear as smoothly in a kneeling position as Noah, but she managed it under that molten stare, setting them aside. When she moistened her lips, anticipating what would happen next, Lyda didn't make her wait long.
Cupping Gen's head, Lyda brought her forward again, her other arm sliding around her shoulders, gathering her in. "Put your mouth on me, Gen. Suck my nipple. Show me if you know how to give me pleasure."
Gen parted her lips. She was barely breathing as she made contact. It felt the way her own nipple felt, crinkled roughness and soft both. She explored, sliding her tongue around it, then opened her mouth wider, wanting to taste the pale flesh beyond. She traced several of those blue veins with her tongue, then returned to the nipple and took a stronger suck on it. Lyda made a noise...pleasure. She was giving a Mistress pleasure. Her Mistress, for tonight.
Lyda molded her hand over the back of Gen's skull. Gen wanted to put both her arms around Lyda's waist and hips. Wanted to let her fingers slide over latex and feel just how tight it was molded to Lyda's ass. She couldn't be wearing anything under it.
