“Really not a problem,” Sharon replied, and when Debra rolled over, she moved on top of her.
“I like role-playing with you,” Debra shared.
“You do?”
“Yes. Have you done that before?”
Sharon shook her head and replied, “No, I just kind of went with it.”
“Well, you should go with it again.”
“Oh, yeah?” Sharon kissed her. “What would you like to role-play next, then?”
“When we get to your place, maybe we can look up some, I don’t know, costumes.”
“Why wait? We can do that while we’re here. I don’t think Nia would care about us using our phones or your computer at this stage.”
“I have plans right now,” Debra stated and rolled them over. “You make me insatiable; you know that?”
“I do?”
“Must be the whole dating a younger woman thing. Am I a cliché now?”
Sharon laughed and teased, “I think you might just be a cougar.”
“Hey, I didn’t seekouta younger woman. You just appeared.”
“Maybe I’m a cougar hunter, and you’re my prey, then.” Sharon smiled up at her.
“Sharon?”
“Yes?”
“I’m going to fall in love with you,” Debra told her. “I might be falling already.”
Sharon nodded and said, “Ditto.”
Debra looked at her as if she didn’t believe her, so Sharon cupped both of her cheeks.
“I want costumes, laptop movie-viewing, coming home to you smelling like coffee, and that dream vacation in the English countryside, okay? All of it. I want it with you.”
Sharon kissed her again, and Debra’s hips began rolling down into her. She still had no idea how she had gotten this lucky. She knew she would have some explaining to do back home because Debra wasn’t who her friends and family would expect for her partner, but Sharon didn’t care. She was falling in love, which wasn’t like her. She didn’t just meet someone and fall in love. She’d thought she would need time to really build a connection with someone and that this week would be a good start with whomever she met, if she met anyone at all, but here she was, with Debra on top of her, stroking her clit slowly while she sucked on her nipple, and Sharon knew she wanted her and only her.
Having never considered herself to be a romantic, she was surprised by how much Debra brought it out in her. She could picture all the romantic things she’d just mentioned and more.She could even see herself coming home to Debra, who would be waiting for her. Sharon would smell like the café, and Debra would pull her in close and breathe her in. They’d make dinner together and do the dishes before lying on the sofa. Sharon would have her head in Debra’s lap, and she’d tell her all about the bald guy with glasses who came in twice a day, always ordering six shots of espresso over ice.
“That’s twelve shots!” Debra would say. “How is he alive still?”
“No idea,” she’d reply as Debra ran a hand through her hair.
Sharon felt really happy right now and no longer even cared that she worked in a café instead of in tech, recruiting other people working in tech. Of course, that was probably because she was here and not at work, and she’d go back to hating it the moment she clocked back in, but for now, she wasn’t worried about that.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Please, baby.”
Debra pushed two fingers inside her after hovering for a minute, and Sharon knew she’d come quickly. It didn’t matter, she told herself. They didn’t have to say goodbye tomorrow. They could do this again and again all week, back at her place, and while they were there, they’d plan their next trip to see each other, where she’d likely visit Debra’s house for the first time.
When she came, it was softly. The orgasm wasn’t overwhelming, but it was still perfect, and she held Debra to her body, not wanting to let her go until Debra finally had to pull out and roll off her.
“So, costumes?” Debra said into the silence after a few minutes.
