“Do you maybe want to put the cards down now?”
“Oh. You don’t want to go the full thirty minutes? Sorry, I’m a bit of a rule follower. I’m also pretty nervous right now, which is why my knuckles are white on these cards.”
Debra laughed a bit again, and this time, Kristina could definitely feel her nervousness.
“What’s something you miss about sex?”
“That’s not on the next card.” Debra looked down. “It asks about our weirdest habit or quirk.”
“Let’s go off-script for a minute,” she suggested.
“Okay.”
“I miss a woman paying attention to my whole body,” she admitted. “The foreplay. I love a good orgasm, but I miss a woman touching me everywhere first. What about you?”
“I miss a woman going down on me,” Debra answered softly. “I like fingers, and some toys are good, too, but I love a woman’s mouth on me. Is that okay to say?”
“Of course, it is,” Kristina replied. “I love that part. My wife liked it enough, especially in the beginning, but didn’t want it often.”
“Mine loved it,” Debra said with a little chuckle. “And when I went down on her, too.”
“Well, since I love doing that, and you love receiving that, maybe I could do that to you tonight?”
Debra’s eyes widened a bit.
“Or not. It was just a suggestion. I was thinking it might be a nice way for us both to get back into things.”
“No, that… that would be great,” Debra said. “And I love foreplay. I could maybe do that for you.”
“Yeah?” she asked with a lifted eyebrow.
“It’s been a long time. I might not be any good at the whole giving you an orgasm part, but I’d love to try.”
“Same for me.” Kristina smiled at her. “Maybe that’s… why we were paired together first.”
“Why?”
“Because we could do this scary thing with and for each other, knowing, at least in some respects, what the other person might be going through. There’s no pressure; just two people making each other feel good, hopefully, but mostly, making the other person feel comfortable and safe. A warm-up.” She smiled wider.
“Yeah, I think I’d like that,” Debra replied and smiled, too. “You are a very beautiful woman, Kristina.”
“So are you,” she said before she leaned over and kissed Debra gently on the lips. “Shall we?”
CHAPTER 16
Debra
Debra hadn’t been kissed by a woman who wasn’t her wife since she was seventeen years old, and that alone made her nervous, but she thought she understood what Kristina had meant by suggesting this. Tonight could be a warm-up for both of them; a way for them to be touched again in the ways that they wanted to be touched or the ways that they’d missed, even though it wasn’t likely that they would be leaving here together. There was just something that told Debra that Kristina wasn’t the one for her, but they could have tonight. She didn’t exclude the idea of them leaving together entirely because she could be wrong, but as beautiful as Kristina was, and shewasbeautiful, Debra didn’t feel anything intensely for her even now, when she should be wanting to tear her clothes off. She hoped to feel that again one day.
When Kristina moved to stand in front of her, Debra watched her pull off her slacks and shirt, and she licked her lips at the idea of being touched again. It had been so very long. As she went to pull off her own shirt and set it aside on the bed, Kristina appeared nervous for the next part, so Debra reached for her and pulled her in between her legs. Then, she kissed Kristina’s bare stomach while she reached around for her bra to unclasp it, and when it landed on the floor, she covered thebreasts now on display with her hands and began to massage them.
“God, I’ve missed this,” she admitted.
“Me too,” Kristina shared.
“The weight of a woman’s breasts in your hands.” She leaned in and kissed between them. “There’s not much better than that.”
“Mine are… too small.”
