“Fuck,” Jennifer read the result.
“Fuck my lips?” Kristina asked with wide eyes.
“Maybe later,” Jennifer replied.
“It’s an option?”
Jennifer rolled again and read, “Kiss.”
“You can maybe stop there if you want,” Kristina suggested.
“You know what’s nice about landing on kiss?” Jennifer asked and shifted so that she was leaning up.
“What?”
“Kissing encompasses sucking and licking, too, so I can do all three at once.”
Kristina smiled at her, cupped Jennifer’s cheeks, pulled her in, and kissed her, not waiting for Jennifer to do it herself. Jennifer seemed a little surprised at first, but then she practically melted into the kiss. Kristina moved her lips against Jennifer’s very soft ones, and everything felt in direct contrast to her time with Sharon. That night had been about fucking and living out a fantasy for her, feeling wanted by someone else after her ex-wife hadn’t been interested and had mangled her already low self-esteem. But this kiss –hell, this whole night so far – had been the reason she had come here. It was about getting to know someone, finding out if they had important things in common, laughing, enjoying each other’s company, and yes, finding out if they were also compatible in other ways.
“You’re a very good kisser,” Jennifer told her before she pulled Kristina’s bottom lip between her own and sucked.
When Kristina moaned, Jennifer let go of her lip and slowly dragged her tongue along it as if to soothe it, but Kristina needed no soothing. This was exactly what she needed: just this with Jennifer. They kissed like that, with her straddling Jennifer and their hands roaming around everywhere they could go for several minutes before Kristina had to stop and pull back, laughing because someone was having sex, and she could hear it.
“Yes! Yes!”
Jennifer laughed, too, and said, “Well, that was fast.”
“Maybe it’s Becky and Helena,” she suggested.
“Maybe. Want to roll again?”
Kristina wanted to say no. She wanted to go back to the kissing they’d been doing, but she also liked the game they’d been playing and wanted to keep playing it, so she tossed the two dice onto the bed and checked them.
“Nibble and thighs.”
“Oh,” Jennifer said, sounding very interested.
“Are you up for that or should I roll again?”
“I’d have to get out of these pants,” Jennifer stated.
“I’m not stopping you.”
Jennifer chuckled and replied, “You actually are. You’re straddling me.”
“Oh, sorry.”
Kristina moved quickly.
“Don’t be. I want you back there later.”
Kristina watched Jennifer unbutton and unzip her jeans, and she wanted to do that herself but figured there could be a time for that in the future if they both wanted it. Jennifer was wearing white boy shorts, and her dark-blonde, nearly brown short hairs were visible under them. She was also turned on. Kristina could tell now, and she licked her lips at the idea ofgetting to nibble on those thighs so near to where Jennifer clearly wanted her to be. She moved slowly to settle between her thighs and breathed her in.
“Can you behave and just do what the dice say?” Jennifer teased.
“No idea,” she replied with a smirk. “And I can see that you don’t really want me to behave, either.”
“God, no, I don’t,” Jennifer admitted. “But we’re playing a game, so we should–”
