Page 24 of Not My Problem

Gretchen

As I watched Zoe finish her sundae I was having a hard time remembering why sleeping with her would be such a bad idea.

We’d only known each other for a little over a week but my feelings for her were growing by the hour. I loved spending time with her, and based on those three steamy kisses we’d shared, I had no doubt that we’d be sexually compatible. I silently laughed at myself. Sexually compatible? We were going to burn up the bed, I didn’t doubt it for a minute. The longer we waited, the more I wanted her.

“What are you thinking about?” Zoe asked. “You got all serious there for a minute.”

We might have only known each other for a short time, but we’d already learned to read each other’s moods. I put my ice cream down on the table and turned to face her.

“I was thinking I’m tired of fighting this.”

“This?” Hope flared in her eyes, followed closely by wariness.

“The attraction between us,” I clarified. “I want you more than I’ve wanted anyone in my entire life.”

I was giving her my truth, she deserved that.

“I feel the same way,” she said softly. “I want you, and even though we’re very different, I like you too. Like it’s not just sexual. I consider you a friend now, but I’d still like more.”

“What are we going to do about this?” I mused. “I don’t know how your grandmother is going to feel about coming home and discovering that her friend is sleeping with her granddaughter.”

“She’s coming back in what? Nine days? Let’s just make the most of the time we have, and we’ll figure things out when Jan gets back. Maybe we’ll fuck each other a few times and get it out of our systems.”

“Do you really think that will happen?” I asked.

She smirked. “No. Not at all. I have a feeling like once we have a taste we’ll both just want more. But knowing that there’s an expiration date on this, or a potential expiration anyway, makes it easier to do what I want to do.”

“What do you want to do?”

Her voice was solemn. “I want to lay you out on the bed, wear your thighs as earmuffs, and lick your pussy until you’re coming all over my face.”

I blinked in shock. “I didn’t know you were a dirty talker.”

She smirked. “Now you know.”

“So nine days. No strings, no promises. Status to be determined later, correct?”

“Correct.” She stuck out a hand. “Should we shake on it?”

I’d never sealed a sexual deal with a handshake before, but I figured there was a first time for everything.

“Deal.”

Her fingers wrapped around mine, and I popped out of my chair, pulling her up with me. After a quick stop in the kitchen to throw away our ice cream containers we headed down the hallway to my bedroom.

“Ooh, the secret lair,” Zoe teased.

“Get naked,” I ordered.

She gave me a snappy salute. “Yes ma’am.”

We faced each other as we undressed. We started by kicking off our shoes. She lifted her shirt over her head while I unbuttoned mine, both of us letting things fall to the floor. Next came the bras. I stood transfixed, watching as Zoe’s full breasts jiggled from the movement. I’d always been a breast woman. I couldn’t resist lowering my head to flick my tongue against the tip.

While I teased her nipple Zoe shoved her shorts and panties down, then reached over to help me finish undressing too. When we were both naked we closed the distance between us, both of us moving at the same time, bodies slotting together perfectly as our lips found each other.

I tilted my head, moving closer still, fingers digging into the soft skin at her waist.

“You taste like chocolate,” I whispered against her lips.