Page 33 of The Politician

“Right, I’ll be off then.”

She hugged him, sensing he didn’t want to leave.

“Mum said that you’re welcome for Sunday lunch,” he said.

Kendra smiled. There was little chance of getting too much time on her own without her parents expecting her home for family meals. At least their place was a short walk away, so it would be quick to get to and easy to escape from. “Thanks.”

After he left, she set to making the bed, then made sure the television worked, and put on a music station while she took a shower. By the time she settled onto the beanbag with a whisky in her hand and one of her mum’s meals heating in the microwave, the evening had drawn in. She didn’t expect anyone to knock at her door. Maybe it was a neighbour, or her dad inviting her back to the house for dinner.

She leapt up and opened the door. “Sarah.” Her stomach did a somersault, and heat blossomed in her chest and flushed her cheeks. “Come in.”

Sarah handed out a box of chocolates and a bottle of champagne in a box. “It’s just a small flat-warming gift.”

Kendra shut the door and went through to the kitchen area. “Can I get you a drink?”

Sarah glanced at Kendra’s glass on the floor by the beanbag. “Yes, thanks.”

Kendra poured her a whisky. “I don’t have much furniture, but you can use that,” she said, pointing to the beanbag.

Kendra sat on the floor as Sarah eased carefully into the beanbag. “How’re you feeling?”

Sarah sipped her drink. “Better. You?”

Kendra gestured around the room. “Better for moving in here,” she said.

“I’ve missed you,” Sarah said.

The longing she saw in Sarah’s expression reflected her own. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve been rushed all week, so I haven’t had the chance to really thank you for looking after me.”

Kendra smiled. “You already did.”

Sarah lowered her head, turned the glass around in her hand, and finished the drink. “I mean, demonstrate my thanks.”

Kendra finished her whisky. She sat against the beanbag and ran her finger up Sarah’s leg under her skirt. She pressed her fingers against the damp material between Sarah’s legs. “And how would you like to demonstrate your thanks?” she asked. There was that familiar quiver in Sarah’s lips and the hitch in her breathing as Kendra touched her. Kendra smiled. “Like this?” she whispered and kissed Sarah.

Sarah eased out of the kiss. She stood and held out her hand. “I’d like the comfort of a bed, if you have one.”

Kendra started to undress as she walked the short distance to the bedroom, leaving her clothes where they landed. Inside the room, she pushed Sarah onto the bed, lifted her skirt, and pulled off her panties. She positioned herself between Sarah’s legs and lowered herself against her sex, lifted her T-shirt and bra, took her nipple into her mouth, and sucked hard. Sarah thrust her hips forwards, and Kendra rocked against her. She kissed her mouth and continued to rock with Sarah’s rhythm. “I missed this,” Kendra said.

“Oh, fuck, yes.”

Sarah tugged her closer and kissed her harder. Kendra pulled out of the kiss, removed her clothes, and turned Sarah onto her front. She kissed down her neck, and her back, and bit her butt cheeks. She slid her hand between Sarah’s legs until the silky wetness slipped over her fingers. She entered Sarah, who arched her back. Kendra pinned her on the bed, spread her legs wider, and fucked her hard and fast. Sarah cried out as she came, and Kendra held her there, tenderly caressing inside her until the quaking subsided and with the lightest touch, she brought her swiftly to a second peak.

She rolled onto the bed and drew Sarah into her arms. “I love fucking you,” she whispered.

“Hm,” Sarah said, trying to regain her breath. “No comment.”

Kendra laughed. “You’re practising.”

“You’re incorrigible.”

“Yes, Prime Minister.”

Sarah laughed. She stroked Kendra’s chest, making circles around her nipple, and Kendra moaned.

“I was wondering if you’d like to come to the twins’ birthday party. It’s in London, June sixth, from midday onwards.”

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