throat, and Rebecca snapped back into the moment. “Should I take that as a stinging rebuke?”
“No.” Rebecca motioned for Sharon to slide over, and she sat gingerly on the side of the bed. “It isn’t you.” Rebecca ran her thumb across Sharon’s bottom lip. “Heaven knows you’re sexy, and I’m completely soaked.”
“But?” Sharon propped herself up on an elbow.
“But this isn’t me.” Rebecca struggled for the words; Sharon deserved her honesty. “When Cynthia cheated on me—”
“Ouch.”
“Exactly.” Rebecca fidgeted with the sheets. “Anyway, when she cheated on me, I think I lost my confidence. I no longer trusted my judgment and I felt so…I don’t know…unattractive. It was like being that teenager all over again.”
“I totally get that.” Sharon’s eyes were kind. Rebecca noted that she made no move to cover herself.
“I think maybe tonight, this,” Rebecca indicated the two of them, “was my way of reminding myself that there are women out there—remarkably attractive women—who might want me.”
Sharon nodded sympathetically, but did not try to touch her.
“I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have let this go so far.” Rebecca started to get up. Sharon stopped her with a hand on her wrist.
“Hey. It’s okay. I don’t want you to feel badly about this, Rebecca.” Sharon covered her hand with her free hand. “I’m a big girl. As I told you up front, I was just looking to mark the experience off on my bucket list. I’m not deluded enough to think this was ever going to be anything but a pleasant diversion. And it certainly was that.” Again, she eyed Rebecca appreciatively. “You are very beautiful. And that Cynthia, whoever she is, is an ass.”
“Still, I feel like a cad.”
“Stop it. I’m well satisfied, my body feels great, and I’ve got a wonderful memory to tuck away in my mental journal of outstandingly fun experiences. I promise you, this is one reunion I’ll remember quite fondly.”
Rebecca rose from the bed, leaned over, and gently kissed Sharon’s lips. “You’re an amazing woman. Whoever ends up with you will be very, very lucky.”
“I’m not planning to settle down anytime soon, but thank you for the compliment. Now you’d better get going before I forget my manners and decide to ravage you anyway.”
Rebecca caressed Sharon’s cheek with her fingertips, and then planted a kiss there. “I’d tell you to keep in touch…”
Sharon laughed. “I promise if I’m ever in Vermont, I’ll look you up.”
“Good. Seems I owe you that champagne we never got around to ordering.”
“Good point. Goodbye, Rebecca. I hope you find everything you’re looking for.”
“You too, Sharon. You too.”
Sharon rose and disappeared into the bathroom. Rebecca understood that this was her way of allowing Rebecca to dress and slip out without any more awkwardness. And she was grateful.
Rebecca managed to get out of the hotel and back to where she was staying without running into anyone from the reunion. She let herself into her room, tossed her purse and the room and car keys on the dresser, and stepped out of her clothes on her way into the bathroom. She still was aroused, and the fact that her hands smelled like sex didn’t help.
She stepped into the shower and allowed the hot water to flow over her back as she soaped herself. Her breasts were sensitive, and the slightest touch sent pinpricks of pleasure shooting directly to her center. She slipped a finger into the wetness and groaned. That’s when she saw Cynthia’s face in her mind’s eye. Rebecca withdrew her finger, rested her forehead against the coolness of the shower wall, and cried. It had been more than a year since the ugly ending with her ex, and in all that time, Rebecca had successfully brought herself to orgasm exactly once.
Rebecca wondered if that wasn’t the real reason she had resisted Sharon’s touch. How embarrassing would it have been to fail to
“No.” Rebecca motioned for Sharon to slide over, and she sat gingerly on the side of the bed. “It isn’t you.” Rebecca ran her thumb across Sharon’s bottom lip. “Heaven knows you’re sexy, and I’m completely soaked.”
“But?” Sharon propped herself up on an elbow.
“But this isn’t me.” Rebecca struggled for the words; Sharon deserved her honesty. “When Cynthia cheated on me—”
“Ouch.”
“Exactly.” Rebecca fidgeted with the sheets. “Anyway, when she cheated on me, I think I lost my confidence. I no longer trusted my judgment and I felt so…I don’t know…unattractive. It was like being that teenager all over again.”
“I totally get that.” Sharon’s eyes were kind. Rebecca noted that she made no move to cover herself.
“I think maybe tonight, this,” Rebecca indicated the two of them, “was my way of reminding myself that there are women out there—remarkably attractive women—who might want me.”
Sharon nodded sympathetically, but did not try to touch her.
“I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have let this go so far.” Rebecca started to get up. Sharon stopped her with a hand on her wrist.
“Hey. It’s okay. I don’t want you to feel badly about this, Rebecca.” Sharon covered her hand with her free hand. “I’m a big girl. As I told you up front, I was just looking to mark the experience off on my bucket list. I’m not deluded enough to think this was ever going to be anything but a pleasant diversion. And it certainly was that.” Again, she eyed Rebecca appreciatively. “You are very beautiful. And that Cynthia, whoever she is, is an ass.”
“Still, I feel like a cad.”
“Stop it. I’m well satisfied, my body feels great, and I’ve got a wonderful memory to tuck away in my mental journal of outstandingly fun experiences. I promise you, this is one reunion I’ll remember quite fondly.”
Rebecca rose from the bed, leaned over, and gently kissed Sharon’s lips. “You’re an amazing woman. Whoever ends up with you will be very, very lucky.”
“I’m not planning to settle down anytime soon, but thank you for the compliment. Now you’d better get going before I forget my manners and decide to ravage you anyway.”
Rebecca caressed Sharon’s cheek with her fingertips, and then planted a kiss there. “I’d tell you to keep in touch…”
Sharon laughed. “I promise if I’m ever in Vermont, I’ll look you up.”
“Good. Seems I owe you that champagne we never got around to ordering.”
“Good point. Goodbye, Rebecca. I hope you find everything you’re looking for.”
“You too, Sharon. You too.”
Sharon rose and disappeared into the bathroom. Rebecca understood that this was her way of allowing Rebecca to dress and slip out without any more awkwardness. And she was grateful.
Rebecca managed to get out of the hotel and back to where she was staying without running into anyone from the reunion. She let herself into her room, tossed her purse and the room and car keys on the dresser, and stepped out of her clothes on her way into the bathroom. She still was aroused, and the fact that her hands smelled like sex didn’t help.
She stepped into the shower and allowed the hot water to flow over her back as she soaped herself. Her breasts were sensitive, and the slightest touch sent pinpricks of pleasure shooting directly to her center. She slipped a finger into the wetness and groaned. That’s when she saw Cynthia’s face in her mind’s eye. Rebecca withdrew her finger, rested her forehead against the coolness of the shower wall, and cried. It had been more than a year since the ugly ending with her ex, and in all that time, Rebecca had successfully brought herself to orgasm exactly once.
Rebecca wondered if that wasn’t the real reason she had resisted Sharon’s touch. How embarrassing would it have been to fail to
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