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benefit.”
“What else can you do?” She took Kaatje’s hand in hers and shook it. “Do you have any more talents in those?” That was a dumb thing to say. There isn’t a heck of a lot of di ff erence between a lesbian and a straight guy, and it isn’t fair to flirt when nothing can come from it. Gay or straight, nobody likes a tease.
“Quite a few,” Kaatje said, smiling cockily. “But I can improve on one I’ve already showed you if you want.”
“I do. I don’t care if it’s sailing, mixing drinks or rubbing my muscles. You’re expert in all three.” What the heck. A little flirting can’t hurt. It’s a nice way to stay in practice.
“Give me your foot.”
“My foot? My bare foot?”
“Yeah. Your bare foot.” She looked at her curiously. “It’s just your foot.”
“I’m not crazy about feet. Actually, they gross me out.”
“Your own foot grosses you out? How’s that possible?”
“I just hate feet. They’re always on the ground and they look gross. I don’t think I could tolerate having someone touch them.” Great. Now I’m coming o ff as a workaholic who hates her own feet. Thank God this isn’t a date.
Kaatje nodded, but looked very puzzled. However, she didn’t press. She merely said, “Hands, then.”
“Oh, no problem. I love having my hands rubbed.” Laurie presented her hand and Kaatje rested it on her thigh. She pressed into the meaty part of the thumb, then right into the center of the palm. “That feels fantastic,” Laurie purred. “Really good.”
As Kaatje worked on each hand, Laurie, limp with pleasure, sank lower onto the deck. Eventually, she was prone, with Kaatje sitting right next to her head. When the massage was over, Laurie tilted her head and looked up at Kaatje like she was drunk, her words slow and sliding together. “Tha’ was won’erful.” She sat most of the way up, then their eyes locked, and the thought occurred to Laurie that Kaatje’s expression was much sexier than it was merely friendly.
As the thought left her mind, Kaatje leaned over, pausing just a second. Laurie could have sat up further or even turned her head and the moment would have passed. It wouldn’t even have been too uncomfortable between them, as Kaatje’s overture was relatively subtle. But Laurie tilted her chin up, presenting her lips, which Kaatje tenderly touched with her own. Funny. Not like a guy’s lips at all. But it’s a little…sisterly.
The kiss lasted a few seconds, and when Kaatje picked her head up, Laurie was gazing right at her mouth.
“That was nice,” Kaatje said slowly, her pupils dilated, the low sun making fire of their pale blue color. “Very nice.” She reached out and cradled Laurie’s cheek in her hand, and their eyes met for a long time.
That was more intimate than the kiss, and Laurie felt a twinge of sadness that the kiss had been so tepid. It was disappointing. Very disappointing. Having the great unexplored territory of lesbian sex out there had been somehow reassuring. When sex was lackluster or frustrating, it was nice to occasionally think about whether it would be more satisfying to kiss a woman. Now even that fleeting dream was snuffed out. What was it that made so many people risk everything for sex? Was she wired that differently?
Dejected, Laurie sat up, and Kaatje shifted her weight, leaning against her for a second. Then she kissed her again. This time there was a sting to it —still soft and sweet, but with a little power lurking around the edges. Laurie’s heart skipped a beat when Kaatje opened her mouth slightly and showed a little possessiveness. She could have sunk right through the boat and into the water when Kaatje pressed into her still more forcefully. Now they were getting somewhere. Her mouth responded as if it had its own mind, licking and sucking Kaatje’s lip daintily.
Screw it. The damage is done. If you’re going to kiss a woman just once in your life, make it count! She removed Kaatje’s
“What else can you do?” She took Kaatje’s hand in hers and shook it. “Do you have any more talents in those?” That was a dumb thing to say. There isn’t a heck of a lot of di ff erence between a lesbian and a straight guy, and it isn’t fair to flirt when nothing can come from it. Gay or straight, nobody likes a tease.
“Quite a few,” Kaatje said, smiling cockily. “But I can improve on one I’ve already showed you if you want.”
“I do. I don’t care if it’s sailing, mixing drinks or rubbing my muscles. You’re expert in all three.” What the heck. A little flirting can’t hurt. It’s a nice way to stay in practice.
“Give me your foot.”
“My foot? My bare foot?”
“Yeah. Your bare foot.” She looked at her curiously. “It’s just your foot.”
“I’m not crazy about feet. Actually, they gross me out.”
“Your own foot grosses you out? How’s that possible?”
“I just hate feet. They’re always on the ground and they look gross. I don’t think I could tolerate having someone touch them.” Great. Now I’m coming o ff as a workaholic who hates her own feet. Thank God this isn’t a date.
Kaatje nodded, but looked very puzzled. However, she didn’t press. She merely said, “Hands, then.”
“Oh, no problem. I love having my hands rubbed.” Laurie presented her hand and Kaatje rested it on her thigh. She pressed into the meaty part of the thumb, then right into the center of the palm. “That feels fantastic,” Laurie purred. “Really good.”
As Kaatje worked on each hand, Laurie, limp with pleasure, sank lower onto the deck. Eventually, she was prone, with Kaatje sitting right next to her head. When the massage was over, Laurie tilted her head and looked up at Kaatje like she was drunk, her words slow and sliding together. “Tha’ was won’erful.” She sat most of the way up, then their eyes locked, and the thought occurred to Laurie that Kaatje’s expression was much sexier than it was merely friendly.
As the thought left her mind, Kaatje leaned over, pausing just a second. Laurie could have sat up further or even turned her head and the moment would have passed. It wouldn’t even have been too uncomfortable between them, as Kaatje’s overture was relatively subtle. But Laurie tilted her chin up, presenting her lips, which Kaatje tenderly touched with her own. Funny. Not like a guy’s lips at all. But it’s a little…sisterly.
The kiss lasted a few seconds, and when Kaatje picked her head up, Laurie was gazing right at her mouth.
“That was nice,” Kaatje said slowly, her pupils dilated, the low sun making fire of their pale blue color. “Very nice.” She reached out and cradled Laurie’s cheek in her hand, and their eyes met for a long time.
That was more intimate than the kiss, and Laurie felt a twinge of sadness that the kiss had been so tepid. It was disappointing. Very disappointing. Having the great unexplored territory of lesbian sex out there had been somehow reassuring. When sex was lackluster or frustrating, it was nice to occasionally think about whether it would be more satisfying to kiss a woman. Now even that fleeting dream was snuffed out. What was it that made so many people risk everything for sex? Was she wired that differently?
Dejected, Laurie sat up, and Kaatje shifted her weight, leaning against her for a second. Then she kissed her again. This time there was a sting to it —still soft and sweet, but with a little power lurking around the edges. Laurie’s heart skipped a beat when Kaatje opened her mouth slightly and showed a little possessiveness. She could have sunk right through the boat and into the water when Kaatje pressed into her still more forcefully. Now they were getting somewhere. Her mouth responded as if it had its own mind, licking and sucking Kaatje’s lip daintily.
Screw it. The damage is done. If you’re going to kiss a woman just once in your life, make it count! She removed Kaatje’s
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