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cap, then released the band that held her dark hair back. Running both hands through the thick tresses, still slightly damp, she tickled along her scalp with her fingertips. When Kaatje shivered and let out a soft moan, Laurie whispered, almost to herself, “That’s why men like women with long hair.”
“You’ve never been with a woman with long hair?” Kaatje was busily kissing Laurie’s eyelids, then down her cheeks.
“No, never. I like it.” She kept playing with Kaatje’s hair and scalp, running her fingers down to the base of her neck. “Actually, I love it.”
Kaatje threaded her fingers into Laurie’s hair, then slowly pulled away to let hanks of it fall to her shoulder. “This doesn’t sound very romantic, but your hair is almost the same color as my mother’s.”
Laurie stopped. Was Kaatje really this clumsy? No one brought up her mom at a moment like this. Was she consciously slowing them down, maybe even reassessing? Shit, shit, shit. Maybe Kaatje isn’t into it. “I’m not thinking about my mom.”
“I’m not thinking about her, just about your hair. Is it ash blonde?”
Well, this is clearly over. Might as well talk about hair for a while before she dumps me at the dock. “Yeah, I guess that’s a good name for it. What do they call it in Dutch?” Was that right? Was that the language or the people? Damned if she knew. Damned if she’d have to learn since she was done experimenting with the Dutch.
“ Asblond . Or maybe peper-en-zout-blond . Maybe even donkerblond . But whatever you call it, it’s very pretty. Yours is straighter than my mom’s.”
A decent lesbian would have had her panties off by now, and Kaatje certainly seemed like a decent lesbian. She must have just changed her mind. Fuck it all.
Kaatje put her hand over her mouth. “No more talk of mothers. Promise.” Her eyes twinkled with playfulness. “But your eyes are very much the same blue as my father’s.”
There was probably more bite to Laurie’s comment than she’d intended, but her feelings were hurt. “You might want to talk to a professional about your attachment to your parents.”
“No, no, I’m not overly attached. My mom’s a psychologist. I’m perfectly sane.” She grinned again, remaining close enough that Laurie could count her long, dark lashes. She moved just an inch and placed another soft, sister-like kiss upon Laurie. “Having fun?”
“Occasionally.” God only knew what Kaatje was up to, but this was a golden opportunity, and she wasn’t going to waste it. If Kaatje couldn’t make a move—she would. She slipped her hand into Kaatje’s hair again, then slowly expanded her territory to include her neck and shoulders, encouraged by sensual sighs. “Your muscles are very pliable.” While Kaatje’s eyes were closed, Laurie started kissing her chin, her cheeks, atop each delicate eyebrow.
“Sailing is a great stress reliever.” Kaatje kissed her back, pressing harder into her as the kiss grew in intensity. “So’s this.”
“I’d almost forgotten.”
Kaatje pulled away and gazed into her eyes questioningly. “How long has it been?”
“Two years.”
“That was a serious relationship, right?”
“Right. Very serious. With Colin. No one since.”
“Two years is a very long time.” Kaatje ran the tip of a finger across Laurie’s cheek, then along an eyebrow, then caressed the shell of her ear. “Don’t you miss it?”
“Right now I do. I miss it more right this second than I have in two years.”
“Why do you think that is?”
Such an odd question. Such an odd way of interacting. Start, then grind to a stop. But now it was reasonably clear Kaatje was into it, and having her go slowly was strangely nice. Each step lasted longer, and those first steps were awfully fun. “It feels wonderful to be touched again.”
“I’d love to touch you,” Kaatje whispered. “We could go lie on the trampoline and watch the sunset.”
“Can you carry me? I’m
“You’ve never been with a woman with long hair?” Kaatje was busily kissing Laurie’s eyelids, then down her cheeks.
“No, never. I like it.” She kept playing with Kaatje’s hair and scalp, running her fingers down to the base of her neck. “Actually, I love it.”
Kaatje threaded her fingers into Laurie’s hair, then slowly pulled away to let hanks of it fall to her shoulder. “This doesn’t sound very romantic, but your hair is almost the same color as my mother’s.”
Laurie stopped. Was Kaatje really this clumsy? No one brought up her mom at a moment like this. Was she consciously slowing them down, maybe even reassessing? Shit, shit, shit. Maybe Kaatje isn’t into it. “I’m not thinking about my mom.”
“I’m not thinking about her, just about your hair. Is it ash blonde?”
Well, this is clearly over. Might as well talk about hair for a while before she dumps me at the dock. “Yeah, I guess that’s a good name for it. What do they call it in Dutch?” Was that right? Was that the language or the people? Damned if she knew. Damned if she’d have to learn since she was done experimenting with the Dutch.
“ Asblond . Or maybe peper-en-zout-blond . Maybe even donkerblond . But whatever you call it, it’s very pretty. Yours is straighter than my mom’s.”
A decent lesbian would have had her panties off by now, and Kaatje certainly seemed like a decent lesbian. She must have just changed her mind. Fuck it all.
Kaatje put her hand over her mouth. “No more talk of mothers. Promise.” Her eyes twinkled with playfulness. “But your eyes are very much the same blue as my father’s.”
There was probably more bite to Laurie’s comment than she’d intended, but her feelings were hurt. “You might want to talk to a professional about your attachment to your parents.”
“No, no, I’m not overly attached. My mom’s a psychologist. I’m perfectly sane.” She grinned again, remaining close enough that Laurie could count her long, dark lashes. She moved just an inch and placed another soft, sister-like kiss upon Laurie. “Having fun?”
“Occasionally.” God only knew what Kaatje was up to, but this was a golden opportunity, and she wasn’t going to waste it. If Kaatje couldn’t make a move—she would. She slipped her hand into Kaatje’s hair again, then slowly expanded her territory to include her neck and shoulders, encouraged by sensual sighs. “Your muscles are very pliable.” While Kaatje’s eyes were closed, Laurie started kissing her chin, her cheeks, atop each delicate eyebrow.
“Sailing is a great stress reliever.” Kaatje kissed her back, pressing harder into her as the kiss grew in intensity. “So’s this.”
“I’d almost forgotten.”
Kaatje pulled away and gazed into her eyes questioningly. “How long has it been?”
“Two years.”
“That was a serious relationship, right?”
“Right. Very serious. With Colin. No one since.”
“Two years is a very long time.” Kaatje ran the tip of a finger across Laurie’s cheek, then along an eyebrow, then caressed the shell of her ear. “Don’t you miss it?”
“Right now I do. I miss it more right this second than I have in two years.”
“Why do you think that is?”
Such an odd question. Such an odd way of interacting. Start, then grind to a stop. But now it was reasonably clear Kaatje was into it, and having her go slowly was strangely nice. Each step lasted longer, and those first steps were awfully fun. “It feels wonderful to be touched again.”
“I’d love to touch you,” Kaatje whispered. “We could go lie on the trampoline and watch the sunset.”
“Can you carry me? I’m
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