“I can’t help but want you, to be with you. And it looks like you want the same thing.” She moved in closer to cup Deborah’s face.
She twisted her head away. “You don’t understand. I don’t want you to think I’m using you as a rebound. My feelings for Gen are still here.” She covered her heart. “I have so much to work through before I can jump headfirst into another relationship.”
Bridgette nodded and rested her palms up on Deborah’s knees. Deborah placed her palms on top of hers and wiped her cheek on her shoulder when a tear escaped her eye.
“I want to help you get over whatever you need to get through.”
“With sex?” she joked and jumped when another boom of thunder went off.
“Why not?” Bridgette moved her face in until their noses brushed. “Kissing and touching can be the best medicine.”
“That’s a line if I ever heard one.” She lifted an eyebrow and leaned on her elbows.
“Better than talking about paint and a woman who never deserved you to begin with.”
She opened her mouth to argue, but Bridgette pushed her down and straddled her. She went still as Bridgette licked her lips then Bridgette pulled off her own tank top. She wore no bra since her top had a built-in one. Her mouth started to water. Bridgette’s nipples were large and full, a dark-cherry shade that had her longing to lick them and roll them with her fingers.
“Oops, sorry.” Bridgette climbed off of her and lay on her side. Deborah moaned from the loss.
“Why’d you get off of me?” She turned, facing Bridgette, bringing her hands under her chin so she wouldn’t grab Bridgette’s breasts.
“I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable since you told me you were always the bottom and never the top.” Bridgette lay on her back and lifted her arms over her head. “I’m offering myself to you, for you to do whatever you want to me.”
“This is your form of therapy?” Dumbstruck, she perched on an elbow.
“Yes.” Bridgette linked her fingers together and arched her back. “And if you want to tie me up, go ahead.”
“Um.” She sat up and wiped her face with her palms. Her hands shook, and her mouth was dry.
“Deb?” When she touched Deborah’s knee, she rolled over to cover Bridgette’s body.
She ate at Bridgette’s lips, licking and nipping, lost in the kiss, rubbing her hips on Bridgette’s, longing to feel their naked bodies on one another.
“I need you so badly.” She moved her face down to lick Bridgette’s throat.
“Take me, then. I’m yours.” Bridgette gasped when Deborah sucked on her right nipple.
She pinched and tickled Bridgette’s hard nips, her skin so soft and smooth. She then unzipped Bridgette’s shorts, sliding her hand on her mound, pleasantly surprised to not feel any underwear.
“You don’t wear any panties or thongs?” She moved her mouth around Bridgette’s breast.
“No. Another quirk of mine.” Bridgette moaned, her hand landing on Deborah’s head.
She grabbed Bridgette’s hand. “Wrap your hands around the headboard and don’t move them. If you do, I’ll tie them to it.”
“Make me,” Bridgette said and put not only one but both hands in Deborah’s hair.
“Okay, you asked for it.” She climbed off the bed and walked to the dresser, where she found a white scarf. When she turned her heart skipped in her throat. Bridgette had totally disrobed. Her legs were spread wide, where Deborah could see her pink, distended pussy covered by a light patch of red hair.
“You wax?” she asked in wonder, taking off her own clothes.
“A few days ago,” Bridgette said with a bit of sass in her voice, and slid her hand in between her legs. Her fingers spread her pussy lips apart, and her thumb moved on her clit.
“Now you’re going to get it,” Deborah warned and straddled her much like Bridgette did to her only a moment ago. She took Bridgette’s wrists and set them on the headboard. Bridgette tugged playfully against her hold, shrieking and crying—pretend fighting, as if Deborah was about to force her to do something she didn’t want to do.
“You’re a big bully, Deborah!” she said in a high-pitched voice.
Deborah silenced her with a kiss.
Both kissed with passion, and when Bridgette’s arms went lax, Deborah rested them on the headboard again and tied her arms around each end. She broke the kiss to check her knots.
“Not too tight?” She released a moan when Bridgette latched onto her breast.
“I take it that’s a yes?” Deborah pressed down on Bridgette’s mouth. Her inner core clenched from the tugging of Bridgette’s teeth on her sensitive flesh. She rubbed her pussy on Bridgette’s already wet one, the need inside her growing to a feverish pitch.
Bridgette finished her sucking and lay back, out of breath. “Move your twat on my face so I can eat you out.”
“Such shocking language from a schoolteacher,” she said in mock disgust and kissed her.
Their tongues rolled around until both were panting for air. She rocked back and forth, allowing Bridgette’s knees to cradle her hips.
“Deborah, let me taste you,” Bridgette begged and jerked on her bonds. Deborah waited for her to break them, but she never did.
“All right, Miss Impatient.” She circled the edges of Bridgette’s nipples. Her own grew even more pointed as she considered what she had planned in the next few minutes.
Bridgette’s body trembled under her as Deborah turned, her ass facing Bridgette, much like she was ready to do the reverse cowgirl position. She bent down so her face hovered over Bridgette’s pussy. She wiggled her hips until her ass cheek touched Bridgette’s chin.
“Are you fine with this?” She looked back at Bridgette.
“Yes.” Bridgette’s tongue flicked one of her cheeks, and Deborah bit her lip. She squirmed, moving in closer, and spread her legs. When Bridgette’s mouth covered her pussy, she sobbed and mouthed Bridgette’s wet mound, sucking deeply.
It had been way too long since she’d tasted a woman’s pussy, and she grew even damper in excitement. She found such joy while licking Bridgette’s moist, fleshy lips. Her face was drenched, her nose filling with musk. She sniffed deeply, almost climaxing from the heady scent. Bridgette lapped at her core and ground her cunt on Deborah’s mouth slowly. Grunts and sighs came from behind her as she located Bridgette’s clit with her finger and swirled over the hard button.
“Dear Lord in heaven and all the angels above!” Bridgette screeched and exhaled loudly. She shivered and she stopped eating out Bridgette to catch her breath.
Her entire body stiffened when something wet and soft slipped inside her ass crack. She bit her lip and jumped from the slippery erotic intrusion, a tongue rimming her ass.