
Cherie moves through the house with a quiet sense of ease, finishing small tasks. Halfway up the stairs she catches a muffled sob. In Allie's room she finds her stepdaughter curled tight, crying hard. Cherie sits close, coaxing the story out. Allie blurts how her date soured the moment she slipped that she and Cherie had slept together. The girl called her filthy and walked out. Cherie strokes her hair, tells her there is nothing shameful about two women pleasing each other, and promises her there are plenty of girls who would feel lucky to share that heat with her. Allie lays her head on Cherie's chest; Cherie slips off her top, tracing slow circles over flushed skin until the tremors ease. Allie sits up, cheeks wet but eyes sharp, and tells Cherie to strip. The older woman obeys at once. Allie leans down, tongue already slick, tasting the same salt-sweet center she remembers and losing herself in it.
Cherie moves through the house with a quiet sense of ease, finishing small tasks. Halfway up the stairs she catches a muffled sob. In Allie's room she finds her stepdaughter curled tight, crying hard. Cherie sits close, coaxing the story out. Allie blurts how her date soured the moment she slipped that she and Cherie had slept together. The girl called her filthy and walked out. Cherie strokes her hair, tells her there is nothing shameful about two women pleasing each other, and promises her there are plenty of girls who would feel lucky to share that heat with her. Allie lays her head on Cherie's chest; Cherie slips off her top, tracing slow circles over flushed skin until the tremors ease. Allie sits up, cheeks wet but eyes sharp, and tells Cherie to strip. The older woman obeys at once. Allie leans down, tongue already slick, tasting the same salt-sweet center she remembers and losing herself in it.