Waiting is the Hardest

Carter Cruise dials the clinic number with shaky fingers. She hangs up the second a reply hits her screen, heart pounding. Erica Lauren answers on the first ring, her voice warm and amused, and by the time they set a date, the air already feels heavier. At the clinic, the waiting room is quiet. Erica watches Carter’s chest rise under a thin top. The older woman smiles. “If we’re not related, I’m taking you out.” Carter’s laugh comes out shaky, but her nipples are already hard against the fabric. The doctor steps out, file in hand. Not related. Carter exhales, a quick grin flashing across her face. “So we can have that date now.” Erica answers by leaning in, mouth opening against Carter’s, tongue sliding deep. Their kiss turns wet and hungry right there in the waiting room. Clothes come off fast. Erica’s lips close around Carter’s full, natural breasts, tongue tracing slow circles over each stiff nipple and the little silver piercing glinting at the tip. Carter moans, hips lifting. Erica’s mouth travels lower. Carter spreads her thighs, lets the older woman’s tongue slip between her wet folds, sucks and swallows every drop Erica gives her. Both women are breathless, flushed, and grinning by the time the nurse knocks again.