Stormy Seduction

Lilly Ford and Scarlett Sage sit side by side on Scarlett's bed. Scarlett traces her fingertip slowly over Lilly's open palm. The touch makes Lilly shiver. She'll be rich, Scarlett says softly. They laugh together. Scarlett's nail circles lower. There's a man coming, she adds. A hot one. Lilly shakes her head. Talking to guys knots her stomach; she's still a virgin and has never even kissed. Scarlett's eyes widen. She's nineteen and already slept with two boys, and Lilly's too pretty to stay untouched. Lilly admits the idea of kissing one scares her more than anything. Scarlett asks if she's tried it with a girl friend. Lilly recoils, says she's not like that. Scarlett shrugs, calls it normal practice, then jokes that a stuffed animal won't kiss back. Both girls giggle until Lilly leans in. Their mouths meet, slow and careful. Scarlett parts Lilly's lips with her tongue, coaxing her into a deeper kiss. Heat builds fast. Lilly's moan fills the room as her hands slide up Scarlett's back, and Scarlett answers by pulling her closer. Thunder cracks through the window. They spring apart, breathless and flushed. Lilly stares at her lap, embarrassed by how wet the kiss left her. Storms have terrified her since childhood, she says. Whenever one hit, she'd crawl into her older sister's bed for comfort. Eyes flicking sideways, she asks if Scarlett will hold her. Just platonically, she adds. Scarlett's gaze travels over Lilly's body. She answers by pulling the covers back. They lie down, Scarlett spooned behind. Lilly settles, body softening. It feels safe. Scarlett presses close, feels warmth pour from Lilly's skin. Then Lilly rocks her hips, slow, testing. Scarlett bites her lip. The next grind is firmer, unmistakable. Scarlett's hand slips forward, cups Lilly's breast, and her mouth finds Lilly's ear. Want more? Lilly answers in a whisper. Everything, she says. Scarlett squeezes, and Lilly arches into the touch, already learning how much she likes it.