Perfect Pairing

Diana bent over the couch to reach a stubborn stain, her skirt riding up. Betsy stood by the doorway and watched the round shape of her ass as sunlight slipped along the backs of her thighs. When Diana turned and caught the stare, something shifted. She stepped closer, let the spray bottle fall, and Betsy met her with hands that already knew exactly where to press. Diana’s breath hitched as the older woman’s fingers moved under her waistband, slow at first, then decisive. They kissed in the foyer, clumsy and hard, Diana tugging at buttons while Betsy slipped two fingers between her legs without asking. The fabric of Diana’s panties dragged aside; she arched when Betsy found her wet and open, tongue sliding deeper each time she gasped. Sweat beaded under Diana’s collarbone while Betsy knelt and kept her mouth on her, eating until the teenager’s knees shook. After she came the first time, Diana pulled Betsy onto the rug, pushed her skirt above her hips, and returned the favor, licking the older woman with eager strokes until Betsy clutched her hair and groaned. Later, limbs tangled on the carpet, Diana rode Betsy’s thigh, grinding her clit against skin while they kissed again—slow, filthy, half-laughing between moans—until another orgasm made Diana cry out into Betsy’s neck, her wetness soaking the older woman’s leg.