The Love of Older Women

Rebecca matched with Jennifer on an app. Three days of messages and she asked the girl over for coffee. The knock startled her. On the other side stood a young woman barely twenty. Rebecca’s breath caught. She invited her in anyway, heart pounding. Jennifer sat on the couch, apologized for lying about her age, and the explanation came in quick, nervous bursts. Rebecca listened. Against her better judgment the tension loosened, then became heat. The girl leaned in, and Rebecca stopped fighting it. Jennifer climbed into her lap. Rebecca’s hands moved under her shirt, found warm skin, found hard nipples, and closed over them. Jennifer moaned softly. Rebecca answered with her mouth on Jennifer’s throat, teeth grazing her pulse. Jennifer’s fingers undid buttons fast. Rebecca shrugged her blouse off, breasts swinging free, nipples dark and tight. They stripped on the couch. Jennifer lay back naked, legs open, cunt glistening. Rebecca dropped to her knees and licked her open, tongue broad and flat across her folds. Jennifer’s hips jerked. Rebecca sucked her clit, slid two fingers inside her tight heat, and pumped them until the girl’s thighs shook. Jennifer came hard, wetness coating Rebecca’s chin. She climbed over the younger woman, straddled her thigh, and ground down while sliding a hand between them. Two fingers found her own slickness. Jennifer reached up, pinched Rebecca’s nipple, and rolled it until Rebecca hissed. Rebecca rode Jennifer’s leg until her stomach tightened and she came, slick against Jennifer’s skin. They didn’t stop. Rebecca pushed Jennifer onto her stomach, spread her cheeks, licked her from behind. Jennifer bucked, begged. Rebecca answered by pressing three fingers into her, twisting, fucking her until she shuddered again. Later, Rebecca on her back, Jennifer straddled her face, grinding her soaked pussy across Rebecca’s mouth and tongue until both came again, breathing hard against each other’s skin.