Cougariffic: The Recluse

Gianna Gem heard the whispers about the house and the quiet woman inside it, McKenzie Lee. People called her a creep. Gianna sensed something different and knocked on the door to find out. McKenzie answered suspicious and cold, refusing to let anyone in. Gianna refused to leave. She saw the loneliness behind the rumors and knew McKenzie had hidden herself away out of hurt. After Gianna held her ground, McKenzie finally stepped aside and let her in. They started to talk. McKenzie spoke slowly, her voice soft. She said her husband had died. She had been alone since, moving heavy boxes by herself and struggling to empty the past. Gianna offered to help. McKenzie accepted, reluctant but tired. As the boxes moved, McKenzie relaxed. She told small stories, moments that still made her smile. Gianna listened, and the attraction grew. McKenzie’s strength and grace drew her in. When their eyes met over another box, McKenzie’s restraint finally cracked. She stepped closer, her hand trembling. Gianna met her halfway. Their kiss was slow, deep, full of hunger long denied. McKenzie gasped as Gianna’s mouth moved lower. Soon fingers slid into heat, tongues lapped at swollen folds. They took turns feasting on each other’s wetness, switching positions, legs hooked over shoulders, moans filling the quiet house. McKenzie’s shy voice broke into low cries when she came, the orgasm long overdue. Gianna stayed, face slick, licking her slow and tender. Later they lay together, skin damp, chests still rising fast. Gianna traced circles on McKenzie’s stomach and smiled. McKenzie kissed her shoulder. It felt like the start of something new, and neither woman wanted to let go.