Separation Anxiety

The hotel door clicks shut behind them. Richelle beams as she tosses her bag onto the bed. "Wasn't that campus tour incredible? Far better in person." Joseline stays close to the door, arms folded. "It's fine," she mumbles. Richelle spins on her heel. "Fine? Sweetheart, you've been obsessing over this school since sophomore year." She softens. "You're just a little homesick, that's all." "I'm not homesick," Joseline says quickly. Her cheeks darken. "I'm fine staying close to home. Because of you." Richelle steps nearer. "You have such a huge heart." She tucks a strand of hair behind Joseline's ear. "Do you love-love me?" Joseline blurts. The words hang in the air. Richelle blinks, then breathes a quiet laugh. "Tell me exactly what that means." "I've always had feelings for you," Joseline rushes on. "I can't imagine being that far away." Richelle cups the younger woman's face, thumb brushing her cheek. Their eyes lock. The space between them shrinks until lips touch once, tentative, then again with heat. Richelle guides Joseline back toward the bed, fingers working open buttons, baring smooth skin. She slips a thigh between Joseline's, feeling the damp heat through silk panties, and moans into the kiss. One hand cups a breast, thumb circling a stiff nipple. Joseline gasps, hips rolling forward. Richelle strips off the girl's blouse entirely, mouth replacing her hand, tongue swirling until Joseline claws at her hair. She drops to her knees, hooks fingers into the waistband of Joseline's skirt and panties, and drags them down in one slow motion. The scent of arousal hits her. Richelle parts Joseline's legs, licks a single deliberate stripe along the swollen slit, and tastes her step-daughter for the first time. Joseline's knees buckle. Richelle catches her, lifts her onto the bed, and climbs up to straddle her waist. Shoes and the rest of their clothing land in a forgotten pile. Bare breasts press together, nipples grazing, as Richelle grinds down against Joseline's thigh. Wetness smears across warm skin. She reaches between them, slides two fingers into Joseline's tight cunt, curls them, pumps in a steady rhythm while her thumb strokes the swollen clit. Joseline cries out, arching hard, thighs clamping around Richelle's wrist. Richelle keeps fucking her through the orgasm, kissing her open mouth, swallowing every whimper. When Joseline finally stills, Richelle withdraws her glistening fingers, sucks them clean, then swings a leg over Joseline's face. "Your turn," she purrs, lowering her own dripping pussy onto the girl's eager tongue. The night is young; the separation anxiety can wait.