Back In The Dating Game

Vera King stood in front of the mirror, fussing with the hem of her little black dress. Dee Williams watched her from the bed. "You look hot," Dee said. "Exactly what a man wants to see." Vera tugged the fabric lower. "I don't know, Dee. It's been so long." "That's why you need this date." Dee smiled. "A woman like you deserves company. And honestly, raising Emma without a man in the house can't be easy." "Maybe," Vera said. "But I don't swing your way." Dee patted the mattress beside her. "Come here. You're overthinking the whole night." "What if I've forgotten how to kiss?" Vera laughed, but the worry showed in her eyes. "People don't just remember this stuff after years." "Yes they do," Dee said softly. "But if you're scared, I'll remind you." Vera studied her friend's face. "You're serious?" "Dead serious." Dee reached out, took Vera's hand, tugged her closer. "Practice. No audience. Just us." Their mouths met. Dee guided with a steady hand behind Vera's neck, lips parted, tongue gentle at first then deeper. Vera moaned into the kiss, hands sliding over Dee's thighs. The nervousness fell away. Clothes followed. Dee laid back, legs open, and Vera lowered her mouth to Dee's wet cunt, tasting her friend for the first time. Salt and heat filled her tongue. Dee rocked her hips, fingers in Vera's hair, guiding her rhythm. Later they pressed their pussies together, legs scissored, clits grinding slick against each other. Sweat slicked their skin, the room loud with breath and skin meeting skin. Vera came first, shaking, then Dee followed with a low curse. When they lay side by side, catching their breath, Vera laughed quietly. "Maybe dating women isn't the worst idea."