Women Seeking Women #103

Vanessa held her breath the moment she heard the knock. She cracked the door open and found Casey standing there, the porch light catching on her brown hair and that soft sweep across her collarbone. Casey smiled, slow, and the second the door shut behind her they were on each other, mouths meeting with a hunger that needed no words. They didn’t make it past the living room. Vanessa’s hands slid under Casey’s shirt, pushed the fabric up until those full, bare breasts filled her palms. Casey gasped into the kiss, tugging at Vanessa’s top, hungry to feel skin against skin. When their tops hit the floor, Casey’s hands were already at Vanessa’s waistband, sliding it down. She cupped Vanessa’s small, natural breasts, thumbs brushing over tight nipples, until Vanessa moaned and pressed closer. Casey sank to the couch and drew Vanessa down with her. Their legs tangled. Casey’s fingers slipped between Vanessa’s thighs, found her slick and warm, and began to stroke with steady pressure. Vanessa’s hips rocked into every touch, breath stuttering, hands braced on Casey’s shoulders. Casey kissed her again, deeper, while her fingers worked in slow, deliberate circles that made Vanessa’s thighs tremble. She leaned in, lips brushing Vanessa’s ear. “Let me feel you come,” she whispered, and Vanessa’s answer was a soft, broken sound as her body tightened around Casey’s hand. The room filled with the wet, steady rhythm of fingers moving, Casey’s mouth on Vanessa’s neck, the quiet press of two bodies learning each other in the half-light.