You're Too Important To Me, Sweetie

June came home and told Briana the engagement was over. Briana hugged her, stunned that anyone would walk away from a woman like June. Then June said she’d done the walking. Her fiancée didn’t want a ready-made daughter; June chose Briana instead. The words landed hard. Briana stepped close and slipped her small hands under June’s blouse, tracing the full swell of her breasts. June’s nipples tightened beneath her touch. They kissed, slow at first, then deeper, tongues sliding with soft hunger. Briana drew June down onto the bed, tugged her panties aside and pressed two fingers into the wet heat between her thighs. June gasped, hips lifting, and returned the favor, sliding her own fingers between Briana’s slim legs until both of them were trembling and slick, mouths open against each other’s skin. They moved together, rocking and sighing, until the room filled with the quiet sounds of release.