The Next Chapter Of Our Lives

Karen had just signed the papers. She’d packed the last box and moved into a quiet street, determined to start over. That afternoon her next-door neighbor knocked with a bottle of wine. Lisa, tall and red-haired, smiled when she heard Karen’s story—same papers, same fresh start. They sat in the living room, talking until the light turned gold. Somewhere between the second glass and the third laugh they promised each other they were done with men. The air thickened. They looked at one another and wondered out loud what it would feel like to touch a woman. The question answered itself. Karen’s mouth found Lisa’s. The kiss deepened fast; tongues met, careful at first, then hungry. Lisa’s hands slipped beneath Karen’s shirt, found the soft weight of her breasts, thumbs circling already stiff nipples. Karen moaned and tugged Lisa’s top aside, watching the redhead’s heavy tits spill free. She leaned in, sucked one pink nipple, and Lisa’s breath caught. Fingers wandered lower. Karen pushed Lisa’s skirt up and slid her hand into warm lace, parting the wet lips she found there. Lisa gasped, hips tilting toward the touch. Karen pressed two fingers inside her, slow and deep, curling until Lisa’s thighs shook. The room filled with the slick sound of each thrust. Lisa came with a sharp cry, clenching around Karen’s fingers, then pulled her down onto the couch to return the favor. She spread Karen open, blonde curls glistening, and worked her own fingers in steady strokes until Karen arched and trembled, the first orgasm of many that day. They stayed on the cushions, skin flushed and sticky, already planning the rest of their new chapter.