Lesbian Seductions #17

Kelly slips into her outfit for a woman who never shows. Brea is the one who peels it away, slow, one button at a time. She finds herself greedy for each reveal—pale skin, the dip of waist, the soft weight of breasts freed from lace. She hasn’t kissed a woman before tonight, yet every touch feels certain. Fingers map where her mouth wants to go. She licks a slow stripe beneath Kelly’s breast and watches the nipple tighten. Wet silk slides down Kelly’s thighs; Brea lets the thong fall, takes in the scent of her. When she spreads Kelly open and finally tastes, the decision she feared turns into hunger she doesn’t want to name.