Penthouse Squirtmania #2
"I... I'm sorry, Kaitlyn," Leah stammered, her voice shaking as she scrambled backward on the plush couch, her face burning a deep, agonizing crimson. "I can't. I... I should go."
Kaitlyn froze, her green eyes widening in surprise before a flash of deep hurt and embarrassment crossed her sharp features. She dropped her hands, pulling back into her own space on the couch. "Oh. Wow. I... I’m so sorry, Leah. I totally misread the vibe. I thought... I’m sorry."
The heavy silence inside the penthouse was suffocating. Leah stood up, her knees shaking as she smoothed down her pencil skirt, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. She wanted to explain, but the words were stuck in her throat.
"It's okay," Leah whispered, tears of confusion pricking the corners of her eyes. "Thank you for the pizza. Goodnight, Kaitlyn."
She practically ran out of the apartment, the elevator ride down to the lobby feeling like an absolute eternity.
As she drove back to her quiet apartment, her mind was a chaotic blur of emotion.
Her lips were still tingling from the soft impact of Kaitlyn’s mouth, her pussy was dripping wet behind her cotton underwear, and her stomach was tied in a thick, painful knot of regret.
She had ruined everything with the only person who had tried to make her feel welcome in this massive, overwhelming city.
The next morning, the Austin heat was already oppressive by eight o'clock, but inside the pristine, air-conditioned studio of Core Pilates, the tension felt even colder.
Leah stood in the hallway leading to the advanced reformer class, her stomach tied in a violent, agonizing knot.
She hadn't slept a single wink. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt the plush fabric of Kaitlyn’s cloud couch, the sweet taste of white wine, and the devastating flash of hurt that had crossed the blonde’s beautiful face when Leah pushed her away.
She felt like an absolute monster. She was a pretty girl, but her sheltered background had left her completely unmapped when it came to real, raw attraction.
The truth was, she hadn't pushed Kaitlyn away because she didn't want her—she had pushed her away because she wanted her so intensely it had terrified her to her very core.
The glass double doors of the lobby swung open, and Leah’s heart stopped.
Kaitlyn walked in, looking effortlessly flawless in a matching slate gray sports bra and high-waisted leggings that sculpted her long, toned legs and tight waist.
Her blonde hair was tied in a high, bouncy ponytail, but the usual radiant, teasing smirk was completely missing from her face.
As she walked down the hall toward the studio, her green eyes flicked over and caught Leah’s gaze.
Leah offered a soft, desperate smile, her eyes begging for forgiveness.
But Kaitlyn’s face remained totally blank.
She didn't smile back. She just gave a cool, polite nod of her head before walking straight past her and into the classroom, leaving the faint, expensive scent of her vanilla perfume lingering in the heavy air.
The hour-long Pilates session was pure torture for Leah.
She was positioned three reformers down from Kaitlyn, and she couldn't focus on a single instruction.
Every time Kaitlyn flexed her body, her toned abs rippling and her round, perfect ass lifting off the carriage during the leg circle extensions, Leah felt a thick, heavy wave of wetness instantly coat her underwear.
Her pussy was literally weeping, a hot circle of moisture expanding behind her spandex as she realized how desperately she craved the very girl she had rejected.
When the instructor finally dismissed the class, Leah didn't hesitate. She practically sprinted to the luxurious, white oak locker room, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. The room was empty, the other women still lingering in the lounge.
A moment later, the heavy locker room door clicked open, and Kaitlyn stepped inside. She walked straight to her locker, which was positioned just two numbers down from Leah’s, and began to silently unlace her designer sneakers, completely ignoring Leah’s presence.
The silence between them was suffocating. Leah’s hands shook so hard she dropped her water bottle, the metal clattering loudly against the marble floor.
"Kaitlyn... please," Leah whispered, her voice cracking with a raw, intense emotion.
Kaitlyn paused, her back still turned, her shoulders tensing beneath her gray sports bra. "Look, Leah, you don't have to say anything. I told you, I’m sorry. I won’t make you uncomfortable again. You don't have to avoid me."
"I'm not avoiding you," Leah cried softly, stepping across the small gap between them. Before her mind could talk her out of it, her body took complete control. She reached out, her fingers locking onto Kaitlyn’s bare, toned shoulders, and pulled the taller girl around.
Leah stood on her tiptoes and slammed her lips directly against Kaitlyn’s.
Kaitlyn let out a sharp, muffled gasp of absolute shock against Leah’s mouth, her entire body going rigid for a fraction of a second.
But Leah didn't back down this time. She parted her lips, her tongue darting out to nervously but desperately trace Kaitlyn’s bottom lip, tasting the salty, sweet warmth of her skin.
The sensation was a total, blinding explosion of heat straight to Leah’s clit, her pussy pulsing violently behind her gray leggings.
Kaitlyn’s confusion lasted only a heartbeat.
With a deep, gravelly groan, her hands flew to Leah’s waist, her large, manicured fingers digging into her soft flesh with a fierce, possessive grip.
She took complete control of the kiss, her tongue driving deep into Leah’s mouth, claiming her with a dominant, hungry authority that made Leah’s knees completely buckle.
She pinned Leah’s petite frame back against the hard oak lockers, the heavy thud of their bodies echoing through the empty room.
When Kaitlyn finally broke the kiss for air, her green eyes were dark, wild, and completely blown out with pure lust. Her chest heaved against Leah’s breasts.
"What the fuck, Leah?" Kaitlyn panted, her voice thick and rough, her thumbs stroking Leah’s hip bones through her leggings. "Last night you literally fled my apartment like I was a predator, and now you’re attacking me in the locker room? What is going on?"
Tears of pure, overwhelming emotion spilled down Leah’s flushed cheeks. She gripped the front of Kaitlyn’s sports bra, her head resting against the blonde’s collarbone.
"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Kaitlyn," Leah sobbed, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps.
"I didn't run because I didn't like you. I ran because... because I’ve never been with a girl before. I’ve never even kissed a girl. When you touched me last night, everything inside me just broke open, and I got so terrified because I didn't know how to handle how badly I wanted you."
Kaitlyn froze, her entire demeanor instantly shifting.
The confusion and anger vanished from her sharp features, replaced by a deep, unbelievably tender softness.
She let out a long, gentle breath, wrapping her long arms tightly around Leah’s waist, pulling her petite body completely flush against her chest.
"Oh, baby," Kaitlyn whispered right into her hair, her voice dropping into a low, comforting purr that made Leah’s clit throb gently against her panties. "Why didn't you just tell me? You're a total virgin to this."
Leah nodded miserably against her skin. "I was so embarrassed. I thought you'd think I was a freak."
"A freak?" Kaitlyn laughed softly, lifting Leah’s chin with her fingers so their eyes could meet. Her green eyes were completely melting with understanding. "Leah, look at me. Everything is going to be completely okay. There is absolutely no rush. We can go as slow as you need to."
She leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Leah’s forehead before wiping a tear from her cheek.
"My parents are out of town for the weekend, and I have absolutely nothing to do," Kaitlyn smiled, her familiar, confident smirk slowly returning to her lips.
"Come back to my place tonight. We can order food, watch a movie, and I promise you, nothing has to happen. We can just ease into things. Let me take care of you, accountant."
Leah swallowed hard, a fresh, delicious thrill running straight down her spine as she held Kaitlyn's intense gaze. Her pussy was dripping wet, her body completely primed by the promise of what was to come. "Okay," Leah murmured. "I’ll come over."
The private elevator ride up to the penthouse floor felt entirely different for Leah this time.
The intense, blinding panic from the night before had melted away, replaced by a deep, heavy vibration of anticipation that made her inner thighs tingle with every floor she passed.
She was wearing a loose, oversized emerald green silk button down shirt and tight black leggings.
True to her building desire, she had left her bra off, the soft silk sliding friction-free over her tight, hardened nipples.
When the doors slid open, the penthouse was completely washed in the soft, lavender hues of the Austin twilight. Ambient jazz music drifted from the hidden surround-sound speakers, and the floor to ceiling glass walls frame a city that suddenly felt a little less lonely.
"Welcome back," Kaitlyn murmured, stepping out from the kitchen area.
Leah’s breath hitched. Kaitlyn looked incredibly soft, yet intensely provocative.
She was wearing an identical plush, cream cashmere lounge set—a low cut tank top that showed off the golden swell of her bare breasts, and loose shorts that rode high on her long, flawless legs.
Her blonde hair was tied in a messy, loose bun, a few tendrils framing her sharp jawline.
She looked relaxed, wealthy, and completely centered.
"Hi," Leah whispered, stepping out of the elevator.
Kaitlyn walked right over to her, completely eliminating the space between them.
She didn't lunge or push; instead, she reached out and gently took Leah’s hands in hers, her long, manicured fingers warm against Leah's skin.