4. Sofia
Sofia
Sara’s bold pronouncement made a rush of moisture flood my core. I’d been having an incredible time tonight – the best date I’d ever had – and it was gratifying to hear that I wasn’t alone in these big feelings I was having.
I wasn’t one to rush into things. I tended to be slow and thoughtful. But something about Sara made me feel young and impulsive.
I realized with a jolt that I was in love with her. I’d been half in love with her throughout school, although I couldn’t articulate that at the time.
But the minute our eyes had met at the coffee shop yesterday I’d known. Sara was it for me. I realized that on some deep, subconscious level, I’d been waiting for her to come back to me again, never getting too serious about anyone else.
“Let’s go,” I said, popping out of my chair. “I approve of your dessert selection.”
“We have to pay first,” Sara laughed.
We made quick work of settling the check, then after a brief consultation, decided to head for Sara’s house. Our strides were hurried, as if we couldn’t get there fast enough, and maybe we couldn’t.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this kind of all-consuming passion.
If you’d asked me yesterday morning if a woman my age could feel like this, I would have laughed at you, and told you that great passion was for the young.
Then again, it wasn’t like forty-eight was really old, so why not?
When we reached Sara’s townhouse I followed her in, closing the door behind us and grabbing her arm to pull her around. I backed her up to the door and raised my palms to cup either side of her face.
We stared at each other for a few seconds before Sara said impatiently, “Are you going to kiss me or what?”
I laughed even as I surged forward to capture her lips. She opened her mouth for me immediately and I slid my tongue against hers, exploring her mouth. I had the oddest sensation of coming home.
Sara slid her hands down, moving to unfasten the belt that was wrapped around my waist. It dropped to the floor with a clunk, then I felt her hands slide up under the thin fabric of my shirt.
I shivered against her mouth as I felt her fingers trail up the soft swell of my belly before moving upwards.
She cupped my breasts in both hands, squeezing me firmly through my bra.
I was pretty sure I could come just from that.
I pulled away to search her face. “How about you show me your bedroom?”
“Someone’s in a hurry,” she smirked as she grabbed my hand and walked me towards the staircase.
“Someone’s been waiting over thirty years for this,” I reminded her.
We headed upstairs and I had a brief impression of a cozy bedroom, decorated in warm shades of blue, before I got distracted by Sara removing her clothes. I’d seen her in her underwear before, in gym class or when we’d sleep over at each other’s houses, but it all felt brand new.
Where teenage Sara had been slim, almost too thin, grown-up Sara had womanly curves.
Her breasts weren’t large, but still a perfect handful, the dark red nipples poking out towards me.
Her hips were rounder now, and she had a softness around her belly that hadn’t been there before, despite the fact that she was still quite slim.
I could see the lean muscle on her arms and legs, thanks no doubt to her yoga practice.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked impatiently when she realized that I was still fully dressed.
I stopped gaping at her and pulled off my own clothes then we both stretched out on the bed. Sara leaned over me to initiate a kiss, and things heated back up quickly.
Sliding my hands downwards, I found her pussy was already dripping wet. I slid my fingers through her moisture, teasing her folds while we kissed. She rocked her hips against my hand a few times before pulling away.
“I can’t decide if I want to get you off with my mouth or my hand,” she confessed.
“We’ve got the rest of our lives to make love,” I told her. “We can do it all.”