Once feeling returned to her limbs, Kelly slid down the bed, released Lucy’s legs and flopped down beside her. Side by side, they smiled warmly at each other.

A loud grumble interrupted the comfortable silence. Kelly put a hand on her stomach. “Was that yours or mine?”

Lucy chuckled. “I’m not sure.”

Nerves had got the better of Kelly before meeting Lucy so she’d barely touched her dinner.

“Hungry?” Kelly asked.

“A little. You gave me quite the workout.”

“Pfft. I took it easy on you, young lady.”

“Ohh, I like that. Mm, hmm.” Looking smug, Lucy nodded. “Young lady. Yep, that’s me.”

“You’re only as old as the person you’re feeling.” Kelly joked. “Stick with me and you’ll be forever young.”

“Hey, isn’t that a song?”

“Ugh.” Taking a page out of Nicole’s book, Kelly pointed to her eyes. “Focus.” In less than a minute, they’d ping-ponged between, food, age, and music.

Kelly rolled off the bed and grabbed two nightshirts out of her dresser drawer.

“Here.” She tossed a shirt to Lucy, then unlaced her corset and slipped the other nightshirt over her head.

“Come on, let’s get a snack.”

*

Propped up in bed, a platter of grapes, cheese, and crackers between them, Kelly felt like she’d died and gone to heaven. She couldn’t have wished for a better outcome for the evening.

Looking even more at home in Kelly’s home than she had at the café, if that was even possible, Lucy crunched on a cracker. A crumb disappeared between her cleavage and, as she absently plucked it out, Kelly’s mind flicked back to what Lucy had said earlier.

“You really have got gorgeous breasts.” Kelly glanced down at her own chest, barely visible through her loose-fitting nightshirt. “What did you mean when you said you were glad I approved? I mean to say, what’s not to like?”

Lucy took a sip of wine and put her glass on the bedside table. “I had my first bra before I turned twelve. Being heavy chested as a teenager was hell. I can laugh about it now.” She cupped her breasts and jiggled her boobs. Kelly smiled.

“I used to wear baggy tops but now I refuse to. The ‘girls’ still get a lot of attention, most of it I ignore, but yours I appreciated.”

Totally able to relate to the angst of being a teenager with body parts that received unwanted attention, Kelly leaned over and planted a kiss on Lucy’s cheek.

“When I was younger, I hated my backside. At school, I hung out with my best mate, Steve. Friends of his, who assumed we were dating, would make immature comments like, Go, dude. I’d totally tap that. And other inane things like more cushion for the pushin’.”