“Okay?” asked Lou.

“Yes,” Stephanie replied, smiling as she squeezed Lou’s hand in reassurance, although not sure if for herself or for Lou. Lou switched on the bedside lamp, and they lay on the bed. Stephanie took Lou’s hand and boldly placed it under her top. “Where were we?” she asked.

“Here, I think.” Lou smiled shyly but with a deliciously naughty sparkle in her eyes as she cupped Stephanie’s breasts.

“I want to touch you,” Stephanie murmured.

She watched, entranced, as Lou stood to peel off her shirt and then, more shyly, her bra. Stephanie groaned and reached out, cradling Lou just below her breasts. She stared at the perfect shape of them, the dark nipples hardening under her gaze, crinkling in a way that made her cunt ache. She moved her thumbs against Lou’s nipples, rubbing them slowly, enjoying the feel of them and the way they responded to her touch. Lou gasped as she lowered her mouth and tasted her breast. Stephanie licked and sucked and pulled the hardened tip with her teeth and lips, and she knew, with absolute certainty, this was what she truly wanted, where she absolutely needed to be.

Lou grabbed her shoulders, and Stephanie looked up at her.

“I want you naked, now.”

Stephanie didn’t hesitate; the desire in Lou’s voice sent sparks shooting through her belly to her cunt. Stephanie yanked off her top and let Lou reach behind her to undo her bra. She pressed herself into Lou’s hands as she cupped her naked breasts, and they kissed, slowly and deeply. Stephanie went to unzip her jeans, but as her fingers brushed down her belly, they rubbed over the zip of Lou’s jeans. Lou let out a soft moan, and Stephanie lingered and caressed and dipped her hand down deeper, feeling Lou’s moist heat even through the denim.

She felt no shame, no embarrassment, and no coyness. She knew exactly what she desired, and she couldn’t believe she’d denied herself this for so long.

She pulled Lou’s zip down to slide the jeans over her hips and off her entirely. Lou stood in front of her in nothing but a black lacy G-string. Her toned body looked amazing in the soft light, and Stephanie didn’t think she’d ever seen anything sexier. She ran her gaze over the full length of Lou’s body. She reached out a finger to trace the tattoo on Lou’s right thigh—a serpent twining its way up her leg from just above the knee to her hip. Lou twitched beneath her touch.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Stephanie whispered, and she let her hands wander all over Lou’s skin and muscles, revelling in Lou’s small gasps of pleasure. She undid her own jeans and stepped out of them, and then Lou was pulling at the waistband of her underwear. Stephanie trembled as Lou peeled her underwear down and off. Stephanie stepped away, lay down on the bed, and watched breathlessly as Lou removed her own G-string. Then Lou fit her body on top of Stephanie’s, and Stephanie sighed, marvelling at the feel of Lou’s soft, hot skin on her own.