It was Laura’s hands at the button of her shorts, Laura’s fingers sliding the zipper down. But she didn’t push the shorts off Cassidy’s hips. No. Those same fingers slid back up her body, pausing at her breasts, making circles around each nipple. She closed her eyes with a quiet moan, letting Laura do as she pleased. Seconds later, she felt a wet tongue brush her nipple and she jerked as Laura had intuitively found her most sensitive spot. Laura’s tongue bathed both nipples, then she raised her head, her mouth finding Cassidy’s, kissing her softly, slowly…almost excruciatingly so. When Laura pulled back, Cassidy was breathless…and still trembling. The look in Laura’s eyes made her knees shake and she finally reached out, grasping Laura’s waist, steadying herself.

“Are you nervous?” Laura whispered in awe.

“As if it’s my first time, yes.”

“Why?”

“Because…because it is my first time.”

Laura seemed to understand what she was trying to say, and she moved closer, letting their bodies touch.

“Then we should go slow. Take our time,” Laura murmured into her ear.

“Is that what you want?”

“No. I want you to take these damn cutoff jeans off me already so we can get naked.”

Cassidy laughed lightly, feeling some of the tension leave her body. But she sobered quickly as Laura took her hands and guided them to her shorts.

“Please, take them off,” Laura whispered. “Or I will.”

Cassidy gave in to the fantasy that she’d had for weeks now, lowering the zipper slowly, her hands slipping inside as she shoved the cutoff jeans—and the black panties—down Laura’s legs. Laura kicked them away, then tugged at Cassidy’s shorts, insistent hands making quick work of them.

Cassidy jerked the covers back on the bed and pulled Laura down with her. She spread her thighs and felt Laura press against her as their mouths met in a fiery kiss. So fiery, in fact, that Cassidy felt like she was melting into the bed. She cupped Laura’s hips, pulling her even closer, feeling her wetness as Laura strained to touch her.

Cassidy rolled them over, taking control. Her mouth covered Laura’s nipple and her tongue twirled around it before sucking it inside. Laura moaned and ran her fingers through Cassidy’s hair as she held her tightly at her breast. She wanted to go slow, she wanted to savor this time, but Laura’s body was trembling beneath hers, Laura’s quiet sighs and moans were echoing in her ears.

With her knee, she spread Laura’s thighs, letting her body sink against her wetness. Laura arched up to meet her, rocking against Cassidy. Cassidy shifted, her hand going between them, delving into the wet arousal, exposing Laura’s swollen clit. She did the same to herself, then pressed hard against Laura, their wet centers meeting.