Lauren closed her eyes, waiting for the kiss, desperately wanting. “You do them to me, too,” she whispered back. At those words, Carly’s lips were on hers, softly at first, and even that made Lauren’s knees shake and her muscles melt. When Carly deepened the kiss and ran her tongue along Lauren’s bottom lip, requesting entry, Lauren thought her brain might explode in the best way. She parted her lips and accepted Carly’s tongue, which lightly explored her mouth with soft, fleeting touches. It was like everything Carly did was designed to make her crave more, and oh, she very much did. Carly, clearly on a mission, walked Lauren backward as they kissed until her back met the wall of the entryway with a soft thud. Her hands moved up Lauren’s body to her shoulders, her neck, until they cradled her face. With her thigh pressed between Lauren’s, they made out like fourteen-year-olds against that wall. It was so different, kissing Carly this time. Yes, she knew what she tasted like, how their mouths fit, but this kiss? Had no destination. Outside, the wind sang. Inside, the heat tripled. Somehow, without fully planning on it, she was pulling Carly’s yellow blouse out of her jeans. This hadn’t been the plan, yet here they were. Carly pulled away from the kiss and watched her do it. God, she had such a sexy look on her face. Her eyes were dark and her lips were swollen from all the kissing.

A crack of thunder hit, loud. Carly stepped into her space and slid her arms around Lauren’s neck. She kissed just below her ear and down, sending a shiver all through Lauren. “I want you so badly,” she murmured between kisses. “I can’t stop thinking about you, touching you. God, you smell so good.”

Lauren’s eyes fluttered closed again as she attempted to deal with the sensations that flooded her from every direction. She could feel Carly’s breasts through her shirt. She wanted to see them, touch them, lick them. Another crack of thunder. What were they doing? Was this maybe too soon? This was technically just a first date. Carly felt amazing in her arms, warm and sexy and ready. Should we stop? She wanted to get her out of these clothes. She cupped Carly’s ass, which was firm and tight. Not at all surprising from the way it looked in every pair of pants she wore. Maybe we should log some more time together first. Lauren was on fire. Her bikinis were wet and her center throbbed. She slid her hands up to the small of Carly’s back and under her shirt. Carly gasped quietly when she touched her skin. Maybe slow down. There was her brain again, ruining all her damn fun. She pulled her mouth away and turned to the side. She heard the sound of her own ragged breaths, of Carly’s.