Well, Jules wasn’t going to wake her up to ask. She lay still, felt Vivian Carlisle’s weight against her, and enjoyed her happiness.

Chapter 49

Chapter 49

Jules stayed at Vivian’s house all day Saturday and had more fun than she could ever remember having. It was a specific kind of fun. While Vivian made a game attempt at getting dressed every now and then, it didn’t last long.

Vivian also had a vague idea about preparing food of some kind, but Jules wasn’t particularly interested in that either.

“You had me for breakfast, I’m having you for lunch,” she said and slid her hand up under Vivian’s skirt. “Fair’s fair.”

Vivian leaned her head back against the kitchen wall. “It’s not fair… You’re the one who’s always after me to eat—ah.”

Jules was already addicted to watching her lose her cool, forget how to talk. “You’re the one who said ‘deal with it.’” Then she leaned in and smiled against Vivian’s mouth so she could feel it—Vivian trembled—and whispered, “So deal.”

She slid both hands beneath Vivian’s skirt, hiking it up around her thighs and then plucking at the waistband of her panties.

Vivian’s breath caught, and she looked into Jules’s eyes, her own eyes wide and shocked. “You’re going to try this for the first time up against the kitchen wall?”

Jules, who remembered Vivian coming just from being rubbed through her underwear, said, “Try what?”

Vivian narrowed her eyes. “You’re going to touch—touch me. Directly. Up against the wall?”

“Oh. Gosh. Did you want me to peel you some grapes first?”

Vivian glared.

Jules slid the fingers of her right hand gently up the inside of Vivian’s thigh, and the glare wobbled.

“Rub your feet?” Jules whispered. “Fan you?” She tickled a little.

Vivian twitched and gasped.

“Or I could kneel,” Jules said hoarsely, her temples starting to pound with her heartbeat, her blood rushing in her ears. She slid her fingertips farther up until she was cupping Vivian through her underwear. “I could kneel right here and…”

Vivian’s head fell back and thudded gently against the wall as her eyes closed.

Jules realized she was thinking about it—they both were—about Jules sliding her tongue against those little folds and tucks and creases until all of Vivian’s bones turned to water and her voice was rough with her cries.

“Maybe…” Jules swallowed hard. “Maybe later.” She bent and began to nuzzle at the sensitive spot beneath Vivian’s ear and tugged at her panties again. “Let’s get these off.”

Seconds later, the underwear was tossed onto the kitchen counter while Jules kissed Vivian to distraction. Then she reached for her courage once more and carefully—very carefully—slid her hand under and up until her fingertips brushed against soft, fine hair and heat and slickness.