Attacking the sink full of dirty dishes was the third item on Alyson’s list of chores for that morning. She’d already vacuumed the large area rug in the living room and the runner in the hall, as well as tackled the laundry. The satisfying hum of the dryer, accompanied by the light swishing of the delicate cycle on the washer, gave the house a nice homespun harmony as she padded barefoot into the kitchen. She worked during the week, and her husband, Jack, worked weekends, so this was her day to get things done around the house.
She’d saved doing the dishes for later because she liked to open the window above the sink on sunny mornings like this one, but only after it had warmed up enough outside to allow her to stand there comfortably in her bra and panties while she completed the task. She did all her chores in her underwear these days. It made sense. They were cooler and far more comfortable than even yoga pants and a t-shirt, and the glimpses she got of herself in the mirror as she moved around excited her.
She had developed the habit once she realized it was a chance to let herself enjoy a touch of that sexual edginess that she’d been missing in her life for quite some time. After a couple of weekends of prowling around the house feeling naughty and daring, she decided to amp it up a bit by wearing some of her sexier lingerie. By the end of the day, it wasn’t uncommon that she’d have at least two layers of sticky girl-cum soaked into her gusset.
She planned on going back to the living room for some stretching after the dishes were done and would probably rub out her first orgasm of the day there while watching some lesbian porn. She’d never been with a woman before, and had only fucked two other guys before she married Jack fifteen years ago. She and her husband had two kids, Aiden, 4, and Lydia, 2, who had just gone down for their first nap of the day. Unfortunately, it wasn’t long after the kids were born that Jack and Aly’s sex life seemed to calcify into a predictable 15-minute session each Friday night. Last night’s session was pretty routine.
The first time she wore her undies around the house was when Lydia had spilled some milk on her t-shirt and sweats. She stripped them off to throw them in the laundry, then spontaneously decided to vacuum the area rug instead of rushing upstairs to change into something more appropriate. She was surprised to find the experience almost liberating. She realized she was getting turned on and ended up using the vibrating handle of the vacuum to masturbate with over her panties. She screamed when she orgasmed and felt absolutely powerful for doing so.
A part of her woke up that day to the frustrating fact that she was much more of a sensual woman than what the world was telling her to be. Each day after that experience, when she skimmed off her night clothes and strode down the stairs to her private little stripper bar, she was saying to that world, “Look at me. Long for me. Lust with me.”
The kitchen was where Aly, as everyone called her, felt her sexiest. Maybe that was because the room seemed to reflect best the sensual disparity that she’d carried inside her. It held within its walls the beautiful images of a halcyon home life, while concealing the primal need for messy, carnal consumption. It was here that she transitioned from Domestic Goddess to Domestic Slut.
Today, she approached the full sink wearing a cheery but revealing, floral bra and panty set with dark-blue undertones. She heard a steady droning outside as she neared the sink and, when she reached over the dirty dishes to open the window, she saw Chloe Lind, the neighbor’s daughter, out mowing their back lawn.
She was surprised that she’d forgotten that it was Saturday. Chloe mowed the lawn for her parents, Tim and Eve, on Saturdays, then came over and did hers and Jack’s. She did it to earn some extra spending money. She said she actually liked it because it was a great workout, and, when it was sunny like today, she could wear her bikini and work on her tan.
Chloe was a good girl. Very pretty and outgoing, she did well in school and was active in volleyball and basketball as well. From conversations she’d had with the girl’s mother, Aly knew that she was not your typical boy-crazy high schooler. She’d made a couple of attempts, but Eve was convinced that their small town was not what Chloe was destined for. She would find her love and her life somewhere off in the larger world.
Aly smiled as she paused to watch the lithe 18-year-old striding along behind the self-propelled mower. She handled it like a pro. It was no surprise since she’d been mowing their lawns each summer for the last four years. She actually split the duty with her younger brother, Caleb, who was two years her junior. Caleb took care of running the trimmer on both lawns after his sister mowed, though he sometimes skipped a week.
Chloe had her routine down pat. She’d start in the back of her parents' house, then do both the front yards together, and finish in Aly and Jack’s backyard. Her mowing was yet another routine fixture in Aly’s sweet, sedentary life. Aly sighed and pursed her lips. Sweet and sedentary. “Why not sweet and sexy?” she asked the dried strand of spaghetti that was sticking to the pot in her hand.
The dishes clanked and clattered in the sink below her while the washer and dryer continued their two-part harmony in the hallway behind her. Caught up in the refrain of this domestic symphony, Aly was rhythmically bumping her bits against the countertop to the beat of the oscillating washer. At the same time, below the rhythm, the steady drone of the mower and the hum of the dryer fueled a slow but steady ascending line of lust building in her loins.
Chloe eventually moved out onto the two front lawns, and the mower's drone grew louder. Aly had just placed the last pan in the drying tray and continued her slow grind against the counter as she watched the long-legged girl guide the mower over to the far end of her family’s front lawn. The tall, tan blonde started steering the mower back and forth, back and forth, between the house and the street as she slowly made her way, one pass at a time, toward Aly’s kitchen window lookout.
The girl had gotten taller and had filled in well over the last couple of years. The muscle definition in her thighs was eye-catching. Sinuous lines that flexed and contracted as her legs stretched forward in long, comfortable strides. Her hips had flared, not a lot, but just enough to accentuate her feminine frame. The bottoms of her red suit, obviously purchased last year, were snug, hugging her taut little ass as it rolled hypnotically with each step she took.
Her flat tummy showed a soft sixer as it turned and twisted between her hips and her busy shoulders. Her tits fit her frame well, full, a 32 or 34B, Aly guessed. Hard to tell with her arms extended out over the mower handle the way they were.
Aly felt a twinge in her pussy and realized that her hands were on the front edge of the sink now, rhythmically pulling her hips harder against the counter. Her eyes had become glued to the willowy movements of her young neighbor, staring intently until the teen rolled the mower across the driveway dividing their properties and surprised her by looking up and waving. Aly raised a hand to wave back, then pretended to resume washing the dishes.
She watched the young beauty start in on their yard. Unsuspectingly parading her body back and forth in front of her lustful neighbor. Chloe's contours were more clearly defined now that she was closer. Her sweat caused her skin to glisten, and small rivulets trickled down into the lean lines of her body.
Aly tried to fight the impure urges warming her loins, but finally succumbed. “Oh, fuck it. Let’s do this right,” she muttered to herself under the now loud growl of the mower’s engine. She slid her hand down inside her panties and found her clit.
Chloe’s bottoms now had a tight wedgie sucked up into the girls' enticing split, front to back. Aly could only catch glimpses of the devastating wiggle of her camel toe as she approached on each pass, but feasted on the deep slice running up her backside that appeared as she moved away in either direction.
The teen eventually moved around to the front of the house, and Aly cursed their not having a wider side yard. The good news was that the gate to the back yard was on this side of the house. Unable to wait, though, the scantily clad woman rushed to the living room to get her best view of the young beauty through that window.
She had to stay back from the window so she didn’t creep the girl out, but she was still able to get some good frontal and rear views of her as she toiled away. Aly’s hand slid back inside her own bottoms as her eyes locked onto Chloe’s. She didn’t know if she’d be able to finish before Chloe finished mowing the small patch of grass, but she was sure going to try.
A car on the street slowed down, and a young guy on the passenger side leaned out the window and hollered something at the hard-working girl just as she turned her mower at the sidewalk and started back toward the house. Chloe’s only response was to flip him the bird over her shoulder. The guy shared a good laugh with his friend as they sped up and continued down the road. “Atta girl,” Aly gave her young neighbor a soft cheer.
The front yard got finished before Aly did, and Chloe started her way back around the house. While she knew she could continue watching out of a back window, Aly decided to take a risk. She glanced at her underwear in the hall mirror and nodded. “It looks just like a swimsuit, just… without the padding.” She then quick-stepped through the house to the back door and waved from the deck as Chloe came through the gate.
“Hi Chloe!”
“Hi, Aly! Chloe chirped as she turned the mower off and took out her earplugs.
“I didn’t mean to make you stop, dear. I just wanted to ask if you’d be interested in some ice-cold lemonade when you’re done back here?”
Chloe’s eyes drifted down across her neighbor's firm, mature body. She suddenly looked very thirsty. “Um, sure! That would be great! Thank you!”
“Sure thing,” Aly said, licking her own lips. “Just come on in through this door to the kitchen when you’re done.”
“Okay! I’ll see you in a bit then. Thank you!” The sweat-glistened girl put her plugs back in and reached down to give her starter cord a strong tug. The mower roared back to life, and Aly raced back into the kitchen to see if she had any lemonade mix in the cupboards. She yipped when she found some and went to work mixing up a pitcher full. She filled it with ice, then poured two glasses, which she quickly placed in the freezer to chill, before putting the pitcher in the fridge.
She tidied the kitchen up a bit while she waited. The washer shut down after it completed its cycle, and shortly afterward, she heard the mower’s engine stop and the back door open and close. It was only then that Aly glanced down to see that her diamond-tipped nipples were threatening to cut holes in her bra. She quickly turned around toward the freezer to retrieve the drinks.
“Hi,” Chloe’s voice sounded behind her. The cold air from the freezer and the chill that ran down her back only made Aly's dilemma worse. There was nothing she could do but turn around to face the music and pretend that nothing was playing.
“There you are! You must be roasting. Here, sit.” She nodded at a chair at the table and held the glasses high until she absolutely had to put them down.
“I’m all sweaty,” Chloe cautioned, unsure if Aly wanted her on furniture in that condition.
“Pfft! Sit! Don’t worry for a second. You’ve been out in that sun working, and you need to take a load off and cool down. SIT!” Aly pointed at the chair, hoping to make the willowy blond focus on it instead of her.
Chloe complied and parked her nearly naked ass on the chair. She immediately raised the cold glass to her lips. “AHH! Mmm, that’s so good!” she exclaimed as her first gulp slipped down her throat.
“Drink slow,” Aly warned, you don’t want to get a brain freeze.” Chloe held the ice-cold glass to her forehead and closed her eyes, for a moment, letting the cool soak in. The older woman took the opportunity to get her first close-up look at the girl's raw beauty. The camel toe was still there, perhaps even accentuated now by the girl’s slouch as she leaned against the table and into her cold glass. Aly’s fingers wrapped tightly around her own glass, using the cold to help her stay focused.
Chloe’s firm abs flowed up from under her bottoms, leaving her neighbor to imagine the anatomy between the small vertical cleft and where her skin appeared at the top of the red material. Her tongue slid across her lips; she needed a drink. She raised her glass to her lips and immediately found Chloe’s eyes watching her. She tipped her glass and felt the cool relief pour down her own throat. She tipped her head back as she drank and noticed Chloe’s eyes flick downward toward her chest as she did.
“So, how, uh, how’s your summer going?” Aly asked, setting her glass back on the table and trying to ignore the fact that her 18-year-old neighbor had just ogled her turgid, throbbing nipples.
“Um, good, I guess,” Chloe answered, a tinge of uncertainty slowing her voice. “Just uh, getting started, really. Not a lot of plans yet. Just, you know, playing things by ear.”
An odd silence followed.
“So, senior year,” Aly finally observed.
“Yeah… yup,” Chloe responded.
“You’ve uh… sure grown up,” Aly’s voice betrayed her admiration.
“Yeah… I guess,” Chloe laughed, showing her own nervousness. She took a sip and pressed the glass to the side of her head again, but this time kept her eyes open.
“I see you’re getting a good start on your tan.” Aly used the compliment to take a good look at the girl's body. Her own smaller nipples were starting to show.
“Mm, yeah, I guess. I put some sweat-resistant stuff on to help.”
Aly leaned forward, placing her hand on Chloe’s bare thigh and bringing her face daringly close to the teen’s neck. “Mm, I smell it. Coconut?” She stayed in place, waiting for the young girl’s answer.
“Yeah, it’s… yeah.” Chloe’s voice sounded strained and a bit lower. Aly took note.
“I have more,” the older woman nodded at the glass against her young neighbor’s temple. She got up and walked to the fridge to retrieve the pitcher, noticing that Chloe watched her every step there, but then kept her eyes lowered demurely when she returned. “Don’t be shy now. You had to have worked up quite a thirst out there.”
“Thank you. Yeah, it’s pretty hot for sure.” Chloe gave a nervous laugh as Aly poured more into her glass.
Aly fought to keep her hands from quivering as she poured. Her nerves were ramping up, and she didn’t want to let them get away from her. After she put the pitcher on the table, she turned and stepped over to the cupboard. “Hey, um… would you like to make it hard lemonade?” She wagged a half-full bottle of vodka.
“Oh… um… I shouldn’t. You know, 18 and all, plus Mom’s home soon, so…”
“Yeah, I gotcha. Do you mind if I…?”
“No, no, go ahead. I, uh, I don’t mind.”
Aly added a couple fingers of the stuff to her glass. She stirred it, tasted, then added another shot. The dryer had stopped as she was pouring, so the kitchen was completely silent now as she raised her glass.
Chloe brought her glass to her lips, but didn’t drink. Instead, she watched Aly's throat contract as she swallowed, then glanced down for another look at the older woman’s very visible nipples. She glanced up to find her neighbor eyeing her now. The woman had taken the whole drink down in one thirsty pull.
Aly put her empty glass back down on the table. She licked her lips and continued watching Chloe while the cold liquid warmed her insides. She laughed softly at the wide-eyed look the girl was giving her. “I guess seeing you sitting there, all overheated and sweaty, got me thirsty.”
She unconsciously drew her now cold fingertips down through her cleavage to her stomach. Chloe’s eyes followed the movement, then dropped her gaze lower. Her eyes narrowed, and her full lips disappeared into a straight line.
It suddenly dawned on Aly that she had been so concerned about her nipples showing that she had totally forgotten that she had been masturbating all that time she watched her neighbor mowing. She quickly glanced down to where Chloe’s eyes had drifted and, sure enough, she had a wet spot the size of a playing card. Her eyes flicked back up a split second before Cloe’s did. The women each forced a smile at the other.
“I, uh, I saw you flip those boys off. Did you know them? Aly poured a couple more fingers of booze into her glass and colored it pink with the lemonade. She tipped it back as Chloe answered.
“Oh, um, yeah. It was just John and Brent from school. They always give me a hard time. They just… They’re…” Chloe flipped her hand backward in a dismissive gesture.
“They’re horny high school boys. That’s what they are.” Aly finished the girl’s dismissal.
Chloe smiled shyly. “Yeah, I guess.”
Warm courage continued to spread through Aly. In a lust and vodka-emboldened moment, she assertively looked the tall blonde up and down. She slowed when she came to the small but pronounced notch nestled in the girl’s red bikini bottoms. Chloe’s legs flexed ever so slightly, which brought Aly’s eyes up again.
Chloe looked like a deer, ready to bolt at the slightest sound. A sensual acknowledgement of sorts seemed to pass between the two women, but the willowy blonde gave in to her fear. “I, ahem, I should um… I should probably get going,” her voice sounded tight. She rose, picked up her empty glass, and took it to the sink. Aly stood and immediately followed her, watching the tall girl’s tight red ass waggle unintentionally as she moved across the kitchen.
Chloe placed her glass in the sink and turned with a start when she found her neighbor directly behind her. Aly reached past the girl to put her own glass in the sink. Chloe appeared unnerved by the woman’s closeness and stood stiffly, facing her.
“Mmm,” Aly purred. “I do love the smell of that coconut.” She leaned closer, allowing their breasts to brush against each other’s bodies. Chloe’s mouth gaped open, and her chest heaved as the older woman’s breath warmed her neck again.
The combined scents of coconut, sweat, fear, and a couple of other very erotic aromas filled the air between them. Until that moment, Aly had only ever smelled her own pussy when she was aroused. Chloe’s scent was different, tangy, not as earthy but just as sexy, making it easy to discern from her own. She kept her face close, enjoying the aroma of their combined lust.
“Smell that?” she asked in a husky whisper.
“Hawaiian Tropic,” Chloe managed to rasp out the name of the oil.
“Mm, yeah, but try again. There’s more there. It’s us, Chloe. You smell us. You smell this.” Aly drew her hand up through the wet spot on her panties, then slipped her left arm around Chloe’s waist to brace her, and moved her hand from her pussy and finally touched the puffy red cleft that she’d been eyeing all morning. Chloe gasped and flinched at the unexpected intimacy.
Aly raised her scented hand to the young girl’s nose, and, good girl that she was, the teen instinctively sniffed. Her mouth opened, and she turned her head toward the older woman, uncertain of what to say. Aly ended her indecision by crushing her lips against the opened rosebud of Chloe’s mouth. The girl’s body trembled in response, but she didn’t pull away.
Instead, she allowed her neighbor to draw her into a passionate embrace and to slide her tongue inside her mouth. Aly's arms circled the surprised girl's bare, slender waist and pulled her closer. Chloe’s hands opened outward, into the air at first, as if she were uncertain whether she should reciprocate. It wasn’t long, though, before both her arms and her lips gave themselves over to her neighbor’s ardor. Their first moans were soft and simultaneous.
Chloe’s nostrils flared at her deep and sudden plunge into their combined lust. She could indeed smell the blending of their aroused scents and was surprised that she, too, could distinguish between her own familiar aroma and Aly’s more mature one. The heady mixture worked like an emotional lubricant, allowing her to sink deeper into an unfamiliar yet so inviting, sapphic abyss.
When Chloe started to return her kiss, the older woman began to explore the girl’s tight body. Her left hand slid down to finally cup the tight ass she’d watched undulating in her yard all morning, and she was not disappointed. It was as taut and as firm as it had looked.
Chloe’s nostrils flared again as she felt Aly’s hand grope her. A spike of pleasure shot through her groin, and she felt her young pussy start to flood with desire. She met Aly’s tongue with her own now, giving in to the unfamiliar but overpowering sensations coursing through her young body.
Aly felt the girl’s body respond, and wasted no time. It was clear she was hungry and wanted more. “Have you ever been with a girl before?” she asked.
“Unh-uh,” Chloe offered back, her voice a plaintive plea as she timidly chased Aly’s momentarily withdrawn lips.
“Me either,” Aly mumbled as she returned to the blonde’s hungry mouth. The panting girl began smoothing her hands over the older woman’s exposed flesh, still too shy to reach for her more intimate areas. It was time, Aly thought, to show her that it was okay.
She removed her left hand from Chloe’s ass, reached up for the girl’s right hand, and brought it to her ample left breast. She left it there and pulled Chloe’s top down, anchoring it under the curve of her tits, causing them to jut forward lewdly. She cupped the girl’s firm right breast, going right for the hard little pebble on top. Chloe gasped and stiffened at the unexpected jolt.
“Mmmnhh, Aly!” the teen mewled as the older woman slid her right hand into the crevice of the girl’s ass.
“Just go with it,” she said as she took possession of the youth’s body.
Chloe’s hand remained frozen on Aly’s left tit. She was too focused on the sensations wracking her young, inexperienced body. She had allowed boys to get to second base before, mashing their hands around her tits while painfully pinching her nipples. Her neighbor, on the other hand, knew exactly how to caress them and how to apply the perfect amount of pressure to their rigid peaks to make them fire like Roman candles.
Aly pressed the middle finger of her lower hand against the backside of the writhing girl’s wet gusset, worming it into the sopping panty-covered groove between her puffy pussy lips.
It was enough penetration to put the girl on the razor's edge of feeling invaded yet craving more. Chloe’s legs parted, and her hips tilted to provide her neighbor better access. She was panting now.
“There you go, Sweetie,” Aly growled as she traced along the edge of the girl’s vaginal opening through her panties. After a few more strokes, she pressed the wet material aside for a better feel.
“UUNH!” Chloe gasped at the foreign sensation of someone else’s finger invading a place that only she had ever touched before. Her hips twitched, a quick shimmy back and forth, as if unsure they wanted to be rid of it. Within a few seconds, they had decided and opened wider.
Aly teased the rim of her young neighbor's tender portal, feeling her grind back against her finger as if she were desperately trying to convince it to finish sliding inside her. The girl’s frustration with being unable to achieve her goal was evident, and Aly wanted more as well.
“Here, hon, let’s change it up a little,” she whispered. “You need something that we aren’t going to be able to get for you this way.” She pressed the tall teen back against the counter, slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her red bottoms, and gave the girl three quick breaths to protest. Hearing none, she slid them down her long tan legs and let her kick them off herself.
Aly returned her left hand to the girl's waist and slid the middle finger of her left hand back into the girl’s slick groove, brushing over her clit on the way to her hungry little hole. Chloe sucked air into her lungs and let out a deep, wavering moan.
“Breathe, baby,” Aly whispered into Chloe’s ear as the youngster's body started to churn with the waves of desire that were beginning to pulse inside her. The girl went back to panting and tentatively gripped her neighbor’s arm with one hand, as if unsure she wanted it to continue sending the sharp pangs of pleasure into her.
Aly softly pressed her finger between the teen’s soft and slippery inner petals, and they immediately surrendered to her gentle advance.
As she felt herself being opened, Chloe began panting hot, rapid puffs of air into her neighbor’s mouth. Aly reveled in the girl’s reactions, “Is this the first time anyone’s put their finger inside you, Sweetie?” she asked.
Chloe nodded and managed to breathe out, “Mhmm.” With only a small break in her panting.
Aly felt her own pussy clench as she inserted her finger into the girl’s slick channel to the second knuckle and began a steady in-and-out rhythm. “We’ll take it slow then, just keep breathing and let your body enjoy this, Hon. I can tell it wants more of this, doesn't it?”
“Unnh, Unnh, Unnh,” was all the aroused girl could manage now.
“That sounds like a yes,” Aly whispered, then sought out her young neighbor’s eager, open lips again.
Chloe wrapped her right arm around Aly’s shoulders, more for stability than affection at this point. She pulled her neighbor closer and eagerly returned her sloppy kiss. She maintained her grip on Aly’s forearm with her left hand, no longer due to any uncertainty about allowing the pleasure, but rather in a weak attempt to guide it as her hips had started to twitch somewhat uncontrollably.
Aly continued her firm handling of the girl, and Chloe was soon vigorously humping her hips in rhythm with the older woman’s fingers, completely absorbed in doing her best to increase and prolong the pleasure they were giving her. Normally, Aly would have been trying to get herself off, but the sight and sounds of her aroused young neighbor screwing herself on her hand had captured her full attention.
Chloe’s pussy was dripping wet now, and made loud sucking and squishing sounds as she rode Aly’s hand. Her toned legs and ass worked diligently to drive her little cunt down onto Aly’s probing fingers while her neighbor reached with her thumb to maintain contact with her hardened clit.
After several minutes, the teen had stopped kissing and had parked her head firmly in the crook of Aly’s neck, using it as an additional anchor point while the rest of her body writhed with a passion that she’d never known before. Chloe rode out wave after wave of carnal pleasure, as small mewling sounds and sharp squeals escaped her throat.
Compared to the leisurely pace of the domestic symphony that had hummed and pulsed through the sleepy kitchen that morning, Aly enjoyed the melodic rise of the girl’s voice, along with her constant panting, and the rhythmic squelching of her pussy, they combined in a lewd crescendo of unbridled lust.
She knew the youngster was getting close, but wasn’t ready to let the incredible moment end. She withdrew her fingers despite Chloe's moan of disapproval. “Step back, Baby. Put your butt up on the counter there,” she moved the girl next to the counter, then helped her perch her naked butt on it. “You need something more, Hon. “I’m gonna take care of you here, okay?”
Chloe obeyed without questioning. She moved her cheeks backward onto the counter with Aly’s help and spread her legs to allow the older woman access to her pink and swollen vagina. She would let Aly do whatever she wanted now. She felt slutty for doing it, but she desperately needed a good, hard orgasm more than anything.
Once the teen was settled in place, Aly moved her tongue right to her clit, sending an unexpected spike of pleasure deep into the core of the unprepared blonde. No one had ever licked her there before, and the unfamiliar sensation instantly stiffened her clit into a rigid knot of nerves. The sudden elevation of sensitivity was almost unbearable.
Aly didn’t let up, and the first spasm of Chloe’s orgasm landed like a hammer on a bell. The sudden, strong, and incredibly clear tone sent reverberating waves of pleasure cascading through her responsive young body.
A scream tore from her lungs as the first spasms slammed through her. Her legs thrashed, knocking a pot off the stove and a utensil holder off the counter and causing Aly to rise from her knees to hold the girl’s legs to keep her from bucking herself right off the counter. The older woman tried to raise her head, but Chloe’s hands clutched it to her pussy, trying to harness the pleasure she was receiving and to attempt to stabilize herself.
When she was certain the girl was safe from falling, Aly slowed her tongue and returned her fingers to the girl's slick folds to help her ease out of her orgasm. “There you go. There you go. Good girl, Chloe. Oh my god, you’re so beautiful. Breathe, sweetie. Breathe.” She felt the girl’s grip loosen, and she stood up straight, leaned in, and extended her arms to hold the gasping teen. “Come here, Baby. C’mere.”
Chloe dove into the embrace, burying her head in Aly’s shoulders again, but this time in sheer relief from the intense emotional and physical turmoil that had just concentrated itself in her young body. She whimpered softly, causing Aly to ask, “You okay, Baby? Was that too much?”
Chloe shook her head.
“No?” Aly asked.
“It was so good,” the girl managed to squeak out, her voice still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. “It’s never felt that good before.” A small sob escaped her throat, and she pushed her head back into the nape of Aly’s neck. Her legs wrapped around the top of her neighbor’s thighs.
“Aww, Sweetie,” Aly choked back her own sob and pulled the sweaty girl closer.
The girl’s breathing steadied, and Aly pulled her forward, sliding her off the counter but keeping her wrapped in their tight embrace. As the girl’s feet found the floor, Aly tipped her head back and gave her a long, slow kiss. “You were so fucking beautiful,” she whispered. They both laughed, still with a hint of nervousness, but mostly out of sheer joy and relief.
A small cry floated down the stairs, and Aly instantly shifted into mother-mode. She gave a quick glance around and reached for Chloe’s bottoms. “Here, let’s get you dressed.”
Chloe paused, “Do you want me to… You know… do something for you?”
Aly grinned as she handed the girl the damp wad of red cloth. “Oh, Baby, I do… You will… Just…” she tipped her head toward the stairwell, “Maybe… Maybe we could skip lemonade next week?”
Chloe stepped into her bottoms and snugged them back in place as Aly picked up the pot and utensils scattered about the floor. When she had finished, she turned back to the tall blonde whose eyes were filled with hope.
