Sapphic Embrace: The Housewife by Kathleen S. Molligger Page A
Authors: Kathleen S. Molligger
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different. The girl lowered her to the bed, one leg swinging so that she was straddling her and leaning back on her hips and thighs. Despite the knowledge that she'd never allowed anything more than a kiss to develop, it was nonetheless heady. A curtain of blonde curls fell over her face, shielding them from the street lamp light pouring through the window. It created a sort of private bubble. Nothing existed now besides Jen, her lips and those amazing wandering hands.
While her friend's tongue did delightful things to her lips and mouth, Jen's hand moved along her body with expert precision. Without turning it overtly sexual she nonetheless left Amy rather breathless. Wanting to create the same sensations for Jen, she let her hands roam awkwardly. The curves were unusual. Familiar in that she had them herself but so different from the hard, slim bodies of the boys she'd attempted this with. Not bad though. Definitely not bad.
Suddenly, Jen got bold. With a slight nip of her lip, she crushed their lips together harder and moved her hand up under Amy's shirt, teasing the delicate skin there until the noirette was squirming. Nothing went below the bra but she was not ashamed to admit that she let out a soft little moan when those fingers traced her nipple. It was a strange, pleasurable ache that made her toes girl and body arch. Dear lord, keeping her legs together with this one was going to be a bit more difficult than she'd expected. Well, two could play at this game.
Unable to believe she was actually making out with her roommate, Amy nonetheless loosened up and dove into the experience with gusto. Her hands roamed with more security, eventually landing on Jen's ass. A quick, sensual squeeze elicited a shaky little squeak from the girl and that just encouraged Amy to get bolder. She slipped a hand under the top of her jeans, feeling the smooth flesh in her hand, and made a point to squeeze and touch.
Jen pulled away with a laugh and laid her forehead against Amy's, lips swollen and eyes sparkling. "It's going to be hard going slow with you," she panted.
Amy chuckled weakly, a bit breathless herself. "Glad you enjoyed it."
"Oh I don't know. It's so hard to tell sometimes," she said with a slightly wicked grin. "In fact, I think I need to do it again just to... be sure it was mind-blowingly amazing."
And with that, they started again.
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CHAPTER TEN
Jumping Down
The next few months were as close to bliss as Amy thought possible. For three weeks, she and Jen got to know each other in a completely new way. After finals and the evening before Amy's early morning flight, they made love for the first time. It was so different from being with a boy, all fumbling and groping and very little dexterity. Jen was clearly very good. The experience brought them close but made it all the more difficult to say goodbye when the time came for her to return home for Christmas break.
Over dinner, her parents would pick and argue like they always did and, after all the insanity of the past few months, the routine comforted her. Obviously her father knew nothing about her relationship with Jen. But her mother would occasionally give her knowing smiles and wink. It was both amusing and terribly embarrassing. Especially when her father kept asking if she had something in her eye.
And, of course, there was the communication. Letters sent back and forth, the occasional phone call, chatting on the Internet to late hours. Sometimes her mama complained about the phone line being tied up (meaning she got kicked off) but the arrangement kept them both sane until they could see each other again.
It was in this manner that they passed through their Christmas vacation. Returning was a blessing, though, despite how much Amy enjoyed her time home. She and Jen spent their first night back at school fooling around and reacquainting their bodies. There wasn't a
While her friend's tongue did delightful things to her lips and mouth, Jen's hand moved along her body with expert precision. Without turning it overtly sexual she nonetheless left Amy rather breathless. Wanting to create the same sensations for Jen, she let her hands roam awkwardly. The curves were unusual. Familiar in that she had them herself but so different from the hard, slim bodies of the boys she'd attempted this with. Not bad though. Definitely not bad.
Suddenly, Jen got bold. With a slight nip of her lip, she crushed their lips together harder and moved her hand up under Amy's shirt, teasing the delicate skin there until the noirette was squirming. Nothing went below the bra but she was not ashamed to admit that she let out a soft little moan when those fingers traced her nipple. It was a strange, pleasurable ache that made her toes girl and body arch. Dear lord, keeping her legs together with this one was going to be a bit more difficult than she'd expected. Well, two could play at this game.
Unable to believe she was actually making out with her roommate, Amy nonetheless loosened up and dove into the experience with gusto. Her hands roamed with more security, eventually landing on Jen's ass. A quick, sensual squeeze elicited a shaky little squeak from the girl and that just encouraged Amy to get bolder. She slipped a hand under the top of her jeans, feeling the smooth flesh in her hand, and made a point to squeeze and touch.
Jen pulled away with a laugh and laid her forehead against Amy's, lips swollen and eyes sparkling. "It's going to be hard going slow with you," she panted.
Amy chuckled weakly, a bit breathless herself. "Glad you enjoyed it."
"Oh I don't know. It's so hard to tell sometimes," she said with a slightly wicked grin. "In fact, I think I need to do it again just to... be sure it was mind-blowingly amazing."
And with that, they started again.
____________________________
CHAPTER TEN
Jumping Down
The next few months were as close to bliss as Amy thought possible. For three weeks, she and Jen got to know each other in a completely new way. After finals and the evening before Amy's early morning flight, they made love for the first time. It was so different from being with a boy, all fumbling and groping and very little dexterity. Jen was clearly very good. The experience brought them close but made it all the more difficult to say goodbye when the time came for her to return home for Christmas break.
Over dinner, her parents would pick and argue like they always did and, after all the insanity of the past few months, the routine comforted her. Obviously her father knew nothing about her relationship with Jen. But her mother would occasionally give her knowing smiles and wink. It was both amusing and terribly embarrassing. Especially when her father kept asking if she had something in her eye.
And, of course, there was the communication. Letters sent back and forth, the occasional phone call, chatting on the Internet to late hours. Sometimes her mama complained about the phone line being tied up (meaning she got kicked off) but the arrangement kept them both sane until they could see each other again.
It was in this manner that they passed through their Christmas vacation. Returning was a blessing, though, despite how much Amy enjoyed her time home. She and Jen spent their first night back at school fooling around and reacquainting their bodies. There wasn't a
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