“Well, just make sure you come back soon, at least just to visit.”
Syd could hear Vanessa’s teasing in her voice, but she could also hear some trepidation.
“I miss you, Syd.”
“I miss you too, sweetie. I promise I’ll be home soon. I’ll have you and my parents over for dinner and we can all catch up, okay?”
“That sounds great. Love you, sister.”
Syd smiled and realized once again that despite being an only child, it was nice to have Vanessa in her life, who was so much like her sister. “Love you too, sis.”
Syd looked at the time and was surprised to see how long she’d been on the phone. She needed to get dressed and get the chickens fed. The morning had started off lazy, but she had a sudden burst of energy and was determined to get the living room packed up. If she got enough done, she would reward herself by having lunch by the pond.
* * *
Abby sat staring at the blinking curser on her computer screen wondering what had happened. Once she finished her morning chores, she had sat at her desk and had a productive morning working on her manuscript. She had managed to not think about Syd once during that time, but now the words eluded her and all she could think about was Syd.
They’d had a lovely dinner together, her gran and Syd monopolizing the conversation, but Abby had been perfectly fine with that. It gave her an opportunity to look at Syd unabashedly while she spoke with her grandmother. Abby noticed most of her time was spent watching Syd’s mouth when she spoke, when she smiled, when she laughed. The same mouth she’d thought of kissing since the moment they met. God, she had a gorgeous smile. The way the corners of her mouth turned up, her perfect, straight teeth, unlike her own. Abby’s teeth were a little crooked. Not grossly so, but noticeable.
She got up from her chair and walked over to the mirror hanging on her wall. She smiled and studied her mouth. One of her front teeth was slightly longer and angled away from the one next to it. They weren’t perfectly white like Syd’s but pretty enough, she guessed. Abby took in the rest of her body and tried to imagine how Syd saw her. Her hair was growing lighter the closer they got to summer, as she was spending more time outside. Her blond hair was escaping her ponytail and looked a little messy. Her clothes were dirty and grungy from mucking the stalls and taking Bevin for a quick ride first thing in the morning. She hadn’t taken the time to shower after; the words for her novel were shouting at her to write them down.
Was that how Syd saw her? A grungy farm girl? Granted, most of the time they’d spent together was going through Virginia’s things, and she got a little messy with that. But the two times they’d had dinner with her gran, Abby had kept her hair down and dressed nicely. That was probably how Syd’s dates dressed. They probably wore nice slacks or skirts, silk blouses, high heels, and makeup. Abby dressed like that only when she was doing a reading and signing. Out here on the farm, it was Carhartt jeans, flannel shirts or T-shirts, and her cowboy boots. This was what she was comfortable in. And if Syd didn’t like it, then forget her.
Wait. Where was this all coming from? Abby’s self-esteem was usually not in the gutter the way it was now. And she’d never seen Syd look at her with disgust when she wore her working clothes. She did look a little taken back when she saw Abby dressed up, maybe even a little lustful. Abby laughed at herself. She was being ridiculous. It was when Abby was her filthiest in the garage when Syd looked like she was going to kiss her. Maybe Syd did find the real Abby attractive.
Did it really matter though? Syd wasn’t going to be hanging around once she had Virginia’s place ready to sell. She’d be here for only another week or so. What would it hurt to fool around with her while she was in town? They were attracted to each other and mature adults, so what would it hurt? Abby’s sex life had been made up of one-night stands. Would it make a difference if she was able to stretch that into a weeklong stand if Syd was interested? After all, it had been over six months since her last tryst. It was a pity though. Syd was a woman Abby could see having a long-term relationship with. She was gorgeous, smart, thoughtful. She wished she had more time to get to know her, but why not take advantage of the time she did have?
Abby nodded in resolve and stripped down before showering. She wouldn’t get any more writing done for the time being so she might as well make herself useful and see if Syd needed any help going through the house. And if she was lucky, maybe she could talk Syd into fooling around a little. She dressed in a pair of her nicer but still comfortable jeans, a light blue button-down sleeveless shirt, and her cleaner boots, ones she didn’t dare wear when cleaning out the stables.
Abby said good-bye to her grandmother then hopped in her truck for the half-mile ride. Normally she’d just walk, but it was starting to get warmer and she didn’t want to arrive sweaty. When Syd didn’t answer the front door, Abby walked around the house to the back and looked around. She finally spotted Syd sitting on the bench overlooking the pond. As she got closer, Syd turned and smiled brightly. That one simple act made Abby’s heart flutter, and she realized she’d made the right decision. Now if she could only get Syd to agree.
“Hey.”
“Hey, yourself. What’s going on?”
Abby sat next to Syd on the bench and looked out across the pond. “I was thinking about you and thought I’d come by, see if you needed any help with anything.” Abby hoped to hell she sounded calmer than she felt. Her insides were shaking and she felt a little breathless. Fear gripped her as she was about to put her pride on the line, but she wasn’t going to turn back now. She rubbed her hands along her jeans to try to dry her sweaty palms and continued to look over the water, afraid that if she actually looked at Syd, she’d lose her nerve.
“You were thinking about me, huh?”
The playfulness in Syd’s voice caused Abby to turn, and she was rewarded with Syd smiling at her. God, that smile. It was enough to turn Abby’s insides to mush. She stared deeply into Syd’s chocolate-colored eyes. “Yes, I was.”
“What were you thinking about?”
Abby heard the flirtation in Syd’s voice, could see it on her face. She hesitated. Could she do this? Would Syd respond in kind? Now or never, Abby.
“I was thinking about kissing you. What it would be like to really kiss you. The way I’ve wanted to since the day we met.”
Syd’s gaze never wavered as one eyebrow arched in question and her eyes darkened. “Well? What are you waiting for?”
Abby slid closer and cupped Syd’s cheek with her palm. She held Syd’s stare for just a second more before she leaned in, a whisper’s breath away, then claimed Syd’s mouth. She was gentle at first, then she kissed Syd like it would be the last thing she’d ever do. Syd’s mouth was more than Abby had imagined—soft, giving, accepting, and she would never tire of having Syd’s lips on hers. Abby slid her hand to the back of Syd’s head and she pulled her closer, not wanting any space between them.
Syd opened her mouth slightly and allowed Abby’s tongue to enter, to tease Syd’s. Abby’s head began to spin and she broke the kiss. She had been aroused before when she had been with other women, but no kiss had ever made her feel so dizzy or breathless. She felt Syd’s arms around her shoulders, pulling her body to Abby’s. Abby kissed her way from Syd’s cheek to her ear and she sucked on Syd’s earlobe. The loud sigh that came from Syd further emboldened Abby to continue her quest down Syd’s neck. Abby felt Syd’s pulse beat against her lips in time with her own, and she felt her heart might burst through her chest. She felt Syd’s skin grow hot against her tongue as Syd threw her head back and allowed Abby more access, and her continuous licks, nips, and kisses made Syd moan louder.
Syd broke away and moved into Abby’s lap, straddling her legs and grabbing Abby’s face before resuming their kiss. Abby grabbed Syd’s ass and pulled her closer as her own hips began to thrust. Abby craved the contact with Syd. It’d been so long since Abby had had sex with another woman, but she’d go through the drought again if it meant be
ing with Syd that very moment. She wanted to slow down, act like a woman in control, not some horny teen-aged boy full of raging hormones, but Syd made her want to lose control. Syd made her want to do a lot of things that were out of character. So far, kissing her had exceeded Abby’s fantasies about what her lips would feel like, how she’d taste, what her tongue would feel like against her own. And Abby had had many fantasies about Syd. There was so much she wanted to do to Syd, wanted Syd to do to her, but she felt her holding back, as if she was fearful of moving too fast, too far, without Abby’s consent.
“God, Syd. I want you to touch me.” She grabbed Syd’s hand and brought it to her breast, and Abby thought she’d lose her mind when Syd squeezed. Abby’s nipple hardened and the jolt it sent to her clit set her on fire. She looked at Syd through hazy eyes and saw her chest heaving.
“Let’s go inside,” Syd panted.
“No. I can’t wait that long. I’ve always wanted to have sex outdoors.” Abby kissed Syd soundly on her lips. “Be my first.”
The smile Syd rewarded Abby with indicated she didn’t mind one bit. Syd moved her fingers to Abby’s blouse and slowly unbuttoned it until it was open and exposing Abby’s white lace-covered breasts. Syd stared at Abby’s chest reverently and brought both hands up and started teasing her nipples through the rough fabric. Abby leaned against the bench and dropped her head back, letting the sunlight filtering through the tree branches warm her already scorched skin.
Abby looked up when she felt teeth replace fingers to see Syd’s mouth on her, and she felt like she was about to lose her mind. Her head swam and blood raged as Syd took control. She needed to touch Syd like she needed air to breathe. Abby reached for Syd’s pants, unbuttoned them, then slid the zipper down. She slipped her hand inside Syd’s black silk panties and found her swollen and wet. Abby slowly moved her fingers up and down until a new flood of wetness coated her fingers. She barely resisted removing her hand and sticking her fingers in her mouth to get a taste of Syd. She’d get to that later.
Syd’s hips began to move back and forth, slowly gliding her clit between Abby’s fingers. Syd seemed content with the lazy pace until Abby reached her hand up Syd’s shirt, under her bra, and fondled her breast. Syd’s movements increased, and Abby pushed up Syd’s shirt and bra before latching onto Syd’s nipple and sucking it hard. Syd yelled out and held tighter to Abby as her hips moved frantically. Abby’s own hips were thrusting and the seam in her jeans was quickly swelling her clit. Abby vacillated between biting and sucking Syd’s nipple. She was too far gone in her own growing climax to have any sort of rhythm. Syd froze, then shook as she screamed out Abby’s name and scared off a flock of birds from the tree behind them. Abby came at the same time as Syd and groaned as her climax released.
This was something she had been missing all her life—the ability to make her partner come at the same time she did, and it didn’t really surprise her that it was Syd that was able to come with her. Even though the last bit was a little flailing, she felt in sync with Syd throughout the entire time, from their first kiss to their mutual release. Syd collapsed against Abby and shuddered with every pass of Abby’s fingers over her clit until she coaxed out the last of Syd’s orgasm. Abby gently withdrew her hand out of Syd’s panties, generously coated with her essence, and stuck them in her mouth to lick them clean. Syd tasted better than Abby could’ve imagined, and her mouth watered at the thought of going down on her and drinking her in.
* * *
Syd leaned against Abby, trying to regain control of her breathing. Her orgasm hit her hard and fast before she even had the chance to really enjoy it. Oh, she’d enjoyed it, but Syd wouldn’t have minded if it had been prolonged a little more. She had been simmering since she woke up from her dream—from the moment she met Abby, actually, if she was being honest. Although she had brought herself to climax earlier that morning, the fullness and throbbing in her clit never dissipated. The whole encounter with Abby didn’t last long, but once Abby started kissing her, she quickly lost control. That was all it took. Abby’s lips on hers, her tongue against Syd’s, Abby’s hands exploring Syd like she’d been doing it all their lives. The familiarity of Abby touching her, as if Abby was touching her own body, was scary and exhilarating all at once. She didn’t want this moment to end—the closeness she felt with Abby, not only physically but emotionally. But she had to ask.
“I thought you didn’t want to get involved with anyone who wasn’t local. What changed?” Syd leaned back to look into Abby’s eyes. She’d discovered over the past week how expressive Abby’s eyes were, and she saw a myriad of feelings swirl through the now indigo colored eyes—a little bit of confusion, a little bit of lust, and a little bit of resignation. She knew that Abby would speak her truth.
“You, Syd. You changed my mind. I’m so incredibly attracted to you, and I had to know what it would be like to be with you, otherwise I would’ve regretted it once you were gone. I felt we should make the most out of our time that we have left together. I got the impression that you might be up for having some fun together. Would that be okay?”
The hopeful look in Abby’s shining eyes made Syd want to weep with joy. She knew already that this would be incomparable to the other times she hooked up with women. She also knew that being intimate with Abby, then having to leave her behind would rip her heart out, but that was something she’d be willing to deal with later. Now that she’d had a taste of what would come over the next week, there was no way she would deny herself the pleasure of being pleasured by Abby. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to take Abby inside and spend the rest of her time on this farm worshipping every inch of her body, getting to know her better than she knew herself.
She held Abby’s face in her hands and closed her eyes as she kissed Abby soundly. She searched Abby’s eyes to make sure that this was what she wanted, and when she saw the surety, the fire, the desire flashing back at her, she nodded. “That would be more than okay.”
Syd yelped when Abby stood with her still in her lap. Syd’s legs automatically wrapped around Abby’s waist as she carried her inside. Abby’s strength of being able to carry Syd up the stairs and to her bedroom turned Syd on even more, and she desperately needed to feel Abby’s skin on hers, needed to be topped by her, and worshipped by her. She stripped off her clothes and leaned back to watch Abby do the same. Syd’s arousal returned when Abby was finally naked and standing in front of her. She wanted to laugh at the stark contrast of her dark arms and face versus the white, white skin of the rest of her body. It was obvious by the farmer’s tan on her arms that that was the only part of her body that saw the light of day.
Being able to finally see Abby naked had been worth the wait. Syd had an idea of what her body would look like because of the clothes Abby had worn to dinner, ones that fit her like they were specifically tailored for her, unlike her baggy farm clothes. Abby didn’t really have curves, not like the other women Syd had been with, but her muscles were lean and tight and strong. Abby had the body of someone who physically worked hard every day, with broad shoulders and a tapered waist. Syd continued to study Abby’s gorgeous body and felt her insides grow hotter while Abby stood before her, allowing Syd to continue her perusal. Abby’s breasts were full and round, her areolae small and pink, and her hardened nipples even darker. Syd’s hands itched to fondle, squeeze, and pinch before sucking them into her mouth.
Abby must’ve seen the fervor in Syd’s eyes, or she was able to read Syd’s mind, because her hips twitched forward and Syd’s eyes dropped to the thatch of blond hair that covered the place Syd most wanted her mouth to be.
“Come here,” Syd commanded as she reached out her hand. Abby took it and Syd indicated for Abby to straddle her pelvis. Syd sat up and kissed Abby hungrily as she dug her fingers into Abby’s hips and ass. Syd’s mind was spinning with all the things she wanted to do with and to Abby, and she didn’t know where to start. She had to remind herself that she had time to do everything she wanted. But wo
uld it be enough time for them both? Syd didn’t want to think of that since she had more pressing matters to tend to. Syd broke the kiss and cupped Abby’s breast, bringing it to her mouth, and sucking it in until her nipple hit the roof of Syd’s mouth and Abby cried out. She put her hand on the back of Syd’s head and held her there, and Syd was happy to continue lavishing Abby’s breasts. Abby’s hips began to move back and forth, coating Syd’s mound with her essence. Syd grabbed Abby’s hips and raised her up a little, breaking the delicious contact and making Abby moan her disappointment.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you.” Syd slipped her hand between them and lightly stroked Abby’s stiffness. Abby sighed and started moving again, back and forth over Syd’s fingers.
“Oh, God. Syd, put your fingers in me. I need you inside.”
Syd happily obliged and easily slid two, then three fingers inside and let Abby adjust to the girth. Slowly, Abby rose up then back down onto Syd’s fingers and kept up the movements. The look of blissful pleasure on Abby’s face made Syd want to continue giving her that pleasure. She used the palm of her hand to add pressure to Abby’s clit with each down stroke on her fingers. Syd wanted so badly to pull Abby’s other nipple into her mouth, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from watching Abby fuck her hand. Abby’s eyes slammed shut as her breathing quickened, and Syd knew Abby was close. Syd was in awe of the wondrous beauty astride her; it made her heart swell.
“Oh, God, Syd. I’m gonna come. I’m…coming…so hard.”
Abby’s pussy clinched around Syd’s fingers and her body shook over and over as Syd pressed her palm harder against Abby’s clit. Abby fell forward onto Syd, knocking her to her back with Abby lifeless on top of her. Syd loved having all of Abby’s weight on her, nothing but their skin and breath mingling. Syd withdrew her fingers and wrapped her arms around Abby, holding her tight.
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