“I can see that. Where are your other clothes?”
Rosanna asked, making yet another attempt to stand. She tentatively bent her right knee, trying to assess the damage. Casey rushed to her side and guided her back onto the couch. Is it my imagination or is Casey trying to seduce me? That can’t be; she’s as straight as an arrow. But the next thing Rosanna felt was the zipper on her pants being lowered.
“Casey, what are you doing?” She gasped.
“I’m taking off your pants. My gosh, you do ask some obvious questions.” Casey answered as she continued her task.
“Remember I told you I was going to wash your pants? As talented as I am, I can’t do that with you in them. Now, lift up a bit.”
“You don’t have to do that, I’ll have them cleaned.” Rosanna grabbed Casey’s wrist and tried to remove her hand from her fly. She tugged and Casey tugged.
“Rosanna! You’re being ridiculous! I’ll have them washed in no time!” Casey said through clenched teeth.
“That’s okay, Casey. I appreciate your offer, but I don’t want you to go through any inconvenience.” Rosanna said, still trying to remove the death grip Casey had on her pant zipper.
“It’s no bother. Really. I want to, Ross.” Casey gave a mighty yank and they both heard something pop.
“Oh, Ross, I’m so—“ Casey started but fell into helpless laughter.
“What the hell is so funny, Casey? What am I supposed to do now?”
Rosanna stood up abruptly and her silk lined pants dropped to the floor. This sent Casey into hysterics. She clutched at Rosanna, who tried to pull away, but against her will, she felt a bubble of laughter rumble up from some betraying place and she broke into a wide grin. They laughed so hard
they tumbled to the floor where they wound up in a tangled heap.
Rosanna was unsure how it happened, but at some point, Casey had maneuvered herself on top of her and was staring down at her with a definite look of intent in her eyes. The next thing Rosanna knew was that soft lips were being lowered to her own and auburn hair was forming a soft curtain around their faces.
“Casey, what are you—?”
“I’m kissing you, Ross” And with that she lowered her lips to Rosanna’s, her tongue seeking gentle entrance to Rosanna’s mouth. Rosanna’s mind went completely blank. She was all sensation. She had wanted this woman for so long and now Casey was here, giving herself to her. Rosanna had no thought of stopping her as she unfastened the silk ties of Casey’s robe and slipped her hands inside to feel the warm skin underneath. She ran her hands along the length of Casey’s body, marveling at the softness of her skin. Casey was whispering something in her ear.
“I’ve wanted you for so long, Ross.”
“Me, too, Casey,” Rosanna could barely utter the words through their heated kisses.
She began making slow, deliberate circles around Casey’s breasts. Casey moaned softly and started unbuttoning Rosanna’s shirt. Rosanna did not protest as she circled her way to Casey’s very erect nipples, her own breaths becoming ragged as she finally touched the twin peaks she had lusted after during her high school years. She rolled Casey over so that she was on top. It was then that Rosanna realized hazily that her pants were in a puddle around her ankles and she still had her shoes on. She thought briefly of getting up and taking everything off, but that would come later. All she wanted to do now was kiss Casey—all over. And this she proceeded to do while Casey wrapped her arms around her, pulling Rosanna’s strong, firm body closer to her. She was in heaven. Leander was right!
“Ross, let me take off the rest of your clothes.” Casey breathed into Rosanna’s ear, which sent chills up her spine and down to an area that was becoming extremely aroused.
Rosanna did not reply but simply lay back in helpless surrender as Casey began to slip off her loafers and slide her knee-his pants and underwear off. She then went to work on Rosanna’s shirt, kissing each new part as it was revealed. She then molded herself to Rosanna's athletic body. It was now Rosanna’s turn to moan. She could think of nothing but Casey’s kisses. She could think of nothing but the feel of Casey’s hands as they caressed her small breasts. She could think of nothing but Casey’s lips and tongue as they traced the line of her ear. She could think of nothing until…her cell phone rang. It was as if she had been doused with cold water. Funny, how she could remember everything quite clearly now.
