Five years since her last attempt. Five years since she wrote that letter confessing the feelings she'd hidden for three years. Five years since their first trembling kiss. Five years since their bodies had pressed against each other, bereft of clothing. Five years since she'd left her.
And now she was coming here.
Jenny arranged the pizza plate and brushed down her clothes. It was going to be fine. It was just a simple get-together. A catch up. No reason to stress.
The doorbell rang. She padded across the floor and opened the door, leading the grown woman to their dinner.
She kicked herself mentally when she realized her underwear didn't match her bra. Too late. Simple catch up. That was all. Stop stressing.
The pair ate the pizza quietly, the big empty house swallowing up their feeble attempts at small-talk. She was at university, she was still a music nerd, she didn't drink much. All what she had expected.
Pizza finished, they moved to the television and stared at it blankly. The air was so tense. How to break the tension?
Jenny poked the woman gently, getting used to entering her personal space. The woman leant her head against her shoulder. Jenny relaxed as it all came back to her. Few words and awkward silences because the woman spoke with body language.
Jenny stopped worrying and halted her internal ramblings. All she needed was to feel.
She stroked the woman's hair, enjoying the silkiness and the memory of schooldays spent patting the girl's dark locks. Long hair cut short, short hair left to grow wild, now finally tamed in a compromise; sheared at the back and long at the front. A waterfall of black hair lightened by a gentle henna fell over the right side of her face.
Jenny admired the face that lifted to the ceiling as she caressed the mind-numbing spot under the woman's skull.
God she was beautiful. Her mouth still had the same plump lips, a delicate shade of pink that grew red as she grew more excited. Her skin was the flawless white of a china doll. Her eyes were a deep golden brown that forever looked up at her, innocent, coy, pleading. Until they looked down.
When those eyes were looking down at her she couldn't control herself. The long black lashes and those dark lust-filled eyes sent her over the edge every time in her dreams.
And now she was here. Her. Here, in her big empty house of her own volition.
The seventeen-year-old inside couldn't believe it.
The woman turned and looked at her with the half-lidded gaze she always developed after a head massage. But this time instead of going to sleep, she leant forward and kissed her.
The seventeen-year-old squealed.
Evelyn, her Evelyn, was kissing her. The girl she had trodden on eggshells around while she desperately tried to get a kiss or more was willingly pressing herself against her. Fuck yes.
Jenny slid her arms around Evelyn's waist and shivered at the silkiness of her skin. The woman slid her plump lips across Jenny's, gentle and teasing. Her tongue darted out to meet hers and the pair engaged in the cut and thrust of tongue-dueling.
Jenny felt the nerves in her lips spring to life and cheer with each movement from those swollen lips. Evelyn's tasted so sweet she could hardly stop herself from devouring her.
Evelyn slid her hands into her hair. Jenny felt the crackle of electricity with each movement of those skilled fingers and moaned, digging her own fingers into the woman's flesh and gripping her waist. Evelyn keened and bucked her hips.
Inspired, Jenny pulled the woman onto her lap, encouraging her to straddle her slightly larger frame.
Evelyn took the opportunity to slide a hand under her shirt and stroke her stomach. As Jenny leant into the touch the woman slid her other hand around to her back, scratching up and down her spine. Jenny's body jerked and shuddered with each touch, eyes closed as both hands forced her towards the intoxicating woman.
Evelyn plunged her tongue deep into her mouth. Jenny bit her lip and growled, her hands mimicking the woman's actions.
Evelyn pushed Jenny's bra up and rolled one nipple between her fingers. Jenny slid under the woman's fabric bra and cupped the small breast in one hand, momentarily proud of her own cup size. They were both small in frame but she had the advantage for stature and cup size.
Evelyn however had the advantage for experience. She pinched the nipple and Jenny's head flung back, colliding with the couch. She giggled nervously and pushed the hands away while she recovered from the sharp spike of pain. The pair took the opportunity to remove their top layers of clothing.
Bare from the waist up, Evelyn pressed against Jenny once more, warm skin against skin. Their breasts squashed together, creating four tasty-looking orbs of flesh. Evelyn pulled back and ducked her head to suck at Jenny's right breast while her other hand administered to the left.
Her mouth was so soft and wet. Jenny leant into her, trying to feel every inch of that delicious mouth.
Determined to gain the upper hand, she bent over and sucked at the exposed flesh of Evelyn's neck. When there was no response she sucked harder and bit.
Evelyn moaned loudly and ground against her. Jenny grinned. She'd found a button and she was going to press it.
She gripped the woman's ribs and squeezed. Evelyn's head flung back and she cried out, the sound echoing off the walls. She panted, her lips were bright red and her cheeks flushed. When Evelyn looked down at Jenny through those dark lust-filled eyes she had to struggle to contain the shudder that travelled the length of her body and centred at her groin.
Jenny leant forward and bit her breast while she continued to squeeze her way down the side of her body, much to Evelyn's delight. When she reached the waistband she tried to slip a hand inside but Evelyn stopped her.
"I can't... tonight."
Jenny looked up, confused.
"It's that time."
