Trying to forget what happened between Leah and I has been impossible. Everytime I find myself in the forest lately, my feet carry me deeper into the trees, to the spot where we tasted each other. I haven't even been able to pick up an acorn without colour rushing to my cheeks. Foraging is important in our valley though, for income as well as food in the slow harvest seasons, and I don't have the option to slow down--so, I bear the flutters in my stomach and try to explain away the blushes to my partner.
It's also a very small hamlet, made up of just a few farms and cottages, and avoiding Leah is impossible. She's our direct neighbour to the south, and to make matters even more tense, she frequents the forest almost as much as I do. I've managed to keep hold of my nerves around my husband when we've seen her in public, but I have no idea what I'll do if we bump into each other while alone.
I know what could happen... more breathless entanglement, with our breasts heaving and our pussy's aching for each other. But could we get away with it a second time?
I'd been intrigued by her for years--the vegan sculptor that lived by the riverside--but it had never gone farther than that. I am not unfamiliar with the dating world in the valley, but Leah had always seemed untouchable. Friendly, to be sure, but also aloof, quiet, lost in her own world. Eating each other out in the woods had been unexpected to say the least. But now it's all I can think about.
Even when my partner and I have made love in the days since, it has not been him that I see when I close my eyes. Every moan, every gasp--it has all been for her.
Therefore, when there's a knock at the door, Leah is the last person I expect to see.
With her hair in its signature braid, and her clothes covered in wood dust from her latest carving, she is breathtaking.
"Leah!" I gasp, fingers digging into the door. "What--what are you doing here?"
She hefts a carving in her hands. I hadn't noticed it before, nestled between her breasts. I swallow in a suddenly dry throat.
"Seb ordered -- a piece."
Of course, he did. Of course, he ordered an art piece from the woman who rocked me to my core not one mile off from our property. I can't even look at it for more than a moment before feeling my eyes yanked back to her face.
"I carved it, after--we..."
"It's beautiful," I interrupt, breathless. "Seb isn't here right now."
"Oh." She glances around, awkward. We stand still for a moment, breath held in our chests.
"Um, please come in." I back out of the way, and Leah sidesteps me to bring the carving in. I can tell it's heavy--her muscles are straining. They're highly distracting, and I'm distracted by imagining dragging my tongue down them.
Leah pauses in our small cabin, and I realize I've been staring.
