“Right now, I’m not. If you’re worried about a power thing or getting
fired…”
“I wasn’t even thinking that. I don’t even know why I said that.
Except…”
“Except?”
“I don’t know. It’s kind of hot. Maybe.”
June’s lips curled into a devilish smile. “Oh. Is it?”
Arabella responded with a kiss. She tangled her arms around June and
kissed her until she was seeing stars, probably from lack of oxygen, but also
because kissing June was incredible. She realized they were both on the
floor, and while the linoleum wasn’t new or pretty, it was clean. It was kind
of hot, making out on the kitchen floor.
June’s hands got bold as she kissed Arabella. She explored her mouth,
taking the time to do the little things that drove Arabella to distraction. A
suckle of her bottom lip, a gentle scrape of her teeth, just the tip of her
tongue darting out to taste Arabella before ducking back into her mouth.
June kissed like an expert. Arabella responded, her hands tracing a pattern
over June’s shoulder and down the front of her blouse. She started to undo
the first button, and when June moaned into the kiss, she undid another and
another.
June’s blouse eventually parted, all the buttons undone. She took
Arabella’s hand and placed it over her breast. Arabella gasped, a shiver of
pure, liquid desire racing straight to her core. She palmed the orb over the
thin camisole, her fingers brushing against soft silk. She could feel the
texture of the lacey bra underneath.
June peeled her blouse away, then ripped her camisole over her head.
Arabella did the rest, her hands unhooking June’s bra behind her back.
Once June shrugged out of that too, Arabella stared at her boldly. She was
haunted again by what she’d said about June looking like a boy. She did not
look like a boy. She was beautiful, her breasts on the smaller side, but