“I know she’s a bit of an ass, but I think I’ve developed a crush on her. No, I know I have. I’m not sure why. She’s just so sexy and confident, and I’m drawn to her like a moth to a candle.”
“An apt description.”
“You think this is a bad idea.”
“What isthis, exactly?”
“I don’t know. Up until today, I thought my crush was going nowhere, but now I’m not sure. If she feels the same, do I pursue something with her?”
“From what you’ve told me, it doesn’t sound like a good idea. It sounds like you will get burnt.”
“I know, I know. She hasn’t made the best first impression. But I believe that under all that, she’s a good person.”
“What makes you think that?”
“Just a feeling I have. You know I’m usually good at judging character.”
“You are,” Daisy conceded. “Look, if you like her, and you think you have a chance at a good future with her, then you should pursue that. Follow your heart, Snow. If your heart leads you to Amanda, then that’s where you should go.”
Snow bit her lip, thinking. “I’m not even sure how I’d go about it. What if the kiss was just a one-time thing? What if she didn’t like it and doesn’t want a repeat experience? She may not want to see me again.”
“Well, that’s the risk you take. You have her number, don’t you? You can give her a call, if you’d like. Or, you could wait and see if she contacts you. She may be having much the same thoughts as you are.”
Snow hadn’t thought of that, but Daisy was right. Perhaps waiting would be the smarter move. Amanda seemed like a woman who went for what she wanted. If she wanted to see Snow again, she would make sure Snow knew it.
“Thanks, Mom. It helps to talk things out.”
“I know, honey. Why don’t you take some time to think? I can watch Bluebell for a bit.”
“Thanks. I think I will.”
Snow took a long walk, which did wonders for her spinning mind. She decided that she would wait and see what happened with Amanda. If it was meant to be, then it would be.
That night, Snow lay in bed after her mom and Bluebell were asleep, thinking back to the kiss. She had been with women before, but none of her relationships had ever seemed to work out. She had kissed and been kissed, but none of it had ever been as hot as that steamy kiss Amanda had given her.
Snow remembered the feeling of Amanda’s tongue in her mouth. It had felt so divine and yet not enough. She needed more, but she had fled before she got to find out if Amanda had more in mind.
In her imagination, Snow didn’t flee the confrontation. She stayed and let Amanda kiss her. Snow’s lips parted as she imagined Amanda deepening the kiss, maybe pulling Snow close so that their bodies were pressed up against each other.
Snow checked that the door was closed before she wet her fingers with spit and snuck a hand between her legs. It had been too long since she had done this. Between her work and raising Bluebell, even with her mom’s help, she had little time for self-pleasure.
She should probably be going to sleep, but Snow was too turned on by the thought of Amanda doing filthy things to her to be tired right now. She ran a finger lightly over her clit, biting back a soft moan.
Snow spread her legs and started slipping her wet fingers over her clitoris. She rubbed lightly at first, up and down, then harder in circles just over the hood. Snow dipped a further downward, scooping up some wetness from her pussy and using it to smooth the path of her fingers over her clit.
She imagined Amanda’s hand here instead. What would it feel like? Would Amanda be rough or gentle? Would she go fast or take her time?
Snow remembered the feeling of Amanda’s tongue in her mouth and moved her hand faster over her clit. She was close to release now, her thoughts filled with Amanda, Amanda’s tongue, Amanda’s hands, Amanda’s breath on her cheek.
Snow bit her lip as she came, stifling her cry. She shuddered through the orgasm, gasping for breath.
Snow’s eyes fluttered closed as the final aftershocks faded.
She couldn’t believe she had just gotten off to the thought of Amanda. What would Amanda say if she knew? Snow wondered if Amanda might get herself off to thoughts of the kiss, the same as she had. Amanda had certainly seemed to enjoy it.
She forcibly shut down those thoughts, not because they weren’t blindingly pleasant, but because if she kept this up, she’d need another round before she could sleep. She wiped her hand on the sheet, making a mental note to change it tomorrow morning. For now, she needed to rest.
Snow finally drifted off, sleepy and sated after the best orgasm she’d had in a while. When she dreamed, her dreams were of Amanda.