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  The bold statement, delivered so casually and without pretense, triggered yet another flood of wetness to stain the replacement panties Alice had swapped for the ones Rosa had ruined over the course of their afternoon together. Alice suppressed a disappointed whimper. She’d hoped not to be a total mess by the time they got to wherever they were going, in case Rosa offered to make good on her earlier intimations and introduce Alice to the pleasures of receiving oral sex. At this point, it was difficult to imagine allowing Rosa to put her mouth anywhere near that area when her pussy was already coated in her slick, copious juices and surely fragrant with her desire.

  Rosa lifted Alice’s hand to her lips and traced the tip of her tongue along the edge of her index finger. Then she pulled the finger inside her hot mouth, sucking until Alice swore under her breath at the realization that now she was even wetter than before. Struggling to regain her composure, she croaked, “I’ll say.”

  Rosa released Alice’s finger with a suggestive flick of her tongue. “It’s important to me that you enjoy whatever we do. I want to make you feel good. Better than you ever have.”

  A tendril of worry unfurled in Alice’s gut, the niggling concern that she wouldn’t meet Rosa’s needs. She recalled Rosa’s earlier comment about showing her how it felt to have another woman make her climax—and that worry multiplied by ten. “You will. You already have. Even if I’m unable to reach orgasm, that’s my fault, not yours. Each time you’ve touched me it’s been incredible. More incredible than I knew I could ever feel. So I’ll enjoy whatever we do tonight, absolutely, even if I can’t…you know…”

  Rosa’s pedaling faltered, sending the boat slightly off course. Alice slowed her pace to match Rosa, until they stopped moving altogether. Slowly, Rosa turned in her seat and gathered Alice’s hand to her chest. She pressed the knuckles against her heart and stared into Alice’s eyes. “Sweetheart, did your ex…did John ever make you come?”

  Alice wished she could crawl under her seat and hide. “I’m not sure that was his fault, either.”

  “Well, have you ever given yourself an orgasm?”

  She glanced over the edge of the boat into the dark water, tempted to jump overboard to avoid admitting how frequently she masturbated and how skilled she’d become at the art of self-pleasure. Yet she couldn’t lie. “Yes.” She cleared her throat, face on fire. “Many times.”

  Rosa breathed out. “Okay, so I submit that it probably was his fault.” She lifted Alice’s hand to her lips again, pressing soft kisses against the knuckles this time. “Alice, I would love to try to be the first person to give you an orgasm.”

  Alice’s worry exploded into full-blown dread. What if she couldn’t deliver? She’d make Rosa feel bad, which would, in turn, make her feel terrible. She wanted nothing more than to experience true sexual pleasure from another person’s hand—or mouth—but her sudden fear of failure threatened to decimate the courage she needed to go through with the very thing she wanted more than life itself. “I want that, too. But if it doesn’t happen—”

  Rosa silenced Alice with a kiss. “I won’t be offended. I won’t be upset. I’ll ask you to show me how you like to be touched and lie there next to you—kissing you, stroking you—while I listen to the sound of you getting yourself off.”

  Unable to sit still anymore, Alice resumed pedaling. Was Rosa’s suggestion supposed to make her feel less anxious? “I…don’t know about that.”

  Rosa matched Alice’s speed. She looked over her shoulder, back toward the dock they’d left, and exhaled. “Maybe the best idea is to let this evening follow its natural course, wherever that happens to lead us.” She gave Alice’s thigh an encouraging pat. “And not worry so much about what will or won’t happen. Whether I make you come tonight or not, my only goal is that you feel worshipped, and adored, and every bit as desired as you are. By me.”

  Alice’s chest tightened, constricting her heart in a not entirely unpleasant way. “That sounds like a plan.”

  “And if you have any questions or, uh, concerns…you know, about how two women, or…” Rosa winced. “Whatever.” She shook her head, openly disdainful of the words coming out of her mouth. “Please don’t hesitate to ask. Sometimes talking about it first…helps.”

  Though the idea of talking openly about lesbian sex with the woman she was about to fuck made Alice woozy, she had to admit, it also made her feel both excited and reassured. “Well, I have watched porn.” She checked Rosa’s face, gauging her level of surprise and / or disgust. Not seeing any judgment in Rosa’s amused expression, Alice eased into an entirely new realm of disclosure. “A lot of porn, actually, since the divorce.” Heat crawled up her neck and settled across her face. “I’m sure it’s not always a very realistic depiction, but…I think I know what to do.”

  “Do you watch only lesbian porn?” Rosa sounded genuinely curious, like her answer would solve a mystery she’d long yearned to unravel. “Or all different kinds?”

  “Different kinds, I guess, but lately…” Despite Alice’s mild discomfort, she couldn’t help but marvel at the wonder of having someone to confide in about her most private desires. She hadn’t yet explored this topic in therapy, and therefore it was the biggest secret in her life. “Mostly the lesbian stuff.” She paused, then admitted, “Honestly, for the past eight months or so…only the lesbian stuff.”

  She could hear Rosa smile. “You really have been thinking about this, haven’t you?”

  “Thinking may be too mild a word for it.” Alice had become downright obsessive about the idea of satisfying this long-simmering curiosity, desperate to discover whether the gender identity of her partner would influence her ability to derive true satisfaction from physical intimacy. She’d simply lacked the courage to take the first step and tick the women checkbox on her Internet dating profile’s Interested In section. If Rosa hadn’t approached her the night before, it might have taken her months, even years, to work up enough nerve to take the initiative and actively seek out a female lover. To find not only a genuine friend at Camp Rewind, but also the chance to explore her most compelling fantasy, felt to Alice like a breathtaking stroke of luck. In some ways, it still didn’t seem real. “Rosa, I’m getting ready to sleep with you one day after meeting you. Me. I’ve already done more with you than anyone except my ex-husband. That must tell you how badly I want this.”

  Rosa sounded more self-assured the next time she spoke. Clearly, her uncertainty had eased. “What’s your favorite kind of porn scene?”

  “Oh. The, uh…” Neither of them had reintroduced graphic language into the conversation since getting into the boat, and Alice wasn’t sure she could start. Grateful she didn’t have to look Rosa in the eyes, she managed a clipped reply. “Cunnilingus.”

  Rosa snorted quietly. “You’re so cute.”

  Alice scowled while feeling secretly warmed by the affectionate taunt. “Stop it.”

  “No, you are.” Rosa’s voice lowered an octave. “So you love to watch pussy-licking. Earlier in the woods must have been a real treat.”

  “Well, it would have been better if it had been two women…”

  Rosa chuckled. “I’ll give Bree and Enid a heads up.”

  Alice whipped her head around, only to be greeted by Rosa’s moonlit smirk. “Don’t you dare.”

  Rosa managed to kiss her again while mostly maintaining the rhythm of her still-pumping legs. “So, do you touch yourself when you watch those scenes?” Staying close, she kissed Alice’s jaw, then her shoulder. “With your hand? A vibrator?”

  And…there went her panties for good. Shuddering, Alice whispered, “My hand.”

  “I like that.” Rosa traced the tip of her tongue along the edge of Alice’s ear and nibbled on the lobe. “It means you already know how to touch a woman. It means you know what you like.” Rosa’s hand landed on her thigh, delivering a visceral surge of pleasure to Alice’s clit. She gasped for air. “Do you have a favorite fantasy, Alice?”

  “Just…” Heavy wi
th desire, blood pumping, Alice lobbed the equivalent of a verbal grenade, knowing exactly how it would land. “For a woman to eat me out.”

  Rosa rested her forehead against Alice’s temple, no longer pedaling. Alice stopped, too, allowing their boat to continue drifting forward. Rosa’s steamy breath came out in quick puffs against Alice’s flushed cheek, which only made Alice burn hotter. “Then that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” Without backing away, she gestured toward the dark shoreline now only twenty feet in front of them. Also unwilling to separate, Alice tilted her head to take in a promisingly sandy beach with what appeared to be a signed trail at one end, barely visible in the moonlight.

  “After we go ashore and find a safe place to roll out your sleeping bag, sweetheart, I’m going to kiss you everywhere. I’ll slide my tongue over all the places you touch when you’re in bed alone, and I’ll lick your clit and suck on your pussy so gently your thighs will tremble like crazy and you won’t be able to stand it.” Rosa’s fingers tightened on Alice’s knee before sliding higher up her thigh, nearly to the juncture. “Whether you come in my mouth or simply take satisfaction from knowing how much I love going down on you, I promise, Alice, it will feel incredible. No reciprocation necessary, no strings attached. I can’t think of anything I’d rather do tonight than turn your favorite fantasy into reality.”

  Nearly all of the hesitation Alice had felt earlier, along with her concern about reaching a distinct end goal, almost vanished. She believed that Rosa wouldn’t take a lack of orgasmic response as an indictment of her abilities or Alice’s attraction toward her, and she further believed that Rosa enjoyed performing cunnilingus enough to do so willingly and without any expectations or the need for reciprocity. But it wasn’t the idea of putting her own mouth between Rosa’s legs that posed the last remaining—and potentially insurmountable—issue. The issue, as she was reminded while entertaining the thought of how Rosa might taste, was her panties. How wet they were…how wet Alice was.

  Heartbroken, Alice admitted, “I’d love that, really, but I’m not sure I’m…” She searched for a way to explain that wouldn’t make her want to shrivel up and die. “Prepared for such an up-close visitor to that area.”

  Rosa pulled well back, studying Alice’s face with a clear look of confusion. “Alice, we both spent forty-five minutes showering and grooming in the bathroom before the bonfire. I find it hard to believe you could possibly be that unpresentable…ever, actually. Is something wrong?”

  Wishing that Rosa wouldn’t make her spell it out, Alice hid her eyes behind her hand. “Yeah, I’m clean, I’m groomed…but I’m also soaking wet. You’re killing me, woman, with your verbal foreplay.”

  Rosa laughed so heartily that Alice dropped her hands and glared. With a bright grin, Rosa shook her head and eased across the boat’s center console yet again. “Alice, I love the taste of a woman’s juices. On my lips, my tongue, my chin…all over my face, ideally, if I do my job right…” She drew the tip of her tongue along the indentation over Alice’s top lip, a promise of things to come. “I need you to be wet so I can feel how badly you want what I’m doing to you.” She drew away and looked toward the shore. “There’s no such thing as too wet.” She pumped her legs a couple times and nodded at Alice. “So let’s go.”

  Alice went.

  Chapter Ten

  It took them less than five minutes to find the perfect spot.

  Well, perfect might be overstating it, Alice decided as she surveyed their surroundings. The boathouse had a roof, an even surface to lie on, and four sturdy walls, but the center of the cavernous space was vast and open, full of dark lake water dimly lit by the moonlight streaming in through the small windows. Alice eyed the rippling surface warily after walking through the back entrance Rosa had simply unlatched, reluctant to take her attention away for even a second lest a murderous aquatic creature emerge from the depths. She allowed the beam of her flashlight to play over the center of the black lagoon only briefly before losing her nerve and again shining it onto the floor in front of her. “This is…a little creepy, don’t you think?”

  Rosa tossed a casual glance over her shoulder as she walked ahead toward the flight of stairs at the other end of the boathouse. Then she slowed and turned to Alice without a hint of reproach in her expression. Instead, there was only concern. Yet another way she differed from John. “Would you rather find somewhere else?”

  Alice shook her head, skirting the edge of the pool as she made a beeline for the staircase leading to the second floor. This place was likely as good as it would get, creepiness aside. “I just hope the door at the top is unlocked.”

  Rosa beat her up the stairs and made a triumphant noise when she successfully turned the knob that granted them access to a large, window-filled storage room. Alice turned off her flashlight when she reached the top of the stairs, pleased by how well the nearly full moon illuminated the space. She closed the door behind them, relieved to leave the menacing water below. In another stroke of luck, she realized the door had a lock, which she engaged without hesitation.

  “This works,” Rosa said softly, turning in a circle as she looked around the sparsely occupied space. Cardboard boxes and life preservers and oars and even a couple of small kayaks lay scattered in haphazard piles around the room, but there was a large patch of open floor next to one of the massive windows, and more importantly, nobody would interrupt them here. “Don’t you think?”

  “I never imagined we’d find someplace this nice.” Alice walked to the open area and unshouldered her backpack, ready to unburden herself of its weight. She unzipped her hoodie and tossed it onto the floor. That’s when her legs weakened suddenly in anticipation of what was about to happen. She’s going to go down on me. A woman is going to go down on me. Another rush of wetness poured from her, and she groaned, sinking onto the floor as she contended with a surge of emotion and arousal that left her momentarily breathless. “I’m really happy we did.”

  “Tell me about it.” Rosa unzipped and unrolled the sleeping bag near the window. She seemed lighter than when they’d first gotten into the boat, and more confident. “There may not be rose petals or candlelight, but I dare say this isn’t a bad setting for a first time.”

  Even if she wasn’t technically a virgin, Alice marveled at how much tonight really did feel like the first time. With John, she hadn’t wanted the sex nearly this badly, yet still managed to walk away distinctly unsatisfied. Everything about tonight—this place, her partner—hinted at a very different outcome. “It’s perfect.” Not an overstatement. Not anymore.

  Rosa’s smile grew at her bold praise. “Perfect? Not too creepy?”

  Alice flashed back on the image of the dark water below and shuddered. “Don’t remind me.”

  Cooing, Rosa offered Alice a hand to help to her feet. “I’m sorry. Let me take your mind off it?”

  “All right.” Caught between uncertainty and desire, Alice allowed herself to be pulled to her feet, and then she collapsed into Rosa’s arms when invited to do so. Her proximity to the moment when she’d actually have to remove her clothing and reveal her naked body had slowly eroded the bravado she’d felt on the boat. Though Rosa had already seen her bare stomach and breasts, the thought of how much trust it would require to allow someone to come face-to-face with her most private spot, and how vulnerable such an examination would surely make her feel, left Alice shaking within the embrace. Worried that Rosa would misread her hesitation, she said, “This is the part where I get nervous, but please don’t think that means I don’t want this. I do.”

  Even if I can’t imagine taking off my pants for you.

  “I know you do.” Rosa spoke in a soft voice and ran the backs of her fingers across Alice’s cheek as she looked into her eyes. “Relax. It’s just me.” She kissed Alice, a deliberate reminder of all the other kisses they’d shared over the past twenty-four hours. She murmured another reminder against Alice’s swollen lips. “The chocolate addict who thinks you’re an engine
ering genius because you built me a ballista out of Popsicle sticks.” She shot Alice an impish smile. “We’ve had so much fun today already. This is us having a little more fun. Grown-up fun.” She punctuated the thought by moving a hand down to cup Alice’s ass. “But it’s still you and me, like before. Shall we lie down?”

  “Please.” Alice allowed Rosa to lead her to the sleeping bag, then melted onto it, resting on her back in the center in what she hoped was a subtle invitation for Rosa to climb on top of her. She’d imagined how it would feel to be pinned beneath that curvaceous, womanly body more than once, and her desire to find out for certain far outweighed her nervousness about what might happen after that. “Hold me for a minute?”

  “Definitely.” Rosa sank onto her knees, then stretched out alongside Alice while simultaneously slipping a thigh between hers. She gathered Alice into an intimate embrace that fell slightly short of what she’d secretly desired. “How’s this?”

  “Wonderful,” Alice said truthfully. She pressed her mouth to the base of Rosa’s throat, enjoying the way her pulse thrummed strongly beneath her lips. “But…you could lie on top of me, if you want.”

  Rosa raised an eyebrow, apparently tickled by her reluctance to simply ask. “Could I?”

  “If you want,” Alice whispered. She kissed Rosa’s throat again, then nudged her knee deeper between Rosa’s thighs until she could feel the heat of her arousal through her jeans.

  Rosa’s hips sought out hers, luring her into an instinctive dance Alice’s body couldn’t help but join. “What do you want?”

  Alice bit her lower lip as Rosa’s thigh pressed into her throbbing, sensitized flesh. “I want you on top of me.”

  Rosa flipped them so Alice lay flat on her back, then climbed over Alice so they were breast-to-breast, hip-to-hip, aligned from head to toe. She worked her thigh between Alice’s, briefly, before Alice allowed her legs to fall open and accepted the sensual weight of Rosa’s lower body resting against hers. Rosa ground into her pussy and pulled Alice’s hands up to pin them against the sleeping bag over her head. Hips undulating, she stared into Alice’s eyes as she first bent to nibble her lips, then briefly tangle with her tongue. When Rosa lifted her head again, fierce hunger burned in her gaze. “If you want something from me, ask. The worst that I’ll do is I say no…but honestly, that’s not usually what happens.”