SUMMER'S END

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Robyn was so overwhelmed with emotion, she needed to hide her face somewhere—between Nicki’s thighs seemed like the best option. She inhaled her, by now, familiar sweet-tangy scent while trailing her tongue along the inside of Nicki’s upper thigh, first the right one, followed by the left one. So much had happened today, so much had changed, and this was, by far, the only way Robyn wanted to celebrate. She had always believed that the happiness that had surged through her when Jasper had proposed could only be topped by the moment they’d say “I do” to each other, but she couldn’t have been more wrong. This was far better. This was who she was, her head buried between another woman’s legs, hoarse moans floating in the air around her, nothing else on her mind but giving Nicki an earth-shattering orgasm. Her tongue darted along the edge of Nicki’s trimmed pubic hair, only stopping to allow Robyn to blow softly on her engorged pussy lips. Her own clit swelled at the sight, already throbbing violently behind soaked panties. Nicki’s hands had made their way from the spot where Robyn had pinned them on the sofa to her hair, tugging at loose strands. Robyn didn’t make her wait much longer. She would have if she could, but she ran on emotion and elation and pure lust, and making Nicki beg for it was not on the agenda tonight. She flicked her tongue softly along the length of Nicki’s lips. “Oh baby,” the immediate response came from above Robyn’s head. “Lick me, please.” And Robyn did. She let her tongue loose on Nicki’s folds, pushing it in as deep as she could, before her lips sucked Nicki’s pulsing clit into her mouth. Robyn felt her own pussy release a stream of liquid heat, and she couldn’t help herself. She had her hands free, anyway. Frantically, she unbuttoned her pants and let a hand slip into her panties, while
the other one held onto Nicki’s thigh for support.
While she twirled her tongue around Nicki’s clit, her index finger found her own aching bud and she repeated the motion of her tongue with her finger.
To bestow pleasure on Nicki, to have her head buried between Nicki’s spread-out legs, was such a turn-on, Robyn’s hand was quickly flooded with her own juices, her clit as slick and wet as what lay before her. “Oh god,” Nicki groaned, and her pleasure only intensified Robyn’s. They were held together by one motion. Flick, circle, flick, circle. By two body parts of the same person. They were in this together and it was all Robyn had ever wanted. Nicki’s legs clasped against Robyn’s ears, giving her the impression she was in a cocoon of love and lust and burgeoning
climaxes. Robyn’s orgasm started to build. Her mouth latched on to Nicki’s slippery lips as it crossed through her, spurred on by the convulsing movements of Nicki’s body, so utterly connected to hers. “Oh,” Nicki moaned, and it was the final straw. Robyn came against her own finger, her body sagging against the sofa. Nicki didn’t give her much time to recover. She lifted her legs off Robyn’s shoulders and pulled at her arms, dragging her back onto the sofa. Robyn luxuriated in Nicki’s post-orgasmic embrace, still a little overwhelmed by how extremely right and natural it felt to go down on another woman. How much she wanted it and how much it turned her on. She lay panting in Nicki’s arms, happiness warming her skin. Archie crawled onto the sofa and joined them. Just like Robyn, he’d taken an immediate shine to Nicki.
“What will you do when you come back?” She asked while scratching Archie behind the ear.
“Compete with this pussy for your attention.” Their fingers met while stroking Archie’s fur. Robyn chuckled, until curiosity got the better of her. “Will you go back into banking?” Nicki shook her head. “Never.” While her one hand remained on Archie, her other found its way to Robyn’s hair. “I honestly don’t know yet.”
“I know the perfect place for you to figure it out.”
“Oh yeah?” Nicki’s fingers had reached the skin of her shoulders, her fingernails hovering over her flesh, leaving goosebumps.
“Let me guess.” Nicki pushed herself up a bit to plant a kiss on Robyn’s forehead. “Your Laura Ashley bed?” “Am I that transparent?” Robyn drew her lips into a pout. “You are to me.” Nicki traced a finger from Robyn’s neck to her chin. “And we haven’t even started dating yet.”
“I’m Generation Y, infamous for wanting everything here and now. We tend to bypass protocol when we meet a hot woman.”
“You can say that again.” Nicki tilted Robyn’s chin towards her. “You’d barely come out of the closet and you were already trying to get into my pants.”
“Pants topped by faded black t-shirts sporting eighties icons, to be more specific.” Robyn leaned in for a kiss. She had expected to find some sort of relief in Asia, or at least, for a little while, an easy
way out, but she had never expected to meet her soul mate on a Thai island.