Page 53 of Watching Henry

Florence narrowed her eyes and let her hand drift up over Hadley's soft skin, feeling the ridges of ribs, feeling the swelling of her breast, realizing she wasn't wearing a bra, and finally, finding the hardness of a nipple. Ever so gently she tweaked. Hadley gasped.

“Now,” Florence said.

“Now,” Hadley agreed.

Suddenly, fingers were pushing her underwear aside. Suddenly, she was being touched. Suddenly, she knew what all the fuss had been about.

Yes, she was technically a virgin. But that didn't mean that she'd never been touched. Clumsy boys and her own fingers had both been there. Sometimes even bringing her to satisfaction. But it was nothing like this.

As Hadley's fingers slipped into her slick wetness Florence's entire body focused on that one sensation. Everything else ceased to exist and all she could do was feel and breathe. Hadley stilled and Florence let herself slowly get used to the idea of being touched like this.

Then the fingers moved, sliding up, dragging wetness with them, making slow circles that sent a pounding wave of sensation over Florence. She groaned involuntarily and Hadley smiled.

The curve of her cheek, the scent of her so close, the feeling of her breath, it was all too much. Too much and yet not enough.

Without thought, Florence pushed herself against Hadley's hand and in response Hadley began to stroke her. Fingers agile and sure, Hadley began to coax more and more from her and Florence threw her head back, gasping for air, hands gripping both sides of the refrigerator now as she tried desperately to exert some kind of control.

“Let it go,” Hadley whispered.

She came in close, her other arm cradling Florence against her, holding her gently as her fingers worked below.

Florence could feel herself on the edge, feel herself swaying as though the wind were blowing her. Hadley quickened her touch and Florence felt so full, so ready, that she didn't know what to do.

“Trust me,” whispered Hadley. “Just let go.”

And Florence did.

Soaring through the air on waves of pulsing pleasure she gasped and Hadley held her still, keeping her safe, keeping her warm until slowly, slowly she began to float back down to earth, she began to breathe again.

Slowly, slowly, the world started to return to her. The refrigerator hummed, her breath gasped, Hadley's shirt stroked her cheek. She closed her eyes, centering herself.

“Jesus Christ,” Hadley said.

Florence pushed back so that she could look Hadley in the eye. “Jesus Christ?”

“I don't care if you believe it or not,” said Hadley, eyes heavy-lidded and lips swollen. “That was the sexiest damn thing I've ever seen in my life.”

It was Florence's turn to raise an eyebrow. “Uh-huh. We'll see about that.”

“You mean there's more to come?”

“I mean you haven't had your turn yet and we should always strive to be fair and equal.”

Hadley smirked again. “I won't disagree with you there.”

In one move, one strangely garnered from an almost forgotten self-defense class, Florence gripped Hadley's wrist and spun her so that she was the one backed against the refrigerator.

Only when she was there, curly blonde hair splayed against the metal, lips parted, did Florence's heart-rate start to rise again.

Carefully, slowly, she unbuttoned Hadley's shorts. Then, losing her nerve, she skimmed both hands up over the curve of the waist, up until each cupped a full breast.

Even the feel of them in her hands made her wet again.

Her breath came faster, but Hadley was the one who groaned as Florence's thumbs brushed over her nipples.

“Now?” Florence said, asking this time rather than demanding.

“Now,” Hadley said, eyes almost closed. “Please, now.”