About The Lady Wants More
by Adriana Kraft
69 pages / 19000 words
ISBN: 978-1-61040-246-0
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Janet Baxter keeps her post-divorce life neatly compartmentalized:
Secure job, spacious Westchester County home, successful adult children,
dependable community volunteer activities. So, why is she drawn to attend
her twenty-year college reunion in New York City?
Always a free spirit, Brenda Cassidy is comfortably bisexual and has no
plans to settle down. But a fling? The reappearance of svelte, reserved
Janet Baxter in Brenda’s life is nothing less than a gift, worthy of every
enticement Brenda can conjure up. Can Brenda seduce Janet into an endless
night of the lovemaking they enjoyed too briefly as college roommates? What
if the lady wants more?
Sample
Brenda spun around to face Janet when they got to the far corner of the
dance floor. She knew Janet would prefer to be in the corner rather than on
the front edge where bar patrons could easily gawk at them. She, herself,
preferred center stage but—she grinned at her partner—tonight she’d cater to
Janet’s desires. She just wished she could get a better read on her former
roommate’s desires. Did they include her, yet? There was no need to rush
things now that they’d reconnected after all these years.
Brenda had already decided that Janet needed, once again, to break out of
her shell and get on with her life. Of course she’d often been accused of
making quick judgments, if not rash ones. But surely the universe hadn’t
crossed their paths just so they could share a drink and swap life stories.
While she wasn’t looking for a permanent relationship, whatever that was,
she was always on the lookout for a relationship that might offer enough
challenge and spice to keep her going for more than a night or two.
Brenda grinned at Janet. She knew for certain this tall dark haired women
with gorgeous long legs could provide ample challenge and spice for some
time. She held out her hands, interlaced her fingers with Janet’s and
listened for the beat to the fast paced hip hop music. At arm’s length they
swayed and stepped to the music. They circled each other.
Brenda filled her lungs. Her body throbbed with the music. Her brain clicked
into hypersensitive mode—once again, she’d become the huntress. “Are you
ready for me?”
Janet grinned and nodded. She dropped her hands, spun around and reached for
Brenda again.
Smiling, Brenda blew her partner a kiss. She was pretty sure Janet hadn’t
heard her words over the band. Yet clearly Janet also delighted in pulsing
to the music. Brenda had never seen her more free than on the dance
floor—well, and occasionally in her arms. Their lovemaking always began
tentatively, with Janet fighting some sort of war in her mind, heart and
body. Brenda grinned and squeezed Janet’s fingers. Once unleashed, Janet had
never failed to embrace their lovemaking with a zest that astonished Brenda
every time. She’d never been with a lover who surprised her as much as
Janet.
The third song shifted from fast to slow. Brenda didn’t hesitate. She
nestled her body naturally against Janet’s. Her thighs slipped around
Janet’s right knee. Janet gasped, and then perhaps not wanting to make a
scene, settled her arms around Brenda’s lower back. Avoiding eye contact,
Brenda rested her head on Janet’s shoulder, where she appreciated the rise
and fall of Janet’s pert breasts. As usual, Janet’s chin came to rest atop
Brenda’s head. They swayed together as if they formed an island on the
otherwise crowded dance floor.
Brenda wished she knew what Janet was thinking, if she allowed herself to
think at all. Gradually, Brenda’s hands slid down over Janet’s tiny rump.
She felt Janet’s thong through the skirt fabric. She was surprised to
discover her former lover had chosen such a risqué undergarment. Brenda
closed her eyes and nestled closer as Janet’s hands moved to rest on her
rump. Although they never traveled lower, Brenda was thrilled to think Janet
wasn’t totally uninterested. She wet her lips and peeked again at the rise
of Janet’s breasts. She blew warm breath across Janet’s cleavage knowing
full well her nipples would harden in response, if they hadn’t already.