FF (November 2009) Paisley Smith - First Taste

It's Natalie's ten-year high school reunion and she's reluctantly joined the planning committee. Things start to look up, though, when she finds that Haley Moore is on the committee - and she's even more gorgeous than Natalie remembered.

Ten years before, Natalie and Haley had experimented sexually together, but when high school ended, they went their separate ways. Their unexpected reunion finds them ready to make up for lost time, both in bed and out.

Note: First Taste is a lesbian romance. The stock cover does not depict the characters in the story.

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Sample

Chapter One

Ten years. I could hardly believe it. But here I was, walking into the restaurant where a few graduates of Woodrow Wilson High School were meeting to plan our tenyear reunion.

I had debated not coming at all. It wasn’t as if I had a great job about which I wanted to brag or I still looked as good as the day I graduated. But when Jeff Thompson had pleaded with me to help him out—knowing what a pushover I’d always been—I didn’t have the heart to refuse.

Divorced, no kids, a nine-to-five job…

I didn’t have anything to brag about at all. Hopefully, I could help with the planning and fade into obscurity the way I had when we were all in school. I’d been the consummate wallflower, the nice girl who somehow never had a date, the last one picked for any team. Yessiree. Band geek. That’s what it said next to my senior picture.

Well, it didn’t say geek. It did say band. Right alongside French Club secretary.

As I strode into the restaurant, I looked for some familiar faces. I recognized Jeff’s carrottop at the bar. Beside him sat Damon Gray, the quarterback on whom I’d had a wicked crush. Typical. He’d lost his hair and gained a beer gut.

My gaze drifted past him and my heart skipped a beat.

I stared. Looking thinner and prettier than ever, Haley Moore sat with her legs crossed in such a way that her short white dress revealed a tanned thigh. Leaning slightly forward, she sipped a martini from a delicate long-stemmed glass.

I sucked in a breath, shocked at the feelings the sight of her evoked in me. Haley and I had…experimented in school. She was the only secret I’d never told. Back then, I hadn’t known I was bisexual. I simply thought I’d been practicing for guys. Now I knew better. Haley had starred in more than one of my fantasies over the years but I’d never gotten the nerve to call her. I’d certainly never had the cajones to act on my sexual desires.

As if my presence were somehow magnetic, she turned and looked at me. I held her surprised gaze. Actually, I withstood it. Paranoia struck and I wondered if she could tell what I was thinking.

A smile lit up her face. She put down her glass, slid off the barstool and rushed toward me with open arms. In two seconds, she enveloped me in a hug and as soon as my arms went around her, the memories of kissing her in the locker room, fingering her when our parents thought we were asleep, skinny dipping with her in her swimming pool, flooded back over me in a rush that spiraled straight to my pussy.

“Natalie!” Haley cried, holding me in an uncomfortably long embrace. “Oh my God! I haven’t seen you since we graduated. What have you been doing? Come sit by me. You’ll have to fill me in on all the details.”

Her fingers laced with mine. I was certain everyone else assumed it was an innocent enough gesture but I knew better.

As we walked, I noticed her expensive dress and even more expensive shoes. Her makeup was impeccable. Her jewelry was stunning. The scent of her was sexy. Better yet, that scent was now all over me.

I felt like an awkward kid again as I lumbered along beside her in my high-top sneakers. As I climbed onto the open stool beside her, my thoughts ran wild. I wondered if her pussy had the same ultra-feminine fragrance as her perfume. We’d never actually gone down on each other.

Now I wished with all my being that we had.

I drank in her softly curled, dark hair that contrasted her sculpted bone structure. She’d lost the extra facial plumpness of youth and it suited her perfectly. “You look fantastic,” was all I could say.

“So do you.” She placed her hand on my jean-clad knee and an electric current radiated through me at the contact. The way she looked at me made me believe her

words were true even though I felt the divorce had emaciated me. While some women emerged from divorce like butterflies breaking out of a cocoon, I had not. Dating had not appealed to me, although I’d been asked out several times. Instead, I’d been spending my free time volunteering at the local hospital. And while volunteer work was certainly rewarding, it did not fill the empty space inside me that had compelled me to file for my divorce in the first place. Neither had four months of therapy.

“How’s your husband?” Haley asked as though she’d been picking up my thoughts psychically.

My lips parted. “I…we got divorced.” There was no easier way to break the news.

Her smile faded. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

I shrugged. “We just grew apart. I really don’t know what happened.” She hadn’t asked but I felt compelled to attempt an explanation anyway.

Her gaze found mine again and the look in her dark eyes made me wonder if she was thinking the same thing I was—reliving one of our steamy sleepovers from years gone by.

“What about you?” I asked, changing the subject.

Her smile returned and I was mesmerized by full red lips and perfect white teeth. I inhaled and crossed my legs but the motion only aggravated the ever-increasing throbbing between my thighs.

“I never married,” she said.

My eyes widened. “No?”

She giggled softly and leaned toward me until those cranberry lips grazed my ear. “Natalie, I’m gay. I thought you knew that.”

My pulse accelerated so fast and so hard I just knew she could hear my heart pounding in my throat.

Still smiling, Haley straightened. Her cheeks pinkened and her eyes sparkled. I gaped as if someone had just told me I’d won the lottery. I tried to swallow but couldn’t. All I could manage to utter was, “Really?”

Her eyebrows knitted together in mock reproach. “Silly Natalie. I thought you were too.”

My mind fled back over the years with my husband. We’d been friends. We’d enjoyed each other’s company but I’d never been really sexually attracted to him. I thought about the times I’d played with my vibrator. I’d always fantasized about being with women. Shit. Even though I’d never had sex with a woman, I’d known I was bisexual. That was never a question in my mind but could I possibly lean more toward being a lesbian than I’d known?

My intense physical reaction to Haley urged me to explore the possibility. Uncharacteristic courage flooded me and I gazed hard into Haley’s eyes. “Well, now that I’m free, maybe you could help me figure that out.”

Holding my stare, she twisted on her barstool and brushed my calf with the toe of her shoe. “I’d like that.”

Chills skittered down my arms. Although no one was smoking, the air felt thick and I could scarcely breathe. Butterflies flitted in my stomach and wetness gathered in my panties. I’d never been aroused for anyone the way I was for Haley right now.

“Are you two going to weigh in on T-shirt and band ideas for the reunion or not?” Jeff asked.

Plans for the reunion in place and three beers later, I was ready to be alone with Haley. The entire time, her fingers had brushed my knee or my arm. Her leg had touched mine and she had glanced at me with desire in her eyes. All I could think about was pulling up her dress, peeling off her panties and burying my face in her pussy.

Knowing she was gay—and obviously interested—only served to make me so incredibly horny I could hardly stand it.

My clit ached and my full bladder was only making it worse. I slid off my stool but stopped when Haley’s hand encircled my wrist.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“To the restroom.” God, her fingers felt like silk on my skin.

She came off her stool as well. “You know women always go in pairs,” she said nonchalantly. “Be right back, boys.”

They didn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. Neither did the people seated in the booths we passed as the two of us walked to the back of the restaurant. But inside, I shook. I knew the bathroom was a one-seater. I knew what Haley and I had done in public restrooms before.

Most of all, I knew what I wanted to do with her right now.

Still, I doubted myself. I didn’t want to come off as pushy. When we arrived at the door, I politely turned to her. “Do you want to go first?”

Her lips stretched into a smile as she twisted the doorknob with one hand and snatched mine with the other. Giggling, she dragged me into the bathroom with her and before the light was even on, she pushed me against the wall and covered my mouth with hers.

I melted.

It had been so long but the memories swept back over me in a torrent. I moaned, opening for her to admit her tongue. My own sparred with hers. My hands skimmed her body, caressing her through her flimsy dress.

The lock clicked. The light snapped on and I found myself staring at the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. All those years ago… Had I been in love with her then? Because I was fairly certain I was in love with her now.

My hands moved over the curve of her ass and then down to drag up her skirt. Fuck me! No panties. My lashes fluttered shut as her mouth fused with mine again.

Her thighs opened as I reached between them. She was as wet as I was. My heart hammered and I worked my fingers through her slippery folds, searching, finding…ah yes, there.

She moaned as I pushed one finger up inside her. A tremor shook her body. I explored her, tasting her mouth, breathing in the scent of her feminine perfume. My senses were inundated with her and with my surroundings. My skin tingled with her touch. My ears pounded with the rock music blaring through the speakers. I’d never felt so alive.

My free hand brushed over one of her breasts. No bra. Her nipple was diamond hard and grew even harder when I rolled it between my thumb and middle finger. She dragged her mouth from mine and clung to my shoulders. “I want you to eat me.”

Desire swirled wildly inside me. I dropped into a chair in the corner of the restroom and watched as she pulled her skirt up. Her pussy was bare except for a thin black landing strip. Her glistening and swollen clit peeped from between her folds. She moved closer, slipping out of one heel so she could prop her foot on the side of my chair.

Instinct took over and I leaned into her. She smelled wonderfully feminine and clean. When I kissed her clit, she trembled. Her hands threaded into my short hair and she pulled my face hard against her.

My hands cupped her soft bottom and I ran my tongue through her folds. It was better than I had ever imagined. I teased, nibbled and sucked her clit. I moved my hand down and tickled her with my fingers. Her breathing grew quick and harsh.

“Natalie,” she whispered huskily. “I’ve missed you. I…oh…I’ve dreamed of…this.”

Her heel squeaked as she shifted her foot on the floor. She tilted toward me, pressing more of her delectable pussy into my mouth, and then a shudder tore through her and I knew she was coming. I latched onto her clit and alternately sucked and flicked my tongue over it while she gripped my head and whispered how good it felt.

Joy surged at knowing I had brought her this pleasure.

When she finally stepped back and dropped her skirt, I stood and kissed her again. My entire being was consumed with her and our mouths locked as if I could crawl inside her and share her skin. Our teeth clashed. Our tongues wrestled.

Her hands began unfastening my belt. I unbuttoned my own jeans and she unzipped my fly. But just as her hand ventured under the elastic band of my bikini panties, a knock sounded on the door.

“Anybody in there?”

My heart sank.

“Just a minute,” Haley and I both said in unison and then we laughed at ourselves.

The spell was broken and I still had to pee. Before I could pull down my jeans, Haley pressed another kiss to my lips. “Will you come home with me?”

Chapter Two

Haley’s condo looked like something out of a magazine. The decor was decidedly modern with lots of chrome, stainless, black and white. She looked absolutely beautiful in it.

“Would you like a glass of wine?” she asked as she dropped her purse on a table in the foyer.

“I’d rather finish what we started at the restaurant,” I said truthfully.

She turned to me and her breasts swelled as she drew in a deep breath. Her nipples were visible under the white fabric and I ached to strip off that dress and kiss her there. I moved toward her, intent on doing just that.

She held out a hand to thwart me. “It’s your turn,” she announced as she swept that same hand over one of my breasts and down my abdomen to where she dug her fingers under the waist of my jeans. “Come with me.”

Like a puppy, I readily followed her into her bedroom. She kicked off her shoes and wriggled out of her dress before I could even unfasten my belt. Her body was beautiful and tan and fit. It was obvious that she worked out.

“You’re so sexy,” I uttered.

Naked, she put her hands over mine and finished unfastening my jeans. I ached to touch her but instead, I remained still so she could unbutton my blouse. As she pushed it off my shoulders, she peppered kisses across my collarbone.

I dragged my fingers up her silky arms and back down again. My body tingled wherever her skin made contact with mine. And when she pushed my jeans and panties down my thighs, I thought I would collapse.

Somehow, I managed to wrest out of my shoes and clothes. Haley reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I let it fall to the floor with the rest of my things and then…

Our naked bodies were pressed together. Her breasts collided with mine. The sensitive skin of my tummy countered hers. Our hips and thighs touched. Our arms encircled each other and our mouths merged.

I knew this was right.

The reflection in the mirror over her dresser was, in a word, beautiful. Two nude women, one with a short brown bob and the other with a wild mane of black hair. Haley’s skin was darker than mine and the contrast delineated where her body ended and mine began.

As we continued to kiss, she turned and walked me back until I felt the mattress at the back of my legs. I sank and so did she. My bottom hit the bed and she knelt between my thighs. I shook violently as she looked into my eyes and pushed my knees apart. When her bubblegum-colored tongue darted out to wet her lips, I thought I would die.

Her gaze dropped to my pussy and instinctively, I reclined on my elbows and scooted to the edge of the bed. I held my breath as she parted the short hair of my thatch and then nuzzled her nose into my pussy.

My muscles jerked and I fought to keep from squirming as her tongue flicked over my clit. I wanted her to bury her face in me. I wanted to grind against her mouth but somehow I forced myself to remain still as she nipped at the inside of each of my thighs.

She was teasing me and I loved every fucking minute of it. Her eyes flirted with mine and she smiled before she pushed my thighs impossibly wide apart and ran her tongue from my opening to the tip of my clit.

The breath left my lungs in a ragged rush. My nipples ached, they were so hard. Chills skittered down my arms and legs.

Haley lifted my legs. Her face descended into me again and I felt her warm, wet tongue wriggling inside me. I dropped back on the mattress and rocked my hips to meet her tongue thrusts.

“Oh my—” I began but I drew a sharp breath in through my teeth when a finger worked its way into