Chapter 2: The Hookup
Emma's apartment was small, but cosy, with a grey love-seat that faced a vintage record player. The smell of vanilla candles filled the room, and fairy lights twinkled from the ceiling. Bre's eyes scanned the space, appraising every inch with a discerning gaze.
"This is a nice place," she mused, running her fingers along a bookshelf filled with worn, paperback novels. "I like it." Bre's voice broke through my thoughts as she sauntered over to the window, her blonde hair catching the light. "I love the view from here."
She turned to face me, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I had never felt this way before, so strongly attracted to someone, and the excitement was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking.
"Would you like some wine?" I asked, gesturing towards the kitchen.
Bre nodded, and I poured us a glass each, the rich red liquid swirling in the glasses.
I handed one to her, and she took a sip, closing her eyes in bliss.
"Mmm, that's good," she murmured, her eyes opening to meet mine.
As we sipped our wine, the tension between us continued to build. I couldn't take my eyes off her, and I could feel my heart racing as she moved closer to me.
"You're so beautiful, Emma," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want you."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
My heart raced, and my head spun as I tried to make sense of what she'd just told me. I took a step back, the distance between us growing as my breath caught in my throat.
"Bre," I stammered, my voice trembling. "I want you too."
She looked down at the ground, her eyes glancing away from mine. "I wanted you to get to know me for who I am, not what I have," she said softly. "My body doesn't define me.
And I didn't want you to like me for any reason other than that I am me. I didn't want to be seen as a fetish or a novelty. I wanted you to see me for who I am."
Her words pierced through me, and I felt a mix of emotions - surprise, shame, and curiosity. I didn't understand why she was saying all these things, but it made my emotions swirl. I took a deep breath and glanced at Bre, who seemed unsure of how to proceed. I could see the vulnerability in her eyes, and I realized that this was just another layer of who she was.
Silence hung in the air for a moment, both of us clinging to the other's gaze. Suddenly, Bre leaned in and kissed me passionately.
I was surprised by it, but it quickly melted away into the mushing sounds of lips, tongues, and gentle mewlings that came from our throats. I wrapped my arms around Bre's neck as she deepened the kiss, her body pressing me against the wall.
My skirt rode up my thighs and my panties were exposed. Only a thin layer of satin was between my sex and Bre's powerful thighs.
Bre dropped down and removed my panties, discarding them onto the floor.
I could feel the wetness between my thighs growing. Bre must have intuitively known this because she took my hand and guided me over to the corner of my bed.
Bre kissed my neck and let out long breathy moans as her hands explored my body.
I tugged at her jeans, but only managed to get the top button undone because Bre had reached underneath my top and grabbed my right nipple hard. I moaned as she twisted and pulled on it. I dropped my hands, pulling her jeans down with me. I wanted to see her completely naked, to take everything in, but Bre's kisses were growing more desperate. She moved downwards, pressing her lips to every square inch of skin she could find. Her hands gripped my thighs tightly, and I was acutely aware of the power behind her hold.
Bre reached the space at the top of my inner thighs and her hot breath tickled against my sensitive skin. Our eyes met briefly, hers dark and wolfish.
Suddenly I feel something pressing against the folds of my labia. It's Bre's fully erect penis! I feel a jolt of surprise and confusion, but at the same time, my body reacts instinctively. I spread my legs wider, ready for what's to come.