The Runaway

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Roseanne stilled when she realized someone's hand was pressed against her stomach. She also wasn't wearing panties yet had somehow kept her stockings on? Her groggy mind didn't compute until she opened her eyes to an unfamiliar room, and memories came flooding back.

Her first instinct was to grab her phone, but then she remembered she'd thrown it away. After running away from her arranged wedding. And setting the church on fire.

She swallowed and lifted the thin sheet, just to see the slim, tattooed arm. A black rose adorned the hand, and thorns wound themselves around the pinky and index finger. Butterflies fluttered in Roseanne's stomach at the realization of what she'd done yesterday. She'd never even pondered such a possibility, but now here she was. In bed with the coolest, most exciting woman she'd ever met.

Off-grid, unfindable, and losing her virginity to a stranger. If Dad thought he could tame her and put her in a perfect little box, he had another thing coming. Roseanne was a tigress and refused to be tied down by the constraints of society.

Was she really, though? Or had she been easy prey last night? This was brand new territory. Sure, she'd watched all seasons of Orange Is the New Black, had a crush on Cara Delevingne, and Cate Blanchett in a suit made her ovaries tingle, but she'd never assumed her interest would move beyond that.

And then along had come Lisa—because that was the name of the thrilling creature sleeping next to her.

Roseanne turned in the embrace to have a look at the girl she'd lost her virginity to.

The slim arm laying over her stomach had muscle definition under all the ink depicting mechanical elements, thorns, and a lizard tangled into one large design. Lisa was sleeping on her side, and seeing her face in daylight had Roseanne's heart skipping a beat. Some of her lover's long black hair fell over her forehead, and the kohl around her eyes was smudged, but that only added depth to her nonchalant exterior. Her long and curly eyelashes complimented the shape of her chin and cheekbones, while her lips were full, feminine, and perfectly kissable.

Roseanne leaned closer, but then became unsure and backed away again. She'd never felt this confused and turned on all at once. She looked down Lisa's neck, to a tattoo of female lips, and to her chest. The pale breasts formed small mounds, finished off with pale pink nipples. Roseanne couldn't avert her eyes, captivated by the beauty who'd graced her with attention. Even Lisa's stomach wasn't just 'flat' but had gentle ridges of muscle that Roseanne eventually dared to touch.

She traced a few more tattoos scattered here and there, as if they were points of interest on a map she couldn't read. One, right under the breast read Live to Ride, but then she noticed that under the other was a second one that said the exact opposite--Ride to Live. She swallowed hard when her fingers danced higher, to the pink nipple that was so much softer than she anticipated.

"Good morning to you too." Lisa opened one eye and smirked.

Roseanne stilled, but her heartbeat sped up. She opened her lips, but nothing came out.

"Perving on me?" Lisa snorted, and before Roseanne knew what was coming, Lisa pulled her close and slid her thigh between Roseanne's, shamelessly rubbing it against her pussy.

"Oh, God..."

She was way out of her depth. She'd never even been naked with anyone she liked this way before, let alone doing... whatever it was they were doing.

Lisa grinned. "I know. You feel good."

Despite her better judgment, Roseanne peeked down Lisa's stomach to her shaved mound, then back to the old school guns tattooed on her hips.