THE DARE (G!P Freenbecky)

Chapter 33 🔞

"Now?"

Becky smiled and kept walking with her towards the table. It had obviously been put there for a utilitarian purpose, but its surface was just large enough that she could sit on it and Freen could—

"You're sure?" Freen whispered against her mouth as she began to kiss her. "You don't want to wait till New Year's—"

Becky reached for her through her slacks, and Freen gritted her teeth as her hands, with unerring accuracy, closed around her aroused length.

"Far be it for me to dissuade you," Freen whispered as she placed her hands around her waist and lifted her until she sat on the table's edge. Between kisses Freen said, "What exactly do you have on underneath that skirt?"

"Boots—and a thong."

"In this weather?"

"We only had to walk from one house to the other."

"Good point," Freen said, pushing her long skirt out of the way and hooking her fingers around the sides of her scanty undergarment. Freen pulled, and it came right off. Not wanting to leave any evidence that could incriminate them, she stuffed the silk garment into the side pocket of her slacks.

Becky was already working at those same slack's fastenings, and before Freen could do anything else, Becky had freed her. And there she was, primed and ready, unable to hide the incredible attraction she had for her.

"Okay," Becky whispered, leaning back on the table, propping her upper body up with her elbows. "I'm ready."

"You are? What about foreplay?"

"I've been thinking about you all afternoon; that's enough foreplay for me."

What a woman. If this was a dream, Freen didn't want to wake up.

She moved between her legs, positioned herself as close to her as possible, and in a moment of clarity reached inside her pocket and found the small foil packet.

After protecting them both, Freen pushed back her long skirt and her silky slip and hooked her booted legs up over her shoulders.

And kissed her. Kissed her long and hard as she found that wet, hot heart of her and slowly began to push inside.

Becky broke the kiss, gasping, her head going back, but Freen couldn't stop her progress and kept pushing, relentless now, until she was all the way inside her.

Freen couldn't seem to think coherently, she could only move. Pressed up on top of her, her hands slid to her waist, then down beneath her skirt to cup her buttocks. She held her still on the small table as she moved, the sexual motion driving, urgent, filled with a need that had been denied for far too long.

Through the haze, she thought to bring her hands around to where they were joined together so intimately, to stroke her quickly, lightly, to ensure that she reached her pleasure as soon as possible.

And then Becky moaned low in her throat, reached for her, reared up, and grabbed her shoulders. Freen felt her climax, felt the contractions that sent her over the edge, driving into her, pumping harder and harder until she felt her release, felt its inevitability, and then Freen was there as well, groaning into her hair, saying her name, and  then—

Done. Spent. Gasping as she lay on top of her, trying not to crush her, and wondering if this time in the pantry had been as wonderful for her as on the floor of her den.

"I wonder......" Freen said, then took another deep, steadying breath. "I wonder what it would be like to have sex with you in a bed?"

Becky laughed, and Freen felt her flat stomach move ever so gently. Becky laughed from down in her belly, and Freen liked that.