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Billie: Top

Maggie: Bottom

Maggie had always lived with a certain level of decorum. After her husband passed away a few years ago, the sprawling estate became her world—a place to keep things perfect, presentable, and proper. But the long, hot summer was making that difficult. Her son Jake was out most days, leaving her alone to tend to the house and garden.

Then Billie came along.

Billie was the pool cleaner— way younger than Maggie, and the kind of person who exuded effortless charm. Their toned, tanned body was hard to miss, especially in the summer heat. Maggie had tried not to notice at first. She tried to keep her distance, but each glance at Billie—the way they moved, the ease in their smile—brought back a fire she thought had long since been extinguished.

It was a particularly sultry afternoon when things changed. Jake had left the house, headed to a friend's for the weekend. The estate was quiet except for the hum of the pool's filter and the occasional splash of water as Billie worked. Maggie watched from the shaded patio, sipping iced tea, her gaze trailing over Billie's glistening skin.

Billie glanced up, catching her stare. A slow, teasing smile spread across their lips.

"You're going to have to give me a reason to stay hydrated out here," they joked, wiping their brow.

Maggie felt her pulse quicken. She hadn't intended to flirt, but the tension between them was undeniable. With a boldness she hadn't felt in years, she stood and walked over to Billie.

"Why don't you come inside for a drink?" she offered, her voice softer than she expected.

Billie's eyes darkened with something more than amusement. They followed her inside, the air thick with anticipation. Once in the cool kitchen, Maggie handed Billie a glass of lemonade, their fingers brushing as she did. The touch sent a spark through her, and when Billie stepped closer, Maggie didn't pull away.

Before she knew it, Billie's hand was on her waist, pulling her in. Their lips crashed together, the kiss slow at first, exploratory, before deepening with an urgency neither could deny. Maggie moaned into Billie's mouth as their hands slid over her body, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. Billie's touch was firm, confident, as if they'd known all along where this would lead.

They stumbled back, Maggie gasping as her back hit the cool marble counter. Billie lifted her onto it, kissing down the line of her throat, their breath hot against her skin. Maggie's fingers tangled in Billie's hair, pulling them closer, her hips instinctively grinding forward, needing more.

Billie pulled back just long enough to meet her gaze. "Are you sure?" they asked, voice husky.

Maggie's response was immediate, her body aching with desire. "Yes."

With that, Billie's lips were on her again, more urgent this time. Maggie felt Billie's hands slide under her dress, the fabric lifting easily until she was left in only her lace underwear. Billie's fingers traced the edge of the fabric, teasing her, before sliding it off in one smooth motion. Maggie gasped, her body arching toward them, silently begging for more.

Billie's touch was electric. They explored her with a patience that drove Maggie wild, each stroke of their fingers making her pulse race. When Billie's mouth finally moved lower, Maggie could barely contain her moans. The sensation of Billie's lips and tongue against her sent waves of pleasure through her, and she found herself completely lost in the moment, her body responding to every touch, every kiss, every whisper of Billie's name against her skin.

Maggie's hands gripped the counter as Billie brought her closer and closer to the edge, her breaths coming faster, each one more desperate than the last. And then, with a soft cry, she came undone, the pleasure washing over her in waves so intense she could barely think.