She pushed any thoughts of work, of having to get up early and the consequences of what she was doing, to the back of her mind and, finally, let loose and enjoyed the kiss.
For Micky, that meant pressing her body against Robin’s and allowing the gentle, close-lipped pecks they’d been exchanging to turn into much more. Micky’s tongue greeted Robin’s, and when it did, she briefly opened her eyes. Perhaps to check in with herself, assess whether she really wanted this—oh yes!—or perhaps just to catch a glimpse of Robin, who had turned out to be quite a different kind of person than Micky had believed her to be based on first assumptions.
“Come on,” Robin said, when their lips parted. She shot Micky a narrowed-eyed smile, and Micky went all warm inside.
Micky followed Robin into the bedroom, which to Micky’s relief, was a room with actual walls. But Micky was no longer interested in decorations and interior design. She only had eyes for Robin, who was coming for her again, wrapping her hands around Micky’s neck, pulling her in.
The kiss that followed reached Micky somewhere deep inside, in a spot that hadn’t tingled like that in years. It wasn’t just the fact that, somehow, she had full confidence in Robin and what she was doing, but even more so that Micky was standing in another woman’s bedroom, kissing her. It had been a long time coming. Even though this particular night had come out of the blue.
Oh Christ, what was Micky doing? Why couldn’t she get her brain to shut up? She wanted to enjoy every single second of this. Her first time with a woman would only happen once.
When they broke from the kiss, Micky took a step back.
“Are you all right?” Robin asked. If there was any worry in her glance, it was veiled by a look of pure lust.
Micky sighed. “I’m sorry. I guess I’m a little overwhelmed by the situation. This is, er, my first—”
Robin bridged the distance between them. “You’re in good hands, Micky,” she said, then found Micky’s ear again, “even if I do say so myself.” She followed up with a short giggle. “Just relax and have a good time.” Robin stood up straight and looked Micky in the eye. “I want you too,” she said, and her voice had gone all low, the tone and desire in it connecting with Micky’s core.
She nodded, small slow nods at first, but quickly turning them into confident ones. Micky inhaled deeply, the way Amber had taught her to do before every meeting with her divorce lawyer—in through the nose, out through the mouth.
“I’m ready,” she said. And she was. One year after the divorce had been finalized, Micky was ready.
Robin sank her teeth into her bottom lip and stood there, scrutinizing Micky a few moments longer, then nodded back at her. In one swift movement, without unbuttoning it, she pulled her blouse over her head and stood in front of Micky in her bra.
Jesus. Micky had had a hint of what lay beneath—and of how amply Robin’s blouse had been filled out—but now that she came face to face with the evidence, she felt something throb between her legs. Micky quickly came to the conclusion that yoga was no match for CrossFit—and the fact that Micky had given birth twice didn’t help with her confidence either.
Not only could Micky actually see the outline of Robin’s abs as she stood there, with her arms on her sides, waiting for Micky to, perhaps, mirror what she had just done and start stripping, but Robin had an insanely toned set of arms on her as well. This woman was a goddess—and way out of Micky’s league, though she had no idea who would be within her divorced, mother-of-two, never-been-with-a-woman range.
“You… are…” Micky stuttered. She was aroused, oh yes, but also too intimidated to speak, let alone pull her top over her head.
Robin took a step toward her. “And you are beautiful,” she said, her voice serious. “And you need to get out of your head.” She kissed Micky gently on the cheek. When she started to undo the buttons of Micky’s blouse, Micky couldn’t keep her eyes off Robin’s upper arms. “Let me help you with that.” Robin slipped Micky’s blouse off her shoulders, and before Micky had the chance to even start feeling self-conscious, she ran her hands over Micky’s sides, flooding her with lust instead of self-doubt. “Let me take care of everything,” Robin continued. She unsnapped Micky’s pants next while peppering her neck with kisses, her breath hot on Micky’s skin.
Robin easily kneeled and tugged Micky’s pants off her, getting rid of her shoes in the process. Every time Micky caught sight of Robin’s gorgeous body and tempting smile, she felt a little less self-conscious because desire was starting to get the upper hand. Micky had only waited her entire adult life for this moment. A moment she had long believed she would never experience. Besides, Micky took good care of herself and there was no use comparing the state of her body to someone who was clearly a great deal younger and a fitness fanatic.