unhooked her bra, releasing the small, firm breasts, Claire’s pale nipples hardened under her gaze. Edie tasted them as she unzipped Claire’s jeans and pushed them and her panties down to her ankles. She sat on the bed and turned Claire so that she was facing her, standing between her legs. Claire lifted one foot and the other, like an obedient child stepping out of her clothes.
Edie buried her face between Claire’s breasts, breathing her scent. Her hands moved over Claire’s body, feeling the smooth skin, the taut muscles, the curves of breasts and hips and buttocks. Her fingers slid between Claire’s legs, testing. She stood up in one movement and laid Claire flat on the mattress.
For a moment, she gazed at Claire’s body, wondering if she should take off her own clothes. Their texture would be rough on Claire’s body, she decided, and quickly undressed. Carefully she placed her body over Claire’s so that their skin touched, but she was so much taller that they did not connect at the right places. Her breasts were below Claire’s, her ribs over Claire’s belly.
Claire was sideways across the queen-size bed, which was where Edie wanted her. The tailboard would have made it impossible to slide off the bed onto the carpet as she had done at Claire’s and as she did now after kissing and tasting her way down Claire’s slender body. Claire was shaking when Edie spread her legs. She came quickly.
Edie climbed back on the bed and would have kissed Claire’s mouth if Claire hadn’t turned her head. Instead, when her breathing slowed, Claire put a hand on Edie’s breast and said, “Wow.”
Edie laughed, even though she felt big and awkward again and only wanted to put on her clothes.
Claire went right to the source. She did not use her tongue, but Edie was so turned on from her own efforts that she came quickly. When it was over, she said, “Shall we get dressed and go now? I have a room reserved.”
They did not talk much on the drive north. The headlights made a pathway through the dark. Snowy banks and tall pines and alders flashed by as Edie’s Focus parted the night. Claire had put the Escape in the garage, even though it had more room. Edie’s and Claire’s skis were bagged and tarp-hooked to the roof rack.
“Tell me about your job,” Edie said.
Claire talked a little about the library branch where she worked. “There’s not much to tell. I check in books, I check out books, I sometimes stack books, I work the reference desk when needed. Did you always want to be a writer?”
“Yes, actually. I lucked into a publisher and that sort of set my course.” Now that the interstate had narrowed to two lanes, the headlights of passing vehicles flashed across their faces.
She glanced at Claire, who was staring straight ahead. She had not met her eyes since they’d left Edie’s bed.
“Are you hungry?” Edie asked, because she was. “We could stop at Jacobi’s.”
“Sure.”
Claire asked for a table in the far corner of the restaurant and sat with her back to the room. She ordered a glass of white wine.
Edie studied her quietly.
“Why are you staring at me?” Claire asked.
“Because you’re across the table from me?” Edie was drinking water. She was afraid wine would put her to sleep. In her peripheral vision she was surprised to see Jennifer Gottschalk get up from a table of four. She hadn’t noticed her when they were seated. She was always comforted by Jennifer’s size, because there were few women as tall and big-boned as Edie.
“Hey, I must have missed your e-mail,” she said with a smile as she approached. “Hello, Claire.”
Edie glanced at Claire and thought,who would not remember her ? “Sorry. This was sort of a spur-of-the-moment trip. Where are you skiing tomorrow?”
“Winter Park.” Edie looked at Claire as if silently asking was this okay, but Claire would not meet her gaze. “And you?”
“The same.” Jennifer had a warm smile, one that never failed
Edie buried her face between Claire’s breasts, breathing her scent. Her hands moved over Claire’s body, feeling the smooth skin, the taut muscles, the curves of breasts and hips and buttocks. Her fingers slid between Claire’s legs, testing. She stood up in one movement and laid Claire flat on the mattress.
For a moment, she gazed at Claire’s body, wondering if she should take off her own clothes. Their texture would be rough on Claire’s body, she decided, and quickly undressed. Carefully she placed her body over Claire’s so that their skin touched, but she was so much taller that they did not connect at the right places. Her breasts were below Claire’s, her ribs over Claire’s belly.
Claire was sideways across the queen-size bed, which was where Edie wanted her. The tailboard would have made it impossible to slide off the bed onto the carpet as she had done at Claire’s and as she did now after kissing and tasting her way down Claire’s slender body. Claire was shaking when Edie spread her legs. She came quickly.
Edie climbed back on the bed and would have kissed Claire’s mouth if Claire hadn’t turned her head. Instead, when her breathing slowed, Claire put a hand on Edie’s breast and said, “Wow.”
Edie laughed, even though she felt big and awkward again and only wanted to put on her clothes.
Claire went right to the source. She did not use her tongue, but Edie was so turned on from her own efforts that she came quickly. When it was over, she said, “Shall we get dressed and go now? I have a room reserved.”
They did not talk much on the drive north. The headlights made a pathway through the dark. Snowy banks and tall pines and alders flashed by as Edie’s Focus parted the night. Claire had put the Escape in the garage, even though it had more room. Edie’s and Claire’s skis were bagged and tarp-hooked to the roof rack.
“Tell me about your job,” Edie said.
Claire talked a little about the library branch where she worked. “There’s not much to tell. I check in books, I check out books, I sometimes stack books, I work the reference desk when needed. Did you always want to be a writer?”
“Yes, actually. I lucked into a publisher and that sort of set my course.” Now that the interstate had narrowed to two lanes, the headlights of passing vehicles flashed across their faces.
She glanced at Claire, who was staring straight ahead. She had not met her eyes since they’d left Edie’s bed.
“Are you hungry?” Edie asked, because she was. “We could stop at Jacobi’s.”
“Sure.”
Claire asked for a table in the far corner of the restaurant and sat with her back to the room. She ordered a glass of white wine.
Edie studied her quietly.
“Why are you staring at me?” Claire asked.
“Because you’re across the table from me?” Edie was drinking water. She was afraid wine would put her to sleep. In her peripheral vision she was surprised to see Jennifer Gottschalk get up from a table of four. She hadn’t noticed her when they were seated. She was always comforted by Jennifer’s size, because there were few women as tall and big-boned as Edie.
“Hey, I must have missed your e-mail,” she said with a smile as she approached. “Hello, Claire.”
Edie glanced at Claire and thought,who would not remember her ? “Sorry. This was sort of a spur-of-the-moment trip. Where are you skiing tomorrow?”
“Winter Park.” Edie looked at Claire as if silently asking was this okay, but Claire would not meet her gaze. “And you?”
“The same.” Jennifer had a warm smile, one that never failed
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