Page 57 of The Mended Hearts Bookshop

She followed Pen up the stairs, admiring the shape of her from behind, and marveled at how this all seemed so… natural, so normal almost. If she thought hard about it she realized that they’d known each other for only a few weeks. If she stopped thinking she felt like they’d known each other forever.

Pen’s hand was tight in hers as Pen led her into the flat and turned to lock the door behind them.

“Sure?” Pen asked, big blue eyes looking up at her.

Ash half wanted to eat her, half wanted to hold her, half wanted to kiss her, and had suddenly grown to a whole 1.5 persons apparently. Her heart fluttered again. “Absolutely sure.” She looked around. “So… where?”

“Bedroom?” suggested Pen.

Ash grinned and nodded and let herself be taken by the hand again into Pen’s bedroom. It was precisely how she would have imagined it if she’d taken time to imagine it. Lamps, throws, too many pillows on the bed, all Pen, fluffy and light and comfortable and lovely.

She swallowed, feeling suddenly a little awkward. Pen squeezed her hand.

“It’s going to be fine. We go slow, we stop whenever you like, and we communicate, okay?” said Pen.

Ash nodded, her mouth dry. “Can I kiss you?”

“Of course.”

Ash leaned in, letting their mouths meet, letting their bodies mold together until she felt the familiar heat rising again, felt her instincts taking over. Pen moved against her, breathing gently, moaning as Ash’s hands went to her waist.

The sounds gave Ash more confidence. She pulled back a little to see Pen’s half-closed eyes and then, in an instant, she wanted so much more. Her hands started to fumble with the zipper on the back of Pen’s dress. Pen grinned up at her. “Shall we do this properly?”

Ash nodded dumbly and Pen turned around so that she could pull the zip down fully. Ash’s hands slid over Pen’s shoulders as she pushed the dress off her until Pen was standing in the middle of the bedroom floor in her underwear, a puddle of material around her feet.

Hands shaking now, Ash reached for the clasp of Pen’s bra. “Is this okay?” she asked hoarsely.

“Perfectly,” Pen said.

She undid the bra in a thankfully swift movement and then, before she had time to think, Pen turned back around and there she was, pale and beautiful standing in the half-light, her breasts full and large, her grin full and large, and Ash about fainted on the spot.

“Your turn?” Pen asked.

Given that she was busy not fainting, Ash could only nod as Pen casually and slowly unbuttoned her shirt, as she slid it over her arms, as she flicked open the button on her jeans, as she slid them over her legs. Until Ash too was standing in the half-light wearing only sensible knickers and a dark tank-top.

Pen’s hands reached for the hem of the tank-top and Ash reached up to stop her. “I’d rather not,” she said. “If you don’t mind?” She was small there, men had always said so, and she’d disliked taking off her shirt since school when the other girls would make fun of her. Pen simply smiled and took her hand again, walking them to the bed.

“Come on,” Pen said, lying down and patting the bed next to her. “I won’t bite. Unless you want me to.”

If everything up to now had been like a dream, this was some kind of fantasy. Ash climbed onto the bed, hesitant to touch Pen in case she disappeared. Finally, she reached out one hand and stroked Pen’s arm.

“That’s nice,” Pen said, settling back into the cushions.

Feeling daring, Ash let her fingers stroke up Pen’s arm and tickle against her shoulder.

“Mmm,” said Pen.

Feeling a mixture of anxious and daring, Ash let her fingers further trail down until they rounded the swell of Pen’s breast and Pen let out a moan that Ash felt all the way down to her core. She melted, wetness flooding between her legs until she thought there might be something wrong with her. This had never happened before.

“Why don’t you try kissing them?” Pen suggested. “Or sucking them perhaps? I’d like that.”

Obedient, Ash bent her head, letting her lips feel the softness of Pen’s skin, letting her mouth find the wrinkled hardness of anipple and then she sucked once and heard Pen suck in a breath of air.

Her breath coming faster, she sucked more, sucked harder and Pen began to wriggle underneath her, began to push up so that her breast was pushed into Ash’s face. Ash couldn’t breathe and she didn’t care.

Finally, Pen pushed her upward, detaching her mouth from her nipple. Ash was on her hands and knees over her, looking down at her blonde hair sprayed over the pillow.

“The other side now,” Pen said, calmly and quietly like she wasn’t at all melting on the inside in the way Ash was.

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