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Was she wishing Lola would do something that wouldn’t even occur to Lola?

What if she was only hooking up with her to be nice?

A pity fuck?

Suddenly, Aly pulled away. “You’re freaking out.”

Lola was out of breath. “I’m not.”

“Youare.”

There was nowhere to hide from the panic. It was overtaking her. “I am,” she exhaled, relieved to tell the truth. “I’m sorry.”

“Is it weird for you that I’m a girl?”

To Lola’s surprise, Aly sounded vulnerable, like she was afraid Lola might realize this was all a mistake and then leave. It had not occurred to her that she might have this power over Aly. She had only considered the other way around.

“Are you kidding?” she said, rushing to make Aly feel better. “I’m, like…stokedthat you’re a girl.”

“Stoked,” Aly repeated, a small smile twitching across her face, her previous tension relaxing. “Okay.”

“Can we sit down, though?”

Aly guided Lola by the hand to the big couch in the living room.

“I think I am more nervous than I thought I’d be,” Lola admitted.

“So you’ve thought about this?” Aly said, her voice wry. She arched an eyebrow, her whole body angled toward Lola’s.

“You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this,” Lola said. “The problem is I don’t know what I’m doing.” Aly’s confident smirk warmed, and Lola felt the affection radiate toward her.

“You don’t have todoanything,” Aly said, pulling her close. “Allow me.”

“Oh,” Lola said in surprise, but then she couldn’t think any further because as Aly kissed her, her hands dug into Lola’s hair, and she pulled.

Everything ignited again. Unable to find the words to communicate how turned on she was, Lola bit Aly’s lower lip. Aly grinned.

Then Aly’s hands traveled down Lola’s neck. She paused, feeling Lola’s pulse race, and then traced Lola’s collarbone.

Everywhere Aly touched glittered with electric heat.

Her hands moved down Lola’s chest, grazing her nipples again before resting flat on Lola’s stomach. She moved an inch lower, and Lola’s body clenched.

“Can I take your dress off?” Aly asked, tugging her own shirt over her head in a decisive sweep. Lola felt dizzy, the simple act of Aly reaching for her own shirt hem, pulling expensive fabric from her own skin sparking a sharp desire in Lola’s stomach. It was just so…hot.

Lola nodded and raised her arm so that Aly could unzip her, and then they both started laughing as they tried to wrestle Lola from the Khaite gown.

Once it was finally on the ground, they resumed kissing, sitting side by side on the couch, Lola in her matching black lace bra and thong and Aly in a Calvin Klein sports bra and black trousers.

Aly was a really good kisser. Perhaps she was even the best kisser Lola had ever encountered. It was like she could read Lola’s mind. Their mouths melted together effortlessly. It wasn’t too wet or too stiff. Aly didn’t use too much tongue or too much caution in pulling Lola’s hair or adjusting her chin just as she liked. It was the Goldilocks of making out.

Aly hummed happily, deepening the kiss as she skirted her hand along Lola’s side, lingering and teasing Lola’s bare skin. It was suddenly hard not to compare Aly to Justin. Justin was a good kisser too, but he’d always been a little forceful, a little too excited to press his tongue into hers. Aly was more controlled than that. More graceful, more giving. And Lola was no longer freaking out since the pressure to please Aly had been lifted. Now she could just enjoy each touch, sink into each kiss and lick and bite.

Aly unhooked Lola’s bra with one hand. It fell to the couch.

Briefly, Aly pulled away and just looked at Lola, her eyes running up and down the length of her, eyes stopping in admiration, hands flexing where they were left against Lola’s waist. Lola blushed, never having felt so bare.

“Damn,” Aly said. “I know you know this already, but you’re gorgeous.”

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