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Sitting across from Violet on the sofa in her apartment, Judy only has one thing on her mind.
She’d invited Violet over for dinner after work as a sort-of second date, since neither of them wanted to wait until the weekend to go out again.
But now that they’ve had dinner, now that their shoes have been kicked off and they’re just talking on the sofa, Judy can’t help but think about how badly she wants to kiss her again.
Violet had kissed Judy goodnight at the end of their first date last weekend, and it took everything in Judy not to invite her inside, but only for fear that she hadn’t actually thought that far ahead. She did, however, lean back in for a second kiss. A second, much longer kiss. And then it really took everything she had not to invite her inside. Because all Judy wanted in that moment was to kiss Violet’s lips all night long. The thought of anything more than that? Well, it was just a little bit scary. Good scary, but scary nonetheless. It still is.
Apparently, Violet notices that Judy’s mind is elsewhere, because all of a sudden she stops talking and instead gives an amused smile, which is when Judy finally stops staring at her lips, feeling the blush creeping up her neck as she meets Violet’s eyes once more and says, “Hm?”
“You a little distracted there?” Violet asks.
“Um.” Judy lets out a laugh of embarrassment. “Sorry. What were you saying?”
“Nothing.” Violet replies, licking her lips. “Absolutely nothing.”
Judy doesn’t know what to say to that, only knows that the way Violet is looking at her now makes her heart begin to race inside her chest and then, without really thinking too much about it, she shifts forward and Violet does the same, and then their lips are touching in a soft, gentle kiss.
Judy’s hand finds its way to Violet’s cheek, slowly caressing her skin as she moves down her neck, and Violet’s hand settles on her shoulder, the other at her waist. Violet makes the softest of noises, squeezing her shoulder when she does, as what feels like thousands of tiny butterflies swirl around Judy’s stomach. The kiss is so slow, so intentional, like neither of them want to rush this. Like this is all there is.
Violet’s hand makes its way from her shoulder to the back of Judy’s head, as she deepens the kiss, letting out another soft hum that makes Judy’s chest feel like it’s on fire, as she gladly allows Violet to pull her in closer. In fact, it’s not close enough, she thinks, as she begins to kneel up, moving more into Violet’s space, her hands back on her cheeks as she hovers slightly above her now, Violet’s hands sprawled across her back.
She feels Violet’s tongue brush against her lip and sighs, letting her mouth fall open at the touch, allowing Violet’s tongue to glide against her own. She’s not even sure how long they stay like that– seconds, minutes, it’s all a bit of a blur, all she does know is that at some point there’s a shift. A shift that makes her aware of just how fast her heart is beating and of the now unyielding ache between her legs and of the way their kiss is no longer quite so soft or slow. And just how okay she is with all of that. She needs to be closer.
She leans forward into the kiss, as Violet leans back a little, letting Judy go wherever she wants, letting her take the lead, letting her own hands slide down to Judy’s hips, as Judy continues pressing her body forward. But Violet wants her closer.
Her fingers begin clawing at her hips, urging her forwards, until there’s no more space to fill and it feels like Judy has no choice but to lift her knee and bring it across Violet’s lap until she’s straddling her, her skirt now bunched around her upper thighs.
There’s a brief moment of pause, as they stop to look at each other, eyes wide, lips swollen and chests heaving. They both seem to be checking in with each other without words, wondering if this is okay, both very aware that something they didn’t plan for is now taking place. But there are no objections from either of them, so soon Judy is hurrying forwards again to resume kissing her.
Violet’s hands are back on her waist, before travelling up her sides, sending little sparks through Judy wherever she touches, as Judy clasps at Violet’s neck, needing more and more and more of her sweet taste. She lets out an involuntary moan that has Violet smiling against her lips and suddenly they’re both giggling when they finally come up for air. Judy’s breath catches at the way Violet is looking at her, like she could just devour her. And Judy would let her do just that, she thinks, as she bites her lip before kissing her again, daring to drag her tongue across Violet’s top lip and feeling a thrill pierce right through her like a lightning bolt when Violet opens her mouth for her.
She lets her tongue explore Violet’s mouth, the other woman letting her take the lead once more, and part of Violet wants to stop for a second just to let Judy know it’s because her head is currently spinning, so her taking the lead is simply out of the question right now. But stopping would mean stopping and that’s not an option with Judy on top of her like this. Her hands squeeze Judy’s waist and they’re itching to move up towards her chest, so finally, she lets one of them. It tickles and Judy shies away from it, involuntarily arching her back and pressing her body into Violet’s, so Violet moves her hand back to where it was before and Judy pulls away, breathless.
“Too much?” Violet asks between breaths.
“No.” Judy shakes her head, her face flushed. “No. It’s a lot.” She admits. “But it’s not too much.”
“Okay.” Violet whispers with a soft smile, staring up at Judy in complete wonder.
And Judy just looks right back. Waiting.
So, once again, Violet lets her hand slowly travel up Judy’s waist. It doesn’t stop tickling and it takes great effort for Judy not to move away again, as a shiver runs through her. Violet reaches her ribcage and Judy lets out a shaky sigh before biting her lip, the anticipation pooling at her centre.
When Violet finally reaches her breast and cups gently, she can sense Judy’s shyness returning, as she appears to freeze. And the truth is, she is frozen, every thought Judy might’ve previously had, every instinct she’s been following so far, has been flung from her head in some kind of short circuit situation the very moment Violet’s hand touched her breast.
“Hey,” Violet whispers with a small smirk, “Come here.”
She can do that, she thinks, regaining some of her senses, as she dives back forward and presses her lips to Violet’s once more, moaning into her mouth when Violet squeezes the skin beneath her silk shirt.
Her own hands sit on Violet’s shoulders and in a moment of boldness, she lets them move down Violet’s chest until they rest on top of her breasts, making Violet arch into her touch with a soft moan of her own, as she brings her free hand up to Judy’s other breast.
The kiss slows again and Violet’s smirk returns, knowing the reason for it is because her hands are being far too much of a distraction for Judy to be able to concentrate on just kissing. She rubs her thumb over the faint outline of Judy’s nipple, making her whimper and kiss Violet harder, as she too squeezes the soft skin beneath her fingers.
Violet lets out a whine and Judy takes the opportunity to suck her bottom lip, which makes her gasp too and oh it would be so easy for Judy to start undoing the buttons of Violet’s blouse. So, so easy, she thinks, as Violet licks her top lip.
Judy becomes painfully aware, then, of just how restless she’s become. Her knees, each resting at either side of Violet’s hips, instinctively want to close together to provide some sort of relief for the desperate ache between her thighs.
She pulls away just slightly, and Violet kisses her chin, so she lifts it in response, allowing Violet to trail kisses across her neck, as she tries to think about what should happen next.
“Judes.” Violet says, placing a hand on her cheek.
“Yes?” Judy answers, looking back down at her, hoping she hasn’t just ruined this simply by thinking.
“Are you okay?”
And she feels almost silly now. Like she’s a teenager doing all of this for the very first time. Perhaps she shouldn’t, she reminds herself. She is doing all of this for the very first time. The only difference is, she’s pushing forty.
“I don’t know if I can…” She says, unaware of what she even wants her next words to be.
“It’s okay.” Is Violet’s immediate, gentle response.
“And it’s not that I don’t want to, I… I want…” She tells her, trying to get across just how badly she does want to take things further. One day.
“Judy,” Violet says, placing her hand back on her shoulder and lightly squeezing. “It’s okay.”
“I just don’t want you to think…”
“I don’t.”
“Because I really want, I mean I’ve never wanted… Not like this.” Judy says, her gaze intense and still full of that very same want.
Violet laughs, biting her lip. “Good to know.”
“Really?”
“Really.” Violet says, reassuringly. “We’ve got time.”
Judy nods, exhaling with relief, before staring back down at Violet’s lips.
“We could… Just keep kissing?” Violet suggests.
And Judy nods more enthusiastically, leaning back in.
It takes all of three seconds for her to remember why she had to stop kissing Violet in the first place. And if she doesn’t stop again soon, she worries she’s going to have no control over her fingers when they inevitably begin to unbutton Violet’s blouse.
She stops again.
“Too much?” Violet asks.
Judy groans, at the same time letting out a small laugh.
“I’m just not ready.” She says.
“Don’t worry about it.” Violet tells her.
“It’s just if we don’t stop now, I’m gonna end up…” She trails off, eyes widening, like she can’t even bring herself to say the rest, making Violet laugh. And then she sort of whines, “Oh, but I want to kiss you so bad.”
“You can kiss me goodnight.” Violet says, making Judy smile. “For now, maybe we should…” Her fingers gently tap against Judy’s thigh and Judy nods in agreement, lifting her knee back over to her original side of the couch, sitting next to Violet once more.
Judy looks at her, wondering if she really is being too silly about this, but sensing her worries, Violet simply reminds her, “We’ve got so much time.”
Judy nods, before wrapping an arm around Violet’s waist and nuzzling into her chest. And when she feels Violet’s arms wrap around her too, she suddenly feels with great certainty that they’ve made the right decision.
They’ve got time.