Rosie beamed. Emilia shuffled side to side, feeling self-conscious. “Me… eat her out?”
“Yes. You get the concept, right? Your tongue, your mouth, her pussy? I take it Jim’s done that to you at some point.”
Emilia blushed and looked away. “He’s… not very good at it.”
“Getting the feeling Jim’s not good at a whole lot in the bedroom.”
“That’s not true!” Emilia snapped. “He’s just not… not…”
“Not them,” Ms. Brook suggested.
Emilia hung her head and nodded. “How should we…?”
“Well,” Rosie said, and guided her down onto the mattress. “Let’s start like this.”
She leaned in, and cupped Emilia’s face gently. Emilia’s lips parted as the other woman drew closer and closer, until their breath comingled. Rosie’s thumbs traced her cheeks as she brought her soft, plump lips to Emilia’s. The kiss was good, softer, gentler than anything Emilia had been expecting of her time with Simon. This, she could get used to. This was… amazing.
Her own hands came up, shaky and unsure of themselves. She decided to emulate Rosie, stroking her cheeks and pursuing her lips when Rosie pulled back to catch her breath. So lost in Rosie’s warmth and passion, she didn’t notice Simon stripping down, or him bringing over Landon’s computer chair and settling into it. He languidly stroked himself as he watched the two beautiful women make out, not giving them any instructions or orders. He wanted this to play out naturally. His day with Emilia would be the calm before the storm.
Of course, that didn’t mean that it wasn’t going to be hot as hell.
Their kissing transformed from gentle and inquisitive to something more probing. Their hands began to explore. Not far, but necks, shoulders, their mutually long hair. Emilia loved it. The other woman was so warm and soft in all the best ways. Her block boys were hard, sleek, utilitarian, but Rosie was voluptuous and welcoming. It was such a hard turn from the way things had been going that it gave Emilia pause. Was there something degrading coming? Some awful thing she’d probably love despite being utterly humiliated?
Did she want that? She didn’t know. But she did want Rosie in that moment, and so her unsettled mind refocused on the other woman. She trailed her fingers down Rosie’s arm, all the way to her long, delicate hands, and squeezed them. Rosie squeezed back, smiling against her lips.
“It can be good,” she murmured. “It can be sweet and fun or it can be trashy and hot. Whatever you want, baby. It’s yours today.”
Emilia shot Simon a look. Of all the boys, she’d expected him to be the most aggressive. She was even a little scared of what he might do. But he gestured at Rosie as if to say to listen to her.
Slowly she traced the things she wanted to touch. Rosie’s curvy hips under the cheerleader skirt. The small of her back. Her soft abs. The sides of her breasts through the barely-there top. Her delicate throat. Her jaw, tipping it up for one more kiss. The valley between her breasts. Her hard nipples.
And like that, they moved together. Rosie fell onto her back, pulling Emilia with her. The sexy MILF leaned over the other woman at an angle, kissing her chin, her neck, her shoulders. Rosie eased her top down under her breasts, leaving them bare. Tempted by the flesh, Emilia hesitated a moment, then dropped her mouth to kiss the underswells, prompting a moan from the blonde cheerleading coach. Simon got up to do something to Rosie — Emilia shot him a quick glance and he was peeling down the blonde’s skirt and panties before sitting back down again. Emilia’s hand roamed further south while she kissed and tasted Rosie’s tummy, slipping down past her hairless mound to her sex and finding it as wet as she was.