Under the Sheets, Between the Moons: A Night of Discovery, Desire, and New Beginnings

Marissa appeared from under the bed sheet, directly aligned with Sadie’s sweet navel. She looked like an overworked nun. Her cheeks and forehead were reddened, overheated, as if having just run a marathon. Her lips were puffy, and her face was slathered with wet pleasure of Sadie’s pussy.

Sadie’s heaving chest had calmed to a slower paced inhale-exhale. She peered between her slack breasts to smile at the one who had just made her morning start so well.

“Come up here,” she urged, reaching out her arms. “Let me hold you.”

Marissa crawled up Sadie, placing succulent kisses at random spots. Once settled next to Sadie, Marissa placed her head on Sadie’s bosom. She moved close to brush her pussy against Sadie’s leg and to feel the scratch of the stubble around Sadie’s pussy on the side of her knee.

She drew calligraphically across Sadie’s belly.

Laying on her back, Sadie played with Marissa’s long tresses of hair that were frizzy and frazzled after rubbing against the bed sheet for so long.

“I was not expecting this, you know,” Sadie said. “I always forget what alcohol does to me—especially when I’m tired.”

“Yeah, it brings up weird things—no, not weird—I mean unexpected things. Things no one knows.” Marissa cupped the side of Sadie’s left breast and brushed her thumb over the small nipple.

“Things we didn’t even really know.” Sadie eased her hand down the side of Marissa’s torso until her fingertips touched her hard hip bone. “Who knew? A few drinks and a tattoo,” Sadie said.

“I’m glad this was with you and not someone else. Imagine falling into this situation with someone I only knew for a night.” Marissa adjusted herself so her tongue could flick the nipple on Sadie’s right breast, remaining playful, lighthearted.

“Did you know?” Sadie asked apprehensively.

“About what?”

“About this, us, attraction.”

Marissa twisted so she could look into Sadie’s rich eyes. “No.”

“I didn’t intend for this to happen either.”

Sadie had intended to spend one night at Marissa’s condo so she would be closer to her morning meeting. A convenience and an evening with a friend.

Marissa raised up to her elbow. “I didn’t have a secret plan to have you spend the night and then get you drunk. Might be a plan for next time though.” She gave a sinister giggle.

Sadie tucked a strand of hair behind the small ear of her new lover. “I don’t think there’ll be a need for a ‘secret’ plan from now on.”

“Probably not.”

A moment later, Sadie exhaled pensively. “I think a lot of times, people—a man or woman—become more attractive when we get to know them. The person you’d ignore in everyday life, or considered a friend, gets a reevaluation, a second chance, after a good conversation or two.”

“So over time you’ve thought …” Marissa began.

“You are an attractive woman? Lovely really—both inside and out. Someone I like to be with.”

Marissa sat up straight to a sitting position, crossing her legs, beside Sadie. Her breasts swooped upward, so the nipple pointed upward, as her shoulders were rounded forward, listening. “I never really thought about this—you and me. I don’t know if it was a combination of wine and those movies and your tattoos.”

“The ‘hot and cold’ game?”

“That definitely opened a door.” Marissa lifted her eyebrows, shrugging an awkwardness as last night’s romp was so unexpected.

A few hours ago, as she put a tired and drunk Sadie to bed, Marissa had noticed Sadie’s tattoo of the waxing and waning of moon, centered by a full moon. Sadie had then asked Marissa to find her second tattoo, which was hidden in an intimate place.

“Last night—this morning—was special. You’re special,” Sadie said. She touched Marissa’s bottom lip.