kiss she’d shared with Alex, and how much she needed to escape. By the time she was safely inside her own house again, the details of the kiss became more and more vivid as bigger chunks of her memory returned.
Alex had been surprised by the kiss at first, but took control once it was initiated. Chandler had willingly allowed it, melting into full, soft lips, much softer than any man she’d ever kissed. Oh God, and the way the kiss made her feel. No one had ever made her feel like that. Her face heated up at the memory as a twinge of arousal stirred between her legs. This wasn’t the way this was supposed to happen. She wasn’t supposed to find herself attracted to her new neighbor, who also happened to be a woman. She was so in trouble.
Once Chandler was inside her bedroom, she stripped out of her clothes and headed into her bathroom, hoping a hot shower would put things into perspective. Standing under the warm spray of water, Chandler’s mind raced with several random thoughts.
Did it really happen? It could have just been a dream. As much as she tried to convince herself otherwise, she knew it had happened, and she’d enjoyed it. But how could she enjoy kissing a woman? She wasn’t gay. What the hell was happening to her? She didn’t want to think about Alex sexually, but her body was betraying her.
The more she tried not to think about the kiss, the more she thought about it, and about Alex. The feel of Alex’s body pressed against hers, her hands in her hair, holding her as she kissed her. If Chandler hadn’t passed out, who knows how far past kissing they would have gone? The thing was, she wasn’t sure if she was feeling relief or regret.
In her mind she dared to entertain the possibility of what might have occurred had she not passed out. Hands would have wandered and touched sensitive places as kisses became more passionate and arousal grew. She hated how fast her body responded to such wanton thoughts, but it had been over a week since she'd last indulged in giving herself an orgasm. She wouldn’t be denying herself today.
She closed her eyes and gave in to her thoughts. She slowly moved her hands up her body, over soft curves, inching upward, higher and higher until the weight of full, firm breasts filled her hands. She pretended they were Alex’s hands.
As her thumb and forefinger pinched and rolled sensitive pink nipples, delicious sensations shot straight to her clit, making it tighten and throb. Her heart rate increased along with her breathing as she felt at the mercy of her hormones. It was crazy how easy it was to fantasize about Alex while she touched herself. Not only was the woman gorgeous, but she oozed sensuality. The way her kisses made Chandler feel, she wondered what those lips would feel like on other parts of her body, kissing and licking sensitive places while she squirmed in delight. She moaned as her body shivered at the thought.
Needing to touch herself, Chandler moved her right hand from her breast down her body, past thick blonde curls, between her legs where her fingers were coated by her arousal. She was desperate for the release an orgasm could bring.
The moment her fingers made contact with slick flesh, Chandler drew in a sharp breath and shut her eyes as a wave of pleasure filled her body. She took her time to tease and touch her sex, careful to avoid direct contact with her clit. It felt so good, much more intense than any other time she’d masturbated. She savored the feeling as she fought with herself not to rush to the final moment, but her body had other ideas.
Unable to wait any longer, she moved her hand, using her middle finger to touch her swollen clitoris. She swirled her finger in slow firm circles, knowing where to touch herself to get the most pleasure. Would Alex’s touch feel this good? She groaned at the thought and rubbed herself faster and harder, trying to reach her release.
When her legs grew shaky, she moved her left hand away from her