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Lydia watched Jen as she lifted bags of soil, tore them open, and filled the beds of her garden, the muscles in her arms showing as she did. Lydia watched her friend dig into the soil with hands and trowel, removing roots and weeds. Jen occasionally ripped apart weeds with her bare hands. She hadn’t thought to wear gloves, but Lydia knew this was par for the course, and Jen’s hands had become calloused enough over the years to resist most blisters.

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Then, Jen was poking holes into the dirt and slipping seeds into place. She dropped one in this hole but a few in that one. The sun shone on Jen’s dark hair as she worked. Lydia had never really gotten into gardening. She just appreciated the results that her friend often shared with her. Watching Jen now, Lydia appreciated the combination of strength and nurturing the other woman imbued when caring for her garden.

So briefly that it didn’t really register, a thought flickered through Lydia’s mind, a thought about Jen’s strong arms and what else they might manhandle. Had she identified the thought, Lydia might have identified the content of the thought and realized it wasn’t the first time it had flickered through her mind. But it was so quick, that she didn’t have to brush it aside. All it took was Jen’s standing up and brushing her hands onto her dirty gardening jeans for Lydia to snap to the present, the thought lost forever.

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While Jen washed up, Lydia headed to the kitchen to make snacks. By the time Jen was washed and changed, Lydia had improvised a charcuterie board, which she set on the coffee table in front of the couch. The two women sat, their knees comfortably touching, and nibbled while chatting. The TV played on in the background, ignored. When Lydia realized she’d forgotten to pour drinks, Jen quickly hopped up and offered to remedy the situation. Jen returned with a glass of wine for each of them, having picked two unmatched glasses in which to pour the wine.

Lydia felt her fingers brush Jen’s as she reached out to take the glass extended to her, and there was an undeniable flash of electricity. This was more than a fleeting thought. Lydia tilted her head and looked at Jen with a curious expression on her face.

“What?” asked Jen, scrutinizing Lydia’s face in an attempt to decode what the expression meant.

“Nothing,” replied Lydia in an attempt to get past the moment. She cast her eyes down to her glass as though, within her wine, lay the answers to all of life’s mysteries. But Jen wasn’t having it.

“It wasn’t nothing. I know what it was.”

Lydia’s head snapped up at Jen’s reply. “You do?”

“Yes. You were thinking about kissing me.”

In a heartbeat, Lydia’s face matched the shade of the wine in her glass. She couldn’t deny that this was the fact.

“I guess I was. How did you know?”

Jen’s reply surprised her. “I’ve known for a while. I was just waiting for you to realize.”

Lydia didn’t know what to say to that. The realization that she was attracted to Jen was as much of a surprise to her as was the fact that apparently, Jen had known. She took a long drink of her wine, moved to set the glass down, and finished the last of it.

“So what does that mean?”

“I think,” Jen’s pause was tortuous to Lydia, “that it means you should kiss me. But it was Jen who leaned forward to kiss Lydia after placing her glass on the table in front of them.

A pregnant silence fell over the room as the two women pressed their lips together. Lydia was hesitant at first. She’d only ever kissed one woman before, a quick closed-mouth peck on her best friend’s lips in middle school. It was different to part lips and entangle her tongue with Jen’s. But the fragrance and taste of wine on Jen’s breath was familiar, and the kiss didn’t feel wrong. Lydia relaxed her shoulders and leaned into the kiss.

To Lydia, Jen felt softer than the men she had kissed before. Yet, Jen’s strength was undeniable when she reached out to grasp Lydia by the hips and pull the woman onto her lap. The same strong arms that Lydia had admired earlier were not wrapped around her, holding her tight.

The more contact their bodies made, the more Lydia’s apprehension morphed into sexual need. Jen could sense the shift, and had shortly pushed Lydia back onto the couch. Almost instinctively, Lydia found her legs spreading and wrapping around Jen’s waist.  Jen’s hands were traversing Lydia’s body, sometimes pausing to grope and paw at it. Fingers slipped beneath Lydia’s shirt, and a palm cupped her breast outside of her bra.

Lydia felt abuzz, perhaps from the electricity recently unveiled between them. Or was it from the wine? Either way, her entire body was responding, and she was soon grinding her hips against Jen’s. What had seemed a surprising realization just a few moments before now seemed so clear to her, and she wanted to dive in headfirst.

It seemed that Jen agreed. She stood, and Lydia fought every impulse to balk. Had she overstepped? But that wasn’t Jen’s intention. She grasped Lydia by the belt, pulled her up, and led her to the bedroom. While Lydia had been in Jen’s bedroom before and had even shared a bed with her, she had just viewed her as a friend. This time was different. She suddenly felt bashful.

However, Jen wasn’t. The hand that had been on Lydia’s belt was undoing it and pulling down her pants. There was a powerful tug on Lydia’s pants as they came down that indicate Jen might have a dominant streak. As Jen unbuttoned her shirt, Lydia pulled her tee off over her head. She was left standing in her bra and panties.

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Jen’s muscular body was even more obvious as she stood there in jeans and a form-fitting tank top. Lydia reached out to run her hands over the fabric and her friend’s skin. She shivered involuntarily. She hadn’t realized that Jen’s abs would be as firm as they were, not like a gym rat but the natural tone someone develops from an active lifestyle.

Lydia was shocked when Jen unzipped her pants, pushed them slightly down her hips along with her underwear and guided Lydia’s hand between her legs. It was bold, but Jen had always been the braver of the two. Lydia sucked in her breath and explored Jen’s body with her fingers. The pads of her fingers caressed lower lips before slipping between them. Lydia’s fingers were drawn to her friend’s clitoris like it was a target, and Jen moaned softly when they made contact. Lydia adjusted the position of her fingers, pressing two against Jen’s vaginal opening. It was click as she slipped fingers inside, her thumb pressing against Jen’s clit.

There was limited space to move with Lydia’s hand pressed between Jen’s pants and body, but that didn’t seem to matter. Jen rocked her hips again Lydia’s fingers. With both hands free, Jen was able to flip fingers inside Lydia’s bra to cup her breast; the other hand lifted her chin to resume kissing. Tongues explored mouths, creating another connection point between their two bodies.

Neither woman could hear the TV left turned on in the background. Soft moans and heavy breathing permeated the air around them. Lydia could almost believe she could hear how wet Jen was as she worked her fingers inside of her. Lydia’s fingers were encompassed in warmth, and she felt her heart might beat out of her chest. Instead, she focused on Jen’s responses until she noticed the tension building in the other woman’s body. Lydia knew the feeling: an orgasm was imminent. So she kept up the pace and pressure the way she would when stimulating herself.

Lydia had read the situation right. Jen was soon coming, one hand tightly gripping Lydia’s shoulder as she did. Jen’s weight temporarily fell upon Lydia as her vagina contracted around the fingers inside it. Lydia had never felt another woman’s orgasm like this before. It made her feel powerful, competent. But Jen was still in charge of the situation.

“Strip,” she commanded, and Lydia listened. Jen finally removed her clothing before stepping to her closet. Lydia was confused for only a moment before the other woman pulled out a harness and then opened a side table drawer to reveal a dizzying array of dildos and a few bottles. Jen grabbed one of each, set the harness on the comforter long enough to insert the dildo into the O-ring and reattach it. She stepped into the completed harness and expertly secured it around her waist before getting onto the bed.

Jen knelt on the bed, her pale skin reflecting the light from the lamp. A turquoise dildo hung naturally from the harness strung around her thighs. She motioned for Lydia to kneel in front of her spread legs, and Lydia was only happy to acquiesce.

Just as Jen’s breath was hot on her back and neck and ears, there was a chill to the lube that Jen was spreading generously on her vulva, rubbing Lydia’s clit as she did. As Jen slipped her fingers inside Lydia to apply more lube, Lydia couldn’t resist rocking hips. She wanted to be filled more than anything. But Jen’s fingers soon exited, leaving Lydia feeling empty without them inside of her.

Lydia looked back over here shoulder to see Jen stroking lube up and down the shaft of her dildo. The sight was intoxicating and alluring. Lydia was as turned on as she had ever been.

Jen wasted no time, grabbing Lydia’s hip with one hand and hair with the other to pulling her onto her lap. One of Jen’s hands grasped the base of the dildo and aimed it toward Lydia’s vaginal opening. The slick dildo slid easily inside, and Lydia rested her button against Jen’s thighs. No longer needing her hands, Jen reached around with one arm, pressing it again the other woman’s collar bone. Lydia felt the muscles of Jen’s arm as it pulled her backward, closer together.

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Lydia no longer felt empty. The dildo filled her pussy, and she was secure in Jen’s arm. The feeling of being held close was only furthered when Jen’s other arm snarked in between Lydia’s legs and began stimulating her clitoris. Lydia had never described just how much pressure she liked to her friend before, but that hardly seemed to matter. Jen naturally knew her rhythm.

And she kept that rhythm and they worked their hips together, rocking and grinding, sometimes swirling. They moved in harmony, and the pace gradually picked up speed. As Lydia grew closer to orgasm, she moved her hips to grind against Jen’s hand rather than to stimulate herself internally. Jen’s other arm still held Lydia pressed firmly against her body, and Jen chewed on Lydia’s earlobe as they fucked.

Jen roughly grabbed Lydia’s breast and tweaked her nipple, causing the woman to cry out. But any pain was equaled if not dwarfed by the hand still working diligently between her legs. Lydia was surprised when Jen spoke the first words in some time.

“Are you going to be a good baby girl and come for me?”

It was more of a growl, really, and Lydia would have come regardless. But the dominant command made the inevitable orgasm all the more powerful. Lydia fucked her friend’s hand furiously and cried out when she felt the familiar contractions and release of tension as the orgasm coursed through her body. She tried to remain upright, but her body went slack as her orgasm faded.

Jen loosened the grip on Lydia, who was breathing heavily and collapsed on the bed, dildo slipping from inside her. Jen’s hand remained trapped between Lydia’s legs. She still knelt behind Lydia, taking in the sight of her glistening sex and ass, which remained in the air due to the position Lydia was in. Softly, Jen caressed the other woman’s ass, straying closer to her vulva occasionally. Lydia whimpered when the fingers drew too close to her oversensitive clit. It was still too soon.

Instead, Jen caressed Lydia’s back with her free hand before pulling the dildo aside so she could reach down to kiss the skin of Lydia’s back. She chuckled just a bit.

“What?” asked Lydia bewildered.

“I told you that you wanted to kiss me.”

“I guess that isn’t all I wanted,” Lydia replied in her post-sex haze. In fact, she wanted to do it again.

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