Untitled – Chapter 2

“I want you Bette,” the blonde purred to her soon-to-be-lover.  The blonde straddled the brunette and began to rain kisses on her neck.

Bette leaned back on the couch and let the woman undo the buttons of her tailored shirt as kisses were peppered on her neck. The blonde smelled of lavender. She closed her eyes and let the lavender scent fill her senses. She savored the feel of the woman grinding against her. The room was dark and she could barely make out the blonde’s features, but at the moment she was not concerned about her looks, but how she felt against her body. She lowered her hands to the blonde’s hips and slipped them underneath the hem of the t-shirt. She felt the blonde’s abdomen tighten on contact as she slowly made her way past the rib cage to cup the breasts that fit perfectly in the palms of her hands. She kneaded the breasts and let her thumbs brush against the nubs that hardened to her touch. She smiled when she got the reaction she wanted. She enjoyed the darkness that enveloped them.

The blonde angled her mouth against the smile that formed on the brunette’s face and darted her tongue inside. She knew how the brunette would taste. She knew that she would taste of the Malbec that she had been drinking, the glass that now sat empty beside her glass and the almost empty bottle on the coffee table.

Bette felt her desire for the blonde build. All she had to do was angle her and she could easily slip her hand inside the yoga pants the blonde was wearing. Bette felt her own wetness pool. Her own breathing was getting labored. She was getting close and she wanted to feel the blonde’s core when she had her orgasm.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

“Fuck,” Bette groaned as she reached for her cell phone to shut of the alarm that sounded louder as each second passed. She looked at the digital clock that read 5:00am on the display. When will this dream stop? She thought. For the past month she has had the same recurring dream. A blonde, a faceless blonde who smelled of lavender and for the past month she had flirted and bedded almost every other blonde who she thought smelled of lavender in West Hollywood in the hopes of trying to recreate that feeling in her dream and the scent she now craved.