Jodi was waiting for Bette at the University park, and was delighted with what she saw. An outstanding mocha skinned women wearing a pair of cream yoga pants and a white tank top, representing even more her diversity.

“Breathless. I’m breathless!” Was all Jodi could mutter.

Bette smiled a relish smile. She took her time crossing the space between them, seductively swinging her hips.

“A vision!” Jodi completed. Jodi waited for her, appreciating every step from Bette´s toned and long legs. Once she was close enough, Bette pulled Jodi into her from her waist, holding gently, but hard. Their hips glued. She leaned, millimeters from Jodi’s ear. The air, between her lips and Jodi’s ear carrying the message, lustfully breathed, “I want you.”

Jodi responded pulling her arms around Bette’s neck and finding her way to her lips. Her eyes burning the answer. “I’m all yours…”

Bette pulled her even closer. Her hands crossing from the south of her hips to the north, founding a new port: Jodi’s face. On the way, Bette grazed her hands slightly on Jodi’s breast, inviting them also to enjoy the excitement. She held Jodi’s face and looked deeply in her eyes. She diminished the distance, licked her lips in anticipation and with the tip of her tongue she sucked lightly on Jodi’s upper lip, taking it into her mouth and savoring the softness.  Jodi was mesmerized. The groan was instantaneous.

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There was no time. There was the need. Jodi couldn’t find the lock…the key…the key wasn’t helping…It was a conspiracy against their desire. Bette was pressing her against the door of her apartment. The keys sliding to the floor.

“Oh, God, Bette…” she sobbed.

She turned her back to Bette to pick up the keys at the floor and Bette pressed her hard nipples against her back, breathing on her neck, biting her lobe, licking with the tip of her tongue from the base of her shoulder to the base of her neck.

Jodi moaned loudly. Finally, in a fast move, she rescued the keys and opened the door.

Still. There was no time. There was the hunger. As soon as Bette closed the door, she pressed again her body against Jodi’s. Now her nipples perfectly drawn at her tank top, found closure against Jodi’s breasts.  The kiss never stopping, getting deeper and going further. She pulled Jodi in, even closer, trying to narrow the space between them. But there were no space to be narrowed. Bette’s hands crammed Jodi’s ass. There was no more decency in Jodi’s skirt. Bette had pulled her to Jodi’s waist and kept there. Jodi’s tiny panty already soaked.  With one move, Bette pulled Jodi up. There was synchronization. Jodi’s legs surrounded Bette’s waist. She was feeling her core throbbing against the contact of Bette’s body. She stopped the kiss and leaned her back against the door to maintain her balance, released her hands from Bette’s neck and took off Bette’s tank top. The view of Bette’s hard nipples, the chocolate halo framing the protuberance, made her tremble. Bette decided to move. They carried their desire to the big couch. Bette sat with Jodi on her lap. Her legs still holding Bette’s waist. She stopped the kiss that never stops for some seconds, absorbing the pleasure, watching her effects on Jodi’s body. She saw her nipples glued to the black shirt and gently selected one of the breasts wrapping her hand through the fabric, feeling it firm. Suddenly Bette moved fast, leaned herself and bit Jodi’s salience.