Free Slices of Life by Georgia Beers Page A

command because Cara would become putty in her hands, opening her body to Lindsay, letting her choose the direction they moved in.
    Like now.
    By the time the backs of Cara’s legs hit the edge of the bed, Lindsay had her down to just panties, and those were removed in one swift maneuver. She lay completely naked on her back, vulnerable and trusting, a feast for Lindsay’s eyes. Her skin was smooth and, her summer tan not completely faded yet, still a light brown. Sexy freckles dotted her shoulders, and her bare breasts were small and pert with dark nipples standing at attention. Lindsay moved her eyes downward, past the raspberry-shaped birthmark on Cara’s tummy, past the roundness of her hips, to the thin, sandy-colored line of hair that Lindsay dubbed her “landing strip.” When she looked back up, Cara was smiling at her.
    “I love you,” Cara said as Lindsay moved Cara’s legs apart and draped them over her shoulders.
    Lindsay lowered her head and inhaled deeply, taking in the essence, the musky tang of her beloved girlfriend. Using just the tip of her tongue, she sampled the salty-sweetness of the wet warmth. Cara sighed and Lindsay felt her thighs twitch under her hands. She turned her gaze back up to Cara, whose head was thrown back into the pillow in anticipation.
    “Oh, baby, I love you too,” Lindsay whispered.
    Then she sank into paradise.

THE MASSAGE THERAPIST
     
    Cara White was tired. As she poured her fourth cup of coffee for the day, she shook her head, knowing she had nobody to blame but herself.
    And Lindsay.
    At the thought of her girlfriend and how they spent the night before, she smiled mischievously. They’d made love for hours, stopped to cook up a box of Kraft macaroni and cheese—naked. Then they ate it in bed as they shared the events of their day with each other. Then they made love some more. Cara remembered looking at the clock at 3:37 a.m. Her alarm was set for 7:00.
    Yes, she was tired. She should know better than to disrupt her sleep the night before her long day at work; she was no longer a spring chicken. She was tired, but she was happy. And that thought surprised her.
    When she and Lindsay first began dating, Cara honestly wasn’t sure where it would go, how long it would last. And when she found out how much younger than her Lindsay actually was, Cara almost ran for the hills. But something stopped her…to this day, she still wasn’t sure what it was. Lindsay’s eyes that had a wise-beyond-her-years depth to them? Her open, generous heart and giving soul? The way she made love to Cara like no other woman ever had? Whatever it was, it kept Cara’s feet planted firmly and made her stick things out to see where they’d go.
    But she worried. Cara was pretty settled into her profession; Lindsay was still figuring out what she wanted to do with her life. They had a blast together, but everybody knows that a relationship takes more than fun times.
    Turned out, having fun with Lindsay was Cara’s favorite thing in the world. They had a lot in common, the same wants in life and love even though they were in different places. Lindsay’s writing seemed like a hobby at first, something she did on the side. But as she experimented with her work, evolved as a writer, and began to sell, began to actually make a name for herself, Cara started to understand that it was much more than a hobby. It was the path to becoming a career.
    Cara had a tough time with that at first. Lindsay’s stuff wasn’t subtle. It wasn’t discreet. It was bold, sometimes edgy, often raunchy, always graphic sex. And it made Cara uncomfortable. Especially the first time Lindsay went from writing a hot sex scene right into wanting to have sex with her. Cara totally freaked. Accused Lindsay of using her for her body and no other reason, accused her of wanting to be with her steamy characters rather than with Cara herself. They had a knock-down, drag-out fight that lasted well into the next day.
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