“No, I just wasn’t expecting it.”
Brenda ran her thumbs over the other woman’s n*****s which were now hard—though Vickie was unsure if it was because of the caress or from the cool air—and then let go. Vickie stepped back.
“Maybe we should wait for Jason,” she suggested.
“Sure,” Brenda agreed. “But I can’t hardly wait.”
While they waited Brenda started to prepare dinner. She didn’t turn on the stove and start cooking. It was all prep work; Vickie wondered if she was planning something unusual. Before she started to work, Brenda offered Vickie a glass of wine which the dark-haired woman happily took. As she sipped from the glass Vickie watched the redhead work. Brenda didn’t indulge in alcohol which was probably a good thing judging by how quickly Brenda chopped her knife up and down. C
