Note: Both of the characters depicted in this story are consenting adults. Scarlett is 33 and Lorelei is 35.
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Scarlett couldn't keep the smile off her face as she walked home. An old friend from college had contacted her the other day and had suggested that they should get together for lunch to catch up. Theirs was the kind of friendship where it felt easy to pick up where they left off no matter how much time had passed. Nothing had changed between them, but everything was also so different at the same time. At least in regards to the many new details in their ever-moving lives that had occurred since they had last seen each other on graduation day.
It had been nice to hear of her friend's swiftly growing family and the complete characters at his job (a few of which needed to be vented about). And of course, the look on his face when she told him that she was happily married to an Endrid had been priceless. They parted ways in high spirits and with promises to make these lunches a frequent thing now that they knew they lived in the same city.
Humming jovially, Scarlett walked into the front door of her home, happy but itching to get out of the outfit she had overdressed for the occasion in. She took off her shoes, neatly placing them on the shoe rack in the foyer. Some low-volume pop music was playing from the speakers in the living room. There she found her wife, Lorelei, scrolling through her phone while reclining on the sofa.
Scarlett leaned over the back of the couch to kiss the sapphire blue insect-humanoid's cheek.
"Hey, you," she said, moving to deposit her purse on an end table.
"Hey," Lorelei said. "Did you have a good time?"
"Yeah. It was great seeing Charles again." Scarlett stole a mouthful of water from Lorelei's glass. "Can you believe him and his wife have their third kid on the way?"
Lorelei whistled. "Well, if he's anything like you've said he is, then I'm sure we'll be hearing about their ninth soon enough."
That was almost a certainty; the guy had always gone on about wanting a big family. Scarlett thought that just one kid would be enough of a handful. Not that she didn't want one someday. But that aspect of Charles was the second reason she had turned him down when he had asked her out about a year into their friendship. The first of course was him not being a woman coupled with the tight locks on the closet that Scarlett was still stuck in at the time.
"I'm just going to go get changed," she said, turning down the hallway towards the bedroom.
"I'll have the rescue gear ready in case you get lost," Lorelei said, referring to Scarlett's far more crowded side of their shared walk-in closet.
"Hardy-har!" Scarlett called back.
She went to the bedroom, let the dark waves of her hair down, and slid the hair tie around her wrist. She stepped into the closet and stood in front of the floor-length mirror inside, unbuttoning her blouse and discarding it into the laundry basket. As she was removing her earrings, she saw movement behind her in the mirror.
Lorelei was there, wordlessly coming up behind Scarlett with a soft smile and an ardent look in her eyes. Before the human could say anything, she was bringing her long, thin fingers to the clasps of Scarlett's bra. With practiced ease, she undid them and tossed the garment aside. Her soft, blue lips pressed against her wife's bare shoulder.
"I missed you," she said lowly.
Scarlett chuckled. "I was gone for two hours."
"I know," Lorelei said. The lower two of her four arms moved, her hands sliding around Scarlett's hips to her abdomen. "But it gets harder to wait when I start thinking about getting my hands on you."
Feeling her wife's warm body against her was lighting a flame inside Scarlett. She bit her lower lip. "You'd like to do something about that, then?"
She could see herself on full display in the mirror; bare-chested, still dressed in her dark skirt and pantyhose, the tattoo of tangled roses on the left side of her ribcage under her breast. There was an element of embarrassment of being able to see even the smallest whisper of arousal beginning to show on her face.
Lorelei walked Scarlett closer to the mirror, keeping her arms wrapped around her.
"Now that I have you here, there's no way that I'm not going to," the Endrid said as their reflected gazes met. 'Unless you don't want to,' hung unsaid between them, but Scarlett wasn't about to say no. "I couldn't wait anymore after seeing that cute little ass of yours sauntering away from me in that skirt."
