Page 58 of Hairpin Curves

Not a lot of things made Scarlett blush in bed, but the heat traveled up her spine and scalp and her whole body jumped a few degrees. “Okay.”

Megan slid out of bed and rummaged around in her bag while Scarlett propped herself up on her elbows to watch as Megan got her harness and the new dildo she’d purchased. She also had a bottle of lube that Scarlett did not remember seeing her buy. Maybe she brought it with her.

Scarlett’s blush was not going away anytime soon.

“Have you done this before?” She’d seen Megan buy the strap-on, sure, but she somehow hadn’t thought Megan had had experience in this arena. Between this and her extensive knowledge of sex toys, Megan was turning out to be more of a surprise than Scarlett had imagined.

Megan nodded. “A couple of times.” Now that Scarlett’s eyes were adjusted to the light, she could see how pink Megan’s cheeks were. She was blushing, too, and it was an enticing sight alongside the dark straps of the harness against her peach skin and the thick, curved jut of her silicone cock. “What about you?”

Scarlett shook her head. “Nope. With girls, I’ve always been more of the...you know.” She waved a hand. “The equipment I’m born with.”

“You don’t mind this?” Megan rested her hand gently on the cock, fingers lightly curling around it like it was part of her body.

Mind? Scarlett had to laugh, because she was already filing these images away, planning to replay them endlessly in the future. “I definitely don’t mind.”

The warm weight of Megan’s body pushed Scarlett down into the mattress. The dick pressed between them, and Scarlett pulled Megan in for a kiss, lifted her hips automatically, wanting more, wanting this, wanting to go wherever Megan was about to take her. She rocked up, her clit pressing against the underside of the toy, wringing a gasp from her lips.

Megan broke the kiss, breathing heavily, her smile a flash of white in the darkness. “Eager?”

Scarlett nodded, too turned on to be self-conscious. “How do I—What do I do?”

Megan sat back, kneeling between Scarlett’s spread legs, her slender shoulders rising and falling with each breath. Scarlett’s eyes closed reflexively as Megan’s thin, delicate fingers slid down over her clit and lit off fireworks throughout her body. “Oh,” Megan breathed, barely loud enough to hear, and Scarlett forced her eyes open because she had to watch as Megan pressed those perfect fingers into Scarlett’s pussy. Scarlett moaned, the sound slipping out of her at that first beautiful sensation. Megan’s expression was so very focused as she began to move her hand, pressing perfectly like she knew all of Scarlett’s sensitive spots by instinct.

“Please,” Scarlett gasped, because she didn’t want to be teased, didn’t want to be warmed up. “Come on.”

Megan smiled again and reached for the lube.

Scarlett gripped the bedsheets at that first moment of thick blunt pressure, almost too much, and then her body opened up around the fucking amazing length of Megan’s cock. She’d had a lot of sex, with all genders, and she couldn’t ever remember this feeling, that sense of losing control, of being taken over by pleasure faster than she could catch her breath. Megan’s movements began slow, gentle thrusts in and out as she found her rhythm. Then she bent one of Scarlett’s legs back at the knee, and oh, fuck, pressed even deeper, the motion wringing a cry out of Scarlett.

Immediately, Megan froze. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“Fuck, no, don’t stop.” Scarlett scrabbled for Megan’s hips, reaching down, trying to pull her in deeper. “Fuck, fuck, please don’t stop.”

Megan didn’t stop.

Scarlett slid a hand between them to find her clit. This was exactly what she needed. She could lose herself in this, could forget the reasons this was a terrible idea, could ignore the way everything in her begged for this to go on forever. When she came, she came with her lips pressed together to keep from crying out Megan’s name.

And then, she flipped Megan over and worked her way down her body with kisses, unsnapping the harness to give her access to the places she wanted most to touch. Megan arched up and cried out when Scarlett’s mouth found her clit, writhing on the bed so Scarlett had to hold her in place. Megan tasted like the ocean, salty and perfect, her whole body squirming and writhing even while she begged Scarlett “please, please, please” in a high-pitched, desperate, beautiful voice. Scarlett focused all her attention on that tiny, tender bud until Megan began to keen and gripped Scarlett’s hair in her fist. Megan came with a scream, curling in on herself, pulling Scarlett’s hair so hard it brought tears to her eyes, and then collapsed like all the strength had gone out of her at once.

They caught their breath side by side on the bed, both a complete mess. Scarlett was winded and satisfied and exhausted. Megan moved first, groaning with effort, and tossed the harness off onto the floor. “I’ll clean that tomorrow,” she mumbled, and tugged her nightshirt over her head.

Scarlett smiled, but sleep was calling to her, and so without even getting dressed, without letting regrets settle in, she pulled the covers up and let herself drift away.

Maybe all Megan had really needed was to get off again. She felt way better the next morning, none of the pent-up frustration and irritation from the drive yesterday, and she whistled to herself as she built up the fire in the woodstove. The cabin was stocked with oatmeal and coffee, so she prepared both while waiting for Scarlett to wake up.

She could have stayed in bed a little longer. She’d woken up with Scarlett wrapped around her, soft skin and curves, and immediately resisted the dangerous impulse to go back to sleep. Last night had probably been a bad idea, but that at least was just sex. Cuddling felt like an entirely new echelon that she wasn’t prepared to deal with. It was easier to climb out of the warm bed into the frigid morning air than confront that desire for closeness. She straightened up from the night before and cleaned the sex toys before getting coffee going.

Oatmeal was just finishing when Scarlett came downstairs, a bit bleary and mussed, dressed in the pajamas she’d thrown aside last night. “Is that coffee?” She walked over to the kitchenette.

“Coffee and oatmeal. Help yourself. I think I made them okay.”

Megan was already settled on the sofa with a blanket and her own breakfast when Scarlett joined her, taking the armchair instead of sitting beside her on the sofa. Together, they watched the snow continuing to fall outside the window in the gray light.

“It’s coming down lighter than yesterday, right?” Megan was sure the flakes were tinier than the fat heavy ones that had splattered their windshield on the drive.

“Yeah, but that just means it’ll last longer.”

“There’s already a foot out there.” Megan had never seen so much snow. Her excitement warred with the practical realities of having to travel in a few days to make the wedding. She couldn’t imagine digging out the car, but she also wanted to go play in it.