Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... the driveway.

Yvonne got out of her car and grabbed her one bag that she had taken with her then headed for the front door. She was just about to insert her key into the door lock when the front door opened up. Standing there in front of her, smiling and wearing what only appeared to be an apron was Deeny. Oh My God! Yvonne thought as a bolt of excitement raced through her. “I’m home!”

She had barely gotten inside and closed the door, dropping her bag before Deeny all but jumped into her arms and smothered her with a passionate kiss that stole her breath away. Yvonne responded in kind, wrapping her long arms around the smaller woman and finding that indeed, the apron was all that she had on. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Yvonne registered a smell... it smelled for all the world like fresh baked cookies. Was she hallucinating?

An hour later they both lay entangled limb for limb breast to breast as they tried to catch their breath. Yvonne was on her back with the biggest goofiest contented smile on her face. Her eyes were closed but they were seeing stars and fireworks all the same. Deeny had shown her just how much she had missed her. Of course, Yvonne had given just as good as she had got and Deeny was also breathless and exceedingly contented, for the moment as they held hands with interlocked fingers.

“I... don’t know... if I could... survive coming... home like... that every day! But I’d sure... give it a... try!” Yvonne spoke between panting ...

... breaths.

“Right? Maybe not... every day... but often... enough.” Deeny replied just as breathlessly.

“I... missed you.” Yvonne said, squeezing Deeny’s hand a little tighter.

“You were... missed too.” Deeny replied, snuggling a little closer to Yvonne, her head resting on the older woman’s collarbone.

“It might be... a good thing... that we have to... work tomorrow.” Yvonne said in a slightly calmer voice as she was beginning to catch her breath.

Deeny just nodded. Work was a necessary obligation of course, but it was only prolonging the time between getting home and finding the coins she wanted to give to her dad to make rings from and... of course, giving those rings or at least one of them, to Yvonne. Deeny smiled inwardly as she thought of presenting it to Yvonne and making their own vows.

As they lay there in the bed recovering and catching their breath, that persistent lingering smell tickled at their noses. Well... lots of smells were demanding attention, but this was far more innocent and beguiling at the same time. A stomach growled and attention was paid more to that wonderful aroma wafting through the door from down the hall... from the kitchen. Yvonne’s brows furrowed and her nostrils flared as she sniffed at the air.

“Did... did you bake... cookies?” Yvonne asked, sounding a little uncertain.

Deeny’s giggle was answer enough, and when she rolled off the side of the bed to stand and extend a hand to Yvonne to bring her along too, Yvonne actually giggled ...