Despite Our Differences

Lauren pushed the strap of my bra down over my right shoulder. Her fingertips were cold and I shivered as they made contact with my warm skin. She repeated the action on the other side and goosebumps speckled my arms in response. I could feel the lace at the top of my bra cups loose against my breasts and I longed for her to undo the front-fastening that lay between them and expose me completely.

Instead, she scooped the hair up from the back of my neck and placed one, feather-light kiss on the top of my spine. I waited in anticipation for her next move.

This was my first time with a woman. In my earlier fantasies, it had been different. I’d imagined this encounter often enough but, in my daydreams, she had been more feline. I’d pictured long nails dragging over my skin, sharp teeth nipping at the soft spot where my throat and collarbone meet, and silky hair sweeping over my torso. I hadn’t imagined Lauren.

Lauren’s cool fingertips ended with short, square nails; I could feel a slight roughness to her lips as they barely brushed over my skin; and her dark curls had been cut close to her scalp. We were the same height but she was much bigger built than me: her loose shirt couldn’t hide her generous breasts and well-padded middle.

I didn’t know if Lauren was my type. But then, I couldn’t be sure that she wasn’t. I’d never met a...