When the new attorney Holly Trudeau follows her desire for her administrative assistant June, she finds herself in a very familiar, unwanted position - wanting a woman that doesn't seem to want her. Has she been misreading June's signals incorrectly all these weeks or is June holding back more than she is letting on?
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In a sleepy town during the 1950s, everyone always kept to themselves when ever new renters came to live at 435 Eucalyptus Lane. The arrival of husband-less Daisy Wilson caused some alarm but was no different. Except for the day she decided to dress in men's overalls and mount her ladder to paint her own house, lavender.Widow Frances Miller…
June didn't mind the kiss as much as all the questions and feelings that it is forcing her to consider. And now that a traffic jam is preventing Holly from bringing her home, will she find the answers she is looking for at Holly's house or will it all have been a waste of both of their time?
This is the second part of the "Awakenings" series by lesbian erotica author, Olivia M. Hamilton, and is 8000 words long.
“I don’t know that I would be able to work out after that.” Holly stood as she made the remark and rubbed her belly. June came forward, grabbing two of the mints that came along with the meal and handed one to Holly. They opened their mints in silence, quickly putting them in their mouths. Holly leaned forward to turn the TV off and caught a quick silhouette of June’s breast beneath the oversized t-shirt. Her breath caught and she looked away, viciously chewing down on her mint.
June stepped forward then, prepping herself for Holly’s kiss.
“I promised not to touch you...” Holly whispered, her head still unable to turn and face June, her hands buried deep in the pockets of her sweats.
June stepped even closer and used her hand to gently turn Holly’s face towards her. She stood on her toes and kissed Holly’s lips over and over, sweetly, gently. She slipped her tongue through the gentle resistance, delivering the thin sliver of her mint into Holly’s mouth. Their tongues met again, this time moving slowly and with deliberate intent. June gave up to her rising desire and moaned into Holly’s mouth, her arms wrapping around Holly’s neck. She wished she were taller or that they were on a bed or that Holly would respond in any other way than keeping her hands buried in her pockets. June’s frustrations grew as her kisses became more determined.
“Please... touch me...” She whispered into Holly’s neck, which seemed to be the magic words that unbound her hands.