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A sher opened the front door, letting Linden inside, and without words, she headed upstairs. It was late, but Linden had to know, right? She had to know that Asher wasn’t just going upstairs to sleep. At least, that wasn’t her plan. Turning around and seeing Linden at the wedding earlier, being held by her, dancing with her, and seeing the expression on her face when Linden had been thinking about Dallas had Asher ready. She wanted Linden. She wanted Linden to be her first, and she hoped Linden would be her only. She wished for Linden to be her everything.

Linden followed her up after kicking off her shoes and locking the door behind them. She was carrying her overnight bag, which made Asher very happy. It meant Linden wanted them to have many nights here together. They had tomorrow off, and that meant they could spend their day in bed or at least talk about what Asher had been avoiding talking about. When she walked into her bedroom and waited, Linden was right behind her and dropped her bag onto the floor by the closet.

“Can you unzip me?” she asked, feeling her hands shake just at the question.

“Oh, yeah. Sure,” Linden replied.

Asher stood with her back to Linden and waited. She let Linden walk up behind her, and Linden’s hands were on her hips first before she moved them up to the zipper and lowered it slowly. Asher swallowed hard and hoped Linden knew that, even though they’d never done this before, she wanted more than just for Linden to unzip her dress.

“You’re shaking,” Linden noted softly while her hand moved over Asher’s back. “Ash, you’re shaking.”

“Yeah,” she replied. “I can’t seem to stop it. Trust me, I tried the whole way home.”

“Why were you–”

“I was driving here, knowing you were following, and I was… thinking about this.”

“This?” Linden asked.

“Yes, this,” Asher replied.

Linden’s hand moved down the gap in the dress she’d just unzipped, and Asher gasped when it stopped where her ass met her lower back.

“This?” Linden asked again.

“Yes,” Asher repeated.

“Are you sure?” Linden asked as she reached for and lowered the straps of the dress down her arms. She leaned in, kissed Asher’s shoulder, and added, “We can take our time, Ash.”

“We have been taking our time. It’s been ten years,” she said with a laugh because she needed to relieve this nervous tension somehow.

“You know it doesn’t work like that,” Linden whispered in her ear before she nibbled on Asher’s earlobe.

“I know what I want,” she said, taking Linden’s hand, which had ended up on her hip, and moving it around her body until it was pressed just under her breast because she needed Linden to do the rest.

“This is not because of the joke I made earlier, right?” Linden asked, not moving her hand.

“No,” Asher said.

“And you really want this, Ash? You want it now? You don’t want to wait?”

Asher nodded in response and felt Linden’s hand move to her breast. Linden cupped it gently, and Asher’s head went back a bit at how good it felt, with Linden just doing that.

“Asher?”

“Yes?” she asked softly.

Linden moved back a bit then, and Asher’s dress fell from her body. She was standing there now only in her beige bra and bikinis, wishing she’d thought to wear something a little sexier for her first time with a woman, her first time with Linden.

“Can you turn around?” Linden requested.

Asher swallowed again, wondering how she was even still standing up, with how wobbly her legs were right now, but she did what Linden asked of her. She turned, and Linden’s hand fell from her breast while she took a step back to look at her. Asher felt her eyes on her body everywhere all at once.

“I know I’ve seen you in a bikini before, but this is…” she said softly. “You’re so beautiful, Asher. God, you’re so beautiful, and I can’t believe this is actually happening.”

“I need help,” Asher said.

“Help?”

“I don’t know how to do this, Linden.” She knew her voice was shaking now.

“Oh. Okay,” Linden said. “Well, I think we can start by moving to the bed, if you want.”

“Yeah, okay,” she replied.

Linden took her hand, walked them to the bed, where she sat Asher down, and she stood in front of her, smiling down at her. There was no smirk, no swagger, nothing that told Asher that she’d done this a thousand times and knew exactly what to do, and Asher put it together when Linden’s hands shook a little at the buttons of her own shirt.

“You’re nervous,” she said.

“Yes,” Linden replied.

Asher reached for her hands and pushed them gently away so that she could take over with the buttons until they were all undone before Linden took it off the rest of the way. She had on a white undershirt that Asher watched her discard next. Soon, Linden was standing there in a white sports bra with a gray band at the bottom and her black slacks, looking so very beautiful. Asher placed a hand on her stomach, feeling Linden’s warm skin against her palm and wanting to touch more of her but not knowing where to begin.

Linden seemed a little more confident now, though, as she reached for the button and zipper on her pants, letting them lower until they were at her thighs. Then, she moved back and kicked them off, revealing white boy shorts with a gray band that matched the sports bra.

“Oh, my God,” Asher let out.

“What?” Linden asked.

“You’re my type.”

“What?” she asked again as she reached behind Asher to remove the hair clip for her.

“You asked me when we were setting up that stupid app. You said something about my type, and I said that maybe–”

“Oh,” Linden said, remembering.

“It’s you. You’re my type,” Asher stated. “Just you.”

Hair clip tossed aside, Asher moved her lips to Linden’s stomach, kissing the skin she found.

“Jesus,” Linden gasped out.

“It’s definitely you. God, you’re so fucking sexy, Linden.”

Asher continued to move her lips around Linden’s skin until she felt hands in her hair pressing her even closer.

“That feels really good,” Linden told her. “But I’d like to be on top of you now.”

“Yes,” Asher said, knowing she wanted the same thing.

She leaned back and waited for Linden to make the next move. Linden stared down at her for a moment before she knelt in front of her, spread Asher’s legs, and moved between them, kissing her bare stomach as Asher leaned back farther but tried to remain up on her elbows to watch this because she absolutely wanted to watch this. Linden’s lips moved lower until they were at her hip bone. Her tongue slipped out, and she licked Asher’s skin.

“Move up to the pillows, babe,” Linden said, her voice more commanding now.

Asher’s brain was in a fog, but she was pretty sure she’d heard Linden ask her to move, as if that was at all possible. She’d also heard Linden call her ‘babe,’ and something about that just turned her on.

“Ash…”

Asher tried to shake herself out of it, but she was looking down into the dark blue eyes of the woman she’d maybe loved forever without realizing it, and she couldn’t move.

“Hey, do you want to stop?” Linden asked.

“What? No,” she said. “I’m just… I’m nervous. I can’t seem to make myself move at the moment.”

Linden smiled up at her before she hovered over her and pressed their lips together as she leaned forward, encouraging Asher to move back with her. Their lips remained connected until Asher’s head hit the pillow. Linden’s lips moved to her neck as her body lowered on top of her. They’d never been this close before, and Asher hadn’t known what to expect, having a woman’s body pressed to her own like this for the first time, but she knew now that she only wanted more of this and with no barriers between them.

When Linden reached between them and tapped her inner thigh, indicating that she wanted Asher to spread her legs for her, she obliged, and Linden settled between them, moving her lips around her collarbones. Linden’s hand then cupped her breast a little harder than she had only minutes earlier, and Asher wanted to watch, but she couldn’t. She had to close her eyes because this was all too much. Linden was touching her. She was kissing her. She was rocking into her.

“Oh,” Asher let out when she realized that Linden was rocking into her.

“Can I…” Linden didn’t finish her sentence, but her hand was at the top of the cup of Asher’s bra.

Asher wasn’t entirely sure what Linden was about to do to her, but she nodded anyway, and the cup was pulled down, revealing her breast to Linden’s waiting mouth. She had to close her eyes again when Linden licked over her hard nipple, sliding her tongue around it several times, making it even harder before she sucked it into her mouth, making Asher gasp out her name.

“Yes, baby,” she encouraged, holding Linden’s head to her breast. “That feels so good.”

Linden grunted a bit as she continued to rock into her. When Asher felt Linden’s hand trying to move under her, it dawned on her that Linden wanted Asher’s bra gone, so she arched her back, giving Linden more of her breast to suck on while Linden’s fingers worked at her bra clasp. Seconds later, Asher was flat on her back, and her bra was gone.

Linden looked down at Asher’s full breasts, licking her lips and making Asher wet just at that sight before Linden lowered her mouth to Asher’s other breast, her strong arms holding her up above Asher as she continued to move into her. As Linden’s muscles worked, Asher moved her hands to Linden’s upper arms to feel them as they flexed before she shifted to Linden’s ass and cupped it.

“Fuck,” Linden said, letting go of a nipple with a pop. “Press down.”

Asher did. Her hands slid into the underwear, and she pressed Linden down hard into herself.

“God, I want you,” Linden said.

“Take these off,” Asher replied, tugging at the hem of the boy shorts.

Linden sat up and looked down at Asher while she first pulled at her sports bra. She then lifted it up and off her body, tossing it onto the floor. Asher licked her lips at the sight of Linden’s small, perfectly round breasts, which she had the desire to taste now. Still, she had to focus and lower her eyes because Linden was reaching for those boy shorts, and she was pulling them down, revealing herself to Asher. Linden stood up for a second to get them off completely, but she knelt back in front of Asher right after.

“Okay?” she asked.

Asher could only nod. Linden was gorgeous. She was lean in the right places, had curves that Asher wanted to trace with her tongue, and had a small patch of hair between her thighs that Asher knew she wanted to feel in every way tonight.

“May I?” Linden asked.

Asher looked down, noticing that Linden’s hands had moved to her own underwear. Linden was asking her if she could take them off. Asher nodded again because she’d long ago lost the ability to form words. Slowly, Linden removed her panties and stared at Asher’s center until the panties were somewhere on the bed. Then, without words, she climbed back on top of Asher, connected their lips, and pressed into her for the first time with nothing between them. Asher could feel her now. Linden was wet, and Asher could feel Linden’s wetness mix with her own desire for her.

“Slow?” Linden asked before she sucked on Asher’s lip, making it difficult for Asher to reply until she let it go.

“Yes,” she said.

Linden gave her a small nod, and her hand slid between them until her fingers were dancing between Asher’s thighs.

“Shit,” Asher said unexpectedly.

Linden waited, but when Asher didn’t say anything else and didn’t move to stop her, she dragged two fingers through Asher’s wetness, causing Asher to close her eyes at the sensation.

“Open them, please,” Linden requested. “I want to see you.”

Asher opened her eyes but wasn’t sure how long she’d be able to keep them that way. Linden looked down at her as her fingers lowered and slowly pushed inside, causing Asher’s eyes to go wide.

“Oh, wow,” she said softly.

Linden smiled down at her and began to move inside. Asher adjusted to her fingers and let Linden go deeper still as Linden rocked into her, keeping their eyes connected.

“I never thought…”

“What?” Asher asked.

“Ten years ago, when I first saw you…” Linden said, pressing their foreheads together. “That I’d have this.”

Asher’s hands went to the back of Linden’s head and held her there while they moved together.

“ This feels so good,” she said about all of it; Linden being on top of her, Asher holding her there, the fingers currently moving inside her, and the fact that they were doing this together.

Linden was her first now, and that mattered. Asher never wanted another. Then, Linden’s thumb pressed into her clit, and Asher had to close her eyes. Linden’s mouth moved to her neck, and she kissed and licked at Asher’s skin while she moved inside her, curling her fingers a few times until Asher’s hips lifted off the bed and fell back down.

“So sexy,” Linden said. “Let go, Ash. Let go whenever you want. I’ll be right here.”

The practical part of Asher’s brain wanted to say that, of course, Linden would be right there. Linden was the one bringing her this intense pleasure. But the other part of her brain, the part that was in control right now, was too focused on the feeling of being filled by Linden and how she was about to come.

“I’m…”

“Yes,” Linden whispered into her ear. “Please.”

Asher felt every muscle in her body tense all at once. The tingle that had started minutes ago took over completely now, and when Linden thrust deep, Asher bit her lower lip and held on to it because she was coming. Linden kissed her through her orgasm and let her come down all the way before she stopped her fingers but stayed inside her, her forehead pressing to Asher’s.

Asher couldn’t move even if she wanted to. Her body was so perfectly relaxed; she never wanted to leave this spot because she’d just made love with her best friend for the first time, and it had been even better than she’d allowed herself to imagine.

“Ash?” Linden asked as she pushed the hair away from Asher’s face.

Asher tried to focus her eyes on Linden’s.

“I–” Linden stopped.

Asher knew what Linden was about to say, but she also understood why she didn’t say it just yet.

“I don’t want to not be inside you,” Linden said instead.

Asher smiled up at her.