Rena and Tracey mean to spend Christmas with their respective partners, only to find out Rena’s boyfriend and Tracey’s girlfriend are planning on spending Christmas with each other. Jilted and betrayed, Rena and Tracey decide to spend Christmas alone, together.
A couple of glasses of wine later, and both are willing to forget everything about their ex-partners. Maybe it’s the alcohol talking, but Rena’s curious to know what it’s like to make love to a woman. And Tracey is happy to oblige.
Tracey's expression softened. She shifted around, sliding across the couch and putting an arm around Rena's shoulders. Rena didn't argue as Tracey hugged her, rubbing her back. Rena sighed and closed her eyes. This felt good. Really good.
Tracey shifted a little, and then she was using both hands, massaging Rena's shoulders. This had Rena moaning. She did love a massage. Maybe she should ask Tracey to do them more often.
Then Rena realized that Tracey's hands were drifting even lower down her back, her fingers brushing against the hem of her sweater. It had ridden up to reveal some flesh at the small of her back. Rena tried not to shiver as Tracey's fingers brushed her skin.
Tracey hesitated for the briefest of moments and then she pushed her hands under Rena's sweater.
Rena had never known Tracey to be so brazen. Was she coming onto her? The thought that Tracey was making the moves on her had Rena's clit throbbing. Rena had to bite her lip to stop herself from rubbing her pelvis against the couch. Her heart pounded as Tracey's fingers pushed up her back, still rubbing her warm palms over her skin. Then her fingers brushed against Rena's bra strap.
Rena had never had a woman try to seduce her. And she realized that she liked it. When it was a beautiful woman like Tracey, it felt empowering. Rena swallowed.
"Can I ask you a question, Tracey?"
"Depends on what the question is."
"What's it like making love to a woman?"
Tracey's hands paused, her hands right over the clasp of Rena's bra.
"Why do you ask that?"
Rena didn't want to turn around, but she wanted to see Tracey. She shifted onto her back, Tracey's hands staying where they were as Rena moved. Now her hands were lying on Rena's breasts, her nipples stabbing Tracey's hands.
"I've always been curious. How does ... you know ... how does it work?"
Tracey's eyes were darkening, her pupils dilating. Rena saw her nostrils twitch.
"It's pretty much the same as making love to a man." She flexed her fingers over Rena's breasts. "Just there are a few anatomical differences."
Rena felt as though she was having a heart attack. Andy had never done this to her. The attraction to him felt muted compared to what she was feeling now. Tracey had something over her that Rena couldn't describe. And it felt so good.
She did have a momentary thought about Andy, however. She was a single woman, but he was still fresh in her mind. There was a moment of regret, as if she was doing the same thing he had done to her.
"Hey." Tracey's face was closer to hers, her expression saying she knew where Rena's thoughts were. "Don't think about them. They're not here and we are. Let's focus on us."
"I wish I could." Rena stared at the ceiling. "I just don't know how. My brain keeps switching back to them. I don't want to think about them but it's there."
She wasn't prepared for Tracey's kiss, a gentle brush of lips across hers before a firmer press. Rena started but found herself relaxing into the kiss, her hands lifting to run up Tracey's sides.
This was good. Too good. Rena's brain switched back on and she pulled away.
"What are you doing?"
Tracey grinned. Her hands squeezed Rena's breasts.
"Trying to distract you." She then rolled Rena's nipples between her fingers. "Is it working?"
Rena gasped and thrust her breasts into Tracey's hands. The tugging seemed to go straight down to her clit, which seemed to be pulsating hard as her panties became wet. She squeezed her thighs together to try and ward off the throbbing.
"Keep kissing me and I'll find out." She whispered.