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  “Um, you, um, haven’t done your shirt up all the way,” she said eventually.

  Isabella stared down at her front and gave a tired chuckle. “Ah. Turns out I wasn’t the only one seeing some chest tonight, then. But, in the case of my chest, it was a lot less sexy than yours.”

  “What? Less sexy? I can’t think of a single thing that’s sexier than you,” Erin said.

  That provoked an eye roll. Isabella began to button up. “My shirt’s undone because I was breastfeeding, and I’m too tired to dress myself properly these days. Not particularly seductive.”

  “Why don’t you let me be the judge of that? And considering what you just did to my crotch, I think the verdict’s in: you’re frickin’ hot, Isabella.”

  Her hands stilled, Isabella looked up at the camera, slowly and deliberately. Her tiredness and solemnity were suddenly replaced with something…else.

  “What exactly did I do to your crotch, Miss Black?”

  There it was. The seduction voice. Man, just that’s enough to make me catch on goddamn fire.

  “Well, um, you know. Certain bits of it are getting wet, certain bits are hardening, and all of it generally is gettin’ warm and puffy.”

  Isabella quirked an eyebrow and asked, “Puffy?”

  “Uh, well, swollen is such an unsexy word.” Erin knew she must be blushing like mad.

  “Does that mean you want me to stop buttoning up this shirt?”

  “Yeah. In fact, I vote for unbuttoning it completely,” Erin hastened to say.

  Isabella scowled a little. “I’m afraid nursing bras are aren’t exactly Victoria’s Secret material.”

  Erin tried to catch Isabella’s gaze. “If the ugliest bra in the world was filled with you, then it would be Victoria’s Secret material to me. I’m not looking for a perfect underwear model. I’m looking for a real woman who takes my breath away, y’know? You breastfeeding and being a mother isn’t going to turn me off. I get it if you’re not feeling very sexy, but please trust me when I say you are sexy as hell to me. I’d love to see you undressed. If the nursing bra bothers you, just whip it off,” Erin said, making sure to add a flirty smirk.

  Isabella winked at Erin. That wink was just as sexy as the cleavage. With determined hands, Isabella Martinez undid her shirt and took it off. She made a point of not looking away or looking bashful as she looked into the camera, but Erin could see she was uncomfortable.

  “Whoa. Look at you. God, I want to touch you so bad,” Erin said in complete, awestruck honesty. Isabella was a total knockout, and Erin’s panties were suffering for it. She was astonished that Isabella thought she couldn’t be sexually attractive.

  “Thank you, preciosa,” Isabella replied quietly. She looked away from the screen, her eyes glazed over. There was a moment before she continued speaking. “You know, it’s strange. My mother taught me to use my body as a weapon and a distraction to get my way. It was only when I was in my late twenties that I realized how sad that idea was. I started to use my sexuality only for what I wanted and my mind for the rest. But pregnancy brought on a lot of changes. All of a sudden, my body felt like it was for creating life and feeding Alberto and no longer for…my own pleasure.”

  “Is that one of the reasons why you haven’t touched yourself in all this time?”

  Isabella looked away from the screen, contemplating the wall next to her. She turned back to reply. “I suppose so, yes. I haven’t seen myself as a sexual being.”

  “And how do you feel now that I’m looking at you and wanting you so much? Does that make a difference?”

  “It feels…strange. In a good way, of course. I still feel unattractive, but there’s a part of me that recognizes the power and thrill of arousing someone. And that part wants to take this further,” Isabella said in oddly dark tones.

  “Well, I’m happy either way. If this is as far as you are comfortable going, that’s fine. If you want to go further, then I’m certainly not going to complain. Just know that I have no expectations here. I just want to be with you in any way I can,” Erin said earnestly.

  Isabella stared right at the screen, making eye contact over the camera connection, and suddenly, Erin realized the huge responsibility she was taking on. If she said or did the wrong thing, she could make Isabella’s sexuality retreat again, which obviously wouldn’t be a negative thing if Isabella had been happy that way. However, looking into Isabella’s eyes now, Erin doubted that was the case. She forced herself not to shrink under the responsibility. She made herself maintain the intense eye contact, putting every ounce of her reassurance and affection into her gaze.

  After what felt like an age, Isabella stood up and slowly began to unbutton her black slacks. Erin found it hard to breathe as the button was undone and the zip pulled down. This was so much bigger than Isabella undressing. It was scary, incredible, and almost painfully sexy.

  Erin focused completely on Isabella, who slowly pulled her trousers down and bent to take them off completely. Her panties matched her bra, and Erin marveled at her elegance. Isabella was so much of an adult that she apparently matched her underwear and shaved her legs, even if no one was going to see either. Erin could probably count on one hand the number of times she’d done that.

  Isabella took her socks off and backed away so that Erin could see her full figure.

  Erin groaned. “Christ, woman. Could you stop being so perfect? You’re making me feel bad about myself.”

  Isabella laughed, and some of the tension drained from her body. “You’re just lucky it’s dimly lit in here. Otherwise you’d see every wrinkle, blemish, and stretch mark.

  At the sight of the slender but curvaceous body on her screen, clad in only panties and bra, Erin sighed happily. “I hope to do just that one day. I want to see it all up close. Preferably with the aid of my tongue.”

  Isabella hummed. “Have eyes on your tongue do you, preciosa?”

  “Play your cards right, and you’ll know everything about my tongue one day.”

  That sexy eyebrow quirked. “I’m almost naked on camera for you. Does that constitute playing my cards right?”

  “Fuck yes,” Erin mumbled, as her eyes trailed down Isabella’s body once more. “Not to be rude, but I’m impressed you kept your hands off that body of yours for all these months. It’s irresistible. You are irresistible.”

  “Not to me.” Isabella put her hands on her hips.

  “Are you sure? Maybe you just forgot how good that skin of yours feels.”

  “This skin?” Isabella let her hands travel over her hips onto her lower stomach. Her fingers brushed over the edge of her panties, and Erin forgot to breathe for a second.

  “Hell, yeah,” Erin said with a moan. Her heart was racing, and she kept licking her lips—her usual nervous tick.

  While she seemed to thrive on the appreciation, Isabella still appeared a little unsure. It didn’t stop her, though. Her hands moved over the length of her stomach and up to her breasts. When her fingers moved over that clasp at the front of her bra, Erin gasped, certain Isabella was going to undo it and let her breasts spill out. She was wrong. Instead, Isabella slowly caressed them and moved on to her collarbones and shoulders.

  Erin admired those slim, long fingers in motion, and imagined them on her own flesh. They looked warm, although Erin had no idea why her brain assumed that. She resolved to stick to what she could actually see; the web of slightly protruding veins on the back of Isabella’s elegant hands snagged her attention. She wanted to trace them with her tongue.

  “I love your hands,” she said in a breathy voice.

  “To be quite honest, at the moment, I’m enjoying them too,” Isabella admitted, equally breathy. They roamed back over her breasts and stomach until they reached the edge of the panties.

  “Are you watching?” Isabella asked quietly.

  “You know I am,” Erin replie
d in the same muted voice.

  There was a beauty to the moment. They both spoke softly, as though afraid that the moment was fleeting and fragile and could be plucked away from them in a heartbeat. They both seemed to ache for it to continue.

  Isabella’s right hand moved down over the panties until it rested between her thighs, cupping her sex in a careful hold. Erin shivered. She felt fevered and strange, like there was too much emotion mixed into her arousal. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. There was an intimacy that went so very deep and a connection she couldn’t understand or explain.

  She saw Isabella’s grip tighten, squeezing her sex through the panties.

  “Is it warm? I-I mean, I’m sure it is, but is it warmer than the rest of you?” Erin stuttered, aware of how inadequate the words were to express what she felt. They were clumsy and simplistic, and everything sounded wrong.

  “I know what you mean, preciosa. Don’t worry, I know. And, yes, it’s warm, and I can feel dampness through my underwear. I’m not surprised. I knew I was wet.”

  “Does it feel good?”

  “Yes,” Isabella replied in a quiet but strangled voice.

  Erin licked her lips nervously and cleared her throat before daring to speak. “Wanna move your hand a little? Massage it a bit?”

  “Is that what you would do if you were here?”

  “If I was there, I would’ve asked to take your underwear off quite a while ago,” Erin answered honestly.

  Isabella gave a soft little moan as she breathed in, and the sound made Erin’s body respond instantly. “This…feels so good,” Isabella whispered.

  “What feels so good?” Erin asked. “What you have in your hand or what we are doing?”

  “Both. What are we doing, Erin?”

  “Whatever we want. Whatever you want. I want to make you feel good. I want you to feel as beautiful as you are. And I want to touch you. God, I want to touch you so bad. Even if it’s just a hug, I want to feel you.”

  “Right now, I’d let you do a lot more than hug me,” Isabella said throatily.

  Without even touching herself, Erin felt her wetness seep into her panties and hoped the fabric under Isabella’s hand was drenched.

  There was some sort of padding in Isabella’s bra, so she couldn’t tell if her nipples were hard, but her own were. That was rare for her. Usually only cold affected her nipples.

  Isabella’s left hand was just resting on her lower stomach, as if nervously guarding one of her softest bits. Erin watched that hand, the innocent hand. She wanted it to be naughty too. She wanted all of Isabella to be engaged in this, nothing holding back or feeling unsafe. But that could only be achieved if Isabella was comfortable.

  “Are you okay, babe? Is this all right?” Erin asked softly.

  Isabella nodded slowly.

  Erin let go of her last mental filters and said exactly what was on her mind; it was a way to be as vulnerable as Isabella. “Good. You’re so beautiful, so exquisite. I feel like I’m looking at a piece of art or some genius piece of machinery. Does that sound weird?”

  Isabella gave a quiet chuckle. “The last part sounded a bit…unorthodox. Machinery?”

  “Well, not like in a factory. More like an expensive engine or one of those old clocks. You know, one of those that when you open it up, there are all these little perfect and intricate gears doing something you don’t understand but all playing a necessary part. All working together to control and explain something as big as time. There’s a kinda beauty in that, a beauty I could never wrap my brain around. You feel like that to me: something so perfect and advanced and so, so beautiful. I’m humbled by you. I’ll never understand it, but I’ll appreciate it anyway. I don’t know, I can’t explain what I feel.”

  “I think you just did, preciosa. I’m very flattered. In fact, it might be one of the most beautiful compliments I’ve ever been given,” Isabella said with a smile.

  Erin wanted to offer to take her clothes off too, to make Isabella feel less exposed and alone in this. But somehow, that felt like the wrong thing to do. It would make this about her and her sexuality when it needed to be about Isabella and how she felt about her body.

  Her thoughts were soon abandoned, as she saw Isabella’s left hand move from her stomach. It wasn’t going to her breast, as Erin had expected. It was heading down to join her right hand but slid under the panties and down underneath the right hand.

  Isabella’s chest expanded in a big intake of breath, as her hand touched her naked sex. Erin checked her expression, as much to make sure she was okay with this as to see what effect her touch had on her. Isabella’s eyes were glazed and wide in the shadows of the badly lit room. She bit her lower lip. and Erin desperately wished she was the one biting it.

  “How does it feel without the panties?” Erin managed to ask.

  “Hotter, wetter, needier,” Isabella replied in a low, hoarse voice.

  Erin couldn’t help but groan. “If we don’t stop this soon, I’m going to have to touch myself. You are so fucking sexy, Isabella. I can’t stand it.”

  “Take your clothes off, and do it. I want you to do this with me. Just go slowly, okay? I’m still not quite…”

  “Comfortable?” Erin suggested

  Isabella shook her head. “No, I’m comfortable. You make me feel very safe. No, I’m just not sure if this is the right thing to do. We haven’t even known each other for two months yet, we’re not dating, and my son is sleeping in the next room. Should I be doing this?”

  “Does it feel good?”

  “Of course,” Isabella replied. She proved it by moving the hands between her legs, caressing herself almost clumsily both from the inside and outside of her panties.

  Erin swallowed hard and undid her shirt for the second time that night. As she undressed, she asked, “And does it feel right?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then I think it’s right. You deserve this, and if you want it, you should have it. It’s your body, enjoy it.”

  “I think I am enjoying you watching me more than the actual touching,” Isabella admitted.

  Erin smiled. “Well, tonight, my arousal belongs to you, so go ahead and enjoy that as well, babe.”

  Isabella smiled back, and then her gaze traveled down to Erin’s chest as Erin removed her bra. The chilly air of her apartment hit her naked skin, but that wasn’t the reason why her nipples were hard enough to cut glass.

  “Mmm, look at you,” Isabella whispered reverently. Then she chuckled and looked down at the floor.

  Erin, who was taking off her jeans, frowned at her screen. “What’s so funny?”

  “Oh, nothing you did, preciosa. Looking at your breasts, I remembered a line I read once in an awful book I borrowed from Marie. A woman’s breast was described as ‘rose-tinted tips on pale, cream skin.’ That overly flowery line just popped into my head when I saw your breasts. Which are very pretty, by the way.”

  This little reprieve from the tense, reverent feel of the moment was nice. To be able to relax and laugh a little was important. “Ha! Well, I’m glad you think they are pretty and yeah, my skin’s pale all right,” Erin said. “I don’t know about the cream or the rose, though. It’s just my skin and my boobs. I’ve never really thought about the color scheme.”

  Isabella snickered, and Erin felt proud that she could make Isabella so comfortable again. The sense of reverence, of intimacy, was still there, but they were both easing into it now, getting more comfortable. At least, that’s how it seemed to Erin.

  She took her socks and panties off and then stood entirely naked in front of her laptop. It wasn’t the first time she’d been naked in front of a web cam, but it was the first time it felt so significant. Isabella’s gaze roamed shamelessly over her body, taking it all in. Erin felt as if that gaze was touching her, caressing and exploring. Almost.

 
Isabella gasped softly. “How can you be real? You’re so slim and yet so sculpted. It’s like someone made you out of clay and shaped every curve and muscle perfectly.”

  Erin looked down at her body. Yeah, she took care of it, but that was almost a side effect of doing exercise which kept her healthy and made her feel good. It was also part of the job, and she’d forgotten just how much it could impress women, especially a woman who was into muscles. Looking up at her screen and seeing Isabella’s ravenous looks, she felt proud of her body. She also felt like screaming in frustration.

  “Jesus, Isabella! This is not fair. I want to fuck you so much I can barely breathe. Why are you not here?”

  Isabella smiled at her again. “I could ask you the same thing.”

  “I could be there, you know, I’m sure there’s a train sometime soon. It can’t take more than a few hours, right? I could be touching you tonight.”

  The smile faltered. “I, um, I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

  Erin froze. “Shit. Was that too much? It was. I went too far too fast.”

  “No, it’s nothing you did. I was thinking the exact same thing. And that’s what made me pause. I just… I’m not sure about this. I’ve never been with a woman, I just came out of a relationship, and I’m not sure what I’m doing. This just got a little too real, too fast,” Isabella said apologetically.

  She took her hands away from her crotch and crossed them over her chest like a shield, her eyes flitting back and forth from the screen almost in fear and shame.

  “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have broken the spell by talking about meeting up. We don’t have to. We can just keep talking like this,” Erin assured her.

  “No. I really do want to meet up, just…not to have sex right away. I think I might have pushed myself a little too quickly here.”

  Internally cursing herself, Erin ran her hand over her face. “Nah, I was racing along, because I wanted you to feel good and to know how much I want you. Then my libido kicked in, and I just wanted more of you. I should have realized this was too much.”