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  Sighing, Caitlin closed her eyes and let herself be swept away by the minty lips nibbling across hers. She arched her neck and settled into the kiss. Meg’s body molded against hers. Caitlin cradled Meg in her arms and encouraged their deepening kiss.

  Too soon, Meg pulled away, nodding happily. “That was nice. I knew it would be.”

  “Very,” Caitlin whispered, not believing her ears.

  Meg sobered. “I’d best be going.” She slanted her index finger across Caitlin’s lips. “Later.”

  Caitlin leaned against the doorjamb trying to recover her equilibrium while listening to the echo of Meg’s footsteps. She closed her eyes and replayed their enchanting kiss.

  She’d never been kissed so gently or with so much promise. Why did Meg have to leave? Why did it have to be the weekend, when Kurt was no doubt waiting in the car for his lover?

  Maybe she should check into a hotel for the weekend. That’s what a sane person would do. She gathered her keys and headed for home.

  Feeling better after showering, Caitlin slid into bed and reached for the novel on the night stand. One of her favorite CD’s filled the room with soft music that hopefully would not only drown out the noise from upstairs but also help her fall asleep.

  She’d read three pages before she heard a soft rap over the strains of a piano concerto. Dumbfounded, she gaped at Meg entering the room and closing the door behind her. An oversized t-shirt fell to mid-thigh. Meg’s obviously budding nipples pressed against the fabric.

  Coming to a halt by the bed, Meg smiled softly. “I wanted to see how you were doing.”

  “I’m fine,” Caitlin stammered. “I thought you’d be with Kurt. It is the weekend.”

  “Kurt’s busy this weekend. I’m alone. Just like you.”

  “Oh.” If breathing was a necessity for life, she was in deep trouble.

  “Is it okay that I’m here?” Meg asked, her eyes filled with hope.

  Caitlin smacked her lips and nodded.

  “I would never force you,” Meg said brushing the back of her hand against Caitlin’s bare shoulder.

  “I know,” Caitlin whispered, trying to breathe.

  “May I join you?”

  Patting the bed beside her, Caitlin struggled to find her voice. “I’d be devastated if you left now.”

  Meg’s broad smile made Caitlin’s flesh tingle. She held out her hand and helped Meg climb onto the bed. She sighed. There was no looking back now. She’d have plenty of time to analyze tomorrow.

  Then there would be time for self-recriminations, if need be. Now she just wanted to hold and explore the gift of this young woman.

  “I was afraid our kiss might have frightened you,” Meg said, sliding a finger across Caitlin’s cheek.

  “I was afraid it might be our last kiss,” Caitlin confessed softly.

  “Hardly,” Meg murmured, covering Caitlin’s mouth with her own.

  Caitlin breathed deeply, inhaling Meg’s scent. Meg kissed the corners of her mouth and she reciprocated. They laughed softly. Meg pressed her lips more insistently. Caitlin’s parted and Meg’s tongue began its own search. Caitlin wrapped her fingers in Meg’s hair and drew her closer still. Their tongues began that age old erotic dance. Their parting left Caitlin breathless.

  “I so want to see you, Cat. All of you.” Meg’s eyes pleaded. “Please?”

  Caitlin hesitated only briefly before nodding her assent. She reached for her nightshirt and pulled it over her head. Trying not to blush, she lay back and marveled at Meg’s eyes rounding with appreciation.

  “You’re gorgeous,” Meg squealed. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” She tugged her shirt off and again lowered her head to seal their lips in a kiss. As she did so, their breasts brushed against each other. Meg squirmed, increasing the friction.

  Meg leaned back and giggled. She clutched her breasts so her nipples grazed Caitlin’s. Caitlin tried not to jump out of her skin. She relished the pleasure spreading across Meg’s face, knowing full well that her own must register the same intense euphoria. If there was a heaven, she must be at its portal.

  “I love the way your breasts slope,” Meg whispered, sliding downward until her mouth hovered above Cat’s breasts.

  Caitlin watched her nipples extending, demanding more attention. They wouldn’t be disappointed for long. Meg locked her eyes on hers and surrounded a nipple with her lips. She tugged at it and swirled her tongue around it.

  “Jesus,” Caitlin whimpered. “Don’t go away.”

  She heard a soft chuckle and her belly tightened as a small hand drifted haphazardly across it on its own mission of delight. She gasped when Meg’s fingers intertwined with the hairs concealing her mound.

  Not to be distracted, those fingers dipped lower and easily found the opening of her full moist lips. Caitlin stiffened as a finger entered her sex.

  “Easy,” Meg cooed. “Relax. It’s just me. You are so hot. I love it.”

  Meg gave her a smile of assurance and wiggled her finger. Caitlin couldn’t hold back a moan.

  “Don’t try to hold it in.” Meg flicked her tongue seductively. “A little more, Cat.” Meg probed deeper and quickened her pace. “Why don’t you come for me?”

  “But…” Caitlin gasped at the pressure building in her loins. “But you…”

  Meg chuckled. “There’s plenty of time for me. I’ve wanted to taste you for so long. Come for me, please. Don’t deny me.”

  Meg’s fingers became even more insistent. Deny her? That thought had never occurred to her. Caitlin watched her companion’s auburn head dip lower and felt the warmth of Meg’s breath on her clit. She shivered and cried out. “Good grief!”

  Giggling, Meg said, “I know. It’s lovely, isn’t it? Now flow for me, woman, before I die of thirst.”

  Caitlin closed her eyes and smiled. What choice did she have? She hovered at the brink. Who was she to keep her lover from drinking her fill?

  Her eyes sprang wide at the thought of having a lover and her thighs began thrashing. Meg was getting her wish. Her fluids were draining out of her faster than she’d known possible. The tongue lapping at her labia only served to reinforce the flow. She surprised herself by lifting her legs in the air so Meg wouldn’t miss a dribble.

  Then her boneless legs crashed to the mattress. She shook. Tears flowed down her cheeks. Meg slid up her length, clutched her tight and remained silent, letting her embrace the nuances of this first orgasm with a woman.

  A sense of coziness and rightness crept from her toes to the tip of her crown. At last, her sobbing ceased. Her thigh muscles had turned to putty and her vulva still hummed from being loved so.

  She smiled at Meg’s glistening upturned lips coated with her juices. “Now you,” she managed to say.

  “Relax, Cat. Slow down. Catch your breath. I’ll still be here when you fully revive. Enjoy the aftermath.”

  Caitlin closed her eyes. It was unusual to have such an understanding lover. Were all women like that?

  Soon her curiosity, if not her lust, got the better of her. “Now,” she murmured, curling her fingers around Meg’s breast. “Are you ready?”

  “I was born ready for this moment.” Meg smiled her encouragement and lifted her breast as an offering.

  Caitlin didn’t hesitate. She lowered her mouth and tentatively licked at the proffered love object. Meg’s skin felt like satin. She flicked her tongue at the budding nipple extending before her eyes. Caitlin marveled at the power she wielded. She took the breast in her mouth and swallowed. Meg squealed, and Caitlin swallowed some more.

  She didn’t leave the second breast to fend for itself, but fondled it between thumb and forefinger. She discovered that she enjoyed kissing breasts as much as lips. She might not have stopped if it were not for Meg’s hips rising and falling with increasing urgency.

  Caitlin dropped the breast from her mouth and smiled at Meg. “Yes?”

  “Someone is feeling neglected.”

  “Oh.” Caitlin trailed her fingers lightly across Meg’s abdomen. “That someone would be located down here, I suppose?”

  “Uh, huh.”

  “My, you are shaved,” Caitlin blurted out. “I couldn’t tell for sure.”

  “You could’ve knocked on the window and waved. Or simply asked.”

  Caitlin glanced sharply at Meg. “You knew I was watching you sunbathe?”

  “Of course. Why else would I tan in the nude? You know we Irish have to be careful about exposing our bodies to the sun.”

  “I never thought of that. I hope you didn’t burn because of me.”

  “Not on the outside.”

  “Oh. Are you burning on the inside now?”

  “You better believe it.” Meg winked. “No, better yet, why don’t you find out for yourself?”

  “I believe I will,” she said, working her way down toward Meg’s heat. “I’ve never really looked at another woman’s vulva.”

  “Vulva,” Meg chuckled. “That sounds so clinical. Call it what you want, but do take your time exploring my pussy.”

  “Pussy,” Caitlin repeated in hushed tones. “Yes, it does look more like a pussy than a vulva. I didn’t know it’d be so puffy. And it’s standing open like a doorway.”

  “Maybe you should explore with more than your eyes.”

  Caitlin smiled at Meg. “I can take a hint.” She traced the length of Meg’s pussy with her finger and it continued opening like a flower to greet her. “Goodness.”

  She leaned over and inhaled through her nose. “You’re so fragrant. I’m feeling lightheaded.”

  Meg chuckled. “I always knew I was intoxicating, but you’re the first person, female or male, to name it.”

  “Sorry, I analyze too much.”

  “Don’t apologize. I’m thrilled you find me intoxicating. But do hurry!

  Caitlin nodded, chewed on her lower lip, and eased a finger into Meg’s sex. “Hot. Wow!”

  “I told you,” Meg muttered, through clenched teeth. “Are you going to ignore my clit? I can take care of it.” She lowered a hand.

  “No,” Caitlin said, pushing Meg’s hand a way. “I’ll do it. I want to do it.” She smiled. “It’s peeking out from its hood like it’s in search of something.”

  “It wants you. Your fingers, your lips, your mouth, your cheek—anything. Don’t just gawk at it!”

  “Sorry. I’ve never done this. I don’t want to forget this moment. You’re so special. Tell me what you want.”

  “Okay,” Meg gasped. “Slide another finger or two into my pussy.”

  “But you’re so tight.”

  “Please, Cat. Kurt’s cock is much larger than your fingers.”

  “Oh.” She ignored that particular image by adjusting her fingers so they slipped into Meg. They went in much easier than she’d expected.

  “Use them to explore me. Let your curiosity go.”

  Caitlin wiggled her fingers, causing Meg to groan. “Damn, you’re so wet. You’re so mysterious.” Meg clamped down on her fingers. Caitlin laughed softly. “And so powerful.”

  Meg began bucking her loins. It didn’t take long to match Meg’s rhythm with her fingers.

  “My clit, Cat. Don’t forget.”

  “I won’t forget.” She lowered her head until she could flick Meg’s clit with her tongue. Meg came unglued.

  “That’s it,” she screamed. “I’m coming for you, Cat. Don’t stop a thing you’re doing.” She placed her feet on the bed and raised her butt off the mattress. “Fuck me, Cat. Fuck me.”

  Caitlin tried to stay in position. She sawed her fingers feverishly back and forth. She settled her mouth over Meg’s clit.

  She felt Meg’s juices begin to flow even before Meg wailed, “Drink me. Love me. Lick me.”

  Meg grasped her head by the ears and lowered it to her mound. Tentatively, Caitlin dipped her tongue into Meg’s stickiness. She smiled at the tangy taste and then she licked and sipped eagerly until Meg relaxed her fingers and lay back against the pillows.

  Caitlin clambered to her knees and smiled down at Meg. She couldn’t stop grinning.

  “You look like you’ve had your first taste of another woman’s pussy.”

  Caitlin nodded. “It was delicious. I’ve never tasted anything like it. Tangy, maybe. Not sweet. But like a nectar of the gods.”

  Meg smiled and held out her arms to her. They hugged and planted swift kisses on each other’s forehead, nose, cheeks and lips.

  “Nectar of the goddesses,” Meg said. “That about sums it up. Why does it not surprise me that my professor has her first encounter with a woman neatly analyzed and I haven’t even left her bed yet? We’ve only just begun, Professor Shanahan. I’m sure you’ll agree that you need to do much more research before reaching any meaningful conclusions.”

  Caitlin snickered. “I wasn’t aware you knew so much about conducting research.”

  “There’s a lot about me that you’re not aware of.”

  “Even now?”

  “Even now.” Meg ran her finger down Caitlin’s nose. “But enough of this heavy duty analysis. Seducing you has been exhausting. We may want to snooze before continuing with your research. Can I stay the night?”

  “Of course. You can stay the weekend, unless you have some place better to be.”

  “Can’t think of a better alternative.” Meg rolled to her side and snuggled her back against Caitlin’s breasts.

  “Um. Me either.” She traced small circles along Meg’s shoulders with her tongue. “I’m glad I wasn’t too easy.”

  “Huh?”

  “Your seducing me. I’m glad I wasn’t too easy.”

  “I’m glad you weren’t any harder.”

  Caitlin sighed with satisfaction. “Me, too.”

  * * * *

  Kurt sat in Caitlin Shanahan’s gazebo and lifted a beer in a toasting gesture. He hadn’t been able to see much, but there was no doubt that Meg had conquered Caitlin Shanahan.

  He sat in the darkness for several minutes nursing his beer. So now what? Meg wouldn’t rush the woman, but she wouldn’t forget her plan. Aphrodite thoroughly enjoyed lovemaking, but he knew self-pleasure at some point would become secondary to connecting her two lovers.

  His penis had finally gone limp. It hadn’t been easy watching their shadows dance across the window and the ceiling. He took some pride in the fact that he’d been able to watch without whipping his cock out of his pants and spilling his seed into the night.

  He stood, unable to explain the sudden sense of emptiness that washed over him. It certainly wasn’t jealousy. Nor was it the remotest interest in Cat.

  Damn, maybe he should’ve jerked off. He didn’t like feeling this edgy, this vulnerable.

  Seducing Cat [Meghan's Playhouse Book 1]

  Chapter 4

  Sunday morning sunshine poured into Caitlin’s bedroom. She yawned, stretched and slowly opened her eyes. She smiled immediately at Meg who was sitting next to her cross-legged, staring at her, looking as bright and alluring as ever.

  “You can be so feline early in the morning,” Meg said, grinning. “If that’s not a satisfied grin, I’ve never seen one.”

  Caitlin flicked her tongue. “I’m more than satisfied. If I could purr, I would. You’re fun to wake up with.” She paused. “I like that you call me ‘Cat.’”

  “I’m glad.” Meg leaned over and planted a kiss on Cat’s lips. “There,” she said. “Good morning. I don’t know about you, but after nearly round-the-clock lovemaking since Friday night, I need a break. How about going out for Sunday brunch?”

  “You need a break,” Caitlin said. “I never thought I’d ever hear you say that. But you’re right. This has been lovely—wonderful, really—but getting out of the house sounds like a good idea. You want to shower first?”

  Meg gave her a devilish smile. “Why not together?”

  “So much for a break,” Caitlin said, brushing her fingers across Meg’s breasts. “Maybe a late brunch is a better idea. I’ll be even hungrier then.”

  Giggling, Meg climbed off the bed and skipped toward the bathroom. “I swear you already look absolutely ravenous.” She stopped at the door, turned to face Cat and crooked her finger, beckoning. “I believe I may have something to tide you over.” She lowered her hands and spread her pussy lips.

  “I’m coming,” Caitlin said, sliding off the bed, laughing.

  “I’m sure you will.”

  * * * *

  Caitlin sipped her Bloody Mary and heaved a sigh. How long had it been since she’d really relaxed? She overflowed with contentment. And that was because of the twenty year old sprite sitting across from her.

  Their knees touched beneath the restaurant table. Shocks shot from her knees to the back of her eyes. Good shocks. Electrifying shocks. Love shocks.

  How could this be happening to her? She’d always considered herself a level headed modern woman. She’d purposely crafted that image, and it had served her well for thirty-four years. But now a woman fourteen years her junior threatened to turn her life upside down.

  No, Meg already had, and she, Caitlin Shanahan—Cat—wasn’t complaining even a wee bit, though she would like to have an explanation for how all of this had come about.

  What in the world did Meg find attractive about her? Why hadn’t she resisted the young woman’s overtures more vigorously? And thank goodness for that inner force that had propelled her to accept Meg’s love offering.

  Appreciating mystery had never been her strong suit. Her grandmother who’d been born in the old country would be pleased to know that mystery had suddenly hit her grand-daughter in the solar plexus. But would she understand her involvement with a woman? Cat smiled. She just might. Maybe there was something to letting mystery captivate her without having to explain it away.

  “You don’t smile often enough,” Meg said. “You’re very fetching when you smile.”

  Cat cast a furtive look about the café. “Do you suppose people know why I’m smiling?”

  Meg shook with laughter. “You’re not wearing a sign that says I’ve been exchanging love juices with the girl who’s beaming at me. Maybe someone who knows you would be suspicious. Does it really matter?”