Game, Sex, Match 2

Ingrid has it all — a good job, two lovely daughters, and a male lover who gives her all she wants in bed. But a chance remark leads her to the last place she expected — giving an old rival lessons in lesbian sex! Can Ingrid teach Amanda that her desires are nothing to fear, and that there is nothing as sweet as a woman's touch? Find out in “Game, Sex, Match 2!”

~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~

Ingrid rubbed her lips, hiding a smile. Amanda wasn’t the first woman who she had met who had decided to indulge in a little bisexual or lesbian rebellion when they got old enough to make their own choices. Though usually it had been a teenage girl out on tour, instead of a woman who was already married. The secret, she had discovered, was to let them come to her. She had a reputation — a well-earned one — as a woman who played both sides of the fence. And she didn’t mind showing an attractive young woman the ropes.

Her expression sobered as she followed Amanda through the obsessively tidy house and up the stairs. A woman who had been sexually abused was a greater responsibility than a fun, sweaty romp with a Latina girl in Miami who had decided that Catholicism was bullshit. As far as Ingrid could tell, Amanda had been traumatized at a young age and had never recovered. Had she ever experienced pleasure at any hands but her own?

Her suspicions were confirmed as soon as they were in the bedroom. Amanda halted, looking around as if she had never seen its furnishings before. Her fingers twisted. “How…how…”

Ingrid smiled. “How do we do this?”

“Yes.”

She did her best to keep her posture calm and unthreatening, though she wanted nothing more than to devour the younger woman. “Well, what do you like?”

A shiver. “I…don’t know.”

“All right. What don’t you like?”

That was an easier question, apparently. “Nothing…inside me. Not fingers. Not toys.” Amanda swallowed. “And if you even think about going at my back door, I’ll kick the shit out of you.”

That was fear talking. And remembered pain. “I’ve never been into anal myself,” she replied easily. “So don’t worry.” She crossed the distance between them, drawing near. “But kissing is okay, right?”

A tight nod. “Don’t worry.” She ran a finger along Amanda’s lower lip, smiling as her eyes widened. “You’re in control. I won’t do anything you don’t want. And if what I’m doing makes you happy, all you have to do is tell me, and you’ll get more.”

She bent her head invitingly. Amanda hesitated. Her hand reached out. Ingrid took it. Her fingers were cold.

With a sudden lunge, Amanda closed the distance between them. Her lips mashed against Ingrid’s, hard enough to bruise. Ingrid caught her cheeks in her hands and gentled her. She opened her lips, teaching without words, so that when the darting tip of Amanda’s tongue sought hers, it was already there.

Amanda…melted. It was incredible, the way her rigid fear collapsed into feline desire, like a cat lying in a patch of sun. She moaned into Ingrid’s mouth and pressed her body against hers, from groin to chest. When their lips parted she was almost panting and her color had returned.

“That was…nice.” Ingrid smiled her approval, her grin growing as Amanda smiled hesitantly in return. She put her hands on the younger woman’s hips. But she let her thumbs stroke her belly. Through the cloth of her blouse she could feel the way her muscles jumped under her touch. “But all these clothes. Do we really need them?”