Forbidden Fruit

Carol, emboldened, opened her mouth, inviting. Kate's tongue slipped inside, a slow, sensual exploration that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to Carol's core. Carol's hands, which had been resting limply in her lap, now rose, almost involuntarily, to grip Kate's shoulders. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more demanding. Kate's fingers, still on Carol's thigh, began to move with more purpose, sliding higher, pushing against the fabric, feeling the shape of Carol's leg beneath.
Kate broke the kiss, pulling back just enough for their eyes to meet, her breathing ragged, her lips glistening. "You want this, don't you, Carol?" It wasn't a question. It was a statement, a challenge. Carol couldn't speak, could only nod, her eyes wide and pleading. The raw desire in them was unmistakable. A slow, triumphant smile spread across Kate's face. "Good." Her hand on Carol's thigh slid higher, her fingers finally hooking onto the hem of Carol's shorts, finding the soft skin there.
With a gentle tug, she began to pull the fabric down, slowly, deliberately, exposing more of Carol's trembling flesh. Carol closed her eyes, a gasp escaping her lips as Kate's cool fingers finally grazed the damp cotton of her underwear, sending a shockwave of pure, unadulterated sensation through her. This was it. There was no turning back now.