As we made out, Stella pulled my shirt off, and I did the same for her after she climbed on her lap, straddling me.

“This is real, right?” Stella asked.

“It better be.” I said.

We continued kissing and groping each other. I relished in her moans and in her touch. I was immediately anxious about showing this much of my body to anyone for the first time in a long while, but Stella also being in her underwear helped. Also helping: her being sexy as all hell, which distracted me from my own insecurities.

After we’d gotten a good first taste of each other, I decided to take charge. Stella let out a confused little mew as I guided her to sit by me. She understood why when I started tracing my fingertips down her chest, lingering for a second there before moving lower. Her stomach twitched at my touch, if I wasn’t so turned on, I would have laughed at how adorable she was.

“What?” Stella asked. I must’ve smirked without knowing it.

“You’re beautiful.” I said. Stella just giggled. I traced the waistband of her yoga pants, teasing going under them. “May I?”

Stella grabbed my wrist. “Please.”

Not one to deny a pretty girl’s request, I obliged, with Stella helping guide my fingers under her yoga pants. I stayed above her panties for now. Stella’s body was already warm, but the rest of her didn’t compare to the heat that greeted my hands.

“Evy, it’s…been a while.” Stella said as I slowly caressed her. “So, um…very…sensitive…there…”

“Don’t worry, I got this,” I said, kissing her cheek.

“OK…wait…” Stella said, guiding my fingers from caressing her up and down to focusing on a central spot. Once Stella got my fingers right where she wanted them, she let go of my wrist. I had to shake away the internal freakout that my fingertips were now circling Stella’s clit and focus on giving her all the pleasure she deserved. We got into a good rhythm together, with Stella’s hips moving in tune with my fingers. Stella switched back and forth from clasping her hands over her mouth to grabbing me, and I couldn’t decide which I liked more.

“Evy…” Stella’s hips twitched. “I’m really close.”

“Oh yeah?” I said, keeping my pace as Stella’s breaths quickened.

“Hey…” Stella said. “It’s probably stupid…”

“What’s up, Stel?” I asked.

Stella looked longingly at me. “Can you please kiss me when I cum?”

“That’s not stupid.” I said. I waited until she seemed really close to finishing before I leaned in to kiss her. Her hips twitched even more as she gripped my hair. Just as my wrist was really starting to cramp up, she came hard, moaning into the kiss.

“Wait, wait!” Stella said, grabbing my arm and pulling it away from her. She sighed contentedly, then leaned back on the couch and held her forehead, her breathing still heavy.

“You need a sec?” I asked, savoring my victory.

“Yeah just…oh my god…” Stella said. “Evy…just, fuck. Wow.”

I stretched out my wrists, pride swelling within me. If we stopped there, I’d be satisfied, but something told me we weren’t done.

“OK, this is definitely stupid,” Stella said, still catching her breath. “Did we wash our hands after dinner?” I burst out laughing. Stella pouted, which was so cute. “I didn’t just kill the mood, did I?”

“No, you're good," I said. "I definitely washed mine though. 

"Alright, sweet," Stella said. "I'm just careful, I've had some bad experiences with UTIs so...yeah, now I definitely killed the mood."

"You're fine," I said. "I can wash my hands again while we’re between sessions so to speak, if you want."

“Yeah, it'd probably be good," Stella said. "I might still need a minute if you wanna go first. Wow.”

I beamed as I walked to the bathroom to wash up a little. The last time I had sex, it went almost comedically awful very quickly, so this was a lovely change of pace. I remembered the walk of shame to my bathroom that time, the shame I felt looking at my reflection in the mirror. This time I was more in the “give myself a high five” mood because I’m a dweeb. When I got back to the couch, Stella was trying to stand up on shaky legs.

“OK, it wasn’t that good, was it?” I asked. I hoped she wasn't acting up just to try and make me feel better about myself.

“Like I said, it’s been a while,” Stella said. “I’m still coming down from it.”

“Heh. Coming down.”

“Shut up,” Stella giggled. I showed her where the bathroom was once before, but I did again anyways, wanting to really enjoy the sight of Stella waddling towards the sink. Once she’d washed up, she stopped in the living room.

“Say, Evy,” Stella said, twirling her hair around her fingertips and tilting her head slightly to the side. “Would you be comfortable if we went to your room? The couch is nice, but…”

“The bed’s probably a lot better for this,” I grinned. I took Stella by her hands and led her into my bedroom. It was a mess, but she was more focused on the bed than the clothes on the floor. She crawled onto the mattress on all fours, turning back to me to make sure I was looking.

“I hope I wasn’t too obvious about it, but I was really trying to get you to stare at my ass earlier,” Stella said, wiggling just enough to make me shudder before climbing up on the bed with her. “So this time I really want to make sure you’re looking.”

“Trust me, I was,” I said, squeezing her perfect curves. “You’re hard to look away from.”

“Good,” Stella said. She rolled onto her back and lifted her legs up as she tried to sensually pull her yoga pants off. She gave up on that pretty quickly and just yanked them off, which worked just fine for me. She had a plain pair of panties on that I could now put a visual to match all the touching I’d done to them.

“OK, this is gonna sound weird,” I said. “But from my staring I was wondering ever since we got to the restaurant what you were wearing under those.” I gestured to the yoga pants that were now on the floor, then to Stella’s panties.

“Oh?” Stella said, sitting up. “What did you think I had under them?”

“I never wear yoga pants, so I assumed nothing?” I asked.

“Well, I was just going home or to a hotel by myself originally, so I didn’t mind if my panty lines were showing into whatever I changed into after the interview. Plus I wasn’t gonna not wear panties for a job interview, that’s super bad luck I feel like.”

“Right, right,” I said. “Oh god, am I killing the mood with this talking? Sorry if it’s too much. I talk constantly.”

“Don’t ever apologize for that.” Stella said, hugging me. I once more got to enjoy how my bare skin felt against hers. “I’m fine if you keep talking all night.”

“Terrific,” I said, reaching around her back to her bra. “Then I’d really like to talk you through this next part.”