Dimity had the advantage of being taller. Spooning the other woman tenderly, she slid her fingers in between her legs, using the technique that she'd enjoyed earlier, relishing the feeling of being in control. Agatha letting her play pillow princess for a while had emboldened her, given her confidence. She'd only just realised that Agatha was strategic to a fault. She fingered her in a rhythm that yielded some stupendous moans. There was something exciting about being allowed to possess a woman like Agatha. She wished she was dexterous enough to cup the breasts in front of her. She liked the feel of them in her hands. She settled for kissing the skin she could reach. Agatha groaned and twisted her head around and up. Dimity could reach her lips. She kissed them softly, feeling Agatha's moans vibrate through her as she quickened the pace, fingering faster and harder, rubbing her thumb over and around the willing clit. Her wrist would be sore but Agatha's orgasm made it worth it. Agatha drank the rest of the jug of water to cool down after. They laughed and curled around each other in satisfaction.
'Sketching isn't your forte, darling.'
'Believe me, I will never pick up a pencil again. I did it to win £100. My roommate bet me on it and now she'll have to pay up' Dimity added smugly.
'Good. You can treat me to a bowl of chips.'
'You're a cheap date. When will I get to meet your cat?'
'When will I get to meet yours?'
'Are you angling to be my plus one for bring your friend to work day?'
'Maybe. I could get used to this.'
'How about hibernating with me for the winter?'
Dimity turned her head to look over at the other woman.
'Is that a proposition?'
'It can mean anything you want it to mean' said Agatha with a grin.
Dimity felt a stirring in her heart, equal to that in her netherlands.
Challenge accepted.