Metamorphisis

Kaylee was eager. Not the least bit surprising, but welcome all the same.

She had a small list of things she wanted to try with the younger wrestler, fun stuff they could do to pass the time on their night, but Valley thought it was key they get to know each other - really know - before they went on to crazier things. They both had itches that needed scratching. Urges to satisfy. Why wait?

Valley led Kaylee on, turning off lights as they went through the hall, bathing them in darkness. It wasn’t quite night yet, but not day, either. The sun was setting, and it bathed the apartment in a dull red glow as the lights dropped. That same red glow was cast all about her bedroom when she opened the door, covering it in a haze of shadows and silhouettes. Dresses lined the sides of the room, brown and ornate, all on a plush velvet carpet, welcoming to Valley’s bare feet.

And there, in the middle, was the bed. Large and wide and inviting. Waiting for them.

Valley pulled Kaylee in and closed the door behind her. Not that it mattered, but she liked the added air of impropriety, like they were doing something so secret that she didn’t want to risk a single prying eye. She even locked the door with a soft click, and from there she went right to business.

Valley pulled Kaylee towards, one arm around the waist and another about the neck, and took her in a smoldering, smothering embrace. Her lips came to Kaylee’s and suckled at them, savoring every taste. Their breasts mingled and slid over each other, poking and pushing. Their hips met and Valley gave her teasng thrusts, little previews of what was to come.

It was hot, it was passionate, and she let out a longing moan when she pushed away, looking at Kaylee with glowing, lustful blue eyes. She pushed the younger wrestler onto the bed, then stepped back and let the robe fall, revealing her attire for the evening. A lacey pink two-pieces, clinging tight to her skin, not hiding a single curve, so thin that the faint outlines of her body could be seen underneath, even in the lowlight.

”Don’t bother taking your clothes off.” Valley kicked the robe away and began mounting the bed, crawling over Kaylee as she did. ”I’ll do that for you.”

"Note to self..." Kaylee thought, upon seeing the lush bedroom, and the spectacular view it offered. "Date a rich girl."

Then the door closed, the lock clicked, and all thoughts were driven from her mind as Valley Doll grabbed her and held her close, their lips locking. For once, Kaylee wasn't the dominant lover, Valley taking full control, thrusting her hips against her's, rubbing their breasts together...it was incredible. Years of playing fantasies through her head finally coming to life.

She shivered, letting out a moan of her own as the kiss finally broke, a thin trail of saliva still connecting the two women before breaking, Kaylee letting out a pleasured gasp as she was pushed onto the bed, leaning on her elbows with a smile, eyes glinting with lust as Valley stripped, revealing her thin, nearly see through, two piece.

"Mmmm...Pink is absolutely your color..." she quipped, reaching out as Valley crawled over her, finally getting to trail her hands down the older woman's body, softly feeling every curve under her finger tips, amazed at how soft and smooth her body was.

As much as Valley had chastised Bubbles for it earlier - and would continue to do so - she had to be honest with herself and say that she could see where her fellow Slamazon was coming from. Now that she wasn’t denying it anymore, it was all too easy to see how Kaylee was such a potent sexpot. That hair, those eyes, that whole demeanor - it just radiated sexiness like a furnace, was this amazing balance between cute and alluring, and it was all too easy to get swept away as she moved in and felt those gentle, delicate fingers touching her. Hands that had been wanting her skin for so long…

”I’ve always thought so.” Her voice was low, a hushed whisper, hot and raspy and deep. Valley gave Kaylee a kiss on the lips, soft and quick, before letting her lips sample more of the younger wrestler’s body. That chin. That neck. The collarbone. She would’ve gone straight for the breasts, but that outfit was in the way. For the moment.

She took one button in her mouth, working away with her tongue, undid it with ease. A little lower, and she did the same with the next button, and the next, until Kaylee’s chest was free and open for her lips. No time was wasted, either - she dove in and started running her tongue all over the soft skin, here and there.

Kaylee giggled, hands still trailing up and down the older blondes body, deeply enjoying the woman's kisses on her neck and collar area, taking the opportunity to run one hand around to Valley's tight butt, giving it a nice squeeze.

Then Valley really surprised her able to undo the buttons on her shirt. "Wow, that's pretty kinky..." She said with a smile, letting out little moans as Valley Doll got full and complete access to her bare chest, bare was the right word after all, Kaylee, in her hope that things would turn out...well, exactly as they had turned out, had gone without a bra, letting her firm young breasts freely jiggle about.

Valley was going for mystique and intrigue here, but she couldn’t help but giggle when she popped open Kaylee’s chest and found she was wearing nothing there. ”That’s pretty kinky.” She gave the younger woman’s luscious chest a nice, long lick. ”Nice to see you came prepared.”

It was tempting to go for the breasts right away, and that was nearly what Valley did, but she decided it might be better to exercise some restraint. Take things slow. Slow-ish, anyway. Now that she knew what Kaylee was looking forward to the most, she knew how to tease the younger woman, where to go for the best effect.

She started planting kisses up Kaylee’s stomach, breaking it up with the occasional lick and nibble, getting higher and hotter and closer to her perky chest...only to pull back and work away on her sides, running her tongue along the younger woman’s tight obliques. All the way, she kept herself hot with Kaylee’s thigh, rubbing against, working herself on at that sweet, soft thigh.