Third Date Jitters

Lena’s hands shake as she plates the dinner she swears will blow Sophie away. She’s already redressed the table three times. The moment Sophie steps inside, Lena bolts back to the stove and forgets which burner she turned on. Steam hisses, a spoon clatters, something scorches, and Lena keeps sprinting between kitchen and dining room, hair sticking to her forehead. Sophie just leans back, arms folded, watching the show with a slow smirk. Then the glass tips. Ice-cold water splashes straight down Sophie’s dress, plastering the fabric to her heavy, bare tits, nipples standing hard against the wet cotton. Lena freezes, face burning, apologies tumbling out faster than the spill. Sophie cuts them off with a hard, open-mouthed kiss, tongue flicking the silver ring in Lena’s lip. Her free hand slides straight to the blonde’s pierced nipples, pinching until Lena gasps into her mouth. The ruined dinner, the soaked dress—none of it matters now that Sophie’s got Lena bent over the table, dress yanked up, tongue tracing every shiny barbell while her fingers work between the trembling blonde’s thighs.