By Giselle Renarde
Series: The Lesbian Diaries
Book: 2
EBOOK ISBN: 9780463011881
PRINT ISBN: 9781703071498
Bridie never expected to find herself in this position at midlife: leaving her husband and moving to the ends of the earth, purchasing her childhood home, falling in love with her tenant...
Ness is everything Bridie is not. She’s young and bold and artsy and trans. Bridie can’t fight the attraction. It’s addictive. It’s overwhelming.
But when Bridie’s best friend shows up to remind her what life was like when they were lovers, she’s torn between fresh possibilities and familiar passions. Will Bridie choose the old or the new? Or will life choose for her?
Lesbian fiction from award-winning queer Canadian author Giselle Renarde.
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EXCERPT:
Suddenly, Ness’s lips were on mine.
When her tongue entered my mouth, I wasn’t expecting it. Reminded me so much of Jacintha’s kiss. I hadn’t expected that one, either, though I certainly should have.
Perhaps I should have expected this one, too.
Surrender made me weak. Goodness knows how we got to the couch. My legs could barely support me.
She was very good at kissing, Ness. Her style was similar to Jacintha’s, though perhaps a tad hungrier, owing to her age. When we were that age—me and Jax—the make-out sessions were explosive. I was only too happy to experience that burst of youthful energy all over again, with my twenty-something tenant. She seemed as eager as I.
When she unzipped her hoodie, which went almost down to her knees, my hand went to her breast. Under the hoodie, she had on a tank top, but no bra. It was easy enough to slide my fingers beneath it and prick up her nipple.
Her hand moved to my breast, but there was too much in the way. I tore out of my top, out of my bra, which I’m sure I wouldn’t have done in a fully-lit room if it hadn’t been for Jacintha telling me, only days ago, that my tits were every bit as perky as they’d been when we met.
I don’t know about perky. They’re certainly fuller now. But, yes, I had to agree, they weren’t bad. I didn’t mind showing them off.
Ness seemed pleased. She lifted her tank top and pressed her chest to mine. We toppled down flat on the couch, which made me laugh, goodness knows why. Nerves, perhaps. Her tiny tits felt so good against my bigger breasts.
She was such a good kisser. I could have kissed her all night.
Except that I could feel a growing need between us, and I say that only in part metaphorically. Ness had on leggings or tights, whatever you call them. She wasn’t the type to tuck it away. Who would see, when her hoodie went down practically to her knees?
But I could feel it pulsing against my thigh. And, I tell you, my arousal went through the roof.
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