5. Deborah

5

DEBORAH

A s they arrived, the morning sun was blaring across the turquoise sky, casting a warm glow over horses grazing in the fields at the ranch. Holly helped Deborah with her helmet and talked her through the basics of riding before they set off on a leisurely trail ride.

Deborah couldn’t help but admire Holly’s grace and confidence in the saddle as they rode side by side. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, and the morning breeze teased strands loose around her beautiful face. She found herself stealing glances at the younger woman’s toned arms and how her muscles moved fluidly underneath her taut skin .

After an hour or so, the horses began to tire, and Holly suggested taking them back to base. The two women dismounted and walked the horses back to the stable. Deborah could feel a palpable tension between them, a mutual desire that had been simmering since their confessed feelings the day before.

“Thank you for suggesting this, Holly. That was amazing. I felt so free,” Deborah said, her voice almost a whisper. Her friend’s daughter smiled back with a warmth that sent shivers down her spine.

Deborah grinned from ear to ear, encouraged by their growing connection. “I’m so glad you suggested this, Holly. There’s something about being out in nature that feels so exhilarating, right?”

They moved closer together, their bodies almost touching as they continued to chat, the air thick with as-of-yet-unspoken desire. Holly tentatively reached out, brushing a stray hair from Deborah’s cheek. Deborah’s breath increased slightly as her eyes locked onto Holly’s hungrily.

Without saying another word, Holly leaned in, her lips falling onto Deborah’s in a tender and passionate kiss. Deborah responded eagerly, her hands finding their way to Holly’s curved waist and pulling her into her own, more voluptuous body.

As their kiss deepened, the hillsides and paddocks around them faded into the background. Deborah could feel every inch of Holly’s body pressed against hers, the heat between them igniting a fire that burned deeply inside her with each passing moment.

Eventually, they pulled apart. Deborah rested her forehead against Holly’s, their fingers intertwined.

“I want you, Holly. I do. But… your mom… I don’t know what to think,” Deborah murmured, her voice husky with both desire and guilt.

“I don’t want to talk about my mom right now,” Holly replied sharply. “Let’s just go to your car.”

Deborah led Holly to her car, their hands never leaving each other’s as they climbed into the back seat. They kissed hungrily, their bodies moving together with a primal need that Deborah felt in every cell of her being.

Deborah ripped off Holly’s top in a frenzy of desire, revealing smooth skin that begged to be touched. She traced the lines of Holly’s body, savoring the feel of the surface of her beneath her fingertips.

Despite the doubts in her mind, Deborah didn’t even try to fight what was about to happen. She opened her mouth to Holly’s, losing herself in the sweet taste and the sweep of her tongue as she explored Deborah’s mouth. She felt Holly’s teeth nibble against her lips. This was so much more than just a kiss. This was leading up to a point of no return, and every cell in Deborah’s body knew it. Her skin felt hot, and her nipples contracted into rock-hard pebbles against her light green buttoned shirt. The ache between her thighs was so intense that it took a monumental effort to stop herself from rushing to straddle Holly’s thigh and rubbing herself shamelessly against her hard thighs to relieve the pressure.

Seemingly in total tune with Deborah’s needs, Holly shifted in weight in her seat, and the hand that had been around Deborah’s waist now slipped up under her shirt, cupping her large breasts and squeezing gently. As Deborah groaned with desire, she leaned in, and her mouth traveled down from Holly’s neck until she found her breasts. She was wearing a green sports bra, and Deborah struggled to unfasten the complicated front fastening, but when she did, Holly’s firm, pointed breasts sprung out and bounced gently.

She sucked Holly’s small, pink nipples and bit them lightly, making her squirm. Deborah dropped lower into the footwall behind the passenger seat until she was on her knees and her hands on Holly’s hips. She bent forward, her mouth running down Holly’s stomach as her fingers found the button of her jeans. One flick and the button was open. One quick zip and the jeans were halfway down her lover’s legs.

“Holly,” she said as she kissed her above the band of her mismatched pink cotton panties, the ripple across her lips sending electric sparks zinging throughout her body. Deborah was wet now—soaking wet. And she felt the quickening pulse between her thighs; she wanted Holly’s touch. Her fingers. Her mouth. Her body.

Some coherent part of her mind knew that she should be stopping all this because if they allowed this to continue, everything would change, and there would be no coming back from it. She was about to fuck the daughter of one of her best friends.

Despite knowing the trouble it could lead to, she didn’t care. Maybe she’d live to regret it, but right then, all she wanted was Holly. She had to have her now.

And she’d deal with the fallout tomorrow.

“I’m gonna need these jeans to be off,” Deborah ordered as Holly hastily squirmed out of the last part of the denim leg.

“Please just fuck me, Deborah. It’s all I can think about,” she moaned, and Deborah kissed up her thigh, toward Holly’s throbbing core.

“Well,” she whispered, “seems as though you asked so nicely, I always think good girls should get what they want.”

Holly moaned just at her words alone, but her breath was taken away when Deborah sunk two fingers deeply inside of her. Grateful for her extra spacious car, she positioned herself between Holly’s thighs, fucking her deeper and harder. Enjoying every single moan and noise that fell from Holly’s lips. Deborah spread Holly’s legs even wider apart, so she could now sink her tongue into Holly too. Hungry to taste her wetness, Holly tasted just as good as Deborah expected.

“Oh my g-god, Deborah, keep fucking me, please, I’m so close already. ”

Usually, Deborah liked to play around for longer. Usually, she’d enjoy edging sweet Holly into the most intense orgasm possible, but today all she craved was Holly cumming in her mouth, as fast as possible, especially with the lingering risk that the owner of the ranch might show up any minute.

Her tongue lapped harder around Holly’s swollen clit. She pushed in one more finger, stretching Holly more. Feeling her tighten around her. Her head moved back before she ordered, “Cum for me, darling.”

And with those words, Holly’s body tightened like electricity had hit her core. Her back arched in the seat and her body squeezed around Deborah’s fingers. She moaned so loud that it was impossible someone didn’t hear. The orgasm was so indulgent, so deep, so intense, she wanted to bathe in it forever.

“Good girl. You’re so fucking hot,” Deborah moaned before collapsing into Holly, kissing her thighs some more.

“Swap places with me. Please. I want you so much. I want to feel inside of you,” Holly yelped, still in a post-orgasmic haze.

Deborah didn’t put up a fight. She took off her pants and moved on the spacious car seat, ready to indulge in whatever Holly had to offer.

“Fuck me like the good girl you are,” Deborah huffed, as she moved her fingers down, massaging her own throbbing clitoris. She liked control. At all times.

Holly smiled, keeping eye contact, as she teased Deborah’s wet folds. She pushed one finger inside, slipping so easily into the wetness before her.

“Don’t be shy, Holly. I can’t take more than that,” Deborah smirked.

“Oh, I’m sure you can, I’m just savoring you a little longer.” Holly bit her lip before pushing in two more fingers. Easily stretching inside of Deborah. She was so ready for her.

She enjoyed every second inside of her. Fucking Deborah deeply and slowly. Watching her fingers rub on her own clit. The circular motions captivated Holly’s mind as she fucked her more. It didn’t take long until she felt Deborah getting closer. The pace changed to hard and fast. Deborah’s fingers rubbing more aggressively.

“Open your mouth,” Deborah moaned, and Holly did as instructed.

Deborah started to climax, her body tensing, as she squirted all over Holly’s lips, chin, face, breasts. Holly had never been so turned on in her life. Deborah was so filthy, so sexy, and so fucking hot.

Her body relaxed into the seat. Her smile widened.

“Come here and kiss me,” Deborah reached out her hand, assisting Holly to straddle her.

They kissed deeply. Savoring what had just happened between them. Their breathing slowly returning to normal, Holly brushed a strand of hair from Deborah’s face.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, Holly. To feel like this, I mean. I don’t know if your mom told you about my divorce. But, things got real messy for a while back there, and I haven’t been able to trust anyone or… I guess, be with anyone since…” Deborah muttered, her voice filled with tenderness.

Holly kissed Deborah’s forehead softly, causing the older woman to feel a sense of completeness she had not known for some time. “Me too, Deborah. Me too. Listen, I’ve had a string of one-nighters. You know what it’s like.”

“Not really. Like I said, I was married. I’ve always been a one-woman gal. Even in my younger days. ”

“I don’t believe it. Not for a second. You’re sex on legs, Deborah. You’re like a powerful, rich, super bitch who has probably slept with half the actresses in Hollywood!”

“Ha! Nope, you’ve got the wrong woman.”

“Don’t you own, like, half the world’s TV stations? And streaming services? You’re like a lesbo Bill Gates or something, right?”

“That’s your mom talking. I’m going to have to have words.”

“She thinks you’re incredible. I’ve only heard about the professional Ms. Morgan from Mom. Plus, I might have Googled you—just a little.”

They stayed like that for a while longer, chatting and joking as they basked in the afterglow of their passion. As the early afternoon sky started to cloud over outside, they both knew that this was only the beginning of their journey together.

Holly was tracing patterns on Deborah’s arm when Deborah suddenly sighed deeply.

“Holly…” Deborah began hesitantly, her voice tinged with anxiety.

“Yeah?” Holly responded softly, her fingers stopping on Deborah’s arm.

“I... I’m starting to worry. I’m sorry, but it keeps pushing itself forward in my mind. I’ve tried to hold these thoughts back, but I feel sick about what my friends might think,” Deborah admitted, her eyes avoiding Holly’s gaze.

Deborah’s heart sank as soon as she’d uttered those words. She knew the conversation had to be had, but it didn’t make it any easier to say it out loud.

“What do you mean? Look, she’s my mother and she only wants me to be happy.”

“Listen to me; we’re at different stages in our lives, Holly,” Deborah explained, her voice quivering. “Such different stages. You’ve got to be able to see that. There’s the age difference. Seriously, I think you’re wrong about your mom. I’m not sure how she’ll react, but I don’t think it’s going to be as easy as you say. What if she doesn’t understand? What if she thinks it’s... inappropriate?”

“Nora’s ten years younger than Mom, Deborah! Like it even matters!”

“Our age difference is double that. Esme will be bothered about double that. Even Nora will raise an eyebrow, and nothing usually fazes that one.”

Deborah could plainly see the hurt and frustration in Holly’s eyes. She had hoped not to let her doubts cloud what they had shared, but she couldn’t help herself.

“Deborah, I don’t care what anyone else thinks. This is you and me. How do we feel? Didn’t we both say that we’ve not felt like this in, well, forever, in my case? Age is just a number, right?”

Deborah shook her head. “I hear what you’re saying, but I need time to think. I need to sort my head out.”

Holly’s mouth turned downwards at Deborah’s words.

“I guess I kinda expected some challenges, but I sure didn’t anticipate you questioning all this so soon after we…”

There was an uncomfortable pause.

“You want me to leave, right?” Holly asked softly, straightening her back and reaching for her clothes.

Deborah looked at her with a mixture of regret and determination. “I think I just need some space to figure all this out. I’ve got a lot of issues at work, and the timing is… o-off,” she stuttered as she swallowed back a lump in her throat and blinked back the tears.

Holly nodded slowly before saying in an upbeat, breezy voice, “That’s just fine! You can have all the time you need.”

Deborah reached out to cup Holly’s cheek, but Holly shifted backward. “Thank you, Holly. Please know that this isn’t easy for me either, right?”

Holly nodded again, her expression impossible to decipher. She leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against Deborah’s lips. She could taste the lingering sweetness of their earlier passion.

“Be seeing ya, Deborah,” Holly stated bluntly, her voice sounding easy and confident.

Deborah closed her eyes, her tears threatening to spill over. “Holly? I just need a little time.”

“Yeah, you said that already.”

Holly opened the car door, and Deborah felt the cooler air hit her in the face. Deborah eventually climbed into the front, settling in the driver’s seat. She leaned against the steering wheel for support as she fought back tears. Uncertainty gnawed at her. It was as if Holly didn’t care. Her response had been almost indifferent. Or was it her age, proving immaturity in defense to a grown-up conversation? It was hard to say.

As Deborah drove back home, she vowed to hold onto hope. She believed in the connection they shared. She just hoped that Holly would understand her need to think things through. She also hoped that her friends would eventually understand their relationship. Although it seemed so unlikely. Why would she get tangled up with her best friend’s daughter? How could she ever explain that? Even if she suggested that she didn’t realize in was Holly in the beginning, would anyone believe her?