Waiting is the Hardest

Carter Cruise has been chasing down her bio mom through some dumb online registry, pacing while she waits for any reply. She's mid-call with her bestie when she sees the notification pop up and just hangs up cold. Erica Lauren hit her back, wants her to ring her up right away. Carter stares at the number, thumb hovering, heart thumping. She dials. Phone rings. Rings. Rings again. “Hello?” Carter almost chickens out, but stumbles through her name. Erica lights up on the other end. She’s all for meeting in person, no hesitation. So they pick the clinic, both nervous as hell while they kill time waiting for results. Waiting room’s quiet. Erica throws out the wild idea that they should just chat and, why not, flirt. Five minutes in they’re swapping jokes—Erica jokes that if they’re not related they could maybe grab drinks or something. Carter laughs, game for whatever. Then the doc walks in, envelope in hand. The news? They’re strangers, nothing in common on paper. For a second they both look wrecked, but Carter smirks first. “Guess dinner’s back on the table then.” Erica grabs her by the neck and kisses her hard. Tongues immediately clash, heat everywhere. Clothes hit the floor in the next heartbeat. Erica’s mouth finds Carter’s tits quick, slow licks circling each stiff nipple while Carter’s hips twitch, moaning like she can’t help it. Carter returns the favor—drops to her knees, buries her face between Erica’s thighs, tongue dragging up every slick inch, slurping the mess. They wanted answers and got disappointment, but they’re sure as hell celebrating the hell out of the good news they didn’t expect.