Kelly pounces.

Remi froze. Had this all been a mistake? She didn't know how to make love to a woman, especially not one as intimidatingly beautiful as the one on her knees on the bed in front of her. Where would she even start? Maybe Remi wasn't cut out for something like this. She could always back out now, tell Mrs. Reardon that she was sorry and that she couldn't--

Perhaps sensing Remi's hesitation, Kelly moved in for the kill. Mrs. Reardon was behind Remi in an instant, pressing her nearly-exposed breasts against Remi's back and wrapping her arms around the young woman. "You can do this," she said, leaning down to start kissing Remi on the neck. Despite her age, Mrs. Reardon's hands were soft, and her lips were, too.

Remi's breath caught. No one had touched her so tenderly as this in a long time, and no one had ever kissed her neck. She drew in a shaky breath, trying to calm herself, but Kelly's fingers were tracing a slow, sensual path across her stomach, making it impossible to ignore the woman standing behind her. The sounds of Mrs. Reardon's lips on Remi's neck were quiet but unmistakeable, and to Remi, they sounded as loud as a thunderclap.

She had never been touched by a woman like this before, but now here she was, being seduced by a woman only inches away from her wife, whose rear end was presented enticingly toward Remi.

"Maybe I should teach you how it's done first," Kelly whispered in Remi's ear, just loud enough so that her wife could probably hear, too. "A demonstration might give you the courage to explore yourself. How does that sound?"