DREAMS OF FLYING by Anastasia Vitsky
part of the First Ladylove anthology
Retirement means saying good-bye to everything she knows...and hello to a whole new world.
When Karla Jamison marries her husband and gives birth to her daughter, she thinks she has followed society’s rules. But after Ray’s death six months later, she throws herself into librarianship and single motherhood. What would her daughter and community say if they knew Mrs. Raymond Jamison loved women?
She keeps her secret until retiring at age sixty-one, fulfilling a promise to Ray by relocating to a tiny, historic town in Florida. There she meets Annabelle Trelanka, who spends every possible second on the flying bridge of her cabin cruiser. After choosing to stay single rather than declare her sexuality, Annabelle loves the freedom she finds on water.
Where will Karla’s new freedom take her? Is she ready for the next big change in her life?
“Don’t be afraid.” Safely ensconced in the flying bridge of my Oneir, I beckon to Karla shivering at the bottom of the ladder. “You’re okay with heights, aren’t you?”
“Of course.” She pats the top rung of the ladder as if testing whether it will crumble. “It’s shaking.”
“That’s the water.” I sit on the bridge, swinging my legs and kicking at the metal fixture. “See? I couldn’t knock this down if I tried.”
She jumps back, bumping into the wall behind her. She adjusts her glasses with a trembling hand. “I can look at the ocean from here, thanks. You said it’s deep enough for diving, but I’m not planning on it.”
“You climbed more stairs to my condo, and you didn’t have a problem with that.” I shouldn’t push, but I want Karla to take the chance. I’ve never had a woman on my bridge, or at least not one like her. I can think of ten different ways to enjoy the moonlight, but I can’t scare her yet.
She sets a sensibly sandaled foot onto the first rung but pulls away. “What’s so great about your top deck, anyway?”
“Scoot over.” I shimmy down the ladder and take her by the waist. “Go on. I’ll be right behind you.”
“I’m fine!” She puffs, gripping the metal edges without moving. “I don’t—”
I haul her upward, first one step and then another until her delectable bottom rises to eye level. The white fabric of her three-quarter-length slacks shows faint panty lines, and I pat for encouragement. “It’s safe.”
“That’s enough.” She slips one foot downward to descend after her second step.
Before I can think, I deliver a crisp, noisy smack to the back pocket of her pants. She freezes, and I curse myself. Too forward. She wriggles in unconscious invitation, and I fight a losing battle not to smack the other side.
“Ouch!” She gives a breathy giggle as my hand makes a second impact. “Now who’s the dirty old woman?”
“You’ll pay for that.” I’m glad she can’t see the ridiculous grin spreading across my face.
“Oh, please.” She lowers herself one more step, leaning until her back nestles against my chest.
I wrap her in a soundless slow dance to the lapping of waves against the boat. By some unfathomable stroke of good fortune, this creature has made Oneir live up to its name.
About the Author
Cookie queen, wooden spoon lady, and champion of carbs, Anastasia Vitsky specializes in naughty F/F fiction. She hates shoes and is allergic to leather. When not writing about women who live spankily ever after, she coordinates reader and author events such as Spank or Treat, Love Spanks, and Sci Spanks. Her favorite event is Ana’s Advent Calendar, a month-long celebration of books, community, and making a difference.
She is too afraid to watch Doctor Who, but she adores The Good Wife, Madam Secretary, and anything with Audrey Hepburn. In her next life, she will learn how to make the perfect pie crust.
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