Winding her arm between herself and Delaney, Gretchen tugged the other woman's skirt up. At Delaney's touch, Gretchen moved her hips, arching up against the blonde and trying to get the right contact against her clit. She moved forward, sliding her fingers up between Del's thighs, matching her movements.
Although this wasn't how she'd imagined the afternoon going, it potentially wasn't a bad way to go. Sex was always good, well, almost always. And if it turned out not to be, well she could always go fuck Trevor. That thought, coupled with a delicious pressure from Delaney's fingers caused Gretchen to gasp, arching up and pulling back from the kiss momentarily.