by Laurie Ames
Kel murmured something that Lena didn’t catch and ground softly – and then less softly – against Lena’s lap. “I want to forget what’s in my head,” she said after a moment, more clearly.
Lena swallowed a giggle. She remembered being that earnest, and she was pretty sure the girl wouldn’t understand what she found funny. “I’m glad to help you with that,” she replied. “But how would you like me to go about it?”
The girl didn’t say anything, and Lena reached up, pressing the flat of her thumbs against Kel’s nipples, which were hard as stones inside her bra. The girl gasped, leaning into the caress. “Do you like this?” Asked Lena.
“Yes,” she said, nodding hard.
“What about this?” Lena reached between them, cupping the heat of Kel’s sex with her hand. Kel groaned, grinding against Lena’s palm.
“Yes,” Kel said again. “All of it, yes. Please. I want. I want more.”
A horrible thought ran through Lena and she pulled her hand back for a moment. Kel’s eyes opened – her gaze hazy with lust and her eyes unfocused. She made a kittenish sound, and Lena pressed a finger against her lips for a moment. “Hey,” Lena said. “I need to talk to you for a second.”
“Yeah.” Kel nodded. She closed her eyes hard for a moment, then opened them again, her gaze more tightly focused.
“I need to know I’m not your first.”
“What?”
There went her ego. “You deserve better than me for your first. Anyone deserves better than me for their first.”
Kel blinked rapidly, a bunch of times, then leaned back a little and laughed. “Oh, honey,” she said.
Lena sensed a touch of Southeast drawl in her reply.
“Oh Honey, no,” Kel said. “I was the girl that takes all the other girl’s virginity. It’s just that – it’s been a while. I was with one guy for a long time. And it didn’t work out. So, it’s been a while, and I – well things got awkward with my friends. And I’m in a new city, and I’m so damned horny that I want to scream. I swear to you, that’s all you’re sensing. I don’t want to rush, and I want to come slow and long, because it has been too damn long since it was anything but a vibrator or my own fingers, you know?”
Lena knew. She knew so well. In answer, she pulled the girl close to her again and nipped at the swell of her breast between the vee of her shirt. “So if I did this,” she said, sliding her hand inside the girl’s cotton panties and dipping a finger into the growing wetness there, “this wouldn’t fit into your careful plan?” Kel started to quiver and shake as Lena’s hand pressed right against her G-Spot.
“Oh Jesus,” Kel whispered. She was shaking, struggling just a little. Lena wasn’t giving her quite the contact she needed to ride her palm to a shattering orgasm, but it was so close that she could taste it. “What are you trying to do to me?”
“Make you forget,” Lena said. “Put you in the now.” She slid that one finger inside the her, expecting another one of those kittenish mews, but instead, she got a groan that seemed to come from her toes. She stroked inside the girl, noticing the intimate places that made her hold her breath and arch her back. As she expanded, Lena added another finger, finding the rhythm that made her gasp. Kel started to ride her hand, fucking herself on Lena’s fingers, but when Lena shifted her palm to let Kel slap her clit on the heel of Lena’s hand, the girl shook her head.
“Too much,” Kel said. “Like this. Too much. Just your fingers for now. And please kiss me. Can you kiss me? Will you kiss me deep?”
She said it like it was some kind of hardship. Lena pulled their mouths together again, parting Kel’s lips with her tongue and thrusting into her with perfect rhythm, while exploring her entire mouth.
Lena wildly fondled her with an index finger and thumb, and this made Kel go wild, as if an inferno had burst inside her. It was moments before Kel exploded, shattering everywhere. It wasn’t a pretty orgasm, nothing you’d see in a movie. She groaned harshly, her chest heaved, her belly shook, but it was one of the most honest and organic things that Lena had ever seen. It was pure sweaty sex, and oh so hot.
Kel sagged as the twisting tension passed out of her muscles, and Lena slipped her fingers free, careful to avoid the clit that she was sure would be almost painful right now. Lena let them fall backwards onto the bed, and Kel’s head naturally pillowed onto her shoulder.
“Better than strawberry cheesecake,” Kel murmured, her voice gently sleepy. “Sorry. Gimme a minute. I’ll get to you, love. I just need a minute...Wow!”
Lena didn’t manage to fight back the giggle this time. “You like strawberry cheesecake, I take it?”
“It’s one of my specialties, I’ll bake it for you sometime, my love,” Kel said, her voice still distracted and fuzzy.
And for a moment, it was just a cute thing that the girl who’d just fucked herself on Lena’s hand was muttering in a sexy post-orgasm haze. But then pieces started to fall into place. She was someone who loved to cook, and she had just moved to town…
OMG!
“Kelsie?” Lena said, hoping against hope that she wouldn’t respond to that name.
Instead, she lifted her head up, her brow furrowed. “How did you know to call me by Kelsie?”
It was probably not the sexiest thing Lena had ever done, but she started thumping herself gently in the head with the heel of her hand.
Chapter Four
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The next day, Lena drove towards her mother’s home, trying to script how the whole event would go. “Hello! We’ve never met before. I certainly did not finger fuck you last night. I absolutely did not go to your place and spend some quality time with you. I tried not to imagine you spanking me with a wooden spoon for putting too much saffron in the risotto. Would you like a job?” It left something to be desired.
She’d basically walked out of Kel’s – Kelsie’s – apartment. It hadn’t been graceful. She hadn’t managed to say why she was leaving, just stumbled through some words about having an early morning, and have a good night, and she was sorry. The poor kid probably thought that Lena had some sort of trigger event because of her full name.
She’d thought of a dozen excuses to avoid the damn party, but none of them had worked in her head, so putting them out into the world seemed both foolish and useless. A plain “I can’t make it” would never work with her Mom.
So she drove to the house, parked, and walked inside. There was another car in the driveway, and one parked on the road. The Donaldson’s and their daughter Kelsie, Lena had supposed.
As soon as she walked in the front door, she heard laughter and music coming from the back yard. That was nice; Mama hadn’t laughed all that much in the last few years. It was a gorgeous sound to hear her laugh again. But she braced herself for the awkward moment when she had to lock gazes with her supposedly random hook-up from the night before and walked outside.
Mama saw her first, of course, and waved like they hadn’t seen each other in weeks. “Lena-love,” she called out. Lena pushed her lips up in a smile and waved cheerfully back. Meanwhile Lena’s eyes were fixed on the strong curved hips and sexy backside that was turned away from her. The back that had suddenly gone stiff and rigid. She saw the quick sideways peek over the shoulder, and suddenly she felt worse – so much worse – for not warning Kel about what was coming down the pike. She’d owed the girl that much at least.
The Donaldson’s shook hands, and Lena smiled and nodded, but it was that firm backside that she couldn’t take her eyes off. She saw the quick sideways glance as the tall woman confirmed what her ears had probably already told her. She saw the shoulders square, and then the smooth turn, just as Mrs. Donaldson said, “And I’m sure your mother told you about our dearest daughter, Kelsie?”
The girl shook her head even as she extended a hand towards Lena. “Kel. My friends call me Kel.” She shifted her gaze so that her eyes met Lena’s, and – Lena wasn’t entirely sure what she’d expected to see. Anger or disgust? Maybe demands a
nd threats? But instead, all Lena could read on the girl’s face was a quiet understanding.
“Pleased to meet you,” Lena said, extending her hand and sealing a bargain that she didn’t entirely understand.
The tension in the air ratcheted down. Lena sat down to the meal and beer that her mother had put in front of her. She complemented Mr. Donaldson on the barbeque, but when pressed, he happily confessed that his daughter was the chef in the family, and she’d made the sauce. Which of course naturally turned the conversation towards Lena’s business, and gave her the perfect opportunity to mention that she was looking for a new head chef for the restaurant she’d just acquired.
Kel had been quiet through much of the conversation, but at that, she glanced back and forth between her parents, looked over at Lena’s Mom, and then stood up so quickly she almost tipped her chair over. “Excuse me,” she said, “I need to run to the ladies.”
A quiet fell over the table for a moment, and Lena found herself wracking her brain for an excuse to follow the woman into the house. She couldn’t come up with one, and after a moment, she just stood up, and walked into the house.
The downstairs bathroom door stood open, so Lena went upstairs, to the larger bathroom off the second-floor hallway. She tapped gently on the door and heard Kel snap “Go away.” Then, there was a long sigh, and she heard, “I mean, I’ll be out in just a moment.”
“Kel? It’s me,” Lena said.
The door yanked open so fast that Lena almost fell forward. “What?” Kel asked. “What the fuck do you want?”
“I wanted to say that I’m sorry. Honestly, I had no idea – “
Kel pulled the door open farther, put her hand on Lena’s elbow, and pulled her into the room. Her cheeks were damp, like she’d been crying, which twisted up Lena’s heart. The door closed, and Lena rested her butt on the counter, trying to keep her body posture open and friendly without – shit, she didn’t even know what she wasn’t trying to do.
“Just tell me what you knew?” demanded Kelsie.
“When?”
“Last night. When you came back to my place. What did you know, then?”
Lena shrugged her shoulders and shook her head.
“All I knew was that my mom had a friend who needed a job, and she wanted me to come over and taste her cooking and see what I thought. She hadn’t told her friends anything about me or my business, so that if I didn’t like it, it wouldn’t be a big awkward thing.”
“What did you know about me?”
“Just your name. Nothing else.”
“When I was fucking your hand, you didn’t know you were going to be offering me a job?”
“No, I swear I didn’t,” Lena said. “And I handled it badly last night. I should have told you something. I – earlier in my career, I got into a bad workplace situation. I was dating someone at my restaurant, and it turned into an accusation of favoritism. And I just…kind of stopped. And last night, my friend abandoned me to fuck her bartender, and I was just so lonely. And you’re so gorgeous and I thought it would be amazing, hot, no strings sex. I thought what harm could it do?” Lena laughed, but the sound was hollow and empty. Which felt appropriate. “I’ll never bring it up. You don’t owe me anything. I’m so sorry.”
“Tell me again about how I’m gorgeous.”
Heat rushed through Lena’s veins. She’d never once kissed a person in this house, boy or girl. She’d never brought anyone home to meet her parents. She’d never seen her father threaten someone to behave or heard her mother worry that she needed to be home by such and such a time. She’d been so good, since forever.
She was going to kiss Kel again. She was going to hire her, assuming that her references checked out and the rest of her cooking was as good as her barbeque. Especially if her strawberry cheesecake was really as good as she’d implied. And that was just going to have to be okay.
“You’re remarkably gorgeous,” Lena said. “I love that you’re curvy, soft and delicious, just like a sweet juicy peach. I wanted to taste your skin last night, but I got all stupid and never took a chance.”
Kel’s gaze softened as the heat ran through her as well. “If you had the chance last night, what would you have done?” She took a step closer, pressing into Lena’s space. Lena let her knees fall apart, and Kel slipped easily into the space between her thighs.
“I would have stripped you down and licked your nipples until you begged me to touch you. I wanted to tongue you until you begged me to give you back my fingers. I wanted to fuck you with my tongue until you screamed. The way you came last night was unbelievable. I’ve never seen anyone unravel like that, and I want to see it all over again.” She slid her arms around Kel’s shoulders, letting her lean in more closely. “Does that sound tempting?”
Kel’s eyes glittered with something very, very warm. “So very much,” she said. She ran her hands up the insides of Lena’s thighs. Lena had worn brightly patterned leggings under a charcoal colored tunic, and the feeling of Kel’s fingers tracing up the shivery skin of her inner thighs made her sigh. Kel bent her fingers in a diamond shape and pressed them over Lena’s sex, framing her pussy. Lena sighed and resisted the urge to press into her hand. For one thing, she wasn’t sure she was allowed just yet, and for another, she thought she might slide off the countertop if she wasn’t careful.
Kel pressed one long finger up the seam of Lena’s pussy, and studied her face as she gasped and bit at her lip. “I wonder,” she said. “I wonder what would happen if I were to fuck you right here in your Mom’s bathroom. Would you stop me?”
It was an odd way of asking for permission. Kel was so much younger than her, but that made it all the more submissive and intriguing.
“How could I possibly stop you?” Lena asked. Her voice was soft and breathy, her cunt was slippery wet with arousal. All the desire she’d been feeling last night flooded back in, and she was gasping without any further touch. “You’re so much stronger than me. I will have to do anything you say.”
Kel’s small smile widened into a big grin. “That’s right,” she said. “That’s absolutely right. So Lena, what I demand is that you be absolutely quiet. Not another sound. Or else I’ll have to tell everyone about what you’ve been doing all these nights. How you pick up slutty girls in bars and take them home, then leave them unsatisfied.” Kel pressed forward and nipped at Lena’s earlobe. Her fingers traced up from the wet smear in her leggings to flirt with the waistband for just a moment before sliding down and cupping Lena’s sex.
“Oh Jesus,” Lena whispered. Kel made a disapproving noise and pressed a finger over Lena’s lips.
“Last warning,” Kel said. “You make a single sound, and I will have to stop.” Lena opened her mouth to agree, then thought better of it, and just nodded.
Kel’s grin got just a lot wider. “Take these off,” she insisted, tapping at Lena’s hips.
Last night, Kel had pulled off her clothes with very little ceremony, but Lena had a different plan in mind. She might be old, but she loved to dance, and she loved to move her hips. She pushed back at Kel until she could slide down off the countertop, then turned around so her ass was facing Kel. Kel obliged her by running her hands down the very slight curve of her hips, and Lena pressed her ass back towards Kel, letting her butt press against Kel’s belly as she hooked her thumbs in her leggings and gently pulled them down.
“No panties,” Kel said. “My oh my. What a naughty girl.”
Lena turned around, leaning back against the counter. She gestured at the tunic, but Kel shook her head. “No, leave it alone,” she said. “You’re just fine the way you are.
Lena expected Kel to come in close to her, but that wasn’t what happened. Not at all. Kel slipped down to her knees, taking a moment to pull a towel from the side for a kneeling pad, then moved forward, pressing Lena’s thighs a little wider. Lena wanted to hiss out a quick “What are you doing?” She wanted to beg her to do exactly what she was hoping Kel would do. When Kel flicked he
r tongue over the lowest edges of Lena’s belly, Lena had to grip the counter to avoid crying out in pleasure. When her fingers snaked a path through the tangles of her pubic hair, Lena thought she might die if she didn’t at least let out a loud groan. But the stern look from Kel left her utterly convinced that she meant it when she said she’d stop, and there was no way she was letting that happen.
Kel leaned forward and pressed the flat of her tongue to Lena’s clit. Lena gripped the countertop as hard as she could, trying to choke back the groan that wanted to pour from her throat. She was achingly horny. She was ready to beg Kel to fill her up, to fuck her and come all over her tongue. She wanted the girl to unravel just like she had been unraveled.
It was over embarrassingly quick. Kel slid her fingers into Lena’s hungry emptiness and curled them forward, finding the exact spot that made Lena see stars. Titanic waves of pleasure radiated out from her clit, racing through her body and crashing into her brain. She had to bite down on the palm of her hand to keep from screaming as she climaxed, almost lightning fast. Then as she started sagging to the floor, her pussy clenching, her body limp, Kel began wiping the wetness from her chin and reached into her purse for a tissue.