“Ah c’mon, honey. Is that any way to speak to your girlfriend?” The acerbic tone grated on her nerves, bringing back bad memories and bitterness. But Gabriella no longer held any sway in her life.
“Don’t call here again.” Nicolette hung up the phone. She refused to entertain any further conversation with the deranged heifer. That woman was her past—her really-bad-would-give-anything–to-forget past. And if she had anything to say about it, tomorrow, she’d be taking a trip to Key West with her future.
Chapter Three
Casey arrived at Nicolette’s townhouse around six on Saturday morning. She had prepared some coffee and scones, carrying them along with her to Nicolette’s home. They ate the breakfast, before heading out.
Getting on the highway, Casey pointed the car south and cranked up the music. She was determined that this weekend getaway would be fun. She hoped Nicolette would realise they belonged together, once she saw how well they did living in the same room, even thought it would be for a short time. She intended to broach the subject of cohabitating on this trip, and hoped that the little stay would strengthen her case.
Later that afternoon, Casey entered the hotel room on the heels of Nicolette. She probably should have been checking out their suite, but her girl was a much more pleasing sight for her. The Bermuda shorts and tank top she wore outlined her figure to perfection. She hadn’t missed the stares of the men and women they passed on their explorations.
“I’m going to take a shower. The day was fun, but I’m hot and sticky. My skin feels welded to my clothes.” A slight shudder accompanied that assertion, and Casey hid her smile at the look on her girl’s face.
Her eyes tracked Nicolette’s movements as she entered the bathroom, peeling her top off as she went. Waiting a beat, Casey soon followed. By the time she arrived at the bathroom door, Nicolette was already in the shower, the very tiny shower. Divesting herself of her own clothing, she opened the sliding glass door, not at all displeased with the size of the shower. There was enough space for two.
“Care for some company, my Nicolette?”
That smile she had come to depend on was her answer. But then Nicolette being Nicolette replied, rather cheekily too, “Maybe.”
“Well tough,” Casey said, stepping into the tub. “I’m staying,” she challenged, raising an eyebrow, a little smirk gracing her lips.
With a pretend humph, Nicolette retrieved the bar of soap, lathered it up and commenced washing Casey. Her face flushed, her breathing grew shallow. But this marked her arousal, not any distress.
Casey loved when Nicolette was like this. Leaning forward, Casey kissed Nicolette’s lips, starting soft before deepening the touch. She swiped her tongue inside Nicolette’s mouth and Nicolette shattered, just like Casey knew she would.
Nicolette’s eyes became unfocused and her breathing uneven. Nicolette leaned against her for a moment, catching her breath. Casey had been waiting her entire life for Nicolette. This woman embodied everything she wanted. She was indeed her other half.
Tearing her mouth away, Nicolette palmed Casey’s breasts, stroking and caressing the globes, before pinching her nipples into a hard, almost painful peak. Casey gasped her pleasure, spurring Nicolette on. Spreading her legs a little, Casey braced her hands against the walls. Heat pooled in Casey’s stomach, her arousal overtaking her.
Next, Nicolette smoothed her hands down Casey’s stomach, dipping her finger briefly inside her navel. Her eyes followed the path of her hands, glazing over with lust. Casey loved the way Nicolette touched her. She was completely absorbed in what she was doing. Her hand continued its journey down Casey’s stomach, before stopping above the thatch of hair at her cunt, skimming lightly.
Nudging her head up, Casey refocused Nicolette’s attention. Casey wanted more than just Nicolette’s hands on her. She needed her Nicolette’s flavour.
“Hmmm?” Nicolette murmured as Casey captured her lips in a deep kiss.
She loved her mouth, the rich taste of her Nicolette intoxicating. She grabbed the back of Nicolette’s head, trying to deepen the kiss even more.
Nicolette combed her fingers through the hair protecting Casey’s pussy. Casey panted, moaning at every pass of her hand. Nicolette’s fingers dipped between her pussy lips, lightly stroking her clit. The soft touch provided no relief. Instead it maddened Casey.
Suddenly, Nicolette captured the small nub and squeezed, slowly increasing the pressure.
“Ahh.” The pain and pleasure of those fingers caused an exquisite rush to travel through her. Casey shuddered.
Releasing Nicolette’s head, Casey placed her hands on the tiled wall, steadying herself. Without warning, Nicolette plunged three fingers into her pussy, tapping a finger from her other hand against her back channel, gently applying pressure. Casey couldn’t hold back. Moaning, her legs began to buckle, inadvertently impaling herself on all four digits as her orgasm crashed through her.
Nicolette wrapped her arms around her, holding her up. She placed her lips against Casey’s ear, whispering words of love. Nicolette stroked along her spine, trying to bring her back to earth.
“I love you, my Nicolette. Very much.” She rested for a moment longer, enjoying the feel of being in Nicolette’s arms. She hoped this weekend would be a beginning to her being in Nicolette’s arms for always.
Eventually, Casey extricated herself from Nicolette’s arms, going down to her knees in front of her. Lifting one of Nicolette’s legs, she placed it on the rim of the tub.
Leaning in, she swiped her tongue along Nicolette’s outer lips, before dipping between her pussy and licking along her clit. She played with her nub, stroking it with her tongue. Lightly taking Nicolette’s clit between her teeth, Casey gently tugged on it.
Burying her hands in Casey’s hair, Nicolette’s hips bucked, encouraging her ministrations.
Casey moved even slower, tormenting her partner, drawing out the attention.
“More,” Nicolette demanded, losing patience with the teasing.
Casey dipped her tongue inside Nicolette’s channel, going as deep as she was able. She could taste the essence of her girl, excitedly lapping up her flavour. Moving to her clit, she sucked the nub into her mouth, hard, causing Nicolette to cry out.
Her hands travelled up Nicolette’s legs, palming the round globes of her ass. Spreading her cheeks with one hand, Casey used the fingers of the other hand to rim her hole.
“Need,” Nicolette moaned, her voice hitting Casey solidly in the gut. Liquid heat pooled between her thighs again, answering the call of her Nicolette. Reaching up, she tapped the perfectly imperfect skin of Nicolette’s stomach to get her attention.
Nicolette soaped her fingers and Casey returned her hand to Nicolette’s anus. Carefully, she pushed one finger, then another into her back entrance. Nicolette shuddered and groaned, her legs shaking with each in and out stroke of Casey’s finger, and pass of her tongue over Nicolette’s clit.
On her next in stroke, she inserted a third finger and tipped her Nicolette over the edge. She was definitely a screamer, the sound sweet music to her ears. Casey continued sucking and stroking, letting Nicolette ride out her orgasm.
Standing, Casey shared Nicolette’s juices with her. They took their shower, dried each other, and went to bed, cuddling together. Staring, Casey admired Nicolette’s freshly fucked appearance. She was stunning, hair mussed, eyes shimmering, and a stupid grin in evidence. She practically glowed.
Stroking her hair, Casey thought, if the trip so far was any indication, they absolutely did well together.
* * * *
At dinner that night, they had discussed extensively their desire to and the ramification of moving in with each other. Nicolette couldn’t believe Casey had wanted to take the next step in their relationship as much as she did. They had stayed in the restaurant long into the night, discussing in great detail their next course of action. Waiters and waitresses moved around them clearing away tables, serving the stragglers like them
.
Surprisingly, the decisions about where to live and when to move were easy. Casey would move in with Nicolette. Her place was bigger and, more importantly, situated at the halfway point between Casey’s bookshop and Nicolette’s office. The finances took a lot more than a brief discussion at the dinner table, since they had to work out a budget and figure out how to combine their lives.
Returning from Key West, Casey immediately began making preparations for her move. She used some of the boxes from the store to pack up her stuff. Nicolette had promised to stay late most nights to assist when she could.
Now here they were, a week after their trip, carting the last boxes of Casey’s things into their new home. They would have moved in together immediately, but Casey had needed that long to pack up all her stuff, determine what she would carry, what would go in storage and what would be donated.
Nicolette marvelled at her acceptance of the situation. She felt like she should be more nervous when taking these major steps in her relationship with Casey, especially with the disaster her previous relationship had been. But despite the impact of Gabriella’s actions, every time she thought about Casey moving in with her, she wanted to do a jig. Excitement coursed through her at the thought of waking up with her Casey girl. Every. Single. Day.
She’d walked around with a silly grin on her face all week, her co-workers making comments about her good spirits. She wanted to laugh all the time and got all fidgety at the build-up of her happiness. She’d been eager for the week to come to an end, and now it was finally here.
Placing the box she carried in the guest room along with the others, she returned downstairs and entered the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator and the kitchen cupboards, she grabbed the necessary ingredients to prepare a rotisserie chicken, brown rice, and a salad.
She began seasoning the chicken, wanting to get all the food prepared quickly. It had taken both cars to get the last of Casey’s stuff to her house...their home. She wanted to get as much of the meal prepared before Casey arrived. Tonight would be their first night together as a living-together couple. Oh yeah, there went the bouncing again, the excitement building within her.
Arms wrapped around her from behind, and she startled briefly then leaned back into them. She hadn’t even heard the door. Casey buried her head in the back of Nicolette’s neck, inhaling deeply.
“Welcome home, baby,” she whispered. Turning her head she swiped her tongue within Casey’s mouth, savouring her. She would be able to do this all hours of the day and night. Well, at least when they weren’t at work.
“It’s good to be home.” Kissing the back of her neck, Casey took up position beside her. “What can I do to help?” As if unable to help herself, Casey reached over and stroked along Nicolette’s spine to grip her ass.
Home, Nicolette thought with a happy sigh, pressing back into Casey’s touch.
* * * *
Exiting the bathroom, Casey emerged into the bedroom, staring at her partner sprawled naked on the bed. She beheld the vision of beauty before her, sighing with delight. Oh baby.
“My Nicolette. I look forward to seeing you sprawled across our bed for the rest of my life.” Striding to the foot of the bed, Casey took a few more minutes to admire Nicolette. She was exquisite, her rounded breasts heaving, her thatch and pussy lips glistening with her juices.
“C’mere, Casey girl.” Nicolette beckoned, stretching her arms out, welcoming her in. Crawling up her body, Casey lowered herself onto her girl. Casey pressed the rest of her torso against Nicolette’s and straddled her legs.
Looking down, Casey marvelled at the picture of their breasts pressed together nipples to nipples. Pushed intimately together, the swell of their breasts was an enticing spill of flesh against flesh. Nicolette whimpered, thrusting her hips. Casey gasped at the sensation as the thatch of Nicolette’s pubic hair grazed her clit.
“Kiss me,” Nicolette demanded, reaching around and grabbing hold of Casey’s ass cheeks, kneading her butt with strokes intended to heighten the moment. She dug her fingers into the soft flesh, leaning up and capturing Casey’s lips with her teeth.
She bit down hard as punishment for the delay, then sucked on the abused flesh, soothing away the pain. Casey’s need beat at her insistently.
Moving one leg between Nicolette’s spread thighs, she gave them both some much needed friction. They began humping each other, grinding and grunting like animals. The sounds they made were guttural and primal. Sliding her hand along Nicolette’s side down to her legs, she held on to one thigh, wrapping the leg behind her own knee.
Casey tore her lips away from Nicolette’s, arching her spine, head thrown back, she screamed her release. She felt a sharp pain, as Nicolette clamped her teeth onto the swell of her breasts and shook with her own orgasm. The small burst of pain heightened her awareness and prolonged her orgasm beyond anything she had ever felt before.
“It is definitely good to be home,” Casey panted as she collapsed on top of Nicolette, and a good sort of blackness enveloped her.
* * * *
Something startled Nicolette out of her sleep, but at first she couldn’t identify the noise. She tried to roll over but the weight along her arm prevented such movement. It all came rushing back to her and she couldn’t stop the silly grin from reappearing.
Leaning into Casey’s warmth, the noise came again. Nicolette identified it as the ringing of her phone and reached across Casey. She retrieved the receiver, putting it to her ear.
“Hello,” she whispered, figuring that any call this late at night would be an emergency and not to be ignored. She hooked the phone between her head and shoulder, freeing up her hand to stroke along Casey’s side.
The voice on the other end told her two things. First, the call was most definitely not an emergency. And second, the caller wasn’t welcome to call her home even in the case of an emergency.
“How dare you move in with that whore?” The anger in that voice was far too familiar for comfort. Nicolette debated responding, but figured no good could come from encouraging the conversation. Casey stirred, prompting Nicolette to hang up the phone.
Casey knew about Gabriella, and that the relationship had ended badly, but Nicolette failed to mention the more recent harassments from the woman. Though guilt racked her constantly, she fooled herself into thinking she did the right thing. But she knew better. Her pride wouldn’t allow her to get Casey involved.
“Shh.” She whispered, caressing her gently. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake.”
Casey calmed, settling back into her arms.
Grateful, for the reprieve, Nicolette didn’t relish explaining the situation. She was freaked out. And scared.
What did Gabriella want with her? What would the bitch do?
Chapter Four
Their phone had been ringing all hours of the night, since the moment she moved in. At first, she hadn’t even realised the calls were harassing. But once she figured it out she had waited as long as she could.
Three days had passed now and the calls were still coming, and with more frequency. Casey had hoped Nicolette would trust her enough to come to her with this problem. But as of yet, she hadn’t said a thing about the situation.
Casey hadn't meant for the situation to drag out so long, or get so out of hand. But every time Casey tried broaching the subject with her, Nicolette would distract her. Casey was determined to put an end to this issue tonight, and she would not be so easily distracted by Nicolette. The tension in her baby was getting unbearable. She had become snappish, short-tempered and antsy. Casey realised it was fear, but fear of what or whom? She didn’t know.
Checking the time on her watch, she saw that she couldn’t close the store for another three hours. For the first time since taking over the store, she chafed at the delay. Looking around the bookshop, she realised that this place no longer held first place in her heart. Nicolette meant far more to her than these books and the four walls.
She had
just decided to close early, when the stupid bell above the door tinkled. Damn. Even the tinkling bells were starting to annoy her today. Pasting on her best customer service smile, she turned to face the new arrival.
“Welcome to Feed Your Mind. How may I help you?” she recited. She barely turned completely around, when a sharp pain shot through the side of her face. Crying out, the outlines of individuals hovered around her as she crumpled to the floor and blackness enveloped her.
* * * *
Nicolette felt edgy, her skin tight. Something was wrong. Preparing dinner, she attempted to ignore the feeling but as time ticked by it got worse. Casey was due home half an hour ago. But even so Nicolette was unable to rouse her on her cell. Her mind created infinite scenarios of what could have happened to her partner, every single one ending tragically. Nicolette decided to go find her girl, starting at the bookshop. Getting out her keys, her hand grasped the doorknob when the house phone rang. Racing to catch it before the machine picked up, she grabbed the phone from its cradle.
“Casey. Baby, where are you? I’ve been trying to reach you all night!” She heaved a huge sigh. “I’ve been worried sick.” Fear made way for relief, which quickly reversed again with Gabriella’s voice. She should have figured Gabriella would call, but she’d been so focused on Casey, it just hadn’t entered her mind.
“Do you want me to come over and make you better? Hmm.” Her tone held a level a smugness that spiked Nicolette’s fear. “I told you the bitch would leave eventually. Now you’re all alone. Again. You better wise up and soon, little girl. Don’t think I’ll wait forever.”
She hadn’t allowed Gabriella to talk this much since she’d started calling. With a sinking heart, she knew Gabriella had done something to Casey. “Wha…” Nicolette’s voice cracked. Clearing her throat, she tried again. “What did you do to Casey?”
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