“Teri, please let me in. Tell him I’m not crazy, that you know me,” she pleaded but Teri just stared at her coldly.
“I’m sorry officer, I don’t know this woman. Thank you for keeping our neighborhood safe,” she slammed the door shut and went back to bed.
“Okay Miss Clarke, you’re free to go. You’ve been bailed out,” the officer informed her the next morning as he unlocked the cold cell.
“Finally, took her long enough. What do I pay her for if she can’t even come bail me out earlier – useless assistant,” Nicola mumbled to herself, trying to straighten out her wrinkled suit that she’s been wearing since she went to work the previous morning.
It’s been a long night and she was grateful to get out of the unfriendly police station. Arrested for prostitution – imagine. The press was going to have a field day with this.
She collected her belongings and made her way to the lobby. But it wasn’t her personal assistant waiting there for her – it was Teri.
Nicola glared at her angrily. “What are you doing here? I can’t believe you got me arrested.”
“I’m sorry, Nicola – I was furious at you… you drive me crazy, you know that right?” Teri shrugged somewhat apologetically.
“I can say the same for you. I mean bloody hell, I just got arrested for you. But I suppose I have nobody else to blame for that but myself.”
Teri walked up to her and hugged her close. “Did you mean it when you said you wanted to try this for real?”
“Every word of it. I’ve never met anyone like you, Teri. You throw my entire world into chaos but without you, there is no world…”
"Oh, Nicola! You know you'll have to get me a key made to your apartment now, right?"
“Please – because clearly sleeping in hallways is frowned upon in modern society,” she smiled.
“Come on, let’s go home,” Teri kissed her deeply, slipping one arm around her waist as they walked out together.
“For real this time?”
“For real.”
First Touch
~ Bonus Story ~
A First Time Lesbian Romance
“I meant everything.” Rachel raised an eyebrow.
My heart skipped a beat and I took a deep breath. But before I could second guess myself, I unhooked my bra, slipped it off, and pulled down my panties.
She slowly came closer to me, my instincts were telling me to back away, but I stood frozen, expecting her.
She kissed me first on the lips.
Then my chin. Then my neck. And slowly moves down, not missing a single inch of my skin. My body screams out with pleasure, my insides now burning with passion.
Her tongue moves around my breasts, down my stomach, and traces my pelvic bone…
* * *
CHAPTER 1
I probably looked pretty stupid sitting there in my bed, twiddling the 4-karat diamond ring between my fingers. The night before, my occasional boyfriend Tom got down on one knee and asked the big question so many girls dream of. But all I felt was my stomach dropping and my life flashing before my eyes.
Tom was an investment banker, and a damn good one, too. He lived a very lavish lifestyle, including a gorgeous penthouse apartment and a free pass to get first class tickets to anywhere he wanted to go.
But throughout the year of our on-and-off relationship, I always felt like just an accessory to his success. Someone who was just expected to be his pretty little arm candy and support him in all his endeavors.
Don't get me wrong, the rich lifestyle was nice. But before long, the magic of it wore off and I felt utterly useless.
So as I kept staring at the glimmering ring, I wondered if a life of glamor and comfort was worth it. I would no doubt be very well cared for, but I also didn't want to get stuck with a man who I wasn't sure truly loved me.
I picked up the phone and call Carl. Carl Cummings has been my best friend since college. He was there for every breakup, every failed test, every rough night. My shoulder to cry on, and the person I wanted to tell everything.
"What's up?" Carl answers.
"I need your help. I'm stressing out. I don't know what to do." I said rather desperately as I hold the ring up in front of my face.
"Whoa whoa, honey what's wrong? Talk to me." He tried to calm me down.
"I just... Suck at decisions." I fall back into my bed, letting out a discouraged sigh.
"Kelly, get your ass in some nice pants and meet me at our place." Carl hanged up the phone without letting me get in a single word. Which left me no choice but to get out of bed, change into some dark slim jeans and a halter top, and go out into the chilly night air.
What he referred to as "our place" was a sleek, swanky 4-star sushi place in the heart of Manhattan. Yes, it was outrageously expensive but worth every penny.
Carl and I sat at a high table for two. He was so handsome. One side of his hair slightly hung over his defined, clean-shaven face. He wore black jeans and a very tight cardigan. I knew he worked out but damn, I guess I never really realized how much it paid off.
In college, I had the biggest crush on him and tried to kiss him on several occasions. After about the 4th attempted kiss he revealed that he was flattered, but was completely into men. 100% queer. So we just decided to be best friends.
"So. What's your issue." Carl was ready for some juicy drama.
I grabbed the diamond ring out of my purse and set it on the table. Carl's eyes widened as he took the ring and examined it.
"What the hell is this? Did he..."
"Propose? Yes.” I answered as I downed a good portion of my drink.
“What did you say?"
”I told him I'd think about it. And that's why I need your help. I like him, but I don’t know if I love him, you know? He’s super rich and that’s nice and all, but at the end of the day, that’s not what matters.” I spilled out all my thoughts and why I felt caught in a pickle.
"So what do you think?" I leaned back in my chair, trying to calm my heart rate.
Carl leaned forward, stirring his drink with the straw, and then looked at me dead in the eyes.
"I think you need to get laid." He said so surely.
"Excuse me?" I said, taken aback.
"Listen. You've been in a shaky relationship with Tom for over a year now. He's the only person you've been with in forever. And something doesn't feel right. So, I say you need to explore other options. Learn more about yourself before making any decisions. Do something spontaneous and get laid in a swanky hotel room."
"And how do you suggest I go about doing that?" I said stubbornly.
"Just chose someone in this restaurant and go for it." Carl started scanning the room while I looked at him like he's crazy.
"Her." He gestured towards the bar and my gaze followed in that direction, where I saw a gorgeous woman sitting at the bar alone, sipping a martini, and scrolling through her phone.
She was dressed in a blazer and a pencil skirt, so I assumed she was a classy business woman most likely in town for something work related.
Her soft brunette hair hung down past her shoulders and she sported large hoop earrings in each ear.
My eyes traveled all the way down her perfect body and I spotted a small tattoo right above her ankle.
"Someone's getting all hot and bothered," Carl teased me.
I shook myself out of my daze. "Are you kidding me? I'm not even gay."
"Oh honey, once I was exactly where you are at right now. At the age of sixteen, I would just catch myself staring at every hot male I came across, but told myself it was stupid. That it was just my teenage hormones confusing me or something. It took me boning Dave Holler in the locker room to realize that I was completely and wholeheartedly sexually attracted to men."
"But..."
"Go." Carl commanded.
I gave up arguing, took a deep shaky breath, and downed the rest of my glass, sending a shock of adrenaline through my body. I m
ade my way over to the bar, fighting the urge to turn around with every step.
CHAPTER 2
“Vodka on the rocks with lime," I told the bartender as I sat down on the empty stool next to the beautiful stranger.
My voice must’ve caught her attention because she turned to me, greeting me with warm, rich brown eyes. “Vodka, huh? Long day?”
The gentle strength of her voice sent a chill through my body, causing me to fumble over my words, “Um, yeah, I guess.” I said, while silently wondering what about this woman made me feel so attracted to her.
“Ugh, tell me about it. I just sat for 10 hours through the most boring conference about how to motivate your employees. I'm 300 miles away from home because evidently, this was an important business trip, my boss is a fucking nightmare, and every inch of my body is tense as hell."
“Yikes. I’m sorry.” The bartender gave me my drink and I took a sip, immediately feeling the sting in my throat.
“Oh well. I just need a spa and some sleep.” She took a sip of her martini. “So, are you here alone?”
“Um,” I took a peek back at my table and saw no trace of Carl. The little bastard tricked me and then left the premises so I couldn’t use him as a cop out.
“Yes. I am.”
“Do you have any plans for the rest of the night?” She asked, sensually tracing the tip of her finger around her martini glass. Was she flirting with me? I heard Carl’s voice in my head, about letting loose and just enjoying the moment, and I decided to play this game, maybe just a little longer.
“Why, what did you have in mind?” I asked her, hoping she did not notice I was nervous.
“Do you trust me?” She raised her eyebrows and bit her lip.
I had just met this woman. How could I possibly trust her? For all I knew she could be a serial killer. But I wholeheartedly wanted to trust her.
“Of course.” My heart rate immediately shot up to the speed of light.
“So, again, do you have any plans for the rest of the night?”
“I don’t know, do I?” I paused for effect. Stupid, I know. “It’s your call.”
“That's more like it." She flashed a satisfied smile, downed the rest of her martini, then paid for both of our drinks. “Come on, sexy.”
As she made her way to the door I couldn't take my eyes off of her ass in that tight skirt. Something about this woman fascinated me in a way I had never experienced before, and though it made me uneasy and confused, it also felt... just right.
She turned around, catching me in the act of ogling. “Coming?”
I quickly drank the rest of the cup like it was a shot, and the heavy buzz of the vodka immediately kicked me. I took a deep shaky breath and followed this beautiful mystery out of the building. The world was spinning and I felt a jolt of ecstasy mixed with nausea.
She had no trouble calling over a cab with her perfect whistle and using her best assets. The cab driver was obviously impressed with her facade, giving her a wink as we climbed into the back seat.
The five-minute ride to her hotel was the longest five minutes of my life. My entire body was telling me to get out of the car, to not get involved with her any deeper. I didn't even know this woman. But her hand was on my thigh the entire time and it was exhilarating.
Our taxi pulled up in front of The Ritz-Carlton, one of Manhattan's finest hotels— or what I would call a five-star resort. Although it was almost eleven at night, there were still bellhops waiting to hold the doors open for us. The lobby itself was ten times fancier than any place I had ever stayed at. Everything was pristine. I could run my hand over every single surface and it’d still be clean. Not a single trace of dirt or dust anywhere. Even Tom was too frugal to spend his money on places like this.
My “stranger” wasted no time in leading me to her room, which was ten floors up. As we entered my eyes were starstruck. It was so spacious, and exquisitely decorated. There were a large couch and a king-sized bed covered with the finest duvet linens. The luxurious bathroom had a dream-like full body bathtub, and behind the large glass windows… a jaw-dropping view of New York City. I was in love.
“Glass of wine?” The woman asked, pulling me out of my dreamy gaze.
“Oh. Sure.” I was already drunk, but I deserved to let go of my inhibitions for one night, right?
“Make yourself comfortable.” She said, pouring two glasses of what looked like an exotic red wine.
I cautiously took a seat on the snazzy leather sofa. Everything was so clean and immaculate that I didn't want to leave any marks on it. “I'm just being silly”, I thought as I sank into the best piece of furniture I had ever had the pleasure of coming into contact with.
She handed me a glass of wine and also sat on the couch, leaving just a few feet of empty space between us. One part of me wanted her to keep her distance, but another part of me wanted her to get closer, a lot closer.
“So, tell me a little about yourself,” she said.
“Um, my name is Kelly, Kelly Duncan. I grew up about a half hour outside of the city but got offered a good job at an art gallery in Manhattan. Other than that, my life isn’t too interesting.” I pause. “Oh but I do know I’m kind of drunk and confused at the moment.”
We chuckled and took a sip of wine to fill the awkward silence. “So what about you?” I ask.
“My name is Rachel Maxwell, I’m the marketing manager for a large corporation in Baltimore. I hate my job, but obviously do it for the compensation.”
“Haha, yeah, this is nice…” I took another good look at the room.
“Take off your clothes.” Rachel gently demanded out of the blue.
“Excuse me?”
“Let’s just cut the small talk.” she said as she inched towards me, caressing my face with her soft hand.
I was frozen, just staring at her with fearful eyes. “I don’t know if this is the best idea,” I said
“Kelly,” she began rubbing the inside of my thighs, “You can leave right now if you want. But if you stay, I can show you something you’ve never experienced.” She put her lips right up close to my ear and whispered, “I can give you pleasure like you’ve never felt before.”
Her words felt like a jolt of electricity moving through my body. I could not describe the feeling, but I knew I wanted this girl to take me, and I wanted to take her. She didn't know it but she already made me feel like I had never felt before, especially for another woman. The alcohol erased whatever inhibitions I still had, and I let go completely, still a bit confused but decided to explore something new.
I got up and stood in front of Rachel as a sly smile grew on her face.
Nervously, I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, sliding them down my legs. She closely watched my every move. I then slowly slipped my top over my head and stared at her again, wearing nothing but bras and panties.
“I meant everything.” Rachel raised an eyebrow.
My heart skipped a beat and I took a deep breath. But before I could second guess myself, I unhooked my bra, slipped it off, and pulled down my panties. There I stood in front of this powerful woman, completely naked and vulnerable. It was a mix of complete horror and excitement.
“You’re perfect.” Rachel's eyes traveled up and down my body, drinking in every inch of me. Her adoration gave me a boost of self-confidence. I wanted to be as attractive to her as she was to me.
Rachel took off her blazer and skirt, leaving her with underwear and a skimpy camisole. She slowly came closer to me, my instincts were telling me to back away, but I stood frozen, expecting her.
She kissed me first on the lips.
Then my chin. Then my neck. And slowly moves down, not missing a single inch of my skin. My body screams out with pleasure, my insides now burning with passion.
Her tongue moves around my breasts, down my stomach, and traces my pelvic bone. My body overcame with pleasure and I could've come right then and there. But instead, she pulls me to the other side of the room and pushes me back onto t
he bed. She quickly removes the rest of her clothes and joins me. Our bodies pulse against each other as she moves her mouth and hands all over every inch of my body.
She was right. It was like nothing I had ever felt before.
At that moment, Tom crosses my mind. What would he think of me if he saw me in this position? Was I betraying him and breaking his heart? But then Rachel touched me where it counts and I immediately forgot about him. Screw Tom. He never made me feel like I did at this moment.
Being in bed with Rachel somehow melted all my worries away. For the first time in forever, I felt truly happy and wanted.
We went at it for hours. You would think we’d get exhausted, but the fire of each climax just empowered us to keep going.
Finally, around 2am our bodies grew limp as we finally collapse on top of each other. We are a sweaty mess, but it was so worth it. Rachel rolls off of me, and as we laid next to each other, both trying to catch our breath, I couldn't stop smiling. My body felt so relaxed and my mind felt more positive and at ease than it had in years.
“Wow,” I mutter under my breath.
“I told you,” Rachel says with pride.
"Never has he come close to making me feel like that," I say honestly.
Out the corner of my eye, I can see Rachel smiling with satisfaction.
We make awkward small talk for the next few minutes before we fall asleep in each other’s arms, still completely naked. Her body felt warm and comforting; her breathing soft and soothing, and I wanted to stay in that position forever.
CHAPTER 3
Morning inevitably arrived, and my groggy eyes were immediately blasted by the sun beaming through the room's large windows. My lips couldn't stop smiling, though, remembering the night before. Not only did I feel light as a feather, but I had the most incredible night of sleep, and I wasn’t dreading going through my day.
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