“How about that store today,” Martha said. “I couldn't believe how fun it was to look at all the gear and other kink accessories. I used to be pretty into that, but now it's been awhile.”
“That was pretty hot,” Jake said. “But at the same time, I did wonder if the leather would cause chaffing, you know what I mean?”
“It does and it doesn't,” Martha said, with a sly smile.
“I think I still have the game I bought a few years ago,” I said. “Martha, I think you'd be into it. It's kind of like a sexual icebreaker type of thing. It doesn't take too much control away from the players, but still puts them in situations they wouldn't normally be in.”
Martha perked up at this.
“Why haven't you ever mentioned it before?” Martha asked. “We could have been playing it this whole time!”
Her enthusiasm made me chuckle as I ran to my room to get the game. It was called, “Sexy Time,” which wasn't the most creative thing it could have been named, but none of us got stuck on the semantics.
“It's like spin the bottle, but with dice, board, and cards,” Jake said. “That's pretty intuitive, I guess. I don't know what I was expecting. I guess I should read a few of the cards to see what we're in for.”
Jake set down the box, and I quickly pulled out its contents. It was gratifying to watch him turn red while perusing the pile of cards.
“So how are we going to play this?” Jake asked. “Because, according to the back of the box, there are different levels of eroticism that can be reached. And I'm not sure if we're all ready for the max. Not yet, anyway.”
I hadn't remembered that detail of the game. In truth, I'd never played it. It was the remnant of a shopping trip for the person who would turn out to be an ex shortly after the gift was purchased. I'd kept it around because it had cost more than a few dollars, but at the time didn't want to look at it because of the memories associated. Now, though, that past seemed far removed from the present. I was starting to remember the levels Jake had referenced, how the first was little more than mild truth or dare, and the second involved nakedness and touching—the third we'd have to save for another day, for sure.
We started the game, everyone rolling the dice and moving their piece across the board. Some of the play was like other games, with rolling for turns. But whenever a player landed on a certain spot they would have to draw a certain number of cards and play a certain number of cards. Most places only had a player use one card, but some prompted the use of two or three cards at a time. The first few rounds none of them had to play anything racy, but instead just told truths about themselves. Nothing scandalous was revealed, however, and the game kept moving toward physical contact.
“I think someone might have to kiss someone else soon,” I said. “I wonder who it will be?”
Jake looked at Martha, who was looking at my lips hungrily.
I threw my dice down, moved two spaces forward, and drew a card I immediately played.
“Looks like I'll be kissing you, Martha,” I said. “Hope I don't knock you out!”
“I hope you do, baby,” Martha said. “I hope you do.”
We scooted across the floor over to one another. Martha put her hand around my shoulders and pulled me close. Before I really knew what was happening Martha's lips were pressed against mine, and I was kissing her back. I was the one who had their eyes roll back in their head, though, not Martha. I could feel her breathing increase along with her heart rate, but she remained in steady control, whereas I trembled and clutched her tightly. When the kiss broke, I drew in a deep breath and steadied myself against Martha, who was laughing.
“You're such a good kisser!” she said. “I can't believe we haven't done that before!”
I laughed along with her, and then we returned to our spots like nothing serious had happened. But I could tell that Martha had really enjoyed kissing me and that most likely she would want to do it again in the future. Jake was looking back and forth from one of us to the other with a knowing smile on his face. I wasn't sure what he knew that we didn't, but I was also just glad that he was doing his best to be cool about everything, and not just opening his mouth to say whatever came to mind like some guys would have.
At the end of the game, things finally heat up. Somehow we'd all been missing the spots that force action, so it seemed like nothing happened for a long time. But then Jake played a card that said that he and Martha had to go fuck. I couldn't believe that card was actually in there, and wondered how Martha and I would have handled it if it had been us that fate decided to bring together.
As they made their way back to Martha's room. I was feeling drunker than I had been before—we'd kept drinking during the game and some of the liquor was just starting to hit me. I knew that I just wouldn't be able to sit and listen to the sounds of Martha and Jake having sex, though I wasn't sure why. I didn't really care to think about it, I just acted. Slipping on a jacket I was out the door and into the night. It was a nice night out, and I didn't mind going for a walk to clear my head. I was surprised to find myself hoping that they were finished by the time I made it back to our place.
As I walked, I steered my course toward the river. There was something about its gentle noise that I really appreciated. It helped calm me while I found my center. It made me wonder what had happened exactly that I was so off kilter. I thought about the kiss Martha and I had shared—it had been incredible. It was the kind of kiss that I knew Martha was feeling right now, even if her lips were on Jake's. She was probably thinking of me while she and Jake fooled around. I would have bet anything on it, I was so sure.
The feelings I had for Martha were real, and growing stronger, I realized. I hoped she would be all right with it when I told her. If she wasn't it could really throw things off between our little group of friends. It would be hard to bounce back from the rejection, and most likely hard for Martha to get past my feelings if they didn't align with her own. I could only hope that she would--
Out of nowhere a blue van sped out of an alley and careened across the intersection. At first, I thought the driver would miss me by a mile, but then I realized whoever was at the wheel was drunk and overcompensating at nearly every adjustment. At the last second, I tried to jump out of the way, but I didn't manage to get all the way clear. The van clipped me, hard, and I was sent spinning into someone's lawn. The last thing I remembered was putting my hand to my head and wondering what the hell had happened, how my hair had gotten so wet and matted.
~*~
When I came to I was in a room with bright lights shining down on me. Someone was sitting to my right. I was laying in a bed, and couldn't move around that well. At first, things came back to me in bits and pieces, and as my eyes adjusted the nurse walked in.
“You're lucky to have such a good friend who is willing to sit with you during the nights!” she said. “You kept thrashing around so much that we nearly had to put you in restraints. But luckily Martha here could calm you down.”
I looked over at Martha, who was holding my hand. She gave it a gentle squeeze and gave me a reassuring look.
“You've only been out a couple of days,” Martha said. “It wasn't as bad as they first thought it would be.”
“I thought for sure you would be asleep longer than you were,” the nurse said as she took my pulse. “You really knocked your head hard after that van hit you. The driver has already pleaded guilty to a slew of charges, so don't worry about justice being served, because it will be. I happen to be friends with many of the officers on the force, and they say that the DA is furious.”
I felt so lucky to have a friend like Martha, and I didn't know any other person in my life who would have sat up through the night with me. I would have done the same for her in an instant, that much I was sure of. The nights must have been long and lonely for Martha, with no one to talk to. I was surprised that they let her stay with me; I really must have been thrashing around if they let a nonfamily member spend the nights at my bedside.
“I feel like I drank three bottles of Tequila and got hit by a truck,” I said.
Martha and I both laughed at this. Then Jake walked in like he'd been in the room before, and I realized he'd probably come to visit me as well.
“How are you doing? All right, I hope,” Jake said. “You really gave us all a scare!”
I said I was sorry and they both told me to hush, and that no apologies from me were being sought. There had been a video of the van striking me, and they both had watched it. They told me how bad it had looked, and how scared they had both been when I'd gone into a coma. The only good thing about the scenario was that because it was on a video feed someone was watching, emergency help was called for right away.
“Oh, did you know that Martha donated blood?” Jake asked.
The nurse, finishing up writing a few things on my chart, nodded in corroboration with Jake's statement.
“I'll leave the three of you be,” she said. “You have such good friends!”
When the nurse left, Jake also rose to leave.
“I've got to go let my dogs out,” Jake said. “But I want you to know I want happiness, for the both of you.”
After the door had clicked closed behind Jake, I turned to Martha with a questioning look on my face.
“Don't worry about it,” Martha said. “We'll talk more when we get you out of here.”
“Will they let me out today? I'd like to go home,” I said.
“They just might,” Martha said. “But I'll need to talk to the nurse and see what she thinks.
The nurse had been all about letting me go home because I'd recovered so well. When we got back to our place, I couldn't wait to tell Martha about my feelings about her. I didn't care what happened, I just knew that I had to tell her about all the feelings swirling around inside of me for her. It was hard to put into words, though. And as I sat on the couch watching Martha get dinner ready, I wondered if I'd be able to find the right words, or if words would fail me.
“Martha, I have something to say,” I said. “Could you pause making dinner for a second.”
“Sure,” Martha said. “No problem at all.”
She got up to walk over to me, but I met her halfway.
“I just have these feelings about you I need to talk about,” I said. “I hope that you have them for me as well. I know this could be a huge mistake, me addressing them outright, but I hope that it turns out to be the right thing to do.”
Martha didn't look like I was saying the wrong things, she looked like she was about to pounce on me. Grabbing me gently by the arms she led me over to the couch and positioned herself with a leg hung over mine.
“I would have thrown you against the wall,” Martha said. “But you have a head injury. So instead I have to be extra careful.”
And with that, Martha started kissing me. Not just one kiss, buy many kisses. They all felt like the kiss which had happened during the game. After we'd made out for a little while, Martha pulled away to speak.
"I didn't sleep with Jake that night," Martha said. "And instead ended up telling him that I thought I had feelings for you and I didn't want to play with him anymore. He was really cool about it and didn't get hung up on any feelings of his own. I really just think he was friends with us, is friends with us, so that made it much easier.”
I didn't know what to say, but Martha continued, so I didn't have to say anything.
“I told him that I feel things when I'm with you that I don't feel with anyone else.”
When she said that we fell into each other, our hands exploring each other's bodies as we kissed and groped. There was something primal, yet refined, to our love making. Soon enough we were naked and still exploring, but now grinding against each other. I had never been with a woman before, and it was one hundred times as amazing as our first kiss. We got lost in each other, then climaxed because of each other. Afterward, we caressed each other's ribs and thighs.
Summer Crush
~ Bonus Story ~
A First Time Lesbian Romance
When Katherine “Kitten” Moore goes back to her hometown for the summer, she’s pretty sure of what to expect. Her father has always been a worrywart, so it’s a wonder he even allowed her to leave town for college. She knows he’ll be overbearing as always, and things rarely change in her lazy hometown. It won’t be an exciting summer, but at least she’ll be able to catch up on sleep after some hard finals.
What she doesn’t expect is to fall head over heels for the newest employee in her father’s bakery, a woman named Brianna. Though Kitten has never had feelings for a woman before, she finds herself caught in a whirlwind of passion with this forbidden fruit. Her boring summer shapes up to be more exciting than she could have ever anticipated, and her dislike for dating-- dating boys, at least, is beginning to make more sense. However, a dark secret from Brianna’s past threatens to tear the two apart. Will their developing feelings for each other prevail, or will Brianna give in to her memories?
CHAPTER ONE
For perhaps the first time in months, I allow myself to sleep in. After what felt an eternity of exams, it’s a relief to be home for the summer and catch a bit of shut eye. However, I’m certain my father won’t allow me to sleep in too late. He’s always been a bit overprotective, always making sure I take proper care myself-- at least up to his standards. In the past, I’ve tried to assure him that I’m an adult now, and that I’m capable of making adult decisions. It’s been a lost cause for the most part, though I’m relieved that he allowed me out of state to attend my dream college at the very least.
I’m Katherine Moore, though my friends call me Kitten. It’s a name I’ve tried to shake, but once your dad gives you a cutesy nickname, it’s nearly impossible to free yourself of. I’m taking the summer semester off of college, and was convinced by my dad to come home over the break. My father, Robert Moore, owns the most popular bakery in my home town and though I don’t plan to spend too much time there, it’s where I’m mostly likely to see my dad during the day.
Speaking of my father…
I hear the door to my room creak open, and my father peeks inside with a nervous grin.
“Kitten, honey. It’s getting late. I’m heading to work, you should come by if you have time today.” He says carefully, and I groan, shoving my head under the pillow. He rumbles a warm laugh, and instead of leaving the room like I’d hoped, he only steps further inside. I feel him sit at the side of my bed, and I peek out from under my pillow with a small pout. “You know, it’s no good for you to lay in bed all day. Get out, get some sunshine!” He smiles, clapping his hands together. I grumble unhappily, allowing the pillow to flop back over my face.
“I’ll get up in an hour. Is Jana still working at the bakery?” I murmur, really wishing he would give me a break, just for a day.
“Oh, Jana Cortez? Yes, of course. I would never fire such a hardworking young woman.” He replied, and I inhaled a deep breath before posing my next question.
“And Ronald Prescott?” I said, unable to keep the dislike out of my voice. My father hesitated, reaching over to pat my head.
“Yes, dear. I genuinely think he’s a good boy. We have a new girl on board, as well, that you’ve never met. She’s a bit strange, but works hard and keeps to herself.” He muttered uncertainly. I quirked a brow, remaining silent for a long moment.
“Well, give me a moment to get dressed, and I’ll come stop by before it gets too busy for the day.” I finally acquiesce. I can almost feel the radiant smile that I’m certain is focused upon me, and my father stands, shifting away from the bed and towards the door. I breathe a sigh as he leaves the room, throwing the pillow and blankets off of myself before rising out of bed. I stretch my arms out over my head, groaning unhappily. My spine cracks as I stretch, and I make quick work of getting dressed. I can hear my father busying himself in the other room, and I take a moment to apply a hint of makeup before grabbing my purse and keys. When I step out of my room, my fathe
r is eagerly awaiting. “I’ll drive myself. I don’t wanna be stuck there all day.” I mumble, none too enthusiastically. He hesitates for a brief moment, but smiles and nods, and we walk side by side out of my childhood home. We part to get in our respective cars, and I allow him to leave first before following him to the bakery. As I park, I’m confused to see the lights already on in the bakery. I step out of the car, offering my father an inquisitive look.
“Brianna has been offering to open in the mornings, so she and Jana run the shop solo until Ronald and I arrive.” He smiles, stepping through the door without another moment’s hesitation. I linger outside for a moment, spotting Ronald’s old pickup truck, Jana’s convertible, and a hot little sports car that I’ve never seen before. Already I’m intrigued by this new worker, but I dismiss it as concern for the wellbeing of my father and the bakery. Steeling my nerves, I step into the bakery. There are a couple of customers lingering, and I spot Jana at the cash register, ringing someone up. I offer her a little wave, ignoring Ronald’s toothy grin in my direction. All seems as usual in the bakery, and I wonder if this new girl called in or something, but I spot a dark haired figure meandering out of the back kitchen area. Her hair is cropped short and messy, and her eyes are perhaps the most brilliant shade of green I have ever seen. For some reason, I find my breath catching in my throat as I lay eyes upon her. She looks somewhat out of place in the bakery, in her dark t-shirt and ripped jeans, and a noticeable stud in her nose. She doesn’t seem to notice me, and I find myself moving towards her without really realizing. She’s a sharp contrast from most women in town, myself included. I keep my dirty blonde hair in a long ponytail, dressing in short skirts and heels. My eyes lower to her feet, and I’m unable to swallow a giggle as I notice she’s wearing jet black combat boots. She seems to notice me upon hearing my giggle, and she pauses, considering me with an unreadable expression. She almost seems to grimace, returning to work without even bothering to say hi. I can’t help feeling the slightest bit offended (okay, really offended) at her casual disregard for my presence, but there is something about her that pulls me into following her into the kitchen. She grunts as she heaves a heavy bag of flour towards the mixer, and I clear my throat in an attempt to catch her attention. She tenses, glancing over her shoulder towards me. I smile politely, offering her a little wave. She stares at me, holding me captive in those bright green orbs and--- why am I thinking this way? I’ve never noticed another woman in this way before, at least not to this extent. Perhaps it’s the vibe she exudes, or maybe I’m making rude assumptions, but I can’t take my eyes off of her dark coated lips.
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