Lovestruck

by KT Grant

  famous au gratin potatoes.

  "Tell me about your family, Jennifer. Any brothers or sisters?" Barbara asked a she dug into her steak.

  Jennifer took a few sips of her wine. "No siblings. Just me. My parents live in Asbury Park. Dad works for the town as a building inspector, and Mom teaches kindergarten."

  "I'm surprised you're still in school. Why has it taken you so long?" Barbara shot off the question without a second thought.

  "I didn't go to college right away because I didn't know what I wanted to do.

  Yeah, I know it's taking me longer to graduate, but I can promise you I'll have my degree in Economic and Business Management by next spring." Jennifer jabbed her potatoes with her fork, not meeting Barbara's eye.

  Sensing Jennifer's discomfort, Barbara placed her hand on her arm and squeezed.

  "There is no need to be ashamed because you didn't further your education right away.

  Now stop playing with your food and let's enjoy our meal."

  Jennifer nodded and began eating again. Barbara moved to brush back a stray lock of Jennifer's hair but stopped at the last minute and went back to her meal. She had overstepped too many lines as it was and needed to keep her hands to herself before she did something in public that would embarrass them both.

  By the time they finished their main courses, Barbara knew almost everything about Jennifer Caffey. Every time Jennifer tried to ask Barbara a question about herself, she would give a quick answer and turn the conversation back around. Barbara wanted to know as much as she could about the young woman who'd captured her interest.

  "I hope you don't mind me asking, but what do your parents think about you being interested in women over men?"

  Jennifer chewed her steak and swallowed. "I came out to my parents after my twenty-second birthday. I always knew I preferred women over men. I had an on again off again relationship with my floor monitor my freshman year of college. We hit it off pretty well. I knew after that I couldn't lie to myself or anyone I cared about." She finished drinking her third glass of wine.

  Barbara wanted to ask for another bottle, but on second thought she decided they best not overindulge. After this last glass she would cut Jennifer off. Feeling good, yes. Falling down drunk, no.

  "You've never been with a man then?"

  Jennifer giggled. "Once last year. Wait. No, maybe two or three years ago. I hooked up with one of Mike's straight friends just to see what it would be like."

  Barbara finished eating and placed her fork on the table. She took a sip of her own wine. "Did you enjoy your experience?"

  "Boring. We were a bit tipsy and after twenty minutes he rolled over and fell asleep." Jennifer snorted into her wine as she downed the last swallow.

  Barbara snorted also. "It's been a few years since you've been with a woman?"

  Jennifer nodded. "Yup. It's been way too long." She covered her mouth. "I can't believe I just said that. Sorry. TMI. Shouldn't we be talking about my job performance?"

  Jennifer picked up the empty bottle and tried to pour herself another glass.

  Barbara grabbed the bottle out of Jennifer's hand. "It's empty and I think you've had enough. Don't you have to get up early tomorrow?"

  Jennifer pushed her plate away. "Yup. Right at the ass crack of dawn. I have to be in at seven. Yippy."

  "I know the feeling. I have to be up very early also." Wouldn't it be great to get up together and enjoy some pre-work nookie? Barbara lost herself in the fantasy.

  "Barbara?"

  "I'm sorry, Jennifer, what did you say?"

  "I said, I know this is supposed to be about me, but what about you? Are you like me?"

  "Like you?"

  "Yeah. Single?"

  Barbara snickered and finished her wine. She'd expected Jennifer to ask her about her sexual preference. "Unfortunately I am. It's hard to have a relationship when you work over twelve hours a day and almost every weekend. I'm also very picky."

  "Picky how?" Jennifer traced the rim of her wine glass with her finger.

  Barbara reached out, grabbed Jennifer's hand and pulled it down onto the seat next to her leg. "I'm picky just like you are. I'm a lesbian also."

  Jennifer bit her lip and looked thoughtful. "Oh? I wasn't sure. I couldn't find anything about your personal life or dating preferences in the on-line articles I read."

  Barbara smiled, both surprised and pleased. "You've read up on me?"

  "Uh huh." Jennifer nodded and looked down at Barbara's hand.

  Barbara rubbed her thumb against the inside of Jennifer's wrist. "Your pulse is beating a mile a minute. Are you nervous about something?'

  Jennifer shook her head but as Barbara moved to stroke up and down her arm, Jennifer looked around, her gaze darting from Barbara's hand to the people sitting at the nearest tables.

  "It's okay," Barbara assured her. "The booth walls are high enough to provide privacy."

  "I, ah, can't think when you do that. Maybe I did have too much wine." Jennifer whispered.

  Barbara dropped her hand into Jennifer's lap and started moving her fingers toward the girl's crotch when their waiter reappeared. He acted oblivious to what he interrupted.

  "Will there be anything else, ladies?"

  Barbara pulled her hand from Jennifer's lap. Jennifer leaned her head back against the booth. She looked very relaxed, and Barbara wouldn't be surprised if she fell asleep. At least one of them would get some rest tonight. Barbara's lust was ready to consume her and she couldn't sit still any longer.

  "We'll take the check. Thank you." She gritted her teeth and smiled. She needed release and didn't think it would be proper to take Jennifer back into the bathroom for some grinding and kissing.

  James placed the check on the table. "Thank you for your patronage, Ms.

  Jennings. Please come again." He winked and smiled.

  Barbara laughed as he walked away. Maybe he hadn't been as oblivious as she'd thought.

  Chapter Five

  Barbara sped down the road as she drove Jennifer home. Jennifer remained quiet as they made their way back to her apartment in Brooklyn. In less than ten minutes the night between them would be over and back they would return to their polite and professional relationship. Barbara gripped the steering wheel in frustration. She blamed her foul mood on her being horny and the fact she and Jennifer shouldn't have anything together. They came from two different worlds. Tonight proved it by the way Jennifer reacted to the restaurant.

  Jennifer looked out the window and hadn't said more than two words to her when they got into the car. Something changed between them and Barbara had no clue what ran through the girl's mind. Whatever it was, she didn't like it.

  "Are you okay, kiddo? Do you feel sick?" Barbara asked. She reached over and pulled Jennifer's hair away from her face.

  Jennifer turned her head to look at Barbara. "Just a little tired, Ms. Jennings."

  Barbara let out a small huff. Back to 'Ms. Jennings', were we?

  "You can turn here. My building is on the corner." Jennifer turned her gaze to the road.

  Barbara parked the car in front of Jennifer's apartment and turned off the ignition. The streetlight overhead was apparently burnt out or broken. The street was dark and deserted.

  "Pretty quiet here?" Barbara asked as she tapped her nails on the steering wheel.

  "Yeah. Everyone in this neighborhood is in by dark. No one roams the streets that much. I guess they're all tired from working. But it's a pretty safe neighborhood."

  She looked up at the building. "Mike doesn't seem to be home yet. There aren't any lights on. I guess he is at The Watering Hole. He has a crush on the bartender—"

  Barbara cut off her words with a kiss, pressing her lips gently but insistently against Jennifer's mouth. Jennifer sat there in stunned silence. When she didn't respond, Barbara raised her head. She held Jennifer's face in a tight grip and moaned. She wanted to feel Jennifer's tongue against her own.

  "Jennifer." She gave her another ti
ny peck. "Please, let me in. Let me make you feel good."

  "Yes please," Jennifer whispered, ever so politely. She touched her tongue against Barbara's.

  Barbara let out another moan and deepened the kiss. Jennifer inhaled and sighed.

  She turned her head to the side and Barbara kissed her harder. Both moaned in unison and Jennifer reached out and wrapped her arms around Barbara's waist.

  Barbara released her seat belt then unhooked Jennifer's. She should have given a quick look out the windows, but didn't want to break the mood or draw Jennifer's attention to where they were. She was on a mission to make Jennifer come, and she hoped she might find a little relief too.

  Jennifer allowed Barbara to take control. She moaned as Barbara rubbed her cheeks with her thumbs, and her fingers caressed each side of her mouth.

  "Oh Jennifer. You undo me." Barbara whispered against her mouth and then dipped her head to suck on her neck.

  Jennifer's hand fell away from Barbara's waist. Barbara glanced down to see Jennifer rubbing her crotch. She chuckled against Jennifer's throat and gave her a nip.

  Jennifer flinched.

  "That's my job." Barbara whispered and placed her hand on top of Jennifer's.

  "I ache. I need . . . I need . . . ."

  "I know what you need, kiddo." Barbara looked her straight in the eye and gave her another deep kiss. Jennifer's head fell back against the passenger side window. She squirmed in her seat.

  Barbara moved in closer and pressed her pussy against Jennifer's leg. She pulled Jennifer's hand from between her legs and replaced it with her own, reaching beneath Jennifer's skirt and staring into her eyes. She found bare flesh and Jennifer shuddered.

  She looked frightened and Barbara kissed her fear away, keeping her hand on Jennifer's knee until she relaxed again. When she did, Barbara moved her hand up higher.

  Barbara could feel the heat blazing from between Jennifer's legs. Jennifer moaned as Barbara placed her palm against Jennifer's damp, cotton-covered pussy. She shifted her palm back and forth. Jennifer's eyes closed and she panted against Barbara's lips.

  Barbara kissed her again and unbuttoned Jennifer's shirt. When she reached the last button, she pulled the edges away to reveal a white lacy bra, easy to unclasp in the front.

  God must have been smiling down upon her that night, because with one flick of her hand, she undid the bra and Jennifer's breasts fell out. Barbara couldn't see the color of Jennifer's nipples in the dim light. Sometime in the future she would discover if they were pink or tan, but for now she would settle for touching them, for exploring their texture.

  Jennifer's eyes flickered open and shut. Barbara ducked her head, kissing Jennifer's exposed breast. She drew one hard nipple into her mouth. Jennifer let out a strangled sound and laid her hand on top of Barbara's head as if to keep her there. Her mouth and tongue lapped over Jennifer's breast and her hand slid into Jennifer's panties, pushing a finger through her trimmed pussy hair to circle her inner lips.

  Jennifer's head rolled to the side as Barbara stroked her clitoris.

  Barbara grinded her crotch against Jennifer's leg. Jennifer reached down and grabbed Barbara's hand, guiding her movements.

  "Right there." Jennifer moaned.

  Barbara licked the side of Jennifer's throat and pressed her hand down again.

  "Did I find your sweet spot?"

  Jennifer gasped. " Yes! "

  "Good, baby . . . I want you come all over my hand." Barbara suckled Jennifer's other breast.

  "Oh, help," Jennifer whispered.

  She convulsed and Barbara latched onto Jennifer's neck as Jennifer's inner pussy muscles milk her fingers. The sensation sent Barbara over the edge. She gave one last grind against Jennifer's knee and began to gush. She bit down a bit too hard on Jennifer's neck. She whimpered and Barbara sat back, breathing hard.

  When both their tremors subsided, Jennifer looked over at Barbara. Barbara leaned her head against Jennifer's shoulder and took deep breaths, completely sated for the first time in way too long.

  Barbara glanced up at Jennifer with a drowsy smile. "Oh baby, that was so good."

  She gave her a kiss and moved her hand against her pussy. Jennifer didn't kiss her back, but Barbara dismissed the oddity, lost in her own little bubble of happiness. "Let's go up to your place where I can show you what else I can do with my mouth. I want to eat you out and feel your juices all over my face."

  Jennifer blinked once. "No." She removed Barbara's hand and frowned. "Please, I need to leave now." Her voice shook, and she quickly pulled herself together, unlocked the door and started to get out.

  "Wait, Jennifer." Barbara grabbed onto her arm, trying to remain composed.

  "Calm down. Let's talk about this."

  Jennifer glanced back at her over her shoulder. In the dim shadows of the car light, she looked mussed, with a sheen of sweat on her face and smudged mascara. She also looked very vulnerable. Barbara's heart ached at the sight.

  "Please, Ms. Jen—I mean, Barbara. I have to go."

  Barbara studied her for a moment, wondering what thoughts were running through her mind. Was she frightened? Embarrassed? Still horny? "Come on; let's go up to your place—"

  Jennifer pulled her arm away. "I can't do that without wanting . . . please let me go."

  Barbara released her. She wanted to lean over and kiss her into staying, but knew if she did, if she forced the issue, she could lose her forever. "Fine, go now. I know you must be stunned by what just happened. God knows I am. But, I will promise you this.

  It's not over between us. We need to talk about what happened."

  Jennifer nodded and licked her lips.

  The tiny motion drew Barbara's attention and she had to exert all her willpower not to lean forward and kiss her again. She didn't like being denied something and wanted to scream. Instead, she ran her hand down Jennifer's hair. Jennifer shrank away, and Barbara let out a soft sigh and sat back. "Good night, Jennifer."

  "Good night." Jennifer stepped out of the car and walked on unsteady feet to her front door. Barbara watched as she opened the door and closed it behind her. A minute later the lights came on in the upstairs apartment.

  Barbara sat there in all her disheveled glory. She banged the back of her head against the headrest and groaned. One of the best sexual experiences she ever had happened in a parked car on an open street. She smiled because she wouldn't change anything.

  "Go hide away, Jennifer Caffey. I'll give you a few days, but then I'm coming back for you and won't take no for answer." Barbara spoke in the empty car. She put her fingers into her mouth and sucked on them, savoring Jennifer's sweet cream. She had been right; Jennifer tasted just as good as she'd imagined and now her addiction for the young woman had grown into an obsession.

  The rain came down in rapid sheets, pounding against the windowpane. Jenny groaned and pulled the blankets up over her head. She hadn't slept for shit the night before, had tossed and turned for hours. If only she'd allowed Barbara to come up and finish what they'd started, then she would be relaxed and excited to start the day.

  Instead, it was almost six in the morning and she felt as gloomy as the day outside.

  Jenny pushed the blankets down and stared up at the ceiling. Tears of frustration prickled her eyes. What an idiot. Not only had she done the wrong thing by fooling around with her boss in a car, but she couldn't stop thinking about their encounter.

  Couldn't deny she wanted more. Barbara's kisses and touches were unlike anything she had ever felt, but Jenny couldn't use that as an excuse for her behavior. She'd just sat there and allowed Barbara to touch her, kiss her, make her come.

  Back in college, she and her hall monitor, Sarah, kissed and touched, but never with such passion, such complete abandon. When she had gained the courage to ask if she could taste Sarah's pussy, the girl had pushed her away, disgusted, and soon after things ended between them.

  Now Jenny had a skilled woman who seemed more than willing to explore all a
spects of sex and love—aspects Jenny had never experienced.

  "Love? You are so wrong, Caffey," Jenny mumbled under her breath. Lust and physical attraction? Yes. A small crush? Quite possible. But love? No way would she put herself in such a vulnerable position. No doubt, Barbara viewed her as child. She even called her 'kiddo'. Jenny liked the nickname, but they could never have anything long-lasting between them. They were from two totally different worlds. Jenny still needed to find her way through life, was still insecure about so many things. Barbara was mature, and just like her nickname stated, a barracuda both in business and in life.

  The way Barbara seduced her in the car proved as much.

  Jenny sat up and turned off her alarm before it had a chance to buzz. Her brain felt fuzzy and too big for her skull. Thank god she'd showered the night before. She'd had to wash away the sweat and heady smell of sex on her skin.

  She glanced at the window and sighed. What a shitty day. For a moment, she considered calling out sick, but in all the years she worked for the hotel she'd never missed a day. She wouldn't start now.

  Instead, she would suck it up and pray Barbara didn't come to the hotel today. If she did, Jenny decided she'd just help housekeeping again. Out of sight, out of mind would be the best thing, under the circumstances.

  Jenny wanted to scream as the day moved too slowly for her sanity. Restless and bored, she went about her tasks, willing the time to move faster. The rain continued to come down in a torrent and seemed to affect everyone's mood.

  The moment Jenny clocked in she'd gone to Jeffery and asked him if he had any projects for her to work on. For some reason, he alone acted cheerful, and he seemed extraordinarily appreciative for her volunteering. The project he gave her involved cleaning out his three file cabinets . . . paperwork he hadn't put to order in years. She welcomed the busy work, hoping to keep her mind off a certain woman and what that woman had done to her last night.