by KT Grant
"There's nothing to forgive." Jenny kissed Barbara's cheek, chin and then her lips.
Barbara moaned and returned the kiss as if Jenny was the air and Barbara needed her to survive. She rose and straddled Jenny's lap, placed a palm against Jenny's neck. "I can feel your pulse racing. Why don't we wait on dinner for awhile? I've never seen your bedroom and would love a tour." She leaned down for another soul-shattering kiss.
When they finally came up for air, Jenny nodded. "I would love to give you a tour of my bedroom. Come on."
Barbara stood, and Jenny got to her feet. She turned off the oven, grabbed Barbara by the hand and led her down the hall
Barbara stepped into Jennifer's bedroom and couldn't help but smile at the cheerful décor. Fun. That's how she'd describe Jennifer's taste. Right down to the well-loved teddy bear propped up on a pillow on the bed. This is why she loved Jennifer . . .
she added a whole other dimension to Barbara's otherwise formal, somewhat stuffy life.
Jennifer turned and closed the door. Before she could turn back, Barbara wrapped her arms around her and they rocked back and forth.
"I want to make love to you," Barbara whispered in Jenny's ear.
Jennifer leaned against Barbara, cradling Barbara's hands against her stomach. "I would love nothing more." Jennifer turned her head for a kiss.
They sucked on each other's tongues. Barbara unbuttoned Jennifer's shirt and pulled it down, and then placed her hands under Jennifer's bra to cup her breasts.
Jennifer moaned and tilted back. Barbara rubbed her fingers over Jennifer's hard, rosy nipples.
They stood there, enthralled with each other's mouths, until Jennifer broke away.
Barbara made a grab for her, but Jennifer moved out of reach.
"Sit on the bed," Jennifer ordered.
Barbara covered a laugh, but did what her lover wanted. She sat on the edge of the bed and watched as Jennifer turned on her stereo and put on a CD. Soon the sounds of trickling water echoed in the room.
"This is more than fine. I don't need music or anything else to get me in the mood. All I need is you," Barbara said, but Jennifer pressed her fingers over her mouth to silence her. Barbara placed her hands over Jennifer's bra-covered breasts and rubbed her thumbs across her nipples.
Jennifer watched Barbara's hands and pulled her fingers through her hair. She knelt, and Barbara spread her legs, welcoming Jennifer between them. Jennifer placed her lips against the pulse at the base of Barbara's throat and pushed her back on the bed.
Barbara went willingly, even though she wanted to roll Jennifer underneath her and suckle those hard, cherry colored nipples she loved so much.
But from the hungry look in Jennifer's eyes, she needed to take control. There would be many more times in the future when Barbara would have the upper hand.
Barbara smiled. They would have a future together. Filled with one delightfully erotic encounter after another.
"You know you need to be punished for all the grief you caused me over the past few days. I was mad and frustrated." Jennifer's eyes sparkled and she gave Barbara a saucy grin.
"Punished? How?" Barbara whispered. A shudder traveled through her body.
"You'll see. Well, you'll feel it, that's for sure." Jennifer gave Barbara a hard kiss and bit down on her lip.
The bite stung. Before Barbara could retaliate in kind, Jennifer moved away and knelt back down between Barbara's outstretched legs. Barbara stared up at the ceiling and sighed as Jennifer pulled off her stockings and moved her hands up her legs and under her skirt.
Jennifer's mouth rubbed along the inside of Barbara's leg, up near her thigh. She then placed Barbara's left leg over her shoulder and pulled off her thong. Barbara lifted her hips and cool air met her pussy. She closed her eyes when Jennifer's nose rubbed against the outside of her cunt.
"You are so wet. I just want to lap you up." Jennifer muttered against her mound.
Her tongue snaked along Barbara's slit.
"Oh, god." Barbara jerked beneath the feather-light touch.
"Now you'll see how well I've improved. I'm going to use my mouth to make you come . . . if I decide to let you come, that is."
Jennifer lowered her head, French kissing Barbara's pussy, using her tongue in ways Barbara had never felt. She bit down on her hand and stifled a scream.
Jennifer's mouth and tongue consumed Barbara's nether lips and clit. Barbara wanted to come, but Jennifer backed off and gave little licks and nips, using her mouth and teeth to bring Barbara to the edge, over and over again. Barbara grabbed onto Jennifer's hair and pulled hard.
Jennifer lifted her head and inserted two of fingers into Barbara's cunt. She held Barbara's gaze while she finger-fucked her. Barbara started to quiver, but Jennifer backed off, leaving Barbara hanging on the edge once more.
Frustrated, longing for release, Barbara wrapped her legs around Jennifer's head.
Jennifer lapped at Barbara's pussy, lifting Barbara's ass to lick in a line, up and down, twirling her tongue around her clit with every stroke.
" Oh god!" Barbara let out a loud yell as an intense orgasm crashed over her and she came, gushing hot juices that Jennifer slurped up like a woman starved.
As Barbara came back down to earth, Jennifer undressed and climbed up next to her.
Before Jennifer could snuggle, Barbara turned and climbed on top of her. As Barbara straddled her, she took off her shirt and bra. Jennifer smiled and watched Barbara as she unzipped her skirt and pulled it up over her torso and off her head. She snarled and grinded her mound over Jennifer's damp one.
Jennifer opened her mouth and Barbara latched onto hers and sucked on her tongue.
They kissed until their lips were swollen and sore. Barbara released Jennifer's mouth and moved down, nibbling Jennifer's chin, neck and breasts. She sat up, move her hips, and their mounds rubbed with delicious friction across one another.
Jennifer tossed her head from side to side and moaned. Barbara reached between them and used three of her fingers to massage Jennifer's clit. Jennifer shuddered and came hard, her eyes rolling back in her head.
As Jennifer came down from her orgasm, Barbara grabbed her head, looked her in the eyes and said, "I love you." She placed her lips against Jennifer's and kissed her deeply.
Jennifer held Barbara to her. Their lips molded together and they inhaled each other's breath.
"I'm beyond in love . . . . I'm think I've been love struck," Jennifer said against Barbara's mouth.
Both women laughed as they rolled to the side to cuddle. Lost in a Jennifer's eyes, Barbara held her until their heartbeats returned to normal.
Chapter Fourteen
Jenny awoke to the sounds of a garbage truck outside her window and moaned, snuggling deeper under her covers and the arm that had been thrown around her neck.
She blinked and peeked at her alarm clock. A little after seven. She closed her eyes, wanting to doze a little more before her first morning class, when the arm lying on top of her moved down to her hip. Jenny gasped as a leg moved in between hers.
Barbara rubbed her nose against the back of Jenny's neck. Jenny moved in closer and sighed her delight. How long had she waited for this moment, when she could wake and feel Barbara's warm body spooning against her?
"What time is it?" Barbara asked in a horse whisper.
Jenny turned and wrapped her arms around Barbara, caressed her back in long, gentle strokes.
"Hmm." Barbara smiled and leaned in for a kiss.
Jenny lost herself in the kiss. Barbara tasted like toothpaste. After a second bout of love making last night, they'd eaten pizza and drank wine in bed. They had fooled around again, and sometime after midnight they'd finally grown drowsy. They cleaned each other in the bathroom and fell into Jenny's bed naked, snuggling as they fell asleep, arms and legs wrapped around one another.
Jenny laughed against Barbara's mouth.
Barbara moved away. She opened her eyes. "What's so funny, dear?" she asked,
playing with Jenny's hair.
"I'm thinking back to how we shared my toothbrush last night."
Barbara grinned. "Next time, I'll have to make sure I bring my own. I'm not sure I want to catch whatever you have."
Jenny frowned. "What I have?"
"Yes. What was it? Lovestruck?"
Jenny rolled her eyes and placed an arm over her face. "You've never said anything that didn't make sense while caught up in the moment?"
Barbara poked Jenny in the side.
Jenny let out a loud giggle. "Stop it! I'm ticklish!"
Barbara straddled Jenny and tickled her in earnest. Jenny let out a peal of laughter.
"Rise and shine— Oh my god! " Mike yelled and covered his eyes.
Both women squealed. Jenny reached for the sheet and pulled it up over herself and Barbara. She tried to push Barbara under the covers to hide but it was too late.
"Michael Allen, next time, knock first." Jenny shouted, realizing her face had to be three shades of red.
Barbara laughed and peeked out from under the sheet, pulling it around her body until just her head poked out.
"Hello, Mike," she said and placed her hands behind her head.
Jenny looked down at her lover, wide-eyed.
Mike still had his hands over his eyes as he stood there in his boxers. "Great to see you again, Ms. Jennings. I mean . . . ah, fuck it. Jenny you need to get ready for class." Mike backed out of the room with his eyes still covered and closed the door behind him.
Jenny rubbed her hands over her face. As the sheet dipped down around her waist, Barbara leaned over to touch her nipple, but Jenny slapped her hand away.
"I'm never going to live this down. How embarrassing." Jenny moaned and lay back down, pulling her pillow over her face.
Barbara turned on her side. She pulled the pillow off Jenny's face. "It was bound to happen. Don't sweat it."
Jenny rolled her eyes dramatically and snickered.
Barbara placed her hand on Jenny's neck and kissed her. "Do you have to go to class today? We could play hooky," she said against Jenny's lips.
Jenny nodded. "This week is when most students skip because next week we have finals."
"What happens after finals?" Barbara asked as she pushed her leg in between Jenny's and moved her knee to rub her crotch.
Jenny moaned against Barbara's mouth and nibbled at her lips. "After my spring semester ends, I'll take the summer off and work. I have one year left and then I'm home free."
Barbara lifted her head. "In two weeks, I'll be turning thirty-six and for my birthday gift I'm planning on a trip to Egypt. How would you like to go with me?"
Jenny bit her lip. "Are you serious?"
"Yes, I am very serious." Barbara flicked Jenny's lip and placed her chin on Jenny's shoulder. "I'd love nothing more than to celebrate my birthday with the woman I love in one of my most favorite places in the world. And since I'm the boss, I can approve the time off. Come on, Jennifer, what do you say?"
Jenny's gaze roamed over Barbara's face and her eyes filled with tears.
Barbara frowned. "Oh baby, there's no need to cry."
"I'm crying because I'm so happy. Why me? Why us?" Jenny asked.
Barbara rubbed her nose against Jenny's cheek. "Sometimes there is no reason. I just know I'm so grateful to have found you. I just hope you won't get sick of me too soon."
Jenny cupped Barbara's head in her hands. "That will not happen. Barbara, I love you so much. I can't explain it, but I just do. I hope . . . ."
"I hope also, kiddo." Barbara kissed her and they held each other close.
"Should anyone ask, what is my reason for playing hooky today?" Jenny murmured against Barbara's throat.
Barbara moved her head down Jenny's body and when she reached her stomach, she pressed a light kiss there. "You've been struck by love of course."
Jenny moaned in passion. "Of course." she whispered, losing all breath as Barbara moved down even farther and her tongue and mouth nibbled in between her legs.
Soft moans resonated from Jenny's bedroom as Mike moved his ear away from the bedroom door. He didn't have any shame over eavesdropping; as far as Mike was concerned, it was his duty to make sure things were going well for Jenny. He walked away, whistling under his breath. He couldn't help but smile as he entered the kitchen where he would start on his latest story. This would be a romance about the two least likely people finding love with one another. But instead of the lead characters being women, they'd be men, to fit his audience.
For the next few hours the sounds of keyboard typing and female laughter filled the small apartment, providing perfect mood music for Mike's muse.
Epilogue
The line at Starbucks always stood ten people deep on early Monday mornings.
Jenny stood in line, yawning from lack of sleep. She wore a warm knit cap on her head instead of her usual baseball cap. The brisk winter weather had caused havoc all over the East Coast. It was only the middle of February and already Jenny longed to put away her bulky pea coat and break out her favorite black hoodie sweatshirt.
The door kept opening and closing, letting the chilled breeze in. Jenny shivered and anxiously shuffled her feet. She had less than half an hour to get to her first class.
She would be late at the rate the line was moving.
She was stamping her feet and rubbing her hands together when someone bumped into her from behind. With her cap low over her head, she turned to snarl at whoever was responsible, but instead let out a huge yawn.
"Hey, watch it—" Jenny mumbled and stopped when she saw who it was. She smiled around her scarf.
Barbara wore a long, black coat with a fur hood around her head and held two Venti cups.
"How'd you get here so fast? I left before you did." Jenny rubbed her stuffy nose.
God, how she hated winter colds. She accepted the cup Barbara offered and took a big gulp.
Barbara watched her and grimaced. "I still can't believe how fast you can drink that and not burn your throat." She took Jenny by her arm and walked over to fix her coffee.
"Lots of practice." Jenny smiled against the rim and guzzled some more.
Barbara rolled her eyes and after her own coffee had been fixed to her liking, she took a quick sip and pulled off Jenny's cap.
"Hey—" Before Jenny could grab her hat back, Barbara gave her a very wet and heated kiss.
Jenny just stood there holding her latte. Whether it was the caffeine hitting her system or Barbara's kiss, she now felt wide awake.
Jenny didn't hear someone clearing their voice behind her. When something wet splashed on her leg, she released Barbara's mouth. She looked down and saw Barbara had tipped her cup and some of her coffee had splashed on her briefcase she had placed on the floor.
"Oops," Barbara said with a twinkle in her eye and handed Jenny a napkin.
Barbara turned to the much older woman wearing an expensive fur coat. "My apologies."
Jenny covered her mouth, embarrassed by the public display of affection Barbara had given her. She waited for the woman to give them a disgusted look or tell them off.
The woman grabbed a handful of sugars and placed them in her bag. She gave Jenny and Barbara a small grin. "What I wouldn't give to be woken up that way each morning. Can't go wrong with a great cup of coffee and kissing someone you love.
Congratulations by the way." She raised her cup and walked away.
Barbara and Jenny laughed. "Only in Manhattan," they said in unison.
As Barbara held the door open for Jenny to walk back outside, the brisk winter morning didn't seem as cold as before. Jenny glanced down and smiled at the diamond engagement ring Barbara had given her this past weekend. As she took another sip of her latte, Barbara kissed her on the side of her neck.
"Love you," Barbara whispered and rubbed her nose into Jenny's hair. She placed the cap back on Jenny's head.
"Love you back," Jenny responded, fixing her cap. Placing an arm around Barbara's neck,
she kissed her the same way Barbara did a moment ago in Starbucks.
Neither Barbara nor Jenny noticed any of the commuters who walked past them or overheard the buzz of conversation discussing the bill recently passed by New York State making gay marriage legal come the spring.
The End
About the Author
KT Grant is a self-proclaimed eccentric redhead who not only loves to read a wide variety of romances, but also loves writing it. Under her alter-ego, she is a well known book reviewer and blogger who doesn't shy away from voicing her opinion. A proud native of New Jersey, KT also works in Manhattan as a freelancer in the television and video industry. KT has been quoted in such publications as the Romance Writers Associations’ Romance Writers Report. She has also been mentioned in the Guardian.UK, Publisher's Weekly's Beyond the Book and at Bookseller.com. You can visit her at http://ktgrant.com/ and at her personal blog at http://kbgbabbles.blogspot.com/