Jackie shook her head then grabbed her helmet as she ran out the door. With no time to waste she shoved her helmet on her head and bolted from the front door not looking at anything but her motorcycle parked at the curb. She was trying to think of the fastest way to Central Park avoiding the traffic and with her thoughts elsewhere and her eyes laser focused on her Harley, she didn’t see the woman walking toward her until she barreled into her.
“Oomph.” Jackie felt the impact, and it immediately sent her to the pavement. She caught herself on her hands, but not before her knee cracked the cement. Still with her helmet secured tightly to her head, she sprang to her feet, wiping the dirt and remnants of blood onto her jeans quickly to access the person she bowled over.
The next thing Jill saw was the blue of the sky and the beaming of the sun’s rays blinding her to everything else.
“Oh shit, I’m so sorry,” Jackie stood over the dark-haired woman lying flat on her back.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, um….ouch.” Jill was disoriented for a moment. She had such tunnel vision for the door that she hadn’t noticed the woman with a motorcycle helmet on barreling straight for her and subsequently knocking her flat on her back.
Jackie immediately felt guilty as she watched the woman’s face contort in pain when she reached for her elbow. Jackie tried to remove her helmet but the chin strap was not coming undone quick enough, so she threw up her visor and held out her hand trying to assist the woman to her feet.
“I’m okay. Please just don’t worry about it.” Jill cradled her elbow as she sat up, ignoring the outstretched hand and tried to stand up. There were too many people now looking in her direction and she began to feel self-conscience and embarrassed.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes!” Jill was doing her best not to be indignant, she just wanted to get up and hide from the onlookers.
“Here, at least let me help you up,” Jackie said as embarrassment and guilt heated her cheeks. It didn’t help that so many people stood by to watch the exchange; she even thought she saw someone recording it with their phone. Douche bag!
“No…no. Don’t worry about me.” Despite her continued protests, Jackie pulled her to her feet and began to brush the dirt and gravel off Jill’s back, that was until she spun on her heel to face Jackie with a look of sheer agitation as she ripped the bent sunglasses from her face. Her eyes were narrow and cold making Jackie take a step back.
“Thank you, but I’m fine. Maybe you should watch where you’re going and if you can’t see with that monstrosity on your head, maybe you should wait until you’re on your motorcycle before putting it on. This way the pedestrians will be safer from the potential of you plowing them down.”
Jackie stood there dumbfounded, like a child being chastised. While the woman went on her rant belittling Jackie. She wanted to yell, “It was a fucking accident.” But she thought better of it since she was standing right in front of her sister’s shop and the woman she knocked down and hurt was probably a customer, not to mention the hordes of people that stood there getting a show. That is what irritated her the most and she wanted to scream out for them to all mind their fucking business, but knew she couldn’t because of her sister’s shop. So she stood there like a dolt, taking her licks. All she could say was ‘I’m sorry.'
Then Jill spun on her heel wincing in pain as she cupped her throbbing elbow. She could hear a faint, “I’m sorry.” But the sentiment did not slow her pace as she stalked off to the door of the shop leaving Jackie standing there looking stupid and feeling like an idiot.
Jackie closed the visor to her helmet and turned to walk toward her bike straining her eyes to prevent the tears from surfacing. “I don’t need this shit,” she said completely deflated as she mounted her bike and pushed the start button. Pulling it off its kickstand, she looked in the mirror and cracked the pipes. She was pissed off, more at herself than anything. It was the second time in just a few months she was lectured by a stranger and being yelled at was something she wasn’t fond of when it was her sister who was doing the yelling, let alone someone she didn’t know. She had the notion it was the same woman that chastised her in the park, but what would be the odds of that in New York? She was sure too astronomical.
“What the hell is wrong with me?” Jill said aloud as she turned around to watch the lanky woman in the black full-face motorcycle helmet limp away. She knew it was an accident, besides she wasn’t really paying attention either and instead of just laughing it off she berated the stranger like she was a child making her feel like a jerk. Jill watched as the girl somberly strode away glancing down at her injured hands then rubbed them on her jeans. Jill stepped out of the doorway to get a better look…she had a thought to catch her and apologize, but the girl never looked back. So instead, she just watched her walk away a little too intently, admiring the way her ass looked in her jeans. Then the woman mounted her bike and sped away in a loud roar. “Why the hell I am so uptight? Maybe I need some sex.” A wide smile splayed across her face like a Cheshire cat when she thought about the self-gratification session she had recently, but masturbation was only fulfilling the physical need of release, not the emotional need. She needed much more than an orgasm; Jill wanted to be held and kissed…to be wrapped in naked flesh. To writhe against another naked form, with her hands full of hair and her teeth bearing into flesh. She needed sex…but wanted desire and passion with it; not just a fuck.
As she turned to walk into the shop, it dawned on her that her little mental quest for comfort and companionship was not automatically filled with an image of a man. Shaking her head, she quickly pushed the thought away. Sure she could possibly let a woman pleasure her, but then what? Reciprocate? Again the idea of her face down between some woman’s legs made her palms sweat and her heart rate quicken. So many questions filled her head, but the biggest one was what did it taste like and did it smell? Not that she had ever found herself smelling bad, but she prided herself on good hygiene. Plus she had tasted herself on Bill’s face when he kissed her after trying to pleasure her orally…but there was a difference between a slightly musky scent and a small taste of something salty and sweet. A strange combination she always thought and had wondered if it was common place.
Chapter 9
“Why are you so quiet?” Casey asked as she glanced over at the silent woman walking alongside her. Jackie seemed to be in a different world, she was completely disengaged and distant. “Jackie…”
“Hmmm?” Jackie stuffed her hands in the front pockets of her Levis. She felt like a stupid kid and was kicking herself for not just turning around and going back into her house. She really didn’t want to face anyone. When she felt stupid like she was feeling now, she would prefer to hide her head. It wasn’t something she was proud of, not being able just to shake it off…but those kinds of situations really tore at her self-worth. It was a feeling she hated, but wasn’t able to control.
“Are you okay?” Casey could almost detect tears in Jackie’s eyes.
“Of course,” Jackie swallowed what felt like a softball sized lump. She crouched down to scratch Molly’s ears and was rewarded with a kiss on the chin. “Thanks girl, I needed that,” she said with a small smile as she rubbed the dog's head before standing.
“You don’t seem okay. Are you sure something isn’t wrong? Did you have a fight with Joni or something?”
Jackie let out a cocky snort, “No, why would you think that?”
“Well, you look upset.”
“I told you I’m fine…could you drop it please?” Her tone was harsher than she wanted it to be and regretted it as soon as it came out of her mouth when she watched Casey’s face fall. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I’m fine, really.” Then she took Casey’s hand and kissed it.
“Casey could feel a roughness on Jackie’s hand, and before she had a chance to protest, Casey turned her hand over to examine it. “What happened to your hand?” she asked as she reached for the o
ther one that was quickly pulled away and stuffed into her pocket.
“I fell, okay…I tripped over my own feet and fell on my face. Now can you please drop it?”
Jackie didn’t want to take her sour mood out on her girlfriend, it wasn’t fair to Casey. She liked her and shouldn’t treat her like some pain in the ass; which is how she was feeling at the moment…a big pain in everybody’s ass. Maybe she should share her feelings with her girlfriend, but wasn’t ready to embark on that level of intimacy. This relationship was casual and she wanted to keep it that way. Keep the emotions and feelings out of it…there was no way she was going down the ‘love’ path again. Especially with Casey, she was fun and a nice girl, but there was no ‘love’ there…no heart, just sex. After what Suzanne did to her, she wasn’t sure she could ever give her heart away again.
“Fine, I won’t ask again and I won’t ask about the limp you’re trying to disguise.” Casey’s face lightened and a smile crept across it as she bumped Jackie in the shoulder while they continued to walk down the path with Molly on lead. “Come on, I know you want to smile.”
Jackie’s face softened as she turned her head slightly to regard the shorter woman to her left. “No, I really don’t.” She couldn’t help but allow a small smile to escape when she looked into her girlfriend’s bright eyes.
“See, I knew you wanted to smile.”
“I feel like an idiot,” Jackie said as she pinched her eyes shut and shook her head.
“For what? Falling?”
“No…for knocking over some woman. I wasn’t paying attention, couldn’t see too clearly because I had my helmet on and I really flattened her, she was hurt.”
“I’m sure she knew it was an accident.”
“Well she read me the riot act, pretty much called me an asshole. But it was my fault…so I don’t blame her. I just really feel like a complete boob.”
“Jackie…come on. Try and forget about it…I’m sure whomever you knocked into wasn’t paying attention either or she would have seen you coming. Don’t take all the blame.”
Jackie shrugged her shoulders as she twisted her mouth into a pout.
Casey rolled her eyes, “You are such a baby.”
“I am not…I just feel stupid.”
“Well I don’t think you’re stupid and neither does Molly. Isn’t that right girl?” Molly wasn’t paying them one bit of attention. “She’s had a good walk, why don’t we go back Jill’s condo. She’ll be out for at least another hour, and I know something which would be a perfect remedy for that ‘I feel stupid’ disease.”
Jackie wasn’t sure how she got talked into going back to Casey’s client’s house, let alone out of her jeans and panties. Casey presented the event as hot, dangerous, and a little dirty…how could Jackie object. It wasn’t like she was some prude and the thought of hot sex was too much to pass up. So she allowed Casey to seduce her, which really only amounted to rough kissing, a hand shoved into her jeans until she was finally pushed to the sofa while succumbing to being stripped from the waist down.
Fortunately, Molly headed straight for her bed after drinking nearly half the contents of her water bowl. Jackie certainly wasn’t keen on having a gigantic dog watch Casey violate her…but there she was bare-assed on some rich lady’s expensive sofa with one leg draped over the back cushion and the other perched on Casey’s shoulder.
“Oh God…” Jackie moaned out into a whisper as she opened her eyes to see the top of Casey’s head pressed hard between her legs. A smile spread across her face, this was definitely hot…but what if they were caught? I’m sure her client Jill would not be too keen on lesbians having oral sex on her sofa, which was the softest material she had ever felt on her bare ass and knowing she was about to come all over it put her just about on the edge of exploding.
“Oh Baby…” Jackie’s hands sought the short locks of Casey’s head. As she tangled her fingers in the brown locks, she pulled Casey’s face deeper into her meeting every stroke of the tongue with a thrust of her hips.
Casey smiled slightly as her lover pressed the object of her attention harder into her face. Barely able to breathe now, she set her sights fully on Jackie’s clit. They might have been new to each other, having only been together a dozen times…but she knew exactly what Jackie liked; this woman was not afraid to speak up in bed.
Casey adjusted herself to free her right arm and with that plunged two fingers deep into Jackie… “Oh fuck!” Jackie’s voice was rough and gravelly. Casey knew she better finish the job before Jill walked in on them and fired her…although Jill did say that lesbian’s turned her on, especially lesbian sex. Maybe she wouldn’t be upset, maybe she would strip down and want to join in. Casey’s body began to throb wildly at the thought of Jill naked and in the throes of passion with the two of them. And as hot as that was to think about, it was not cool to be caught fucking in a client’s house. She knew of a few people Tony fired for committing such an act. But still, the thought was just too hot to ignore.
Jackie’s voice erupted into a loud bellow as Casey drove her fingers in deep and fast but never losing her tongue-to-clit contact. She rode out each orgasmic wave until every ounce was drained from her and her body sagged into the cushions on the sofa.
“Okay, no time to bask in the afterglow. You need to make quick work of this,” Casey said while she quickly pulled down her biker shorts and exposed her glistening folds for Jackie.
With a wicked smile, Jackie quickly kneeled behind her girlfriend and pushed three fingers into Casey’s center. They had yet to break into the toys and Jackie’s mouth watered at the thought of gearing up with a large phallus to fuck Casey into the next day. But until she could broach the subject, which she was sure Casey would be all for since she was a dirty little minx, this act would have to do. But it didn’t stop Jackie from her thoughts turning filthy while she pulled on the back of Casey’s head as she fucked her hard.
After Casey’s bellowing orgasm, she was sorry they were not at her place because she was ready to go again. And having to leave with a large knot between her legs was not something she wanted to do. She thought about relieving it at home, but by the time she got there, the mood would have long since been gone.
As she pulled on her clothes and boots, she looked over at the bright hazel eyes and the big toothy grin from her girlfriend. “Hey, why don’t you come for dinner tonight?”
“Wait…what?” Casey asked unsure she heard Jackie right.
“Dinner with Joni and me. I want her to get to know you.” Holy shit, where did that come from? Jackie thought. She wasn’t ready to take this relationship to the next level…dinners with the family, sleepovers. Please don’t say yes…please don’t say yes.
“Um…” Even though Casey was thrilled for the invitation, she could see the remorseful look capture Jackie’s features and knew she regretted it as soon as she said it. “Thanks but tonight isn’t good. I have plans with some friends,” Casey knew she had to decline, but she was disappointed. She was really starting to care about Jackie and wanted the relationship to go beyond the casual…but she also knew from the look on Jackie’s face she wasn’t there yet.
Jackie stood trying to fix her hair with her hands, although it didn’t matter since she was putting her helmet back on. She regarded the woman sitting on the sofa trying desperately to find something to look at other than her face. “No worries…another time then.” Whew! Jackie thought, she definitely got a reprieve. But she wasn’t sure if Casey was telling the truth or was thinking the same thing she was, keep it casual.
“Another time,” Casey said as she stood and pulled the blonde in for a kiss. Then she swatted her on the ass. “You should go before Jill gets back.”
Jackie smiled at her lover then spun on her heel. “Bye for now Molly. It was good to see you again.” Then she walked out of the door and toward the elevators.
As she stood there waiting, she heard two dings as the elevators stopped on her floor. She stepped into the one directly
in front of her since it was there and empty. As the doors began to close, her eyes found her phone and her text messages. There was one from Suzanne.
Chapter 10
The scent of the shop pulled Jill from her thoughts of lesbians and back into reality. Biting on her bottom lip trying to get the blush to fade she wandered around the shop with feelings of embarrassment like there was someone there who could read her mind. Then she remembered where she was and a guilt-ridden grin formed. Trying to act nonchalant, she picked up a candle which looked homemade and inhaled its fragrance, it was a mixture of smells…like sage and lavender. The scent was pleasing and Jill thought it was perfect to burn while she took her daily soak in the tub. She continued to peruse the store, taking the scenery in…the shop was absolutely beautiful. The artwork which hung on the wall was all abstract with the warmest and most soothing colors. Beautiful dream catchers hung on other wall spaces; feathers the colors of a sunset and the crystals and amethysts on display were absolutely gorgeous, and Jill hoped that they were for sale. But she answered her own question when she walked closer to a counter to find candles of different scents, bath salts and other oils and lotions on display with price tags.
As Jill slowly looked around at all the items, she knew she could spend a small fortune in this place. It was times like this when she wished she didn’t have herself on a budget…but it was the current situation and she found it difficult to restrain herself. Many times since Bill vacated their marriage she had found solace in retail therapy, but not this time; she had to control her spending. Her job didn’t pay much, it certainly didn’t allow for the luxuries she was accustomed to, but it was a job and she felt good about what she was doing. But her nest egg was dwindling quicker than she expected and with the added expense of Molly and the dog sitter, her bank account was shrinking at breakneck speed. Many times Jill had rethought about the alimony, but quickly pushed the notion away. She only wanted what was rightfully hers and not one red cent that Bill could claim was his money to support her. So today she would begin the self-denial practices and just purchase a couple things she thought would be helpful with the whole ‘zen’ idea.
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