Sugar Rush

by Leigh Ellwood

  Rachael had her fun stringing Judy headlong into frustration. “Jude, relax, I’m messing with you. The baker lady is hot. You should totally tap that.”

  I’d like to. Judy glanced over at her shoulder. Neve remained at the table, her attention on the guitarist now preparing to begin his next set. “What do I say? I’m not a smooth operator.”

  “Jude, it’s not cold fusion. Talk to her. Tell her what you want. Jeez.” Rachael rolled her eyes. “Look, I got customers. You’ll know what to do. Just wait ’til morning to tell me how it went. Chaz and I are hooking up tonight.”

  “Have fun.” Judy slapped the remainder of the napkin down on the bar and eased away.

  “Do everything I would—twice,” Rachael called. “In fact, if you want company…”

  Judy said nothing, but rushed back to the table and dropped a ten-dollar bill. “Come with me?” she asked Neve, who looked momentarily confused but complied. Neve’s hand warmed hers as they wove around wooden tables and fit through a small crowd clustered at the door. The night cold hardly affected Judy; Neve set her senses on fire.

  “Where are we going?” Neve asked at the corner.

  “Somewhere private so I can kiss your lips.”

  “Stop.”

  The word numbed Judy. Had she read Neve incorrectly? Some might perceive her statement as swift, but why not act on strong feelings? She thought Neve so beautiful, especially underneath the lamplight. She couldn’t wait to show Neve just how much she wanted her.

  “No reason to hide,” Neve said with a smile. Before Judy could respond, Neve closed in and pecked her on the mouth.

  That simple spark inflamed Judy—she reached for the back of Neve’s head to keep their lip-lock intact. Lips parted and tongues mated slowly and the world surrounding them faded into the cold. Hands slid around Judy’s waist, then trailed up her spine. Pressed against Neve’s body, Judy wanted to melt.

  The kiss eventually tapered off, but Judy remained close to her face, breathing in the scrumptious perfume of vanilla and sweet cream. “That was nice,” she said, “and I had hoped for that…but I wasn’t initially thinking about those lips…”

  “Oh?” Neve smiled, and her gaze panned Judy’s body. Neve seemed to linger a moment on Judy’s hips before meeting her eyes again. At least she didn’t slap Judy or tell her to get lost—good signs.

  Going for broke… “Neve, this may sound weird and sudden, but I think you’re so sexy. I want to take you back to my place and make love to you.”

  Neve shook with quiet laughter. “Well then, we’d better get moving.”

  Holy crap. “Uh, right.”

  * * * * *

  The last thing Neve wanted was to spoil this moment with thoughts of Gianna. She honestly liked Judy, found her very attractive, and their kiss had awakened in her a desire she’d once believed permanently dormant. The ache in her pussy made it a challenge to walk to Judy’s car—with every wide step, her clit tingled. She didn’t want to climax before she got her pants off, either. Thankfully Judy didn’t live far.

  “Let me warn you now,” Judy said, unlocking the door to an apartment situated in a building a few blocks away, above a row of shops, “I’m not the neatest of people. I have my knitting everywhere.” She laughed nervously. “It’s been a while since I’ve, uh, had anybody over…”

  “What about Rachael?” Neve asked. “As a friend, of course,” she added when Judy flushed.

  “Yeah, but that’s different.”

  “Yes.” Neve smiled. A few weeks ago she might have balked at a spontaneous tryst, but that kiss lingered on her lips and spread over her senses. She wanted to feel that kind of closeness again.

  Judy’s apartment was decorated with eclectic furniture and framed posters of vintage advertisements. A plastic bag filled with yarn sagged next to a chair in the living room, and on the seat rested a work in progress. It looked like a striped scarf a Hobbit or wizard might wear. Geek chic.

  In the bedroom, they tumbled into a passionate embrace and kissed with feverish longing. Neve’s heart pounded, and the thrum of her partner’s excitement vibrated through her. They grasped at buttons, zippers and hems until Neve’s clothes slowly puddled on the floor. When she’d stripped down to her simple white bra and boy shorts, Neve eased back on the bed and propped herself on her elbows to watch Judy undress. She studied the young woman’s creamy skin and lean frame, emboldened by her confident smile. She obviously felt comfortable with her nudity, and grinned widely when Neve admired her bare breasts.

  Judy wasn’t very well-endowed—Neve guessed somewhere around a B-cup—but she looked no less tempting. Neve pursed her lips and imagined the silky touch of a large, dusky nipple against her skin.

  She sat up and bunched her arms closer, letting her bra straps fall unaided from her shoulders. The move added a touch of fullness to her chest, the one place where Neve felt she lacked. Not that any previous lovers remarked on this shortcoming, but Neve wanted to look her best at any sexual opportunity.

  The look on Judy’s face when she unhooked the back strap and bared her breasts warmed Neve’s blood, and her nipples stiffened. I wonder, she thought, and toyed with them, rolling them between her fingers to taunt Judy.

  “Jesus, you are incredible,” Judy whispered, and lunged forward.

  They fell together in a tangle of limbs, rolling Judy onto her back and kissing and nipping hungrily at each other. Neve’s lips landed on a nipple and sucked hard—she swiped the tender bud and teased it with her teeth, while she massaged the other breast with her hand. Judy’s head rocked side to side as she moaned her approval of each gentle touch. She smelled of the tantalizing roast of the coffeehouse and tasted as sweet as anything Neve baked at Sugar Rush.

  Neve shifted so her free hand could move to parts farther south. She hadn’t touched a woman in forever…not since—

  She shook the thought away. Don’t think about her now! She wanted to lose herself in Judy and stroke every private place. The other woman still wore her bikini panties, and Neve slipped her fingers under the waistband and grazed the bare cleft hiding that tiny jewel.

  “Neve,” Judy begged. “Yes. Just like that.” Judy opened herself to her, and Neve released her nipple. She loved foreplay, missed the hell out of it, but damn if she didn’t need to taste her now. Torn between the desire to satisfy Judy and to prolong these mutual caresses, Neve finally huffed out her frustration and reached for Judy’s panties. They came down as she slid over Judy’s belly and thighs—her lover thankfully gave no resistance.

  So beautiful… Neve settled between Judy’s raised knees and stroked the bare pussy before her. She rubbed her fingers together, slick with Judy’s passion, and eased them slowly into her wet, waiting channel. Judy writhed and moaned above her, and Neve felt her pussy twitch and contract with every gentle, deep thrust. Hidden within her mound, Judy’s pink clit soon popped into view, and Neve eased upward to kiss it. She worried the nub between her lips slowly, in a circular motion synchronized with her fingers massaging inside Judy’s pussy. Neve savored the scent of her—like salted caramel, only lighter and more addictive.

  She lost track of how long she licked and sucked on Judy. After a while, Neve stopped pumping into her in order to better grasp Judy’s hips. From there she devoured Judy in earnest, alternating from tasting her with broad strokes to tonguing her pussy’s core and back again. Fingers threaded through Neve’s hair and pressed her head close to keep her in place, and Neve rocked right along with the orgasm that nearly knocked them off the bed.

  “God! Yes!” Judy fisted the sheets and bucked her hips but didn’t disrupt Neve from loving her. Neve couldn’t stop—she craved more of Judy’s unique flavor, more so than anything she could concoct in her kitchen. This night threatened to ruin her for sweet things, definitely.

  “Please, Neve,” Judy said, breathing deeply as she floated down from the high, “let me take care of you.”

  Neve wouldn’t have required it, she was happy to give t
he girl pleasure, but she glanced up the smooth planes of Judy’s body and met her gaze. Judy’s breasts, flattened in this supine position, rose with each inhale, thick nipples like dark cherries taunting Neve to take a bite. She wanted to crawl over Judy and kiss her hard, but two hands pushed her away, guiding her to lie back.

  Good thing she complied too. Neve rested against a pillow and watched Judy, slim and beautiful, crawl down to her parted legs. Neve’s pussy lips ached, swollen with need. The mere hint of Judy’s breath on her skin left her anxious for more, and seeing Judy just pause there to look at her caused her to moan.

  To her relief, Judy touched a finger to the top of her cleft and slowly dragged it down to her wet opening. Neve moaned again when two more digits joined the first in her cunt. She rarely used toys for self-gratification but had enjoyed the occasional dildo with past lovers. Neve never expected to find satisfaction this way, but Judy seemed to know what she was doing.

  Judy’s lips parted on Neve’s pussy, with her tongue tracing the inner labia and around the clitoral hood. Her eyes closed and her face softened as she ate Neve, a concentrated body worship that teased Neve’s senses and drove her to the edge of madness. The spark of orgasm burned low in her pussy and Judy stoked the fire slowly. Every few seconds she’d meet Neve’s eyes, and Neve read the message in them.

  Let go.

  “So close,” she whispered, and Judy must have heard her, since she sped up her efforts. The pressure against her clit increased the sensations, and it wasn’t long before Neve cried out in ecstasy, pinching Judy between her thighs.

  Judy didn’t stop, however. She continued to lick and tease Neve’s clit until Neve twisted away. She’d crossed the fine line dividing pleasure and pain, and wanted nothing more now than to hold Judy and cuddle in the afterglow.

  “Come here,” Neve said, helping Judy to lie at her side. She spooned her lover’s body, arms circling her waist. Their skin gave off the heady tang of sex and Neve wanted to revel in it. “That was amazing. Thank you.”

  Judy shook with quiet laughter. “I should thank you. I wouldn’t want you thinking I’m into flings.”

  Neve raised an eyebrow and leaned in to kiss Judy’s cheek. “Yeah, I suppose I’m the same way. When something feels right, though, why fight it?” Neve could count her lovers on one hand, and in the other cases it had taken more than a few dates to get her into bed. With Judy, though, she met the connection wholeheartedly. She liked the young woman, and enjoyed her company. It didn’t matter if Judy never shopped at Sugar Rush again or didn’t share her passion for baking—she stirred Neve’s desire.

  No, Neve decided, she didn’t see this as an attempt to prove to Gianna that she was wanted. She wanted Judy, and her body thrummed with ecstatic joy. If only they could spend the night and make love at least once more before they drifted into comfortable sleep.

  Then once more in the morning before breakfast.

  “You’ve gone all quiet,” Judy observed, shifting in Neve’s embrace.

  “Sorry. I guess that took all the breath out of me.” Neve laughed, then quickly exhaled into silence. She traced the line of Judy’s hip and circled a spot before sliding her hand down to Judy’s pussy. Neve cupped her soft lips and found the clit, which she rubbed gently.

  “Well, I’m glad to know you’re not completely spent.” Judy squirmed to give Neve better access, and Neve took advantage. Judy’s clit hardened and swelled, and Neve breathed in her sex. If only she could capture this sensation to keep with her throughout the day… Of course, she probably wouldn’t get much work done.

  “Yes,” Judy hissed, and did the unthinkable by pulling away. The move confused Neve, until she realized Judy intended to share her pleasure. Neve lay back again and parted her thighs, allowing Judy to overlap one leg with hers. Sitting back over Neve’s pelvic area, Judy settled into a scissor position and pressed their clits together. “I love doing this,” she explained, and began a slow grind that prickled Neve’s skin.

  Yes… At best, Neve kept her pussy trimmed without shaving entirely. This left her exposed enough to enjoy the sensual friction building with each thrust. She met Judy’s undulation with equal enthusiasm, loving the feel of slick pussy lips against hers. Every bump to her clit shot a spark through her—this way of lovemaking brought the orgasm more slowly, but it still rocked Neve to a shuddering climax when it hit.

  Judy panted for a few seconds before catching her breath to speak. “I wonder if Rach wouldn’t mind if I skipped her party,” she said, “because I really don’t want to leave. Ever.”

  Neve laughed. “You planned it. You paid for the food. Won’t she kill you?”

  “No. She might have Dot put all her drinks on my tab, though.”

  Neve leaned forward and Judy met her for a smacking-loud kiss. An all-nighter sounded wonderful to her as well, but soon thoughts of the outside world invaded. Unless some benevolent, otherworldly being had dispatched elves to run Sugar Rush for her, Neve knew she had to eventually get dressed.

  Judy slid closer and they kissed and caressed some more. “If you like,” Neve said, “you can come by the bakery tomorrow afternoon and hang out while I finish your job. I don’t mind working alone, but the company is always nice.”

  “Can’t. I have the day shift at the hobby store tomorrow. Filling in for somebody who took a weekday for me a while ago.” Judy pouted. “Save me something sweet for later?”

  Neve smiled. “I’m sure I can swing that.”

  * * * * *

  Judy dropped Neve off in front of the darkened Sugar Rush storefront to get her car. After a long, exploring kiss that fogged the windows, she returned to her place for much-needed sleep. Only when she’d slipped into bed did she realize she hadn’t checked her phone for messages.

  Rachael had left several texts, each more profane than the last, demanding details of her tryst.

  She smirked and called up the tiny keypad, pecking out a response with her thumbs. “Making this quick, I need to catch some Z’s,” she murmured as she typed an abbreviated and sanitized version of her date with Neve.

  Seconds later, Rachael came back with Riiiight. Only you can make a night of hot sex sound like a game of checkers. Come on, spill!

  Judy texted, I’m sorry I don’t share your desire to record my sex life for posterity. Let’s just say we made the sexy and leave it at that.

  Any kink, spanking? Ass play? Think you’ll want company next time? A string of smiley faces followed.

  “Good night!” Rather than relay the sentiment, Judy powered down her phone and settled in to get some sleep before her early alarm. Dreams of Neve wrapped around her nude body helped make the night pass more pleasantly.

  She couldn’t wait until her shift ended, leaving her free to spend the rest of her weekend with Neve.

  Chapter Six

  The short Saturday at Sugar Rush passed quickly with a steady stream of customers and order pickups. It pleased Neve to know they were getting more mileage out of the social media publicity. A reporter even stopped in to inquire about an interview, and Neve held on to the woman’s business card.

  After seeing Terri and Corky off for the day, Neve double- then triple-checked the food inventory for Rachael’s party. She had everything in its proper container. All she needed to do Sunday was load the catering van and set up. Neve felt proud for managing the job on short notice with plenty of time to spare. Turned out she hadn’t needed Terri to stay late at all.

  She checked her watch to see she had about an hour to kill before her date with Judy. When they parted last night, they’d planned to meet up at Little Dude’s and let the night happen from there. Neve cleaned her workspace and washed pans, thinking of what she’d like to do with Judy instead of drinking beer in a loud joint.

  A sharp rap on the front door jolted her from sensual images of fondling Judy’s breasts and pussy. She looked up to see a shadowed figure pressed against the glass, looking for signs of life. Normally Neve ignored after-hours passersb
y, hoping they’d notice the sign and try again when they were open, but the recent brouhaha with the Facebook and same-sex wedding cakes made her think twice. For all she knew, this person wanted to ensure no witnesses saw him or her hurl a brick through the window.

  Neve hurried to the front, ready to admonish whoever had come to bother her, but relaxed on finding Helen, her elderly bride-to-be friend. “I know you’re closed, but I thought I saw movement and I wanted to pay the rest of the balance on the cake,” she said when Neve opened the door.

  “Of course, come on in. It could have waited, though.” Neve offered Helen a seat and a free cookie with coffee. “I have some extras here. We’re catering a party tomorrow. Let me know what you think,” she added. “I’m not always my best critic.”

  “They certainly look delicious.” Helen took a bite and followed that assessment with audible yummy noises. “So you cater? We should have you do more than the cake.”

  Neve’s stomach fluttered at that. She hoped Helen and her fiancée hadn’t encountered more problems planning their reception. “It’s not too late to schedule if you need the food,” she said, “but let me know ASAP so I can get it on the calendar.”

  Helen nodded. “I will. It was going to be a simple affair—family and close friends. This whole Facebook thing has gotten us so much attention, though. Newspapers and websites are calling us now.” She chuckled. “I never thought I’d have to dodge the paparazzi at my age.”

  “The press is all good, I hope? Weddings are stressful enough, you don’t need people raining on your parade—”

  “Oh we’re fine.” Helen waved away the concern. “I didn’t mean to make the fuss sound bigger than it actually is. I wanted to apologize too, if our cake order caused you any trouble.”

  “No trouble at all. I love baking wedding cakes, and I promise you and Maggie will have a multi-layered masterpiece on your day.” Neve gladly took the envelope with payment from Helen. “Give me a sec and I’ll get you a receipt.”