Scooter broke away to go back to her beer. The dance floor was hot. She didn't realize the crowd had almost doubled since she got there.
"Having fun?" Libby asked as she slid another beer to her.
"Yeah. I had to peel that one chic off my ass. I thought she was going to do a reach around."
Libby laughed. "That shit isn't funny," Scooter snarled at her.
Libby bit her lip. "That's not like you to fend off someone who's interested. What gives?" Libby knew her sister to be sort of a lesbian ladies' man. She was rarely ever seen with the same girl twice, but at the same time, she wasn't careless about it either. She wasn't home long enough to ever have a relationship or carry on a handful of torrid affairs. Most of her time was spent at sea or on the base.
"I wasn't interested. She's way too young and not my type."
"I wasn't aware you had a type." Libby smiled. "And you're thirty-two that's hardly old."
"It's old enough to know I need to stay away from the one's that may not even be drinking age. You are checking ID's in here, right?"
"Of course," Libby huffed and slung the towel on the bar. "Beasley cards everyone that comes in the door and I card them again if I feel like they are under age."
"That's good. Beasley does a good job." Scooter sipped her beer and looked at the tall black woman with the cornrows at the door. She was the bouncer and a damn good one. She was as tough as she was tall, but she was really a sweetheart and had a beautiful partner.
"Hey, those ladies at table six seemed to be interested." Libby liked teasing Scooter about all of her followers. Scooter turned around to look through the crowd at the ladies' she was referring to. The two blondes were cute, but she didn't feel anything, in fact, she felt no spark for anyone she danced with. She wondered if she was just tired from returning after a long deployment. She decided to give table six one more chance. She downed the rest of her beer and sauntered over.
Chapter 3
"She's a great dancer," Denise said when she sat down.
"Yeah, and did you see those eyes? I didn't know blue eyes could be so bright. I think they glow in the dark."
"Oh come on, you two sound like love sick, horny teenagers," Layne laughed at them swooning over the good-looking woman from the bar. Yes, she was attractive, very attractive in fact, but there was no need to fall all over her.
"Don't look now, but she's coming this way."
"Huh? What?" Layne spun her head around to face tight abs hidden behind a tight black t-shirt. The body next to her was so close she could smell the salty sweet scent of a sweaty woman mixed with clean scented perfume. Layne swallowed so loud she thought the entire bar could hear the lump go down her throat when she looked up. The woman from the bar was looking down at her with a sexy grin and big blue eyes that did indeed look like they were glowing.
"Hi." Layne's voice slightly squeaked. This was a change from the normal smoky sound.
Scooter stepped to the side so she could get a better look at the brunette staring up at her. She was beautiful, long dark brown hair hung in loose waves on her shoulders and down her back. Dark eyes stared openly at her with a shy smile. Scooter thought she looked like an actress and she very well could be. Frog's was a popular coastal bar in San Diego. Ellen and Portia were seen in there with friends on more than one occasion.
"Would you like to dance?" Scooter asked.
"I…uh…" Layne was stumbling over her own tongue. She never did that ever. When she felt a hard shoe connect with her shin she shot a searing glance at Denise who just shrugged then nodded her head towards the stranger. "Sure." She finally choked out as she stood up.
As soon as they stepped onto the dance floor the jukebox switched to 'Only You' by The Platters. The only people that remained were obvious lovers. Layne wanted to bolt, but she melted into the woman's arms when she held her and began to sway to the slow song.
Scooter wanted to thank the fool that dropped a hundred bucks in the jukebox. One of the most beautiful women she had ever seen was in her arms. Their bodies touched from breasts to thigh. The brunette was slender and judging by the heeled boots she was wearing a couple inches shorter. They fit perfectly together. Scooter moved her hands from the brunette's waist to the small of her back pulling her even closer. She felt her slide her fingers into the back of Scooter's hair when she wrapped her arms around her shoulders.
Layne was no longer in control of her body. The tight muscles moving against her were turning her brain to mush. The blazing heat between them seemed to engulf her. She wasn't sure if they were even dancing anymore. It seemed more like a steady sway of seduction. She felt barricaded, almost restrained in her clothes. She lost all comprehensive train of thought when warm lips connected with the soft spot just below her right ear. I want her. God. Layne moved her head just enough to meet the warm lips with her own. She moaned and parted her lips when she felt the warm tongue circle them asking for entrance. She shivered from head to toe when their tongues met. The kiss was slow and soft. All of her blood pooled between her legs. The outer edges of orgasm were creeping up. If she didn't pull away she'd be in trouble. There was no way she was going to let herself go that far right here on the dance floor with a sexy stranger's tongue in her mouth.
Scooter was lost. Her body was hot and throbbing. Flames licked up and down every spot where the two bodies were touching. She fought off the thoughts of pushing the slender woman against the back wall and taking what her body was willing to give. No, this woman was so much more. She wanted to be naked with her head between her legs and her fingers deep inside her when she came. She had seen women before and instantly wanted to fuck them; this though, was something completely different. Her body was literally aching for this woman. She pulled back and bit her bottom lip softly before sucking it between her lips, then she pulled her back for another searing kiss that left them both breathless.
Layne had no idea how many songs passed, nor how many may have been fast beats. She was stuck to this woman from head to toe. They continued their slow sexual sway. She pulled away enough to catch her breath and meet bright blue eyes staring back at her. She was sure this stranger could feel how hard and fast her heart was beating. She smiled shyly and went right back to the soft lips beckoning her.
Three songs later, the brunette pulled out of the kiss long enough to whisper in her ear. "I'm Layne."
"Scooter," she replied almost breathlessly. Both women smiled. It felt like skin ripping when they separated. The cool air stung places that had been on fire seconds ago.
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Scooter went straight to the bathroom to peel her jockey's and jeans out of her wet crotch. She couldn't remember the last time she got that wet just by kissing and dancing. She practically imploded with her clothes on. She was almost scared to see what would happen if she was naked with…Layne. Her sister met her in the hall when she stepped out.
"Care to explain, Casanova?"
"Explain what?" Scooter asked innocently as they walked back to the bar.
"How about the sexual display on my dance floor? At one point the entire room was watching the two of you. I was scared your clothes were going to go up in flames."
"Oh come on. It's not like people don't kiss while dancing." Scooter rolled her eyes and downed the glass of ice water Libby set in front of her.
"Dancing and kissing yes. You two were practically fucking."
Scooter laughed. "If you think that is fucking, Sis, you need to get laid."
Libby grunted and walked away. Scooter shook her head and went back to table six.
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"Oh my God, Layne," Tabitha and Denise said together when their friend sat down and squirmed slightly from the uncomfortable wetness between her legs. She didn't remember coming, but it sure felt like she did, possibly multiple times.
"What?" she said innocently.
"What? As in you don't know what you've been doing for the past twenty minutes." Denise's eyebrows were raised so high they were practically in
her hairline.
Layne shrugged. "I was dancing."
"That was a hell of a lot more than dancing. What she did with us…" Tabitha spread her hands out. "and everyone else in here, was dancing. What she was doing with you looked like sex with your clothes on."
Layne rolled her eyes and laughed. "Oh please. We kissed."
"The entire room was waiting to see whose clothes came off first," Denise said. "I was hoping it was hers, by the way. It looked hot. Is she a good kisser? I bet she's good at everything she does."
Layne could still feel the hard muscles against her and taste the mouth on hers. She needed to get control of her body and soon. She really wanted another drink, but she was driving and had already had more than her usual limit. She thought of Denise's questions…good kisser? She wanted to say literally orgasmic, but she settled for a simple yes. She wanted this woman-Scooter. Unique name, probably a nickname, she mused. It had been a long time since she honestly said she wanted someone. Usually, she just went through the motions of having sex.
Her mind was still trying to wrap itself around the thought of having sex with Scooter when she felt a warm firm body against her and hot breath on her ear. She watched the sweating glass of ice water as it was placed in front of her.
"Thought you might need to cool off," Scooter whispered in her ear. She simply nodded, too scared to meet those piercing blue eyes.
"Would you like to join us? Or are you and Layne going to heat up the dance floor again?" Tabitha asked.
"I think I'm finished dancing, unless you want to." She looked at Layne.
"No. I'm good. In fact, I was thinking about taking off." Tabitha and Denise both raised an eyebrow and looked at her.
"Really, I was thinking the same thing," Scooter said, her sexy grin clearly visible in the dim lighting.
"Alone or with your girlfriend?" Denise asked.
"What girlfriend?" Scooter's eyebrows furled together.
"The one coming this way."
"There you are. I figured I would find you over here." Libby smiled. "Sandy is closing for me tonight."
"That's good. Make sure Beasley walks out with you." Scooter worried about the dark parking lot this late at night.
"Are you riding with me?" Libby asked, knowing her sister was probably not coming home.
"Wasn't planning on it." Scooter grinned.
Libby laughed. "I trust one of you ladies will get my sister home safely?" she asked with a smile as she ruffled Scooter's short curls and bent to kiss her cheek.
"Be careful," Scooter called out as Libby started towards the door.
"You too," She yelled back.
Scooter took another sip of water and waited for the waitress to pick up the cash for their tab. All three women stared at her.
"What?" she asked.
"Sister?" Tabitha seemed to growl at her.
"Yeah. Half. She's four years younger."
"We see her working here a lot. How come we have never seen you in here?"
"She's owns this place and I travel a lot." Scooter had already said too much. She was a very private person by nature. Don't ask, don't tell had done that to her. Even now that it was dissolved she still had issues with being open about her life in general. She looked at Layne, who had barely spoken. "I just missed my ride, so I need to go flag a cab before the drunks snatch them all up." She grinned and Denise swore it was hot enough to melt ice. She couldn't help wanting her, even though she seemed interested in Layne. That was a good thing; she couldn't remember the last time Layne talked about getting laid.
"I'm leaving anyway." Layne jumped up from the table before Scooter could get up and walk away.
Chapter 4
The white BMW pulled into the underground parking garage beneath the high-rise condo building. Layne was still holding her breath when she keyed the elevator to the seventh floor. The tension in the tiny box was thick enough to cut with a knife, not to mention the smoldering heat, and the two women hadn't touched since their dance at the bar. Layne wasn't sure why she brought Scooter home with her. She knew why, hell she wanted her so damn bad she could hardly stand on her own shaky legs. But, she wasn't sure why she lost control over this striking, sexy…complete stranger.
When the elevator stopped they walked down the hall to number 727. Layne opened the door and waved Scooter inside. She followed, locking the door behind her. The condo was dark except for the recessed lighting in the foyer.
"How long have you lived in San Diego?" Layne asked as she slipped her boots off and set them next to the couch. She walked to the opposite wall and turned on the recessed lighting over the fireplace and in the kitchen basking the room in a nice low glow.
"Just over a year. You?" Scooter said as she sat on the couch watching the beautiful brunette walking towards her.
"Three years." She stopped a few feet from Scooter. "Do you want something to drink? I know I have wine, but sorry no beer." She swallowed the lump that had formed again in her throat.
Scooter shook her head. "Do you really want to sit here and skate through small talk?"
"No." Layne's dark eyes met Scooter's blue ones. "I want you," she said just above a whisper.
Scooter stood up and walked towards her. "Come here."
Layne shivered when Scooter pressed her warm lips against hers. Slowly, she opened her mouth to caress the velvety tongue against her own. She was no longer standing; instead this incredible woman whose hands were under her shirt kneading her back in soft circles was literally holding her up. Neither woman knew how they ended up in the bedroom. No words were spoken as Scooter laid her down on the bed behind them. Layne nibbled Scooter's bottom lip and sucked her tongue as her clothes were easily removed. She whimpered as Scooter pulled her mouth away when she slipped her naked hard body between her legs. Scooter met her eyes just before she ran her tongue around her nipple agonizingly slow. She caressed her other breast with the tenderness of a lover when she closed her lips around the teased nipple and sucked, rolling her tongue back and forth over it in her mouth.
Layne inhaled sharply and grabbed a fistful of the short, curly, dark locks. She felt the wetness between her legs, no doubt coating Scooter's stomach. She raised her hips up to meet the tight muscles rocking against her as Scooter moved from her breasts back to her lips burning a trail of soft kisses followed by the molten heat of her tongue.
Layne spread her legs even further silently begging her for more as she rubbed against her. Scooter traced Layne's lips with her tongue. She ran her hand softly down Layne's body and across her thighs. She gently sucked her bottom lip as she slid her fingers through the wet folds. Layne gasped and jerked her hips up. The weight of the taller muscular woman held her down as she slid her tongue past her lips and two of her fingers inside. The hot muscles bunched and contracted against her as she slowly moved deeper, then almost completely out teasing her with the tips of her fingers as she sucked Layne's tongue into her mouth. Layne had one arm around her shoulders with her fingers dug into her back and the other around her head with her fingers tangled in her hair.
Layne opened her eyes to the beautiful blue ones above her when the fingers slid deep inside her again. Scooter matched the movements of her tongue to the agonizingly slow thrusts of her fingers. Layne wrapped her thighs around her lower legs, rising up to push her deeper with every thrust bringing her closer and closer. When Scooter pressed her thumb against her clit she moaned into her mouth and tightened around her fingers as the flood gates opened. Layne rode the waves of orgasm over and over again.
Scooter continued sliding her fingers slowly to the edge then deep again. She ran her tongue over Layne's jaw and down to the folds of her ear as she felt her tighten again. This time Layne pulled the dark curls and a shrill animal sound escaped her mouth as she came once again. She was panting under Scooter, their bodies covered with a light sheen of sweat. Layne looked into her bright blue eyes and caressed her soft cheek before running her tongue over her lips. Scooter bit Layne's bottom
lip and sucked it into her mouth before sliding down her body. She placed feather light kisses down her chest and ran her tongue in circles over her nipples and she moved further down finally settling with Layne's thighs over her shoulders. She traced her tongue slowly up and down each thigh moving close to the throbbing center then back towards the knee again.
Layne's heart was pounding out of her chest; her breathing was tight and fast. She saw the glow of those bright eyes just before she felt the tongue slid between her wet folds. She jerked up but Scooter held her down and sucked her clit softly between her lips before swirling her tongue lazily over it. Layne grabbed her hair with one hand and pulled at the sheets with the other. She moaned and moved her hips as much as she could to meet each swirl of her tongue as it passed over her hard clit then her opening and back up again. There was no need to beg, this stranger knew her body. She felt like she was flying, higher and higher as the flutters started low in her belly. She tried to hold on as long as she could. Scooter felt her orgasm building and used softer movements of her tongue to prolong her climax until Layne was thrusting wildly against her and pushing her head down. Scooter reached a hand up and caressed her flat stomach as she increased the pressure and moved her tongue in fast circles. She sucked her clit between her lips then shoved her tongue as deep as it would go when Layne cried out. She couldn't fight the high pitched scream that escaped her lips as her body went rigid. She pushed against the mouth on her until she couldn't take it anymore.
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