I tried to go about life as usual after that. The days passed in a fog, though. My life felt like it had a little less light in it—though I had known Dominique only a short while, she had touched my heart in the same gentle, tender way she’d touched my body. Jamie tried to cheer me up by telling me jokes at work and planning girls’ evenings for us afterward but I something new in me seemed to be broken and I was under a blanket of darkness because of it.
We were at work one day when she asked me if I wanted to go get a drink later in the evening. I told her no. I just wanted to go home and rest. Lately it seemed like all I did was sleep and work; I had no interest in anything else.
“Hey,” said Jamie. “Cheer up. At least you didn’t get in too deep.”
But the truth was that I had. Even in two dates, I knew that I wanted to have Dominique in my life forever, knew that I wanted to hold her and kiss her every day for the rest of my life. I was in love with her, with or without the things she’d lavished me with. But there was no way I could make her believe me, so I had to let her go.
Chapter 6: Dominique
It was already killing me that I had so callously pushed her away as she was leaving my front porch. I regretted all the words I had said instantly and wanted to take them back, but I could tell in the set of her shoulders, the look on her face, that nothing I said was going to fix what I’d ruined. I’d accused her of something I knew logically she would never do; she had never even asked for the things I’d given her, not even hinted at expecting them. I had showered her with gifts and though she had accepted gratefully, she hadn’t seemed to be trying to get her hands on more.
I felt like an idiot. After the night we shared together, the romantic date we’d had on the Bay, I should have known better than to screw it all up. It had been magical and perfect. We fit together so well, body and spirit. There seemed to be nothing we couldn’t talk about already, and I felt as if I had known her forever. She was perfect for me. And I had destroyed her.
I spent days thinking about it, about her. I stayed at my place in the Bay and would lie in bed at night, wishing she was beside me. No matter what I did, she filled my head. I went to a bar one night in desperation, sat down on a stool and ordered a drink while trying to ignore the people around me. After a few moments, a woman took the seat next to me and ordered me another round. I turned to look at her and saw that she was beautiful in a long-legged, elegant sort of way. She was dressed in a tight outfit that showed off her every curve and had lips the color of berries. I smiled at her, though there was a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“Hi, there,” she said, taking a sip of her drink. “What are you doing over here, all quiet?”
“Waiting for the right company,” I told her, slightly tipsy just from the small amount I’d had to drink before she got there. “Looks like it found me.”
She giggled and brushed her hand against mine. We talked for a moment, nothing important. Small talk. What we did, how we ended up here. I made up a story about who I was and what I did for a living. There was no way I was going to go into the fact that I had lost my job, no matter how much I was worth. I rarely told women who I was upon first meeting them, which is another thing that had been different about my time with Sandra. With her, it was all honesty, refreshing in the best way.
I flirted with the stranger most of the night, trying to fill some hole that had become a part of me. I went home with her but stopped myself when she took that dress off. It wasn’t that she wasn’t beautiful, it was that she didn’t have the same soft skin as Sandra, didn’t make the same noises when I touched her. I left with an apology and without an explanation, only got in my car and took off in the direction of Sandra’s place. There was no telling what I was going to do when I got there, but it was the only place I could think of to go.
She wasn’t home yet, so I sat on her porch and waited for her to arrive. When she saw me, she stopped and stared, tilting her head to one side to study my face.
“Why are you here?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. I sighed and walked to her, took her hands and held them between us.
“I missed you,” I told her honestly. I missed her more than anything. All I thought about was her. She looked at me and didn’t pull her hands away, just squeezed mine and gazed at me as if she hoped for the best.
“Why did you push me away?” she asked me, lifting her hand to my cheek. She stroked my lips with her thumb and I knew she was about to kiss me, that she couldn’t resist being in my arms any more than I could hers. I pressed my lips to hers, unable to wait any longer, and she responded with a kiss that was sweet and feather-soft.
“I lost my job,” I said, holding her close. “My lifestyle. But the worst part is that I can’t give you everything you deserve.”
She smiled at me, leaned forward to kiss me again.
“You made a bad call,” she said, her eyes sparkling. I looked at her with confusion, wondering what she meant. She kissed my fingers.
“The gifts were lovely,” she told me. “But the real prize is you. You’re all I need.”
I slipped into her embrace and we stood interlocked on her porch, our mouths and bodies molded to each other. All I could think about was her skin and her scent, how beautiful she was, what I would do to make it up to her. I didn’t know what I would have done if she wouldn’t have accepted me back; my whole heart was beating for her and her alone.
“Come inside,” she said, breathing against my lips. I followed her in and straight into the bedroom, where she started to undress me with slow, nimble fingers. She pulled my shirt over my head and kissed me in the spot where my neck met my shoulder, then lowered her mouth to my breasts to take turns taking each of my nipples in her mouth. She spent a long, delicious moment lingering over my breasts, sucking and licking them. While she did so she took off my panties, nearly ripping them down in an effort to get them off of me. The next thing I knew she had undressed herself as well and was naked in my arms, her mouth finding mine and taking it in a hungry, passionate kiss. My body molded to hers and I slipped my hand between her legs to feel that she was more than wet. I stroked her folds, dipping the tip of my middle finger into her channel, and brought the moisture up and over her bud, which was swollen with desire. She pressed her mound against my hand and moaned, then intertwined her legs with mine so that we were chest to chest sitting up and our sexes were pressed together. I had been able to tell this is what she enjoyed the most about the last time and was happy to give it to her again.
I was angled on top of her and began to grind my hips against hers, barely bumping our buds together just long enough for us to both really feel it. She whimpered and moved forward to make the contact more regular, to rub against me so that I had no choice but to meet the movement of her hips in a rhythm. Her wetness felt so good against mine that I couldn’t help but to grind against her harder, almost losing control of my hips in the fluidity of hers. Her breathing grew ragged against my mouth as her orgasm built and when she came she squirmed underneath me with a soft, breathless moan. I finished after, my body hitting its peak, shattering as I gushed all over her folds.
She reached over and pulled something out of her bedside drawer. It was a double-ended toy, something that we could both slide inside of ourselves at the same time. I had never used one before but I knew the experience would be incredible just looking at the thing, and at Sandra’s face, which was lit up by a small, wicked smile and flushed from her orgasm. I kissed her, devouring her mouth as I made her lay down underneath me and spread her legs. I wasn’t going to finish again without tasting her, without making her come on my face. I moved down her body and slung her legs over my shoulders, then parted her lower lips with my thumbs and planted a hot, open-mouthed kiss on her inner folds. I kissed her as if I would kiss her mouth, my tongue sliding in, sliding upward, circling her bud. She trembled beneath me and sighed, trying to keep her hips still, to let me work. I ate her for what seemed like a long time, making her
come over and over again, making up for the lost time when we were apart. I was going to taste her every day from now on. I wasn’t going to waste a moment of our time.
Finally, I pulled my mouth away. I picked up the toy and teased her bud with the tip of it, kissing her thighs, her belly, and her nipples. I slipped it just two inches inside of her and moved it back and forth in gentle thrusts, getting her used to being filled by it. Her channel was wetter than before and eager to take the toy all the way, so I had no real trouble sliding it deep inside of her. I pumped it in and out for a few moments, making sure to hit the spot inside of her that was sweetest. She let out soft cries of pleasure as I began to lick and suck her bud while I worked her channel.
After a moment, she wrapped her hands around my shoulders and pulled me upward to kiss her, using one hand to hold the toy so that I could straddle it and using the other to rub and cup my breasts. I aimed the toy inside of me and pushed down against it, filling myself up in one stroke. We were laying scissored on the bed and both began squirming on the toy at the same time. Each time she moved to work it within her it pushed deeper into me, hitting against the back of my channel. We began to move with each other, both of us getting pleasure out of the other’s movements and moans. I reached between my legs to rub my bud and I gestured for her to do the same. The harder we ground against each other, the faster we moved, so that I felt so filled and pounded by the toy that my channel clenched around it and I came hard, rubbing my bud in circles. I sat up with the toy still inside of me and plunged it inside of her with my hips, pushing it deeper into me in turn. I switched my hand to her bud and began to rub until she came too, letting out a cry that filled the small room.
When we were finished, once our bodies were settled down, I cuddled up against her warm, soft body and kissed her cheek. She looked at me with sweet eyes and smiled.
“Am I enough?” she asked, stroking my cheek with her fingertip.
“You’re more than enough,” I told her truthfully, leaning in to kiss her softly on the mouth.
“This is total joy.”
She’s A Nightmare
~ Bonus Story ~
A Contemporary Lesbian Romance
Michelle Stevens
Focused, smart and undervalued. It’s like people can’t imagine beauty and brains existing together. I’m not saying I’m the most gorgeous thing in the world, but I’ve never had a problem getting dates- or anything else I want for that matter. Life can be tough, but I know I can be tougher. That is, until I met Tasha. With her tan skin and short brown hair, she came into my life like an unwelcome pest. I don’t have time clean up her messes-including her younger brother William. There’s something about her though, lucky for me, I don’t have any interest in finding out what that is.
Tasha Hoyer
Everything was going fine until my younger brother, William got me wrapped up in another mess, this time it involved blonde and brazen, Michelle. William sure chose the wrong couch to crash on, she’s making a mess of my life but somehow I can’t get her out of my head. She’s off-limits and has made that very clear, but I’m a paralegal after all and can be very persuasive…
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Chapter One
The light poured into my bedroom and made its way to my eyes. I woke with a start and my hand flailed immediately to the alarm clock beside my bed. Overslept again. I only had one glass of wine, that shouldn’t have made me so sleepy. Coffee. Coffee until it’s time for wine again, that will do the trick. I pulled on my tee shirt from last night and made my way to the kitchen when I froze. Under my blanket was what looked like a body. A long, lanky body. Of a man? My mind raced as I replayed the events of the evening before. No, no blackouts, no foggy memories, I definitely came home alone last night. After many failed attempts to get me in bed, I did not let my ex-boyfriend win me over. It was so satisfying telling him no so many times. So, who is this person in my house? Carefully and quietly, I reached for a knife from the kitchen counter and held it at my side with one hand. With the other, I reached out to pull the blanket back to get a good look. Not a man, a boy. A teenager? His wallet poked out of the back pocket of his jeans and I gently tugged it out. He rolled over, adjusted his position and kept on sleeping. William Hoyer, it read. Yes, a teenager, 18, in fact. There’s also a card in his wallet that says to call this number if he’s found wandering around. I suppose he’s harmless, someone obviously cares about him…maybe if I just wake him up he’ll go on his own? With a poke and a prod, then a gentle nudge…I try and wake him. Nothing. Not even a stir. “William!” I yell, Wake up!” Nothing. It’s like he’s not even here, I could be shouting at my fridge. With daylight wasting and my patience getting thinner, I try the number.
“This is Tasha” the voice on the other end of the line says. It’s a silky, sultry voice, very distinct. It catches me off-guard as I pause and need to bring myself back to the very odd situation at hand.
“I have your…. William?”, I say, my voice and anger both coming back to me at once. “He’s on my couch and won’t move or wake up for that matter”. An exasperated sigh lets out from Tasha’s mouth and I can almost feel her breath on my ear. “Well?” I demand. “I don’t have time for this, you need to get him out of my house!” “Give me your address, I will be right over”. With that, the line is dead and I’m beginning to think William is too. “Your Tasha is on her way; you best wake up right now.” I yell, but my voice drops off at the end because I can already tell he hasn’t heard a thing. With a growl, I turn and head to get ready for the day, forgetting the coffee all together.
Chapter Two
I woke from sleep in a startle. My cell phone blaring in my ear as it lay on the desk in front of me. I groggily picked it up and before I could let out a word, a woman on the other end began laying into me. “I have your…. William” she said, her anger showing itself, loud and clear across the phone line, she might as well have been in the same room. I let out an exasperated sigh. It all came together. I was up studying late last night and fell asleep at my desk, unaware that my younger brother had snuck out-again. “Well?” she screeched. Coming back to reality, I asked for her address and said I would be right over. I could not believe this happened. A stranger’s couch? I don’t even want to know how he got in. She must have been scared to death. This is the last straw, I thought to myself as I threw on my black jeans and white button up top. I sloshed some mouthwash and threw my hair back. I had to hustle if I was going to make it to work on time. Working late nights and studying after did not leave much room for error and unfortunately for me that’s all my brother has time for-making mistakes and getting me involved in them. By the time I arrived to the house, fifteen minutes had passed. I had worked myself into a state-rehashing all the drama William had pulled me into over the last few months. It wasn’t enough that I was taking care of him but also cleaning up his messes too?
I steadied myself for another slashing as I knocked on the door. Within seconds it opened. I didn’t know who I thought was on the other end of the line but this woman certainly isn’t what I had imagined. Petite and fair-skinned, her piercing blue eyes looked right through me as I told her who I was. Before I could say more, she grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. “There he is” she gestured, her arm sweeping to the side and her lips pursed. I could not believe he was wrapped up in a blanket, not a care in the world, while all this drama was unfolding around him. So much had already happened this morning and there he was, snoozing away. A loud snore interrupted my daydreams and the anger returned. “William” I grunted as I pulled the blanket back, I turned his face towards me and squeezed his cheeks together. His eyes fluttered and opened, his eye brows raised and a look of shock flashed across his face before vanishing, replaced with his classic non-chalant smirk that everyone knew-and hated. “Oh, good morning sister, to what do I owe this-” I grabbed him by his hoodie and his feet shuffled. “We’re going” I said sternly and brushed past Michelle. “Yes” Michelle said. “It’s not like I d
on’t have things to do, can’t you keep track of him and not let him, oh I don’t know, break into people’s homes!?” I bit my lip and turned. “No harm done” I mutter under my breath, gesturing to the one crumpled blanket on the couch. Everything else in the apartment was immaculate. If it wasn’t for the blanket, it was like William was never here at all. “I think I would rather stay here”. William says smugly. Michelle seems like a lot more fun that you do, sis” he grinned and looked her up and down. “I mean, I wouldn’t kick her off the couch, if you know what I mean.” He began to chuckle at his own joke and Michelle’s eyes widened. “I don’t need to start the day by getting hit on, she emphasized, by your 18-year-old, pathetic excuse for a human being, brother!” “Hey, don’t talk about him like that, he’s just a- “delinquent” Michelle interrupted, her eyebrows raised, waiting for me to agree. My temper was rising; I did not need this today. In fact, it was the very las thing I needed. I had no time to deal with William and argue with this perfect stranger. And damn, do I mean perfect. As she began to criticize me some more, I couldn’t help but notice her body. Her figure was out of this world amazing. Even angry, I could tell she had a good heart and I wondered what she would look like smiling at me, kissing me…but I snapped out of it because William interrupted my thoughts with his loud booming voice saying “I am staying with Michelle and there’s nothing you can do about it”. And he sat himself on the barstool and grabbed an apple out of a bowl.
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