“All right!” Becca interjected. “Let’s go to the couch, start over and take flirting off the table.” Taking hold of Drew’s shoulders, she steered them away from Kimberly, mouthing a ‘sorry’ over her shoulder.
Kimberly giggled. She actually giggled. Shaking her head, she took another bite of the Rangoon and grabbed her drink, following the clearly intoxicated duo. Drew and Becca sat on the couch together, and Kimberly made herself comfortable on one of the side chairs, balancing the Chinese food on one knee while she continued to eat and drink.
“What’d you guys do today?” she asked, conversationally.
“Becca studied,” Drew answered with a bored expression. “Then I finally convinced her to go out for a bit and relax. God knows she needs to relax more.” They pressed a hand on Becca’s thigh and downed the rest of their drink.
“Where’d you go?”
“Nowhere you’d probably know,” Becca said quickly.
Drew, on the other hand, didn’t seem to be so standoffish toward Kimberly and elaborated. “It’s this new gay techno club in downtown LA. This is their opening weekend.”
“Yeah, so we had to wait in line for an hour before they let us in,” Becca added.
Drew smiled and put their hands out in a hands-down gesture. “But it was amazing. Best club I’ve been to all year.”
Kimberly hummed. “I had heard of a new place opening. Downtown LA isn’t exactly where you want to be after dark, though.”
Both Drew and Becca shrugged. Kimberly let it slide. She finished her drink, noticed both Becca and Drew had already finished theirs and went to refill everyone’s. It might be unconventional to get drunk with her nanny and her nanny’s best friend, but if she were honest with herself, she had no other friends to get drunk with.
As soon as she sat down again, the conversation flowed easily. She finished her Chinese—well, Becca’s Chinese—and was feeling pleasantly dizzy when she went to throw away the empty cartons and make herself a fifth or sixth drink. Drew begged off for the bathroom, using the wall to balance as they went, and Becca stayed firmly in place on the couch.
When she returned, Kimberly sat next to Becca, their thighs touching as she settled onto the couch. She took a sip then commented, “I like them.”
“Drew?”
Kimberly nodded.
“They’ve been my friend for many years. They get me out of my head space when I need it.”
“Like tonight?” Kimberly asked.
“Yeah.” Becca finished what was left of her drink and set it on the coffee table. She put her hands together and held them tightly, her body tense.
Kimberly was relaxed as she settled in even more. Silence took them over for a bit before she turned to Becca. “Do you think Drew’s okay? They’ve been gone awhile.”
“Probably passed out. I’ll go check.”
Becca’s hips swayed from side to side as she walked away, which only made Kimberly smile. After a minute, she called to Kimberly.
“I may need your help for this one!”
Kimberly followed the path Becca had just taken. What she saw when she got to the door made her burst out laughing. Drew was passed out on the toilet, completely dressed. The water was running in the sink, and their head was pressed against the shower door. Becca moved into the small room, turned off the water and lifted Drew as much as she could.
“They’re too heavy,” Becca whined.
“Hold on.” Kimberly moved into the room, the walls spinning as the bright light hit her eyes. She grabbed Drew’s other arm to steady them before tapping their face lightly. They semi-woke up, and between her and Becca, they got them into Becca’s bed after what seemed like a mile-long walk down the hall.
Kimberly waited for Becca to get back after making sure Drew was settled. When Becca plopped down next to her, she giggled and put her head on Becca’s shoulder. “I think they’re going to have the world’s worst hangover in the morning.”
“Probably,” Becca responded.
Kimberly sighed and relaxed into Becca’s side as she finished her own drink. She could smell Becca’s light, fruity shampoo, even through the scent of alcohol and body sweat she’d accumulated at the club. Rubbing her lips back and forth, Kimberly closed her eyes. Becca didn’t move.
It was some time before Kimberly dared to shift. She checked her watch, noted it was nearly three in the morning and moved to sit up. Her head rushed. Moaning and leaning down, she blinked until she could mostly see clear. Becca also shifted. Kimberly wasn’t sure if they had fallen asleep or if they’d just fallen into a quiet lapse of comfortable silence.
When she moved to sit, she remained close to Becca. Before she knew what she was doing, Kimberly turned her head up and pressed her mouth to Becca’s lips. Pleasure coursed through her chest and down into her groin. Becca parted her lips, and Kimberly reached up and cupped her smooth cheek with her fingers, caressing her soft skin. Becca drew in a sharp breath.
Kimberly didn’t hesitate as she swept her tongue out against Becca’s lower lip, tasting the salt from rim of the glass Becca had been drinking from and the sourness from the lemon juice Kimberly had added to the mix. Kimberly sighed again and wrapped her hand behind Becca’s neck, pulling her impossibly closer. Becca melted.
Lying on the couch, Becca’s body covered hers, and Kimberly kept kissing her. She didn’t want it to end. Tingles moved in waves throughout her body every time Becca shifted and touched her accidentally in a new place. Their tongues entwined. Their breathing became quick. She lost count of how long they spent making out, but when she finally pulled away, she knew she wanted more.
“I want you,” Kimberly whispered as she trailed a hand down Becca’s back.
Becca moaned softly in an answer, but it wasn’t good enough. Kimberly kissed her again, but this time she pulled away and made sure she had Becca’s attention.
“I want you,” she repeated. “Will you let me have you?”
Letting out a groan, Becca put her forehead to Kimberly’s chest and calmed her breathing. Kimberly barely heard Becca’s response as she whispered, “Yes…” into her breast.
Lifting Becca’s chin with two fingers, Kimberly shook her head. “Say it like you mean it if you mean it. I’m not doing this if you don’t want me to.”
“Yes,” Becca answered firmly. “Please, Kimberly.”
Her name coming from Becca’s lips was her undoing. Crashing their lips together, Kimberly tugged Becca’s shirt up and over her head, dropping it somewhere on the floor. She didn’t care. All she wanted was to get her hands on Becca’s body, her mouth on her, wanted to tease her into orgasm after orgasm.
Kimberly scraped her nails lightly down Becca’s sides until she reached the waistband of her jeans. They were still locked together in a deep kiss, and Becca was shifting again. Breaking away, Kimberly pushed lightly at Becca’s shoulder and ordered, “Sit up.”
Becca complied. Kimberly followed and unclasped Becca’s bra deftly. With one single finger, she ran a feather-light touch over the exposed skin before she shoved Becca into the couch and loomed over her.
“It’s time to get these off.”
Plucking at the button of her jeans, Kimberly began to pull them off. Becca shimmied her hips to help. Kimberly ignored them as she dropped them to join Becca’s wayward shirt. Pressing Becca’s knee up against the back of the couch and her other down along the edge, she dropped a delicate kiss against Becca’s thigh.
“May I touch you?”
Becca’s eyes fluttered shut as she nodded, a blush creeping up her chest to her cheeks.
“Say it or I won’t do it,” Kimberly’s voice rang out in the still room.
Her eyes flew open. Becca reached forward and ran her fingers through Kimberly’s hair, scraping her nails against her scalp before she held her hand in position. “Touch me, Kimberly. Taste me. I want your mouth on me.”
Growling, Kimberly nipped the tender skin of Becca’s inner thigh lightly before she leaned down a
nd nuzzled her nose against Becca. The scent was glorious—musky, dark, wet. Moaning, she dared herself to dash her tongue out for just one taste, one blissful flavor of Becca to wipe away everything she had had that day, wash away the sting of her loss, the ache of her deep-seated isolation, the pain of being so alone.
Becca’s sharp intake of breath spurred her on. She used her tongue, she used her lips, she used her teeth—lightly, of course—and she used her fingers. She took Becca on a ride up and down, feeling her muscles tense and relax as she pulled back then amped her up again. When Becca finally gripped her hair, tugging hard, Kimberly tilted her head up to make eye contact.
“Stop teasing,” Becca ground out between clenched teeth.
Chuckling, Kimberly went to work, this time not playing games and pushing Becca straight over the edge. When she came, Becca cried out, her fingers still tightly wound in Kimberly’s long locks, her ankles crossed behind Kimberly’s back. Her stomach rippled as the orgasm shook through her body.
She came down from her high, and Kimberly continued to slow her movements, enjoying the last lingering flavor. When Becca finally moved her legs to allow Kimberly up, Kimberly stretched herself over Becca’s prone form and pressed her lips quickly to Becca’s mouth. “Was that enough? Or do you want more?”
Becca whimpered.
“I need words, my friend. Sounds do nothing to tell me what you want.”
Becca popped her eyes open, and their vibrant blue about knocked Kimberly on her butt. Becca was beautiful in the throes of sex. Still not speaking, Becca cupped both hands around Kimberly’s cheeks and drew her down for a long and deep kiss. When she broke away, she had a sly grin on her face.
“Again,” Becca demanded.
“At your command,” Kimberly whispered and kissed her way from Becca’s jaw to her neck and down over her breasts. Even through her drunkenness, she formulated a plan for exactly how she would have Becca this time. Just as she got between Becca’s legs, Becca stopped her with a palm to her forehead. Slightly miffed, Kimberly pulled away a bit, waiting to see what Becca had to say for herself.
“Take it off. It’s got too many buttons for my drunk fingers to handle. I want to see you.”
Cocking her head to the side, Kimberly laughed before she started in on her chef’s coat. Underneath she had on a thin tank. She tugged that over her head as soon as she could and dropped it with the rest of their clothes. Not hesitating again, she reached behind her and flicked the hook on her bra, dragging that over her arms until she was bare. Becca sat up, her lower lip pulled between her teeth as she reached for Kimberly’s chest.
“You can touch,” Kimberly stated matter-of-factly, but her voice was raspy from drinking and exhaustion.
Becca brushed her fingers over Kimberly, grinning at Kimberly’s vocal response. Kimberly let her have her way for a few minutes before she leaned forward again and pressed their mouths together in one more kiss. “I thought you wanted my way again.”
Humming, Becca smiled. “I do.”
“Then get on your knees.”
Kimberly waited while Becca shifted, her knees pressed firmly into the cushions while her elbows and arms hung on the arm of the couch. Kimberly licked slowly but firmly, reveling in Becca’s shudder. She explored as slow as she could, knowing Becca would likely be very sensitive.
“Do you mind,” Kimberly began, swallowing as she slid her finger farther up Becca’s ass, “if I taste here?”
Becca tensed. She turned her head to look at Kimberly, and Kimberly smiled, trying to be as gentle as possible. She waited patiently for an answer, not wanting to pressure Becca in any way. If she said no, then she said no, and Kimberly would move on to plan B, but if she said yes… She shuddered at the thought, her nipples hardening.
“I’d rather not, not this ti— I’d rather not.”
Kimberly’s heart skipped at beat at the words Becca had almost said. Guilt seeped into her chest as she sobered, but she was in as far as this. She would go the rest of the way. “Okay,” she answered. “New plan then.”
Standing straight up, Kimberly shucked her own pants and underwear. Becca awkwardly sat up, one leg curled under her body as she waited for directions. Bending down, Kimberly kissed her senseless, trying to rid the guilt from the corner of her mind as they continued. She grabbed Becca’s hand as she continued to kiss her and pressed it between her legs so Becca could feel just how wanted she was.
Becca moaned and tickled her fingers back and forth, sliding them through Kimberly’s slick heat. “I want us to do this together.”
Nodding, Becca shifted out of the way so Kimberly could lie down with her legs spread. Becca climbed over Kimberly going the opposite direction, her ass once again in the air. With one longing look at Kimberly, Becca bent her neck. Kimberly jerked at the first touch and willed her body to calm.
When Becca repeated the movement, Kimberly’s breath left her. “God, that feels so good.”
Humming, Becca continued. Kimberly let Becca work until she was beginning to lose her control. Not wanting to waste another second, she shifted her arms around Becca’s thighs and pulled her hips to her mouth. Together they moved in sync, using everything they had at their disposal in the position they were in. It wasn’t long before Kimberly burst over the edge of orgasm.
She breathed heavily on Becca’s body as she collected herself, but she didn’t want to waste time. As soon as she had her wits about her, she continued until Becca shuddered under her touch again. Once they were both calmed, Becca shifted around until she could lay alongside a sweaty Kimberly.
They kissed again, their lips slowing with the time of night and weariness. Kimberly drifted to sleep, her fingers in Becca’s hair and her other arm wrapped around her back, holding her tight.
Chapter Ten
The sound of retching reached Becca’s ears. Shifting her head, Becca tamped down her own nausea as it threatened to surface. The retching noise continued. She rubbed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep. Light filtered through the windows dimly, but it was there. Groaning, Becca shifted. She was on something soft, very warm and comfortable.
A chill ran over her, and she forced her hungover brain to focus. When she turned and pushed up, she panicked. She wasn’t sleeping on something. She was sleeping on someone. Fear welled up in her chest, the nausea this time not coming from the amount of alcohol she had consumed.
“Fuck,” she muttered.
As slowly as she could, she extracted herself from between Kimberly’s legs and stood up, wobbling from side to side. She braced a hand on the coffee table, bent down and gathered her clothes. She barely remembered what had happened, but she did remember pleasure and a general sense of peace. Clutching her clothes to her chest, she headed for her bedroom.
She changed into clean clothes and moved to the bathroom. Drew was sprawled on the floor, their eyes closed and their face pale. She ordered an Uber and went to work at sobering Drew up enough to get in the vehicle and to their apartment. It didn’t take long before she and Drew were sliding into the car, her backpack with extra clothes and her schoolwork shoved down by her feet as she gave the driver directions.
Once they got into Drew’s small apartment, Becca put them to sleep with two bottles of water. She chugged her own water and lay carefully down on the couch to stare up at the ceiling. She’d covered Kimberly with a warm blanket before she’d left, but her boss hadn’t even stirred. Becca put a hand to her eyes. Her boss.
I slept with my boss.
While it had been glorious from what she remembered and something she most definitely had wanted, she’d had sex with her boss. Fear clenched around her heart as she stayed motionless on the couch. Nothing good could come from this. Briefly, she wondered if that was why all the other previous nannies had been fired or quit—sleeping with the boss, sexual advancements from the boss, sexual harassment.
The thought lingered in her brain for at least an hour before she mostly dismissed it. She had wanted to have sex wi
th Kimberly. She’d wanted it for almost as long as she had known the woman. Unsure of what to do and knowing she couldn’t make rational decisions yet, Becca turned on her side to face the back of the couch and willed her body into sleep. She needed more time, and luckily, she had all weekend.
* * * *
Kimberly stirred awake with the sun shining bright on her face. Her mouth was dry and cottony, the leftover alcohol lingering in the center back of her tongue. Swallowing to try and rid herself of the awful flavor, she sat up. The blanket covering her fell around her waist, and a cool breeze touched her chest. She was naked. Blinking to clear her eyes, she noticed that she was on her couch with a thin, fluffy blanket half-covering her form. Her clothes were strewn about on the floor, but only her clothes were there. The house felt overwhelmingly empty.
Rubbing sleep from her eyes, Kimberly steadied herself on the edge of the couch as she attempted to figure out what had happened. She was sore. And she was sore in places she hadn’t been in years. Pursing her lips, she gripped the blanket in her hand, balling it in her fist.
“Oh. My. God.”
Guilt pummeled her and almost knocked her flat. She covered her face with her hands, her hair cascading around her as she tried to hide from the world. She’d had sex with her nanny, with a woman she employed, with her son’s caretaker, with someone she truly admired. While she didn’t think it had been coerced in any form, the boundaries she had crossed were immeasurable.
She’d been told by Kiddie Academy that if Becca were to quit or if she were to fire her, they wouldn’t work with Kimberly any longer. This was her last chance before having to start all over again from scratch. She was sure the color had drained from her cheeks as the realization hit.
She very well had just screwed herself over—and Michael. God, Michael. He loved Becca. She was the first caretaker he had clung to and seemed to get along with. Becca, while she had her quirks, was excellent for teaching Michael, for taking care of him like Kimberly would have done had she been home each day.
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