Page 6 of Summer Sweethearts
Chewing my nail, I glance at the time on my phone again while sitting on my front porch. She’s fifteen minutes late, and I’m pretty sure she’s not coming. I mean, she called and told me she was running behind thanks to a last-minute customer. To me, that meant like five minutes, maybe seven. But we are heading closer to the twenty-minute mark, and I’m getting nervous. Maybe she decided this wasn’t what she wanted and just didn’t want to tell me. Maybe she got into an accident on the way here and is in the hospital.
We text messaged back and forth all day and she had me smiling ear to ear the whole time. Dwight actually asked what was wrong with me because of my chipper attitude. I tell myself I’m worrying for nothing, and she’ll be here like she said she would.
A horn honking snaps me out of my what-if rabbit hole. Looking up, I see Jessica pulling into my driveway, waving like a lunatic. I get up from my chair and walk to her car, smiling like the Cheshire cat. Getting into her car, I quickly buckle my seatbelt and set my purse in my lap. “Sorry, I was so late. I ran home after that customer to feed Macaroni. I shouldn’t have, but whatever.” She rolls her eyes as she backs out of my driveway and begins the drive to Double B’s.
“So you already ate? I thought Bayley was having this thing catered?” I ask.I don’t mean to sound snippy, but why would she eat before?
Throwing her head back, she barks out a laugh, and I stare at her, confusion covering my face. “Macaroni is my spoiled, rotten, fat tabby cat.”
I joined in on her laughing because I never would have guessed she named her cat Macaroni. “Oh, that makes sense. Don’t worry about it, I only panicked a little that you changed your mind.”Why the hell did I just tell her that? Foot meet mouth.She barks out another laugh and grabs my hand, giving it a squeeze.
“Loretta, changing my mind about you is one thing I don’t think I’ll ever do,” she tells me, and I blush at her admission. She gives me a smile and we ride the rest of the way to the party in a comfortable silence.
When we get to Bayley’s shop, Jessica parks and hurries out of the car, coming around to open my door for me. Taking my hand, she leads us to the door and once again holds it open for me as I enter. “Ladies, welcome! We’re just getting ready to eat, and then I’ll begin the dildo presentation!” Bayley shouts from across the room. “Come grab a plate and find a seat, and I’ll get this show on the road.”
Jessica looks at me and chuckles. I give her a shrug as we make our way to a table covered in food. Filling our plates, we grab a seat on an empty couch. “What do you want to drink? I’ll go grab us something,” Jessica asks.
I put a hand in front of my mouth since I had just taken a bite, and tell her, “Surprise me. Just make it fruity or sweet.”
“Done.” She turns and heads toward the counter that is lined with drinks and mixers. Minutes later, she’s back and handing me a cup of something pink that smells like a Starburst. Lifting the cup to my lips, I take a sip and hum at the taste of the fruity cocktail. Jessica takes her seat beside me once more, and Bayley calls the room to attention to begin her demonstration.
The demonstration was a riot, and my face hurts from smiling so much. I’d have to say my favorite part was Bayley calling Cara up to give us a live demo on how to use a double-sided dildo. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard in my life. “Thank you for coming tonight, and I hope you all find a little something to take home with you. Please, stay, drink, and dance!” Bayley claps and dims the lights in the store as the music begins to play.
“Wanna dance?” I ask as I stand up and extend a hand out to Jessica. She doesn’t answer me, just lets me lead her to the dance floor. I throw my hands above my head and move my hips in a slow circle. Changing pace with the song, I roll my hips in a figure-eight motion and move my hands sensually up my body.
The night continues with me dancing with Cara, Bea, and Bayley. Jessica joins us occasionally, but more often than not, she is chatting with people on the edge of the dance floor. However, my girl has been very attentive to me. Every time I try to leave the dance floor, she swoops in and gets me whatever I need. It’s so fucking cute. Needless to say, I’m full and tipsy, but I’m having the best time.
WhenYou Stupid Bitchby Girl In Red plays, I flip my hair and put my hands on my knees as I pop my hips back and forth. Two hands landing on my hips and a body pushing in tight against my back has me whirling around. “Hi,” I whisper, as I wrap my arms around Jessica’s neck, resting my forehead against hers.
“Hey, Lor. Are you having a good time?” she asks. I bite my lip and nod. “Good.”
She holds me against her as I move my hips and arms to the music. When the song finishes, I’m hot, sweaty, and I have to pee something fierce. “I need to use the ladies’ room.” I wiggle away from Jessica and turn to make my way to the bathroom. Getting inside the bathroom, I quickly do my business and wash my hands. After I dry them, I turn the sink back on and wet some paper towels. I’m dabbing my face with the cool paper when I hear the door handle rattle. “Occupied!” I call out, but the door opens anyway.Shit, I forgot to lock it.
I turn to see who came in after I said I was in here; I see Jessica. “What are you doing in here?” I whisper as she steps closer to me.
“I wanted to get you alone.” She cages me against the counter as she puts a hand on either side of my hips against the counter.
“Why? Is everything okay?” My eyes flicker back and forth between hers, trying to figure out what’s happening.
“Well, I didn’t want to share this first with anyone else. I wanted it to be just us,” she tells me. I don’t have a moment to respond or even think before her lips meet mine. She slides her tongue against the seam of my lips, and I open, allowing our tongues to dance together in a wild expression of passion. She tastes like strawberries, and I groan as I deepen the kiss. Her hands move; one tangles in my hair, holding me to her lips, and the other, she rests on my side. I lean back, bracing my hands on the counter behind me.
She pulls back and stares into my eyes. “You taste like cherries, babe, and I can’t help but wonder if that’s you or your fruity drinks tonight.”
I sigh, lost for words. “Is that what you didn’t wanna share?” I ask when my brain catches up with my mouth.
“Yeah, I didn’t want our first kiss to be in a room full of people. I wanted it to be just us.”
“O-oh-kay,” I whisper and immediately feel like a moron since that’s all that came to mind. She smiles at me before tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.
“Be mine, Loretta. I’ve had a crush on you since I moved to town. I can’t let you go… so be mine.”
“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend? To go steady?” I giggle, and then slam a hand over my mouth because,what the fuck?
“Yeah,” she laughs. “That’s exactly what I’m doing.”
“But I’m so much older than you. That’s not an issue for you?”
“Not at all. But know this, Loretta… I may be younger than you, but I am not submissive and easy just because I’m young. I want to own you, to possess you. I want to bring you so much pleasure and make you crave me in every way I do you.” I stare at her, not quite knowing how to respond at this moment.
