Page 7 of Summer Sweethearts
“Is that an issue?” she asks cautiously, almost sounding shy, which is strangely enduring because she was so assertive with her statement just before. I shake my head.
“Words, Loretta, I need your words.”
“No,” I murmur. “I want you too, and being yours sounds really fucking good.”
Her lips slam against mine again, this time with more teeth and tongue than before. “We should get you home, baby. You’re kinda drunk, and I want you to remember that you’re mine when you wake up.” She grabs my hand and pulls me from the bathroom. We make no stops as she drags me to the door to leave. Our friends are catcalling and hollering as we pass, and I know my face is beet red.
“Take a double-headed dildo for the road!” Bayley yells, and I can hear Cara and Bea cackling.Assholes!Jessica doesn’t answer, just opens the door, and we leave Double B’s.
Jessica opens my door, helps me into the car, and buckles my belt around me before she gets behind the wheel to drive back to my house.
Holy fuck.In the span of a week, I went from spying on this woman through the stacks of books and crushing hard on her to her asking me to be her girlfriend. What is this life?
LORETTA
Jessica is coming over tonight so we can watch the season finale of Poker Face. In a conversation earlier this week, we found out we are both loving the show, and I asked if she wanted to come over tonight to watch it with me. We both have work tomorrow, so I thought it was an easy, low-key way of getting to see my girl. It’s been a few days since Jessica asked me to be hers, and we’ve had lunch together every day since but it still feels crazy to think that we’re together.
I’m busy myself around the house doing some last-minute tidying before making sure the chips-and-dip and meat-and-cheese trays are on the coffee table, ready for us to snack on. A knock on the door has me straightening my shirt, and I anxiously go to open it. “Hey, come in,” I greet Jessica. She steps into the house and instantly grasps my hips, pulling me into her as she kisses me. I close my eyes and sigh contently as her lips graze mine, which has her smiling against my mouth.
“Hey, babe, are you ready to watch Natasha Lyonne on the screen?” she asks as she moves past me further into my house, setting her bag on the table by my couch.
“I got us some snacks set out already, but I didn’t know what you’d want to drink. There’s pop, water, wine, and if I look, I’m sure I can find some beers.” I help her shrug her sweater off and throw it over the back of the couch. Being mid-May, it’s finally warming up, but in the evenings, it’s still sweater weather.
“A pop is fine, anything but diet, please,” she replies and walks around to the front of the couch to sit down. “Mind if I turn the TV on and get the show ready?”
“No, go ahead. I’ll be right back. Make yourself at home.” I leave her in the living room and go to the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing two Dr. Peppers. Returning to the living room, I sit next to Jessica, handing her one pop before opening mine, and taking a drink.
I grab a handful of snacks from the table and lean back. “So I wanna ask you something, but I don’t want it to be weird.”
“I’m an open book, so shoot,” she replies.
“You seem so sure of yourself, but you say I make you nervous. Am I the first woman you’ve been with?” I ask, praying I’ve not offended or ruined the night.
She barks out a laugh. “No, I’ve been with women before. Actually, I’ve dated both men and women. It’s never concerned me what’s between someone’s legs. I just like people.”
“Same. What about serious relationships?”
“Wow, we are just diving in deep tonight. Umm, nothing serious. I dated this guy for like six months a few years ago, but he broke it off, saying he was still into his ex. Otherwise, I’ve not met anyone worth being serious with, until now,” she smiles at me.
“Sorry, it’s just I’m not looking for a fling. I want to start a life with someone. So I just wanted to see where your head was at. I had a serious boyfriend in my late twenties. He got a job out of town and instead of asking me to go with him, he broke it off. It devastated me at the time, but everything happens for a reason. I got over it and dated here and there, but in this small town, it’s hard to meet someone.”
“Good. I’m glad he was an idiot because that means I get you now,” she purrs, and I feel my panties grow wet. I swallow hard, trying to ignore how turned on this woman gets me.
“We should start the show,” I whisper. I hear her chuckle before she hits play, and we turn our focus to the television.
Halfway through the episode, I fidget, trying to find a comfortable position to sit in. Jessica must sense I’m restless because she wraps an arm around my shoulder and pulls me closer to her. I’m nestled up into her side with my legs curled up to the side and can’t help but let out a grateful sigh. We stay like that, cuddled together on the couch as the show finishes. “Ugh, I can’t wait until the next season. I love Charlie’s character.” Standing from the couch, I begin to pick up the leftover snacks and our pop cans. Jessica gets up and helps, grabbing things and following me to the kitchen. Quickly, I put the dips back in the fridge and bag up the leftover meat and cheese, putting it away as well. I close the fridge and spin to see what else needs to be done, but Jessica is directly in front of me.
She backs me up against the fridge and slants her lips over mine. Our tongues slide back and forth between our mouths as we kiss like this is our last. Jessica nips my bottom lip and kisses down my neck, sucking and biting as she goes. Her left hand slides up my side to cup my breast over the shirt, and I moan at the contact. “Stay,” I whisper and immediately pull back so I can look into her eyes. Slight panic runs through my body as I worry about the implication of what it means that I just blurted out that I want her to stay.
Jessica, though, doesn’t miss a beat. She kisses me quickly on the lips. “Take me to your room, Loretta. I’m going to fucking worship you, baby.” My whole body shivers, and I resist the urge to grab her hand and run full speed to my room. I lead her down the hall to my room, and no sooner than we get inside, Jessica has my arms above my head while pulling my shirt off. “Tell me to stop, Loretta. Tell me to slow down. If this is too fast or not something you want, say something now. Because I want you so bad that I’m going to brand the taste of you on my tongue.”
“Yes,” is all I manage to get out. I want this, her, just as much. So much so that I don’t have the ability to form more words than that right now. Her hands snake around my torso before she unsnaps my bra, letting my tits free. She quickly palms my breasts, giving them an appreciative squeeze that makes her groan with need. She doesn’t linger there too long. Instead, she moves on to grabbing the waistband of my leggings and pulls them down my legs. I step out of them as she kisses me, walking me backward toward my bed.
I grab the bottom of her shirt, pulling it off over her head, only to find out that she went without a bra tonight. I cup her tits in my hands and run the pads of my thumbs over her nipples, bringing them to a stiff peak. Leaning forward, I suck a nipple into my mouth and circle my tongue around her bud. Jessica tangles a hand in my hair, holding me to her as I suction my lips around her harder, eliciting a moan from her. Moving my hands to her jeans, I unbuckle them and shimmy them, along with her panties, down her legs as far as I can while still being held to her breast. She kicks her bottoms the rest of the way off and pulls me gently by the hair away from her dusty nipples.
Giving me a peck on the lips, she moves around me and lies down on my bed. Her shimmering tan skin and brown hair piled on her head make her seem like an exotic siren. She looks relaxed, but her eyes are full of desire. “Come,” she commands me, and I move on top of her, straddling her body as I kiss her again. She breaks the kiss and looks into my eyes. “Further.” She crooks a finger, motioning me up her body more as she leans up, nipping my small pink nipple with her teeth. My body is on fire already with the attention she has given me. “More,” she says again.
I look at her, confused. “Where am I supposed to be?” She reaches up and grabs my hips, pulling me forward so it positions my pussy right over her face. I grab hold of the headboard and look down at her. She looks me directly in the eyes as she sticks her tongue out and runs it through my soaked folds. “Oh, fuck!” I cry, tightening my grip on the headboard. Jessica doesn’t stop; if anything, my cries only spur her on more as she eats my pussy like it’s a five-star buffet. She sucks my clit into her mouth hard, and I detonate, riding her face as I scream my release.
