Lexington Connection (2 page)

Jessie broke away from Diana’s lips, held her still by the hair. She shivered, shuddered as Diana watched her through half-closed eyes. Deliberately, as if waiting for Diana to stop her, Jessie returned, her lips just as warm and as promising as Diana had anticipated. Then she broke away and Diana turned her face away. Jessie left a trail of kisses along Diana’s jawline, along her sensitive neck as Diana pushed Jessie’s shirt off her shoulders so she could caress the sides of Jessie’s slight breasts.

“You keep doing that,” Jessie warned, “and something’s going to happen.”

“Promise?” Diana leaned back, exposing her throat as she reveled in the sensations that Jessie’s lips elicited. She dropped her hands down to unsnap, unzip Jessie’s jeans. Wetness greeted her fingers as Jessie groaned in her ear, leaned against the wall. She didn’t let go of Diana and in seconds she turned Diana’s face back to her to kiss her passionately.

Diana pushed away from the wall and Jessie moved back. If they didn’t head for the bed soon, she was going to sink to the floor. She felt Jessie’s fingers fumble and then a hand on her breast. “Oh, God,” she murmured, moving in against that hand, those fingers massaging and pinching and promising.

“You got a bedroom?” Jessie muttered into Diana’s neck. Diana shuddered, struggling to think coherently and not just be swept away with Jessie’s touch. They did an awkward, stumbling, dancing two-step into the bedroom, refusing to let go of each other, unable to get in step.

As they stood at the foot of the bed, Jessie pulled off Diana’s blouse, her bra, taking Diana’s face in her hands to kiss her. Diana just as quickly, as awkwardly, pulled Jessie’s shirt and jeans off.

“Tell me what you like,” Jessie said as she crawled over Diana on the bed, her thigh moving high between Diana’s legs.

Diana’s fingers tangled in Jessie’s hair. “You,” she said. “Anyway, anyhow. Take me, love me, fuck me.” She shuddered as Jessie stroked her, light caresses over her arms, her legs. She whimpered as Jessie’s tongue caressed her nipples. She closed her eyes, which intensified the sensations that were lightning flashes down to her clit. Jessie slowly moved down her and Diana felt she could come apart. Jessie held her, firm hands, a strong yet gentle touch. Just when Diana thought she couldn’t stand it anymore, Jessie parted her lips and sank in against her.

She came sudden and hard but Jessie didn’t stop. Diana rose up on her elbows, parting her legs to watch Jessie, who looked up at her without leaving her. Diana’s head tipped back and she closed her eyes again, lost in the exquisite pleasure. Then she felt the penetration, the thrust, the withdrawal, and it was enough to take her over the edge again. She collapsed onto her back, gripping the coverlet with one hand and reaching for Jessie’s head with the other.

She was shuddering, trying to catch her breath, Jessie’s legs wrapped around her, Jessie’s arms wrapped around her. “Oh, God,” she muttered, shaking her head as she came down from that marvelous high, feeling Jessie still against her. She arched, lifted and turned, so that Jessie was on her back. She smiled at Jessie’s surprise when she looked up at Diana. “I want to please you,” Diana said breathlessly.

Jessie opened, offering as Diana straddled her, took her wrists and pinned them down against the bed. Diana bent down to suck the darker upright nipple, then worked her way down Jessie, tongue touching, tasting until she lay between Jessie’s legs. She listened to Jessie, used the sounds to guide her toward Jessie’s need. When she let go of Jessie’s wrists, sought out her center, felt her wetness, Jessie’s hands entangled in her hair, pushing her where Jessie wanted her to go. Taste, penetration, feeling the woman open for her, arch against her, the frantic movements that Diana managed to move with, the crest, the outcry that Jessie quickly muffled by pulling the pillow over her face, and then the spasm as she came, sudden, hard, gripping Diana’s hand to hold her in place.

When the aftershocks finished and Diana could withdraw, she crawled up to lay beside Jessie, their heads on the pillows as they watched each other. “You said,” Diana was able to speak with some sanity now, “there was something I needed to know. What was that?”

“I don’t remember,” Jessie confessed.

Diana laughed, reaching up to touch Jessie’s cheek. She felt unbelievably light, free. “You are marvelous.”

“You’re pretty good yourself.” Jessie reached for her, slid her arm around Diana, pulled her close so they were nestled against each other. “This theory we’re testing, is it proven on just one trial or does it take multiple tests?”

“Confirmation tests are always good.”

“Maybe in slower, exacting detail?” She cupped her hand around Diana’s breast.

“We do want to check out all the contingencies.” She pulled Jessie down to her breast. She closed her eyes, intensifying the feeling of Jessie’s hand sliding down her side, her hips, down her thigh. This was just what she wanted, if it got any better, she’d shove Jessie in a suitcase and take her home with her. And then Jessie moved against her and she didn’t think anymore.

***

Diana woke up, stretching, reaching and coming awake when she felt the empty bed. “No,” she said sharply and sat up to see Jessie standing at the corner of the bed, already dressed. “Oh, tell me you’re not leaving.”

Jessie shrugged. “Got to. Big doings in town this weekend and I have a part-time job at one of the horse farms. I was just trying to decide whether to leave you a note or wake you.”

“Oh!” The disappointment was sharp, unexpected. Diana got out of bed, not caring about her nudity. “I’m so glad I woke up then. I’d have been so disappointed to wake up and find you gone.” She approached Jessie and slid her arms around her neck. “Do you really have to go?”

Jessie pulled her arms down. “Yes, I really have to go.” Just the same, she didn’t look disappointed at Diana’s coaxing.

“I mean,” Diana said in a coy voice that she didn’t believe was coming from her, “I knew this wouldn’t be more than just a one-night stand, you don’t have to make excuses.” She ran her hand up Jessie’s arm. “But I’m only in town for the weekend. We could make it a weekend fling. If you want to. No strings. Just warm memories in our golden years.”

Jessie chuckled. “And I thought you were a reserved little tourist who just stumbled into the wrong bar.” She shook her head.

“I can be, if that’s that you want,” Diana said with a sideways look at Jessie. Then she stepped away and slid open the closet door for her silken kimono. “Or I can be more forward.” She slipped into the knee-length kimono and turned back to face Jessie, who had a bemused expression on her face as she watched Diana. “I thought last night was great. Besides being a beautiful woman, you proved Mama’s theory correct. I’d love to spend more time with you. No strings. Just a good time. But if you’ve got things to do and places to go, then that’s fine too. Last night was truly a pleasure.”

Jessie shook her head in an amused way. “Can’t get more direct than that.” She wrapped her arms around Diana when Diana came back to her this time. “It was great for me too, but I do have to work. How about dinner tonight? Maybe tomorrow I could give you a tour of the area. How does that sound?”

“Wonderful.” Diana didn’t hesitate. This woman was something to enjoy. She wasn’t going to bypass this opportunity.

“I’ve got to run. Pick you up here tonight. Okay?”

Tonight.
Diana shivered with gleeful anticipation as she stepped into her shower a few minutes later.
Damn, I never expected anything like this!
She had thought it was going to be a dull time when Papa had asked this favor. Of course, she would do anything Papa asked for…but Lexington? She let the hot water run over her as she closed her eyes and thought about Jessie’s hands on her. Long and lean. God, she loved women like that. Firm touch, like she knew what she was doing, confidence in herself. A certain amount of boldness. None of this hesitation, tentative stuff. Give and take. No, Jessie was the best she had found in a long time, a long long time.

Diana shivered as she turned off the water and stepped out. She wrapped the towel around herself and stared at herself in the full-length mirror. Sometimes she wished she were tall and lean like the women she was attracted to, but she liked being an inch or so shorter; then she fit better against them. And she liked having some meat on her bones, a cushion, although she guessed that as she aged, she might have a problem with the weight. That was a future she really didn’t worry about now.

She dried herself, still examining herself in the mirror. She had nice legs. Was Jessie a leg woman? She hadn’t said anything about Diana’s appearance. Maybe she liked asses. Diana turned around to examine her tush. She wasn’t bad in that department, considering she hated exercising. She turned back around, cupped her breasts. Jessie had caressed her breasts, oh, Lord, that had been nice. She was glad that she wasn’t so big in that area either; she knew that some of the sensitivity was sometimes lost. She shook off this self-assessment. What difference did it make anyway? In all likelihood, she would not be back to Lexington. If goofis hadn’t been driving around with a broken taillight, he wouldn’t have gotten pulled over. And if he hadn’t gotten pulled over, he wouldn’t have gotten nailed. So the odds of her coming back to Lexington were somewhere between slim and none. She looked in the mirror again. Vanity, Margaret said it was. Beauty didn’t last and she supposed Margaret was right. She’d seen a lot of good-looking women who had nothing when they lost their looks. Papa’s holdings were littered with them.

She leaned forward to examine her face, just the same. Dark curly hair, the high cheekbones, the tawny skin, the slanted green eyes. Past lovers had said she had an exotic look, and Diana had been flattered. She didn’t want to be like everyone else; she liked being different. But that had its drawbacks too. She liked being attractive; she didn’t want to be memorable. That could be dangerous.

Diana realized as she dressed that Jessie hadn’t been impressed with the suite. Diana wasn’t even sure that she had seen it, but then wait, Jessie had been up before Diana had woken up.

Stupid!
She should have thought of that. Diana hurriedly went through her luggage, checking. Not that there was anything there this time, but she still should have been more careful. No, it didn’t look like anything had been touched. All her little traps were still intact. She paused, nodding. That was good. Trusting could be dangerous in more ways than one.

Her mind went back to Jessie. Another good sign was that Jessie had gotten up and showered. She said she was going to the job. Responsible. Didn’t let a night’s drinking and carousing detour her from her responsibilities. Diana nodded. Promising. Then she had suggested dinner, so she wasn’t hiding from anyone. Had offered to give Diana a tour. That meant there was something else on her mind besides bed sports. On the whole, Jessie did appear promising. She might even be a keeper. If only Diana were around.

Realistically, it was only a Friday night pickup, a one-night stand. She had been on both sides of the coin for one-night stands, and she was well aware that sometimes it was never more than one night. Yet she found herself remembering a movement, a touch, a look. Jessie had definitely made an impression on her, on her libido. She had never had anyone affect her like this. One full night of lovemaking and she still had a hunger for the good-looking dyke. She really wanted Jessie to show up again.

She spent the day being a tourist. The Hunt-Morgan House, the walking tour of downtown, the Henry Clay House. Weather was pleasant, temperature was good. Diana made sure she was back at the hotel by three, anticipating with a tingling pleasure.

When early evening came and no Jessie, she was first disappointed but tried to be philosophical. As much as she enjoyed Jessie she could chalk her up to experience. After all, what could she expect from a one-night stand? She was getting ready to order a movie when there was a knock at her door.

“Hi,” she greeted her, trying not to sound too eager. She drank in the sight of Jessie like a tall drink of cool water, a cliché she knew, but oh, my. “And how did your day go?”

“Busy. Big day for the farm. Did you see anything of the races?”

“Well, I had to see what the big doings were in town,” Diana answered, although she hadn’t.

“And how was your day otherwise?”

“Oh, this and that,” Diana said with a smile. “Got all my little details done. I like to have everything taken care of so I’m not rushed. All free and clear now.”

“I thought I’d show you our women’s bar. It’s out on the edge of town. That is, if you’re still interested. I thought we’d go out for dinner and then to the bar, maybe some dancing.”

“I’m in your hands,” Diana answered with a smile.

Diana did another assessment as they approached Jessie’s vehicle. Without really considering it, she had expected a passenger car, not the Jeep Cherokee. Then again, she watched Jessie unlock the passenger door for her, Jessie might have looked strange in a car. The Jeep Cherokee fit, a little rugged, sporty, town and country, yeah, it was a good fit.

“You travel a lot?” Jessie asked after she got behind the wheel.

“Pretty much.”

“Thought I’d take you to something local. I always hate going somewhere and eating at the same kind of place that I could have gone to here.” She looked over at Diana with a smile.

The restaurant was a local steak house, very tied into the local horse scene as Diana surmised from the pictures and décor. Earth tones, horse pictures, riders, racing saddles on the railings. Diana had to smile.

“Did I miss something?” Jessie asked as they sat in the wooden booth set up like a horse stall.

“When I was in France, I was on a tour with some exchange students,” Diana started as she opened the menu. “Marie was the tour leader, she was an American but spoke excellent French. She—we were having a meal at one of the pensions and Madam Derosiers said something that none of us could catch but Marie just got this strange look. She gave some answer and we went on. She told us later that Madam was just asking if we like the mean, which was very good. I knew there was something Marie wasn’t saying and I got her alone later. She finally told me that the Madam had asked if we liked the meal, she understood that horsemeat was not knowingly served in America.”