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“If you’re thinking of a sample, I’d wait,” Neve said behind
her. “A lot of people don’t realize it could burn you if it hasn’t cooled.”

Judy scraped the whisk over the bowl and set it on a spoon
rest. She turned in time to see Neve screw the cap on a whipped cream
dispenser. She let out a short gasp as images formed in her mind of Neve’s
gorgeous bare breasts covered in fluffy, sweet cream. Her nipples tightened and
her pussy gave a squeeze in anticipation of a sweet feast.

Neve looked up at her and smiled. “I know what you’re
thinking, and you’re dead on.” She looked back toward the sales area, paused,
then slipped away quickly. The lights in the store dimmed and soft music
started playing on the overhead speakers. “Hope it’s not too distracting,” Neve
said when she returned with a few buttons from her blouse undone. The flash of
a lacy bra caught Judy’s attention.

“Have you ever…done anything like this before?” Judy
instantly regretted the question. The last thing she wanted was to stir up
memories of Neve’s ex-girlfriend. She relaxed, however, when Neve laughed it
off.

“Not here, but back in college I had a bit of fun with a few
dorm mates.” Neve shook the dispenser and tested the spout, spraying a dollop
of cream on her finger. She licked it off and Judy felt her clit throb. “You
know the story, finals week and everybody’s punchy. We bought boxes of snack
cakes and chocolate syrup, and the next thing you know it’s a three-way
buffet.”

The things she’d missed by not going to college. Judy
smiled, then gasped when Neve undid the rest of her blouse.

“The ganache should be cooled by now.” Neve crooked her head
in invitation. “Let’s try it.”

They piled all their clothes on a step-stool near the
walk-in refrigerator. Tiny nubbins on the rubber floor mats poked Neve’s bare
feet, but she rather enjoyed the sensation. Completely naked in her bakery
kitchen, she felt free from the day’s stress and headaches. Having Judy here,
simply luscious without special toppings, definitely made up for the problems
they had to deal with earlier.

Neve moved closer and palmed Judy’s breast, rolling the
tight nipple between her fingers. She pressed her thighs together as her body
reacted, her pussy aching. “Damn it,” she said, “I didn’t think to ask if you
had any allergies.” A bite of the wrong thing and they’d end up explaining this
to a couple of bemused EMTs.

“I’m good. I’ll eat just about anything,” Judy said. She
caressed Neve’s shoulder and seemed to study the dip in her collarbone. The
quiet moment led perfectly into a kiss, and the two melded together—curves met
curves, and the brush of one’s nipple against the other’s sent the electricity
zinging between them. Another minute of that and Neve thought she might buckle.

Her hand slid down to cup Judy’s firm, bare ass, then around
to her pussy. The young woman was already wet. Neve hooked two fingers into her
and rubbed, causing Judy to whine. Neve continued to kiss her, and trailed her
lips down Judy’s jawline to her neck, tasting as much skin as possible. Each
nip and lick left her hungry for more.

“Here.” She guided Judy to lean over the huge table with her
legs spread apart. This gave Neve a lovely rear view of her smooth, swollen
pussy lips. She stroked them and licked Judy’s wetness from her fingers. The
salty taste would have perfectly matched a caramel topping, but Neve wanted
something more decadent. She grabbed the whipped cream dispenser and sprayed a
line down the crack of Judy’s ass.

Judy twitched. “Ooh, that’s…interesting.”

Just you wait
. Neve knelt to lap up the sweet stuff
from bottom to top. Judy moaned in response, more so when Neve parted her
cheeks and spritzed a white star on Judy’s puckered pink hole. Neve rimmed her
ass long after she’d licked away the cream, all the while rubbing Judy’s clit.
She kept fast to her pleasure despite Judy’s quivering.

“God, I could come right now,” she cried out.

Neve leaned back. “Not yet. Turn around and sit.” Neve
straightened and slapped the tabletop, then dipped two fingers into the
ganache. The chocolate was still warm but not scalding. Neve liked the silky
texture and couldn’t wait to try it.

Judy perched on the edge of the heavy table with her thighs
spread to display her pussy. Her inner labia glistened and Neve could see her
swollen clit poking out from its hood. One touch might send Judy to the moon.

Carefully, Neve smeared chocolate over Judy’s mound, leaving
a tiny sweet dot for her nub. Judy hissed in a breath but seemed to hold up
well. “Too hot?” Neve asked. Judy shook her head and bit her lip. With a smile,
Neve lowered herself.

“Mmmm…” The combination of Judy’s unique flavor and the
chocolate proved a winner. Neve sucked every sweet speck from her pussy and
tongued her wet opening to pick up on other tastes. She saved the clit for
last, laving it softly while Judy writhed above her. Chocolate ganache from her
fingers marked Judy’s thigh as she gripped for balance.

“C-coming,” Judy warned, but Neve stayed close when the
tremors took over her lover’s body. Judy cried out her orgasm and Neve kissed
her throbbing nether lips and the fleshy softness of her thighs.

She stood and Judy grabbed her for a deep kiss, swirling
chocolate and passion between them. If she could capture that in a recipe, Neve
would keep it to herself for a regular indulgence.

“Please,” Judy begged. “Let me…”

Neve laughed and dipped into the bowl again. She topped her
hardened nipples with the ganache and thrust her chest forward for Judy to
sample. The move brought forth a guttural laugh as Judy cupped the underside of
one breast to lick. Rather than devour her, though, Judy sought to tease. The
tip of her tongue traced the edge of the fleshy chocolate kiss, leaving behind
a small trail of goose bumps. Her lips lingered over the nipple as she swiped
up the dark-brown icing. Judy repeated the action with the other breast, only
that time bit the hardened bud.

Neve squealed at that. “What would you like to try next?”
she asked. “Still some whipped cream left.” She pointed the dispenser’s nozzle
at her pussy.

“There’s a thought, but…” Judy braced the heels of her hands
against the table. “How sturdy is this? Will it hold both of us?”

When Neve nodded, Judy scooted back and lay across the cold
steel. “Put on some chocolate,” she said. “You know where.”

Neve stroked her breasts where Judy’s touch had lingered.
Tiny sparks shot through her veins, stimulating various points in her body,
especially her pussy. The anticipation of Judy loving her more intimately left
Neve quivering, so much that she nearly tipped the bowl off its trivet when she
reached for it.

She scooped up a larger dollop of ganache and iced her mound
like an inverted cupcake. The chocolate between her legs made it a challenge to
move, but she managed to get herself onto the table. Judy lay flat, rubbing her
own pussy and tits while she waited, and Neve straddled her, facing Judy’s
legs.

“Oh yum,” Judy said on a sigh, and Neve lowered her pussy
for better access. Supporting herself on the palms of her hands, Neve arched
her back and closed her eyes. She focused completely on Judy’s touch—the
fingers massaging her cheeks and anus, the tongue lapping her pussy lips. Each
stroke nudged her closer to the precipice of what promised to be a bone-melting
orgasm, and every tap to her clit stabbed at her senses.

When she finally came, it happened with a low, throaty cry
and three of Judy’s fingers jammed inside her, rubbing that magic spot to
prolong the pleasure.

When the ecstasy quickly gave way to pain, Neve collapsed to
one side. Thank goodness the table was wide enough to support them, or else
she’d have ended up on the rubber mats a sticky, sated mess.

She kissed Judy’s calf and stroked up her leg. “God, that
was insane,” she said, panting.

“Totally worth the five pounds I probably gained,” Judy
agreed.

Neve rolled onto her back and propped herself on her elbows.
Her feet, close to Judy’s head, now dangled over the edge. She gazed at the
glorious landscape of Judy’s nude body, noting peaks and valleys for future
nights of sweet play. “I should sell the ganache in jars,” she said. “Market it
as a body topping.”

“You’d be a millionaire,” Judy said. Her breasts rose and
fell with each deep breath.

“Maybe you could help me test other flavors? Milk chocolate,
salted caramel, fruit flavors…”

“We’ll need a sturdier table if I eat all the mistakes.”
Judy laughed.

“How about my bed?” Neve arched an eyebrow.

Judy smiled.

When Neve and Corky arrived at Little Dude’s to set up the
shindig, they learned that Rachael’s birthday-slash-coming-out anniversary had
also become a pre-wedding celebration for Helen and Maggie. Paper wedding bells
adorned the bar and booths, and white crepe streamers hung loosely from the
corners of the main club area. An easel stood close to the front door, holding
a large collage of photographs taken of the couple over the years.

Rachael helped bring in the food, explaining that she didn’t
mind sharing the event. “I figure, why not make this a day to celebrate all the
lesbian things?” she asked. “We come out, we get married…let’s get it all done
in one fell swoop.”

“National Lesbian Day?” Neve suggested with a laugh.

“If we have a parade, we’re marching past all those bakeries
that wouldn’t help us.” With that, Rachael sashayed away.

Neve admired Rachael’s generosity, and imagined Helen and
Maggie appreciated being included in the festivities. Soon they would attend
parties as a legally married couple.
About fucking time
.

“Everything’s set up. Need me for anything else?” Corky
asked as she approached. “Little Dude’s manager said their staff would take
care of drinks.”

“You’re not staying for the party?” Neve turned to her. “We
were invited to stick around.”

Corky flushed pink. “I know. I’d like to, but…I guess I’m
not very outgoing and social. Parties make me nervous.”

“You have a million Facebook friends.”

“That’s the internet. I don’t have to stand in a room with a
million people.” Cory laughed. “With Sugar Rush gaining more business,
sometimes it’s a challenge getting through the day.”

Neve nodded and considered Corky’s point. The sales area
stood to gain thicker crowds in the future thanks to all the PR. “Tell you
what,” she said, draping an arm around Corky’s shoulder. “Maybe you’d feel more
at ease if you started working in the kitchen full-time. I know you have
ideas.”

Corky’s eyes widened at that. She looked happier than a
child at Christmas. “You’re serious? What about Terri?”

Neve decided to wait until Monday to break the news. Today
she’d set aside to celebrate something wonderful. “We’ll talk more tomorrow.
With Sugar Rush growing, we can also think about hiring somebody else to work
the counter.”

“I can have an ad posted tomorrow morning.” Corky bounced on
the balls of her feet, and Neve squeezed her tight to bring her back to Earth.

“Chill, Phil,” Neve said. Rachael reentered the bar with
Chaz and Judy in tow, and she greeted them all with a nod. “Go have yourself a
drink, we’ll talk shop later.” She shooed Corky away, then gave Judy a proper
welcome with a kiss.

“This is going to be awesome, but I worry if there will be
enough food,” Judy said. “Maggie and Helen have a lot of friends. I don’t think
I controlled the word of mouth very well.”

Neve shrugged. “Worse comes to worst, we’ll order pizza.
Chaz has the number, right?” That seemed to ease Judy’s anxiety only a bit.
“Hey,” she added, and led her to one of the back circular booths, “this is
awesome, what you and Rachael are doing. I’m sure Maggie and Helen will
appreciate the gesture.”

“Thanks. I know they’re thrilled you stepped up with their
wedding cake. When you think of how far they’ve come…” Judy shook her head,
staring out into the club that began to fill with well-wishers. “Do you think
that will happen, someday?”

Neve didn’t need to ask for clarification. She twined Judy’s
fingers with hers and snuggled close, content with the present and hopeful for
the future, deciding to let things progress naturally.

She knew she wanted Judy by her side now, and the feeling
seemed mutual.

“I think I could love you,” she told Judy. “I do like you
very much.”

“I love your smile, your attitude, your creativeness with
chocolate.” Judy laughed, then continued more seriously, “And I like you too.”

“Maybe after this party we could like each other all night?”

“Sounds like a plan, Stan,” Judy said, and kissed her.

The End

Leigh Ellwood is an award-winning author of erotica and
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