The Sweetest Dare (4 page)

She
could
wait, though, and make certain Sidney consented with a clear head.

“How are you feeling?” she asked Sidney. “Would you like to dance?”

“Normally I’d say yes, but it was steaming in there,” Sidney groused. “I don’t mind hanging out in the patio.”

“Let’s try this then.” Kit reached for Sidney’s glass, then set both on the ground by her chair. She guided Sidney upward by the hand, taking care to watch how the other woman stepped, and backed to an open space.

Sidney didn’t wobble or laugh uncontrollably. In fact, she appeared rather aware of her surroundings and in control. This bode well for at least one song. Kit drew her closer so their hips touched, and twined one hand into hers while the other braced against her back.

She’d definitely feel her hardened nipples, Kit realized when her breasts pressed against Sidney. She stood a few inches taller, so Sidney’s face came up to the crook of Kit’s neck, and there it nestled as they swayed to the thudding bass seeping out from the main club.

“I have to confess something,” Sidney said, and Kit’s blood cooled. Terrific. Here they’d settled into a romantic moment and the alcohol loosened Sidney’s tongue enough to reveal her evil plan to overthrow Kit. Well, maybe she’d cop a feel of that perky little ass before storming off in disgust.

“I’ve never danced with a woman before. Slow, like this.”

“Really? You’ve never danced on a date?”

“Most of my dates were movies, or concerts. I’d wanted to do something like go out to a club, but I guess I didn’t meet the right girls,” Sidney said, and Kit relaxed a bit. Sidney slipped her leg in between Kit’s, and the movement brought some friction against her pussy, which throbbed in response. For Kit, she might as well have echoed Sidney’s sentiments—it had been too long since her last intimate dance, upright or otherwise.

“I find that difficult to believe,” Kit whispered back. “You’ve caught more than your share of stares tonight. I’m surprised nobody else asked you out on the floor.”

“No, the people stared but no takers. I’m not the type to walk up to somebody in a bar and start a conversation, either. Takes me a few minutes to come out of my shell.”

“You talked to
me
.”

Sidney laughed. “I guess so. But, I knew you from earlier today. That doesn’t really count, huh?”

Kit leaned back with Sidney still in her arms. They twirled slowly and brushed against a couple walking single file toward a dark corner for privacy. Kit smelled lilacs in the air and lime from the martinis, and she watched Sidney’s smile fade to a shy twitch. One squeeze, one tilt of the head, and they might kiss.

“You’ll get used to talking to strangers soon enough when you start work,” Kit told her. “Answering questions about the chocolates and stuff, and taking orders.”

“That’s work. You don’t go to your job to meet—”

Sidney seemed to catch herself about to say something best left quiet.
You don’t go to your job to meet women?
Kit would admit to feeling flattered if Sidney intended to show her some affection, yet in the back of her mind she questioned possible motives. Perhaps her long-suffering celibacy caused her to act paranoid—what was it about her that attracted a hot little dish like Sidney? Kit saw herself as gawky and fun, but hardly one that women drooled over when she shouldered past people on the dance floor on the way to the bar. She could blame herself for the lack of interest, seeing as how she didn’t advertise her sexual preferences.

Sidney pressed close, idly tracing one finger up Kit’s arm and over her shoulder. “I mentioned that I hoped to party with somebody tonight,” she said. “Do you ‘party’?”

Kit had to think about that one for a second.
Party
obviously took on a deeper meaning here. Sex? She wouldn’t say no, even with the risk of turning their work environment weird. At best, she and Sidney would have some fun, and if it bothered the girl later she didn’t have to stay at Tish’s Riches.

No
. She recalled now that
partying
meaning
partaking
. A whiff of something pungent and dizzying from the corner where those two women had retreated tickled Kit’s nose, and she turned away to sneeze.

“Not really,” she said finally. “I tried it once, and it gave me nightmares. I’ll stick with liquid Key Lime pie.”

“Me, too. For now.”

Kit said nothing. What would Tish say about hiring somebody who toked? Not that she could prove it—Sidney spoke rather vaguely about that.

Damn, look who’s paranoid now
. Despite the martini and light gust of wind, she had all her wits about her. Why couldn’t she just relax and enjoy dancing with a pretty girl on a weekend night?

Sidney’s fingers continued a teasing trail across Kit’s collarbone and down her chest. Kit thought she might cup a breast and was pleasantly surprised when Sidney instead brought both hands behind her neck and pulled her close for a kiss. She had soft lips, inviting and full, and Kit savored the taste of sweet vodka and cream when her tongue slipped past to explore Sidney’s mouth.

She pressed her hands to the small of Sidney’s back, then slowly tested her limits. She lowered one to grasp the swell of Sidney’s ass, and the other woman pressed closer in response. Kit sighed with contentment, softening against her as they kissed.

Sidney wobbled a bit, and Kit tapered away to see the other woman had to stand on tiptoe. This wouldn’t do, and she offered to find a more comfortable to place for them to become better acquainted. Sidney shook her head.

“I kind of like this,” she whispered.

“What else do you like?” Kit asked, her voice cracking. For a small woman, Sidney had a strong hold over her.

“I like baking… and cycling. I could read a novel a day if I had the time. I like to fuck, of course.”

Well, I asked.
The best Kit could offer in response to such a blunt answer was a nervous chuckle, which seemed to amuse her companion. To add to her anxiety, Sidney grinned broadly and bounced on the balls of her feet, ready to strike again.

“Yeah, I
loooove
licking a woman’s clit and getting her off like that. Maybe using a two-headed dildo while I’m straddling her.” Sidney leaned back a bit and brushed her thumb over one of Kit’s nipples. “I like your tits, not too big or small. I’d love to suck on them.”

“Here?” Damn, that sounded dumb coming out of her mouth, but Sidney caught her off guard. Kit was no virgin, but never before had anybody talked dirty to her in a semi-public place… hell,
any
place. They continued to clinch and sway, even though the pace of the music in the main bar area picked up, and Kit’s pussy gave another squeeze. She ached for Sidney to slide her hand down her pants, pump a few fingers into her hole, and feed her sexual hunger.

Kit opened her mouth without a plan to counter Sidney’s X-rated banter. In her experience, she excelled in acting on her passions rather than talking about it.

When she had the opportunity.

She leaned down to capture Sidney’s mouth in another deep kiss. While their tongues dueled and swirled together, Kit felt for the elastic band of Sidney’s leggings and discovered the string-thick waist of her thong. She slipped her hand under the stretchy fabric and reveled in smooth, bare skin. Sidney had a lovely ass for holding, and thoughts of prying those cheeks apart while licking her asshole filled her mind.

Maybe soon. Kit knew women got plenty wild at the Den, on the dance floor and in the restrooms. Fumbling around in a smelly stall appealed little to her, however, so they definitely needed to decide between Sidney’s place or hers.

Sidney moaned her approval into her mouth and moved her butt, urging Kit onward. Encouraged, Kit moved her hand around her hip and hit the front of Sidney’s thong. Smooth skin, no stubble—somebody waxed.
Nice.
All the better to stroke Sidney’s pussy lips while centering on her clit.

With their bodies as close as possible and her free hand pinned to Sidney’s back, Kit rubbed the hard nub in slow circles. Sidney stiffened at first, but soon pivoted her hips to rub against her. Every few seconds the friction shot a spark through her, not quite enough to send her into orgasm, but Sidney’s reaction made her wet.

“Faster,” Sidney urged, and Kit obeyed. The leggings acted as a kind of tourniquet—Kit had little wiggle room while she stroked Sidney’s clit, and her hand tingled with an oncoming cramp. She stretched her palm for a few seconds, then pushed her thumb against the sweet spot while her two forefingers slid down Sidney’s pussy and hooked into her wet opening. Sidney gasped as Kit filled her and massaged her slick walls, pumping slowly.

Kit held her close and shifted her weight from foot to foot, failing to give the impression that they still danced. A general lack of interest in their illicit activities emboldened her, and Kit withdrew her fingers to see if she could reach Sidney’s asshole and still rub her clit.

“Oh, why’d you stop?” Sidney asked, her voice a low whine. “Fuck my pussy.”

“We need to move this
party
,” Kit said, and freed herself from Sidney’s leggings. She brought her fingers to her lips and licked them, tasting nothing of the tartness of Sidney’s lime-infused kisses. She preferred this to any novelty vodka.

“I started a tab. I should pay it off before we leave,” Sidney said.

“I got this.” Kit reached into her back pocket for her billfold and withdrew a twenty. She flagged the waitress with it and handed it over. “Now she’s got it. We’re good.”

On the short drive to Sidney’s apartment, Kit gave no thoughts to who would see her, or what time she’d leave. She’d spent many years working at various retail shops and bakeries in some kind of organization. At Tish’s Riches, she helped schedule standing orders for corporate customers and planned the rotating menu of truffle flavors. She programmed social media updates to post every two hours. She marked everything she wanted to do on an online calendar, the current month of which was filled with many colored bars denoting her various responsibilities—work, friends, family, volunteer stuff.

Just this once, she yearned to fly by the seat of her pants and go home with somebody she picked up at the Den. She’d suffered enough Saturday nights watching Annalise and other acquaintances stumble toward the exit with a hot lay in tow. Tonight it was her turn, and she didn’t care who gawked after her as they left. She wanted to finish what she and Sidney started.

Small talk passed between them in low voices. Sidney lived in the newly developed area of Dareville, where one would find the performing arts center, the culinary school, and a huge apartment complex. Kit admired the converted brick warehouses turned into residences and thought of how the proposed light rail expansion initiatives in Hampton Roads would make it easier for people to get around, since the city would place a station right in front of the school if everything passed.

She mentioned as much after parking in a visitor spot and meeting Sidney at her car.

“Of course, it could take a few years, and you might not be living here when it’s done,” Kit rambled. “And I don’t know if Dareville’s going to get light rail at all. Lot of locals don’t want it, because they think it’ll mean higher taxes—”

“My apartment’s over there,” Sidney announced, pointing to a window. She mashed a button on her key fob and her car doors locked with a curt beeping noise.

“Okay.” Kit took a deep breath and wrenched her hands.

Sidney eyed her hungrily and pivoted toward a walkway. “Let’s go fuck,” she said.

It thrilled Kit to hear that.

****

Like all the other units in her building, the great room served as both her den and bedroom. A galley kitchen took up space in one corner, and a combination full bath and closet comprised the remaining square footage. Sid had decorated the common area with furniture suitable for the rare company she entertained: a futon for sitting and sleeping, a bookcase for her cookbooks, and a desk to hold the laptop that doubled as a television.

She ushered Kit inside and immediately began to undress. Kit followed suit and drifted toward the large window overlooking the street as she undid her jeans.

“The lights don’t bother you?” Kit asked, looking up at the bare rods lining the top frame.

Sid pulled her t-shirt over her head and reached behind her back to unhook her bra. “Not really. I wear a sleep mask. Being on the fourth floor, I don’t have any voyeurs, not that I’d discourage anybody.” She laughed.

“That answers my next question.” If Kit harbored any reluctance to fool around before an unblocked window, she gave no indication of it. Buttons and zipper undone, she next removed her shirt and bra before bending to shuck her pants. She admired Kit’s pale skin and smallish breasts, with thick hard nipples she could nibble on for days. Now completely naked, Sid unlatched the back of the futon to lay the cushion flat, then settled in the middle.

“No, turn around,” she asked of Kit. “Let’s see that sexy ass.”

“There’s one in the room besides yours?” Kit laughed off Sid’s flirtations, and despite the flush of embarrassment pinking her face she obliged. No thong, but a tight pair of boyshort-style panties enhanced the shape of Kit’s backside. Soon they, too, slid down long legs to pool at the floor with the rest of Kit’s clothes.

Sid watched the awkward striptease, silently encouraging the young woman with low oohing and ahhing. Kit was slim with only slight curves, but also beautiful. Sid knew she’d feel warm and willing in her arms, and her pussy became wet as she anticipated Kit’s touch, her kiss, and their limbs tangled together in bed.

“Anything in particular you’d like?” she asked when Kit finally joined her on the futon. She rolled back and Kit pressed into her side and brushed over one breast. Sid’s breath hitched at the
zing
of pleasure shooting from the nipple down her belly. She countered by sliding her left hand up and down Kit’s hip, lazily searching for an erogenous zone to exploit.

“Wow, huh. Nobody’s asked me that,” Kit said, stammering on a few words. “Everybody I’ve been with, we just went to it. Scissoring, sixty-nine, the usual, I guess.”