The Sweetest Dare (5 page)

Sid removed her glasses and set them on the small table at the head of the futon. With Kit so close, she stayed well in focus. She resisted the temptation to ask Kit for a detailed sexual history. The other woman’s sudden shyness hinted at a low number of partners, or maybe she was a virgin hiding behind failed bravado? Sid thought it sweet, but her desire to play burned bright within her, and she wanted to get down and dirty if Kit would let her.

“I should warn you that I don’t do ‘the usual’ when it comes to sex, Kit. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not into disgusting things, but I like to get wild,” she said.

“You mean like bondage and shit?”

Sid shook her head. “Not that heavy. If you like spanking that’s cool. I have some toys if you’re into that, like a strap-on I could use for your pussy or ass…” She watched Kit’s expression change, then added, “Have you done penetration?”

“Not with a woman.” Kit spoke slowly, as though unsure she should answer. Sid didn’t want her feeling uncomfortable, but figured some frank talk as foreplay might ease them into something more passionate. “If you’re asking if I’ve been with men, then yes.”

“Oh, so you’re bi?”

Kit twitched her lips, then said, “I wouldn’t say so. I think I’d always known I like women, but in high school I dated a few guys and tried it. Guess it didn’t take.” Her short laughter thrummed through Sid’s body. “Doesn’t mean I’m not open to trying a strap-on, giving and receiving.”

Sid liked hearing that. She definitely enjoyed using the thick, silicone cock from her toy chest… not to mention the occasional real thing. She wasn’t sure how much of her sex history Kit could take, so those revelations could wait. Besides, Sid didn’t want to talk about other people.

“Let’s get to know each other first,” she suggested, and leaned closer. Their kiss began softly, with parted lips overlapping and shallow probing of tongues. She cupped Kit’s ass and pulled her into a full-on embrace where they remained for a long moment, their legs interlocked and Sid’s pussy grinding against Kit’s thigh.

Fingers walked across her skin, edging between them so Kit could pinch one of Sid’s nipples. The brief shot of pain bloomed into deeper arousal and Sid longed for more. She wanted Kit’s lips sucking that tender spot. It would mean breaking off their kiss, however.

Needing air, she shared one loud, smacking kiss before tapering away. “I need your pussy,” she whispered in Kit’s ear. She reached down and stroked the thin fuzz on her lover’s mound. “I loved when you rubbed me out in the club. That was so hot. I wanna do more than that now.”

“Ride me,” Kit said, but when Sid moved to straddle Kit’s hips two hands pushed her away and steered her in a different direction. “No, like this.”

Sid followed her lead and kicked a leg over to hover her pussy over Kit’s face. In this reverse cowgirl position, she could reach down and finger-fuck Kit, who widened her legs to give her better access.

She stroked two fingers up the wet seam before finding the opening, right at the moment Kit’s tongue touched her asshole. Swipe after swipe sparked her rising lust, and Sid turned to catch her reflection in the window. She looked every inch the wanton woman with her arched back and pointed nipples, slowly gyrating her ass as Kit licked her. She dipped a finger deeper into Kit’s slit and used the honey to lubricate the hard nub she longed to taste. Kit’s pussy lips puffed with her desire, and the soft mewling noises the other woman made thrummed up Sid’s spine. She closed her eyes for a moment to center on that talented mouth rimming her, then pivoted her hips to thrust her ass higher and give Kit access to more.

“Lick my pussy, Kit.” She’d return the favor in spades. Sid rubbed her lover’s clit and pinched her nipple with her free hand, and when two lips touched down on her labia she lowered herself and buried her face between Kit’s soft thighs. The other woman’s musk enveloped her senses, and Sid couldn’t get enough of her wet slit. She alternated between circling the clitoral hood with her tongue and broad licks down the inner labia. She would have preferred taking care of the woman on her own, as Kit’s ravenous appetite drove her to distraction. Her pussy tingled with an approaching orgasm, and she didn’t want her attention to Kit to dull the fireworks.

After a moment—it could’ve been seconds, minutes—she heard a gasp and felt Kit leave her. Then fingers explored her pussy and ass, pumping in and out of both holes.
Fuck, yes!
A momentary lapse of guilt for assuming Kit’s inexperience shuddered over her.

She countered with three fingers pressed together in Kit’s hole. The ready slickness made it easy to fuck, but Sid wanted to raise the bar and break out the toy box. That meant interrupting this incredible semi sixty-nine, though, and she doubted she could leave the futon and keep Kit inside her.

Fuck it.
They’d try strap-ons and anal beads another day. Sid felt soaked to her core and Kit deserved to come as a reward for her hard work. She lowered back to Kit’s pussy and tongued the hard, pink clit hidden within soft nether lips.

A high-pitched hum filled her ears, and creamy flesh quivered beneath her. Kit’s hips thrust upward and her knees relaxed, and Sid sensed they’d topple together. Her pussy twitched again with the coming orgasm and she craned her head back, eyes closed to center on her pleasure while she rubbed Kit’s clit in rapid circles.

Kit reciprocated the move, her gasp for air audible. “I’m gonna come,” she squeaked out.

“Let’s do it together.” But Sid fell first, keening her climax as Kit’s also rang in her ears. Exhausted and now hurting with the pressure of Kit’s fingers on her clit, she collapsed and hugged the other woman’s legs.

She caught her breath after a minute, then curled her body to meet Kit face to face. They embraced, side by side on the futon, and kissed away the afterglow.

“I’ve never had a co-worker get-together like this,” she said with a laugh.

“Same here.” Kit smiled wide and pivoted to cup Sid’s ass. “I love my job, but I have a feeling it’s going to be more awesome.”

Sid hoped so as well. She looked forward to her first day at Tish’s Riches, and working alongside Kit. Working underneath her after hours…

They kissed some more, drowsing together until the gorgeous woman with the shock of red hair drifted away in her arms. Sid tilted her face down and inhaled shampoo and key lime aromas, thinking of what she’d accomplish at the bakery, hoping to move quickly from the register to the kitchen.

She wanted to bake, needed to get her hands white with flour and sugar. More than that, she wanted endless hot sex with this babe lying next to her.

****

The growing brightness in the room drew her out of sleep, but Kit kept her eyes closed. No alarm sounded, so she saw no need to join the living yet. She turned onto her side and buried her face in a pillow, paying no mind that the bedding felt unfamiliar and rough under her bare skin.

Finally a low, muffled buzzing bothered her enough to open her eyes, and she startled for a moment at the strange décor. After a few hazy seconds she remembered she’d gone home with Sidney and hadn’t left.

A sudden flip to her other side revealed a missing body. Kit sat up and saw a closed door with a sliver of light shining from the bottom as a sign that Sidney remained in her apartment. She relaxed and reached over the side of the futon for her clothes, where she found her phone. She powered it on to an immediate buzz.

Annalise continued to send messages—not unusual for six in the morning if her friend worked the first shift, but this was Sunday. That meant the girl got lucky and wanted to brag ASAP. Kit scrolled through photos of the woman’s late night adventure with a multitude of blurred images featuring exposed tongues and nipples, and tongues attached to nipples.

Gene Simmons lookalike contest?
she replied. Seconds later, a response:

You miss a lot of fun when you go to the wrong bar.

“Wrong bar?” she muttered, thinking of the average age of the establishment her friend patronized last night. Those dykes would all be older than Gene.

She almost replied again, thinking a snapshot of Sidney’s apartment might end Annalise’s prude-shaming. Instead Kit replaced the phone and got dressed. Her night of hot sex with Sidney remained their business, and while it could inspire some awe in her friend, Kit refused to trot out the sexy culinary student like a prize. She liked Sidney, and while she didn’t normally go home with somebody within hours of meeting her, she had a gut feeling what they shared meant more than a desire to satisfy mutual lust.

She believed Sidney liked her, too. Yeah, she’d worried about the woman threatening her position at Tish’s Riches, but if Sidney intended to use her body to get ahead, she’d fucked the wrong person. Tish was straight and happily married, and Vinnie didn’t seem the type to share, anyway.

The door opened and a nude Sidney padded to the kitchen area, greeting her with a smile. Kit watched the sway of her pert, petite ass and crossed her legs to ride out the renewed throbbing in her clit. “Good morning.

“I didn’t want to wake you. I figured since it’s Sunday and Tish is closed today there was no rush,” Sidney said. She opened two cupboard doors. “Are you hungry?”

“Yeah, but I’m not a breakfast person. I usually eat a granola bar on the way to work and cereal on weekends, so you don’t have to go any trouble.” She watched Sidney take down two plates, worried the other woman felt obligated to cook.

“Not even Sunday brunch?”

Kit shrugged. “Kinda pathetic going out to brunch by yourself. Like I said, granola bars.”

“Well, it’s no trouble, and we can have one here. I cook my meals in advance and freeze them. There’s plenty to eat.” She opened her freezer, perhaps the most organized one Kit had ever seen. Stacks of plastic zipper bags took up most of the space, each with the meal contained within written in black marker and the date it had been prepared. Kit noticed, too, that Sidney had arranged them in columns—breakfast, lunch, dinner. The shelves in the small door held a few pints of ice cream and miniature liquor bottles.

“I have blueberry pancakes, egg burritos with sausage or veggies, and quiche slices. Won’t take a few minutes to heat. Anything you like?”

“I’m a part-time vegetarian, so I’m thinking the pancakes are my safest bet.”

Sidney laughed at that and pulled out two bags. “Part-time, that’s funny.”

“I guess. I try not to eat meat but occasionally I slip.” Kit shrugged. “We get vegan and gluten-free people coming to the shop sometimes, wanting complete ingredient lists for everything we make. I’m sure you’ll hear it eventually. Tish used to keep a full tray of non-dairy sweets for sale, but they didn’t move. She only makes them special order now.”

Sidney arranged the frozen flat cakes on a large plate and set the microwave. “That makes sense. Odd that people create a demand for something and don’t follow through when Tish delivers.”

“It used to piss her off. The people who wanted the special stuff didn’t buy enough for us to profit on it. Our regular customers wouldn’t buy the candy because they seem to equate vegan with cardboard flavor.”

“Well, I used almond milk in these, so you be the judge.”

The pancakes smelled good, anyway. Kit took a stool at the kitchen bar as Sidney set a short, steaming stack before her along with a bottle of maple syrup. They looked as though she’d just flipped them from the griddle. Blue juice from thick blueberries bubbled on the surface, and as Kit forked holes through her pancakes she found no cold spots. They tasted superbly, fluffy and tart with fruit. She didn’t bother adding syrup.

“So how does one become a part-time vegetarian?” Sidney asked, spearing a triangle of pancake. “I suppose I’m one, too. I don’t eat meat at every meal.”

“I say that because there are some things I won’t give up. I don’t eat dairy except for cream in my coffee, and I can’t do Thanksgiving without my mom’s turkey and homemade oyster stuffing.” She didn’t mean to eat so fast, but damn Sidney could cook.

She could fuck like a master, too. Kit felt like she’d hit Powerball.

“Your family is local?”

Kit shook her head, effectively dissolving thoughts of Sidney’s mouth on her pussy. “North Carolina, but only a few hours away. I’m the youngest of three girls. You?”

“My parents have passed. I have an older brother still in Wyoming. He oversees the ranch now, and he’s welcome to it.”

“You weren’t kidding about the cowboys then.”

Sidney laughed and shook her head. “Your family… do they know you’re a lesbian?”

“Actually, no.”

Sidney looked up from her last bite.

“I never saw the reason to make a deal of it, you know?” she added. “It’s not like we talk about my love life when I visit. My sisters are married with kids, so my parents got their grandchildren. I’m off the hook there.” She smiled, forcing it.

“Do you fear their disapproval? I mean, I understand if yes. My parents, I think knew before I came out to them so it wasn’t so bad.”

She shrugged, wishing they could change the subject. “I’m not the only gay person in the family. My cousin on my mom’s side… everybody’s cool with it. I… I guess when I’m ready I’ll tell them.”

Sidney pushed aside her empty plate and leaned on the counter opposite Kit. Her nipples touched the cold surface, and Kit watched them pebble. They’d certainly surpass the taste of her pancakes.

“You ever bring anybody home to meet them?”

“I’ve never been in that serious a relationship,” Kit said.
Until now?
This new conversation track interested her. Surely Sidney wasn’t renting the U-Haul in her head already. For one, this place wouldn’t hold a fraction of her stuff, and her apartment was no bigger.

Assuming she and Sidney got serious—the happily ever after, rocking chairs on the porch kind? Could she bring her home to meet the family without having a panic attack? Honestly, she’d feel content living the rest of her life without bringing it up at the Christmas dinner table, regardless of whether or not her parents or sisters suspected.

What could she possibly say to keep their talk going in a different direction?