Chapter 9 Kaelee #2
“Are you lying about things?” Marie asked. “Other than your name, of course.”
“Not your real name either, then?”
“My middle name. Catholic school.” Marie glanced back again. “At least I landed with Marie rather than Mary. The Devon family named all seven of the girls Mary, so the last six went by nicknames or middle names. I’m a middle-name Marie. My brother is a middle-name Joseph.”
Kaelee offered, “Lee was my grandfather’s name. So what were the other six Marys called?”
“Matrice for Mary Therese, Mary Ann was just Mary Ann, Elizabeth for her middle name, Celeste for her middle name … and I can’t think of the other two.” Marie stopped at the landing. “This floor is mine.”
“The whole floor?”
“Each floor is an apartment.” Marie keyed in a code, and then she turned two locks. “Oh! Kate! The other two sisters, twins, were Kate and Frankie, short for Mary Catherine and Mary Frances.”
She opened the door and stepped aside, sweeping one arm out in a gesture of welcome. “Welcome to my home. Would you like a sandwich, salad, or sex?”
Kaelee stepped over the threshold and pushed her bag to the side as Marie closed the door and locked it. “Would it be rude to ask for all three?”
“As long as you don’t want them at the same time, that’s fine.” Marie stepped up to her and tilted her chin upward, seeking a kiss, which Kaelee happily bestowed.
Kissing her feels right.
The intrusive thought made Kaelee decide to skip over the softness they were drifting toward. She slid both hands along Marie’s spine and over the curves of the gorgeous woman in front of her, stopping when she had two handfuls of firm ass in her palms.
Marie pushed her hips forward and straddled Kaelee’s thigh. Her dress parted in the process, and Kaelee pulled back.
“I have one spare pair of trousers, and as much as I want to have you up against me, I can’t walk around with that kind of perfume on my jeans, darlin’. So tell me, are you really not wearing knickers under there?”
With a laugh Marie flipped her skirt up. “No.”
“Lord have mercy. Keep that dress right like that.” Kaelee stepped past her and walked over to the kitchen. She washed her hands and looked back at Marie. “I’m not touching something that pretty until any germs from the train and taxi are off my hands.”
“Oh.”
Kaelee gestured at the kitchen table. “How sturdy is this?”
“Sturdy,” Marie said with a breathier voice.
That decided everything that mattered just then.
Kaelee crooked her finger and pointed at the table.
“There. Now.” When Marie didn’t move instantly, Kaelee pulled the chair out.
“Come join me. I’m not so sure about real exhibition, but …
I’m happy to put you on display right here. Does that work for you?”
Marie nodded. “Yes, please.”
“Such a polite girl, aren’t you?” Kaelee watched as Marie swallowed. “And you like praise.”
“Yes.” Her cheeks pinked slightly at the admission.
“And punishment?”
“I don’t know,” Marie confessed as she stepped up onto her dining room chair like it was a ladder. Kaelee kept her there, standing on a chair in the midday sun with her skirt hiked up and her pussy exposed.
“What if someone can see in your windows?” Kaelee glanced over. There were thin shutters, so it was unlikely. “Do you think they are looking at you? Watching you?”
“I’d be fine with it,” Marie admitted. She paused before adding, “I’d like it. You can open the blinds.”
Kaelee did so. “What else do you like?”
“I liked the orgasm denial thing you let me do with you last time. Watching you like that was sexy,” Marie admitted. “And you talking to me the way you do. I like that.”
“So praise, exhibition, and one of us not being entirely in control,” Kaelee surmised as she stroked a hand along Marie’s bare legs. “That’s what the remote control was about.”
Marie nodded, already trembling.
“And you like this, don’t you? Me staring at you?
Making you wait?” Kaelee thought about all the things that weren’t as possible in one-night-only encounters.
Maybe friends with benefits was exactly what she needed.
She already instinctively trusted Marie.
With time, Kaelee was sure she could lower a few boundaries with her.
The thought of that sent a flash of heat throughout her body.
“If we’re going to do this semi-regularly, we can explore some things. ”
“If you want.” Marie stared down at her.
Kaelee chuckled. “Have you seen yourself, Marie? I definitely want. Sit down here on the table like the delicious treat you are.”
Marie’s breath caught, but she obeyed.
“What a good girl. Why don’t you wait right there while I hang up my jacket.”
“Okay.” Marie watched her as Kaelee folded her jacket and put it over the back of a different dining room chair.
“Such a good, patient girl, aren’t you?” she murmured approvingly.
“For the right reward,” Marie countered.
“If you want a reward, you need to stretch out for me.” Kaelee helped her recline back.
She stood over Marie as she spread her legs as far as they could comfortably go and gently pulled her bottom toward the very edge of the table.
The whole time, Marie watched her attentively, keeping her body pliant in Kaelee’s hands.
“I wish you could see yourself right now, darlin’. Trembling and exposed. Your chest is heaving. Did you notice that? I can’t decide if I want those pretty titties covered or bare.”
Hurriedly, Marie reached up and pulled at the dress, tugging the cleavage so that her bra-clad breasts were partly exposed.
“More,” Kaelee ordered.
Marie loosened a tie at the waist. In a moment, her dress gaped open. She was dressed in nothing more than a bra and boots now.
“There you are. Perfection.” Kaelee caught Marie’s hand and directed first one and then the other to the juncture of her thighs. “Hold yourself right there, darlin’. Show me where you want me.”
Marie widened her legs more.
“I wish I could paint, Marie. You are a glorious vision.” Then Kaelee slid her fingers over the warm wet lips that were exposed for her.
“I want you to think about how ready you are right now and remember that you got here without me hardly laying a hand on you. That’s what I want when we have our eventual video call, Marie.
You just like this. Are you going to do that? ”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?” Kaelee echoed.
“You can try to convince me,” Marie taunted.
“That’s why I ask about punishment,” Kaelee said as she loudly dragged the chair forward. “That sassy attitude.”
“Maybe.” Marie’s voice quivered. “We could negotiate.”
Kaelee wasn’t sure about that, but she was sure of what she’d been craving. She lowered her mouth to her waiting feast.