Chapter Two #3
“That sounds nice. Key lime isn’t a big flavor at Tish’s, though.
” Kit figured they’d talk some shop tonight, and berated herself for the attempted negging.
They weren’t competitors, and Sid had yet to work a full shift for Tish.
Kit’s conflicting emotions, bouncing from searing attraction to Sid to paranoid caution, made her ache.
She knew she ought to stay sober for their conversation, so she nursed her martini and changed the subject.
“You said this was your second time at the Den, right?” she asked. “I’m surprised you weren’t familiar with the drink specials. The staff here love newcomers. You get a whole orientation to the place if they don’t know you.”
Sid lowered her head, suddenly bashful. “I must have driven past here a hundred times since I started school, but never worked up the nerve to come in until a month ago. Up to that point, the closest I got was parking the car and unlocking the door. It was nighttime, and I guess I got spooked. Drove straight back to my apartment instead. This is my first actual visit where I set foot inside the place.”
Curious, but Kit wasn’t one to judge. She could claim similar experiences with other bars. At the Den, she felt safe. Hearing Sid’s story had her thinking they were alike in that respect, selectively out and comfortable with their privacy.
“Well, you picked the right night to come,” Kit told her. “Weekends are lit, but I suppose that’s true for any bar.”
“Yeah. That last time was a Monday, and the place looked dead anyway.”
That made sense. She rarely came to the Den on a work night, so she’d have missed seeing Sid.
Kit didn’t like the idea of leaving her car in a sparse lot, either, in the off-chance somebody driving past might recognize it.
Tonight, by good fortune, an SUV blocked the view of her compact car from the main road.
“Yeah, early weekdays skew an older crowd, and this place doesn’t really charge up until Thursday. What inspired you to come in tonight?” Whatever the reason, Sid’s presence lifted Kit’s spirits in the wake of Annalise’s absence.
“I wanted to celebrate getting the job.” Sid then leaned in very close. “I hoped to find somebody to party with, too,” she added.
Uh… Kit’s pulse quickened and she fixated on a small line of crumbs lining Sid’s lower lip. It wouldn’t take much to close the distance and kiss away a taste of pie-flavored vodka.
She blinked. Fuck, what am I doing? They would begin the new week as co-workers. Kit had to train her on the shop’s POS system and other procedures. Challenging to accomplish with the spectre of a flirty Saturday night lingering in her memory.
Sid’s eyes sparkled, rather glazed with her growing inebriation. That settled it for Kit. She couldn’t take advantage if the other woman had too much to drink.
She could wait a while, order some appetizers, and make certain Sid consented to anything beyond a kiss with a clear head. Right. She was getting ahead of herself. Sid said she wanted to party, but didn’t specify with her.
“How are you feeling?” she asked Sid. “Would you, uh…do you want to split some wings or cheese sticks? Or maybe you’d like to dance?” Through the open door, the music changed to a slow-beat song and the crowd cheered, a sure sign of the floor filling up.
“Normally I’d say yes, but it was steaming in there,” Sid groused. “I don’t mind hanging out on the patio a while longer.”
“Let’s try this then.” Kit reached for Sid’s glass, then set both on the ground by her chair. She guided Sid upward by the hand, taking care to watch how the other woman stepped, and walked backward to an open space.
Sid 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 Sid. She stood a few inches taller, so Sid’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.
This was nice. Two women dancing on a Saturday night.
“I have to confess something,” Sid said after a long beat, and Kit’s blood cooled.
Terrific. Here they’d settled into a somewhat romantic moment and the alcohol loosened Sid’s tongue enough to reveal her evil plan to overthrow Kit in Tish’s kitchen.
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.”
“You… you’ve never been out with a woman before?”
“Oh, I’ve dated. Men and women. I just never slow danced with a girl.”
“Really?”
“Uh huh. Most of my dates were movies, or concerts. I’ve wanted to go out to a club with a woman, but like I said, few opportunities at home. Until now, I was focused on culinary school and didn’t date much at all. I guess I didn’t meet the right people, either,” Sid said, and Kit relaxed a bit.
Sid 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 Sid’s sentiments. It had been far 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 before I got here.”
“No, the people stared but no takers. I’m not the type to walk up to somebody in a bar and start a conversation. Takes me a few minutes to come out of my shell.”
“I find that hard to believe with how you walked right up to Tish and asked for a job.”
“That’s different. I don’t interview women for dates.”
“You talked to me at the bar earlier.”
Sid laughed. “I guess so. But, I recognized you from the park. That doesn’t really count, huh?”
“I’m not sure if I should be flattered or hurt.”
“Don’t be hurt. I thought you looked cute at the park.”
“How old are you?” The resume had offered no clues.
“Twenty-eight,” Sid said. “I kind of started this new career path late.”
“Not really. Tish didn’t open her store until her early forties.”
Kit leaned back with Sid 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 Sid’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…”
Sid 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 Sid 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 Sid?
Kit saw herself as gawky and fun, but not the type that people drooled over when she shouldered past them on the dance floor or on the way to the bar.
She could blame herself for the lack of interest, seeing as how she didn’t posture like somebody on the prowl.
Sid 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 Sid 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 meant 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.
“It’s not my thing, even though it’s legal here,” she said after thinking about it. “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; Sid 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 woman on a Saturday night?
Sid’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 Sid 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 Sid’s mouth.
She pressed her hands to the small of Sid’s back, then slowly tested her limits. She lowered one to grasp the swell of Sid’s ass, and the other woman pressed closer in response. Kit sighed with contentment, softening against her as they kissed.
Sid 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 place for them to become better acquainted. Sid shook her head.
“I kind of like this,” she whispered.
“What else do you like?” Kit asked, her voice cracking. For a woman slightly shorter than her, Sid had a strong hold over her.
“I like baking… and cycling. I love books. I could read a novel in a day, every 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, Sid 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. If she’s into that.” Sid 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 Sid 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.
She looked around. The few remaining patrons on the patio weren’t paying attention to them.
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 Sid 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 Sid’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 Sid’s mouth in another deep kiss.
While their tongues dueled and swirled together, Kit felt for the elastic band of Sid’s leggings and discovered the string-thin waist of her thong.
She slipped her hand under the stretchy fabric and reveled in smooth, bare skin.
Sid 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 Sid’s place or hers.
Sid 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 Sid’s thong. Smooth skin, no stubble. Somebody waxed. Nice. All the better to stroke Sid’s pussy lips while centering on her clit.
With their bodies as close as possible and her free hand pinned to Sid’s back, Kit rubbed the hard nub in slow circles.
Sid 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 Sid’s reaction made her wet.
“Faster,” Sid urged, and Kit obeyed. The leggings acted as a kind of tourniquet.
Kit had little wiggle room while she stroked Sid’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 she slid her two forefingers down Sid’s pussy and hooked into her wet opening.
Sid 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 Sid’s asshole and still rub her clit.
“Oh, why’d you stop?” Sid asked, her voice a low whine. “Fuck my pussy.”
“We need to move this party,” Kit said, and freed herself from Sid’s leggings. She brought her fingers to her lips and licked them, tasting nothing of the tartness of Sid’s lime-infused kisses. She preferred this to any novelty vodka.
“I started a tab. I should pay it off before we leave,” Sid said.
“I got this.” Kit reached into her back pocket for her billfold and withdrew two twenties. She flagged the waitress with it and handed it over. “Now she’s got it. We’re good.”