Chapter 34
Chapter Thirty-Four
JOEY
Joey and Vanessa walked slowly back towards their apartments. Joey felt warm and safe, and cared for in a way she didn’t remember ever feeling with a woman on a date before. There was something intoxicating about it, and she could feel a buzz even though she hadn’t drunk a drop of alcohol.
Vanessa looked utterly stunning in that dress. The way it clung to her body made Joey’s mind wander into what it might be like to see her without it.
They walked the narrow streets of the gothic quarter side by side, the backs of their hands occasionally touching, sending bolts of electricity up her arm. She wondered if Vanessa felt it, too.
“I texted him,” said Joey. “My dad, I mean. I thought it was worth the risk.”
Vanessa stopped in the street. “Really? Wow, that’s so brave.”
“Thanks,” said Joey. “I just thought of Dani and her uncle, and you and your gran. If there’s a chance he’s changed, even if it’s just in a small way, perhaps he could play a tiny part in my life again. I need to give him a chance.”
Vanessa turned to face Joey, and pulled her into a hug.
Joey felt Vanessa’s body against hers, through the thin material of her dress, and the linen of her own outfit.
She could feel Vanessa breathing in her arms, and the heat coming from her.
She inhaled the scent of the other woman’s perfume and tried to remind herself that this was real.
Vanessa pulled away a little and looked at Joey, leaving her in no doubt as to what she wanted.
She parted her lips slightly, her eyes hooded, and waited.
Joey leaned forward and claimed Vanessa’s lips, enjoying a passionate kiss. This time she didn’t feel the need to hold back or run away, and it was refreshing. Something about Vanessa’s irresistible positivity seemed to have rubbed off on her.
Joey pulled back. “I don’t mean to be presumptuous,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, “but I wonder whether you might like to come back to my place. You can say no.”
Vanessa’s face was pink and she broke into a wide smile. “I can’t think of a single reason why I might turn down an offer like that.”
Joey’s heart was beating double time for the whole walk back to her apartment.
She silently thanked herself for having cleaned her living space the day before and putting fresh sheets on the bed.
A bed that hadn’t seen any action in a very long time.
A bed that even now, she couldn’t quite imagine Vanessa in.
Vanessa reached out to Joey when they got to her building, and they ran up the stairs hand in hand, laughing. Joey felt lighter than she had in years. She was having fun. Fun was something she wasn’t really accustomed to.
Once inside the apartment, Vanessa pulled Joey towards her once again, and this time she kissed her lips gently. Joey thought she might melt into a puddle on the floor then and there. Vanessa’s slender arms held her in place, her fingers softly pressed against her back.
“Are you sure this is ok?” whispered Vanessa.
Joey’s closed eyes sprang open. “Yes. I am very sure.”
Vanessa pressed her lips together and gave her head a quick nod. “Well, in that case, I say we cut out the small talk right now. Show me your bedroom. I’ve been dying to see it. And see you out of that gorgeous shirt.”
Joey’s knees nearly went from beneath her, but instead she took Vanessa’s hand and pulled her into her small bedroom.
She urged Vanessa to sit on the end of the bed, and emboldened by Vanessa’s direct approach, she stood before her and slowly unbuttoned her shirt.
In that moment, she felt attractive, powerful, confident.
Those weren’t feelings she was used to and they intoxicated her.
Vanessa placed her hands behind her on the bed and leaned into them, gazing at Joey’s undressing figure, her lips slightly parted. “Now this is very much what I was talking about.” She took a deep breath in and then out, her eyes never leaving Joey’s.
Joey dropped her shirt and walked towards the woman on her bed.
Vanessa pulled her closer to her, so Joey was standing between her thighs.
She looked up at Joey and brought her hands up to caress Joey’s breasts through a pale blue cotton bra.
Joey could feel the impact of Vanessa’s hands on her body immediately, and she gave an audible sigh.
“Wow,” said Vanessa. “I’ve been longing to see you like this.” She moved her face closer, and kissed Joey’s rounded belly, bringing her hands down to Joey’s bum.
Joey threw her head back. This was possibly the most turned on she’d ever been while still wearing underwear. She hissed as Vanessa squeezed her buttocks. And then again when Vanessa’s tongue grazed the skin where her waistband met her hips.
Joey felt her knees buckle and went with the motion, finding herself on her knees in front of Vanessa. “You are beautiful,” she breathed in the direction of the dark-haired woman before her. Vanessa leaned down to take Joey’s mouth with her own.
Joey ran her hands down Vanessa’s bare arms, then down her sides, the material of the dress sliding beneath her fingers. She could feel Vanessa’s taught stomach and as her hands sank lower, Vanessa broke their hiss and groaned “God, Joey.”
Joey needed more. She ran her hands down Vanessa’s thighs and gathered the skirt, pushing the material up high enough to see Vanessa’s underwear.
She blinked as she looked at the lacy material, through which more heat seemed to emanate.
Now she ran her hands back up Vanessa’s thighs, leading the woman in her apartment to hiss and throw her head back.
Gently, Joey drew her thumb down the front of the lace, feeling the warmth there, and the evidence of how turned on Vanessa was.
Vanessa groaned again, but this time there was an urgency to it.
Joey hooked her thumbs under the sides of the lace panties and looked up for a moment towards Vanessa. “May I?” she asked.
“God, yes, please,” breathed Vanessa. “I can’t think of anything I want more.”
Joey gave a small smile and felt her body respond to the desire in her date’s reply. She pulled down the underwear and threw it to one side. She didn’t even think before bringing her face between Vanessa’s legs, her hands braced on the parted thighs, and gently kissed.
Vanessa made a sound that made Joey only want more.
She pressed her tongue, and experienced her first proper taste of the woman she hadn’t been able to get out of her mind since she’d walked into her little bakery.
Vanessa’s hands went to Joey’s head as she kissed and licked and hummed the other woman to the point of no return.
Vanessa came to climax much as she did everything else: she was loud and enthusiastic, and had no qualms about telling Joey exactly how hot she was and how turned on she had made her.
Vanessa was, decided Joey, a work of art.