19. Zoe
Zoe
“Iwould be annoyed that you look so smug right now, but after that performance you have every right to feel smug. That was fucking incredible.”
Gretchen snuggled closer. “You’re welcome.”
I rubbed her arm with my hand, which was all I had energy for at the moment.
If someone asked me an hour ago if I’d ever had really good sex before, I would have said yes without hesitation.
But that all paled in comparison to what had just happened.
It was like my entire body had been electrified, and I knew without a doubt I’d never be the same again.
But turnabout was fair play and I was determined to give Gretchen the same pleasure she’d given me.
I rallied enough to push her on her back and lean over her for a kiss. I could taste myself on her mouth which should have grossed me out but somehow didn’t. While we kissed I lowered my arm to catch one of her small breasts in my hand, kneading it with almost lazy squeezes.
We broke apart and I slid lower, catching some of the skin on her shoulder between my teeth and biting down hard.
Gretchen made a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a shriek. “Are you giving me a hickey?”
I stopped long enough to say, “I want to mark you as mine” before returning to my task.
I’d never felt possessive like this before, but I decided to go with it. After I’d left a nice mark on Gretchen’s shoulder I kissed her again, my hands moving between her legs. Her torso was shorter than mine, so I had no problem kissing her while sliding my fingers through her folds.
“You’re so wet for me,” I said against her lips. “I love that.”
“I’m pretty sure I’ve been wet since I found you in that kitchen,” she whispered back.
I lifted my hand to give her mound a little smack. “You shouldn’t have made me wait so long then.”
She jumped, then laughed. “Did you just smack my pussy?”
I repeated the motion. “Sure did.”
“Stop playing around and make me come,” she whined.
As I lowered my head to kiss her again I tried to remember the last time I’d laughed during sex.
Probably never. I thrust my tongue in her mouth as I slid two fingers into her opening, my fingers mimicking the motion of my tongue.
I turned my hand so I could find her clit with my thumb, circling it a few times before pressing it down hard against the bone beneath.
Gretchen broke away from my mouth, her head moving from side to side and her hips popping up as she chased her orgasm. I bent my fingers inside her in the ‘come hither’ motion, finding that extra sensitive area that made her finally break apart.
“Zoe!”
She looked beautiful when she came, her eyes screwed up tight, her cheeks flushed, her face wearing a mask of pure pleasure.
I could watch her like this all day. I continued teasing her with my fingers until she released a long breath and stopped shaking.
Then I removed my fingers from her body and pressed them against her lips.
“Open.”
Her body jerked a little like maybe I’d triggered an aftershock, but she opened her mouth and cleaned her juices off my fingers. It was one of the most erotic things I’d seen in my life.
She shivered as the sweat on her body cooled. We were on top of the comforter, but I was way too wrung out to get up. Instead I grabbed one side and pulled it over us. Gretchen did the same and then we were wrapped up in the blanket like a giant burrito. That’s how we fell asleep.
When we woke up the summer sun was setting and we were both feeling hungry again. After pulling on some clothes we settled on the couch with crackers, sliced cheese, and grapes, watching TV and chatting until it was time to go to bed again.
“Will you sleep in my bed tonight?” Gretchen asked.
I was tempted to say that wasn’t what you did when engaging in a casual affair, but I liked the idea too much to say anything other than, “Try and stop me.”
We kissed and fooled around a little more before we fell asleep, my front pressed against Gretchen’s back.
I woke her up the next morning with my head between her legs, and after she was alert enough to give consent I ate Gretchen out before I even brushed my teeth.
That was another thing that was different with her – normally I hated morning sex.
There was too much light, too much risk of bad breath, not enough time.
But with Gretchen it felt completely natural.
We spent all day Sunday together, doing things around the house, working out together in the basement, and tending to both yards. Then we made dinner together, spent some time on the jigsaw puzzle we’d been working on together, and made love again before falling asleep. It was the perfect day.
Much to my surprise, I woke up nervous on Monday. I’d never been nervous about starting a new job in my life, but for some reason this seemed like a more ‘grown up’ and serious job than my long history of service jobs.
“Do you think this is okay to wear?” I asked Gretchen when I came out from getting ready. “I don’t really know what the dress code is there.”
I was wearing my dressy black pants with a short-sleeved pink blouse that Gretchen had given me.
“You look fine,” she reassured me. “Very few people at the agency dress up on a daily basis besides me and the executive director.”
I was scheduled for three full days of training and then I’d start my on-call schedule. Julia assured me that in the beginning I’d be put on shift with experienced staff who could continue the on-the-job training work.
“As soon as I get my first paycheck I’m going to hit the thrift shops and find some more clothes.”
She opened her mouth and I knew what she was going to say, so I held up my hand.
“You’ve already been more than generous,” I said. “My need for more clothes is not your problem. I’ll figure it out.”
For all that Gretchen seemed like a tough person she had a squishy inside.
She was a caretaker at heart, but I couldn’t be on equal terms with her in this relationship if I let her take care of me like some lost lamb.
If this was to work long-term – and I was already thinking about long-term with her – I needed to maintain my independence.
I did however accept a ride from her since today’s training was at the agency’s main office. A lady from Human Resources was waiting for me in the lobby when I got there and I saw her give us a curious look when Gretchen said goodbye to me.
“You and Gretchen know each other?” Melissa asked after she introduced herself.
“Yes, she’s friends with my grandmother and my temporary roommate.”
I had a feeling she suspected there was more to it than that, but she didn’t ask and I didn’t volunteer.
I understood that if Gretchen and I were in a relationship we’d have to report that to HR, but right now everything was too new.
I wasn’t sure if this was a relationship or a situationship and until we hammered all that out, there was no sense in making any official proclamations.
The first three hours of my day were mind-numbingly boring.
Melissa did her best to make the information engaging, but no one could make a review of personnel rules and timesheet instructions that exciting.
Once she was finished with that part of my training, she took me to IT where they taught me how to log in to access my email and something called Teams where we could do online meetings and send messages to staff members.
My boss Julia came to meet me after that, taking me to lunch at a nearby deli while we talked about her expectations for her staff. Then I spent the rest of the day with Rochelle from the QA department reviewing policies.
By the time I was done I was exhausted. I met Gretchen in the lobby promptly at five, glad to be done with all the boring stuff.
“How was your first day?” she asked.
I looked around to make sure we were alone before whispering, “Fucking boring. My god, there’s a policy and procedure for everything.”
Gretchen laughed. “Wait until tomorrow when you do the online trainings on HIPAA, sexual harassment, and blood borne pathogens, that’s where the real fun starts.”