CHAPTER 18
Jennifer
This wasn’t exactly what Jennifer had expected to happen on her first night here, but she had had a long day at the hospital yesterday, having to stay after her shift when a trauma had come in right when she’d been about to leave, which always seemed to happen when she had something to do and never when she had a TV dinner and Netflix awaiting her at home.
She’d gotten home way later than she had planned as a result and had to pack and do laundry at the same time because most of her clothes had been piled up in her closet, in and on the overflowing hamper.
She’d planned to do laundry when she got home after a normal shift, giving her plenty of time to pack after, but that hadn’t happened, and she’d gotten hardly any sleep.
Her flight had experienced some major turbulence on top of that, and she’d been starving by the time she’d arrived at the house because her plan to eat before the flight had been ruined when the lines for every single restaurant had been too long for her to squeeze in real food and her only option had been one of those premade sandwiches at the airport convenience store and a bag of chips.
She’d at least eaten dinner now, which had helped with her hunger, but she hadn’t slept yet, and she’d been tense all day.
Well, she’d been tense since yesterday, when her ex-girlfriend had met her in the locker room of the hospital, asked her not to go to this event, and asked her to give her another chance, which Jennifer had promptly declined.
So, tonight, at drinks, she’d had two glasses of wine.
She’d watched Helena and Becky sort of dance around one another without actually speaking.
She’d noticed Gage staring at each of them one by one, sizing everyone up.
She’d seen Carrie standing off to the side a bit so as not to be noticed.
Then, she had eaten dinner and spent most of her time focused on food and not having a conversation.
Now, her head was between a beautiful woman’s legs, and she had one of her hands between her own because Jennifer needed to come.
She needed a damn release after all the stress that had come from just getting to this event, but also from her soon-to-be new job and leaving the one she’d had for her entire medical career.
“Are you…” Helena didn’t finish her question because she lifted her head to check. “Fuck. You’re touching yourself, too?”
Jennifer grunted in response but didn’t lift her mouth away from Helena’s center.
She continued to stroke herself quickly as she sucked on Helena’s clit, hiding under the skirt of Helena’s dress, letting the woman picture someone else’s mouth there, if she wanted, because Jennifer didn’t care.
She liked making a woman come. It gave her pleasure to do it, and that was especially true when she had a hard clit between her lips and was stroking her own at the same time.
When Helena’s hand landed on the back of her head through her dress, Jennifer groaned and sucked harder. She was so damn close.
“Don’t come. Let me,” Helena said. “Please.”
Jennifer moaned because she wanted that.
Yes, having another woman make her come would be great, but she also wanted this orgasm by her own hand, so when Helena started to come, Jennifer stroked faster and came without making a sound.
And there was something extra hot about that, forcing herself to keep quiet, pretending as if she hadn’t just come hard against her own hand and that her clit wasn’t pulsing hard because, finally, she’d given it release.
Getting off at the hospital had never been an option for her.
It wasn’t like some of the medical shows made it out to be.
Doctors and nurses weren’t fucking each other in on-call rooms left and right.
She also thought it inappropriate to do anything sexual at work, even kiss her own girlfriend, so that left her little time to take care of her needs.
She was looking forward to working more traditional hours and having more chances and energy to go on dates and take care of herself when no one else was available.
“Get up here,” Helena said after a moment. “And tell me what you want.”
Jennifer didn’t tell her that she’d just come.
She could always come again, and with the taste of Helena on her lips, she took off her clothes and watched as Helena stripped out of her dress.
Helena was a beautiful woman, and had she not been totally hung up on another woman Jennifer had seen her stare at all evening, she might have even pursued something beyond tonight, but she wasn’t about trying to make something work with someone who was into someone else.
Revenge sex or maybe just sex, she could do, though.
She pointed for Helena to go back on the bed, and when Helena’s head hit the back of the pillows, Jennifer moved to straddle her face.
“You’re close already, aren’t you?” Helena asked.
“Yes,” she said, because while she had technically come once, she would come again very quickly while she was this sensitive.
She lifted Helena’s head to her center and let her take it from there as she pressed her hands to the wall behind the bed and listened to the sounds of sex from the room behind theirs.
She had no idea who was in that room, but it didn’t matter.
It sounded like someone was having a great time, and it only spurred her on.
“God, yes,” she encouraged. “There. Fuck. That’s good. You’ll make me come.”
Helena moaned into her, and Jennifer tilted her pelvis to give her better access. When she reached behind her and began stroking Helena’s clit with her hand, Helena moaned again but made no move to stop her. In fact, she just gripped her hips tighter.
“I’m coming,” Jennifer said, rubbing her clit over Helena’s chin rapidly to help ride out her orgasm. “Fuck, yes,” she added for good measure.
When she could tell that Helena was coming as well, she stopped moving her hips and lifted herself a little to let the woman breathe and moan out her pleasure. She rolled off Helena a moment later and lay on her back staring up at the ceiling, trying to catch her breath.
“That was great. Thank you,” she said after a minute of silence. “God, I really needed that.”
“Me too,” Helena replied. “I don’t think I knew how much. You have a very talented mouth and fingers.”
Jennifer laughed and said, “And your tongue is amazing. I could let you lick me all night.”
“I might need to take a few breaks.” Helena chuckled.
“And I might need to sleep. I’m going off of just a few hours, which I’m used to, but the flight was bad, and I think you just took a lot out of me, too.”
“Understood. I can leave you alone so you can get some sleep.”
“I’m not kicking you out,” Jennifer said.
“No, it’s okay. I think I’d like to be in my own room now anyway. This was… weirdly, what I needed, given my circumstances, but I think I’d like to be alone now. I have some processing to do after today. Thank you for this, Jennifer. Really. Is that okay to say?”
“Totally. And same to you,” she replied. “Hey, what are you going to do about Becky?”
“That’s why I need to be alone: to do some thinking on that front.”
Jennifer closed her very tired eyes and said, “Well, if it doesn’t work out with anyone else here for you or for me, and you want to have some more fun, I’d be okay with that. Like I said, sex can just be sex.”
“I’ll keep you posted,” Helena replied with a laugh, and Jennifer felt her get out of bed.
A few minutes later, Helena left the room, and Jennifer rolled over. She’d come here to find love, not sex, but if sex was all she was going to get tonight, she’d at least had some good sex.