CHAPTER 35
Sharon
“Now, for my secret talent,” Debra said as she moved behind the bar.
“You have secret talents?” she asked and leaned over the front of it.
“I do. Well, just one.”
“Bartending?”
“I did it in college. For my last two years, anyway. But I specifically meant that I make a mean Old-Fashioned.”
“Old-Fashioned? Really?” Sharon chuckled. “I don’t even know what’s in one of those. It seems like a sophisticated drink, and I’m intimidated by sophisticated drinks.”
“What do you usually order?”
“House red or white, or maybe a beer. I’m not exactly rolling in cash, so I don’t go out drinking much, and I’d rather buy food than booze at the store.”
“Well, you’re here right now, and this is top-shelf stuff, so you should take advantage.”
“And I have a top-shelf bartender to make one for me, apparently, so I’m in,” she said and watched Debra seem to change before her eyes.
Debra had appeared quiet and shy about an hour ago, but from the moment Sharon’s head hit her chest, she had started to come out of her shell, and Sharon liked that a lot.
She liked how confident Debra was as she made the drink and how she talked about how much fun math and finance could be, even though most people thought it boring.
“Math is everywhere, you know? It’s in this drink,” she said, placing the glass on the bar for Sharon.
“Everything is portioned exactly how it should be to make the perfect Old-Fashioned. That’s math.
There’s math in flowers, in sports, in stoplights and their patterns, in crossword puzzles.
I have always loved that about numbers.”
“How is math in crossword puzzles?”
“There are only twenty-six letters in the English alphabet. Then, there are only certain letters that could fit in a column or row. You have–” Debra stopped and shook her head. “This is boring.”
“No, it’s not. I was listening.”
“We don’t have to talk about math.”
“We can talk about whatever we want. I liked listening to you,” Sharon told her.
“Do you like sports?”
“Some, yeah.”
“Pick one,” Debra said and leaned over the bar next to her.
“Um… Baseball,” she replied. “My dad used to take me to games every summer.”
“Great example. You can drink that now.”
Debra nodded to the drink.
“But you don’t have a drink,” Sharon noted.
“I’ll share that one with you.”
Debra winked at her.
“You’re really hot right now,” Sharon said with a smile and felt her cheeks flush.
“What? Why?” Debra asked with a cute little laugh.
“You’re all confident and commanding right now, and it’s just really hot.”
Sharon lifted the drink to her lips and took a sip, expecting it to be too strong and not her thing, but her eyes went wide when it hit her tongue.
“Damn. That’s good,” she said and held the glass out as if the explanation for its good taste was visible.
“You like it?”
“I do. And I like you, too,” she added, passing Debra the glass.
“I don’t know why, but I’ll take it.”
Debra ran a hand through her short hair, took the glass, and sipped its contents.
“You’re just different than I thought you’d be,” Sharon said.
“Different good or different bad?”
“Very much good,” she replied and accepted the glass back from Debra, taking another sip. “You should make one for you because I like this and plan to drink it all myself.”
“Do you…” Debra faded out as she started on the second drink.
“Do I what?”
“Nothing,” Debra said, shaking her head.
“No, say it,” she encouraged.
“Do you want to go in there now? I’ll finish making my drink and follow you.”
“The den?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to go in that room?”
“Maybe,” Debra said.
“Say you want me to, and I’ll go. No maybes,” Sharon teased.
“I want.”
Sharon winked at her, left the bar, and walked into the den, not knowing where to start.
She’d been in this den the night before and had had Kristina over the desk, liking that, but taking charge wasn’t something she wanted to do every time she had sex.
On top of that, now that she’d spent some time with Debra, she wanted to see where that could go and didn’t want another night with Kristina or even Gage, for that matter.
“See anything you like?”
Sharon turned and noticed Debra walk in behind her, holding her own drink and looking totally at ease with herself. Debra’s hand went to the small of her back, and Sharon leaned into the touch.
“That’s new,” she noted, pointing to the shelf in front of her.
“You’ve spent some time in here, huh?” Debra asked.
“Do you really want to know?” Sharon checked, turning her head to her.
“Not really, no.” Debra laughed a little. “What is that, a pile of DVDs?”
“Yes. And there’s a DVD player in every room, I have noticed. How a house like this has DVD players all over and not smart TVs or streaming devices is beyond me.”
“Maybe older people own it. They have updated a lot here, but not in the tech department.”
“It’s porn,” Sharon stated.
“Oh,” Debra replied.
Sharon turned to her and asked, “Not into it? I know they have lame titles and can be pretty silly at times, but–”
“No, I meant that she probably put that there for me,” Debra interrupted and moved to the shelf, setting her glass down next to the DVDs and picking one up to examine. “I put in my forms that porn is one of the only things I’ve been able to… get wet to.”
“So, you do like it?”
“I’m not able to get as wet down there as I used to, even though I’m turned on and it has nothing to do with that, but for some reason, watching a few scenes in a movie like this has been somewhat helpful.
I haven’t had a partner in a while, so I don’t know if it’s different with a woman than it is when I’m alone these days. ”
“What was it like when you were with whomever you were with here?”
“I didn’t come from her touching me. It felt nice, and I touched myself and got there eventually, but I wasn’t soaked or anything.”
“Do you want to take this back to the bedroom?” Sharon asked. “We can put it in.”
“You want to watch porn with me? For our first time?”
Sharon smiled at her and said, “I like that you just said that; our first time. And I like porn. I haven’t watched one on a DVD, but when it’s not too cheesy or violent, it’s good. I watch all kinds, though. Guy/guy, girl/girl, straight, and everything in between.”
“I like straight porn, too. I don’t know why, but I do. This is two women.”
Debra held up the DVD.
“I can see that.” Sharon smiled. “Back to the bedroom with it?”
“Um… Okay.”
“Anything else?” Sharon asked, moving into Debra and wrapping her arms around Debra’s waist from behind after setting her drink next to hers on the shelf.
“That’s pretty good; what you’re doing right now.”
Sharon rested her chin on Debra’s shoulder and said, “Let’s get it all out now, shall we? Or some of it, at least.”
“What do you–”
“Vibrators, yes. Definitely, in fact. I love them. I have several of them at home. You already know I’ll happily watch porn with you.
Strap-ons are great. I like to give and receive in that department, but my preference is mainly receiving.
” She moved her lips to Debra’s ear and added, “I love getting fucked with one.”
“Oh, wow,” Debra said.
“But I also love nice and slow,” Sharon shared.
“Me too,” Debra replied. “Um… giving; my preference is giving that.”
“That works out well,” Sharon said, moving her hands to Debra’s belt buckle. “I also love going down on a woman, and I love it when she does that to me.”
“Yes,” Debra let out. “Me too. Both.”
“There are other things we can talk about, but I think that can wait until later because I’d really like to go back to the bedroom with you now and do some of those things instead. Talking can wait.”
“Yes, it can,” Debra stated before she handed Sharon the DVD, grabbed both of their glasses, and they walked to Sharon’s room with smiles on their faces.
Once inside, the door was locked. Sharon went to the DVD player, slid in the disc, grabbed the remote, and sat on the bed. Then, she turned on the TV and waited for the menu to appear.
“Can you put it on mute?” Debra requested after setting their drinks down on their respective tables.
“You don’t want to hear it?”
“I hate the music and some of the fake sounds. It pulls me out of the mood.”
“No problem,” Sharon replied and pressed mute on the menu screen.
Then, she turned around and saw Debra standing by the side of the bed, looking down at it.
“Hey, if you don’t want to–”
“I do,” Debra said. “I’m just trying to figure out what to do first.”
“Oh,” Sharon replied. “Well, what usually works to get you going?”
“I think what usually works doesn’t apply here.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m usually alone.”
“Do you want me to leave for–”
“No,” Debra interrupted. “God, no. I don’t want to be weird about this. I had sex the other night. I know I should be fine with it now, but you’re standing over there, looking gorgeous, and you’re somehow into me, and–”
“Hey, hold on a second, okay? Just watch.”
Sharon pressed the play button on the DVD and set the remote aside.
“We don’t–” Debra stopped when Sharon pulled off her shirt. “Oh.”
Sharon moved to her and undid her belt.
“I want you,” she said. “Now, okay?”
“Okay,” Debra replied.
Sharon unbuttoned and unzipped Debra’s jeans next.
“Take those off for me,” she requested.
“Okay,” Debra repeated.
“Now, tell me what you want,” she said as she watched Debra rather eagerly kick off her pants.
“I want you.”
“But what do you want with me?”
“Everything,” Debra stated and stood back up. “Sorry, that’s probably too much for what is a very strange first date. I meant that I want to do everything with you.”
“Rustic cottage?”
“I’ll make you tea,” Debra offered.
Sharon smiled and asked her, “What do you want right now?”
“You. Naked.”
“And?”
“Going down on me. God, I want your mouth on me. It’s all I can think about. I want to watch what’s happening on the screen so that I can get wet for you, and I want you to go down on me.”
“Then, take my clothes off.”
Debra leaned in and said, “First, I want a kiss.”
She kissed Sharon softly at first, and Sharon felt hands all over her body, searching for her clothes.
When Debra’s hands finally found the clasp on her bra and undid it for her, Sharon let it fall to the floor, and within minutes, Debra had her pants off, along with her underwear, and she had Sharon on the bed.
Sharon looked up at Debra, who still had on her shirt and her underwear, and she licked her lips as she watched Debra remove everything separating them.
“You’re gorgeous. Get over here.”
Debra climbed on top of her and kissed her again, her hips settling between Sharon’s, causing her to grunt and then let out a moan.
“You sure you don’t want this now?” Debra asked, rolling down into her.
“I want to do what you said first.”
“Okay.”
Debra kissed her neck and lowered her lips to Sharon’s breast, where she sucked on her nipple.
“Oh, fuck,” Sharon said.
“I want you.”
“I thought you wanted me to go down on you,” Sharon replied.
“I do. God, I want all of it.”
“Those two women are about to go to town on each other. Want to watch them while my head is buried between your legs?”
Debra looked at her, serious, and asked, “Are you a perfect woman?”
Sharon smiled and said, “No, but I really want to taste you now.”
“I might not have… much going on.”
“I don’t care. It’s all you,” she replied and rolled them over until she was on top.
She spread Debra’s legs and looked down. Debra wasn’t soaked or anything, but she was a little wet. Sharon smiled, licked her lips, and quickly settled between her legs.
“Watch the screen and tell me to do what you like. I’ll do it, okay? Anything you want.”
“Yes,” Debra said.
Sharon watched her for a moment and noticed Debra’s eyes were on the screen behind her.
“What are they doing?” she asked and nipped at Debra’s inner thigh.
“One of them is massaging the other’s breasts. They’re both naked.”
“Yeah?”
“And a hand is– Oh. It’s sliding down.”
Sharon moved her lips closer.
“She’s stroking her now,” Debra added.
“Can I stroke you now?”
“Yes,” Debra replied.
“Tell me how.”
“Lick me slowly.”
“Yes, baby,” she said and felt her own wetness growing.
She licked Debra and moaned.
“Am I…”
“A little. But you’d be perfect even if you weren’t.”
“It doesn’t bother you?”
“Are you turned on right now?”
“God, yes,” Debra confirmed and pushed Sharon’s hair out of her face. “You’re so beautiful, and I can’t believe you’re down there, doing this to me.”
“I am very turned on right now, too,” Sharon said and licked her again before she reached between her own legs to drag her fingers through her wetness and held up her hand. “See?”
“That’s for me?” Debra asked.
“Yes.”
Debra sat up a little, pulled the fingers into her mouth, and sucked on them while Sharon watched her.
“Please lick me again. I need to come,” she said as she looked into Sharon’s eyes. “And I need to have you after I come.”
“Really not a problem,” Sharon said with a little laugh. “Tell me more about what they’re doing.”
“Can I just close my eyes and enjoy this?” Debra asked.
“Absolutely.”
Sharon smiled and lowered her head to lick Debra until she was ordered to suck her, which she happily did.
“I’m coming,” Debra told her, holding her head down, making Sharon moan. “Oh, my God! I’m coming.”
Sharon continued to lick her until Debra’s hips stopped moving. Then, she opened her eyes and looked up, noticing that Debra was crying, holding her arm over her eyes. Sharon moved quickly to hover over her.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“You just made me come.”
“That’s a good thing, right?”
“Yes. I’m so sorry. You’re the first person to make me come since my wife, and it just hit me. I thought I couldn’t come anymore. It’s hard to even…” Debra sniffled. “Get myself there, but you just did that, and it was so damn good that I’m crying now. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize.” Sharon pulled on Debra’s arm. “What do you need right now?”
“Can I hold you? I just want to hold you.”
“Of course, you can.”
“I promise, I’ll do everything else we talked about after, but–”
“It’s okay,” Sharon said, realizing that it was, because, as much as she wanted to come, Debra was more important right now. “Come here, baby,” she added, lowering herself down for Debra and letting her wrap her up in her arms.
“That was amazing,” Debra whispered.
“Yes, it was,” she whispered back.