Chapter Eleven
Nikki
The drive seemed to blink by. After we dropped off Dolly with her dad, Maeda looked at me and said, “I don’t want to go to my empty house right now.”
“Do you want me to take you to my place?”
She blushed. “If you want to.”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I put the car in drive.
When we passed the WELCOME TO PINE GROVE sign, my pulse quickened. We had held hands the entire drive. I thanked the stars that my apartment was clean.
“I don’t want to make assumptions,” I said after I parked in my designated parking spot. “So, what are you expecting tonight?”
Maeda unbuckled her seat belt and leaned over the center console to me, one hand on my thigh supporting her weight.
An inch away from my lips, she paused. “Tonight, I don’t want to think.
I don’t want to pretend. I want to follow this wherever it leads, especially if that means I get to have a magical night with the wonderful woman in front of me. ”
“With her kind heart…” She kissed the side of my neck.
“Her strong hands…” She kissed my cheek.
Then, she pulled back and looked at me. “But, only if you want to…”
I closed the distance. My mouth explored hers, our breathing became ragged.
“Get out of the car,” I commanded. “I want you on my bed.”
She giggled, and I rushed to open the car door for her, then fumbled with the key to my front door.
Eventually, we got inside. I kicked off my shoes, and she followed suit.
Then, I picked her up and placed her ass on the table by the door where I usually put my keys and plugged my phone in.
The motion knocked some mail on the floor, but who cared?
Maeda hiked up her floor-length skirt and wrapped her arms and legs around me.
I kissed her. Hard. Unyielding. Our mouths caressed each other.
Tongues tentative then possessive. I wanted to taste every inch of her.
I pulled at her shirt. She lifted it off over her head and let it drop to the floor. Her beautiful breasts were resting in a black lace bra. I practically drooled.
“You too,” she demanded. I obliged, removing my button up shirt one button at a time. My navy sports bra was nothing to brag about, but she traced her hands over my chest, down to my abs.
I pulled her off the table and led her up the stairs to my bedroom.
The bedroom of my studio loft apartment was just a second-floor mezzanine with walls that didn’t reach the ceiling, so I could look down into my living room.
It was just big enough for my bed, a nightstand, and some built in shelves between two closets — one I used for clothes and the other for storage.
I was a little self conscious about the room, but Maeda only had eyes for me.
When we got to the landing, I picked her up by her waist and tossed her on the bed.
With a giddy shriek, she bounced on her ass onto the mattress, leaning back on her elbows.
I knelt before her and placed my fingers inside the waistband of her skirt.
“May I?”
Maeda nodded.
“Use your words, pretty girl,” I corrected her.
“Yes,” she whispered. I kissed above her hip.
“Ass up,” I instructed. She lifted herself on her elbows, arching her back with her pelvic thrust to lift her hips off the bed so I could pull he skirt down. She was wearing a black thong with a small cherry charm under the black ribbon bow.
“Cherries,” I murmured, taking the charm in my teeth and pulling slightly. “My favorite flavor.”
I tucked my tongue under the string that wrapped around her waist and pulled it down. Her pussy welcomed me like the explorer is welcomed to the uncharted. Enticing as an oasis.
“Mae…” I moaned, the left side of my face resting on her inner thigh, my right hand crawled up her body to cup her breasts, the thin lace of her bralette exposing her peaked nipples, which I rolled gently between my thumb and finger.
“Nikki, if you keep teasing me I don’t think I can take it,” Maeda pleaded.
I smiled wickedly. “You’ll take it, pretty girl. You’ll take anything I choose to give, won’t you?”
Maeda arched her back against the bed, wordlessly asking me for more. I pushed my right hand up further, to her mouth. She sucked on my pointer and middle fingers. “Yes, dolci, make my fingers ready for you.”
When my fingers were covered in her spit, I brought my hand down to her clit.
I gently massaged her. Drawing an alphabetical pattern, some shapes, and some repeating motions she seemed to respond to well.
Her pussy was so wet that my mouth was watering, but I could push her further.
My fingers entered her, and she moaned. I could feel my own wetness building.
I plunged my fingers in and out of her cunt at a steady pace.
Maeda’s hips started to rock with the motion.
That’s when I put my mouth on her. I sucked, flicked my tongue, and lapped up every centimeter of her while my hand kept a steady rhythm.
I sucked on her clit once more and curled my fingers inside against her G-spot.
She trembled. The noises she made were delicious.
“Nikki, fucking, oh… shit. Nikki, yes. God… I’m going to.” She panicked. Then, she quivered and came all over me.
Maeda fell limp on the bed.
“You feeling okay?” I asked.
She tucked her chin down and looked at me with a dreamy expression. She nodded.
“Get on the bed,” I instructed, her legs still hanging off the edge. She rolled over and crawled up the bed. Her ass up like that, I would have gotten the strap out. Instead, I crawled up next to her, my head on her chest. I could hear the fluttering of her heart as she stroked my hair.
“So, did you enjoy that?” I asked.
“Mmhmm,” she replied. “But, I feel bad that you did all the work.”
“It’s not work to give devotion,” I said. “Besides, we have all night.”
“Then, let’s not waste it,” she said. Then, she kissed me, and we were off again. We went several rounds, her hands, my mouth, clits on thighs, scissoring. We took a break to eat something around 1 A.M.
“I’m telling you, chunky peanut butter is better,” Maeda argued.
“And, I’m telling you, that’s a criminally insane take. You can get locked up for that.” I spread some creamy peanut butter on a slice of toast. “Creamy is superior because look at how it melts on the warm toast.”
“Most people don’t toast their bread before making a PB&J,” Maeda said with a smile as she added strawberry jelly to a slice. “And, you aren’t even making a sandwich, it’s just toast.”
“Two slices of bread for a PB&J is disproportionate. I’ll die on this hill,” I asserted.
We sat on the kitchen floor and ate our snack. She looked around.
“I like your little gallery.” She nodded toward my ancestral altar.
“Thanks. I recently started getting into my maternal ancestral line. Turns out, I’m a quarter Italian. So, I’ve been trying to incorporate some Italian folk practices into my life. I got these pictures of my great-great-grandparents from a cousin who lives in Naples still.”
“That’s really cool! Is that why you have the Italian pepper tattooed on your neck?”
I laughed and touched where the tattoo was. “It’s not a pepper. It’s a bull’s horn. People just think its a pepper because its usually made out of red coral.”
She stretched her legs out, her calves resting on my thighs. She had put on a pair of my shorts I slept in and a baggy t-shirt. Her sex hair was a little wild. I wanted to kiss her gently, breathe her in. I wanted to be tender.
“I like your apartment a lot.”
I shrugged. “It’s small, but it works for now.”
I started having visions in my mind, like a daydream montage of getting a small house with three bedrooms: one for us, one for Dolly, and an office.
We could decorate it and make it our own.
Dolly’s room could have a ballet barre in it, if she wanted.
There would be a trampoline in the backyard by a tire swing and a hammock for Maeda to relax in.
I could see the three of us around a kitchen table, making ravioli together. A home, full of love.
I could see it so clearly.
I went on my phone and started looking at houses for sale.