Genevieve
Islid out of the front seat of Carrie’s van, unable to suppress the groan that came out of my mouth.
“You okay?” Carrie called from her side of the vehicle.
“Yeah, but my back is not happy about my activities tonight.”
We met at the back of the van and Carrie knocked her shoulder against mine, giving me a teasing smile.
“What’s the matter, princess? All that manual labor tire you out?”
“You know it did,” I said. “I have developed a new respect for everyone who works at these events. I mean I’ve always been polite to service people, said please and thank you while I stood around bored out of my mind, but I didn’t realize how hard carrying those trays is.
Or how rude other people are. I’ll never look at the servers the same way again. ”
“Good. My work here is done,” she teased.
We headed into the kitchen and Carrie stashed away the boxes of leftovers she’d brought with us.
She was a good boss, I’d seen that tonight.
She gave clear instructions, provided positive feedback to her team, made sure they took their breaks and took home boxes of leftovers before she took any for herself.
And the way she’d stormed over ready to let Bob have it after he pinched my ass and yelled at me?
That had been awesome. She’d looked like a sexy warrior, her fingers curled into fists and her eyes flashing with anger.
I’d been glad to have her in my corner, even if I didn’t technically need her.
I’d spent years dealing with handsy assholes who thought they were God’s gift to women.
When I was in my princess role they were more subtle about it, but I’d experienced enough ‘accidental’ touches of my butt and breasts to last me a lifetime.
It made me happy that Carrie wouldn’t hesitate to help her team members, most of whom were single moms, college students, and minimum wage workers just trying to make ends meet.
Despite my aching back and sore feet, I was glad I’d gone. It felt good to help Carrie, especially after she’d helped me.
I sighed as I realized that I needed to figure out my next move.
I couldn’t hide out here forever, we both knew that.
My boss was pretty flexible, but I needed to get back to work.
Plus according to my sister my parents were genuinely worried about me.
Not that I was surprised. I knew they loved me, and I loved them.
I wasn’t one prone to such impulsive behavior.
Running away and disappearing was out of character for me.
It was the kind of thing I might have done when I was a rebellious teenager, though I never had.
No, I needed to woman up and work things out.
But not tonight. Hopefully not tomorrow.
At Carrie’s urging I headed into the bathroom, drawing myself a hot bath and pouring in a liberal amount of my host’s lavender bubble bath.
As I eased beneath the bubbles I tried to figure out what I was going to do about Carrie.
My job, my parents, I had no doubt I could work things out with my family.
But Carrie was something entirely different.
Would she be open to dating once I left?
And what would that look like? I tried to imagine her accompanying me to the numerous social functions I attended, either for work or for my parents, and I couldn’t imagine it.
The woman didn’t own a dress, and she didn’t do small talk.
Even if I could convince her to be my date, she’d hate every minute of it. Hell, I hated every minute of it.
I wished there was a scenario where I could just stay here and help her with the catering company, but that was a scenario for a normal person with a normal life. Unfortunately I was about as far away from normal as a person could get.
Breathing out a sigh, I sunk lower in the water until everything but my head was submerged. There had to be a solution, right?
Then again, I didn’t even know if Carrie wanted to find a solution. I knew she was attracted to me. That kiss last night had certainly proved that. We got along well and were starting to have a genuine friendship. But would she want more?
When I was shriveled up like a prune and the water had gone cold I finally got out of the tub and headed into my bedroom to put on my pajamas.
Well, Carrie’s sister’s pajamas. My stomach growled, and I realized that I was hungry.
We’d had a small meal before we left for the event but other than those two bacon wrapped scallops I’d stolen I hadn’t eaten for hours.
I needed a snack, otherwise I wasn’t going to be able to sleep.
Apparently Carrie had the same idea. Like me, she was in her pajamas, her feet bare. She was leaning against the counter eating something off a napkin, a bottle of beer next to her.
“Hey, how was your bath?” she asked, her eyes moving over me like a caress.
“It was great, but now I’m hungry.”
She nodded towards the two boxes of leftovers we’d brought back. “Help yourself.”
I took a couple of the same mini quiches I’d smeared on Bob as well as a few other things that looked good, then boosted myself up on the counter next to her to eat.
“Do you always eat at the counter when there’s a perfectly good table five feet away?” I teased.
She smirked. “For some reason it feels like a snack instead of a meal if I eat here. Besides, I’m right next to the sink. Less mess to clean.”
“Brilliant.”
“Do you want a beer or something else to drink?”
“Beer sounds good, thanks.”
She looked surprised. “I didn’t take you for a beer drinker.”
“It’s an acquired taste,” I said, nodding my thanks as she popped off the lid and handed me a cold bottle of IPA. “One I acquired in college courtesy of my dorm mates.”
“Living among the little people is good for you.”
“Haha.”
I ate a mini quiche, and then a little hot dog thing that was wrapped in dough. I wasn’t sure what it was, but it was delicious.
Carrie finished her snack, tossing her napkin into the trash and turning to face me, one hip leaning against the counter as she drank her beer.
“You did a great job tonight Genny, truly. You were a big help. Thank you.”
“At least once I stopped dropping everything,” I said wryly.
“Yeah, I could tell you were nervous at first but once you settled in your groove, you were as good as any other server.”
“Thanks.”
For some reason that praise made me feel a warmth deep in my belly.
Or maybe it was the way Carrie was staring at me like she wanted to have me for dessert.
I set my food down on the counter, pushing it away from me, and spread my knees in invitation.
She didn’t hesitate to step between them, her hands settling on the counter on either side of my hips.
“We shouldn’t do this,” she whispered, easing closer.
“Do what? We’re not doing anything. Yet. But I wouldn’t be opposed to doing something. More than something, if I’m being totally honest.”
“I guess I wouldn’t be opposed to doing something either.”
I slid my arms around her waist, lacing my fingers at the small of her back and giving her a little tug. She closed the distance between us, hands still on the counter, and lowered her lips to mine.
Just like last night, the instant our mouths met my entire body lit up with excitement.
Carrie nipped at my lower lip, her tongue swooping in when I opened for her, and then we were kissing each other like we were lovers who’d been separated for years. It was hot and urgent and rough and somehow exactly what I needed.
My tongue tangled with hers, both of us battling for dominance. I tilted my head to get a better angle, and she moved deeper inside my mouth.
Meanwhile I moved my hands between us, cupping her breasts and squeezing them through the thin fabric of her pajama top. Her nipples hardened to sharp points against my palms, and she sighed against my mouth. I wrapped my legs around her hips, desperate to keep her close.
Suddenly her hands were everywhere. Stroking my back, running up my rib cage, and finally sliding inside my pants to squeeze my bare ass.
“I want you,” I gasped when we pulled apart to take a breath. “It’s all I can think about. I’ve never been this horny in my life.”
Her eyes widened at my crude words.
“Same.” She lowered her head to lick along my collar bone. “But this is temporary, we both know that.”
“If temporary is all I can get, I’ll take it. For now.”
She lifted her head again, examining my face like she wanted to verify that I was telling the truth.
“I have a bad feeling that having sex with you is going to ruin me for other women, but right now I can’t bring myself to care.”
“Let’s ruin each other,” I said. “We’re both single adults. Let’s just enjoy the time we have.”
“In that case, let’s get you out of those pants.”
Before I registered her words she’d dragged my pants down my legs. I wiggled on the counter, working my panties down as Carrie dropped to her knees. Because she was tall, she was the perfect height to…
“Oh my God!”
I couldn’t help but yelp as she dove right in, her tongue sliding in between my lower lips and heading north to circle my clit. Okay, she was going right there. No complaints.
Carrie teased my clit, tapping it a few times, then circling, then tapping again, using a firm pressure that made my little bud swell with arousal. She gripped one of my thighs with her fingers as her other hand slid between my legs.
“You’re so wet already,” she grumbled against my folds. “I love it.”
Of course I was wet, I’d been lusting after this woman for days.
Carrie slid one finger into my opening, pumping in and out at a steady pace while she continued to tease my clit with her tongue. She tapped and circled, tapped and circled, over and over again while fucking me with first one, then two fingers, stretching me.
I rolled my hips, meeting her fingers eagerly, pressing myself against her face, all my attention focused on my throbbing pussy. It didn’t take too long until I felt my entire body go still. Everything froze for a millisecond, then a jolt ran through my body, as if I’d been hit by lightning.
“Carrie,” I cried.
Then I was coming harder than I could remember ever coming before.