Chapter 4
At around one in the morning, we woke up entangled in each other's arms. By the time we were both fully awake we'd been kissing for several minutes. Jenna woozily claimed I'd woken her, but I distinctly remember the feeling of her lips on mine being the first sensation I had. Needless to say, we didn't get back to sleep before making love again. I could still move afterward, so I asked her if she wanted me to grab her shirt, but she said she had enjoyed the feel of my skin against hers and was happy to snuggle naked.
The next time I woke was just before the alarm I'd set, so I made breakfast and coffee. Jenna was as hard to wake as any of the other times she'd slept over. Harder, perhaps, but this time I could amuse myself by peeling back the blankets and watching the rise and fall of her gorgeous breasts. When she finally opened her eyes, I'd been using a finger to tap the side of a breast and watch it quiver.
"What are you doing?" she croaked.
Chuckling, I explained. "Proving to myself that my beautiful girlfriend is real," I said. "There's coffee, and breakfast is ready. Do you want to come through, or shall I bring you breakfast in bed?"
"I'll come through," she said. "Let me take a couple of sips of coffee."
When she stumbled into the kitchen, she'd tossed on her sleep shirt. She gave me a curious look. "Did we..."
"Did we wake up making love?" I finished for her. "Yes, we did."
"That's a relief," she said. "I was afraid it was a particularly vivid wet dream. As much as I couldn't get enough of you last night, I don't think I'd want all my dreams to be about you, too. I'm going to be daydreaming about you today anyway."
That gave me a warm thrill. "Yeah, I think I might have that problem. Can I see you tonight?"
"My place?" she said. "We'll scandalize the cats."
Jenna took a shower before she left. While she was dressing, I took her another coffee. That was a mistake, because I soon had her undressed and back in bed.
When we finally released each other, she still had time to stop by her house and feed the cats, but without much leeway, and, she said, barely able to walk after her last orgasm. I wished her luck carrying merchandise around, then took a nap before I had to get ready for work.
The day felt like a dream. Two days ago I'd been obsessing about my unattainable crush. Now I was obsessing about seeing her again tonight.
Shelby stopped by my office to check on the status of the bar. It was a quiet day, and there'd been little to do other than coordinate installation of two more beer taps later in the week, so I'd been working on a project which was close enough to being ready that I could present it, so I asked her to stay, then turned my external monitor around for her to see. She moved her chair closer to my desk.
"I have a proposal and a request," I said. "The request depends on what you think to the proposal, so I'll go through that, first."
"Okay," she said, looking at me curiously. "You seem to be very upbeat today. Is something going on?"
Shaking my head in the negative, I said, "Everything's fine."
My phone chimed. I glanced at it to see
Jenna: "Paralysis wore off by the time I got home. No problem carrying manure 🤔. Looking forward to tonight. ❤️
I was smiling when I set my phone down.
"You got laid!" Shelby accused. "That's why you're bouncing around farting rainbows and unicorns!"
"I hope I'm not farting anything," I said, though I couldn't help the heat travelling to my face. "This office is too small for that."
"You did!" Shelby's dark face split with her smile. "You have a girlfriend! Roxy says she's hot. I wish I'd been here to meet her."
Oh, shit. I'd forgotten that Shelby knew nothing about the weekend's events. My face felt cold now. "Yeah. I, uh, have a hot new girlfriend. It's, uh, Jenna."
Shelby's smile became a look of confusion, as if she was trying to figure out whether there could be two Jennas. After a moment, she said, "Our Jenna?"
"Uh, yeah," I confirmed. "Is that... going to be a problem?"
"Roxy said you were dating a hot Black girl," she said, still puzzled.
"I was," I said. "Well, I almost was. That's Cade. She's really nice, but I couldn't, because, well, me and Jenna..."
"You and Jenna." She gave me a hard look. "How long has that been going on?"
"Technically, since yesterday," I said. "But really, since... well, I kissed her before Halloween. When we went to the faire. Since then."
"But Jenna's straight," Shelby insisted.
"No one's more surprised than me to find that she's not," I said, "unless it's Jenna herself. She figured it out a couple of weeks ago, and we just admitted what was going on yesterday."
"Hmm," Shelby mused. "Well, we always talk about her as my little sister, but clearly she's not. She's a full-grown adult woman."
"She's that, alright." It slipped out without conscious thought. "Oh, shit. Sorry! Sorry, pretend you didn't hear that."
Shelby looked askance at me. But then she shook her head in apparent amusement. "If I have to put together another breakup party for her, I'm going to have to kill you. You know that, right?"
And even though I knew she didn't mean it literally, I accepted the warning for what it was.
"So, about your proposal..."
The switch back to our original topic didn't register instantly. Why was Shelby talking about me proposing to Jenna? We'd been together one day. Though that wasn't to say it couldn't happen.
"Oh, right. My proposal. We're closed Monday and Thursday. Why don't we offer private party packages for one or both days? Exclusive use of the place. We'd require bar staff, of course, but they can be voluntary and paid overtime." I opened the spreadsheet I'd prepared. "Say, two-fifty per hour, minimum two hours. That seems comparable to other bars, and we have entertainment that they don't. I broke it down for different cost schedules. That would barely break even, but that's not including alcohol sales. Make the party size a minimum of ten. Then this column would be the expected sales profit, and this one the profit overall."
Shelby squinted at the numbers. "You have another column here for restaurant sales?"
"Thursday's a slow day. Give the party a twenty-percent discount on a meal, one day only. The idea being they spend three or four hours throwing axes and then conveniently they can get a discount to eat together. When you own the restaurant, too, keeping the group on the premises brings in better revenue. Bar sales wouldn't be discounted, of course."
"Would you be aiming this at weddings, and the kinds of parties you already have scheduled?"
"Maybe," I said. "There's a large bridal party that wanted a Thursday evening, since it wouldn't be shared with anyone, but generally I think Thursdays suck for wedding planners. It might be worth working with the city tourism planning group as a destination for tour groups. I'm thinking private organizations that want to host members-only events. Churches. Community groups. And last night at Gabby's I realized it might be ideal for gay and lesbian groups. I should have thought of that earlier, but this morning my Google results tell me that axe-throwing is almost a stereotypical lesbian activity."
"Church groups and lesbians," Shelby mused. "Not at the same time, I take it."
I laughed. "That would be a bad idea. But I should call Kate to get her input about lesbian groups."
Shelby raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to tell Jenna you're calling the girl who wants your body?"
"Yeah, I wouldn't dare not to," I said, "though Jenna knows I have no interest in Kate."
"I'm going to think about this. It seems like a lot of effort to open the bar on a closed day, but it might be worthwhile. And we'd only be opening privately, scheduled in advance, so it wouldn't be on spec. I wouldn't want to do it before the restaurant is moved, so it would be, umm, March, at the earliest. Maybe not for a couple of months after. Can you send me the spreadsheet?"
"Sure," I said. "I'll need to decline the bridal party that originated the suggestion, but the timing was never going to work for them."
"What's the second idea? The request, you said?"
I turned the display back around. I'd made my pitch. "Like I said, we were at Gabby's yesterday. I was talking to my friends Kayla and Anita, who are getting married in August. Everyone's arriving on Friday, the third full week of the month. If we're going to do private parties, I'd like to offer the bar to them on Thursday, specifically as an informal venue for anyone who wants to arrive early. I wouldn't want to charge them. If we need to pay the party fee you can take it out of my commission."
"I don't pay you commission," Shelby growled.
"Exactly," I said. "If we'd be starting the events around that time frame, you could consider it a dry run. If not, well, bar profits should prevent the day from going into the red. It could help get the word out to lesbian groups, if that's a viable market. But really, I just want to party with my friends."
Shelby grunted. "That's fair. Even if I don't go ahead with the concept, I think we could open for them. You've earned some consideration." Then she glared at me. "But if you dump my little sister before then, I'm locking the doors. To your office, too, probably."
"Yessir, Shelby," I said.
Me: What time? Should I bring food and wine?
Jenna: 8:30, no, and yes if you want.
The kitchen was a disaster. I think I could have cooked for a party and made less of a mess. But Jenna didn't cook, and for her to go to so much effort made me happy. She'd made chickpea avocado tacos, which collapsed under their own weight when I tried to eat them, but which tasted good.
There was a bowl of chicken, shredded from the store-bought rotisserie chicken that was part of the mess on the kitchen counter, to supplement her own tacos, but she decided she didn't need it, and would save it for another meal.
"I hope you're not one of the people who can't eat cilantro," she said. "I didn't think about that before adding it."
"I love it," I said. "And I'm thrilled that you went to all this effort for me."
"It's only fair," she said, her cheeks coloring.
"I am going to help you clean up," I said. "You've obviously worked hard." Then, "Daisy!" I yelled. The grey cat had sneaked up onto the counter and was nosing the chicken. Her tail fluffed instantly and she was out of the room in a flash. A second later we heard a crash from the other side of the house.
"Sorry," I said. "I don't know what she hit."
Jenna chuckled. "You saved the chicken. And you don't even eat it."
The kitchen didn't take as long to clear around as I'd expected. I arranged everything into the fridge, which wasn't hard since there was little in there. At least after I'd tossed the three saved containers that were best left unopened.
Jenna hadn't thrown away cans and plastic after using their contents, and she'd left used mixing bowls on the counter, which was why the result was so untidy. If you don't cook much, it's easy not to realize how much of a difference keeping up with your trash makes. We might have to have that conversation one day, but for now I was just delighted that she'd cooked for me.
We took our wine to the living room. Daisy was eyeing me suspiciously from a corner, her tail still fluffed. Scaring her hadn't improved my chances of her accepting me. Poppy was beneath the TV, curled up around a toy mouse.
"We could log into your Netflix account," Jenna suggested.
"I'll do that," I said, "but let's find something for you. You've been suffering my choices on every visit. You should choose. But may I look around your house first? This is a nice looking place."
Jenna smiled. "Thanks. It's small, but it has a good sized yard. Bring your wine and follow me."
The house was less than a thousand square feet. For a single woman, it was perfect. The den was large and comfortable. As the only room in that section of the house, it had windows on three sides, with a wood burning stove and wide-screen TV on the fourth wall. A large couch faced the TV. I felt the air close to the stove, but it wasn't lit. Jenna said she didn't use it normally, but it was really nice to have when the weather was cold.
The house had two bedrooms and a sun room. Jenna showed me the sun room first. It was empty, unheated, and the door to the outside was dark. She outlined the plant display she intended to build there.
The shared bathroom was nothing special, just a bathtub, toilet and single washbasin, a shower head over the tub. It was painted a drab off-white. Jenna had plans to brighten it, but it would always be small.
The guest bedroom held a full-size bed. The pale blue walls made it seem cold and uninviting, but changing the color scheme was also part of Jenna's plans. The priority wasn't high, since it was quite functional for guests.
Finally, the master bedroom was surprisingly large and looked very comfortable, housing a queen-size bed with a ruffled cherry comforter and frilled white pillows. "I expect you'll see a little more of this room later," Jenna said, "unless you want to sleep in the guest room."
"Umm... no," I answered. "Unless you're sleeping in the guest room, too."
The couch in the living room was as soft as it looked. Jenna brought a blanket to drape over us.
"What about this one?" she asked. "Sandra Bullock in the jungle in a shiny purple dress. What's not to like?"
"I could picture you in that outfit," I said. "That neckline is almost as low as the blue dinner outfit. And the torn skirt would be very you. Yeah, let's do that."
We snuggled together to watch the movie. I told Jenna about my conversation with Shelby and her shock at learning we were dating.
"It probably would have been a good idea to warn her, wouldn't it?" she said.
"Yeah, but she'd still have been shocked," I said. "Less than a week ago I went on a date with Cade. You and I both know why that didn't work out, and why you're not a rebound, but it's going to look suspicious to anyone else. We're just going to have to allay Shelby's fears by not breaking up," I said. "I'm sorry, but there it is."
"Might be tough," Jenna said.
"Also, if we do break up, Shelby's going to kill me. Literally her words."
"We can't have that," she said. "I guess we're just going to have to find a way to make it work, whatever the personal costs."
Sandra Bullock's torn skirt turned out to be pants. No matter, they'd still suit Jenna, torn or not.
"Also, I need to talk to Kate and Kayla about plans for private parties. I told Shelby you'd be cool with me working with Kate. She doesn't know about my history with Kayla, or she might not have been more suspicious of her than Kate."
"You want to have a private party with Kayla?" Jenna asked, her eyes narrowed.
"I want to host a private party for Kayla," I said. "Not the same thing at all."
The movie seemed a little mindless. My recent ventures into non-"cartoon" viewing hadn't been great. I didn't want to say that in case Jenna started to think of me as a movie snob, but when she gave me a wry shrug as the credits rolled I grinned.
But even a mindless movie is an excuse to sit with your girlfriend without having to do anything but be comfortable together. Jenna was becoming a familiar presence in my life.
The master bedroom had its own compact bathroom. The shower was a good size, even if the rest of the room was a little cramped. I took a shower, changing into my PJs before returning to the bedroom. But while Jenna took her own shower, I took them back off, stuffing them into my bag, then covering myself with the bedclothes, to surprise Jenna.
The joke was on me, though. When she emerged from the bathroom, holding a towel closed around her, she took hold of the comforter and sheet and stripped the bed in one motion, leaving me naked on the sheet.
Her eyes widened in surprise, then she grinned. "I see what you have in mind."
"Seems you had the same idea," I said, looking pointedly at the sheet in her hand.
The amusement in her eyes became muted. "I want to do to you what you did to me yesterday. I might need a little guidance."
"You want to go down on me?" I asked, shivering with anticipation when she nodded. She looked a little apprehensive. "Yeah, I can be your guinea pig for that."
I beckoned her onto the bed. She slithered close, still holding the towel. "If you're looking to me for guidance, the first order of business would be to let me peel off your towel," I said. "That would jump start the process of getting me wet for you."
The instruction was meant to be an ironic comment, since she wouldn't be a stranger to the need to let intimacy build. But then - was that really true? Her previous experiences didn't seem to have been particularly fulfilling. Had her male partners understood how exciting and how crucial foreplay was to a woman? Had her solo play shown her that it was better to let her body begin to ache with need before seeking release?
We'd had one night together, and it had been magical, but would Jenna know why it had worked so well, or would she need to learn how to let lust be her guru but not her master? That had never been a problem with my one night stands at Gabby's, since the women I'd been with were familiar with maximizing their own and their partners' pleasure. I doubted any of Jenna's boyfriends had the skill and desire of Gabby's girls.
Was it possible that if one of them had given her what she wanted, she'd still be with him, and wouldn't have realized she was queer? That was a horrible thought. I shivered.
"Is everything okay?" Jenna asked.
"Mmh, yeah," I said. "Just thinking how good it is that you're in my life."
When I reached for the towel, Jenna gripped it more tightly. "What if I don't want to take it off?" she teased.
"Then I'd have to find a way to persuade you," I replied, shifting against her and pulling her close. I kissed her as I ran my hand down her side. I tried to tug the towel open, but she held fast.
Trailing my fingers over her ribs, I kissed her again. She responded playfully.
Finding a likely spot on her ribs, I dug my fingers in to tickle her. She jerked, her eyes widening, and I used the distraction to break her hold on the towel, pulling it down far enough to work my hand inside, finding her breast and squeezing as I parted my lips against hers, my tongue finding hers.
She groaned before breaking the kiss. "Unfair," she said.
Jenna's nipple hardened to my touch. I toyed with it for a time, then ran my fingers down over her belly until I found the soft, moist hair beneath. "Looks like it's working for you," I murmured. Then I pushed the towel back over her hips, letting her bare skin touch mine. "I'll let you into a secret. It's working for me, too."
"I'm sure it is," she said, her tone sharp with desire. Then she let the towel fall open as she wrapped her arms around me. Her breasts caressed mine as we kissed.
Jenna lowered a hand to my sex, checking the results for herself. She pressed the tip of her finger into me and stroked lightly. Grinning, she said, "Oh yeah, it is."
My excitement grew as she touched me. We kissed again, the intensity of her response matching mine. She panted softly as our lips parted. Lying down, I held my arms out to her. She moved onto me and we kissed again, her fingers moving back to explore my sex.
"What you're doing feels really good," I whispered.
"Would you like them inside?" she asked.
Just the thought of having her in me made my thighs clench with arousal. "Yeah, I would," I said.
She penetrated me slowly as we kissed again. I felt her finger explore, building heat low within me. She twisted her hand around, finding new places to touch, and I let out an involuntary moan. Then she drew her finger back and pushed it in again. My reaction must have pleased her, because she kept doing that, her finger moving back, then slipping in to press the wall of my sex.
She broke the kiss to watch my face, her eyes intent.
"God, that feels good," I groaned as her finger kept working.
Her finger moved all the way out, then ran around my moist pussy, I gasped as she touched my sensitive clit. Her lips twitching in triumph, she felt around, learning where I was most sensitive, then caressing, my clit becoming firm at her touch.
My breath rasped as she stroked me, and my hips began to rock with no conscious intention on my part.
"Is it better if I touch you here?" Jenna asked. Her fingers tapped against my clit, drawing a sharp gasp from my lungs. "Or here?" she caressed my lips and slipped a finger inside.
"Either," I groaned. "Both." I took a deep breath. "Or you can put your fingers inside and let your thumb touch my clit. Or your hand."
"How many fingers?" she asked, pressing one deeper into me.
"One, two, three..." I said. "I'm your guinea pig. Experiment on me. For science!" I said, with a sharp chuckle.
"For science," Jenna agreed. I felt her slip a couple of fingers inside. She began to rock her wrist, pumping them into me. Her mouth pressed to mine, and I groaned with need.
Jenna's tongue met mine. It was clear that what she was doing to me was turning her on, too. She lay partially on me, my breast between hers. Her body moved against mine as her fingers pressed deep, then slid out.
She broke the kiss, breathing heavily, her blue eyes dark.
"Kiss my breast," I whispered.
Her head made a tiny motion of acknowledgement, then she was moving down my body. Her lips closed over my breast, and I felt her tongue grind against my nipple. My thighs tensed as heat flashed down to my sex. Interlacing the fingers of both hands behind her head, I held her against me. Her hair was damp to my touch, lying in untidy tufts against her scalp.
My belly was twitching with arousal when she looked up from her work. "Should I?" she asked.
Mutely, I nodded. God, yes, I wanted her down there.
Jenna withdrew her fingers from me, then slid down to begin planting kisses on my pussy. Her tongue explored, then her fingers. When she'd traced the boundary of my clit, I felt her draw back my hood, then she licked my clit directly. I groaned loudly at the sudden stimulation.
It wasn't long before I felt I was losing control of my arousal. I didn't want to force Jenna to work hard, but I did want to take the time to enjoy her attentions. But Jenna's unrestrained giving, her single-minded focus on me made me want her so completely that I couldn't help but yield to her. I moaned as my hips rocked, pushing my clit against her tongue.
"Oh, God, Jen," I groaned. "I can't even... can't even tell you... how this feels."
Her eyes found mine through her lashes. She didn't pause her activity, but watch me as I began to come apart under her tongue.
Heat swelled in my belly until I couldn't contain it. I felt my body tense, strangled sounds emerging from my throat as it tensed further, then the incandescence of my climax burst within me, pleasure rippling out into me.
Reaching down to the damp tendrils of her hair, I caressed her head as I slowly sank down to the bed. She continued to draw her tongue around my sex until I took her ear between my finger and thumb, lightly tugging on it.
Jenna crawled back up the bed and flopped down onto me. "How was that?" she asked.
"Do you need to ask?"
"I kinda do," she insisted, "since it's a first."
"You were amazing," I said. "Give me a moment and I'll show you my appreciation."
She grinned at me. "Okay."
She kissed me softly. I tasted myself on her lips, returning her kiss, thrilled that she'd taken the experience in stride.
The kitchen layout was unfamiliar, and it took me a moment to find the light switch. I'd seen the coffee machine, but had to look through cupboards to find coffee and mugs.
Once I had coffee in hand, I found Jenna easier to wake than she had been at my place. Perhaps she slept better in her own bed. Perhaps she was becoming more relaxed around me. Perhaps it had nothing to do with how she'd slept.
Taking my own coffee to the other side of the bed, I climbed back in, rearranging my pillows to sit beside her. "I encouraged you to keep breakfast foods at my place, and didn't think to bring anything I could eat here," I gripped. "And your fridge is pretty bare."
"That comes with not cooking," Jenna replied. "There's plenty of packaged food in the freezer. No use to you, of course. And there's cereal."
"Yeah, at a minimum I should have brought almond milk," I said. "Can I buy you breakfast?"
"Sure," she agreed. "How did you sleep?"
"Disappointed that you didn't mistake me for a body pillow," I complained. "Maybe that's because the bed is less cramped."
"We could address the lack of snuggling," Jenna said, rolling toward me, then shifting onto me. "We can save time by sharing a shower, so we won't be late to work."
"Somehow I don't think that's going to save time," I said.
After we'd made ourselves too late to get breakfast, I felt fortunate that my job required me to remain seated. I hoped Jenna would survive being on her feet all morning.
Thanksgiving was not going to include a trip to my parents' home this year. In my college days I'd travelled there faithfully every fall break, but I wasn't going to have time this year.
My parents weren't the raging bigots like the parents of some of my friends. They'd always tried to support me, but my mother was convinced that my liking girls was a phase that would pass. In the over ten years since I'd come out to them, my mother had never ceased hoping I'd find the right boy.
She never phrased it so starkly, of course. She couched her fears in concern for me. She didn't want me to have difficulties because of the "lifestyle I had chosen." She worried that I'd have trouble making friends, or advancing in my career. She was troubled that I'd be shunned at church, which I'd refused to attend since I turned sixteen.
Visits had been awkward since leaving for university. Maybe it would have been easier for my mom to accept who I was if I'd had a steady girlfriend, but since I'd been single for most of my college life she was convinced I was losing my obsession with being a lesbian. Of course, I wasn't going to tell her that my occasional one night stands were satisfying my need for companionship, so she was convinced that I would soon realize that I was lonely and needed a boyfriend.
So it was a relief to have an excuse to avoid travelling. The bar would be open the day before and the day after Thanksgiving, and I would be needed. There were parties booked on Friday. And then we'd be getting into the Christmas shopping season. The venue was too small for most office parties, but several other groups had booked time, and we expected far more random walk-ins as the stores around the bar became busy.
Shelby visited my office later in the week.
"My little sister wants me to invite you to our place for Thanksgiving," she said. "Do you not have plans?"
"No plans," I said. "Just resting up while I can."
"Then come over," she said, "but be prepared for insanity. You won't be responsible for managing it. Perhaps that's close to a rest." When I didn't reply immediately, she said, "I think Jenna would really like you there."
My eyebrows rose. "I thought you were not on board with the idea of Jenna being with me."
Narrowing her eyes, Shelby gave me a resigned shrug. "I don't want to see her hurt," she said, "but I haven't seen her excited for a partner since... well, ever." Her expression softened into amusement. "Just know that Big Sister will be watching you."
"I won't be able to eat anything," I said. "Would it be rude to bring my own food?"
"Could you bring enough to share?" she asked. "And I can tell you what goes into my dishes. I can avoid bacon and butter." She gave me a wry grin. "Maybe you can have Jenna help you. I've been trying to get her to learn to cook for years."
"She made dinner for me on Monday," I said.
Shelby's face registered surprise. Shock, maybe. "Jenna cooked for you? Jesus. When's the wedding?"
My laugh was nervous, but I felt my face warm.
Shelby's suggestion was good, even if it was made ironically. Jenna agreed, so I stayed at her place on Wednesday, after stocking her fridge, then on Thursday she worked with me preparing vegan dishes.
She mostly knew what she was doing. Where she needed help was in thinking ahead, readying ingredients, and staying organized, not allowing trash to accumulate, keeping surfaces wiped and stashing used cookware in the sink. She didn't object to me making suggestions, and at one point I left her alone to work while I washed the dishes.
With our food in glass dishes and plastic wrap, we cleaned up one last time, starting the dishwasher. Jenna's expression was proud as she looked around the room. "We did good."
"We did," I agreed.
Shelby's home was huge. One of the older homes in the area, it had three floors and an entranceway with columns. I'd call it a mansion. Whether or not the term was accurate, it was descriptive.
Much of her extended family was present. I met her mother, uncles, aunts, nieces and nephews. Clare was there. Jenna's and mine were the only white faces. And as far as I could tell, no one reacted negatively when Jenna, whom they knew from previous years, introduced me as her girlfriend.
When it came time to eat, Shelby insisted that I serve myself first, in case the selections I could eat were too quickly taken. She'd texted me lists of ingredients for her dishes. I put my plate together with the food I'd brought, leaving enough for others to sample, supplemented with Shelby's roasted sweet potatoes and cranberry sauce. I didn't really want to draw attention to my meal being different from anyone else's, but the lack of turkey only earned me a raised eyebrow from Shelby's mom and no comment. She, Jenna and I did have a spirited conversation about the bar, since she wanted to catch up on Shelby's latest schemes.
The Thanksgiving football games drew a crowd. Jenna was a low key football fan. I wasn't a fan of any sport, but she'd invested time to connect with my interest in anime, and I'd have shared the football with her, but she wasn't interested in any of the teams playing. She claimed to be sinking into a tryptophan coma, and wanted to relax. We found a free couch in what she called the music room.
"You know that's not a thing, right?" I said, as we sat. "There isn't enough tryptophan in turkey to affect you."
"Feels that way," she said, with a yawn. "Happens every year."
"I'm tired too," I said, "and I know it isn't from turkey."
Jenna yawned again, forcing me to follow suit. She leaned into my shoulder. Almost before I realized it, the rough, regular sounds of her breathing told me she'd dozed off. Figuring to let her snooze for half an hour, I made myself comfortable to wait for her to wake.
Maybe we'd kept each other awake for too long the night before. Coupled with starting early to cook, I was more tired than I realized. When I opened my eyes, Jenna was curled up on the couch with her head on my lap. My fingers were playing with her short her. Since I had no awareness of starting to do that, it was fortunate that I wasn't touching anywhere more embarrassing.
Becoming aware of eyes on me, I looked up to see Shelby and Clare sitting in a loveseat across from the couch, both watching me.
"I don't think I'm going to be hosting a breakup party in the near future," Shelby said.
Remaining silent, I smiled. Shelby returned to the conversation she and Clare must have been having before I'd awoken.
Several minutes later, Jenna stirred and mumbled something. When I asked her to repeat what she'd said, she sat up, stretched, then asked who was having a breakup party.
"That was ten minutes ago," I said. I glanced up at her. The hair on the side of her head that had been in my lap was sticking out horizontally.
"Her hair's always a mess when she wakes up," I said to Shelby. "It's cute."
It took five seconds of the combined contemplative stares of both Shelby and Clare for me to realize what I'd just admitted. "Oh, fuck," I groaned. "Please forget I said anything."
"You're telling us nothing we didn't know," said Shelby, irony in her tone, "but it's still TMI."
Jenna was awake enough now to comprehend the banter. "You don't even want to know what I could tell you about Fi," she said, her voice scratchy with sleep. Then she winked at Shelby. "But be sure to ask when it's time for her performance review."
"Oh, God, don't even," Shelby replied, while Clare chuckled.
A little while later, when Shelby and Clare excused themselves to rejoin the party, I threaded my fingers into Jenna's, then brought her hand to my lips and suckled each of her fingertips. They tightened in mine, and the smoldering look in her eyes told me that she was restraining herself from kissing me only because it would be impolite. After we returned to the living room, her hand stayed in mine until we left.
We'd travelled in my car. I'd intended to drop Jenna at her house and head home to rest, but when we arrived at her place, the look she gave me made it clear that my plans would be derailed. Collecting the empty dishes, I followed her into the house, where I stacked them in the sink. I barely had the chance to wipe my hands on a paper towel before she grasped my arms and shoved me against the wall.
Her kiss was savage, igniting a matching fiery response within me. I tugged her tee shirt from her jeans, wanting my hands on bare skin as I gripped her waist, pressing my thigh between hers while pulling her against me.
Jenna's hands moved around me, her greater strength keeping me upright, my back against the wall. I didn't think I could have struggled out of her hold if I'd tried. When her knee pushed forward, pressing her thigh to me, I wrapped my leg around her, moving my hand from her waist only long enough to lift my skirt from between us. Then I groaned into the kiss as her body moved against mine.
She pushed closer, her breasts a firm pressure against mine, until her hands moved under my shirt, cupping my breasts through my bra. I groaned again at the surge of arousal, drawing my hands up her back to unhook her bra, then exploring the expanse of skin at her back, feeling the shift of her firm muscles beneath my fingers. I rode her leg until I felt the rush of impending orgasm, then dragged her against me, squashing her hands against my bra, until I cried out into the kiss as my body convulsed into climax.
When the delicious sensations within me began to transform into an exhilarating warmth, I didn't allow myself the rest my body craved. I took Jenna's hips, and, pushing away from the wall, turned her so that our positions were reversed.
Dropping to my knees, I unfastened her jeans with trembling fingers, then yanked them down, with her underwear. Pushing a finger into her, I suckled her clit firmly, curling my finger as I twisted it around within her. As she gasped with need, I lifted my other hand, sliding it up inside her tee shirt, pushing her loosened bra aside until I could squeeze her breasts.
Jenna's moans grew rapidly until she came in my mouth, her whole body shuddering against the wall.
I drew out her climax as long I could with my finger and tongue, until she shivered and gently pushed my face away from her sex. Her eyes were bright with affection as she looked down into mine.
Clearly, I wasn't going home immediately, if at all. Jenna pulled her jeans back up, and I allowed her to lead me into the bedroom, where we stripped before slipping between the sheets. I lay along her body, my nipple brushing her breast, caressing her waist with my fingers.
"That nap restored my energy, I think," Jenna said. "I didn't think I'd be good for anything else today."
"You were good for one thing at least," I said. She chuckled as I kissed her neck. "The nap was good for me, too," I continued. "I think it helped me to understand something about myself."
"What was that?" Jenna's tone was relaxed, but curious.
"A couple of years ago, I let my misreading of a situation lead me astray," I said. "I read my feelings as someone else's reality, and I crashed and burned when that didn't work out. I tried so hard not to do that with you that even though I thought you were attracted to me before you admitted it, I wouldn't allow it to be true. Even after you told me you liked me, I've not been able to accept it fully. Not that I didn't trust you," I insisted, "but I didn't trust myself."
I kissed her neck. "But today, when I woke up with your head in my lap, I think I finally realized we're on the same page. You're comfortable enough with me to curl up with me even surrounded by other people. I'm not imagining that you like me. You really do."
Jenna laughed. "I really do," she said. "And it isn't just the sex warping my feelings, if that's a concern. I like being with you. Though I'm not complaining about the sex," she added. "I had no idea it would be so good."
"Mmm, yeah," I said, my lips against her ear. "Tell me, lover, how many times have you had to use your 'mechanical helper' because you were unsatisfied?"
Jenna paused a moment too long before answering the question. "Zero, of course," she said.
Her face seemed a little pink and she didn't meet my eyes. "What aren't you telling me?" I asked, then after a pause, I added, "Jen?"
"I said I hadn't needed it because for being unsatisfied," she said. "I didn't say I haven't used it. There were times when you went home, and I thought about what we'd done and got aroused all over again. And when I wasn't going to be able to see you." She shrugged, her body shifting against mine. "What can I say? You've made me want more. That's different from not being satisfied."
Reaching to toy with her nipple, I sighed. The nipple swelled at my touch. "I guess I'm not going home tonight, am I? I'll have to go home early to change for work."
"Move some clothes in," Jenna said. "There's plenty of space."
It would make sense. I'd already added almond milk to her fridge so that I could use her cereal or make pancakes, and a baggie of homemade breakfast bars. She had her eggs and milk at my place. No clothes, though. "I guess you should do the same," I said. "Let me see your vibe."
Jenna pouted. "I'm comfortable."
"I'll make it worth your while," I promised.
She rolled her eyes, but slipped out of bed, returning with a medium-size wand vibrator.
"Lube?" I asked, before she could get back into bed.
She handed the vibe over, frowning at me. As she located her lube I experimented with the controls. It was black silicone, with two buttons, one that changed the intensity and one that clicked through a series of patterns.
"Is it fully charged?"
Jenna nodded as she handed me the tube of lube. "The battery only lasts about an hour, so I always recharge it."
Settling beside me, she rolled onto her side to watch me experimenting. I pushed her back down, then leaned over and kissed her, my tongue lingering against hers for a few seconds before I drew back and applied a thin coat of lube to the head of the vibe.
Turning the toy onto low, I drew it over Jenna's belly, up to the base of her breasts and around. She smiled up at me, clearly not entirely certain what I was trying to do.
Circling the toy around each breast, I pushed the vibration level up a notch, then held it to one nipple. Her eyes darkened in pleasure. Then I moved the device to her side, above her hips, where I knew she was ticklish, and pushed the level higher. Her breath caught and she squirmed, but she didn't seem to enjoy the sensation, so I moved away.
Turning the vibe off, I re-lubed it, then selected the lowest setting, drawing it to her shoulder, then around to the nape of her neck. She lifted her head as I circled it behind her neck. Her smile showed she enjoyed this touch more than the ticklish zones.
Lowering my face, I kissed her lips again, her tongue seeking mine, before kissing her closest breast, the vibe still against her neck.
Jenna panted softly as I suckled, her nipple swelling to erection between my tongue. Closing my teeth against it, I gently tugged, feeling her firm breast resist the pull before I let it slip out of my mouth.
Her pupils were fully blown now, her eyes holding mine as I drew the vibrator back, applying a little more lube before running it down over her hips to her thighs. Lifting and parting her knees, I stroked the back of her legs with the toy, pushing the button to increase the intensity. Close to the top of her inner thighs, I experimented with the pattern button, finding that the on-off pulses made her muscles twitch.
When I increased the range of movement, letting the head roam around her pussy lips, then back down her other leg, she began to make soft sounds of pleasure. Her breathing deepened. I held the vibe between her pussy and her ass, still pulsing with moderate vibration, and she squirmed, a mewling sound slipping out from deep in her throat.
Dialing down the intensity, I circled Jenna's clit. There was no need for lube here. She was so wet the head of the vibe slid around freely. I could feel the hard nub beneath the toy. Holding it in place, I kissed her again.
Jenna moaned into my mouth, her hands folding around my neck to hold me in place. Pure desire radiated from her, and I basked in it, my lips and tongue taking her need and feeding it back as passion. Then I drew back, my own breathing heavy, turning off the vibe and setting it aside.
Jenna groaned in frustration. She reached to cup my breast, tugging on my nipple, trying to coax me into resuming what she was getting into, but I had my own agenda. I ran my fingers down her body, then pushed two into her, curling them forward to feel the wall of her sex.
For a minute or two, I did nothing but caress her sex from within. Her hand left my breast, returning to her side. Her hips rose from the bed, then sank back down as the sensations grew within her.
When I began to pump my fingers rapidly in and out of her, Jenna moaned. Her hips began to buck. Her breasts quivered as she panted. She began to slam her sex against my hand, her hips pushing her hard against my knuckles, but I didn't let her come, easing off when she became too close to release.
This time, jenna growled in frustration. Her eyes held mine, imploring me to take her over the edge.
Clicking the button on the vibe until I found the evenly-spaced pattern she seemed to like, I set it again to moderate stimulation. With my free hand I pressed it firmly against her clit, and began to pump my fingers into her again.
Jenna panted heavily. Her hips rose from the bed. She groaned, "Oh, fuck..." before her climax took her, muscles in her belly visibly jumping as she writhed.
Dropping the vibe, I grabbed her breast, squeezing hard as I leaned in to kiss her. She was uncoordinated, but tried to return the kiss, her efforts improving as her breathing slowed.
Stilling my hand, I felt her lips finally meet mine. She moaned, her arms coming around me again as the spasms slowed. Then she pushed my hand out of her, gripped my waist and pulled my body onto hers, her breasts compressed against my own.
I definitely wasn't going home any time soon.