Kit had to think about that one for a second.Partyobviously took on a deeper meaning here. Sex? She wouldn’t say no, even with the risk of turning their work environment weird. At best, she and Sid would have some fun, and if it bothered the girl later she didn’t have to stay at Tish’s Riches.
No. She recalled now thatpartyingmeantpartaking. A whiff of something pungent and dizzying from the corner where those two women had retreated tickled Kit’s nose, and she turned away to sneeze.
“It’s not my thing, even though it’s legal here,” she said after thinking about it. “I tried it once, and it gave me nightmares. I’ll stick with liquid Key Lime pie.”
“Me, too. For now.”
Kit said nothing. What would Tish say about hiring somebody who toked? Not that she could prove it; Sid spoke rather vaguely about that.
Damn, look who’s paranoid now. Despite the martini and light gust of wind, she had all her wits about her. Why couldn’t she just relax and enjoy dancing with a pretty woman on a Saturday night?
Sid’s fingers continued a teasing trail across Kit’s collarbone and down her chest. Kit thought she might cup a breast and was pleasantly surprised when Sid instead brought both hands behind her neck and pulled her close for a kiss. She had soft lips, inviting and full, and Kit savored the taste of sweet vodka and cream when her tongue slipped past to explore Sid’s mouth.
She pressed her hands to the small of Sid’s back, then slowly tested her limits. She lowered one to grasp the swell of Sid’s ass, and the other woman pressed closer in response. Kit sighed with contentment, softening against her as they kissed.
Sid wobbled a bit, and Kit tapered away to see the other woman had to stand on tiptoe. This wouldn’t do, and she offeredto find a more comfortable place for them to become better acquainted. Sid shook her head.
“I kind of like this,” she whispered.
“What else do you like?” Kit asked, her voice cracking. For a woman slightly shorter than her, Sid had a strong hold over her.
“I like baking… and cycling. I love books. I could read a novel in a day, every day, if I had the time. I like to fuck, of course.”
Well, I asked.The best Kit could offer in response to such a blunt answer was a nervous chuckle, which seemed to amuse her companion. To add to her anxiety, Sid grinned broadly and bounced on the balls of her feet, ready to strike again.
“Yeah, Iloooovelicking a woman’s clit and getting her off like that. Maybe using a two-headed dildo while I’m straddling her. If she’s into that.” Sid leaned back a bit and brushed her thumb over one of Kit’s nipples. “I like your tits, not too big or small. I’d love to suck on them.”
“Here?” Damn, that sounded dumb coming out of her mouth, but Sid caught her off guard. Kit was no virgin, but never before had anybody talked dirty to her in a semi-public place… hell,anyplace.
She looked around. The few remaining patrons on the patio weren’t paying attention to them.
They continued to clinch and sway, even though the pace of the music in the main bar area picked up, and Kit’s pussy gave another squeeze. She ached for Sid to slide her hand down her pants, pump a few fingers into her hole, and feed her sexual hunger.
Kit opened her mouth without a plan to counter Sid’s X-rated banter. In her experience, she excelled in acting on her passions rather than talking about it.
When she had the opportunity.
She leaned down to capture Sid’s mouth in another deep kiss. While their tongues dueled and swirled together, Kit feltfor the elastic band of Sid’s leggings and discovered the string-thin waist of her thong. She slipped her hand under the stretchy fabric and reveled in smooth, bare skin. Sid had a lovely ass for holding, and thoughts of prying those cheeks apart while licking her asshole filled her mind.
Maybe soon. Kit knew women got plenty wild at the Den, on the dance floor and in the restrooms. Fumbling around in a smelly stall appealed little to her, however, so they definitely needed to decide between Sid’s place or hers.
Sid moaned her approval into her mouth and moved her butt, urging Kit onward. Encouraged, Kit moved her hand around her hip and hit the front of Sid’s thong. Smooth skin, no stubble. Somebody waxed.Nice.All the better to stroke Sid’s pussy lips while centering on her clit.
With their bodies as close as possible and her free hand pinned to Sid’s back, Kit rubbed the hard nub in slow circles. Sid stiffened at first, but soon pivoted her hips to rub against her. Every few seconds the friction shot a spark through her, not quite enough to send her into orgasm, but Sid’s reaction made her wet.
“Faster,” Sid urged, and Kit obeyed. The leggings acted as a kind of tourniquet. Kit had little wiggle room while she stroked Sid’s clit, and her hand tingled with an oncoming cramp. She stretched her palm for a few seconds, then pushed her thumb against the sweet spot while she slid her two forefingers down Sid’s pussy and hooked into her wet opening. Sid gasped as Kit filled her and massaged her slick walls, pumping slowly.
Kit held her close and shifted her weight from foot to foot, failing to give the impression that they still danced. A general lack of interest in their illicit activities emboldened her, and Kit withdrew her fingers to see if she could reach Sid’s asshole and still rub her clit.
“Oh, why’d you stop?” Sid asked, her voice a low whine. “Fuck my pussy.”
“We need to move thisparty,” Kit said, and freed herself from Sid’s leggings. She brought her fingers to her lips and licked them, tasting nothing of the tartness of Sid’s lime-infused kisses. She preferred this to any novelty vodka.
“I started a tab. I should pay it off before we leave,” Sid said.
“I got this.” Kit reached into her back pocket for her billfold and withdrew two twenties. She flagged the waitress with it and handed it over. “Now she’s got it. We’re good.”
Chapter Three
