“How are you feeling?” she asked Sid. “Would you, uh…do you want to split some wings or cheese sticks? Or maybe you’d like to dance?” Through the open door, the music changed to a slow-beat song and the crowd cheered, a sure sign of the floor filling up.
“Normally I’d say yes, but it was steaming in there,” Sid groused. “I don’t mind hanging out on the patio a while longer.”
“Let’s try this then.” Kit reached for Sid’s glass, then set both on the ground by her chair. She guided Sid upward by the hand, taking care to watch how the other woman stepped, and walked backward to an open space.
Sid didn’t wobble or laugh uncontrollably. In fact, she appeared rather aware of her surroundings and in control. This bode well for at least one song. Kit drew her closer so their hips touched, and twined one hand into hers while the other braced against her back.
She’d definitely feel her hardened nipples, Kit realized when her breasts pressed against Sid. She stood a few inches taller, so Sid’s face came up to the crook of Kit’s neck, and there it nestledas they swayed to the thudding bass seeping out from the main club.
This was nice. Two women dancing on a Saturday night.
“I have to confess something,” Sid said after a long beat, and Kit’s blood cooled. Terrific. Here they’d settled into a somewhat romantic moment and the alcohol loosened Sid’s tongue enough to reveal her evil plan to overthrow Kit in Tish’s kitchen. Well, maybe she’d cop a feel of that perky little ass before storming off in disgust.
“I’ve never danced with a woman before.”
“You… you’ve never been out with a woman before?”
“Oh, I’ve dated. Men and women. I just never slow danced with a girl.”
“Really?”
“Uh huh. Most of my dates were movies, or concerts. I’ve wanted to go out to a club with a woman, but like I said, few opportunities at home. Until now, I was focused on culinary school and didn’t date much at all. I guess I didn’t meet the right people, either,” Sid said, and Kit relaxed a bit.
Sid slipped her leg in between Kit’s, and the movement brought some friction against her pussy, which throbbed in response. For Kit, she might as well have echoed Sid’s sentiments. It had been far too long since her last intimate dance, upright or otherwise.
“I find that difficult to believe,” Kit whispered back. “You’ve caught more than your share of stares tonight. I’m surprised nobody else asked you out on the floor before I got here.”
“No, the people stared but no takers. I’m not the type to walk up to somebody in a bar and start a conversation. Takes me a few minutes to come out of my shell.”
“I find that hard to believe with how you walked right up to Tish and asked for a job.”
“That’s different. I don’t interview women for dates.”
“You talked tomeat the bar earlier.”
Sid laughed. “I guess so. But, I recognized you from the park. That doesn’t really count, huh?”
“I’m not sure if I should be flattered or hurt.”
“Don’t be hurt. I thought you looked cute at the park.”
“How old are you?” The resume had offered no clues.
“Twenty-eight,” Sid said. “I kind of started this new career path late.”
“Not really. Tish didn’t open her store until her early forties.”
Kit leaned back with Sid still in her arms. They twirled slowly and brushed against a couple walking single file toward a dark corner for privacy. Kit smelled lilacs in the air and lime from the martinis, and she watched Sid’s smile fade to a shy twitch. One squeeze, one tilt of the head, and they might kiss.
“You’ll get used to talking to strangers soon enough when you start work,” Kit told her. “Answering questions about the chocolates and stuff, and taking orders.”
“That’s work. You don’t go to your job to meet…”
Sid seemed to catch herself about to say something best left quiet.You don’t go to your job to meet women?Kit would admit to feeling flattered if Sid intended to show her some affection, yet in the back of her mind she questioned possible motives. Perhaps her long-suffering celibacy caused her to act paranoid.
What was it about her that attracted a hot little dish like Sid? Kit saw herself as gawky and fun, but not the type that people drooled over when she shouldered past them on the dance floor or on the way to the bar. She could blame herself for the lack of interest, seeing as how she didn’t posture like somebody on the prowl.
Sid pressed close, idly tracing one finger up Kit’s arm and over her shoulder. “I mentioned that I hoped to party with somebody tonight,” she said. “Do you ‘party’?”
