Her manager shook his head, looking a little dazed, and replied, “Yes.”
“Great. Thanks,” she said and went back to work.
At the end of her shift, Sharon smiled as she walked to the train stop. She still couldn’t believe it. Was it irresponsible to spend money she didn’t have? Absolutely. Was she likely to find the love of her life? Probably not. Did she need this, though? Definitely.
CHAPTER 9
Helena
Helena watched as the woman pushed inside her, and it felt nice. It always did. Sex was great in general, and her date tonight had been fine. It was their second date, which she had almost canceled because she had an important flight to take the next afternoon, but her date had been rather insistent, and they’d had dinner and drinks. After that, Helena had asked the woman if she wanted to go back to her place for coffee and to talk more, and theyhadtalked for a few minutes, but she hadn’t wanted to talk anymore after that. She’d wanted her date to either leave or fuck her because she’d known this woman wasn’t her soulmate.
Helena wanted one woman for the rest of her life, and she wanted to find her soon, but the likelihood of finding her at this week-long event was slim to nil, so when her date had leaned in for a kiss, Helena had kissed her back, and when the woman had moved on top of her on the couch, she’d let her settle her hips and start rocking them. When the woman had wanted to take Helena’s clothes off, Helena had told her totearthem off if she wanted. Her date was a little gentler than that, but soon, they’d both been naked on her couch, and the woman above her was now breathing deeply as she thrust inside her.
“There,” she commanded, knowing by now that she’d have an orgasm soon but that it wouldn’t be explosive by any means.
“Yes, baby,” her date replied.
Helena didn’t really like being called ‘baby’ in bed, but she wasn’t going to argue with the woman who was about to make her come. She pressed her short nails into the woman’s ass, silently asking her for harder, and seconds later, she came.
“I didnotsee tonight ending like this,” her date shared. “I’m so glad it did. God, I want to go down on you now. Can we go to your bedroom?”
“Oh. No, thank you,” she said, remembering the rules of the week.
Fingers inside her would be fine, but using a toy used by someone else or having someone’s mouth on her or vice versa was against the rules because she wouldn’t have time to get tested again before arrival.
“You don’t want that?”
“No, not tonight. Want me to fuckyou,though?”
The woman straddled Helena’s hips and replied, “No, I prefer to be a giver. I thought you heard me say that earlier.”
“You’reonlya giver?” she asked.
“For the most part. I do like to take care of myself while I’m with a woman, but I’m not big on being touched myself.”
“Oh. Well, that’s okay. I must not have heard you say that earlier. Sorry. Do you want to do that now?”
“Do you not like oral?” her date asked her instead.
“What?”
“Do you not like when a woman goes down on you?”
“No, I do.”
“But you don’t wantmeto do it?”
“Not tonight,” she replied.
“But another time?”
Exhausted, Helena said, “Honestly, I didn’t plan on us having sex tonight, either. I thought we’d kiss goodbye at the door, and you’d go home. I have an early flight tomorrow,” she said, only half-lying since it was in the afternoon. “I’m glad wedid. It was great. And if you don’t want me to touch you but you want to touch yourself while I watch or something, we can do that, but after that, I think I would rather get some rest.”
“So, I’m not staying over?” the woman asked.
“Not tonight,” she repeated.
“We’re dating, Helena.”
