Page 33 of Semantics

“I doubt it, but I don’t know. Either way, it’s like I can’t stop thinking about what could’ve happened then and what I think might happen now.” She had watched Violet stand. “Shit. She’s leaving.”

“She just got here,” Jen had noted.

“Yeah, she does that. Can you get this one, and I’ll pay next time?” she’d asked of their drinks.

“Yeah, sure,” Jen had replied. “And I’ll choose not to be offended by the fact that you invited me here to eye-fuck another woman and maybe sleep with her.”

“Sounds great. Have a good night,” Stella had said on her way out.

Now, she had Violet Russell pressed to the wall of the local bar, and their lips were doing battle in the best way. The kiss was all heat, passion, and maybe a little hate. She bit Violet’s lower lip – not too hard, but just hard enough to let Violet know that she wanted to take the lead – but Violet didn’t give in; not until Stella pressed her thigh between Violet’s legs and began rocking into her. Then, she got distracted, opened her mouth to maybe protest or possibly moan, and Stella took control. She slipped her tongue between Violet’s lips and met Violet’s own, letting them dance together while one of her hands moved to Violet’s pants. She pulled Violet’s shirt from them and ran her hand up and under it until she had a full breast, covered by what was undoubtedly an expensive bra, to massage, which she did.

“We can’t…” Violet let out when Stella’s lips moved to her neck.

“Why not?” she asked and nipped at the flesh she found there. “You told me to unwind you.”

“I didn’t mean here. We can’t here. Cars are… driving by.”

“Where do you want to go?”

“Your place. I have roommates,” Violet replied.

“But I’m touching you now, and I don’t want to stop.”

“Stella…” Violet said and gave her a gentle push.

Stella’s hand was still under her shirt, though, so when Violet pushed her back, Stella’s arm got caught, and a few of the buttons that had been holding the shirt together landed on the ground at their feet.

“Shit,” Violet said, pulling her shirt together.

“Don’t bother. I’m just going to take it off you anyway. Come on.” She took Violet’s hand. “Did you drive? I took an Uber.”

“My car’s around the corner.”

Stella more pulled Violet by the hand than they were actually holding hands, and when they got to Violet’s car, she let go so that Violet could unlock it. They got in, and something hit Stella then. They could stop now, end it with a hot kiss, and she could just go back inside and hang out with Jen. Maybe that was what they should do. Stella hadn’t ever been a one-night stand kind of woman, and she was pretty certain that Violet wasn’t that kind of person, either, but here they were. Violet was starting the car, pulling into traffic, and asking Stella for directions.

Stella gave them and moved her hand to Violet’s thigh, sliding it up and down, not wanting to lose the contact they’d had against the wall or their momentum during their twenty-minute drive. She stared at Violet the whole way to her house, moving her hand closer and closer to where she wanted it, before she cupped Violet over her very nice pants, and Violet gasped. They were in Stella’s driveway now and so close to being inside the house, but she couldn’t wait any longer. She pushed open Violet’s ruined shirt, cupped her breast under the bra, and pulled it out.

“What are you–” Violet started but didn’t actually finish her sentence because Stella leaned over and pulled her nipple into her mouth. “Oh, wow…” Violet added and leaned back to give her better access.

Stella’s hand was still cupping Violet, so she dragged her index finger up and down slowly while she continued to suck on the hard nipple.

“Let’s… go… inside,” Violet whispered.

“But I like it here,” she said, licking Violet’s nipple before she pulled it back into her mouth.

“I thought you wanted to fuck me against a wall.”

Stella stopped then, loving how that sentence sounded coming out of Violet’s mouth. She looked up at her, squeezed Violet’s center as she looked directly into Violet’s eyes, and then got out of the car. Violet followed, and when Stella went to unlock her front door, she noticed that Violet had walked up to the house with her breast still hanging out of her bra. Seeing that turned Stella on like crazy. She practically yanked Violet into her house, closed the door behind them, locked it, and pulled Violet down the hall into her bedroom, where she pressed her up against the wall next to her dresser.

Violet had been the one to hastily remove her jacket and toss it to the floor. Stella helped her get her shirt off, and Violet reached behind her back to remove her bra while Stella, unable to wait again, unbuttoned Violet’s pants and slipped her hand not only inside them, but also inside Violet’s underwear. Violet, naked from the waist up now, put her head back against the wall, and Stella kissed her hard while she stroked her fast because she needed to make Violet Russell come right now. Maybe she’d needed to make her come all along.

“Say something you would’ve said back then,” she instructed as she flicked Violet’s clit over and over.

“What?”

“You called me annoying in class once because I argued with your business proposal.”

She bit down on Violet’s neck.