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and in again. The dildo wobbled the first time, so she held onto the base and fucked her lover hard, riding her end of the dildo as the friction on her clit brought her to the edge of climax. The first tingle of orgasm soon exploded and Kit stilled with her pussy against Sidney—her pussy throbbing, the bulb nearly slipping free.
Sidney buckled underneath her as she came, and they collapsed into a sweaty mess on the mattress. Sidney swore loudly and shouldered herself onto her back and covered Kit’s face with kisses.
“That was so fucking amazing. I can’t believe you haven’t done that before,” she said. Her breasts heaved against Kit’s. The chain hanging between them felt cold, and when two nipples rubbed together the jolt seared a path down Kit’s belly.
“I, uh…” The sex had wiped her ability to speak, or think. All Kit wanted to do was pass out and recover. And yet, she mustered enough brain power to wonder where the dildo had gone when her body crumpled.
No need to ask. Sidney reached down and pulled it from their tangled bodies, then pitched it to the side before taking Kit into her arms. “We should shower now.” She kissed Kit’s nose. “I have some waterproof toys, too, if you like.”
“How about crutches? That’s the only way you’re getting me to stand up in a shower stall.”
Sidney laughed out loud.
Chapter Five
Sidney’s first two weeks at Tish’s Riches brought a surge of excitement and light into the business. Where Gloria had simply served customers with mono-syllabic greetings and indifferent shrugs, Sidney filled the front of the store with friendly chatter. She’d quickly learned the names of regulars and upsold cake pops and cookies to people picking up special orders. Though Kit had spent a fair amount of time after hours in Sidney’s apartment, she still couldn’t figure out where the woman kept such an extensive wardrobe. Throughout her probationary hiring period, it seemed Sidney never wore the same outfit twice.
Today, Sidney sported a t-shirt designed to look like a Monopoly board. She’d matched it with a white, knee-length skirt decorated with black silhouettes of the game pieces—the top hat, the thimble, the old-timey boot, yada yada—and a pair of Vans. The left foot said GO and the right showed off the policeman with the whistle.
Go directly to jail. Do not pass GO , do not collect two hundred orgasms. When Kit came up front to replenish stock she asked, “I’m guessing you’re not allowed to cross your ankles in those?”
Sidney had boxed a half-dozen cupcakes for Marlene Robeson, who waited to pay with her credit card. All three women looked down for a moment, contemplating the alleged contradiction of Sidney’s footwear. After a moment Marlene piped up, “Well, they look great. You ought to consider opening up an account on one of those craft sites. You’d make a mint.”
Sidney laughed away the compliment. “Really, it’s just a hobby. I can’t find the clothes and shoes I like, so I make my own. Running a store like that would be too much work because I’d need different sizes.” She pushed the box across the counter and swiped Marlene’s card. “At least cupcakes are one size fits all.”
Marlene rolled her eyes. “If I eat all of these in one sitting, nothing will fit. I hope I can exercise enough self-control to get them to the Jaded Ladies lunch.” With a goodbye wave and a smile, the older woman strolled out of the shop.
Sidney turned to her. “Who are the Jaded Ladies?”
“They’re like the Red Hat Society, but the women wear green berets. Plus their group doesn’t have an age requirement. We could join, but really all they do is drink and bitch about their ex-husbands.”
“Be more exciting to join the actual Green Berets.”
“Right.”
Kit sensed Sidney felt grateful for the lull in traffic—only thirty minutes until closing, and Tish had been in a good mood all day. That meant she could be cajoled into
Sidney buckled underneath her as she came, and they collapsed into a sweaty mess on the mattress. Sidney swore loudly and shouldered herself onto her back and covered Kit’s face with kisses.
“That was so fucking amazing. I can’t believe you haven’t done that before,” she said. Her breasts heaved against Kit’s. The chain hanging between them felt cold, and when two nipples rubbed together the jolt seared a path down Kit’s belly.
“I, uh…” The sex had wiped her ability to speak, or think. All Kit wanted to do was pass out and recover. And yet, she mustered enough brain power to wonder where the dildo had gone when her body crumpled.
No need to ask. Sidney reached down and pulled it from their tangled bodies, then pitched it to the side before taking Kit into her arms. “We should shower now.” She kissed Kit’s nose. “I have some waterproof toys, too, if you like.”
“How about crutches? That’s the only way you’re getting me to stand up in a shower stall.”
Sidney laughed out loud.
Chapter Five
Sidney’s first two weeks at Tish’s Riches brought a surge of excitement and light into the business. Where Gloria had simply served customers with mono-syllabic greetings and indifferent shrugs, Sidney filled the front of the store with friendly chatter. She’d quickly learned the names of regulars and upsold cake pops and cookies to people picking up special orders. Though Kit had spent a fair amount of time after hours in Sidney’s apartment, she still couldn’t figure out where the woman kept such an extensive wardrobe. Throughout her probationary hiring period, it seemed Sidney never wore the same outfit twice.
Today, Sidney sported a t-shirt designed to look like a Monopoly board. She’d matched it with a white, knee-length skirt decorated with black silhouettes of the game pieces—the top hat, the thimble, the old-timey boot, yada yada—and a pair of Vans. The left foot said GO and the right showed off the policeman with the whistle.
Go directly to jail. Do not pass GO , do not collect two hundred orgasms. When Kit came up front to replenish stock she asked, “I’m guessing you’re not allowed to cross your ankles in those?”
Sidney had boxed a half-dozen cupcakes for Marlene Robeson, who waited to pay with her credit card. All three women looked down for a moment, contemplating the alleged contradiction of Sidney’s footwear. After a moment Marlene piped up, “Well, they look great. You ought to consider opening up an account on one of those craft sites. You’d make a mint.”
Sidney laughed away the compliment. “Really, it’s just a hobby. I can’t find the clothes and shoes I like, so I make my own. Running a store like that would be too much work because I’d need different sizes.” She pushed the box across the counter and swiped Marlene’s card. “At least cupcakes are one size fits all.”
Marlene rolled her eyes. “If I eat all of these in one sitting, nothing will fit. I hope I can exercise enough self-control to get them to the Jaded Ladies lunch.” With a goodbye wave and a smile, the older woman strolled out of the shop.
Sidney turned to her. “Who are the Jaded Ladies?”
“They’re like the Red Hat Society, but the women wear green berets. Plus their group doesn’t have an age requirement. We could join, but really all they do is drink and bitch about their ex-husbands.”
“Be more exciting to join the actual Green Berets.”
“Right.”
Kit sensed Sidney felt grateful for the lull in traffic—only thirty minutes until closing, and Tish had been in a good mood all day. That meant she could be cajoled into
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