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  “Sure.” She reached for the box in the cabinet and handed it over.

  While the other woman worked on her skirt, she looked up the phone number to the local pizza joint. “What do you like to eat?”

  “Hmm?” Wendi looked up distractedly.

  “On your pizza. What do you like to eat?”

  “Oh.” She grinned. “I eat anything, including anchovies. The fishy smell doesn’t bother me.”

  “I draw the line at anchovies. Sausage and veggies okay with you?”

  “Perfect.”

  Jada ordered the pizza and put the phone book away.

  “Here you go.” Wendi handed her the skirt. “Good as new, just the way you like things.”

  “Great! Thanks!” She looked at the skirt then returned it to her room. Walking back into the living room, she saw Wendi examining the pictures on her mantle.

  “These are nice. Your family?”

  “Yes. Those are my parents. They live in Chicago.” Jada glanced at the photo of the three of them, arms around each other, on her high school graduation day. She was an only child, and they’d always been close.

  Wendi looked at her questioningly. “Chicago? How’d you end up in Kansas City?”

  Smiling, Jada pointed to the next photo, of her and her first true love, Denise. They were on the beach in Cancun. It would always be one of her favourite shots, no matter how the relationship had ended. “I followed her here. Denise was from Missouri, we met at a debate tournament one year and kept in touch. After school we moved in together. I went to Beauty College, and she became a travel agent.”

  “I thought she might be your sister.” Wendi studied the photo closer. “She’s pretty.”

  “Nope, no siblings for me. She was my first girlfriend.”

  “Really? Isn’t that interesting.” Wendi’s finger traced the silver frame. “I didn’t realise you were gay.”

  Jada chuckled. “You didn’t see me checking out that doctor? She was hot.”

  “No doubt about that. Her lab coat barely closed over those tits.”

  “You noticed? I was trying not to drool.”

  “They were drool-worthy. Personally, I prefer smaller jugs. A handful is just enough for me.”

  Jada saw the woman’s eyes look over her thirty-two B chest. She gazed at her in wonder. “You mean you—?”

  “Yup.” Wendi smiled. “Queer as a three dollar bill. Isn’t that just the funniest coincidence?”

  Chapter Two

  “Oh my.” Jada backed away, looking around for her purse. “I should get the check ready for the pizza.”

  “Not that funny, I guess,” Wendi said.

  “No, it’s fine.” Jada was flustered. She’d never imagined finding herself in a situation like this. It usually took her a long time to get to know someone before a relationship advanced.

  “Take it easy, friend. I’m cheap but I ain’t free. I’m only here because of the accident, remember?”

  “Of course! I just…oh hell. I was surprised, is all. We don’t know each other.”

  “And you’d never have a fling with someone you don’t know. I get it.” Wendi laughed. “I wish I could say I was as honourable. I’ve had my share of one night stands. Not what I prefer, of course, but the nights get long and lonely around here.”

  “Yeah, I understand.” Jada found her purse and wrote a check for the pizza, setting it by the door. “What would you like to drink?”

  “What I’d really like is for you to relax. Have a seat and take it easy. I’m not going to attack you, I promise.”

  “I never thought you were.” She sat on the edge of the sofa nervously.

  “Although I’ve never been with a black chick. Might be interesting.” Wendi raised her eyebrows up and down. “Ooh, that got you!”

  Jada knew her eyes had widened and she forced herself to look away. She’d never felt so awkward and foolish around anyone before. Something about Wendi terrified her—and excited her at the same time. She’d never been with a white woman, either. The idea sent a tingle to her core.

  The doorbell rang, and she opened up for the pizza delivery man. Grateful for the distraction, she made small talk with him for a minute before shutting and locking the door behind him.

  “I found plates,” Wendi said from the kitchen doorway, “and iced tea. Want to eat in the living room and watch TV?”

  “Sure.” Jada was relieved. Once again they were two friends sharing a meal. It was easier to converse, thinking about it that way, and she sipped her tea, starting to relax.

  They ate most of the pizza and watched a laughable reality show.

  Jada chuckled. “That was the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  “I’ve seen plenty of shows dumber. Have you seen the one where one person thinks their lover is cheating on them? They send a camera crew to find out. That gets pretty wild.”

  “You’ve got to be kidding!” Jada stretched, kicking her feet up onto the coffee table.

  “On my honour.” Wendi crossed her hand over her chest, grinning.

  Jada’s eyes were drawn to the woman’s breasts, and she tried not to stare. For some reason, she couldn’t help it. Both pert nipples were once again erect, poking through the soft fabric covering them. She’d seen pictures of Caucasian women’s breasts. Even if they had pale skin, their areolas and nipples were always brown. The thought intrigued her, and she shook her head to clear it.

  Being thrown together with this woman due to unusual circumstances was no cause to go crazy. She didn’t have casual sex, that hadn’t changed. “I’m tired.” Jada stood. “I think I’d better go to bed. I’ll show you where you can sleep.”

  “Sure.” Wendi helped her clear the dishes before following her to the spare room.

  Jada turned on the light in the pretty, green and white room. “I hope you’ll find this comfortable.”

  “It’s lovely! I’m sure it’ll be fine. Is there an alarm clock?”

  “Um, yes, there on the nightstand.” She looked at the woman questioningly.

  “I’m supposed to wake you a couple of times, remember? Just to make sure there are no complications.”

  “Oh, yes.”

  Wendi smiled. “You won’t get cranky when I wake you?”

  “I’ll try not to. Hey, would you like some pyjamas to wear? You won’t want to sleep in your clothes.”

  “I usually sleep naked, but all things considered, pyjamas might be a good idea.”

  Jada’s heart thumped in her chest. She went to her room, rummaged through the dresser and came back with a set of pink baby dolls. “I hope these fit.”

  “They’ll do. We’re about the same size.”

  Jada laughed. The other woman’s breasts were twice the size of hers, at least. “About, being the key word.”

  Wendi smiled and shrugged. “I told you how I feel about that.”

  “Yeah.” Jada sensed the crystal blue eyes staring at her, as if they could see through her shirt and bra. Her nipples tightened, and she crossed her arms. “Well, holler if you need anything. There’s toothpaste and stuff in the bathroom, if you want to…” She made a motion with one finger, scrubbing her teeth.

  “Thanks, Jada. Get some sleep. I’ll see you later.”

  “Goodnight.” Jada returned to her room, closing the door. She peeled out of her clothes and stood in front of the mirror in her private bath. Her skin was dark, the flesh tight from her small breasts down to the neatly trimmed patch of hair between her legs. It was coarse and curly, like the short dark hair on her head.

  What kind of hair do white women have down there? As a stylist, she knew it was hard to tell a woman’s natural colour or style from looking at her head. Wendi’s hair had been bleached and gelled to create the spiked look. Were her pubes blonde or perhaps brown? A shiver shot through Jada’s belly, and she clamped her legs together tight.

  She needed to sleep. It’d been a long, crazy day. She washed her face, brushed her teeth and used the toilet. She slipped
into a short silky gown, shut out the lights and climbed in bed. Must sleep.

  ———

  The sheer nightgown slid up Jada’s body. She was delighted in the way it pooled around her neck. She sighed as warm, strong hands kneaded each of her small breasts. “I’m a masseuse. I need to use my hands,” Wendi had said earlier.

  “You sure do. Go for it, baby.” She moaned as one of her tight nipples was sucked into a hot, wet mouth.

  “Mmm, sweeter than a chocolate drop.” The blonde head bobbed, sucking the nub vigorously. She moved to the other side, rolling the first nipple between her thumb and forefinger while she nuzzled the second.

  “Yeah, suck me.” Jada cupped both breasts and arched her back, offering them more fully.

  “There’s something else I want to suck,” Wendi murmured, and drew her mouth down in a wet trail across Jada’s stomach.

  “Yes, please…” Jada whimpered. Her wantonness surprised her, but it was there and she didn’t regret it. “Please.”

  “Please what, Jada?” Wendi’s voice was loud, sharper than it had been earlier.

  Something told Jada to open her eyes. When she did, the other woman stood at the side of her bed, fully clothed. Jada’s nightgown was in place, the covers up around her neck.

  I’ve been dreaming! “What’s going on?” she murmured, confused.

  “Hey, sweetie. I just came in to wake you for your midnight check. You were whispering something, I couldn’t hear what.”

  “Oh god.” The dream came back in full force, and Jada was mortified. “Sometimes I talk in my sleep. It was nothing.”

  “Okay.” Wendi ran a hand through Jada’s short, curly hair. “You seem fine. Go back to sleep. I should probably wake you one more time, in a few hours.”

  “Fine. Goodnight.” She rolled away with her back to the door, still embarrassed about the vivid dream. What if it happens again? What if she said something that Wendi heard? She’d never get back to sleep, worrying about it.

  ———

  “Jada.” The soft voice whispered in her ear.

  She was in that deliciously suspended state, halfway between sleep and consciousness. She couldn’t tell if the light, feathery touch on her arm was real or imaginary. The only thing she knew for sure was she didn’t want it to stop. “That feels nice.”

  “Your skin is soft.” There was movement. A weight settled next to her, shifting the bed. “I’ve given massages to African Americans before but I’ve never felt skin as smooth as yours.”

  With those words, Jada knew she wasn’t dreaming. She also knew she had a decision to make. At that moment, she had the power to sway the situation. If she opened her eyes and sat up, it would be over. She could end it without too much embarrassment to either woman. If that’s what I really want.

  It took just a second to realise it wasn’t. She wanted more of the soft touches, all over, everywhere the other woman could reach. Later, the touch she craved might not be so gentle.

  She kept her eyes closed and murmured, “Your hands feel nice.”

  Another shift on the mattress, and warm breath brushed against her ear. “You want me to touch you, Jada?”

  “Yes…please.” Keeping her eyes shut, she lowered the covers from her upper body.

  “Oh yeah.” One strong hand slipped inside the silky nightgown, cupping a breast. “I’ve wanted to get my hands on these all night.”

  “More.” Jada arched her back to the caress, making sure her wishes were known.

  “You got it.”

  The nightgown rose easily, but this time didn’t stop at her neck. Wendi dragged it over her face, leaving her nose and mouth free but her eyes covered.

  Jada arched again in approval.

  “You’re beautiful.” Wendi cupped both exposed breasts in her hands.

  Chilled air caused the nipples to pucker and a soft moan to sigh from Jada’s lips.

  Wendi straddled Jada’s supine form and rubbed her own breasts against the naked brown ones. The crisp fabric of Wendi’s baby dolls served to further excite Jada’s nipples. Arching her back further, she rubbed against the woman above her, desiring more friction.

  “Want me naked?” Wendi purred.

  “Yes, god yes.” Jada couldn’t see, but heard the sound of pyjamas sailing across the room. She reached up and discovered two large breasts dangling above hers. Finding the nipples erect, she latched onto them and tugged.

  “You like my big boobies?”

  “Uh huh.”

  Again, Wendi moved above her. Suddenly, soft skin pressed against her mouth. Jada opened her lips hungrily and sucked the dangling tit. It was definitely larger than what she was used to. She’d need both her hands to cup the full mound. She tried to reach up, but Wendi shoved her hands down.

  “Just your mouth, baby.”

  “Umm.” Jada slurped the offering, making it slick with saliva from the tongue-laving she gave it. Once it was good and wet, she sucked the nipple deep into her mouth, forming it into a long, tight cone.

  Wendi shifted and her other breast fell into Jada’s mouth. Jada licked and sucked it greedily, enjoying the fullness which her own tits lacked.

  “That’s good. I like that.” Wendi squeezed her breasts together, and Jada moved from nipple to nipple with a slight turn of her head. “Yes,” Wendi murmured. “Perfect.”

  After Jada lavished another few minutes of attention on the delightful breasts, Wendi pulled away.

  “Want more,” the woman muttered.

  “What do you want?” Jada held her breath, waiting for the reply. She still couldn’t see, which caused even more excitement to course through her.

  “I want you to eat my pussy.” Warm breath touched Jada’s face as Wendi spoke the words.

  “Yes. I want that too.” Jada reached for the legs straddling her and squeezed.

  “I need to know something first.” Wendi tugged the nightgown off her face, staring into Jada's eyes by the dim light of the dresser lamp. “Are you truly okay with this? You were drowsy and out of it when I came in. I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of you.”

  Jada smiled. “I know exactly what I’m doing. I want this very much.”

  A wide grin spread across Wendi’s face, and she reached for the nightgown. Tucking it around Jada’s head, she effectively blinded her again. Climbing higher, she wedged a knee on either side of Jada’s neck.

  Jada inhaled, smelling the musky scent of the woman. It sent a thrill to her core, causing her pussy to weep with need. Soon. First things first. She brought her hands up, pressing open the smooth, pale thighs she could only see in her mind. One finger dipped into the apex and she gasped. The pussy inches from her face was smooth and silky, completely hairless. “Oh god,” she whispered.

  “Like that?”

  “Y—yes.” Her excitement was audible. “God yes.”

  Wendi gave a sultry chuckle. “I thought you might.”

  Jada ran her hands over the skin, dipping fingers into the folds. The slick walls were almost as damp as her own, where juices now pooled on the sheet. “So smooth.”

  “I wax as much as I can and use a cream on the rest.” Wendi inhaled sharply as Jada fingered her. “No, uh—oh god, that feels good! I meant to say, there’s no stubble that way.”

  “Mmm. I like it a lot.” Jada pushed her face into the dampness and breathed in. She slid her tongue back and forth over the skin, tasting every millimetre before focusing on the clitoris. It twitched as she flicked it with her tongue, and she groaned again. “I want to see you.”

  Wendi reached down and removed the nightgown. She smiled at Jada and clutched the silky fabric to her breasts, rubbing them.

  Jada glanced at the woman’s manipulation of her own breasts, but that wasn’t what she really wanted to see. Lovely pink flesh glistened directly in front of her, swollen where she’d sucked, oozing musky-scented juices. She growled with desire, nipping at the delicate clit, and plunged her tongue deep into the woman’s tight pu
ssy.

  “Oh yeah.” Wendi bucked, riding her tongue. “Fuck me with that tongue. Fuck me hard.”

  Jada strained to go deeper, driving her tongue higher, harder. She circled one finger in the slick pussy juice and worked it into the tight anus.

  “Ooh, I like that! Fuck me with your finger and your tongue!” The excited woman bounced vigorously on top.

  Jada groaned when her face was drenched by a squirt of cum. She tilted her head back until she could see the look of ecstasy on Wendi’s face as the woman climaxed, tweaking her own nipples roughly the whole time.

  Wendi fell forward, resting her arms on the bed, shimmying her body down over Jada’s. When they were face to face, she smiled. “You have a talented tongue. That was fucking fantastic.”

  “I’m so horny I can’t stand it!” Jada pressed her hips up.

  “Poor baby, I’m sorry. I should have thought of that sooner. Kiss me, and I’ll go take care of it for you.”

  Their mouths pressed together, both opening for an exchange of active tongues. Jada loved kissing her lover after oral sex and she was pleased Wendi enjoyed it as well. The taste was a turn-on all its own. “Mmm,” she ground her lips against the other woman’s, devouring her tongue.

  “You are horny!” Wendi pulled back. “Let me fix that right now.” She began to slide lower.

  Jada stopped her. “Turn around, baby. I haven’t had my fill of you yet.”

  “Oh yeah?” Wendi’s face lit up. “Sounds good.” She swung her body around, spreading her legs over Jada’s face.

  “I love your pink pussy.” Jada traced a fold with her finger.

  Wendi bucked her hips. “Play with my ass some more. I love that.”

  “Me too.” From that angle, she had a perfect view of the puckering, crimson-coloured anus. She leaned up, circling the hole with her tongue before nudging the outer ring. It was tight, requiring firm pressure before it opened.

  “Jesus!” Wendi breathed.

  Jada pressed her tongue deeper, knowing how good the rim job felt to her lover. She enjoyed anal play as well and had a collection of well maintained, sanitised dildos—some for the pussy and some for the anus. Some were double-ended for both women to use at the same time. She was wondering if Wendi would enjoy that, when a jolt from a wet tongue sparked her pussy.