Lovestruck (7 page)

She looked frightened and Barbara kissed her fear away, keeping her hand on Jennifer's knee until she relaxed again. When she did, Barbara moved her hand up higher.

Barbara could feel the heat blazing from between Jennifer's legs. Jennifer moaned as Barbara placed her palm against Jennifer's damp, cotton-covered pussy. She shifted her palm back and forth. Jennifer's eyes closed and she panted against Barbara's lips.

Barbara kissed her again and unbuttoned Jennifer's shirt. When she reached the last button, she pulled the edges away to reveal a white lacy bra, easy to unclasp in the front.

God must have been smiling down upon her that night, because with one flick of her hand, she undid the bra and Jennifer's breasts fell out. Barbara couldn't see the color of Jennifer's nipples in the dim light. Sometime in the future she would discover if they were pink or tan, but for now she would settle for touching them, for exploring their texture.

Jennifer's eyes flickered open and shut. Barbara ducked her head, kissing Jennifer's exposed breast. She drew one hard nipple into her mouth. Jennifer let out a strangled sound and laid her hand on top of Barbara's head as if to keep her there. Her mouth and tongue lapped over Jennifer's breast and her hand slid into Jennifer's panties, pushing a finger through her trimmed pussy hair to circle her inner lips.

Jennifer's head rolled to the side as Barbara stroked her clitoris.

Barbara grinded her crotch against Jennifer's leg. Jennifer reached down and grabbed Barbara's hand, guiding her movements.

"Right there." Jennifer moaned.

Barbara licked the side of Jennifer's throat and pressed her hand down again.

"Did I find your sweet spot?"

Jennifer gasped. "
Yes!
"

"Good, baby . . . I want you come all over my hand." Barbara suckled Jennifer's other breast.

"Oh, help," Jennifer whispered.

She convulsed and Barbara latched onto Jennifer's neck as Jennifer's inner pussy muscles milk her fingers. The sensation sent Barbara over the edge. She gave one last grind against Jennifer's knee and began to gush. She bit down a bit too hard on Jennifer's neck. She whimpered and Barbara sat back, breathing hard.

When both their tremors subsided, Jennifer looked over at Barbara. Barbara leaned her head against Jennifer's shoulder and took deep breaths, completely sated for the first time in way too long.

Barbara glanced up at Jennifer with a drowsy smile. "Oh baby, that was so good."

She gave her a kiss and moved her hand against her pussy. Jennifer didn't kiss her back, but Barbara dismissed the oddity, lost in her own little bubble of happiness. "Let's go up to your place where I can show you what else I can do with my mouth. I want to eat you out and feel your juices all over my face."

Jennifer blinked once. "No." She removed Barbara's hand and frowned. "Please, I need to leave now." Her voice shook, and she quickly pulled herself together, unlocked the door and started to get out.

"Wait, Jennifer." Barbara grabbed onto her arm, trying to remain composed.

"Calm down. Let's talk about this."

Jennifer glanced back at her over her shoulder. In the dim shadows of the car light, she looked mussed, with a sheen of sweat on her face and smudged mascara. She also looked very vulnerable. Barbara's heart ached at the sight.

"Please, Ms. Jen—I mean, Barbara. I have to go."

Barbara studied her for a moment, wondering what thoughts were running through her mind. Was she frightened? Embarrassed? Still horny? "Come on; let's go up to your place—"

Jennifer pulled her arm away. "I can't do that without wanting . . . please let me go."

Barbara released her. She wanted to lean over and kiss her into staying, but knew if she did, if she forced the issue, she could lose her forever. "Fine, go now. I know you must be stunned by what just happened. God knows I am. But, I will promise you this.

It's not over between us. We need to talk about what happened."

Jennifer nodded and licked her lips.

The tiny motion drew Barbara's attention and she had to exert all her willpower not to lean forward and kiss her again. She didn't like being denied something and wanted to scream. Instead, she ran her hand down Jennifer's hair. Jennifer shrank away, and Barbara let out a soft sigh and sat back. "Good night, Jennifer."

"Good night." Jennifer stepped out of the car and walked on unsteady feet to her front door. Barbara watched as she opened the door and closed it behind her. A minute later the lights came on in the upstairs apartment.

Barbara sat there in all her disheveled glory. She banged the back of her head against the headrest and groaned. One of the best sexual experiences she ever had happened in a parked car on an open street. She smiled because she wouldn't change anything.

"Go hide away, Jennifer Caffey. I'll give you a few days, but then I'm coming back for you and won't take no for answer." Barbara spoke in the empty car. She put her fingers into her mouth and sucked on them, savoring Jennifer's sweet cream. She had been right; Jennifer tasted just as good as she'd imagined and now her addiction for the young woman had grown into an obsession.

The rain came down in rapid sheets, pounding against the windowpane. Jenny groaned and pulled the blankets up over her head. She hadn't slept for shit the night before, had tossed and turned for hours. If only she'd allowed Barbara to come up and finish what they'd started, then she would be relaxed and excited to start the day.

Instead, it was almost six in the morning and she felt as gloomy as the day outside.

Jenny pushed the blankets down and stared up at the ceiling. Tears of frustration prickled her eyes. What an idiot. Not only had she done the wrong thing by fooling around with her boss in a car, but she couldn't stop thinking about their encounter.

Couldn't deny she wanted more. Barbara's kisses and touches were unlike anything she had ever felt, but Jenny couldn't use that as an excuse for her behavior. She'd just sat there and allowed Barbara to touch her, kiss her, make her come.

Back in college, she and her hall monitor, Sarah, kissed and touched, but never with such passion, such complete abandon. When she had gained the courage to ask if she could taste Sarah's pussy, the girl had pushed her away, disgusted, and soon after things ended between them.

Now Jenny had a skilled woman who seemed more than willing to explore all aspects of sex and love—aspects Jenny had never experienced.

"Love? You are so wrong, Caffey," Jenny mumbled under her breath. Lust and physical attraction? Yes. A small crush? Quite possible. But love? No way would she put herself in such a vulnerable position. No doubt, Barbara viewed her as child. She even called her 'kiddo'. Jenny liked the nickname, but they could never have anything long-lasting between them. They were from two totally different worlds. Jenny still needed to find her way through life, was still insecure about so many things. Barbara was mature, and just like her nickname stated, a barracuda both in business and in life.

The way Barbara seduced her in the car proved as much.

Jenny sat up and turned off her alarm before it had a chance to buzz. Her brain felt fuzzy and too big for her skull. Thank god she'd showered the night before. She'd had to wash away the sweat and heady smell of sex on her skin.

She glanced at the window and sighed. What a shitty day. For a moment, she considered calling out sick, but in all the years she worked for the hotel she'd never missed a day. She wouldn't start now.

Instead, she would suck it up and pray Barbara didn't come to the hotel today. If she did, Jenny decided she'd just help housekeeping again. Out of sight, out of mind would be the best thing, under the circumstances.

Jenny wanted to scream as the day moved too slowly for her sanity. Restless and bored, she went about her tasks, willing the time to move faster. The rain continued to come down in a torrent and seemed to affect everyone's mood.

The moment Jenny clocked in she'd gone to Jeffery and asked him if he had any projects for her to work on. For some reason, he alone acted cheerful, and he seemed extraordinarily appreciative for her volunteering. The project he gave her involved cleaning out his three file cabinets . . . paperwork he hadn't put to order in years. She welcomed the busy work, hoping to keep her mind off a certain woman and what that woman had done to her last night.

As she pulled yet another file from the cabinet, she felt a little twinge in her neck.

Damn, Barbara.
Jenny still couldn't believe the woman had given her a hickey. Her shirt covered most of the mark, but every so often her collar would shift and if someone looked too close they would see the dime-sized purple bruise. At least Mike hadn't been awake when she went to work this morning. He had Thursdays and Fridays off and slept in those two days. If he saw the hickey, he would grill her until she told him who gave it to her. And even though he was one of her dearest friends, she didn't feel comfortable telling him about last night. She wouldn't feel comfortable telling
anyone
about last night.

As the day wore on, she kept looking at the clock, and kept Jeffery's office door open to see when Barbara would arrive.

By one o'clock, Jenny needed a break. She walked out of the office when she saw Barbara enter the hotel wearing a tan raincoat and carrying a big black and white umbrella. Jeffery left his post behind the concierge desk and met Barbara in the middle of the lobby.

"Crap." Jenny squeaked and scurried back into Jeffery's office. Safely out of sight, she spied on her two bosses from behind the half opened door.

Barbara kept glancing over at the front desk, even though she talked with Jeffery.

I wonder if she's looking for me.

The hickey on her neck throbbed and her bladder screamed for release. Despite her desire to stay off Barbara's radar, Jenny quickly realized she couldn't hide all day.

With her bladder winning the battle, Jenny gathered her courage, and, head held high, walked out of the office. She went through the lobby and toward the women's bathroom where she first met Barbara. As she passed the two, Jeffery stopped her.

"Jennifer, Ms. Jennings and I have been discussing scheduling in meeting times with the staff. We want to meet with each one of you at designated times starting tomorrow. I need you to talk to the housekeeping staff and schedule in half-hour blocks starting tomorrow at ten so they can meet with Ms. Jennings and me."

"Of course, Jeffery." Jenny's bright voice hid her anxious feelings. Despite her nervousness, she turned to address Barbara. "Glad to see you again, Ms. Jennings."

Barbara smiled and nodded. "It's very nice to see you again, Jennifer."

Jenny nodded and excused herself, but as she turned to walk away, Barbara spoke.

"Oh, and Jennifer, don't forget to schedule a time for yourself tomorrow. There is much I would like to discuss with you."

Jenny gave Barbara a small smile. "Of course. Whatever you say. Excuse me." She scampered away toward the bathroom. She knew the interview wouldn't be about business, just like last night's 'business dinner' had been a sham. Barbara obviously intended to continue with her seduction. And as Jenny stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, she couldn't decide if her frazzled nerves were an indication of her excitement at the prospect, or her body's way of forewarning her to be careful.

Barbara let Jennifer go on her merry way. She and Jeffery went on a tour of the hotel and discussed all the good and bad points of the building. Jeffery surprised her.

He seemed to know the hotel very well and he apparently enjoyed his job, even though the employees they came in contact with were more polite than friendly, an indication there might be harsh feelings lying just beneath the surface.

They also went over the plan for the next day, and by the time they returned to his shoebox of an office, the day was nearly over and Jenny was nowhere in sight.

Jeffery picked up a sheet of paper from his desk. "Ah, the list you asked Jenny to make." Jeffery studied the paper. "This looks great. Between the two of us we should be able to go through half the housekeeping staff tomorrow and finish the rest on Saturday. Jenny's put her name on here, also. Good. Sometimes I worry where that girl's head is."

Barbara looked at Jeffrey in surprise. "What do you mean? Jennifer seems to be skilled at her job. She doesn't seem to be the lazy type."

Jeffery sat back in his office chair and tapped a pencil against his desk. "She's okay. Better than her juvenile buddies, Mike and Tonya. Tonya works in housekeeping.

You'll meet her tomorrow. All those two talk about is going out to the bars or picking up their next lay. Tonya just separated from her husband. Sometimes they can be so immature. I guess their ages do show."

Barbara frowned at Jeffery's reference to Jennifer and her friends' ages. She already felt uneasy about the subject. "We were all like that once. Don't you remember what it's like to be, what, twenty-three, twenty-five?"

"I guess you're right. But were we ever like these kids? We were old before our time."

Barbara couldn't stand the pencil tapping and pulled the offending object out of Jeffery's hand. "Perhaps we can learn something from them."

"All work and no play? Yeah. I wouldn't mind . . . ."

"Wouldn't mind what?" Barbara asked.

Jeffery rubbed his chin and grimaced. "Never mind. What I do know is that Jenny isn't all work. She has a hickey on her neck that wasn't there on Tuesday."

Barbara frowned. "Jeffery. There are more important things to worry about.

Gossiping about Jennifer Caffey having a hickey is a waste of valuable time." She sounded too harsh even for her own ears and hid a grimace behind her hand.

Jeffery tensed and squirmed in his chair. "Sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. It's just nice to have someone to talk to who's on my level. Everyone I'm in charge of is too young or acts like I have the plague. I guess that's what it's like to be forty and work in an environment where everyone is on the flip side of twenty. Even if we wanted to have a relationship with anybody here, we would have to be very careful. Not only are they young, but then there's the whole 'sexual harassment in the workplace' thing. Can you imagine if either one of us went after one of these kids? We'd be crucified."