Sarah ran her hand over the empty spot in the bed. It sucked waking up alone, knowing the person she thought she had a profound connection with snuck out in the middle of the night. She wanted to be angry or hurt but she just felt empty. No wonder Frank left her, she was a complete idiot.
Why did Laura leave? Sarah honestly believed they made a deep connection last night. Did she leave because she felt awkward? To be fair, after what they did and said last night a little awkwardness made sense. Still, she expected more from Laura. The woman ran a huge business, she should have had the guts to stay.
Or did Sarah do something wrong? They got a little tipsy last night, but not drunk. Was that the problem? Did Laura want to excuse what she did on alcohol? Did her actions embarrass her so much in the harsh light of day?
Sarah chastised herself for being so upset. It wasn't good to need someone she barely knew that bad. Yet she hurt as bad right now as she had the day Frank left. That didn't make sense, she only knew Laura for a few hours and she knew Frank for years.
To make the whole affair even more degrading, Sarah slept better last night than she remembered in a long time. She didn't know if it was the sex or because she hadn't slept alone.
Sarah forced herself to get out of bed and go through her morning routine. She brushed her teeth but didn't have enough energy to get dressed. At least she didn't have any friends who might find out she had her first lesbian experience and got dumped the same night.
Coffee sounded good so she threw on a robe and headed for the kitchen. The scent of fresh brewed coffee met her halfway down the stairs. She must have set the coffee maker before going out last night.
Sarah pushed open the kitchen door and froze. Laura stood at her stove dancing to a song she sang off key. Laura hadn't left her after all, she was here all the time making coffee. Sarah started to speak when Laura shimmed over to the fridge and pulled out . . . eggs? When did Sarah buy eggs? What was Laura doing? Then Laura looked through the cupboards until she found a skillet.
Oh, shit! Laura was making breakfast and Sarah looked like crap. She hadn't showered, shaved or put on makeup. Thankfully all the appliances faced away from the door. Sarah took a step back when Laura turned and saw her. She lurched to a stop and went crimson. Sarah loved that about Laura. Last night at the bar she kept turning red, especially when she saw two women kiss. Or when she made her hump her leg. Where had that idea come from? That little memory almost made her blush.
"Good morning." Laura wiped her hands on a towel then marched around the table. "Tell me you slept as well as I did." Sarah's eyes went straight to her tits. God, she was just like a guy; Laura had a face, she should look at it. Besides, she had her bra on again. "I haven't slept that well since Tom died."
"Um, yeah, I slept great." Between her depression at waking up alone and her elation at finding Laura in her kitchen, Sarah felt numb.
"It's almost ready." Laura took both Sarah's hands and dragged her to the table then made her sit. "I wanted to have this done before you woke up."
"You're making me breakfast." Sarah looked form Laura to the stove. This proud, powerful woman was making breakfast for her. Another wave of love filled Sarah's heart.
"Yes." Some enthusiasm seeped out of Laura's face. "Did I do something wrong?"
"What?" Sarah looked back at Laura and saw her face fall. She shook her head to clear it. "No, of course not. I, well, no one has ever done this for me."
"You're kidding." Laura looked like she didn't believe it. "Oops, I gotta take care of the pancake!" She ran to the stove.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Well for one thing I'm starving and I figured you would be too." Laura flipped a pancake and it landed on the side of the skillet and smeared across the hot surface. "I used to do this all the time for Tom and the kids." She scowled at the offending pancake. "I used to be better at it, too." She shoved the pancake to the center of the skillet then poured a cup of coffee for Sarah. "I don't know how you take it."
"Black," Sarah said, absently. When she was first married and cooking for Frank, he wanted her naked. She always figured it was a fantasy to have a woman do housework in the nude. Now she understood the appeal. A woman's body did fascinating things moving around a kitchen.
"Really? I figured you for the energetic type who likes the extra calories from sugar and cream."
"I used to be, but after Frank left . . . well."
"I understand. When Tom died, I wanted to give up on everything. Even simple things like fixing a cup of coffee took too much energy. Unfortunately I had kids and a business to handle."
"You don't have servants?"
"No, I may be successful but I'm a long way from being rich enough to hire servants."
"Remember how I said you didn't do anything wrong?" Sarah decided to pull a chapter from Frank's book. "I changed my mind. I want you naked."
"What?" Laura laughed her nervous laugh and Sarah realized it was a stalling tactic. She also blushed and Sarah got the impression only she got to see it.
"In fact, I want you naked all weekend."
"You know I'm not comfortable with that." Laura fiddled with the spatula and avoided Sarah's eyes.
"I love your body and I want to see it."
"It's different now, it's lighter. You can see how-."
"Do not say how fat or ugly or whatever it is you think you are."
"It was dark last night."
"Not that dark. Now strip." Sarah tried to sound stern but she heard the anticipation in her voice and expected Laura did too.
Laura flipped the pancake in the skillet then shrugged out of her dress and let it pool at her feet. Once again Sarah felt like a guy because she didn't bother looking at Laura's face. Laura hesitated but Sarah's expression must have convinced the older woman Sarah did like her body. She undid her bra and released her magnificent tits.
"Don't stop now."
Laura hooked her thumbs in her waistband and pushed her panties over her hips and let them fall to her ankles. She stepped out of them then turned back to the stove.
Sarah watched Laura work around the stove for a few minutes enjoying the sight more than she thought possible. Frank was right about a woman's body having all kinds of interesting jiggles and wiggles. She finally had to move to get a better look at Laura. Not that she minded the view from behind. Sarah leaned against the counter and got a little thrill every time Laura's tits swayed or when she flashed her bush. It was the hottest thing Sarah ever saw. They stood feet apart and were in the middle of foreplay. Now she understood why Frank always had her naked. Next time she talked to him she'd apologize for thinking he was weird.
Laura had a hard time concentrating with Sarah standing there staring at her. Her hands shook and she constantly glanced at Sarah. Too bad, she'd just have to get used to it. Sarah enjoyed this way too much to give up. "I'm only staring because you're so hot." Laura's hands shook even more.
"I'm-."
"You're beautiful. Say it."
