I spot her then, just across the cafe where I was working.
She tossed her dark curly tresses over her shoulder and leaned forward, elbows on the rounded table of the coffee shop as her blue eyes glisten with mirth. Her off the shoulder sundress of sky blue was hitched high over tanned thighs, crossed at the knee. She had the legs of a soccer player. Hell, she had the body of a soccer player, though I had never seen one with breasts as large as hers.
She couldn't be more than a year or two older than myself, so I fancied her to be twenty-one, max. The girl she was with was pretty, if not a bit skinny. Her white-blonde hair was cropped in a cute pixie cut, ears bedecked in piercings that glittered in the afternoon sun when she turned her head. She wore magenta lipstick that made her teeth appear extra white.
I didn't know for a fact that the object of my lust was interested in women, but considering this was her fourth time at the cafe with a different woman each time, all of whom she greeted with a handshake and parted with a hug, I felt that my estimation is correct. She had to be at the very least bisexual.
I also didn't know that I was into girls. At least, not really. I had always found movie stars of both sexes attractive, but I didn't think anything of my attraction to the women. All the Jennifers - Garner, Aniston, Lopez, and Lawrence - were objectively beautiful. Would I make out with them if they approached me and asked? Of course - who wouldn't? It didn't make me a lesbian.
But when Miss Large Iced Half-Sweet Black Tea Lemonade and Peach Tea with a Splash of Soy Milk came in, her blue eyes bright with anticipation and full lips pink and glossed, I wondered if I was actually into girls. When I handed her the drink I made, our fingers touched, heat flooding my cheeks. Her blue eyes crinkled with a smile as they slowly roved over my body. I gave her a half smile as she winked and walked away, her hips swaying so that her skirt teased me with way lay underneath. If only she had bent over, just a smidge...
It has been two weeks since that moment and four presumed dates. And if my nightly masterbation ritual that began featuring a pair of cobalt blue eyes was indicative of anything, it was that I, Kate Landy, wanted to fuck a woman. And not just any woman, but her.
My eyes darted to the clock, my lungs releasing a sigh of relief as I realized my shift was finally over. "Thank God," I said, fingers fumbling with the knot at my waist and tugging off my apron. "Geni, will you make me a large venti cold brew with two pumps of raspberry with cold foam, strawberry puree, and mocha drizzle while I clock out?"
Geni waved a tattoo hand at me. "You got it, love."
I blew her a kiss before pushing the swinging door and walking to the computer to clock out. I plucked my small purse from the wall, throwing the strap on my shoulder as I left the back to cross the hall to the bathroom to freshen up.
Once inside, I pulled the scrunchy from my auburn hair, finger combing the gentle waves that fell just beneath my collarbones. My lilac romper survived the day without a stain in sight, which was a miracle beyond miracles. It probably helped that I only worked for a few hours, during the afternoon shift, covering for a coworker. I adjusted the dainty straps that rested against my pale skin, making sure my braless boobs wouldn't pop out from the low, loose neckline. I tightened the string that cinched at my narrow waist before twisting, the flowy shorts flaring out a hint as a I did so.
I won't lie. I looked fucking delicious.
I swiped some gloss on my lips before washing my hands and turning to open the door and gasped.
"Sorry," said the subject of my fantasy for the last hour, grin on her face. "I shouldn't have been waiting so close to the door."
"It's no problem," I said with a smile, adjusting the strap of my purse on my shoulder, but not moving. Why wasn't I moving?!
"I love this color on you," she said, her fingers coming up and slipping under one of the straps, delicately following the curve of my shoulder. "My name is Lila." Her touch made heat pool between my legs.
Lila, Lila, Lila. Did she know that as she breathed, I felt my core heat? As she touched me, my knees quivered?
"I'm Kate."
"Kate." On her lips, my name was a sensuous, unholy prayer. "What are you up to this afternoon, Kate?"
I froze, my sex twitching at the purr in her voice. My eyes widened at the sensation—it had never done that before. "Just got off."
A smile curved over Lila's lips as her eyes flicked to my crotch. "Did you, now? Is that what you were doing in there?"
"Fuck, no," heat rose in my cheeks as I stumbled away from her, bringing her attention to my black Doc Martens.
"I love a woman in boots."
"Me, too." Lord have mercy, where did that come from? And why was my voice...husky? "Anyway, I just meant that I just got off work, so I was heading back to my apartment."
Lila's arms folded in front of her, pushing her breasts up in her delicious sundress. "You mean to tell me that you're just going home when you look as good as you do?"
I shrugged, my hand reaching up to wrap an errant curl around my finger. "Unless you have something better for me to do?"
"I do." Lila's mouth split into a grin as she stepped closer to me, leaning until her lips were brushing my ear. "This may be forward, but my date was boring as hell with no ass. I can tell you have a great ass." Her hand ran up the back of my thigh, slipping under flowy fabric of my romper to cup my ass, giving it a squeeze.
Well that escalated quickly. And I couldn't help it, I moaned. I looked over towards the main hall of the café, seeing it empty. And then I did something I had never dreamed of doing to anyone in a public place, let alone a woman. My hand found her hip, pulling her towards me as I angled my thigh to rest between hers, pressing it up past her skirt until it connected with her panty-covered crotch.
My heart thudded in my chest. Was I doing this right? But I knew I was as I felt her grind against it, just for a breath, before stepping back. Her eyes were blazing as she smiled. "Shall we?"
