We slammed into the wall in the entry hall of my apartment, her legs wrapped around my hips as her fingers entangled themselves in my hair. Her mouth was hot and her tongue mingled with mine in deep wild passionate kisses.
"Mom... doesn't... care... if I get... home until... late," she said, pressing her palms against my chest so she could get the sentence out between kisses.
I was already snaking my hand down the back of her denim short-shorts. "Where do you want it to happen?" I asked.
She pointed and I let her feet fall from around me and watched her scamper off in the direction of the bedroom.
***
Jordan had come to work at the bistro about two years after I'd become the night manager. You know the kind of place it is, open late big cups for coffee usually some act on a small stage at the back to give the place a guise of culture.
I hadn't hired her, she'd been on the day shift until her schedule changed at the college and they put her under me. She was a kid, maybe 18 when she started but damn was she cute. Anybody would have told you that. Small with black hair and narrow shoulders. She studied ballet and it showed in her legs and posture. Even when she wore dark trousers they were always form fitting and left little to the imagination.
Of course, just because she was cute it didn't make me want her. After all, I was her boss, and that meant our relationship was going to be platonic. Other things, of course dissuaded me. She had boyfriend after boyfriend and often complained. She was very much a teenager, "forgetting" to do chores almost every night so that when closing time came and she was off like a shot I'd find more work to be done.
I'd go almost as far as saying she annoyed me at first despite her youthful beauty and elegant graceful motion.
***
The bedroom was surprisingly clean, the bed made with a lavender colored comforter on top and posters over the head board of Bob Dylan and Robert Pattinson. She turned and I was there, my hands moving up her back as she took the hem of her tee-shirt and lifted up revealing the cups of the light lacy bra and the small perfectly shaped breasts.
"You know," she said, as I move my kisses to her neck and throat. "I wanted this the first time I saw you."
I kissed her along her thin smooth suntanned neck, smelling the lotion she used to make her skin soft and tasting the slight salt of sweat her as my lips felt her pulse. "Hold still," I said, "It shouldn't hurt."
She gasped and I craddled her in my arms as her breathing slowed and I felt the steady rhythm of her excited heart beating. I counted the seconds, knowing how long it would be until I would have to stop. She would will me to continue and I would want to but those days were long gone. She moaned as I moved my hand over the warm skin at the base of her spine. "Your hands are so cold... Don't stop."
***
I began work at 9, later in the summer months. I owned the bistro but left the serious management of it to others. One night I came in later than usual. She was behind the counter and the place was empty.
"It's been slow," she said. "I don't know what it is."
I shrugged. "Who can figure, human beings don't always flock the way we want them to." I walked around and picked up some cups and saucers she'd neglected.
"I was going to get to those..."
I took them around the counter and set them on the baseboard by the espresso machine. I took of my jacket and hung it up before taking down an apron and rolling up my sleeves. I'd noticed her putting the book away when I'd walked in and now that she realized I wasn't angry she took it out and held it up. "Sorry, I just can't put it down."
I ran hot water and added the soap. "You always read depressing books," I said, shaking my head and setting the cups down in the filling basin. "But it's better than coming in to find you making out with your boyfriend like last week."
I smiled over at her but noticed the sagging shoulders. I looked down into the sink. "Another one, ehh?"
"Yes. He was in bed with someone else when I went to see him this afternoon." She tossed the book down. "Guys suck."
