Chapter 2

Thursday was a busy day and it kept me focused on work, so much so that I actually worked past quitting time! I hurried over to the record store, hoping to see Erin. When I walked in, I didn’t see her but I did see the guy she talked to yesterday.

“Yes! How may I help you?!” He replied.

“Is Erin around?” I inquired.

“Nope. I haven’t heard from her today. She doesn’t actually work here, well, she does, but she just helps when she can. Sorry.” He explained.

“Ok, thanks.” Well, shit. I wonder what was going on with her?

Friday should have been a cause for celebration, but I slept like shit Thursday night and felt like hell today. I thought about Erin all night and was hoping to see her after work. I had spent most of the week loading new laptops with our new software and getting them ready to deploy to our large pool of employees. To say it was mind numbing work would be an understatement. I was ready for the weekend and a chance to unwind, but I had to make it through today first. I had 10 new laptops ready to distribute. Nate would handle 8 of them, and I’d take care of the others. I had the rest of my employees on other tasks today.

Later on that day, I had my two laptops up and running and their users back in business in a reasonable amount of time. When I came back to the department to decommission the old units, Nate was waiting for me.

“Hey, Mel. I got most of mine done with no issues, but this one dude…he was an asshole about it. He’s some manager on the 3rd floor, a Mr. Scott Arnold. He says he doesn’t have time to swap out laptops.” Nate informed me.

“And you let him slide?! Nate?! This guy can’t be bigger than you?” I joked, but Nate was rather imposing.

“Yo, I need this job, alright. I can’t be snappin’ on a dude when he gives me attitude. I don’t have that kind of pull around here. That’s why you make the big bucks!” He chuckled.

I decided to pay Mr. Arnold a visit.

I knocked on the door to his office and didn’t get a reply, so I knocked again. I finally heard him yell “come in” with an annoyed tone to voice. His demeanor changed when he saw me.

“Well, hello! What can I do for you?!” Trying to be charming.

“I’m here to swap out your laptop. We are…” I tried explaining before he interrupted me. His fake, nice guy attitude vanished.

“Listen, Miss…whoever you are, I don’t have time to deal with this. I’m very busy.” He said.

“It’s Melanie Tucker, and I’m the head of I.T.” I informed him. “Everyone is getting new laptops. EVERYone.”

“Well, my dear, I’m sorry but I left mine at home. How forgetful of me.” He stated with a sarcastic tone.

“Then who’s computer is that?” I asked, pointing to a laptop under a pile of papers.

Just then we were interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Scotty!” The voice, attached to a pretty blonde, called out.

“It’s her’s…isn’t it Stephanie?” He said sternly. “You must have left your computer in here after our meeting…didn’t you?” He shot her a very piercing look.

“Oh! There it is! How silly of me!” She said. “Scotty, do you still have the conference this weekend?”

“Yes. I’m leaving in about an hour and I’ll be gone until late Monday.” He said. “Maybe I’ll remember my computer on Tuesday. Now, Miss Tucker…if you’ll excuse us, I have a few things to discuss with Ms. Weaver.”

I returned to my department and made a note to remind myself to go visit “Scotty” again. Nate was right, he was a fucking asshole.

The rest of the day was smooth and uneventful. I logged off and left for the weekend. Do I even need to mention where I was going?

I walked into The Capitol records store and was instantly greeted by Matt.

“Mel?” He asked me, more of a confirmation actually.

“I’m supposed to give you this. I have explicit instructions to pass along as well. Do not, and I repeat, DO NOT call. Only text.” He was adamant about the last part.

It was a phone number on the back of a record store business card. It wasn’t just any number though, it was Erin’s. My heart fluttered a bit. I was trying to not get my hopes up, but I saw this as a good thing. I thanked Matt and went straight home. The gym could wait.

Hey! It’s Mel. Is everything ok? I sent my message and waited, and waited. 15 minutes passed and I finally saw the 3 little bouncing dots.

I’m fine. Want to get together later? She texted back.

Yes. I can meet you somewhere or we can hang out at my place? I sent back.

Your place would be great! Was her answer.

I texted her my address and we arranged to meet at 7:00pm. I had about an hour and a half to get ready. I had beer, wine, and various liquor on hand. I changed into something a bit more casual and waited. I turned on my stereo and cued up some J Dilla instrumentals to chill to while I waited. I grabbed an IPA to drink as well.

At 7:00pm on the dot, my doorbell rang. A rush of excitement surged through me as I went to answer the door. When I opened the door, Erin greeted me with a huge smile and a warm hug. It felt so wonderful to put my arms around her. She smelled of flowers and fruit and felt so soft and delicate.I invited her in and offered her a drink. She noticed my beer and chose one as well. I asked if she was hungry and she told me she was starving. We both agreed that pizza really sounded good, so I placed the order and waited for the delivery.

Erin complimented me on my choice of music and I found out that she was a bit of a hip hop head herself. We discussed music until the pizza arrived. It was wonderful getting to know Erin and I was beginning to feel so comfortable around her. She seemed to exude positive energy, and she was also very nice to look at. We ate and drank a bit more, but I wanted to get to know more about this lovely woman.

“Since we never had a chance to finish our conversation at the coffee shop, let’s pick up where we started. First off though, is everything ok? You looked frightened when you read that text while we were at the coffee shop.” I asked.

“Oh, yeah. Thanks for your concern, but don’t worry about that. So… our conversation… where were we?” She replied, almost as if she wanted to change the subject. Maybe it was truly just nothing.

“I want to know about you!” I said excitedly.

“Ok, well…I’m Erin Parker, 24 years old, NOT 17!…sorry about that! Anyway, I’m a graphic designer for the Diabolic Design House. We work with clients all over the world. I designed the logo for Matt’s record store as gift for him. He’s been a friend for a long time and I wanted to help him out. That’s why I’m at the store. I help out while he’s getting the business up and running. It’s been a better experience than I had thought it would be.” She explained with emphasis on the last statement.

“Interesting! Tell me about the blue hair and those tattoos, which I simply adore by the way!” I inquired.

“Well, the blue hair is just…I don’t know…my way of having fun I guess. I’m artistic, I like to express myself in various ways, and blue is my favorite color. I think it looks cute too! My tats are from a very talented local artist. I met her when she hired us to come up with the branding for her studio. Her and I came up with these fun, colorful, abstract pieces that cover my arms. I love them!” She explained.

“It’s your turn now. Tell me all about Mel!” She enthusiastically stated.

“I’m Melanie Tucker. I’m 28, and I’m head of I.T. for GlobalCom US. We’re a financial management and global banking corporation.” I explained.

“Yeah…I’m…familiar with that company.” Erin added.

“Oh! Did you do some design work for us?!” I inquired.

“Mmm hmm.” She mumbled as I caught her in the middle of talking a drink.

“Cool, you’ll have to show me sometime! Ok, I don’t get to have cool hair or exposed tattoos at my job. It’s a very stuck up and proper corporate gig. It pays really good though and it keeps me busy. What else…so…I’m single, never married, and I’m a lesbian…which I have a feeling you might have figured out and are ok with.” I said with a grin before continuing. “Erin, are you currently with anyone?” I had to ask before I got too deep into this with her.

Erin looked away for a moment before speaking. “First off, I’m bi… and…my situation is…complicated. I’m…I’m, open to new possibilities though.”

Ok. This might be interesting. New possibilities? Complicated? Hmm…I’m too infatuated at this point to back out.

“Mel, I really liked when you kissed me. I have to admit that I was really hoping that it would eventually happen, but I didn’t expect it at that particular moment.” Her confession gave me butterflies in my tummy.

“When I first saw you at the record store…damn. You’re beautiful, Erin. I absolutely adore your blue hair, your tattoos… you are just…you’re gorgeous and I’ve thought about you a lot since that day. I’ve wanted to get to know you ever since.” I confided.

“Since we’re being honest, I noticed you as I was coming down the stairs that day. I thought you were extremely attractive. Your fiery red hair, your curvy, fit body… then I saw your cute dusting of freckles as I got closer…I felt the same way you described. I knew something was up when you came in the next day. I was very excited when you did.” Erin definitely had my heart pounding.

We had both moved closer together as we had conversed, and our bodies were almost touching at this point. We had only been silent for a few seconds, but her eyes had communicated so much in that fraction of time. I leaned my head towards hers and our lips gently met. Our kiss set off fireworks in my body. Her lips were so soft and wet and they felt like they belonged against mine. She tasted like raspberries which only made me want to kiss her more and more. Our kissing became more intense, our tongues sliding between our lips and circling around, our hands gently exploring each other’s bodies.

I cupped Erin’s face and I kissed her deeply, her hands found the bottom of my shirt and tugged up on it. I released my hands from her face and let her take my shirt off.

“Cute bra, but I really want to see it tossed on the floor.” Erin said softly. I was glad I put on a sexy set of underwear, even if I wouldn’t be wearing it for very long.

I gripped the front clasp and popped it loose. I paused for a moment to tease Erin a bit, then I slowly revealed my breasts to her. Erin’s face lit up with a smile and she quickly pulled her shirt off. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, and dropped it on the floor. Her breasts were perfect, smaller than mine, but very perky and her nipples and areola were a light pink.

She kissed me again and our naked breasts touched. The feeling of her hard nipples and soft breasts pressing into mine was exciting. It had been far too long since I had felt another woman’s skin against my own. I reached between us and cupped her breasts in my hands, gently rubbing and squeezing them, which elicited soft moans from Erin. I pinched her nipples which caused her to giggle.

“Oh fuck…that’s wonderful!” She softly spoke.

“I want you in my bed…please.” I urged.

Erin stood and helped me from the couch. I took the lead and pulled her to my bedroom. She gave my ass a little pat along the way.

Once we entered my room, I spun her around and collapsed on to the bed on top of her. I licked her nipples as her fingers tweaked mine. Her touch sent pulses straight to my already wet pussy. I kissed down her body until I reached her shorts. They were very short and didn’t leave much to the imagination, but I had to see more.

I pulled the button on her shorts and slowly unzipped the fly. Erin watched me intently with a sly smile, she had her index finger held between her teeth and she looked so sexy as she waited for me to unwrap her.

I tugged her tiny shorts down and kissed her thighs as I pulled them lower. I sat up and removed her shorts, tossing them across the room. I laid back down between her legs and kissed around her thighs and onto her panty covered mound. The fabric was very soft and lacy and I could smell her arousal, which was driving me mad with desire. As I kissed I noticed something that immediately sparked my interest. I stopped and stared at her covered sex and then glanced up at her face.

“Go on…see what I did for you.” She said so seductively.

Was I really seeing what I thought I was seeing? I pulled her panties away and as I pulled them lower, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.

Her pussy was completely bare, except for the tiny patch of blue pubic hair on the swell of her mound. It was so beautiful that I wanted to cry.

“Do you like it?” She asked hesitantly.

“Yes…”I whispered. “It’s beautiful…and so fucking sexy.”

“I thought you’d enjoy it.” She replied.

I kissed her bush before nuzzling my cheek against it. Her butter soft skin, her surprisingly soft hair, and her rousing scent had me salivating in anticipation of tasting her for the first time. I yanked her panties off and kissed her pouty pussy lips then spread them with my tongue. Her nectar was tangy with a hint of sweetness and once I had the taste of her on my tongue, I had to have more. I stuck my tongue into her depths, lapping at her juices as she grasped the sheets while uttering beautiful, explicit encouragement.

“Oh fuck! That feels so fucking good! Oh yes…fuck…you make my pussy so fucking wet…please…don’t…oh…don’t stop…” her voice was trembling as I slithered my tongue over her clit.