Chapter 2

She gasped when she felt Paige’s hands heft her bare breasts. She gasped again, then gripped Paige’s head in her hands, holding Paige’s head to her left breast.

Paige’s mouth was warm and wet. Paige’s tongue was soft, slow, deliberate, sending delicious tremors through Gracie’s body.

“Oh,” Gracie gasped out as she felt Paige’s fingers at the zipper of her slacks.

“This all right? You okay?” Paige softly asked as she kept Gracie’s slacks from sliding down by holding onto the zipper’s tab.

“I, yeah,” Gracie stammered, warm brown eyes wide.

“You sure?” Paige asked, her free hand travelling up along Gracie’s belly.

“I, I, yeah, yes,” Gracie agreed.

Paige kissed Gracie, her free hand now fondling Gracie’s right breast. Gently, she urged Gracie to sit at the edge of the second bed in the room. Paige sat next to Gracie, arms again holding the blonde.

Her shoes were on the floor at the edge of the bed. Her work slacks and skimpy panties lay on top of her uniform blouse and cheap vinyl jacket. She and Paige lay on top of the cheap polyester bedspread, naked limbs entwined.

“Still okay?” Paige asked, fingers combing through Gracie’s long blonde hair.

“Uh huh,” Gracie whispered, initiating a deliberate kiss.

She combed her fingers through Paige’s thick blonde hair. She then trailed her fingers down over Paige’s throat, to Paige’s beautiful pierced nipples.

“Oh, oh yes!” Paige hissed out as Gracie lightly tugged at the jewelry.

Gracie again kissed Paige’s beautiful mouth before bending her head and licking Paige’s breast. She could taste the lotion, the motel’s cheap soap, the metallic taste of the nipple ring. Playfully, Gracie grasped the ring in her teeth and made a low growling sound.

Paige’s hands cradled Gracie’s head against her breast. Gracie released the nipple ring and blindly searched for Paige’s other nipple, other nipple ring.

Gracie gasped out; Paige’s fingers were now running up and down Gracie’s very wet slit. Paige’s fingers dipped inside of Gracie’s wet folds and her thumb mashed against Gracie’s clitoris.

“I, oh, oh GOD!” Gracie squealed in her sudden climax.

Her first taste of another woman was heavenly. Paige had a small landing strip of blonde curls framing her pretty slit. Her inner lips protruded, slick with her excitement. The motel’s inadequate lamp did not allow Gracie much of a sight of her lover’s pussy as she knelt between Paige’s splayed legs. She did take a small moment to enjoy the sight of Paige’s pretty pussy, the plump pubic mound, the light fringe of straw colored curls, the shiny wet lips.

The smell was of musk, a good, heady aroma. The taste was addictive from the moment Gracie swiped her tongue along Paige’s lips.

Using fingers and tongue, Gracie coaxed a loud orgasm from Paige. Emboldened by her success, Gracie continued pleasuring Paige until Paige gently pushed Gracie’s head away, begging for relief.

Gracie came to, confused, groggy. This was not her lumpy old bed that had trapped the odors of cooking oil deep within the fibers. The pillow was not the misshapen foam rubber pillow she kept meaning to swap out.

Then she heard it; the steady, methodical tapping of keys.

Looking over at the motel’s very small table, Gracie saw the beautiful Paige, sitting naked at the table, typing into a laptop. She stared at the woman until she realized she needed to urinate. The need to urinate had been what had roused her, not the clicking of Paige typing at her laptop.

“Hey,” Paige whispered as Gracie wiggled out of the bed. “Be finished in just a minute.”

“Take your time,” Gracie assured her as she scampered to the bathroom.

Paige was true to her word; she was finished when Gracie came out of the bathroom. With soft kisses and gentle caresses, Paige pulled Gracie back into the bed. With several more kisses and touches, Paige maneuvered them into a side by side sixty nine position.

After both had brought the other to climax, they wiggled under the blanket and flat sheet and cuddled together.

Showering together in the morning took quite a while; both blondes were intent on making sure the other woman was squeaky clean. Gracie availed herself of the small bottle of mouthwash the motel provided; she apologized to Paige and Paige smiled and shrugged.

“But, you, you plan on doing this again?” Paige said. “Might want to get a small toothbrush and carry it around in your purse.”

“Yeah, I plan on doing this again,” Gracie assured Paige, touching Paige’s beautiful face softly.

“I, oh, oh Gracie,” Paige sighed, pausing in brushing her long hair.

“What?” Gracie asked, a heavy knot suddenly forming in her gut.

“Baby, you, God! You are gorgeous,” Paige said gently. “And what we did? It was beautiful, just so beautiful. But Baby? I, I’m leaving, checking out this morning. I need to be in Lowridge, Texas in three days. We’re looking at acquiring a Mexican restaurant, possibly turning it into a franchise.”

“I, but, but, what, what we did,” Gracie stammered.

“What we did was beautiful. It was special, so, so special,” Paige whispered, softly kissing Gracie’s lips. “I will always treasure our time together. I mean that. But…”

Paige held Gracie while Gracie sobbed, heartbroken. Paige whispered soothing words as she combed her fingers through Gracie’s hair, rubbed her back and shoulders.

Tears dried, they dressed. With one last look around, Paige wheeled her suitcase out of the room. A silent Gracie kept pace with her. The clerk wished them a pleasant day as Paige guided Gracie to the small foyer, to the small Continental breakfast in the room.

“Hey, I’m paying for it; might as well enjoy it, hmm?” Paige said as she grabbed two large cinnamon rolls to go with her cup of coffee.

“Yeah,” Gracie agreed, availing herself of one of the maple sugar doughnuts.

At ten thirty, Gracie and Paige entered the rear of the restaurant. Gracie clocked in, glancing at the schedule again, hoping perhaps she’d been given more hours. She let out a sigh as she read the minimal hours she’d been afforded for this pay cycle.

Behind her, Paige was telling Griff that she appreciated the opportunity but… Gracie tuned out Paige’s professional delivery and Griff’s angry retort as she checked the second daily schedule sheet to see what station she’d be handling that day.

“You!” a loud voice snapped as the rear door slammed open.

“Un, Uncle Ronnie,” Griff stammered as Ronald Griffin stormed into his restaurant.

“You stupid, ignorant, bloated jackass!” Ronnie thundered, grabbing his sister’s kid by the throat.

“ACK!” Griff gasped, feet dangling off of the floor as Ronald Griffin hoisted him by the throat.

“Because of you, because of your idiotic sexual harassment, not only am I losing an extremely important investor, I’m being sued for several workplace violations,” Ronnie screamed, his nose millimeters away from Griff’s terrified face. “Did you really? Did you really tell a girl she’d get better hours if she would fuck you?”

“I, uh,” Griff stammered.

“And paid her less than what you’re paying everyone else?” Ronnie screamed. “This? This is what I poured my money in to? Just so that you could get it taken away from me? Over your little dick?”

Ronnie shoved Griff toward the door. Griff staggered, then tripped when his feet finally hit the concrete floor.

“Who in the fuck is, you! Are you Gracie?” Ronnie snarled, pointing at Paige.

“No, no sir,” Paige said, not intimidated by the large man’s anger.

“I, Mr. Griffin, I’m Gracie,” Gracie stammered, voice barely above a whisper.

“Ms. Kennedy, I’m sorry,” Ronnie said, losing his gruff edge. “I really, I am so terribly sorry. I honestly had no idea you were, I had no idea any of my employees were being treated this way. I, I will set this right.”

Paige kissed Gracie softly on the lips. With a hand squeeze to Gracie’s trembling hand, Paige left the rear of Mama Yung’s Chinese Restaurant.

Gracie worked the rest of the day in a daze. Robin Nguyen, the former assistant manager had been promoted to manager and Gracie had been promoted from part-time to assistant manager. Along with the promotion, she was now making seventeen dollars an hour. She knew there was very little chance of Robin ever harassing her, making unwanted sexual advances; the effeminate man wore his black hair in a bouffant. And Mr. Griffin said he would go back and restore Gracie’s missed pay. Even after all the withholdings, the check should be around five hundred dollars.

“Ooh! Maybe, maybe I can get my nipples pierced,” Gracie thought as the bus rumbled and groaned up a steep incline.

“No, Gracie. Maybe you can get a good mattress instead of that piece of shit your aunt gave you,” Gracie said, pushing the bar, alerting the driver that she wished to get off at the next stop.

“And now that you making seventeen an hour? Finally get your own place,” Gracie thought as she walked the two blocks from bust stop to her duplex.

“But I like my duplex,” Gracie thought. “Just don’t like…”

Twisting the key in the lock, Gracie said, “That’s not true. You’re just tired of always fighting, always bickering.”

“And maybe now that you’re making more money?” Gracie mused, stepping into the warm living room of the unit, smelling something that Shannon was cooking.

“Oh my God! Where, where have you been?” Shannon shrilled, grabbing Gracie in a fierce hug. “I been calling and calling and that asshole Blaine’s been dropping by every ten minutes. I swear to God, that, I, I cannot stand that asshole but…”

Gracie realized two things, three things in that moment. One; she’d been so caught up in her moments with Paige, she’d forgotten to take her phone off of the ‘DND’ mode. Two; Shannon was not a bitch. Shannon was not the cause of the friction between the two former best friends. And, three; Blaine Thornsen was history. Gracie Kennedy would no longer be able to hide, to shove aside her true feelings one minute longer.

“I, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Gracie said, a tear beginning to slide down her cheek as she clung onto Shannon. “Shannon, I, I didn’t mean to make you worry.”

“Worry? God, I, I was losing my mind and you wouldn’t even answer your phone,” Shannon babbled, still clutching Gracie fiercely.

Gracie kissed Shannon, directly on the lips. Shannon froze as Gracie’s lips touched hers. Gracie pulled back and stared into Shannon’s deep brown eyes.

“This, is this okay?” Gracie whispered, fingers combing through Shannon’s ankle length brown hair. “This okay? You okay?”

“Oh! Oh yeah, oh yeah this is okay,” Shannon husked, kissing Gracie passionately.

**Author’s Notes: I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment. I thank you sincerely for reading my stories.

I especially thank those that take the time to leave comments, good and bad. I also thank those that take the time to rate my words, those that ‘Favorite’ my works.

Gracie Kennedy is a minor character from ‘He Who Dares To Bare His Heart’ in the First Time category.

Jennsen Lainne is a primary character in ‘Ire’ in the Loving Wives category.

Robin Nguyen, the new manager of Mama Yung’s Chinese Restaurant is a primary character in ‘Zack’s Toys’ in the Gay Male category.

Blaine Thornsen, Gracie’s boyfriend, former boyfriend is a minor character in ‘He Who Dares To Bare His Heart’ in the First Time category.

Have a swell day. And some of you, have a swollen day.