“I’ll get DoorDash working on that cheeseburger and fries,” she said.
“And vanilla shake,” Vanessa whispered.
“Right,” Megan giggled again. “And vanilla shake.”
“But wait!” Vanessa gasped.
Megan came back and sat beside her.
“What?”
“I need to taste you,” Vanessa said. “I know how wet you must be. I’ve been dying to taste you. Please.”
Vanessa saw desire overtake Megan’s features.
“Fuck, I need you to,” she said, standing again and quickly taking off those sexy slacks, along with her underwear. When she did, the muskiness of Megan’s arousal penetrated Vanessa’s nostrils and made her groan in anticipation.
Megan returned to the bed and straddled Vanessa, who felt Megan’s dampness on her stomach. Megan then raised her hips and moved upwards along Vanessa’s body until her center was positioned right above Vanessa’s face.
“Oh my God,” Vanessa moaned. Megan was soaked. Her upper thighs were slick and shiny with wetness and as she hovered her pussy above Vanessa’s mouth, strings of her come were dripping out of her folds. Vanessa reached out her tongue to catch them, letting the liquid slide down her throat. It tasted divine.
“Megan, please,” Vanessa begged, reaching up and taking hold of Megan’s hips.
Holding onto the headboard, Megan slowly lowered herself down until Vanessa could lick, penetrate and suck properly.
Vanessa tightened her grip on Megan’s hips. She wasn’t going to let her go until she got what she wanted.
Megan’s screams of pleasure as she climaxed and then climaxed again were probably heard out on the street.
***
When Sunday came, Vanessa emerged slowly from a deep sleep and stretched.
Day off!
She opened her eyes to look at the clock on the bedside table, knowing what it would tell her. And, yep, she was right.
5:43 a.m.
Owning a coffeeshop meant Vanessa’s body had become programmed to wake her up early on any given morning, even on the mornings she didn’t need to wake up early, so it was not unexpected that her clock was showing such an ungodly time. But because it was Sunday, Vanessa was now able to ignore the clock and close her eyes again.
She became aware of Megan’s arm around her waist and the other woman’s soft snoring. By turning her head slightly to her left, Vanessa was able to bury her nose in Megan’s ruffled hair and sniff the coconut-scented conditioner Megan used.
It was her day off and Megan was here with her.
And they could sleep in.
Vanessa smiled contentedly, placed her hand gently on Megan’s arm and drifted off back to sleep.
When she woke up the second time, the clock told her it was almost nine.
That’s more like it.
She frowned, though, when she realized she was in bed alone.
Getting up, she spent time in the bathroom freshening up before dressing in her favorite day-off clothes: old skater shorts that used to be red but were now more of a pale pink and an equally old Doctor Who t-shirt with a faded image of a Dalek on the front. She also pulled on a pair of green fuzzy socks and then left the bedroom.
“Hey!” Megan greeted her in the living room. Vanessa found her on the couch, reading on her Kindle, dressed much like herself in old shorts and a tee.