by Jamie Conner
"Now be a good girl and make sure none of it spills or else I'll have to lick it up with my tongue."
Brandi's mind went in a million different directions at once. What if she wasn't a good girl? The threat was enticing.
Megan slipped off her own clothes and then crawled on to the bed on top of Brandi.
"Now, were you the naughty girl who made me cum while I was trying to cook?" Megan asked as she hovered over Brandi.
Suddenly Brandi had a thought. The Rachel Durand novels. They were all well written historical fiction books, but they also had really hot love scenes! Was this side of Megan she was now encountering something that she only released in her writing? Brandi couldn't hold back a smile at the thought.
"Yeah. That was me who made you cum. So what are you going to do about it?"
A huge smile erupted across Megan's face. She looked down at Brandi like she was a mouse who'd just realized the cat wanted to play. She didn't speak, but simply unscrewed the cap off the jam and held the jar over Brandi's body. There was a twinkle in her eye.
Brandi already knew the jam was still warm, but it wasn't until Megan tipped the jar that she realized the jam hadn't set yet and could therefore be poured out of the jar. She sucked in her breath quickly as the warm liquid touched her skin and began to run across her stomach.
Megan made a trail down Brandi's body being sure to let the thick liquid pool in her belly button and then between her legs. The heat was driving Brandi crazy.
"Please, Megan. Don't you want to taste it yet?"
As if on command, Megan lowered her head to Brandi's body. She traced circles around Brandi's breasts with her tongue making sure to suck each one vigorously to clean away any traces of jam. Then she made her way south, following the sweet sticky trail. She lapped at Brandi's belly button with her tongue making sure to look up and catch Brandi's gaze as she consumed the jam.
It took every thing Brandi had not to push Megan's head down to the flame between her legs — but the torture was too sweet to rush.
Megan slowly inched toward Brandi's pussy. When she reached the spot between Brandi's legs she moved her tongue even slower than she had before. She licked with tiny flicks of her tongue.
"Oh, please Megan," Brandi finally said begging. "Please, I need to feel you there."
Megan lifted her head and crawled back up Brandi's body until they were face to face again. She lowered her lips to Brandi's and began to kiss her passionately. When Brandi moved her arms to embrace Megan, Megan reached out and pinned her arms to the bed.
"Ah, ah, ah. Didn't I tell you no touching until I finished my work?"
Brandi bit her lip and kept her arms still. Megan gave her another peck on the lips and then moved back to her position between Brandi's legs. She buried her face into Brandi's pussy and began to lick and suck moaning her obvious approval of the taste combination of the jam and Brandi's own juices. Brandi could feel an orgasm rising inside. Suddenly Megan latched onto her clit and began to nibble and suck the same way Brandi had done with the strawberries earlier. She was copying every move that Brandi had tormented her with.
"Oh, Megan!" Brandi cried out as the feeling of being sucked took her to the edge of passion and she came.
"If your love scenes are anything like that," Brandi said when she'd finally caught her breath. "Then your book is going to be a best seller."
Megan only giggled and snuggled her body close to Brandi's for another kiss.
Chapter 13
Megan lifted the last crate of jam off the kitchen counter and carried it out to Brandi's car.
"Well, that's it," she said as she handed the crate to Brandi who placed it in the trunk with the others. "Fifty jars of Mrs. Leroux's Strawberry Jam. Are you ready to hit the market?"
"I sure am," Brandi said. "Although I wish we could spend a little more time alone today." She eased her arm around Megan's waist and leaned in for a kiss.
"Stop being so greedy," Megan joked. "Other people might like to eat some jam too."
Brandi blushed at Megan's reference to the jam tasting encounter during their first night together. Since then Megan and Brandi had spent much of the past 24 hrs in bed with the exception of the short walk they'd taken to the beach yesterday afternoon.
"Fine," Brandi said sticking her lip out in a pout. "But after we sell all this jam I'm going to be looking for some compensation for my efforts."
"Ha!" Megan chortled. "I thought you were helping me out of the goodness of your heart."
"I was," Brandi said with a slight smirk on her face. "Until I found out how good you were at kissing — and other stuff." She winked at Megan. "Now I want payment for all my services that way!"
Megan couldn't help but laugh. She'd more than enjoyed their time together too and truth be told she was wondering how she was going to spend a whole day with Brandi at her side without being able to kiss her.
"Alright. Let's get going," Brandi finally said. "If I stand here any longer I'm going to be tempted to carry you back inside."
The two women drove to the parking lot just outside St. Amelia's main square.
"Are you sure you can get the crates without me?" Brandi asked.
"Yeah. You go back to your room and change clothes. Gerard said he'd meet me here at nine with a table. He can help me get the other stuff out of the car."
"Okay," Brandi said and pecked Megan on the lips. "I'll see you in a few minutes."
Megan watched Brandi walk away admiring the way her body filled out the t-shirt and shorts she'd borrowed from Megan. She doubted that her clothes ever looked that good on her own body.
"Good morning!"
Gerard's greeting pulled Megan's thoughts way from Brandi.
"Good morning, Gerard. How are you? How's Mrs. Leroux?"
"I'm doing very well, thank you and as soon as I get you set up in the market I'll be heading over to the hospital to drive Mrs. Leroux and Alfred back to her house."
"I'm so glad she's finally getting out of there," Megan said with genuine relief.
"Trust me, no one is happier about her departure than she is. Except maybe the nurses who've had to listen to her complain about the bad food for the past three days."
The two of them laughed and then got to work unloading the car. On their first of several trips, Gerard introduced Megan to the two women who had vending tables on either side of Mrs. Leroux's usual spot.
"Mrs. Bertrand. Mrs. Roche. This is Megan Garrett. The young woman I told you about who'll be selling Mrs. Leroux's jam today."
"Ah! It's so good to meet you," Mrs. Bertrand said as she stepped from behind her table and wrapped her arms around Megan tightly.
"It's very nice for you to help our friend," Mrs. Roche said.
"It's my pleasure," Megan said after Mrs. Bertrand finally released her from the bear hug. "Mrs. Leroux has done a lot to help me. Selling her jam today is the least I can do to thank her."
"Well, ladies, I'm off to the hospital," Gerard said as he placed the last crate of jam on the table he'd already set up. "Have a good day."
Megan waved as Gerard walked away.
She chatted with the other two women as she neatly arranged Mrs. Leroux's jam on the table, decorating the empty spaces between the jars with baskets of fresh strawberries. Megan soon found out that the three women had been friends for a number of years and like to set up their tables close to each other not only because what they sold complemented each other but also so they could talk in between handling customers. Mrs. Bertrand had a table filled with bread and pastries and Mrs. Roche sold homemade cheese.
The three women chatted as they set up their wares.
"So Gerard says you'll be with us all summer," Mrs. Bertrand said as she inspected one of the jars of jam on Megan's table.
"Yes. I'm working on a novel and Mrs. Leroux is letting me stay in the cottage on her property.
Megan thought she saw the two women exchange a quick look.
"That's good to hear," Mrs. Roche
said. "It's good for Beatrice to have some company up there. She's not quite been herself since Rachel died."
Mrs. Bertrand made the sign of the cross over her chest.
"Oh, did you ladies know Rachel Durand too?"
"Not as well as Beatrice did," Mrs. Bertrand said placing the jam jar back on the table with a nod of approval. "But we were all friends."
"I used to travel in an orchestra with Beatrice when we were much younger. Of course, that was after her husband passed away and Alfred went off to boarding school," Mrs. Roche said. "We had some grand adventures the two of us!"
For a moment Megan stared at Mrs. Roche trying to figure out if she might have been the woman in the picture beside Mrs. Leroux's bed, but this woman's face was much rounder than the woman in the picture.
Just then Brandi walked up wearing a bright orange sundress and an even brighter smile. She looked absolutely radiant and for a moment Megan couldn't speak.
"I'm Mrs. Bertrand," the woman said holding out her hand as Megan stood silent.
"Oh, I'm sorry ladies. This is my friend Brandi. Brandi, this is Mrs. Bertrand and Mrs. Roche."
Megan thought she caught another glance between the two women, but before she could register what it meant Brandi had stepped up to each of their tables fawning over their food items.
"Oh, my! All of this looks and smells wonderful!"
A look of pride washed across each of the women's faces.
"Let's have a little breakfast, yes?" Mrs. Roche suggested.
She turned and for the first time, Megan noticed a small portable coffee maker plugged into an extension cord behind her. Mrs. Bertrand pulled out some paper plates and before Megan knew it the four of them were munching on fresh bread with jam, cheese, and hot rich coffee.
This is the life, Megan thought to herself and she glanced at the three women around her and then out into the square where several other communal meals were also happening. The whole scene had a wonderful familial feel to it. It was like the whole village was one big family. No wonder Mrs. Leroux didn't want to hear her son's talk about possibly selling her house. Megan couldn't imagine ever wanting to leave St. Amelia.
By eleven o'clock the tourists began streaming in and by three Megan and Brandi had sold all but six jars of jam.
"Wow! We did it!" Megan said as she looked over at Brandi with a smile.
"Yep. We sure did. Maybe we should think about going into the jam making business together?" Brandi laughed.
"Absolutely not! Don't get me wrong, it's been fun working with you but if I never see another strawberry again I won't be upset."
Brandi let her face fall into a playful pout.
"Really?" she said. She stepped closer to Megan so the women on either side couldn't hear her. "I was thinking about what it would be like to feed you chocolate-covered strawberries in bed tonight."
Brandi plucked a strawberry from one of the decorative baskets on the display table and touched it to Megan's lips. She looked into Megan's eyes longingly and then watched as Megan wrapped her lips around the small piece of fruit and bit down. Red sticky juice ran down Brandi's hand.
Megan didn't say anything, but she hoped Brandi could read the smoldering in her eyes well enough to know that they were sharing some similar thoughts.
"Well, it looks like you two have done pretty well today."
Gerard's voice interrupted their silent communication.
"You bet we did!" Megan said enthusiastically as she turned to greet him. "I think Mrs. Leroux will be very pleased."
"I'm sure she will," Gerard said. "I'm just coming from her house. Alfred is there with her trying to get her to take a nap. I don't think he's going to have much success though. When I left he was fighting to keep her out of the kitchen. He asked me to stop by and give you this."
Gerard handed Megan an envelope. When she opened it there was a computer printed gift certificate for dinner for two at La Maison de Amelia restaurant. Megan read the hand-written note at the bottom.
"Dear Megan and Brandi, I don't know how to thank you enough for all that you've done for my mother. Please accept this as a small token of my appreciation."
"Looks like we're having a night out!"
"Or maybe a night in," Brandi whispered. "I think a little room service might be in order after a day selling jam."
***
Brandi's eyelids fluttered as rays of sunlight peeked through the hotel curtains and fell across her face. She didn't know what time it was, but she felt rested, happy and satiated from both the wonderful meal they had delivered to their room and from the hours of lovemaking they'd done afterward.
Brandi couldn't help but wonder what her life might have been like if she and Megan had actually become more than friends all those years ago. Would they still have been together now or was it better that they'd only gotten together at this point in their lives? Those thoughts were still rumbling around in her brain as she turned over and reached out for Megan lying next to her. To her surprise, Megan wasn't there. That's when she heard the tapping sound coming from the other room.
Brandi wasn't really ready to get out of bed, but her curiosity got the best of her. She pulled the sheet off the bed, wrapped it around her body and followed the rhythmic noise into the other room.
There she found Megan sitting on the couch with Brandi's laptop in her lap staring at the screen. She was so focused that she didn't even hear Brandi walk into the room. Brandi just stood there and watched her. Megan was biting her nails and staring at the keyboard but not typing.
Brandi glanced around the room. Megan must have been up working for quite a while. The coffee carafe and an empty crumb-filled plate sitting on the coffee table was evidence of another room service delivery.
"When I woke up in bed alone I thought maybe you had run away," Brandi finally said jokingly.
Megan turned toward her and smiled.
"You can't run me off that easily," she said with a laugh.
Brandi walked over to the couch, leaned over and kissed Megan passionately.
"Mmmm," Megan moaned. "That's exactly what I needed. I'm trying to finish a chapter with a hot love scene, but I seem to have writer's block."
"So, you're telling me my kisses are inspiring?" Brandi teased as she sat down on the couch and buried her head in Megan's neck.
"You are absolutely inspirational!" Megan giggled.
She let her head fall to one side giving Brandi more access to places to kiss.
"Well, I hope I'm not disturbing your creativity, but you have no idea how sexy it is to watch you work."
"Really?" Megan said coyly. "I'm glad you enjoyed the view, but I'm not sure how much creativity is happening at the moment."
"Oh, we can't have that," Brandi said with a laugh. "Maybe you just need a little more inspiration."
With that, Brandi dropped to her knees, pushed the coffee table away from the couch and positioned herself in front of Megan.
"Let's see if I can unblock whatever's got you stuck," Brandi said as she eased Megan's legs apart and then pulled Megan's body closer to the edge of the couch. She reached up and parted the folds of Megan's robe. With one hand she began softly pinching Megan's nipple while the other traced Megan's thighs.
Brandi kissed her way up Megan's thighs inhaling the warm sweet smell between her legs. Brandi kissed the outer lips of Megan's pussy and then started flicking her tongue up and down Megan's slit.
"Oh, yes," Megan said as her hips began to move in rhythm with Brandi's tongue. "Yes, this is exactly what I need."
The passion in Megan's voice excited Brandi even more and she thrust her face deeper between Megan's legs. Brandi's shoulders were level with the couch so she grabbed Megan's ankles and lifted Megan's legs onto her shoulders giving her even better access to her wet center.
The smell of her was intoxicating and Brandi hungrily increased the pressure of her tongue between Megan's lips. She could feel Megan's body begin to tremble under the pressure of the const
ant attention to her clit.
Brandi smiled to herself as she felt Megan's hands winding in her hair and pushing her head further into Megan's pussy in rhythm with her hip movements.
Brandi wanted to give Megan something even more pleasurable to write about so while she used her tongue to play with Megan's clit she brought one hand up and inserted one, then two, then three of her fingers into her wet center.
"Oh, yes!" Megan moaned as Brandi thrust her fingers inside of her.
Brandi wanted to yell "Cum for me baby," but she didn't want to move her lips away from Megan's luscious center. Instead, she put all the passion she was feeling into the movement of her lips.
Megan came in a flurry of shivers and her head rocked back and forth as the pleasure washed through her body.
"Now, I hope that gives you a little something to write about," Brandi said as she climbed back onto the couch from the floor.
Megan opened her eyes and reached for Brandi pulling Brandi's body on top of her own.
"I think I'm going to need a little more inspiration to get me through the next chapter," she giggled.
"All you had to do was ask," Brandi said with a lusty voice as she let the full weight of her body descend onto Megan. "You just tell me when you're ready to start writing again. Until then I'm going to make myself at home right here."
Brandi brought her lips to Megan's with no intention of stopping until the woman beneath her was fully inspired.
Chapter 14
It was after 4 pm when Megan finally walked back to her cottage from the hotel. She'd gotten a little more writing done — after being thoroughly inspired by Brandi — so they'd decided to celebrate by driving to a nearby town to check out the nightlife. That was until Mrs. Leroux saw Megan walking past her house and insisted that she and Brandi come over for dinner.
There was no way for Megan to say no. Besides she really wanted to spend some time with Mrs. Leroux now that she was home from the hospital.
Megan used Mrs. Leroux's phone to call Brandi and extend the invitation. Fortunately, Brandi didn't seem at all upset about missing a night of club hopping. Now the two of them we sitting at Mrs. Leroux's dining room table trying to keep up with the vast amount of food she kept bringing out of her kitchen.
