A Sapphic Affair

by Cammie Cummins

  A SAPPHIC AFFAIR

  Cammie Cummins

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  A SAPPHIC AFFAIR

  Published by Cammie Cummins

  A Sapphic Affair, Copyright © 2016 by Cammie Cummins

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  This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author's imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in this book are 18 years or older.

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  Warning: This ebook contains steamy explicit descriptions of sexual activities including female on female, oral, sex toys, and lesbian sex. It is intended for mature readers who are 18 or older and not offended by graphic depictions of sex acts between consenting adults, specifically hot lesbian sex or erotica.

  A SAPPHIC AFFAIR

  For Cheryl, what started out as the worse night of her life, after meeting the bubbly and carefree bartender Cassie, became magic—filled with sensual desire, mind blowing erotic experiences, and the beginning of endless possibilities.

  A SAPPHIC AFFAIR

  “You’re a woman in need of a drink if ever I saw one.” The pretty brunette bartender told me as I dropped my purse onto the seat of the stool next to me and plopped myself down with a sigh.

  I wiped a tear from my cheek and attempted a smile. “You don’t know the half of it.”

  She smiled. “I’m sure I will be the end of the night.”

  “What do you mean?”

  Her smile grew wider. “I’m a bartender. People come to a place like this to talk, to work out their problems.”

  “Isn’t that what therapy’s for?”

  She laughed. “Now seriously, would you rather lie on a couch in some stuffy old shrink’s office or be here, drinking, and tell me your troubles?”

  “You’ve got a point.”

  “Of course I do. So what’ll it be then?”

  “A white wine, please.”

  “Oh, the long face on you, honey, you need something stronger than that.” She wiped a damp rag over the polished bar. “Sit tight. I’ll set you up right and good.”

  Too tired and wrung out to argue, I said, “I surrender myself over to you.”

  “Smart girl. Cassie.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “I’m Cassie. Figured since we’re going to get to know each other so well, you should know my name.”

  “Fair enough. I’m Cheryl.”

  “Nice to meet you, Cheryl.” She reached over the bar and shook my hand. Hers was warm and delicate, and damp from dunking glasses in soapy dish water. “Be right back with that drink.”

  I found myself watching her walk down to the far end of the bar. She wore a dark halter top and matching pleated mini-skirt with white stockings underneath. She had nice legs and a cute ass. But of course she did. She was young and pretty and fresh.

  I’d had good legs and a great ass too, once upon a time.

  While I waited for my drink I checked out the bar. Nearly empty. A typical hotel bar, it was dark, all wood and black leather with booths along the back wall, square tables with straight back chairs, candles flickering in red candleholders, and two flat screen TVs hung on the walls, both turned low to a 24-hour music station.

  A guy in a business suit sat alone at the far end of the bar. And of course he kept checking me out. I dreaded the inevitable come on and had already started to come up with my rebuff. A young couple sat at a corner booth, snugged in an embrace, kissing, and pawing heavily at each other when they thought no one was watching. Young love.

  Fuck that. Get a room. I swirled back around to the bar.

  Cassie had returned, setting a drink in front of me. She gave me a funny look. “You okay?”

  “Yeah, why?” I snapped.

  “’Cause you’ve got one seriously pissed off look on your face. Here’s your drink.”

  “Sorry.” I tried to soften my expression. I checked to see if I’d succeeded but the dark, gold-crackled mirror behind the bar was too tinted and blocked behind shelves of bottles to be able to tell.

  I wrapped my hand around the sweaty high ball glass but didn’t lift it. I nodded over my shoulder at the kissing couple in the corner. “Struck a nerve.”

  “Ah,” Cassie said, as if all knowing. “Thought so.”

  “Thought so what?”

  “Why when you came in here you looked like you just lost your best friend and someone had killed your dog. Only a couple of reasons a girl looks that miserable. Romance is one of them.”

  “I’m that easy to read, huh?”

  Cassie shrugged. Her mouth pressed into a lopsided smile. “I’ve been at this awhile.”

  “I find that hard to believe. You hardly look old enough to be drinking much less tending bar.”

  “It’s the lighting.” She waved at the dim surroundings. “There isn’t any.”

  She laughed and I remembered a time I was that carefree. It hadn’t been in a long while.

  I sipped my drink then wrinkled my face and shuddered. “Whoa! What is this?”

  “It’s a Negroni. Don’t like it?”

  “I didn’t say that, but strong. Yikes.”

  “Thought you needed something that packed a punch.”

  “You weren’t wrong.” I took another tentative sip. Prepared for it this time, it went down smoother. “There, that’s better. Thanks.”

  “You’re welcome. I need to check on my other customers. You all right?”

  I raised the glass to her. “With this I am.”

  Cassie moved down the bar and gave the guy there another beer and a shot glass full of something. Liquid courage, I feared.

  As she came out from behind the bar and went over to check in with the groping, happy couple, the man in the suit made his move. He stood up, a little less then steady, and with his beer in hand walked toward me, clinging to the back of each bar stool like a lifeline as he approached.

  “I couldn’t help notice you here, all pretty by your sitting little lonesome. Thought I could buy you a drink.” His breath was as strong as my Negroni.

  “Thank you, but…” In my head I ran down my list of prepared rejections. Cassie’s drink must have mellowed me, because I decided to let the lecherous drunk off with a softer brush off than I’d originally intended.

  But I was saved from even that.

  Cassie came to my rescue. In a most unexpected way.

  She leaned in between the drunk and me, pinched my chin with her long, thin fingers and thumb and kissed me with a loud smooch on the mouth. My eyes popped wide.

  “You are so scrumptious,” she said, after breaking off the kiss. She cooed and shimmied. “I’m so glad you came to visit me.” To the drunk, she said, “Mr. Dickerson, this is my girlfriend, Cheryl. I told you about her, right?”

  Dickerson dug a crumpled five dollar bill out of his suit jacket pocket and angrily tossed it onto the bar. He staggered away in the general direction of the exit, mumbling in a barely coherent voice. “Fucking dyke bitches everywhere. What’s this world coming to?”

  Cassie watched him leave with a smile. “Sorry but you looked in need of help.”

  “I guess, um…” The pleasant taste of her soft lips lingered on my mouth.

  I glanced back toward the lobby. Dickerson leaned heavily aga
inst a wall, waiting for an elevator car to arrive. It did and he was gone. I raised my glass. “Thanks.”

  Cassie poured herself a beer from the tap and we tapped glasses.

  She drank and licked the little foam mustache off her delicate upper lip with the tip of her pink tongue. She folded her arms under her chest in a way that bunched up her boobs in her already revealing halter top and leaned over the bar. It was quite the eyeful.

  “So let me guess,” she said. “Caught the significant other cheating on you, am I right?”

  “With his skank of a secretary, how clichéd is that?”

  Cassie straightened up. “His gal Friday, huh?”

  There was something funny in the way she said it, but I didn’t catch why until later. “Worse than that, when I confronted him with it he had the audacity to deny it.”

  “They always do,” Cassie said, wiping down the bar. “How’d you find out?”

  “A sexting video on his phone. He didn’t even password protect it, the dumb shit.”

  “Ouch. Bastard.”

  I finished my drink and pointed to the empty glass, indicating I’d have another.

  “Oh, no, sweetheart, only one of those bad boys to a customer otherwise I’ll be carrying you out of here.”

  I frowned giving her my best pouty face. “Please. They’re so good.”

  She smiled. It was a nice smile. And she was right, it had already gone straight to my head.

  “I’ve got a better idea.”

  “You do?”

  She gazed over my head. I turned to see what had caught her attention.

  The young, smoochy couple was getting up from their booth. Leaving, the guy dropped cash on the table and waved over at Cassie. “Goodnight.”

  She waved back. “Thanks.”

  He put his arm around his girl’s waist and together they left the bar.

  I watched, a pang of jealousy souring my stomach. Or maybe that was the Negroni. I stifled a burb.

  “You need to be anywhere?” Cassie asked. I caught a mischievous twinkle in her pretty eyes.

  I shrugged. “My shitty apartment I share with my shitty boyfriend.”

  “Oh, you live with him.”

  “Not for much longer.”

  Cassie smiled. “Good for you, girl. Give me a minute to close up.”

  “Then what?”

  “A surprise.”

  Cassie gave me a white wine on the house then busied herself behind the bar cleaning up and closing out the register. I watched her and sipped my wine. I remembered when I had that sort of energy, that kind of youthful zest. It’s not like I’m ancient or anything like that, not at thirty-four, but I haven’t felt any real zeal for life lately. As if nothing good or exciting ever happened to me anymore.

  When had I gotten like that?

  Finished up, Cassie came out from behind the bar. She had a shoulder bag over her arm and tucked close to her side. She grabbed me by the hand. “Let’s get out of here.”

  Practically pulled off my stool, I barely had time to snatch up my purse from the stool next to me. “Where are we going?”

  Cassie had already dragged me halfway to the bar entrance. “You’ll see.”

  She pulled big sliding sections of dark framed glass doors from hidden pockets in the wall. The panels covered the entrance. She locked them into place then dropped her keys into her shoulder bag.

  Again she took me by the hand and led me through the hotel lobby toward a side corridor. She looked conspiratorially at the night manager behind the registration counter then she pulled me down the hall. I felt like a burglar sneaking into a building. It gave me a thrill.

  “Where are we going?” Caught up in the intrigue I found myself whispering.

  “Shush.” At the end of the hall we reached a service elevator.

  There Cassie used a card key to access it. When the elevator arrived she gave a final furtive look toward the front desk then ushered me inside.

  We rode the elevator up to the roof.

  The doors split open and sprawled out in front of us was a rooftop pool, bar, and cabana with chaise lounge chairs, tables, and potted palm trees six feet tall. Their leaves rustled in the warm, night breeze thirty-seven stories above the city below.

  Strung lantern lights lit the area in a pale orange glow. Beyond the roof the city lights blazed like stars in the sky. Speaking of the stars, I looked up toward the heavens. The night sky was clear and black, and yes, the stars twinkled bright.

  The sign said the pool closed at 11:00. Three hours earlier.

  Awed, I said, “It’s beautiful, but we shouldn’t be here. It’s closed. How’d you—”

  She held the card key up between our faces. “I swiped this from one of the maids. She never reported it missing, afraid she’d get fired. It opens everything in the hotel, 24/7. Come on.”

  She led me past the pool. The underwater lights were on, casting the water in a shimmering blue-white, almost ethereal, hue. The air was thick with the smell of chlorine. Steam rose from the warm water.

  At the far end of the pool, the steam rising from the water was thicker than from the rest of the pool. As Cassie brought me closer, I saw why. Sectioned out from the rest of the pool was a hot tub. Two short steps led up to the ledge around it.

  Cassie put her purse down on the ledge. “Let’s get wet.” She kicked off her shoes.

  “Are you serious?”

  “Sure. Why not?”

  “What if we get caught?”

  “We won’t.” She reached up under her pleated skirt and wiggling her hips she peeled her white stockings down her legs.

  “How can you be so sure?”

  “Because the only one who ever comes up here is the security guard, on his rounds. He did catch me once,” she explained as she unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the tile ground. “I gave him a blow job to keep quiet.”

  I snorted and covered my mouth. “You’re kidding?”

  “Nope. Hand to God.” She smiled. “It was cool. He was kind of cute. But to make sure he didn’t bother me again, I recorded us on my phone. Told him if he tried to rat me out I’d say he forced me. He leaves me alone now.” She unbuttoned the three large buttons that held her halter top together around her thin waist.

  “I don’t have a bathing suit with me.” My final, last ditch effort.

  “Neither do I, silly.”

  Cassie striped off her top and then peeled her thong panties down her legs. She stood straight again and held her arms out for the world—or at least me—to see her in her birthday suit. “Ta da!”

  “Wow. I mean, I don’t know about this.”

  The girl was drop dead gorgeous. Thin, toned, shapely in all the right places. She had adorable little boobs with cute dark brown nipples. A diamond belly button ring winked in the pale light. And she wore a single silver thumb ring on her left hand.

  I’ve never been bashful around other naked women—I played NCAA college basketball—four years of undressing and group showers in a woman’s locker room will cure one of any inhibitions around that. Believe me.

  But this was different. This felt intimate in a way that never did.

  “Oh, come on,” Cassie said. “Live a little.”

  She climbed the steps and dipped her toe in the roiling water. She had a great ass: white and round and firm. Just that morning, I stood on my tippy toes and twisted around so I could see my own backside in the full-length bathroom mirror. With my hands I lifted my butt up high and tight, to where it used to be, and then released it, letting it droop back into place.

  What will this young, gorgeous girl think, seeing me naked?

  Already submerged up to her shoulders in the steaming water, she swirled around. Her long dark hair floated like tendrils on the water’s surface around her bare shoulders and neck. “Come on in, Cheryl, the water’s perfect. Nice and hot.”

  “Okay, okay.” If I undressed really quickly and got into the pool really fast, she wouldn’t get a chance to scrutin
ize my aging body. That was me, over the hill at thirty-five. When had I become so self-deprecating? No wonder my boyfriend went looking for someone younger, better looking—someone like Cassie.

  I kicked off my shoes, then striped off my blouse. I tossed it onto a nearby chaise. I shimmied my pants over my hips and down my legs then turned my back to Cassie—having caught her watching me strip—and unsnapped my bra. It and my panties quickly joined the pile of clothes on the chaise.

  When I turned back around, Cassie made no bones about the fact she was checking me out. She smiled, watching me climb into the steaming hot tub. I wondered if she could see how flushed my face had become in the dim glow of the strung lantern lights.

  I swam through the bubbling hot water to a molded seat and sat. “This is nice.”

  Cassie settled into the seat beside me. “I’ve got another surprise for you.”

  She twisted around and began to rummage through her shoulder bag. I heard the clinking of glass as she extracted two delicate glass flutes and a bottle of champagne. She held the bottle up triumphantly. “Cristal. Courtesy of the hotel.”

  My mouth dropped open. “You stole a bottle of champagne?”

  She began to tear off the foil around the cork. “I’m offended.” Though her amused expression suggested she was anything but. She put a hand to the hollow in her throat and batted her eyelashes, as if she were a debutante unfairly accused of some horrible wrongdoing. “Whatever do you think of me, woman? No. It’s complimentary. I have discretion when it comes to keeping customers and guests happy.”

  She finished removing the foil and began to work the cork with her thumbs.

  Though we were expecting it, we both jumped when the cork flew off with a loud pop. White foaming bubbly cascaded out of the bottle and flowed down Cassie’s hand into the bubbling hot tub water.

  Giggling, I rushed to get the glass flutes under the waterfall of champagne, filling them up.