Pumpkin Spice

by C. L. Ryder

  I don’t even know her last name.

  Maybe that was what threw fuel on the fire. The mystery. The thrill of their unspoken agreements. Who was she?

  Fireworks burst across the open sky of their minds as they kissed, and Bethany’s hand pushed its way around Jane’s waist and pulled her in close so that she could feel the heat of her body and the swell of Jane’s chest against her own.

  The landscape before them was a glittering carpet of lights, the very last of the day’s sunlight twinkling on the Pacific coast. It was sight of spectacular beauty that was eclipsed by the passion they both felt for each other in that moment. They were both lost in one another, with one aching desire burning between both of them. When they broke from their kiss, they quickly and wordlessly climbed back into the car.

  “My place?” Jane asked breathlessly.

  Bethany’s heart was pounding. “Right here,” she said, almost desperately. She’d hardly had a handle on herself at that moment, only that she knew she wanted—no—needed to know Jane at that very moment. She was afraid that if she waited just an instant longer, this spectacular feeling would pass over her and disappear forever. She’d do anything to trap it and never let it get away.

  Jane saw the intensity in Bethany’s eyes, that fighting spirit that had captured her from the beginning. She didn’t need to ask twice. She kicked off her heels. Bethany did the same with her shoes, and the two of them dove from the front seats into the spacious back, laughing as they crawled over each other trying to get there first.

  Bethany got on top of Jane and pinned her against the passenger-side door. She may have had a lack of experience, but that wasn’t holding her back. Not one bit. Their lips drew together again, and Bethany’s head spun as she took in a deep, intoxicating breath of Jane’s fragrance. She was in heaven. She kissed Jane’s cheek and nibbled her ear, rubbing her nose into her dark hair. She buried her face into her neck, tracing her lips on the warm flesh and basking in the warmth of her scent. Jane let out a low moan, and Bethany felt her fingers slip under her shirt, making their way up to her bra. Goosebumps pricked up on her skin, and blood raced down between her thighs.

  Jane was trying to go slowly, to let Bethany set the pace, but keeping in control was becoming exceedingly difficult as she felt the warmth of Bethany’s tongue against the low crease of where her neck met her collarbone. Bethany’s lips then traced her collarbone and her fingers nimbly began to unbutton her shirt from the top. Jane let her fingers roam beneath Bethany’s shirt, tracing her stomach and moving up towards the curve of her breasts. She closed her eyes and let her fingers form a picture of Bethany in her mind as they moved along. She’s perfect, Jane thought with a rush of lustful excitement.

  Bethany kissed her way down Jane’s chest, popping open each button of her shirt. She could taste the perspiration gathering on her skin, and felt the building heat of her body radiating against her face. She pulled open Jane’s shirt, and took a moment to admire her gorgeousness.

  “Hey,” Jane protested. “That’s not fair.” She grinned, gripped Bethany’s t-shirt at the bottom and then tugged it up over her arms, tossing it aside.

  Bethany gasped and returned the grin, a spark flashing in her eyes. She grabbed the two sides of Jane’s shirt and tugged, popping the remaining buttons at the bottom and sending them flying around the back of the car. She unclipped Jane’s bra and then ran her hands over Jane’s breasts, taking in every sensuous curve, and then brought her lips down to lick and nibble on her stiffened nipples.

  At first, Bethany’s eagerness took Jane by surprise. Her passion now matched the energy Jane had felt in the boxing ring—the true Bethany.

  Both of them were wet and aching for each other’s touch. Jane felt Bethany tug at the waist of her slacks, and when she looked down, she saw that she’d already managed to pull them open. She shifted her body so that they could be pulled free from her thighs.

  Bethany looked into Jane’s eyes, her fingers resting on the waistband of her panties. Her heart hammered. She slowly pulled down.

  Condensation was beginning to fog the windows of the car. Bethany pushed apart Jane’s thighs, and then used her thumbs to spread the petals of her sex. She was so wet, glistening with want. It was the first she’d seen belonging to someone else. She slowly touched her fingers to her, and then circled them across her spot. Bethany’s eyes flicked up to meet Jane’s for a moment. Bethany breathed in deeply, and everything seemed to turn hazy for a moment as Jane’s delicious aroma filled her senses. Jane’s scent already intoxicated her, but this… this was a whole different level.

  “I want you to look me in the eyes,” Jane said, and Bethany did. The fire that burned behind those blue eyes captured Jane, and she let out a sigh of pleasure as she felt Bethany’s hot breath draw around her opening. Jane ran her hands through Bethany’s hair, gripping her lightly as her tongue teased her sex.

  Jane’s flavor was as delicious as her scent, and Bethany savored every taste. She was drunk on him, intoxicated by the intensity of what she felt for him.

  She ran her tongue from her clit, all the way down to her opening, caressing everything with gentle licks. She reveled in the way that Jane reacted to her, with unconscious movements and light, incredibly sexy sighs.

  Jane watched with a kind of stunned amazement as Bethany pleasured her, in half disbelief that this was even happening. She wanted to indulge in her, now. She pushed Bethany back and moved forward, grabbing her by the shoulders and kissing her. She tasted herself for a brief moment as their tongues intertwined and probed. Jane then grabbed Bethany around her waist, spun her around onto all fours, and hunched over her back. Bethany gasped in surprise, and Jane buried her face into her neck from behind, kissing and lightly biting at her neck. With her arms still wrapped around Bethany’s waist, her quickly undid her pants and tugged them and her panties down to her knees.

  Bethany knelt naked on her hands and knees in the backseat, her face almost pressed flat against the passenger-side window, which was entirely fogged up. Bethany shivered as Jane kissed down her spine, and her palms caressed upwards from her thighs to her cheeks. Her lips continued lower until they reached her behind, and she let out a sharp moan of surprise when she felt Jane give her a little nip with her teeth. She looked over her shoulder and grinned.

  “Kiss my ass, don’t bite it,” she said.

  “I’ll do what I want with your ass,” Jane replied, returning her own mischievous grin. She then spread Bethany’s cheeks apart, and lowered her lips between them. Bethany cried out again, her body shaking as Jane’s tongue traced her pussy, teasing her before finally meeting her most sensitive spot.

  “Oh, shit,” Bethany moaned, unprepared for the sudden explosion of pleasure. She’d never felt anything like it before.

  “You like that?” Jane murmured into her. She knew she did. She could feel how Bethany shuddered and shivered with every tease of her tongue. Bethany could only cry out in response. She flung her arm out against the window to try to steady her quivering body, putting a palm streak down its fogged surface. When headlights poured through the car, Bethany tensed up.

  “Someone is driving by,” she managed. “Jane, they’re gonna see us…”

  She didn’t stop, and any concern was quickly pushed from Bethany’s mind by way of Jane’s talented tongue. If the occupants of that passing car had been paying attention to the fogged-up windows of the Tesla parked on the side of the road, they might’ve caught a glimpse of bare flesh pressed against glass, or an expression of ecstasy in blue eyes as the thrill of the moment became too much.

  Bethany’s mouth dropped open in a silent gasp as the orgasm crashed through her body like a tidal wave. She’d done her best to hold it back, but it burst forward anyway, and a strained groan escaped her lips as her body started to tremble with its force.

  “Oh, my God,” Bethany panted, her face pressed against the door. “Oh, my God…” Her strength slowly returned, and she fell back into Jane’s arms.<
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  Jane smiled and kissed her. “Did that feel good?”

  “That felt amazing.”

  “I hope that didn’t tire you out,” she grinned. “Because I’m not finished with you yet. I’m going to take you home.”

  Bethany wrapped an arm around Jane’s waist. “Good, because it’s your turn next. So, tell me, what do you want me to do when we get home?”

  Jane’s smile widened.

  Eleven

  As soon as the front door slammed behind them, Bethany and Jane were at each other, tugging off their clothes and tossing them aside again. Jane threw Bethany onto the leather couch and then jumped on top of her, straddling her waist. Bethany grinned and slipped her fingers between Jane’s legs, finding her wetness.

  “God, I want you,” Jane murmured, running her fingers along Bethany’s cheek. Bethany took Jane’s hand, guided her fingers into her mouth, and sucked them as she touched her.

  “You have me,” Bethany said, flipping Jane off her hips onto the couch. She pushed her legs back and dove down, eager to get a taste of her again.

  Jane shivered she felt Bethany’s warm breath on her, and tossed her head back and moaned when her tongue made contact. Shit, she was good. Jane squeezed at the leather cushions and chewed her lip as Bethany murmured into her folds, sucking, teasing, licking. She loved it. She wanted more.

  “Get over here,” Jane said, and pulled Bethany on top of her so that her ass was facing her face. Bethany moaned as Jane pushed her mouth against her pussy, and the two of them pleasured each other in unison, their muffled moans filling the living room.

  Jane was coming close, and nothing she could do would slow it down. She thought she might be able to hold out just a little while longer, but…

  That hope crashed down as Bethany’s unknowingly delivered the one-two combo. She looked back at Jane and cried out with pleasure, and their eyes locked. Seeing that expression of pleasure on Bethany’s face and the passion that burned deep in her eyes sent Jane over the edge.

  Jane tensed and gasped as the climax exploded over her, and she felt Bethany start to tremble with orgasmic finish, too. They were going to come at the same time, locked in bliss. Jane pressed her head back into the cushions and clutched at Bethany’s warm curves as the squeeze of the orgasm clutched her. It was like a tsunami, or the rolling of the earth in an earthquake. Powerful, relentless. She had no control over the incredible pleasure that was washing over her.

  They collapsed into each other’s arms on the couch, and for a long while neither of them had the energy to speak. All they could do was lay there in embrace, their breasts heaving as the firecracker waves of their climax swirled around their minds and gripped their bodies. They gazed at each other, their eyes communicating all that needed saying at that moment.

  What they knew and didn’t know about each other had no relevance. It would all be different now. They were connected. Intertwined. One.

  After a hot shower together, the two of them sat with a menu from one of Bethany’s favorite Thai restaurants. Bethany picked a couple dishes she liked, but Jane wouldn’t accept a small order and insisted that they were going to have a feast and get way more than they could ever hope to eat. An hour later, they sat by candle light in the dining room, smiling across the table at one another as they sampled all the different curries, spicy pan fried noodles, steamed fish and succulent meats.

  “This is my favorite dish,” Bethany said of a particularly amazing yellow chicken curry. “I don’t get to eat here as much as I like to anymore, but when I do I always have to get this curry. There’s something about the way the chef at this particular restaurant does it. I’ve eaten it a dozen or more times trying to unlock its secrets, but every time I cook it myself I never get the spices right.”

  “Is that something you do a lot?” Jane asked. “Reverse engineer dishes.”

  “Of course,” Bethany said, matter-of-factly. “It’s kind of what I do for a living.” Then she paused. She’d spoken like she was reminding Jane of something she’d told her before, but then realized—had she ever told her? She realized just how little Jane knew about her—and she about Jane—but the closeness she felt towards her had disguised that. Bethany felt as if she knew everything about her, like there was nothing more she needed to know.

  “You’re a chef?” Jane asked. “I didn’t know that. I thought you were just an owner, like myself. That’s amazing. I have no culinary ability whatsoever. Just a passion.”

  “I’m not really a chef,” Bethany said. “Not exactly. Kind of a jack of all trades, but I enjoy experimenting at home.”

  “So what do you do at work?” Jane smiled. “Maybe we can play a game? I can try to guess what kind of restaurant you run…”

  Bethany put her spoon down onto the plate with a speed that she hadn’t intended, and it chinged loudly against the ceramic. She smiled apologetically. “Let’s not get into that topic.” She pushed her plate away. “We really ordered a lot, didn’t we? I’m really full. I’ll help you box it up.”

  Jane brought some Tupperware from the kitchen and the two of them sorted out the leftovers into them. “I’m sorry. Is everything alright?” she asked, touching the small of Bethany’s back.

  “Yeah. I just… don’t really like discussing my work. It doesn’t bring up very good feelings for me right now.”

  Jane kissed her on the top of her head. “Maybe I can help you? If you’re having business trouble, or something? Maybe there’s something I can do?”

  Bethany smiled. “That’s nice of you to say, Jane. Maybe… in the future. But not right now. All of this is so new to me—being with you. Feeling this way about you. It makes really happy, and I don’t want to bring my business problems into it. Let me just enjoy this feeling for a while. I like that it’s simple. Simple is good for me.”

  Jane nodded and kissed her again, this time on the lips. “You know, we don’t even know each other’s last names.”

  They gathered up the plastic boxes and brought them into the kitchen to put away into the fridge. “Does that bother you?” Bethany asked.

  “I don’t know. It doesn’t bother you? I’d to like think we’re going to be more than just a semi-anonymous fling, you know?”

  Bethany closed the fridge and wrapped her arms around Jane’s waist. “Don’t get me wrong, Jane. That’s not what I want at all. Eventually we’ll know everything about each other. For now, let’s enjoy this.”

  Jane nodded slowly. “Okay,” she said. At first, she wasn’t as enthusiastic about the idea as Bethany was—she was eager to know everything about her—but she quickly realized that what she wanted really wasn’t so important. She wasn’t signing a business contract. The surface details weren’t what really mattered. She didn’t even need to know Bethany’s full name. Not knowing everything didn’t prevent her from getting to know the important things, the things that were there only for her. The way Bethany smiled after a kiss. How her hands felt in hers. The soul that lay behind her gorgeous blue eyes. It was only just the beginning. There was so many more of those little details for her to discover. In fact, keeping all those basic things restrained made it more exciting.

  “Why don’t we go to the bedroom?” Bethany asked, giving her a tantalizing smile. “Let’s get a little closer to each other.”

  “That sounds like a fantastic idea,” Jane said, her lips pulling into an excited grin.

  Twelve

  Bethany spent the weekend at Jane’s condo, and it was the first time in a long while that she was able to release herself from the negative thoughts that’d plagued her. She imagined the condo as a haven, their special place where it was just them and the things they felt for each other. Jane had to step outside a few times to take some business phone calls, but it didn’t bother Bethany. She was floating on clouds. They both were.

  For the meals that they didn’t have delivered, Bethany cooked. It’d been a long time since she’d felt such excitement to be in the kitchen. Jane may not have bee
n a chef, but she certainly knew her equipment and had the money to spend on it. The kitchen was fully stocked with brand new cookware, and they went to the local farmer’s market to buy a host of fresh ingredients. Jane prepped while Bethany cooked, and they managed to make a ridiculous mess in the kitchen while laughing the entire time.

  That Sunday evening, Jane brought out an expensive bottle of red wine she’d gotten as a gift, and the two of them shared it together up on her condo’s rooftop patio. Jane cleared away the small table and chairs that she’d set up there and laid down a blanket with cushions and candles for a sunset picnic. Bethany lay in Jane's arms, and they sipped on the tart wine and watched as an airplane flew over them, just a small speck leaving a long white trail against the pink evening sky.