by Amy DeMeritt
With a laugh and a deep breath, Katie pulled her arms around to place on the top of Mel’s chest, patted it once, and confirmed, “No, I do not. I’ve never been a fan of gossip mills and I’d rather not feed it fodder, as Frank would say.”
“Oh, Katie, you got it twisted again. To feed it fodder would mean you’d actually have to do some of those things I just mentioned. For instance, I could give your ass a little pat or squeeze while we walk down the hall to get some coffee.”
“Oh, Mel, you are being a little brat.” She gave her a quick kiss on the lips and patted her chest again. “And I love you for it. Coffee does sound good. But without the fodder.”
“Fodder-free coffee, here we come.” Mel grinned, and added, “Unless you’d rather skip out early and hit that mahogany table to celebrate how successful that meeting was.”
“That would assuredly count as fodder for the gossip mill. See, I understand them better than you think.”
Mel chuckled and nodded. “Okay, let’s get coffee, then we’ll decide when to tell our team that we’re super-hot for each other and madly in love.”
“How do you think they’ll take it?”
“I think they’ll probably be a little surprised, but I don’t think any of them will have anything negative to say. Although, this could change some things.” Katie’s eyes pinched questioningly. “I’ve yet to have any complaints about you specifically, but being the supervisor is also like being the grievance hotline for the team.”
“So, you’re worried they won’t come to you if they have an issue with me?”
“Not just you, maybe upper management or someone in another department. Knowing we’re dating may make them think twice about telling us things we need to know.”
“Then we’ll make it clear that they should feel no trepidation in doing so. Come on, let’s get some coffee, then we’ll iron all of this out.”
Chapter Thirty
As soon as they walked out of their offices at the end of the day, Mel and Katie had one mission – to get to Katie’s house as quickly as possible. Particularly, the dining room table in Katie’s house. They pushed the speed limit at every chance they could, and when they finally pulled into Katie’s driveway, they sprinted to the door and rushed inside. After Katie hung her purse and laptop bag from the banister in the foyer, Mel yanked her into her arms. As their hips crashed together, their mouths met in a hot, breathy moan of satisfaction.
With the fantastic dance of their mouths igniting a burning fire in their cores, they stumbled down the hall and into the kitchen. With one hand blindly searching, Mel found the dining room table, yanked a chair out of the way, then spun Katie and pressed her against the edge of table. As the wood dug into her ass and Mel’s hands began unbuttoning her blouse, Katie released a shuddering moan into their kiss. As Mel tugged her blouse from her skirt, Katie quickly took her blazer off so Mel could push the shirt off of her shoulder. Even before the garments hit the floor, Mel was already unhooking her bra. She firmly dragged her fingertips across her back and to her breast to peel the black satin and lace from her skin. And as soon as the bra landed on her discarded shirt on the floor, Mel broke from the kiss and painted a nipping trail of kisses down the side of her neck, down her chest, and around her breasts, till she had Katie’s right nipple between her lips, sucking it as hard as she could.
Katie fell back with a sharp scream, caught herself on the edge of the table, and gasped, “Oh, shit. Fuck. Mel, oh, fuck.”
Mel grinned around her nipple, gave it a gentle nibble with her incisors, then trailed kisses back up to her lips. She gave her bottom lip a suckle, then while looking into her eyes, she released the clasp and zipper of Katie’s skirt and shoved it off of her hips to pool at her ankles. Katie kicked the skirt aside and reached to push her nylons and panties off, but Mel grabbed her hands and roughly pinned them to the table’s ledge, eliciting yet another wonderful deep throated groan.
Mel scraped her short fingernails up Katie’s thighs, scratching through the micro-holes of the nylons but not quite enough to cause them to tear. She grinned as she stooped down and began layering kisses down Katie’s torso to kneel in front of her. While leaning in, getting closer to her throbbing sex, Mel watched Katie – the way her stomach and chest were lightly pumping with her arousal, the way her parched lips were parted and panting for air, the way her beautiful gray-blue eyes were glossing over in her desire, and most of all, the way Katie was submitting to her completely.
With just the tip of her stiff tongue, Mel traced the center seam of the nylons tightly laying over Katie’s sex, which caused a shudder to ripple through her beautiful girlfriend. She repeated the stroke a bit firmer, then again, and again, repeating several times, till Katie’s head had fallen back and her hips were spasming forward, begging for more. Then suddenly, she pinched the seam in her teeth and tugged hard, causing the nylons to tear and Katie to release a surprised gasping moan.
Using only her teeth, and leaving a sucking kiss in her wake here and there, Mel tugged at the torn sheer netting, working her way down the entire length of both legs, down to her feet.
Slightly sinking in her intense arousal, Katie breathed, “Oh, fuck,” and gasped for air to try to keep from orgasming so soon.
As the nylons peeled away from the top of her feet, Mel lifted each separately to uncover her toes, then after a quick loving glance at Katie, she pressed her lips to the top of her right foot. With her warm, adoring tongue, she traced the entire top length of her slender, feminine foot to her ankle, eliciting another beautiful sound of pleasure from her panting girlfriend.
While staring straight into Katie’s eyes, Mel lifted her foot, teased her toes with just the tip of her tongue, making Katie bite her bottom lip with a blushing grin, then she fully enveloped Katie’s big toe, which was meticulously clean and manicured because Katie was always meticulous about such things.
“Fuck.”
Mel smiled around her toe as she glided her hands up and down her calf and thigh, inching closer to her center but stopping just shy of it by several inches.
Katie’s hands were twitching on the table’s edge in their struggle not to reach for Mel’s hand and pull it between her thighs. But she fought the impulse and continued to watch Mel adore her. She was loving every single thing Mel was doing to her and she didn’t want to miss a single kiss, nibble, or passing glance of her loving gaze.
Then quite suddenly, Mel rewarded her for her patience as she returned her foot to the floor and dove between her thighs. She released a loud screaming moan as Mel gripped her entire vulva in her bite, catching her throbbing clit with the bottom row of her teeth.
“Fuck!”
Mel’s own clit tugged hard at the reaction, eliciting a muffled sound against Katie’s sex. She quickly ripped Katie’s saturated panties off, then stood and lifted Katie up to sit on the table.
Katie gasped, “Fuck, it’s cold,” then laughed as she leaned back on her hands as Mel parted her thighs and stepped between them.
Mel ran her hands up and down Katie’s thighs, up her sides, and around her back, pulling her forward as she bent down to meet her in a deep, passionate kiss. As Katie wrapped her leg’s around her, she pushed her blazer off of her shoulders, then began unbuttoning her shirt. Just as Katie tugged her shirt out of her pants and palmed up over her small breasts, Mel traced two fingers down over her ribs, across her hip, and down between her thighs, gliding easily over her saturated groomed mound. She drew her fingers up and down the outside of Katie’s lips, teasing her and causing her hips to buck forward.
Breathless and with her nerves on fire, Katie broke from the kiss, and pleaded, “Mel, please.”
With her fingers still tracing just on the outside of where Katie really needed her, Mel pulled the chair over and sat down in front of her. She ran both hands up her legs from her ankles to the underside of her thigh, then lifted them to have Katie prop her feet up on the back of her chair, over her shoulder. As Mel held her eyes, s
he slowly dipped forward, while gliding her hands down the sides of her thighs to her hips.
“Fuck.”
With a smile, Mel kissed the inside of her thighs, then firmly dragged her tongue up the full length of her sopping wet sex.
“Oh, fuck, yes.” Katie’s head fell back and her hips bucked against Mel’s tongue. “Oh, fuck, I love you.”
With her voice muffled by Katie’s folds, Mel said, “I’m going to love you for the rest of my life,” then latched onto her clit and thrust three fingers inside of her.
Katie’s hands slipped from the edge of the table and she fell onto her back with a gasping scream of pleasure. Her eyes teared up as her heart burst with happiness and her veins rushed with ecstasy. As her orgasm burst, her body arched and her legs began to straighten, causing Mel’s chair to rock backwards. Mel quickly grabbed the table to keep from toppling over, then wrapped her arms around Katie’s thighs as she stood up, still latched onto her clit.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck! Yes! Mel, please, oh, fuck.”
After a second orgasm ripped through her, Katie patted Mel’s head, gasping and trembling. “No more. Oh, fuck, Mel, I love you.”
As Mel lifted her head licking her lips, Katie sat up and wrapped one hand behind her neck, pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss, while her other hand tugged her belt undone. In two quick tugs, she had the button undone and the zipper pulled down, and as she slipped her hand under the waist of Mel’s underwear, she pulled away from the kiss to watch the pleasure bloom on Mel’s cheeks. Mel’s eyes slanted, her mouth parted in a shallow, fast breath, and her fingers dug into Katie’s shoulders.
“You are soaking wet.” Mel smiled and gasped as Katie’s fingers pinched her clit. “I want you to sit on my face.” She shoved Mel’s unbuttoned shirt off of her shoulders, and after she pulled her sports bra off over her head, Mel bent down to take her shoes and socks off. As she stood upright, Katie pushed her pants and underwear down, and breathily cooed, “Hurry. Get these off.”
While taking her pants and underwear off, Mel breathed, “I love you so fucking much.”
“Me too. Now, get up here.” Katie grabbed her hips, pulling her groin in against hers for a moment, and her eyes closed as she gripped her ass and pulled her in harder. As her clit spasmed in pleasure, she swallowed hard, then spanked Mel’s cheek and laid down. Mel kissed a path up the center of her stomach, between her breasts, and to her lips as she climbed up onto the table straddling her hips. After sharing a brief kiss, she crawled up till her knees were on either side of Katie’s head and her groin was hovering just a few inches above her smiling mouth.
As Katie grabbed her ass in both hands, and dove into her dripping wet sex with her hungry mouth, Mel gasped, “Fuck,” then gripped the back of Katie’s head for support.
While Mel rode Katie’s face, pumping her hips down against her to meet each pleasure inducing stroke of her tongue, and ecstasy spawning suckle of her lips, she filled the air with her barely contained moans and grunts.
When her orgasm ripped through her, it took all of her core strength to keep from falling forward and off of the table. Weak and trembling, she crawled back and repositioned to lay on top of Katie, who wrapped her tightly in her arms and kissed her cheeks and lips.
“That was amazing. Did sex on the mahogany table live up to your expectations?”
Katie smiled as she lifted her head to give her a soft kiss on her lips. “You far exceeded my expectations, as always.” With a sigh of satisfaction, Mel laid her head on Katie’s chest, and Katie began combing her fingers through her hair and tracing the dip of her spine. “You need to talk to Layla.”
“About what?”
“I want you to move in.” Mel quickly lifted her head to look into Katie’s eyes, and Katie caressed her cheeks and traced her lips with her thumb. “I can’t tell if you’re happy or mortified.”
Mel stuttered, “No, no, not mortified. I’m happy, very happy.” She quickly sat up, and as Katie followed, she took Mel’s hand and kissed her knuckles. “Are you serious?”
“Yes. I don’t expect it to happen right away because I know you have obligations with your apartment and to Layla, but I think we’re all ready to have this conversation so we can prepare for it. Even if I have to wait several months.”
“Our lease renews in January and we have to give a month’s notice if we’re not going to renew. And we have our big annual Halloween party in two months. We always do small, like ten-person gatherings for Thanksgiving and Christmas, then go visit our families together for the holidays. We, uh…” Mel’s voice cracked, and as she cleared her throat, Katie wiped a couple of tears out of her eyes and kissed her lips.
“Mel, if you’re not ready, I won’t be offended. I just want you to know that I am ready to take this next step with you.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m like this. I’m really happy. I am. I’m just…” Her voice cracked again.
“You’ve lived with Layla for a long time. You have traditions and routines. It’s understandable that you’d be emotional at the prospect of not living together anymore.”
“Yeah.” Mel released a long breath as she looked down and got distracted with the way Katie’s hands were holding her hand and tracing her fingers, knuckles, and wrist. It felt amazing – like each stroke was a kiss or line in a poem, telling her how much she loved her and wanted to be with her. She looked up to meet Katie’s patient gaze. “I do want to live with you. But I don’t know if I can pull it off before our lease is up. And I need to make sure Layla will be okay. She and Blake have been spending the night together at either our place or her place almost every night, so they might end up taking that next step soon too.”
“And what if they’re not ready for that? Will that prevent us from living together?”
“No, but it could delay it. I need to make sure Layla is in a place she can afford without me. If she’s not ready to live with Blake, she might move in with Alice or have one of our other friends move in. Or she might have to move into a one-bedroom. I’ll talk to her about it when I go home tonight.”
“Okay.” Katie caressed her cheek and drew her into a brief, soft kiss. As she pulled away, she asked, “Would you like a glass of wine while I cook dinner?”
“Sounds great. What are we having?”
“Grilled chicken and vegetables over rice.”
“Real rice?”
With a laugh, Katie nodded, and confirmed, “Yes, real rice. Does Layla make you eat cauliflower rice?”
“Yes, most of the time, or she mixes them, which means I only get half a serving of real rice. If we order Chinese or something, I get to eat as much as I want, but every time she decides we have to diet, we don’t really make any at home.”
“I still think it’s super sweet that you make so many sacrifices to help Layla stick to her diets. But I promise that when you move in with me, I will never police your diet or ask you to sacrifice what you want to eat.”
“Well, you say that now, but you’ve already admitted to eating zucchini noodles all the time.”
Katie laughed and shuffled off of the table. As she stood up in front of her, she bent down to give Mel a kiss on the lips. “If I’m in the mood for zucchini noodles, and you really want real noodles, we can make both.”
“Well, as long as I get to eat real noodles most of the time, I can eat zucchini noodles sometimes. They weren’t as bad as I thought they would be.”
“Whatever you want.” She took Mel’s hands and pulled her off of the table. “Now, let’s put some clothes on so we can fix dinner.”
Chapter Thirty-One
When Mel got home from Katie’s, it was just before ten o’clock and Layla was sitting in the corner of the couch with her knees drawn up towards her chest texting on her cellphone and grinning and giggling.
As Mel took a seat in the armchair next to her, she teased, “Sexting with Blake?”
“No.” Layla giggled again, then turned some to face her. “She
’s just being silly. I’m surprised you came home. I thought since everything went so well with your meeting that you’d stay with Katie tonight.”
“I was going to. But then she asked me something and I don’t think I would have been able to sleep before talking to you about it.”
“She wants you to move in.”
Mel nodded as she began fiddling with her keys. Layla sent a quick text to Blake telling her Mel just got home and has something she needs to talk about and she’ll text when she can. After setting her phone down, she hopped off of the couch and took Mel’s hand, pulling her up from the chair.
“Beer or whiskey?”
“Whiskey.”
While Layla pulled the bottle and two glasses from the cabinet, Mel leaned against the counter next to her. She tugged on the hem of her tee shirt, and Layla looked up with teary eyes and a small smile.
“Say something.”
Layla shook her head, said, “Not yet,” then offered her a glass. They clinked rims, and after they took a hearty gulp of the burning liquid, Layla took her hand and brought her back to the living room to sit pressed hip to hip on the couch.
“I’m happy for you.” She looped her arm with Mel’s and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Are you happy?”
“In many ways.”
After taking a sip of whiskey, Mel looked over to stare into Layla’s eyes with such intensity that it caused Layla’s throat to tighten and her chest shook with a sudden and silent sob.
“I’m going to miss you like hell too, Mel. When does she want you to move in?”
“Whenever it’s possible. I’m not going to just abandon you with the apartment. I want to make sure you are taken care of before I move. She knows it might not be till January when our lease is up.”
Layla released a laughing sob as she raised a hand to wipe her eyes. “That won’t be necessary.” Mel quirked an eyebrow and Layla’s trembling lips spread into a wide smile. “I already talked to Blake about it, but I was waiting till after you finished your big project at work to ask you. I want Blake to move in here.”
