Page 48 of Beaches, Bagels & Babes

Thinking nothing and wanting everything, she grasped the ponytail and twined it around her hand. Her grip was secure, not tight; the last thing she wanted to do was cause Candace pain. However, wrapping the woman around her fingers, literally and metaphorically, felt incredible.

Seeing Candace’s wide-eyed surprise, followed by her submissive acceptance, felt even better.

The hot breath at her front contrasted with the cold bleacher beneath Daisy’s rear. Anticipation was undercut by wanting to savor the moment forever. But she could not wait any longer.

“Go on. It might not be a 5-star meal, b—”

Whatever quip Daisy had been about to make was lost in her throat. Instead, she convulsed, gasping as Candace went to work.

There was nothing shy about the way she suckled and lapped. Her mouth moved with an almost selfish urgency, exploring with a voracious appetite. Velvety lips hummed with her muffled moans, drawing out the same sounds from Daisy.

“God-d-damn, Candace,” Daisy heard herself utter. “Didn’t I just feed you?”

A muted whine of “More” came from between her legs.

With a subtle ponytail tug, she slowed the woman’s pace while urging her deeper. She exhaled a cross between a laugh and a cry as Candace tongue-fucked her one swirling probe at a time.

A hand gripped around Daisy’s back, pressing her forward. The other joined Candace’s tongue and thrust along with the muscle. Those long, delicate fingers took over filling Daisy, stirring her, while Candace’s mouth migrated.

From little licks to full kisses, she showered every inch of Daisy’s pussy with reverence. It was hard to tell if it was to tease or savor, but she took her time. The wait—here and the entire time it had taken them to be together—was worth it.

Whiteness blanked Daisy’s vision as Candace’s lips fell over her clit. She could not help clenching the hand ensnared by golden coifs, but Candace did not seem to mind; it spurred her faster. Daisy leaned back and sank into satisfaction.

It really was a beautiful night.

The carnal crackling of Candace’s fingers through Daisy’s slick blended with the distant crash of ocean waves.

Outside, the persistent gale buffeted the plywood frame, pounding harder and harder just like her heart.

Her eyes fluttered shut so that she could let the sounds and sensations wash over her.

There was no great cresting as she came.

Since riding that roller coaster, Daisy had already been at the top. Now, she was falling. Taken by a delicious, downward spiral of desire spun by the woman between her legs. Downdowndown diving into depths she never thought she would reach.

When the touch became too much, Daisy gave the slightest tug, and Candace pulled back.

She released the locks bundled in her fist. Observing Candace, the way she sat back on her heels, looking so proper; her messy, sweat-matted hair; the mingled juices that sheened over her mouth; the silvery trails that sleeked down her long neck, past her halter collar, to gather in her cleavage and the seaglass daisy nestled there…

Daisy’s breath caught at the sight of this Candace, who was meant only for her. She shuddered as contractions tensed her center, and yet another orgasm rippled throughout her body. The plywood shook as she fell back, utterly spent.

“Holy hell,” Daisy puffed. She was so numb with pleasure, she did not even care that there was a splinter jabbing her back. In her hazy periphery, she was aware of Candace’s chuckle while she went about the space gathering Daisy’s clothes.

Sitting beside her, Candace nuzzled Daisy’s neck. Hot breath tickled as she said, “What can I say? I’ve wanted to try that flavor for a while. And I want it again… and again… and… ”

The words turned to butterfly kisses, drawing contented sighs from Daisy’s throat with each one. Turning, she caught Candace’s jaw and her lips. The taste of her, of herself on her, was the sweetest flavor of all.

If it were possible, Daisy would have stayed there forever. However, breaking into their blissful moment, reality came crashing in.

It had been a bad idea to turn on the light strip.

Beneath the lifeguard stand, there was the sound of a car coming to a stop. The engine cut, and a door creaked open.

Daisy and Candace shared a look of panic. They scrambled to their feet while the first ladder rung creaked with their interrupter’s weight.

A grumble came over the floor ledge. “Damn horny teenagers… can’t get a room…”

Candace hissed, “What do we do?”

There was no other option. Daisy grabbed Candace’s hand and urged her to climb atop the bench. From there, they could reach the halfwall lip.

Or haul themselves over it.

“Abandon ship!”

Together, Daisy and Candace leaped down. Truthfully, Daisy landed with more of a scramble, while Candace, in her yogi balance, managed a far more graceful tumble. As they ran away, though, there was no finesse to be found.

The beach patrol person gave a half-hearted attempt at chasing after them.

However, as they hunkered down in a thicket beside a dune, he appeared to give up.

The tension melted with the sound of his footfalls turning back towards his vehicle.

If they hightailed it back to the boardwalk, he would never find them.

As Daisy started to emerge from their cover, Candace stopped her.

In a whisper, she suggested, “Much as I enjoy the view, you might want these.”

It was only then, as the adrenaline died down and the cold set in, that Daisy realized she was buck naked.

She was not sure why, but a wave of embarrassment coursed through her.

With shaking hands, she took the bundle of clothes Candace offered.

Sheepishly, she met the woman’s gaze, expecting her to be even more ashamed at being caught.

Instead, Candace burst into happy giggles. Helping with the blazer arm holes, she told her, “You’re so cute. Hurry up, or I might be tempted to take another ‘sample’ right here.”

It was as much of a threat as it was an offer. Adulthood, and not catching public indecency charges, won out. Daisy finished clothing herself at a record pace, despite the sand caked in all sorts of unpleasant places.

The faster she dressed, the sooner she (with Candace’s help) would be able to undress.

Daisy took Candace’s hand as they emerged from the thicket. Overhead, the barest bit of moonlight broke through the storm clouds, casting them in a mysterious glow. Like echoes of a summer’s dream, they fled into the misty night.

On the way back to Daisy’s house, it was a trial to keep their hands in polite places. The pair made it as far as the outdoor shower. Crashing into the confined wooden stall before the water had even begun to heat, they warmed each other.

Daisy lost herself to the feel of taffy-smooth skin, etching her claim with caresses soft and rough across every place she could touch.

Candace Perry was hers .

To kiss.

To adore .

To build a life with, even if that life was as simple as being together.

When the shower started to run lukewarm, they went inside.

Wordless aside from stuttered gasps and moans, thumps as they bumped against walls and furniture, they landed in Daisy’s bedroom.

There, they traded in all the secrets their bodies and souls could share.

A discovery and a dedication built on a love that was, at last, let flourish.

Daisy was desperate not to let the evening end. She watched the woman, who nestled against her as if it were the most natural state in the world, fall into a deep slumber.

What if this was all a dream?

Yet, when Daisy woke the next morning to the pitter patter of rain on her window, Candace was still there—adorably snoozing and cutting off the circulation to her arm.

She wanted to stay like this all day. Unfortunately, Bagel Bombs!

was not a rubble heap yet, and someone needed to make sure the place was boarded up tight.

She would not put it past Peter Perry to charge her if the storm took the whole roof off.

A giddy smile wobbled Daisy’s lips as she untangled herself. She did not mean to wake her. Even so, Candace’s eyes fluttered open, looking like sapphires in the pre-dawn muted grays.

“Morning,” she greeted Daisy in a sleepy, smiley mumble. Bundled under the discount-store appropriated comforter, she snuggled closer.

“Sorry. I was trying to let you sleep.”

“More like trying to get out while you can, hm?”

“It’s my house.” Laughing once at the joke and again in bewilderment at her life, Daisy shook her head. “My Bagel Bombs! duty calls.”

“I’ll come with you.”

Candace started to sit up, and Daisy’s attention flew to her newly exposed cleavage. Boobs . Candace Perry’s, with their peach-pink nipples marked with love-bites that were just starting to show.

Daisy gave her head another, harsher shake .

“No. It looks like Hurricane Mandy is on her way, so Beach Patrol’ll be clearing the boards soon. I’m just gonna make sure things are buttoned up. If you come, it’ll take twice as long because I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself. You have off from the pier, right?”

Flopping back down onto her belly, Candace let loose a cat-like yawn.

“Doesn’t matter. I’m sure my uncle flagged my badge scan at the coaster and checked the security footage. I bet he threw a fabulous fit, shame I couldn’t see. I’ll type up a formal resignation once I get my laptop. And coffee.”

“I can handle the coffee part, plus breakfast if you’re okay with something fast.”

“Eggs and toast?”

“Woof, steep order, there.” Daisy took on a mock-indignant tone. “I bet you’ll expect some butter and jam, too? Typical. If that’s what it takes to make her highness happy, I guess I’ll have to find a way to manage.”

“ Egg –cellent! You’re setting yourself up for girlfriend of the year already.”

Girlfriend.

The word took Daisy’s belly and did somersaults with the organ. She was the one who first said it, but hearing Candace so casual about the title was different. It was real.

It was a good thing Daisy had the eggs to focus on. Otherwise, she would have been in real danger of saying screw it, and throwing the woman right back in bed. Eggs kept her on task. The hardest part was not moving slowly.

Daisy wanted to sear the image of Candace hanging out in her kitchen, wearing only a borrowed tank top and shorts, into her brain for eternity. Obligation moved her, but the promise of picking up where they left off when she got home was what finally got her out the door.

Circumstances kept her there.

The state of emergency declaration was imminent, and the town was due to officially close the boardwalk by midday.

Even so, as soon as Daisy opened, Bagel Bombs!

was swamped with customers. The little cafe was one of the only places not completely boarded up, so the storm lookie-loos, weather station crews, and Beach Patrollers all flocked there.

Daisy wished she had brought Candace with her for the extra pair of hands alone. She did not even have time to respond to the sexy selfie the woman sent from her bed until hours later. Her reply went unread.

When she finally had a break around noon, she sent another text that also went unread. She tried again minutes later.

Daisy: Were the eggs that bad?

A jolt shot through Daisy’s chest as a notification came through.

The text did not just go unread.

It was undeliverable.