Page 26 of February (New Orleans #2)

T he rest of the day at work was uncomfortable. Bridgette’s parents were in their office when they returned. They gave Monica and Bridgette a polite head nod and a wave but didn’t get up to greet them, which they’d done a few times, at least, since Monica had arrived. That wasn’t really the uncomfortable part, though. Once Monica and Bridgette moved into the conference room and closed the door to plan and work on how Bridgette could save the company, things got more than a little tense.

“And I’m thinking that if we shut down that office, we’ll save on rent for the space, among other things,” Bridgette said, but her eyes were on Monica’s legs. “And you are really wearing those jeans.”

“Bridgette,” Monica said with a chuckle. “Focus.”

“I am focused,” Bridgette replied as she leaned in a little closer. “On how good you look all the time.”

“You’ve woken up with me now. You know that’s not true.”

“Oh, it’s especially true then, when you haven’t turned on your work face yet, and you’re all sleepy and shy and–”

“I do not have a work face.” Monica laughed a little harder.

“Yes, you do. And I think it’s hot, too. In fact, if everyone were to go home right now and leave us alone in this room, I might just have to–”

“Bridgette, we’re heading home.” Bridgette’s mother had opened the door without them noticing. “Just wanted to say goodnight.”

“Oh. Good night,” Bridgette replied as she quickly sat back in the chair.

“Good night, Monica.”

“Good night,” she said with a polite smile.

That smile hid the fact that Monica had been picturing this woman’s daughter naked just seconds before she had opened the door to the room. Monica cleared her throat. She shouldn’t have brought sex up earlier. Now, it was on her mind, and it was on Bridgette’s mind, too, while they were supposed to be working on this very important thing that would mean life or death for Bridgette’s family-owned business. Then, they were supposed to have a nice dinner that she had already made a reservation for. All she could think about now, though, was that she’d put it on the table. She wanted it; that wasn’t in question. It was more that Monica hadn’t planned on saying it earlier. It had just come out, and now, they were both too focused on the fact that it would happen. She worried that might make them both too nervous later, resulting in it being more awkward than it would’ve been otherwise had she not said anything.

Bridgette’s mom turned with a smile of her own, left, and closed the door behind her.

“Fuck,” Monica whispered.

“What?” Bridgette said with muted laughter.

“Your mom almost caught us.”

“Caught us doing what?”

“You were–” She motioned to Bridgette. “Leaning in, and we were talking about… things.”

“Things?” Bridgette chuckled. “ That’s what you call it?”

Monica glared at her and said, “No, I call it sex .” Then, she leaned in and added, “Hot. Sweaty. Fast. All night long. Sex.”

“Fuck,” Bridgette whispered back.

“And slow. I like it slow, too.”

“Right,” Bridgette whispered again. “Slow.”

“But fast is also important.”

“Yes, it is.” Bridgette’s eyes lowered to Monica’s shirt. “Do we have to go to dinner?”

“Can you move your eyes up a little? Dan is out there.”

“Dan can mind his own damn business.” Bridgette’s hand moved to Monica’s thigh. “And you didn’t answer my question.”

“Bridge, we’re at work.”

“You started this with the whole hot, sweaty, fast thing.”

“You started it way before we even got back from our walk. You found that alley and pressed me up against the wall.”

“I kept my hands mostly to myself.”

Monica lifted an eyebrow at her, placed her hand on top of Bridgette’s, and moved it.

“Oh, shit,” Bridgette let out softly when her hand was pressed between Monica’s thighs over her jeans.

“Should we go?” Monica asked.

“Yeah, we should…” Bridgette dragged a fingertip up over Monica’s center, which was already wet and ready. “We should skip dinner.”

“There’s a screen in the town car,” Monica shared in a breathy tone as Bridgette stroked again. “We can continue doing… this… on the way to your place.”

“Call them now,” Bridgette said. “Order the car.”

Monica went to pick up her phone but closed her eyes when Bridgette pressed her palm a little farther into her. She nearly dropped it but managed to keep it in her hand. When she opened her eyes, she met Bridgette’s for a second. They were a darker shade of green now, clearly showing what Bridgette was thinking. Monica pulled the app up on her phone and pressed the screen to order them a car. Then, she looked through the window to see Dan standing up and gathering his things. He was the last employee in the place. If he left before they got out of this room, Monica knew she’d have Bridgette on top of this table, and as exciting as that sounded to her, it wasn’t right for their first time. Besides, she wouldn’t be able to look Bridgette’s parents in the eye when they gave their presentation in this room if they did that.

“Ordered. Three minutes,” she said. “Dan’s leaving. We should go.”

“We can stay if he’s leaving,” Bridgette replied. “We’d be alone.”

“Not tonight,” she said. “Maybe another day, though. No security cameras, right?” she asked as Bridgette pulled her hand away, which she missed instantly.

“None. Just outside the two entry doors.”

“Let’s pack up our stuff,” Monica said. “I want to be at your place now.”

Bridgette stood quickly, and within minutes, they were packed up and in the town car. Monica hadn’t made out in the back seat of a car in, well, ever. She was a New Yorker and didn’t own a car. She’d also been taught to be a lady, so she hadn’t let anyone get to second base in the back seat of a cab or town car, but Bridgette’s hand was under her shirt and inside the cup of her bra, and her lips were on Monica’s neck.

“I like town cars now,” Bridgette mumbled by her ear.

“Me too,” she said breathlessly.

When they arrived, Monica had to attempt to pull herself together. She straightened her shirt and tried to put her hair back in place. Bridgette did the same with a smirk on her face. When their driver let them out, Bridgette took her by the hand to walk to her apartment, and only then it occurred to Monica that she hadn’t thought to pack a bag at her hotel before coming here, which meant she’d have none of her own stuff at Bridgette’s. She hadn’t been without her own things in years. She was sure it would be fine but prayed Bridgette would have a spare toothbrush.

Once inside the apartment, Monica stood in the living room while Bridgette dropped her keys onto the counter, which was only a few feet from the door. This was the part she’d been worried about. Things had been sexy, hot, and heavy just seconds ago, but now, they were alone for the first time all day. Now, all bets were off, and they were both stalling, both nervous. In that moment, though, probably for the first time in her life, Monica decided that she was going to take what she wanted, so she moved into Bridgette and backed her quickly up against the wall by the door. Then, as she took in Bridgette’s shocked expression, Monica placed Bridgette’s hands against the wall up by her head.

“You are so beautiful,” she said as she looked down at Bridgette’s body. “I want you.”

“I want you, too,” Bridgette replied.

“I want to take you,” Monica revealed. “Hard. I want to make you come, Bridge. Fast. Over and over again.”

“Oh, shit,” Bridgette let out. “Really?”

“Yes,” Monica replied as she reached for Bridgette’s jeans and pulled apart the button. “I want slow later.”

“You… want to…”

“Top the hell out of you, yes,” she said with a smirk she hoped wasn’t too much. “Is that okay?”

When Bridgette’s eyes closed at that, Monica worried she’d gone too far, too soon, but with her eyes still closed, Bridgette told her, “God, do whatever you want to me.”

Monica unzipped Bridgette’s jeans, still not believing this was about to happen. She knew they should have a slow first time where there were candles and a dimly lit room, but this was what she wanted. Bridgette wanted this as well, it seemed, and right now, all Monica could think about was giving it to her. She had never been able to do this with Lily. And while there had been others before Lily, she had never trusted anyone to fully be herself as she did with Bridgette. She wasn’t certain how that had happened. She’d had relationships that had lasted years. Yet, she’d known Bridgette for a few weeks only, but she knew she could trust her with everything that she was, and it would be okay.

She reached for the hem of Bridgette’s shirt, and it was off in an instant. Her eyes roamed Bridgette’s chest and the cream-colored plain bra she wore. Then, Monica pushed at Bridgette’s jeans, moving them down. She hadn’t intended to remove her panties just yet, but she’d pushed too hard, and they ended up off as well. Bridgette wasted no time kicking off her shoes, and before they both knew it, she stood there in only a bra now, with jeans and panties around her ankles. Monica lowered herself to remove the clothing entirely and breathed Bridgette in as she moved back up. She could smell her desire for her. When she stood up fully and stared into Bridgette’s eyes, she tapped one of her thighs and felt Bridgette’s legs spread farther apart for her.

“My bra?” Bridgette asked ever so softly.

“Leave it on for now,” she said.

Then, Monica moved into her, resting her body against Bridgette’s, and began rocking while she connected their lips.

“God,” Bridgette let out when Monica moved her lips to her neck and her hands to her waist and pulled Bridgette into her in time with her own hips moving forward. “Take everything off, please,” she added.

“You need all of me pressed against you?”

“Fuck, yes,” Bridgette whispered.

Monica stepped back and removed her own shirt. Her bra went next, and Bridgette’s head lowered as if it had been too heavy for her to keep up as she took in Monica’s breasts. The look on her face told Monica that she had nothing to be insecure about. Bridgette’s eyes clearly showed that she liked what she was seeing, but if that hadn’t been enough, Bridgette licked her lips, too. Monica kicked off her own jeans and stood there in only her black panties.

“Are you wet?” Bridgette asked her, looking down at her center.

Instead of providing any kind of verbal response, Monica decided to show her. She reached for Bridgette’s hand and pressed it against her own sex.

“God, yes,” Bridgette moaned when she felt how wet Monica already was for her.

Monica dropped her hand, stepped back again, and then slowly removed her own panties. As she stood there naked now in front of her much younger lover, she felt the most confident she’d ever been in her entire adult life. She wanted to massage Bridgette’s breasts through her bra, pull a nipple out and suck on it, but she needed to see all of her more, so that would have to wait.

“Off,” she instructed, pointing at the bra in question.

When Bridgette quickly reached behind her own body and unclasped it, Monica moved to her and pulled it down and off, pressing Bridgette’s hands back against the wall and settling between her once more.

“Oh, wow,” she let out as she felt their centers move together for the first time.

“Mon?”

“Yes?” she asked, cupping one of Bridgette’s breasts.

“I meant it.”

“Meant what, babe?” she asked as she looked down at the pale nipple between her finger and thumb.

“That you can do whatever you want to me.”

Monica met Bridgette’s eyes with her own and looked at her questioningly.

“I want this.”

“Me taking you?”

“Yes,” Bridgette confirmed with a nod.

“Me too,” Monica replied as she rolled into her again. “You are so sexy.” She looked down between them to watch how their bodies were connecting in this dance for a second.

Her own nipples were rock-hard as they rubbed against Bridgette’s, and she was aching to be touched by Bridgette’s mouth. So, she decided to request just that. She cupped the back of Bridgette’s head and lowered it until Bridgette’s mouth was hovering over one greedy nipple.

“Suck,” she commanded softly.

Bridgette opened her mouth, and Monica’s eyes closed when she sucked her hard.

“Yes, just like that,” she said, pressing Bridgette’s head against her own body. “Just like that.”

She let go of Bridgette’s head after a minute and held her other breast up with her free hand, indicating that Bridgette should give it the same attention. When Bridgette licked it and sucked it into her mouth as well, Monica rocked her hips harder, needing the friction herself but wanting Bridgette to feel her, to want her to move faster and harder against her body.

“Come up here,” she said.

Bridgette obeyed, and Monica kissed her. She moved her thigh on the other side of Bridgette’s and rubbed her own sex over the hard muscle there. It made sense: Bridgette walked almost every day, and her thighs were the evidence. When Monica pressed her own thigh into her, Bridgette grunted, and her head went back to the wall. That provided Monica with the perfect opportunity to kiss her exposed neck again as she grasped Bridgette’s breast and lifted it enough so that she could suck on a nipple how Bridgette had just done for her.

“Yes,” Bridgette said softly.

Monica knew she’d take more time with these breasts later, but she wanted to make Bridgette come now, and she wanted to see her face when she did. Still, she continued to rub her sex harder against Bridgette’s thigh, feeling her own orgasm begin to build as she slipped a hand between Bridgette’s legs and met her eyes. She stroked Bridgette’s clit hard once and again, earning a moan and another expletive. Then, she quickly lowered her hand and pushed inside.

“Yes!” That came from Bridgette but wasn’t nearly as soft as her other sounds had been.

Monica took that as a good sign and began thrusting. She’d move slowly and curl another time. Now, she wanted to thrust as she drove her own center into Bridgette’s thigh.

“Do you like that?” she asked against Bridgette’s neck.

“Yes! Harder!”

Monica gave her what she wanted and thrust harder and deeper. Bridgette’s hands, which had been on the wall before, were on Monica’s ass now, cupping her hard and encouraging her to rub fast against her.

“I’m going to come against your thigh,” Monica said.

“Please,” Bridgette replied. “Yes, please.”

Monica about came just hearing her talk like that. No one had ever said, ‘Please,’ to her in the bedroom. She thrust again, earning another tight moan, and pulled out of Bridgette entirely for a second, only to push back inside her with a third finger added this time, filling her completely as Bridgette’s walls began to collapse around them.

“God, yes,” she let out when her hips began moving more erratically.

She knew she was going to come very soon, but she had to make Bridgette come first, so after a few more thrusts, she added a thumb to Bridgette’s hard clit and pressed down.

“Fuck!”

Bridgette was coming. Her hips thrashed against the wall, making it difficult for Monica to keep her rhythm, but she put everything she had into focusing on just that until she could feel Bridgette’s thrashing slow. Then, she rubbed herself harder and faster.

“I’m coming,” she said and bit down hard on Bridgette’s neck. “Fuck.”

It had been so long, and she hadn’t realized how much she’d needed the feel of another body pressed to her own. No, not just another body; Bridgette’s body. Bridgette, who knew what Monica needed and wanted what Monica needed to provide. Bridgette, who was funny and sassy and didn’t let her off the hook. Bridgette, who was maybe coming again right now.

“Are you–”

“Yes,” Bridgette said. “You’re… rubbing…”

Monica realized then that she’d begun rubbing Bridgette’s clit during the height of her own orgasm.

“Oh,” she said teasingly. “Should I stop?”

“Fuck, no,” Bridgette told her.

“Should I make it better?” she teased again.

“How can you–”

Monica knelt down in front of her.

“Oh,” Bridgette let out, looking at her.