Author's Note
After many years of reading, I'm dipping my toe in the erotica publishing pool. I welcome any and all feedback. This will become an ongoing series between two women. This chapter sketches out the relationship between Jana and Barbara.
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Copyright 2020 by Virginia Cunningham. All rights reserved.
Chapter 2
I moaned into the refrigerator, savouring it's cool air against my chest. I wanted to strip off and climb into it, but Jana would be out of the shower soon and then we'd have some dinner. Still, I pulled the fabric of my dress down a little, baring more of my breasts to the soothing coolness and sighed again. My nipples started to stiffen, and I had to stop myself from pinching on one. I've always enjoyed that.
I grabbed what I needed and reluctantly closed the door again. The kitchen was dark and cooler than the rest of the house, but still the heat was oppressive. I was preparing a simple meal: a large salad, bread, dips and raw vegetables, a bowl of herby grains. We'd eat it on the porch and talk, and then have fruit after if Jana wanted.
I heard the shower turn off in the bathroom down the hall as I was working. I considered taking a shower myself before dinner but I knew I'd enjoy it more if I got straight into bed after so I'd save it for later. The bathroom door opened as I was sprinkling some sliced radishes through the mixed greens, and Jana came out into the kitchen area.
My heart raced when I looked up at her. She was wrapped in a threadbare cotton towel I'd given her, one that only barely covered the tops of her thighs. Her hair was wet and bedraggled and droplets of water spilled over her bare shoulders. I gulped and internally scolded myself to calm down. If Jana noticed me gawking, she didn't say anything although she smirked at me as she tasted one of the radishes.
"I like seeing you work with your hands," she said, watching me work. I liked when I met her approval.
"Here, taste one of the peppers. They're so sweet." I had been mixing the salad by hand, and found a sliver of red pepper. I held it out and she crossed the space between us, eating it out of my fingertips. Her lips felt soft against my fingers, and I tried to hold back a sigh when I felt her breath on my hand. I wanted Jana very badly at that moment, wanted to drop her towel and make her come on the kitchen counter.
"So good," she murmured, licking her lips. "What time will dinner be ready?"
"5 minutes or so, just long enough for you to dry off and change," I replied, finishing the salad with some fresh herbs. "If you need a bigger towel, I can get one. I didn't realise that was so small for you."
Jana looked down at the towel covering her figure as if she had just noticed how revealing it was. She smirked again, maddeningly: "I didn't know you were such a prude, Barbara. I thought art professors were supposed to be bohemians. What's a little thigh between friends?"
She was teasing me now, and my heart settled a little. The sweet ache between my legs didn't. I vaguely heard her tell me the towel was fine and not to worry.
"Are you showering before dinner?"
"No, I'll get one later and then get straight into bed. I'll feel more relaxed that way, washing off the day." Jana was pulling a knotty tangle out of her hair. I couldn't figure out that look. The hopeful part of me wondered if she was thinking about me in the shower. I was flattering myself. She was my ex student, staying with me for a fortnight while her ex took their child to his parent's house. I was old enough to be her mother, with the saggy breasts and crows feet to go with it. I didn't even know if she liked women.
"Get changed, I'll set the table, we'll eat on the porch," I said to her. I watched her walk towards her room. She dropped the towel just as she passed through the door and I was greeted with a view of her bare ass before the door closed. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, trying to focus.
I badly needed to come, that would settle me. The heat always made me feel this way but Jana was a catalyst. I'd wait until she was asleep and attend to myself. It occurred to me that I didn't know how thin the walls were.