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************************************************************************ Table Nine By Tom Cup
The restaurant was frantically busy. It always seemed to be when one of the waitresses called in sick, or some emergency prevented one of them from coming to work; and of course, on days like these, there was the annoying customer -- like the woman at table nine -- that would keep calling for Jessica' attention. Can I have a little more water, coffee and on and on? "Jesus," Jessica thought, "couldn't the woman see that there were other customers. Couldn't she see that the restaurant was understaffed? And didn't she know that the tip from water, coffee and salad was not enough to warrant the attention she demanded, of course not." Jessica hated the predictability of it all.
"I'll take my check," the bothersome customer said.
"I'll be right with you," Jessica answered in exasperation.
Jessica admitted that the silky dark hair woman had a seductive quality. If Jessica hadn't been so busy she might have hovered a bit at the table and tried to strike up conversation, feel the woman out to discover if they had anything in common, at the very least, get a good long look at her lengthy legs but there was little time for those pleasures today.
Jessica was sixteen when she discovered the joys of pure female relationships. She thought of the apprehensive initiation she had with her classmate during a sleepover. Jessica was sure that she was unaware of the nature of her feelings toward Kathleen but wasn't sure whether Kathleen had staged the nights events or not. It started with Kathleen mentioning how out of style Jessica's hair was and offering to style it for her. Jessica agreed and Kathleen went to work, washing, conditioning, brushing, curling, teasing just about everything that could be done to Jessica's hair was tried. Jessica remembered Kathleen's perfumed smell as it wafted on the air following Kathleen's movements. The warmth of Kathleen's body radiated, mixing with Jessica rising temperature, making Jessica light headed. By the time her hair was done, and Kathleen wanted to take pictures, Jessica was ready to agree to anything.
Jessica modeled her new hairdo with relish as Kathleen gave direction. The posing became more and more seductive. Kathleen continued to give direction but the camera was laid on the nightstand. Jessica didn't care. There was a thrill in seductively posing for Kathleen. Laughter busted from both girls; they fell on the bed, laying together as the humor opened them to candor.
"You're so cute," Kathleen said brushing Jessica's check. Jessica blushed; she felt warmth move from her belly into her crotch, she began to tremble and her flesh goose bumped. "You cold?" Kathleen asked. Jessica nodded though she knew that the temperature in the room didn't cause the sudden chill. Kathleen pulled back the covers and sheets and invited Jessica to join her. Jessica slid in beside her friend.
Kathleen held her, warming Jessica with her body, rubbing apprehension from Jessica's body while filling her with anticipation; whispering how much she cared for her, how she wouldn't do anything to hurt her or embarrass her, how happy she was to be her friend. Jessica gasped when she felt Kathleen's hand side up her inner thigh but she did not protest. Jessica's face flushed as Kathleen began to massage the wet spot in her panties. Jessica's parted her legs giving Kathleen freer access to the moistening spot.
"You OK with this," Kathleen whispered.
"Yes," Jessica breathed and turning to look Kathleen in the eyes found that their lips touched. Both girls opened their mouths to one another; they kissed slowly, softly, unrushed. Kathleen made her way on top of Jessica, slipping her hand under Jessica's panties, covering her mound with her hand and sliding a finger into Jessica's slit. Jessica moaned, her hand pressed against Kathleen's back forcing their breast to dance together. Their lips remained locked. Kathleen's hand continued to work Jessica's clit. Warm, tingling sensations were mounting, teasingly. Jessica's hips began moving involuntarily, she wanted more of the sensations that Kathleen was giving her; her breathing became erratic.
"You want more," Kathleen asked.
"Oh yes," Jessica whispered.
Kathleen removed the covers and stripped Jessica's panties from her. Jessica lifted her bottom and then her legs to aid in the process; she watched as Kathleen's head fell toward her crotch. At first, Jessica didn't know what to make of the sensations caused by the sandy soft feeling of Kathleen's tongue but quickly her analytical mind gave way to her pleasure centers and her body responded. She wanted Kathleen to forever remain between her legs. Jessica's hips darted upward, creating its own anti-rhythm to meet with Kathleen's darting tongue. Jessica heard herself moan, sensed her own staggered breathing, felt her body come alive in a new and sensual way; her hands involuntarily forced Kathleen's head to add pressure to her clit, her nipples hardened, fluids released from her vagina, warm pressure spread rapidly from her vulva through her entire body. Jessica wanted to scream but her jaws snapped shut, her body went into spasm, tears flowed from her eyes as she experienced pure sexual release. Kathleen had taught Jessica the beauty of being a woman and from that moment on Jessica desired nothing else.
Jessica quickly added the tab for table nine: $6.23. Jessica smiled to contain her laugh. "I'll probably get stiffed on the tip." She handed the ticket to the woman. Their eyes met. The woman smiled.
"Here, you can keep the change."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
Jessica opened the register, watching the woman gather her things and leave. Looking at the bill in her hand Jessica discovered that it was a hundred dollar bill. The woman must have mistaken it for a ten. Jessica smiled briefly, sighed hesitantly, and ran out the door.
"Miss! Miss!"
"Yes?"
"I think you made a mistake. You gave me a hundred dollar bill by mistake."
"Oh," laughed the woman, "It wasn't a mistake. Watching you was well worth every penny."
"Oh," whisper Jessica.
"Sorry if I embarrassed you."
"No, no. It's fine. I just wish it wasn't so busy, that we had time to talk." Jessica looked nervously toward the restaurant, before continuing, "Will I see you again?"
"Reserve me a table."
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