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Night shifts at Home Run are long for Lupe, they last forever. It’s not because of the technicoloured sex toys that litter the walls (and beg her to sample them), it’s not even the parade of quirky customers that come in at odd hours and force her to be sociable.
No.
It’s Jess .
It’s been Jess for thirteen barely tolerable months now. It’s disorienting; the relentless flirting, and teasing, and touching, and the endless wanting that leaves Lupe tiptoeing the delicate edge of insanity every time she clocks in.
Lupe can feel the ache begin to swell in her belly as she refills the bowl of rechargeable bullet vibes, it’s just another hazard of the job, but she’s compensated with a generous staff discount which she takes liberal advantage of, so it’s not all bad.
She finds herself wishing Jess would take liberal advantage of her, would drag those teeth along her neck while pulling Lupe’s body flush against hers so they can share their body heat. She can feel her lip warming up beneath her teeth, so she shakes the impure thought out of her head just like she does every time Jess walks through that front door. It’s a regular step in Lupe’s routine.
Jess grins widely at her and eradicates the space between them as if she can’t stand it. She slips a coffee into Lupe’s hand, and the electricity jolts through Lupe as their fingers brush. The impure thoughts return, which is another unavoidable step in Lupe’s routine.
Jess smacks a kiss on Lupe’s cheek and Lupe hates how reactive her body is to Jess’ touch, her presence alone sends Lupe spiralling. They’re coworkers. It’s fine. It’s a joke, she’s just joking around. It’s actually very funny and not at all ruinous.
“Thanks Jess.” Lupe says, bringing the cup to her lips to deter her traitorous lips from smiling. At least she can blame her blushing on the copious amount of lingerie they have on display. Most of it is last year’s stock because their regular delivery has been delayed and they had to make do with what they had on hand.
“Anything for you.” Jess says with a wink.
This is quite possibly the best and worst job she’s ever had, she and Jess had fallen into step with each other almost instantly; passing the endless night shifts with their easy banter, lingering touches, shared cigarettes in the shadows out back, and pretending for 10 not-so-straight hours that she doesn’t have an empty apartment waiting for her and a cold bed that would look a whole lot warmer with Jess sprawled out on top of it.
Lupe takes another sip to balance herself, the coffee from The Office is Lupe’s favourite. Part of what makes it her favourite is that it’s out of Jess’ way, and every time Jess walks through that door and Lupe sees that logo matched with Jess’ grin, it makes Lupe’s stomach flip.
At least she’s not as obvious as poor Jo, the greengrocer from the supermarket two doors down. Maybelle’s just finished ringing her up a special order of her adult cookies and Jo looks like she might actually stop breathing all together.
Well … at least Lupe hopes she doesn’t seem as obvious.
Oh god.
She takes another sip and Jess rests her bodyweight against Lupe, they’re shoulder to shoulder and Lupe tries extra hard to focus on Jo who loses her balance as she backs away from the counter with the dorkiest grin on her face.
“Let me get that for you, sugar.” Maybelle says, abandoning the counter and opening the door for Jo who seems to have forgotten how to speak, her arms full of cookies that look like various vulvas, breasts, and kissable lips, specially made just for Jo.
Part of what Maybelle says she likes the most about Jo is how tightly buttoned up she is, how she blushes when she comes into the store, and how she gets her cigarettes from here even though she could get them from her own store with her own staff discount. Sometimes Maybelle will give Jo dirty movie recommendations when she comes in just to see her blush.
“Got a hot date tonight?” Jess asks.
“Just you, McCready.” Lupe says.
“Oh, you finally gonna take me to dinner? I put out you know.” Jess says suggestively, raising one of her eyebrows.
“Lucky you, so do I.” Lupe teases.
Jess brings her fist up to chin height, clenches her eyes shut and mouths ‘YES!’ It’s so silly that Lupe can’t not laugh.
Maybelle sighs dreamily, her hand on her chest and her eyes fixed to the ceiling.
“One of these days that girl is going to ask me out”. Maybelle says, gaining her composure and heading over to the counter to grab her purse.
“Why don’t you ask her?” Jess asks.
“Oh, thank you kindly, kettle.” Maybelle says.
“May!” Jess says.
“Huh?” Lupe asks.
“Never mind; now that you’re both here I’m heading off. There’s another order behind the counter, customer said they’d be in around 5.” She blows them a kiss over her shoulder as she swings the door open. “Bye boys, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“That doesn’t really leave a whole lot off the table May.” Jess calls out.
Maybelle’s cackle rings out in the car park as she leaves.
…………………
“Hey Lu, do you think I’d look hotter in the black or the red?” Jess asks, holding up lacey lingerie to her chest and daring Lupe to maintain her professionalism.
The retort is on the tip of Lupe’s tongue when a gaggle of five customers come in and interrupt them. They look young … definitely first-timers … they’re acting like they’ve never seen a Butt Plug before. One of the girls strides up to the counter and confidently points at the wall behind Lupe, clears her throat and asks for a packet of Marlboros.
“You and your friends got ID?” Lupe asks.
It almost looks like the girl’s confidence falters, but she reaches into her pocket, pulls out her wallet and presents her ID. Her friends do the same. The five of them are from varying states, and two of the kids are in each other’s ID photos with their arms wrapped around each other, these are fake.
“What’s your name?” Lupe asks.
“Maria Elena Rodriguez.” The girl says confidently, clearly she’s been rehearsing the content of the ID for her little mission.
“If I show our security footage to Saint Mary’s, what name will you be known by then?” Lupe asks, knowing that the closest school in proximity to the store is the catholic one. This group aren’t the first to try their luck.
The four stragglers sprint out of the store.
“… Esti.” She mumbles, looking small.
“That’s what I thought.” Lupe says, handing the ID back to Esti.
“Are you gonna call them?” The girl asks, her eyes are big and spooked.
“You gonna come back here before you’re 21?” Lupe asks.
“No.” Esti says.
“Then, no. I won’t call them.” Lupe says.
Esti smiles and makes a run for the exit, almost barrelling straight into a new customer, she’s fast. Lupe wonders if maybe she’s in the school track team, maybe even the baseball team.
“You’re so soft.” Jess says, clicking her tongue and making her way into Lupe’s personal space.
“I’m not soft.” Lupe says.
“You’re a little soft.” Jess says, grabbing one of Lupe’s loose curls and moving it out of her face.
Jess is just a touchy person, it has nothing to do with Lupe who is very fine and normal about their proximity.
The new customer wanders the aisles and Lupe notices that she looks a little lost.
“Red.” Lupe says, in answer to Jess’ earlier question. She’d like to kiss Jess’ shit eating grin off her face, but she can’t dwell on that , she needs to help this customer navigate the sea of sex toys in their arsenal.
“Need a hand finding anything?” Lupe asks.
The woman startles, shaking her head and mumbling about how she doesn’t need help. Lupe puts on her best customer service smile and moves to the next aisle over to make the lingerie more presentable after hurricane Jess’ impact. She’s frustrated, and the lace is still warm from being held in Jess’ hands.
Lupe hears the all too familiar sound of cardboard and plastic distorting and squeezing past each other.
“Hey!” Lupe reprimands.
The woman with chestnut hair and a farm girl face releases her grip on the package as Lupe snatches it out of her hands. Smart girl, Lupe has been itching for a fight all week.
“It … it was open when I-” Farm girl starts.
“No, it wasn’t, get out of here!” Lupe scolds her.
“I just wanted a better look!” Farmgirl says.
“It’s cylindrical! You can see that through the packaging. Now unless you’re going to pay for it,” Lupe’s eyes finish her sentence for her, and Farmgirl dashes out of the store, crashing into the bowl of rechargeable bullet vibes that Lupe had carefully put together earlier.
Lupe turns the package around in her hand, the dildo isn’t damaged, but they can’t sell it now, it has one of two fates, the sales bin or … Bev.
“Jess, give me a hand.” Lupe calls out.
“Where do you want ‘em?” Jess asks, strolling into the aisle and wiggling her fingers. Her eyebrow, the one with the scar that keeps Lupe up at night, is raised suggestively.
“Got Bev a Valentines Day present.” Lupe says, holding it up for her. “Help me strap it on.”
“Damn, buy a girl a drink first.” Jess teases.
“Stop being cute.” Lupe says, she can feel the blush spreading and she doesn’t care, if she spends too much time tying herself into knots about how Jess makes her feel and act like a fool, she’d never get any work done and the store would fall into disrepair.
Bev, the store’s only fully intact mannequin, has an impressive chest harness nicely secured, so they’ll have to secure the new harness around her hips.
“Big Bev is going to love it.” Jess beams.
Jess’ fingers work quickly to adjust the straps, but Lupe watches them tremble a little when Lupe pulls the dildo through the O ring. Maybe she’s delusional, but it sends sparks firing in every direction inside her body when she imagines that she might be the reason Jess’ composure falters a little.
When they’re done, Lupe whistles long and low, folding her arms in front of her chest, Big Bev looks quite dashing all strapped up. Jess puts her arm over Lupe’s shoulders, and she becomes conscious of her breathing, the air is suddenly thick, and her heartbeat is loud in her ears.
It’s harder during holidays to tamper the impulse to pour her heart out, Valentines Day has got to be the worst. It swishes around in her chest like the feeling has lost its form, pooling around itself until it’s liquid, forming the words which bubble up against her voice box every time Jess is near, threatening to spill out themselves if Lupe doesn’t do it first. She swallows hard, debating whether or not to push the feelings back down to her ribs or to let them run wild.
Jess’ eyes are on her, they’re inevitably always on her. She feels them like a touch, knows exactly where Jess’ eyes are landing by how her skin tingles at being observed. She’s sure now that if she turns her head just slightly, she’ll catch them on her mouth. She dares it.
“Hello?”
The spell breaks.
“Hey Shirley,” Jess says, taking her arm away from Lupe and all the heat in the world along with it. “I’ll get your stuff.”
“I appreciate it.” Shirley says, walking up to Lupe.
“Shit, sorry Shirley, I meant to call. Our deliveries are behind and-”
“Maybelle called me on Tuesday, I already know.” She says, her voice is low and layered with authority, like she’s used to being in charge.
Lupe catches Shirley looking forlornly at the waterproof fainting lounge in the centre of the store, the covers come in a variety of colours. Jess had been an evangelist for the waterproof blankets since she started work here, and the couch covers have allegedly changed her life. She told Shirley as much.
Jess had listed off how she knows firsthand that these covers would prevent any spills and staining from lubricant, squirting, massage oil, or wax play and would be quickly cleaned and ready for reuse, giving the user the peace of mind to get truly messy. Lupe could barely see the love dice in the palm of her hand with the unbidden images her mind was supplying of Jess leaning over her, hot wax cooling and drying on her skin, bringing her senses to life, and Lupe begging for Jess to please touch her.
Shirley had smiled, said that she was pleased to combine her love of cleanliness, safety, and chairs in the one product. She ordered the black, red, pink, and peach colours, Jess said that she would order one for herself … and Lupe didn’t sleep a wink that night.
Back in the present, Lupe nods, glad that she’s not going to inconvenience a very loyal customer. Especially one who spends as much money as Shirley. Home Run isn’t the closest store to her dungeon, and it isn’t the most convenient. The team always give Shirley their staff discount code when she comes through as an additional thank you.
“How is your hypothetical friend progressing with her hypothetical crisis?” Shirley asks.
Lupe forgot she’d asked Shirley in a moment of weakness what to do when dealing with a workplace crush.
“Uh, I think they chickened out.” Lupe says, rubbing the back of her own neck.
“Too many variables to consider?” Shirley asks.
“Something like that.” Lupe says, looking over Shirley’s shoulder at Jess, who emerges from beneath the counter with the special order of inappropriate cookies in her hands and smiles back at Lupe. Lupe thinks her heart faints inside of her and stops working altogether.
Shirley makes a considering noise, examining one of the riding crops on display.
“Consequences are there for a reason, sometimes they’re bad and sometimes they’re very very good. But there are also consequences to doing nothing at all. Your friend should take her power back. Take control. Tell her blonde coworker that she wants to do filthy things with her and gauge the reciprocity.” Shirley says, as if it’s simple.
“I didn’t tell you she was blonde.” Is all Lupe can think to say.
“No, you didn’t.” Shirley agrees, putting the riding crop back, she already owns that one.
Shit.
………………..
“It should start quietening down soon.” Lupe says as a gentleman customer leaves the store.
Historically, Valentine’s Day has been a relatively easy shift. Once 6pm hits everyone will be at their dinner reservations or watching their movies or proposing or making their grand gestures or be too busy fucking to come out. The only customers they’ll really get now are the ones who need emergency assistance; those with a broken toy or a shiny new unlocked kink, and then it’ll be quiet, it’ll just be Jess and Lupe.
“Alone at last.” Jess sighs.
…………………….
Lupe leans her elbow on the counter, rests her chin in her hand, and stares out over the quiet store floor. She feels every part of her body ache to get up, storm up to Jess who is alphabetising the adult films, and tell her that her eyes are ruining Lupe’s life, consequences be damned. She doesn’t though because she would like to keep her job.
She sighs. This is the longest shift ever.
Something catches Lupe’s eye.
“Oh, you have got to be kidding me.” Lupe says, looking at the grainy tv footage showing the car park where a very late delivery truck has just pulled in, and parked like an asshole.
“I’ll get it.” Jess says.
Lupe scowls at the screen, hoping Dove can feel the fire burning him alive through it. If Shirley weren’t so punctual or if Dove was more so, Shirley would have been able to pick up her order today.
“I’ve got a big package with your name on it, ma’am.” Jess says, returning, wheeling the boxes on the trolley.
“Oh boy, I don’t have any money.” Lupe plays along.
“We can work something out sweetheart.” Jess winks.
“Who are you calling sweetheart?” Lupe rebuts warmly, looking Jess up and down, taking her time with it.
Jess giggles, the sound is magic.
Lupe remembers herself, tries to compose her face into one that’s not so affected by Jess’ jawline or the way her eyes crinkle when she smiles like that.
“Ugh. I put this order in a month ago! That damn Dove!” Lupe grumbles.
“Shit, well there’s still time, let’s charge up some testers and mark them all down.” Jess offers.
“Yeah ok, gimme.” Lupe says, grabbing one of the packaged toys.
“Ooh what made you order that one?” Jess asks in a way that might sound casual if it weren’t for the subtle shake in her voice.
“It has this rumbling setting that I’m dying to try!” Lupe says.
“Oh yeah?” Jess asks in a way that is far too flirty.
“Yeah.” Lupe says, her braincells frantically climbing over one another trying to keep this conversation going and coming up short.
“I’m partial to the Strapless Double Rider, have you tried that one yet?” Jess asks.
“No, not yet. I definitely want to get one to review.” Lupe says, turning the box over in her hands to inspect the features. The rounded head stirs the heat growing inside of her belly.
“No problem, I can give you a demo sometime.” Jess says.
Did she just -
“It’s your turn to pick the colour.” Jess says, gesturing at the contents in front of them.
“Hmmm.” Lupe thinks for a moment. “Blue.” She decides.
She pointedly does not think about how blue Jess’ eyes are … or how good Jess looks in blue … and she definitely does not think about how insanely hot Jess would with this blue number strapped tightly to her hips. Lupe swallows hard.
Jess nods, takes it from Lupe, opens it up, gives it a once over with a toy wipe, and puts the dildo on charge behind the counter. Last time Jess got to choose the tester colour she chose pink, and by the end of the shift, Lupe’s cheeks matched it almost perfectly.
Lupe rummages through the box to mentally categorise the stock so that they can get them up on the shelves.
“Jess why did you order so much body chocolate?” Lupe asks.
“It’s Valentine’s Day! Why’d you order so many of these candy hearts?” Jess asks.
“I didn’t.” Lupe defends before looking into the box Jess is holding “Oh shit. I must’ve put the numbers in wrong. Fuck.”
“It’s ok, we’ll sell ‘em.” Jess smiles, taking a fresh waterproof cover to the fainting lounge to replace the old display one, she’s chosen red for Valentines Day.
Her relentless optimism is another thing that threatens to push Lupe over the edge right into insanity.
……………………………
“Hey Lu, wanna see how long it takes me to get out of these?” Jess asks, holding the fuzzy cuffs out to her.
Lupe walks over to her.
“Nah, these ones are shit quality, you’d be out of them in a minute tops. Gotta go for these ,” she reaches down, grabs the braided stainless steel ones that quickly warm to match body heat.
“These,” she says, slipping them onto Jess’ wrists. Jess’ breath hitches, it makes Lupe’s insides tighten. “Will keep you out of trouble.” She secures them.
Jess looks flushed. Lupe watches her throat bob to swallow. It’s thrilling to think that maybe Jess wants her even if she’s imagining it.
God, she wants to tell her how she feels.
“Lu,” Jess starts.
Lupe’s heart stops, savouring the moment, every part of her paying attention.
The door opens.
Fucking dammit.
Lupe doesn’t even stifle her groan as she pulls herself out of Jess’ orbit to see if she can usher these people out in record time.
Her cheeks hurt from the faux smile she’s plastered on her face.
“Looking for anything special?” Lupe asks.
Lupe can hear Jess struggling with the cuffs in the aisle where she left her, it makes her breathing quicken.
“Hi, hello, yes. My Husb- Gary- bought me a voucher for this place for Valentines Day and I wanted to use it right away.” The woman says, a wicked smile forming on her face.
The man, presumably Gary, makes his way over to the dirty movies and starts flicking through them, seemingly shy with the conversation.
“Do you know what you might like?” Lupe asks the woman, who’s inspecting the toys like she’s been let loose in a candy shop.
“Ooh, what about this one? It looks like an Egyptian king!” The woman says.
“Mm, I wouldn’t recommend it, I tried it and wore it out after just a couple months but this gal,” Lupe picks up a pink rabbit “is still going strong.”
Lupe thinks she can hear Jess make a whiny noise, and she’s not sure if it’s because she hasn’t managed to get out of the cuffs or if she feels the same way that Lupe feels when she overhears Jess give product recommendations. Lupe looks over her shoulder at Jess who has turned quite pink. Lupe returns her attention to the customer.
“It’s also how I learnt to squirt”. Lupe says.
There’s a clatter of stock being dropped coming from Jess’ direction. Lupe smiles.
They’re just having fun, Jess is not shy, Lupe knows intimate details about Jess that her mind replays in private moments, if Jess wanted Lupe, she would’ve made it known by now.
“Hmm, that does look nice. Guy is stationed a few states away most of the time. So, we’re wanting to make the most of our time together. Do you have any other recommendations? Something we can both enjoy?” The woman asks.
“Of course,” Lupe says, putting the vibrator back and leading the woman to another area in the store. “There are a lot of fun couples toys you can try. Have you tried any of the ones with Bluetooth?”
“What? No.”
Lupe holds out a small green wearable G-spot stimulating vibe and puts it in the customer’s hand.
“Well, you simply slip this inside; you can be out to dinner, and he could be in control of your pleasure from across the table. There are some that pair with really good apps, meaning that he could make you come from wherever he’s stationed.” Lupe says and that makes the woman perk up even more.
“Holy … are they really noticeable though? Like will people know I’m wearing them?” The woman asks.
“Not at all, it’s really discreet, which is honestly part of the fun when you turn it on.” Lupe says.
The customer looks like she’s on the fence.
“I’m wearing one right now.” Lupe says.
“Really?” The customer looks her up and down admiringly.
No. But Lupe’s not above a little fib to get a sale.
“Yeah, you see that tall glass of water over there, if I get out of line … all she needs to do is open the app on her phone, and it’s all over for me.” Lupe says, gesturing over to Jess who has found herself helping her own customer.
Jess’ customer is this pretty femme woman, Lupe can hear her attribute her name to the city of Florida. Lupe wishes the woman were in Florida and not here making those eyes at Jess.
“You see, I have this new girlfriend and we wanted to make tonight special.” Florida says.
“Have you strapped before?” Jess asks.
“No.” Florida looks a bit embarrassed; she shouldn’t be.
“Easy, I guess it depends on what you’re looking for. Without a doubt, that one is great and is beginner friendly, but the briefs give you more control and well … precision is key.” Jess says. Lupe feels totally normal about overhearing this discussion and is not at all flustered.
“Are they comfortable?”
“‘Course they are, I wouldn’t recommend them if they weren’t, I’m wearing some now, see?” Jess says, tugging her shirt up and revealing that she is indeed wearing the strap briefs with the burgundy waistband.
Lupe’s mind races with reasons that Jess would be wearing them at work. Maybe she’s getting a commission from the brand for recommending them. Maybe it’s laundry day. Maybe Jess is just proactively prepared for any strap related emergency that might befall her.
Lupe focuses very hard on ringing up her customers who have decided to get the wearable G-spot vibrator as well as some body chocolate and strawberry flavoured condoms. She ignores how her heart is beating right out of her shirt.
She thinks she’s forgotten how to count. Jess is just going on and on ; it’s good customer service, but Lupe’s fingers hurt from gripping the counter so tightly just to stay upright.
Lupe catches a glimpse of the briefs; she knows the ones. The waistband is thick and the O ring is stitched in. Seeing the logo now, it makes Lupe’s breath come short. She knows there’s a small pouch inside where you can insert a bullet vibe to stimulate the wearer’s clit. Lupe bites her lip.
“Are you alright honey?” Lupe’s customer asks her.
“Yeah yep, totally fine.” Lupe responds, clearing her throat and trying to recentre herself.
“Because you look kinda feverish.”
It’s getting too much, is Jess doing this on purpose?!?!? Jess is now giving the customer the rundown on the waterproof couch in the centre of the store, running her hands over the material like Lupe wishes she would run her hands over her instead.
Her customers leave with their goodies in discreet packaging and smiles on their faces.
Lupe has reached her threshold with the yearning she feels and is about to risk her job and fly over the counter to get to Jess.
Another customer walks in.
Lupe wants to resign.
…………….
Lupe empties another bag of the candy hearts into a bowl on the counter, they’ll have to give them away to get rid of them. They say all sorts of things “Date?”, “Stay 4 Breakfast”, “Get naked”, “Eat me.” among others. Lupe wishes she could be as transparent.
Maybe she should just do it, rip the Band-Aid off, jump out of the plane and see where she lands.
“Why do you look so serious?” Lupe asks Jess, tossing a candy heart at her with the words KISS ME on it.
Jess reads it and smirks, pops it in her mouth and looks like she savours it. She has one pen behind her ear and another in her hand furiously scribbling.
“Did you know we’ve sold 4.6 miles of dildos so far this financial year.” Jess asks her. The night shift is slow.
“How in the hell do you know that?” Lupe laughs.
“I keep a tally.” Jess says proudly, holding up her notepad.
Lupe moves in closer to Jess, taking in the scribble and feeling the air shift, sensing where Jess’ eyes land on her.
“Impressive.” Lupe says, her voice comes out lower than she thought, gravelly.
“Yeah, you are.” Jess says, her pupils blown and darting between Lupe’s.
Lupe has to take a breath otherwise she’ll drown in the intensity; she doesn’t move away though.
“If I’m so impressive,” she starts, easily freeing the notepad out of Jess’ hands and laying it on the counter. She steps in closer; Jess could close the space between them if she wanted to, it’d answer every question Lupe has had for the last 13 months. “Why haven’t you asked me out yet?”
She is the bravest woman in the world.
Jess’ eyes are immediately drawn to Lupe’s lips, Lupe wets them in anticipation. She can feel her pulse hammering beneath her collarbones, can feel her insides tighten, and her bones beg her to jolt forward, eradicate any and all space forever. But it’s Jess’ move, and Lupe’s pretty sure she’s about to make it.
A gust of wind blows through the now open door. Lupe and Jess sigh loudly, looking at the floor gives Lupe a moment of reprieve from Jess’ intense eyes.
Lupe turns on her heels and makes her way to the customer who is tall with auburn hair and who has made a beeline straight for the rabbits.
“Oh, this one?” Lupe asks, pulling the familiar pink rabbit off the shelf for the woman who gives her a polite affirming smile.
Jess charges in front of her, poaching the customers attention.
“It’s great, she uses it, take it, get out, we’re closed, move-” Jess says, ushering the confused but delighted customer out of the store. Heat flushes through Lupe, Jess has been listening to her product recommendations … has been thinking about her.
“They haven’t paid!” Lupe says.
Jess closes the door on the customer.
“Jess!” Lupe says.
Jess swings back around to lock eyes with Lupe. Lupe is pinned down by them. Undone by them.
“Do you want me to ask you out?” Jess asks, her eyes are hopeful and there’s a small quirk to her lips, like she’s chewing on saying something more dangerous.
“Do you want to ask me out?” Lupe asks, a little bratty but mostly she just wants confirmation that Jess wants her.
“Answer the question, Lu.” Jess says, her tone of voice is like syrup, and Lupe wants to drown in it.
“I’m not really good with words.” Lupe says, it’s a dare and Jess knows it.
“Neither am I.” Jess says, Lupe has never seen her eyes look so dark.
Time stands still … until it doesn’t.
Jess turns the closed sign so that it is facing outwards, even though they’re certainly not closed. She turns the door lock and Lupe feels the air thinning around her.
Jess’ hands are suddenly in Lupe’s hair, and their lips come together in a frenzied wet kiss that feels needy. Jess presses into her, Lupe’s knees are weak, and she goes willingly, relying on muscle memory so as not to fall over.
Lupe feels herself be backed into the counter, Jess’ hands stroking under her shirt and leaving her skin riddled with goosebumps. Lupe reaches behind herself to blindly push away the items on display just as Jess lifts her up onto the counter. The small bottles of lube tumble around her and she doesn’t care when some topple to the ground because Jess is kissing her again. Jess’ tongue tastes like freedom.
Her legs open easy for Jess and her ankles pull Jess closer, Jess moans into her mouth and the sound alone might make Lupe come right here and now.
Jess’ fingers unbutton Lupe’s jeans, slide down into her underwear, and drag the wetness up over her clit. It’s fire. Jess rubs delicious circles over it, she’s already at the brink, her face in Jess’ neck and Jess’ whispered praise in her ear. She lets out an embarrassing sound that Jess responds to gliding her teeth over Lupe’s neck.
Jess hums, “I’m barely touching you.”
“Touch me,” Lupe gasps, “ more then”. And suddenly there are fingers in Lupe’s hair, pulling her closer and making her feel held and hot.
Jess pulls her hand away and Lupe would shout out in protest if she didn’t feel where her hands land instead, her hands tug at the waistband of Lupe’s underwear and tug them and the jeans down, Lupe kicks her shoes off helpfully, and Jess’ mouth litters kisses up Lupe’s bare thighs, and then she stands as if she can’t take it anymore and pulls Lupe into a deep kiss.
Lupe knows what she wants; she’s gripping Jess’ hips, pulling her in and grinding her clit against her, rolling herself over and over and she is being about as assertive as she can be without opening her mouth – in her defence, it’s hard to be any more assertive about her needs with Jess’ tongue in her mouth.
“You need something baby?” Jess asks.
“Yeah.” Lupe pants, stretching to reach for the tester vibe. She unplugs it and holds it out for Jess to decide if she’s down. It’s risen and curved in a gorgeous way that makes Lupe’s fingers itch.
“Oh shit.” Jess says, and it sounds like joy.
Lupe beams, and Jess slips her pants down to her ankles and loops the dildo through the O ring stitched into her briefs. Lupe touches herself, admiring the view of Jess’ hand disappearing inside her briefs, her other comes to the front and pulls the strap through the O ring.
“Can’t stand how hot you are. You’re killing me.” Jess says.
Lupe pulls Jess into a kiss, she’s already opened one of the scattered bottles of lube. She gently guides Jess by the cock bringing her in closer, she lathers it with enough lube to make it slippery. Jess is biting her lower lip as she slowly fills Lupe up.
Whenever Lupe runs her hands over her own body in her most private moments, she imagines Jess’ fingers, her lips, her tongue. Lupe is pretty damn good at fucking herself, but Jesus, the real thing is so much fucking better.
Jess holds onto the base with one hand to make sure it is directed exactly where Lupe needs it. It fits Jess tight, like it’s an extension of her. Jess finds the rhythm that makes Lupe’s eyes flutter closed, perfects it, and fucks her with such delicious force. Her whole body is alive with it and it’s intoxicatingly apparent that Jess has wanted this for a while.
The material of the briefs is thin enough that when Lupe drags her nails across Jess’ ass, it makes Jess tremble. Jess retaliates by turning the toy on, the vibration rumbles through Lupe’s body and makes her see stars.
Lupe grips onto Jess’ shoulders for dear life, breathing through the relentless building waves that crest as Jess thrusts inside her.
“Want you to come for me.” Jess says, and it pulls Lupe’s resolve apart and she succumbs to the blackness that begs for her attention, giving Jess exactly what she wants.
Lupe’s forehead rests against Jess’ shoulder, they’re still now, Jess has turned the toy off, she can feel the pulse in her cunt press against the dildo still inside her. Jess holds her until Lupe catches her breath, kissing the hair on top of Lupe’s head.
“Take these off.” Lupe says, tapping Jess’ hip, and they slide apart slowly. The glide makes Lupe want it again, but she wants to touch Jess more.
Lupe gets off the counter while Jess steps out of her pants, abandoning the briefs and the dildo (that Lupe will definitely be buying) to the side. Lupe looks her up and down appreciatively while she moves and takes a seat on the waterproof loveseat in the centre of the store. Jess walks over to her, tearing her own shirt off, desperate to be touched.
Jess leans down and kisses her and Lupe pulls her down on top of her. Jess’ legs open easily for her like the gates of heaven, mounting Lupe like she owns her.
She leans in, capturing Jess’ lips with hers, kissing her until she starts making sweet sounds. She parts Jess’ lips with her tongue and deepens it. Lupe uses all the knowledge she’s accumulated over the year to her advantage and touches her everywhere, enjoying the swell of her breasts, the dip in her waist, her firm hipbone, she can feel her own breath shaking with it.
Lupe brings her hand between Jess’ legs and drags her fingers along the slickness of her. Jess looks so fucking good in her lap and her hips are shifting, chasing Lupe’s touch.
“Please fuck me, Lu.” Jess begs, she’s so pretty when she’s needy.
Lupe slides two fingers into Jess and feels herself become wet again when Jess throws her head back.
Jess rides her with so much passion that it’s obvious she’s been aching for it for longer than just tonight; and it is better than she imagined, her mind had done a wicked job of imagining it … but this is better. This is real. Jess is saying her name.
Fuck.
Lupe is in awe watching this strong composed woman coming apart in her hands, her whines are hot against Lupe’s ear, and Lupe would bet that they’re involuntary judging by the tremor in Jess’ throat.
Jess’ hips and hands are needy, grabbing at the parts of Lupe that aren’t touching her, or aren’t touching her firmly enough.
It’s dizzying, frantic, desperate.
Lupe kisses the crease on Jess’ forehead, she is flushed pink and panting.
Jess is thinking too hard.
“Jess, baby, let go for me.” Lupe says.
Jess whines. Her beautiful hips stop thrusting, her face scrunches up beautifully, and her mouth hangs wide open with a silent shout on her lips. The orgasm grips Jess and she crashes down harder onto Lupe’s fingers, which Lupe curls deliberately pulling out another groan from her that Lupe aches to swallow.
“Good girl, that’s it.” Lupe says. Jess groans loud and unfiltered into the space around them. Her orgasm floods over Lupe’s knuckles and drips down her forearm, the delighted and primal shriek Jess releases is almost as delicious as the kiss that follows.
At least Lupe knows for sure now that this couch is waterproof.
They breathe together for a few minutes. Lupe pulls her fingers free and wraps her arms around Jess, letting her cuddle into her and come back down to earth.
“We’re gonna have to pay for this you know.” Jess smiles, looking down at the mess they’ve created.
“Thank God for our staff discount” Lupe says, leaning in to kiss her again.
Jess kisses sweetly after sex, Lupe never wants to stop kissing her. Jess’ smile breaks the seal of the kiss though.
“Why’re you smiling?” Lupe asks, kissing the corner of her upturned lips instead.
Jess hums, looking up at the clock on the wall above the door.
“15 minutes left of Valentines Day.” Jess says, “Wanna be my Valentine?” She asks, some of her usual cockiness coming through.
“Yeah.” Lupe says, smiling widely at her, and losing herself in the blue skies of Jess’ eyes.
Jess kisses her softly.
“Best Valentine’s Day ever.” Lupe mumbles against Jess’ lips.