She didn’t repeat her mistake from New Years. She wanted to remember every detail. How soft Scarlet’s lips were. How her tongue danced between her own lips and tempted Neera to do things she’d only ever dreamed of. Scarlet’s hand swept around and cupped Neera’s hip, then her bottom through her black pants.
Neera whimpered and poured all of herself into the kiss. She let Scarlet deepen it by tilting her face back. Scarlet led, teaching Neera what she liked. She tasted like the peach juice she liked to sneak into her metal water bottle and pretend like it was water and not a sugary beverage.
Neera’s head spun at the sweet taste. She wanted more. She wanted everything. Scarlet’s tongue stroked hers, setting her on fire throughout her whole body. Neera’s nipples were hard points, aching as badly as she was between her legs. She angled into Scarlet, pressing her body up against hers, curves meeting curves. Neera set her hands at Scarlet’s hips, but then let one hand trail boldly lower, reaching for the hem of Scarlet’s dress. Scarlet whimpered into the kiss as Neera pushed the soft, silky fabric up. Her back arched and her hips thrust forward, into Neera’s hand.
Neera slid her hand up Scarlet’s bare leg, hissing at the satiny warmth of her skin. She kept going, letting her fingers tease at her panties at the inside of her thigh. When her fingers swept over the drenched satin at Scarlet’s core, a jolt of desire rocked Neera’s body so hard that her teeth chattered, and she let out a groan.
Scarlet recaptured her lips immediately and rocked her hips into her hand. Neera ached between her thighs. She wanted to guide Scarlet’s hand there, beg her for her touch, for release, but she didn’t. She focused instead on touching Scarlet above her panties, on the sharp, little whimpers of pleasure she made as Neera skimmed over her satin clad clit.
God, she wanted to taste her. She needed to taste her. She wanted to get on her knees and sweep Scarlet’s legs over her shoulders and feast on her until she was writhing and moaning and coming on her face.
Neera didn’t want to scare Scarlet off. This was already more than she had ever hoped for. Instead, she went slow, pushing the fabric of Scarlet’s panties aside so that she could run her finger over her there without any barrier at all between them. Scarlet’s hips slammed into her hand, and Neera swallowed her whimpers in a kiss. She was so wet already. She was so perfectly smooth. Neera ran her finger through Scarlet’s slit, gathering the moisture there before she swirled it gently over her clit.
Scarlet threw her head back against the wall and gasped. She grasped Neera’s shoulders, digging her nails in through the thin fabric of Neera’s blouse. Neera was so lightheaded that she nearly felt dizzy and giddy with disbelief that this was real. She was really doing this. She brought her finger lower, to Scarlet’s entrance, and she only hesitated for a second before she pushed inside. She thrust gently before pulling out and adding a second.
“Oh God,” Scarlet moaned. “Oh fuck, Neera…”
Neera’s eyes shot open at her name, and when she took in the sight of Scarlet, spread wantonly against the wall, her head thrown back, red lips parted, her breath coming in short pants, her nipples beaded tight against the silky fabric of her dress, she nearly came just from that sight alone.
She’d remember this moment for the rest of her life. She thrust harder, filling Scarlet as her tight walls throbbed around her fingers. Scarlet moaned, her hips writhing into Neera’s hand. Her head thrashed from side to side. Neera could feel how close Scarlet was to coming undone, and she trembled with it, with the fact that she was going to make Scarlet shatter.
The silence shattered first.
A shrill sound burst up between them, shocking them both. Neera tore herself away and stepped back, her mind reeling. She was so confused for a few seconds about what the sharp sound was that she didn’t even feel her phone vibrating in her back pocket as it rang.
She finally realized what it was and snatched it out to silence the most inopportune call in the history of inopportune moments. She went to stab at the screen when she saw who was calling and her heart ground to stop. She made a decision at the last moment and swiped the screen. She tried to regulate her breathing and sound perfectly calm and normal when she answered.
“Hello, this is Neera.”
“Neera,” a pleasant voice came warmly over the phone. “This is Edith Johnson. You sent us a resume a few weeks ago. I apologize, with the holidays we’ve been slower at calling back than we should have been.”
“That’s alright,” Neera said, trying not to gasp for air. She was still panting, and her heart was still slamming against her ribs.
“I was wondering if you wanted to come in for an interview tomorrow afternoon.”
“Yes! That would be great. What time works for you
? I can arrange to make pretty much anything work for me.”
“Is two alright?”
“That’s perfect.”
“Great. If you come to the front desk and tell them you’re there for an interview, they’ll direct you from there or page me. Thank you again.”
“Yes. Thank you as well.”
Neera hung up, and when she turned back around to face Scarlet, she was still breathless. She was panting, but Scarlet had already pulled down her dress and was smoothing her hand down her messed up hair. She did meet Neera’s gaze, though. It wasn’t in Scarlet to hide from anything.
Neera had no idea what she could say, but maybe words weren’t best. Maybe there was no right thing to say. She’d been searching forever to find the right words, and maybe all along she should have kissed Scarlet like she’d done just now. Instead of speaking, she put her phone away, then she slowly raised her hand to her mouth and inserted her fingers between her lips. She closed her eyes and hummed out a sound of genuine pleasure as she tasted Scarlet on her fingers.
Scarlet made a strangled noise. She didn’t even begin to filter out the desire on her face. She was panting, but she still tried to be firm. “That can’t happen again.”
Neera wasn’t going to give up. She could tell that Scarlet didn’t mean it and she knew exactly why she was protesting, why she was freaking out on the inside.
“I’ve wanted you since I was old enough to have any clue what was going on with me. We’re both single. It’s not wrong, Scarlet.”
Scarlet shook her head. “It’s wrong if it hurts other people, and this would hurt other people. We both know that.”