After dropping Kirsten off, Jordan drove home reflecting on their day together. The more she learned about Kirsten, the more she realized that the attraction she felt was not just a simple case of lust. Kirsten was leaving a lasting impression on her soul, a tattoo printed indelibly upon her heart. And that could not happen. That door was closed and locked, and the key had been lost in a jar marked “unwanted” a long time ago. She was determined that was not going to happen. Not now. Not again. Not ever. She would go to the bar tonight and find a woman to make her forget Kirsten. Well, maybe not forget, but at least put her in the far recesses of her mind. Jordan needed to put some distance between herself and Kirsten.
She selected her go-to outfit for when she was looking for a few hours of companionship. After she’d showered, she dried her hair and noticed the pink hue making its way past the normal tan on her face, evidence of a little too much time in the water earlier. She donned her tight black silk T-shirt, her skin-hugging black jeans, and her black cowboy boots. Then she stood in front of the full-length mirror and assessed her style. After placing her black cowboy hat on, she decided that her look was complete.
Jordan arrived at the country bar, paid her cover charge, and headed inside to order a beer. The DJ was in the middle of giving a line dance lesson, and the women on the dance floor were all laughing and having a good time. Jordan stood off to the side and observed the crowd while she nursed her beer.
Once the lesson was over, and the dancing had resumed, Jordan scanned the crowd, looking for a woman to dance with. She spotted an attractive blonde a few tables over who was laughing with a group of friends. She had a pretty smile and looked like she was thoroughly enjoying herself. Jordan hoped that she’d like to have an even better time later.
Jordan confidently walked over and gave the woman a broad smile. “Would you like to dance?”
The woman looked her up and down, and she felt the appraisal as though it were a caress. The woman smiled back. “Sure.”
She placed her beer on the table, reached for the woman’s hand, and led her to the dance floor. The DJ started up an energetic Texas two-step, and Jordan was pleased when the woman followed her lead perfectly. One dance led to another until a few songs later, a line dance came up.
Jordan led her partner off the floor and toward the bar. She leaned down closely to the woman’s ear and introduced herself. “I’m Jordan.”
“Annie.”
“Nice to meet you, Annie. May I buy you a drink?”
“That would be nice. I’ll take a beer.”
Jordan ordered two beers and led Annie to a quiet corner. She took a seat on a stool, and Annie stepped between her legs. She took a drink from her beer and pulled Annie closer. “You’re a really good dancer.”
Annie smiled. “And you’re a very good leader. Tell me…” Annie paused to nibble on her neck. “Do you lead well in everything?”
Jordan shivered and smiled. “I think I’m a natural born leader. Do you want to dance some more?”
Annie took a couple of gulps of her beer then placed it on the table. “I’d love to.”
They moved back to the dance floor. This time when they took their positions, Jordan pulled Annie closer to her body, and they moved around like they were one. This was just what she needed, to hold a beautiful woman in her arms.
As they moved around the floor, Jordan’s thoughts took her back to the night she’d fantasized about Kirsten dancing with her. If the few hugs they’d shared were anything to go on, she imagined Kirsten would fit better against her, that she would be soft in all the right places, and that Kirsten’s luscious curves would fit perfectly against her body.
Damn it. Pay attention to Annie. This was the whole reason you went out tonight, to meet a woman that would take your mind off Kirsten.
They danced a few more songs until thirst drove them back to the bar, where they ordered some water. Then they went back to the table in the corner and resumed their previous positions with Annie standing between her legs, pressing up against her center.
Jordan could feel her clit start to pulse and swell, and she had to fight hard not to thrust herself into Annie’s thigh. The corner was dark, and nobody else was around. Annie put a hand behind her neck and leaned in to kiss her. Annie’s tongue slipped into her mouth and began to duel. She lifted her hand and pressed it under Annie’s left breast and started to squeeze, gently at first, until Annie placed a hand over hers and squeezed harder.
Annie leaned further into her, continuing to kiss her deeper until they were both breathless. She kissed her way to Annie’s ear and began to nibble. Fuck, she smells so good. What is this scent she’s wearing, and where have I smelled it before? Kirsten’s smiling face flashed through her mind, reminding her why the scent smelled so familiar—it was the scent Kirsten wore.
Jordan blew out a breath and pulled back. All she’d wanted was a night free of thoughts of Kirsten, but she couldn’t even do that right. She was upset with herself for comparing Annie to Kirsten. Annie seemed like a nice woman and was sexy as fuck. She didn’t deserve this type of treatment.
“I’m sorry, Annie, but I have to go.”
“What? Why? I thought we were getting along so well.” Annie sounded a little hurt, rejected, and unsure.
“I know. I’m sorry. But it’s getting late, and I have to get up early tomorrow morning. Maybe I’ll see you around?”
She didn’t wait for Annie’s answer. She simply slid past her and headed to the door. Well, that’s just fucking great. I’m rock hard and left Annie in a state. Way to go, Roberts.