Kirsten woke Monday morning feeling lighter than she had in a very long time. Her alarm was set to go off in five minutes, so she decided to spend that time thinking of Jordan. I never knew I could feel as strongly for anyone as I feel for her, but here I am. She’s so amazing, and this sensation is absolutely delicious.
Her cell phone buzzed on the nightstand, and she smiled at the text.
Kirsten replied. She turned off the alarm just as it began its annoying beeping. There was another buzz from her phone.
She typed back.
She went to the kitchen to retrieve her coffee and make her toast, not once letting her phone out of sight. Her phone buzzed again as she stirred her drink.
Kirsten barked out a laugh.
She flushed at the thought of Jordan pleasuring herself while thinking of her. She felt like a teenage girl who had just started to date the captain of the basketball team.
Kirsten was eating lunch at her desk a few hours later when her cell phone rang. Jordan’s name came up on her caller ID. “Hi, baby. Are you on lunch?”
“Yep, just finished up with my last patient of the morning. Are you busy right now?”
“No, I’m just eating lunch, so you have perfect timing. How’s your day been?”
“This has been the most horrendous day imaginable.”
Kirsten detected a hint of teasing in Jordan’s voice. “Why is that?”
“Because I can’t stop thinking about you, which has made this the longest morning in history. All I can think about is holding you in my arms, kissing your luscious lips, and feeling your gorgeous ass.”
“Oh, my.” She knew her arousal had to be evident to Jordan’s ears. “Can you come over tonight after work? I desperately need to kiss you.”
“I’d love to. I’m done here at seven, so I’ll be there shortly after.”
“Good. I’ll fix us dinner. Hurry up.”
Jordan laughed. “I’ll do my best. See you soon. Have a good rest of the day.”
The rest of the afternoon crept by at a crawl. She drove home like a bat out of hell, as though her speed would somehow make seven o’clock come sooner. If she could have any sort of super power, she would be able to make time fly or slow, depending on whether she was waiting for Jordan to arrive or spending time with her. Kirsten was just pulling the chicken out of the oven when she heard a knock. She rushed to the door while running her fingers through her hair, not wanting to spare a second before kissing Jordan.
She opened the door, threw her arms around Jordan’s neck, and pulled her in for a scorching kiss. Jordan responded, backing her further into the foyer, shutting the door as they went. Kirsten opened one eye to make sure they didn’t trip over any furniture while Jordan guided her toward the kitchen, continuing to kiss her. She reluctantly broke the kiss and hugged Jordan tight.
“I missed you.”
Jordan squeezed her tighter. “I missed you, too. It smells fantastic in here.”
Kirsten leaned back in Jordan’s arms and smiled up at her. “Dinner’s just about ready. Take a seat, and I’ll get you a beer.”
Kirsten prepared the plates and brought them over. She grabbed Jordan’s beer and her glass of wine, then sat next to her, unable to fathom not being close enough to touch her whenever the urge arose.
“This looks terrific, Kirsten. Thank you for going to so much trouble.” Jordan kissed her softly on the lips.
Kirsten smiled, and they turned back to their meal. They talked about their day as they enjoyed their food, stealing kisses every few bites. Kirsten moved her hand to Jordan’s thigh and stroked it back and forth while they ate and talked. Spending time with Jordan like this was what she hadn’t had with John when they’d been together. They’d been content to sit across the table from each other, even when they’d first started dating. Kirsten hadn’t had the need to be near him like this. If she had her way, she would be sitting in Jordan’s lap whenever she could.
After dinner, they relocated to the couch where they continued their conversation snuggled up together. It felt like they’d only been talking for a few minutes, which was why she was surprised when Jordan looked at her watch and made a face.
“I better get going, honey. We both have to be up early tomorrow.”
Kirsten sighed. “I guess. I’ll walk you to the door.”
Jordan pulled her to her feet and held her hand as they walked to the door. Then she turned and took Kirsten in her arms. “Thank you again for a wonderful evening. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?” Jordan gave her several kisses good night before opening the door and walking to her car.
The rest of the week continued much the same way. Jordan and Kirsten would get together after work for dinner, more talking, and even more kissing. Thursday night, as Jordan was leaving Kirsten’s home, she turned to her. “May I take you to dinner tomorrow night? Like for a real date?”
Kirsten was charmed by the shyness Jordan was exhibiting when asking her out. “I would love to.”
“Great. I’ll pick you up after work. Bye, baby.” Jordan kissed her good night and walked to her car whistling a little tune she couldn’t quite make out.