Kiss It Off Me

Chapter 2

You had spent nearly two hours getting ready before Norma arrived at your doorstep, her knocks startling you and making you step wrong on your heel. You twisted your ankle, clamoring at the pain as you opened the door for her.

"Hi!" she piped, looking incredibly gorgeous and excited to see you. "You look—"

"Really good," you cut her off. "No, I uh, didn't mean for me. I meant you look good."

"No, you look good. I love your dress."

It was a short, simple, navy blue dress you wore with black heels and glammed up with some jewelry. You had never really worn makeup to work before, so seeing you all made up caught Norma off guard.

"Beautiful, as usual," she breathed in, "but different. I like it."

"Thank you," you said, blushing.

The drive to dinner was almost painfully awkward, but once you were sat down in the diner, the air seemed to ease up.

Norma got pork dumplings with miso soup and you got General Tso's. The dinner was delicious and messy, the two of you sharing a few laughs every time sauce dribbled from your chin. You were mortified but Norma thought it was cute.

Nothing else too spectacular happened at the restaurant but things changed as soon as you got in the car.

"Do you want to come back to the motel?" Norma asked. You shifted in your seat nervously.

"Uh... yes. Absolutely."

She reached over the console and placed her hand on your thigh, caressing it gently. You trembled nervously and needfully.

"Please stop being so nervous around me," she said. Her words almost broke your heart.

"I'm not," you assured her and took a deep breath, gazing into her eyes. They were glistening and filled with lust.

She began to rub your thigh, her hand slowly making its way up your leg. You threw your head back at the thought of her hand up your dress.

"Is it okay if I—"

"Fuck yes," you cut her off, settling in your seat. You were in the back parking lot by the dumpster, and there were no other cars around. She shoulder-checked and began rubbing your clit slowly through the fabric of your underwear.

"Put your leg up on the thing," she said, taking her hand away and gesturing towards the glove compartment.

"Ow!" you yelped as the ankle you rolled got slammed against the door.

"Are you okay?" she asked gently, though you could tell she was stifling back a laugh.

"Yeah, I just rolled my ankle trying to open the door for you," you giggled.

"I'm sorry I have that effect on you."

"Apology accepted, but don't do it again."

You watched as she blushed and began to feel you up again. This time she worked her way underneath your underwear, moving her fingers in slow circles, just the way you told her you liked.

"You're so wet," she complimented, trailing a finger down to your entrance, her words making you blush.

"I was excited to see you," you admitted shyly and she smiled, looking to the floor, unsure how to respond to your compliment.

"And this is okay?"

"God yes... thank you," you managed to let out. But suddenly she felt far away from you, like she was nervous, looking around and losing focus and not taking her time with you.