chasing girl wonder

daring flavors and sweet creations

Lisa and Roseanne had the same thing in mind—skipping potato salad and steak au poivre soup for dinner to cook something entirely different when they got home. On the drive home, with the open road stretching ahead, they held hands, fingers intertwined like their fates. Every little squeeze electrified the air that hung from the office rendezvous, their budding desire lingering in that space and time only the two of them shared.

Well, with Love in the backseat. And perhaps something closer to love sitting in the front seats.

Lisa glanced over at Roseanne and could not help but be drawn to the way her hair caught the fading light, the gentle curve of her smile, and the sparkle in her eyes that spoke of the same feelings—a connection that pulsed with intensity.

They were talking about the campers and having a petty fight about it. Lisa pointed out that Roseanne was only losing three customers, but the latter argued she might as well lose her reputation if word came out about how—she exasperatedly sighed a couple of times upon learning how Lisa and Karina shooed the table eight campers away—Lisa told them to stop building their ass fat up from too much sitting, and Karina further goaded, they were too huge already and it would not be good for their hormones.

Roseanne pretended to cry in disbelief, pouting at Lisa to express her displeasure about the latter's attitude. In turn, Lisa appeased her by sliding her right hand over her exposed leg, its thickness perfectly fitting Lisa's long hand. Breath hitching at the warm skin-to-skin contact, she responded with an inviting gesture, pulling the hand higher, causing her mini skirt to roll up with Lisa's hand almost brushing between her legs. And in that instant, she completely abandoned her qualms about Lisa's behavior toward the campers for it no longer mattered. Her body sought to be closer to Lisa—a spark of excitement and anticipation thrummed through her.

With a slight push, Lisa gave in to the invite, her ring, and pinky fingers stretching to stroke against the fabric of Roseanne's undergarment, and the immensity of that brush made Roseanne squeeze her arm. She was emboldened to repeat the movement, tracing the slit that was getting hotter with each up-and-down stroke, and when Roseanne's fingers tugged her forefinger together with the middle one to press slightly harder, the air was charged with anticipation, their breaths thick with heat and longing.

"Ugh, Lisa..." Roseanne planted a kiss on Lisa's hoodie, on the shoulder part, followed by a sigh accompanied by a trembling moan. It drove Lisa insane and impatient; her foot pressed the gas pedal harder in sync with her other hand maneuvering traffic smoothly. When she felt Roseanne lean back against the headrest and start rocking her hip in the opposite direction of her strokes, she knew she was undone.

"Fuck!" Lisa exclaimed when she failed to make it to the green light, which turned quickly to yellow and then red.

Roseanne chuckled. "Calm down. Do—don't get us..." she stammered while losing breath, "...killed on the highway."

"You're—," Lisa shut up for a second upon meeting Roseanne's sultry, surrendering gaze. At that complete stop, she saw Roseanne's own unraveling under her touch, completely in motion—in more motion—holding back a whimper, biting her lips, and a gush of emotions spun in her stomach as Roseanne continued guiding her hand in her wet core. "Fuck. Chaeyoung, you're getting me killed right now."

Fuzzily blinking, Roseanne's voice was barely above a whisper when she leaned in and rested her chin on Lisa's shoulder, "I've never been fucked in a car."

"Heard," Lisa said, capturing Roseanne's lips in a bold kiss that involved an entangling of their tongues. It was a declaration of her utmost desire and growing urgency. It was seven months of waiting. It was weeks of getting wound up by the impossibility of ever sharing that moment with Roseanne. But there they were now—skin and hearts; bones and brain; situated somewhere between the stars of friendship and romance. Interstellar.