Nikas Deliver 02
My heart was racing as I pulled out of the loading dock. Still incredibly aroused from what had just happened in the hallway, the rest of my shift passed in a blur. Pick-up. Deliver, pick-up, deliver and all I can focus my mind on is her. I wonder if she has any idea how long I’ve been attracted to her? In this job, in and out of offices all the time, regular time calls at the same corporations, you begin to recognize people; people you’ve never met or spoken to become familiar in a strange way. I noticed her for the first time last year; she was using a payphone in the small-underused rear lobby. I wondered why she wasn’t on a cell. She was having an intense discussion, her voice full of emotion: "This just isn’t going to work!" that was all I heard, but her voice was deep and strained like she was fighting back tears and rage all at the same time. When I left a few minutes later she was still there, still on the phone but not speaking just staring out the windows. I watched her reflection as I passed, I was certain she was watching me. I saw her again a week later in the smoke shop in the lobby. She was at the back flipping through a magazine; I took a long time to decide on an energy bar so I could take her in. She was wearing a silver-grey blouse unbuttoned at the neck. Her hair was tucked behind her right ear, the red highlights vibrant even in artificial light. She pursed her lips and raised and eyebrow at something she’d seen in the magazine. She snapped it closed and stuffed it back on the shelf. She strode quickly to the cashier; running her hand through her hair, she was buying gum. I took my place behind her and couldn’t help but notice the gentle curve of her behind in her dark grey slacks. Close up she is beautiful in the same way the classic film stars were, carefully chosen clothes and neat hair, understated makeup that still shows off the freckles on her high cheekbones, a determined chin.
Once I’d quit bike couriering I had barely seen her and then it was only very briefly. Now this, twice in one week and oh Goddess does she know how to kiss. After I shower, I quickly decide on my loose jeans and dark pink ribbed top, I like how the top hugs my body without feeling tight, hopefully she’ll like it too. The Willow tree Café is a ten minute walk from my apartment, it’s a warm spring night so I tie my zip-up hoody around my waist. I’m really early so I stop to buy a magazine on the way. The café is in an old house on a corner lot, their patio is half hidden among the over grown cherry trees in what had been the back yard. I get a table closest to the street, and order a vegetarian curry for dinner. Forty-five minutes later while I’m sipping a coffee I see a black BMW convertible parallel park across the street. She has the top down; her hair looks tousled and windblown. She hops out of the car, watching for a break in traffic, she jaywalks directly towards me. My table is visible through the trees. She puts one hand on her hip as she looks up at me, then she slides her sunglasses off.
"So do I have to climb up to your balcony?" She asks smiling. I grin back.
"Ah no, not on a first date, the main entrance is around the corner." She slides her shades back in place and saunters away. Moments later she sits down and the server hands her a menu.
"Oh, I’ll just have a coffee please." She says handing back the menu and smiling at our dred-locked waitress, "Unless, you’d like to have dessert?" She asks me looking casual.
"maybe."
"I’ll grab you dessert menus."
"Thanks." We say in stereo. She leans back a little and regards me with a small smile, "So this a date then?"
"Would you like it to be?" I ask feigning disinterest. She leans an elbow on the table and cups her chin in her hand.
"Absolutely." Her fingers curl and she tilts her head, glancing down at the table, "you need to know that this is pretty unusual behavior for me." Her eyes meet mine.
"Do you mean dating women or making out in the parkade?" I can’t help but smirk a little.
"It wasn’t quite in the parkade, but yes that’s the part that’s unusual." Her cheeks flush pink as the waitress delivers her coffee and a single dessert card. She adds two sugars and two cream to her cup. "I like it here, it’s cozy, and sort of romantic." Her grey eyes scan the patio and return to mine.
"mmmm, they’ve strung little Christmas lights through the trees, it’s quite pretty, at night."
"Do you think we’ll be here that late?" Her eyes make my skin feel hot.
"Who can say at this point? I’m curious, where do you usually make out?"
She smiles and chuckles silently.
"It’s sad to say but, I don’t ‘make-out’ at all, generally speaking."
"Well that’s a crime."
"How so?" She smirks as she peruses the desserts.
"Talent like yours should be shared, and then there are the health risks."
"Really? Such as?" That’s gotten her attention, she looks at me expectantly.
"Passion of such intensity has to be released some how."
"I suppose you’ve saved me from spontaneously combusting."
"Indeed." I nod. trying hard not to smile. She smiles at me and her eyes are laughing; she is beautiful. "You’re so beautiful." I blurt out and hold my breath, embarrassed.
"No, I dare say you’re the one who’s beautiful." She’s turned her voice deeper and huskier, it sends a shiver up my spine.
"Well if only one of us is allowed to be beautiful it has to be you." I say quietly as our server approaches.
"Have you decided what you’d like for dessert?"
We look directly at each other, a tiny smirk curls the right corner of her mouth.
"Are you ok with chocolate?" She asks me
"Love chocolate."
"We’ll share one of these." She points to something on the card and dred-girl walks away smiling. Kathryn turns to look at me again. She reaches out and squeezes my hand quickly. "I’m sorry, I hope you don’t mind me choosing."
"Not a problem." I manage, my body more aroused by the second, "what did you order."
"Sex in Pan." She replies completely deadpan. I burst out laughing I can’t stop. She giggles! Beautiful, polished, refined Kathryn giggles. I don’t want this feeling to ever end. We leave the café as the sun is disappearing, giddy from too much chocolate, honest lust and the growing affection between us.
"Where did you park?" She asks standing on the corner.
"Oh, I walked, I don’t live that far from here."
"Can I drop you off?" She’s suddenly tentative.
"Couldn’t we go for a walk? It’s not that late or…"
"How about a drive?"
"Sure." We cross the street and I pause to put on and zip up my hoody; the temperature has dropped. Kathryn is about to get into the car when bicycle brakes screech and Tommy is blocking my view of her.
"Hey hey, Annika, was that you I saw getting busy in the basement of Ridge-corp today? So who’s the hottie? How long ya been kickin’ it with her."
"She’s ah right behind you Tommy." I murmur unimpressed. He blanches and says, "Well catchcha later." Hey grins at Kathryn as he hops his bike off the sidewalk and speeds away.
"He seems charming. Close friend?" She looks amused. I pull open the car door and sit down. I turn to her as I’m pulling the door to.
"I’m sorry about that, I knew him when I was a bike courier."
"Well at least we know who walked past us." She reaches over and grasps my hand. "Don’t worry about." She lets go and shifts gears to back up. "Annika is a beautiful name, why do you go by Nika?"
"That’s kind of a long story."
"Perhaps you’ll tell me sometime."
"mmm" I reply. She expertly steers out of the parking spot and navigates through my neighbourhood. Old oaks and elms canopy most of the streets; Kathryn glances around smiling.
"What a great neighbourhood." She says to me half smiling, "hopefully I’ll have the chance to get to know it better." She looks at me for several dangerous moments. She’s very sexy when she’s driving, competent, in control. In ten minutes we’re out of the city heading east along the highway. She pulls onto a gravel road and reduces her speed. "Are we going someplace in particular?"
"Just pretty little spot I know, don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll like the view." She smiles.
"I’m pretty happy with the view I’ve got right now." I’m staring right at her.
"Is that a line?"
"If it is I’ve never used it before, you seem to bring out my cheesy side."
"I like cheese." The road rises and curves: she pulls over and opens her door, "well here we are." I join her; walking around the car. The last dying light of the sunset back-lights the city skyline. The Sky is awash in orange and red.
"This is gorgeous." I lean against the car hood next to her.
"Yes you are."
"Ok, that was definitely a line." I tease her, she’s dipped her chin a little and is looking up at me with one eyebrow arched.
"I can’t seem to stop flirting with you."
"Good." Finally we’re kissing, like we did earlier, the same passion and need without the fear of interruptions. I sit on the hood and she stands between my spread knees. We’re still kissing, deeply, thoroughly exploring each other. My hands keep returning to her ass, which makes her moan. Her hands can’t decide between my breasts and the gap at the back of my jeans, which makes me moan. I lean back and pull her on top of me. Her weight feels delicious. She leans to the side to unzip my hoody, and push up my top. Of course we keep kissing. Meanwhile my hands are busy with her buttons, desperate to feel her heat against my skin. Her delicate small hand finds my left breast; my nipple hardens and presses up into her palm. She moans down my throat. I am wet with desire for her.
"Gods, I want you so much." She says into my ear as she nibbles her way down my neck. I revel in pure sensation for many glorious minutes. I push her away just enough to lean down and capture one of her nipples. She gasps. Her thigh bangs between mine making a thud on the metal hood. With a quick laughing "ow" she shifts and recaptures my lips with hers, then our bodies take over completely and we’re moving together. Her arms cradle my head, her fingers are in my hair, my hands pull her closer. Our denim-covered hips grind and roll against each other. Goddess I want to be naked with her, coated in our liquid lust, making her lose control, and letting her drive me over the edge again and again. I want to make love to her for hours, days. A wave of orgasm washes through me, my brain overloads with sensation. Our bodies seem to fuse and ripple with streams of energy. We ride it out together until quite some time later when we can once again form coherent thoughts. She looks down at me wide-eyed, still breathing heavy.
"You are the most … amazing…incredible." She kisses me thoroughly. She relaxes and slips a little to the side, sliding her hand back under my shirt. It’s completely dark, the stars have appeared above us.
"Goddess, what you do to me." I whisper, "it’s like … like I never could have imagined."
The sky is drenched in stars, Kathryn snuggles closer to me.
"You do the same for me you know." She leans up on her elbow and gazes into my eyes. "Nika." She says it slowly, half closing her eyes before leaning down to kiss me again. We hold onto each other, silently looking up at the stars, until we are both chilled. "I guess we should head back." I murmur, startling her, she was half-asleep.
"I’ll put the top up." She slowly pulls away and half falls off the car hood. Smiling and chuckling at me she pantomimes a shaky struggle to reach the door. I laugh for the pure joy of it. She’s so goofy and open with me, she brings out my silly side. Once we are both inside the car she grabs my hand and kisses my knuckles. She maneuvers the car through the darkness, shifting with her fingertips because she refuses to let go of my hand. We hastily exchange phone numbers while parked outside my building. One more passionate kiss then she watches me until I’m safely inside. I turn to wave at her as the door closes. I force myself to turn away, trying not to get too attached to the sight of her. My heart throbs but my mind remains cautious, it’s a battle I’m quite familiar with.