9. Becky

9

BECKY

T he next few weeks of Becky's life were full of work, sex, and Lucinda's perfume. She found herself sleeping over more and more at Lucinda's place but always making sure to leave before dawn. She felt like if they woke up together she might panic. Was Becky dating this woman? Or was this some summer fling? She couldn't tell. But the more time she spent with Lucinda, her feelings grew. Becky found herself daydreaming about waking up with Lucinda wrapped in her arms. She wondered what it would be like to hold Lucinda's hand and walk with her to dinner. No, she had agreed to take things slow for Lucinda's sake.

Becky tapped her pen against the table, and her leg bounced anxiously. Lucinda was twenty minutes late for their meeting. She was never late.

Becky tried to keep calm and not grab her phone and call her immediately. That's what girlfriends did. They weren't dating. They were friends with benefits—coworkers with benefits! Fuckbuddies, whatever the kids said. Then the clock said 2:30 when they were supposed to meet at 1:30. Her phone seemed to dial Lucinda's number itself, but there was no answer. Becky grabbed her car keys and told Captain Carter she was going out.

When she made it to Lucinda's apartment, she knocked on the door. No answer. Was there an emergency at the hospital? Or was Lucinda in trouble? Becky tried the knob, and the door swung open easily. What the fuck? Did Lucinda always leave her door unlocked?

Becky strode in, her heart in her throat. "Lucinda? Lucinda!"

"Becky?" Lucinda's voice called from the bedroom.

Becky rushed in, her hand catching on the doorway.

Lucinda sat up in bed. Her nose was red and her hair disheveled. She was surrounded by papers, used tissues, and sticky notes. Her laptop sat open at her side. Becky’s shoulders eased.

Lucinda rubbed her eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"You were late to our meeting," Becky said sheepishly. "I got worried."

Lucinda's eyebrows raised. "No, our meeting isn't until 1:30. It's only"—he checked her phone—"it's 3?!" She scrambled to get her papers in order. "I'm so sorry! I decided to work from home today because I'm a little under the weather. I must have fallen asleep. Do you have time today or should we reschedule? We don't have time to reschedule. The event is next week."

"It's fine." Becky walked over to the bed and touched Lucinda's forehead. "Jesus, you're burning up."

"I'm alright. Let's talk about the booths." Lucinda flipped through one of the files.

Becky pulled it from her hand. "How about I order us some lunch? I'll wake you up when it gets here."

Lucinda sneezed into a wadded-up tissue, "But the event?—"

Becky started picking up all the papers from Lucinda's bed. "We'll still be ready to plan tomorrow. You need a day off to recover, baby. I'll work from the living room. Just call me if you need anything." She kissed the top of Lucinda's hair before taking her laptop so she couldn't secretly work.

Lucinda sat in her bed stunned until Becky lightly pushed against her shoulder to get her to lay back down. "Sleep, Lucinda. I'll get you something to eat." Her voice was demanding.

Lucinda sighed and grumbled, "I'm the doctor here."

Becky scoffed and walked toward the living room. "Not today you're not."

"Wait," Lucinda squeaked. "Can you stay in here with me?"

Becky grinned, her heart fluttering against her ribs as she looked at Lucinda’s shy face r. "Of course, sweet girl. Let me just call Captain Carter and grab my bag."

They spent the day huddled in Lucinda's bed. Becky borrowed some sweats and a t-shirt so she wouldn't have to wear her stuffy uniform. Lucinda slept against Becky's side as she finished up some of the plans for the community event they were putting together. Some romantic comedy played on the TV in the background .

Becky glanced down at the woman curled against her side. Lucinda's fever finally broke after Becky forced her to down a sports drink. Becky's hand smoothed Lucinda's dark hair out of her face. Her fingers gently grazed her cheeks, and Lucinda sighed.

The feeling in Becky's chest filled her body and consumed her mind. A thought flashed in her mind, but she squashed it down. She and Lucinda were casual. That's all.

The three little words threatened to break through the walls she had built up in her mind. She needed to get a handle on herself. Lucinda had just been through a breakup. She was using Becky for some fun, that was all.

Lucinda snuggled closer to Becky's side. Becky shut her laptop and pulled her even closer to her. Lucinda buried her face against Becky's neck, like she wanted to be as close to her as possible.

Becky was in a fucking mess.

A week later, Becky and Lucinda stood under one of the many tents set up for National Fire Safety Day. Food trucks, booths, and fire trucks filled the parking lot.

Becky flipped through the papers on her clipboard, "Fire safety demonstrations?"

Lucinda perched her chin on Becky's shoulder to look at her list. "Check."

Becky scratched it off with her pen. "Fire truck tours?"

"Check. I just saw Montgomery pull up." Her breath fluttered Becky's hair, making goosebumps scatter across her skin.

Becky cleared her throat. "How's the first aid tent?"

"Perfection."

Becky could tell Lucinda was smiling without having to look at her.

"Ah!" a voice said from behind them. "Isn't it the dream team!"

Lucinda yanked her head away, jabbing her chin on Becky's shoulder. Becky held back her laugh as Lucinda rubbed her chin.

"Ms. Rhodes." Becky shook the city manager's hand. "How are you?"

"Never better, Chief!" Rhodes nodded to Lucinda with a smile. "I am absolutely delighted at how this event looks. What's the turnout supposed to be?"

"Around 150 to 200 people, sir," Lucinda said, the answer memorized in that filing cabinet brain of hers.

"Golly!" she said, elongating the word and pronouncing each syllable. Rhodes clapped her hands. "The doc and chief, meant to be! I'll let the mayor know that you two are our secret weapon. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need a funnel cake."

The city manager strolled off, aiming for the food trucks.

"The Doc and Chief would be a good sitcom name." Becky chuckled.

Lucinda just hummed in agreement. Becky glanced over at her. Lucinda's eyes were distant and her cheeks colored pink.

"You alright, Lucinda?" Becky whispered, her fingers grazing the back of Lucinda's hand.

Lucinda pulled away, "Yes, Chief. I must head to the first aid tent to ensure everything is in order. I'll meet up with you later." She hurried off, leaving Becky feeling strangely cold.

"What was that about?" Ember said, leaning a box of rubber duckies against her hip .

"Nothing," Becky said curtly. "What's with the ducks?"

"They're for one of the carnival games." Ember took one from the box and squeaked it. "But why did Dr. Lover just run off?"

Becky sighed. "To finish up the first aid tent."

"But she was just being so cuddly with you a second ago," Ember protested. "Did you piss her off?"

"No, I didn't do anything," Becky hissed. "Also, you saw that?"

"It's not like you were hiding it," Ember grumbled walking toward the carnival booths.

Becky followed, unsure of what to do with her time. "Did it look like I upset her?"

"Why are you so concerned?" Ember asked.

"No reason."

Ember stopped walking and turned on her mother. "Oh my god! You like her."

"Please lower your voice." Becky pulled Ember's arm to keep her walking. "So what if I do like her?"

"Oh, mom, you got a little crush." Ember giggled.

"It's not—" Becky stopped herself. She was not about to admit to her daughter that she was having casual sex with someone, much less a colleague. Becky rubbed the back of her neck. "I don't know. Yeah, I like her."

Ember could barely contain an excited shriek before Becky clamped a hand over her mouth.

"Calm down," Becky ordered.

Ember peeled her hand away. "Mom, you haven't liked anyone since Mama. This is exciting!"

Becky looked away. A pang of hurt thrummed through her chest. "No, it's not. It's... Can you just act calm please? We haven't decided what we are yet. I don't want her to hear that I told you and scare her off."

A look of understanding crossed Ember's face. She nodded. "Of course. Josephine and I are great secret keepers."

"I didn't say you could tell Josephine.”

"Do you think I could keep a secret from that woman? She'll sniff it out as soon as I enter the house." Ember laughed.

A few hours later, Becky stood at the fire safety tent, watching a few of the firefighters demonstrate the stop, drop, and roll technique to a group of giggling children.

"Becks?" a voice said.

Irritation rolled down her spine. "It's Chief—" She stopped as she met Lucinda's stormy eyes. "I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else. What's up?"

Lucinda picked at the hem of her staff t-shirt. "I'm sorry I left in such a hurry earlier. I wanted to make sure everything would go smoothly."

Becky smiled, pulling Lucinda under the tent to hide her from the sun's rays. "It's alright. And everything is going well. This was a great idea, ba—Dr. Everett."

Lucinda laughed. "You're not very inconspicuous, are you?"

"You were the one getting all cuddly with me earlier." Becky leaned against the plastic tabletop and smirked.

Lucinda stepped forward, whispering in Becky's ear, "It's impossible to keep my distance from such a sexy woman." She pulled back with a grin. "Besides, it could have been seen as friendly."

Becky licked her lips. "Why don't you come over to my place tonight? You know, since we're friends, we'll have a girl's night. "

"Isn't every night a girl's night for you and me?" Lucinda turned, swaying her hips as she walked toward the first aid tent.

Becky's breath left with her.

After everyone had finished cleaning up the festival, Becky pulled her Jeep around to where Lucinda was about to get into her coworker's car.

"Nope!" Becky called from her window, shoving the passenger car door open. "Get in."

She wasn't asking.

Lucinda tried to hide her giddy look by ducking back into her friend's car to say something.

"Bye, thank you anyway!" Lucinda called behind her as she tossed her stuff into the back of Becky's car, getting in swiftly.

Becky pulled out of the parking lot quickly before anyone else could spot the two women riding away together.

"Eager to get me home?" Lucinda leaned her head back on the seat.

"Yep," Becky said, placing her hand on Lucinda's thigh. "That mouth of yours has been driving me up a wall."

"That was kind of the point." She yawned.

When Becky pulled into her driveway, she could barely contain herself. Lucinda had kept talking a big game in the car, and Becky had decided to ravage her. She pulled Lucinda by the hand into her small two-bedroom house. She tossed Lucinda's stuff on the weathered brown couch.

Lucinda looked around and smiled, closing the door behind her. "I like your pla?—"

Becky shoved Lucinda against the door, her mouth finding hers. Moans flitted through the empty house.

She ripped her mouth away. "Tour later. I need you now." Becky pulled Lucinda to her bedroom.

"So demanding," Lucinda protested.

Becky unbuttoned her shirt, watching as Lucinda shimmied out of her jeans. "Don't act like you don't like it, Lucinda."

Lucinda blushed and cleared her throat. "I could be in control."

"Yeah, but you don't want to be," Becky said roughly.

The doctor pulled off her t-shirt, leaving her only in her underwear. She crossed her arms over her full chest. "How do you know?"

Becky pulled her to her, lowering her hand to cup Lucinda's pussy. "Because you've been talking back to me all day so I would take you home and teach you a lesson." She bit Lucinda's ear. "And because your panties are soaked through."

"I—" Lucinda stuttered.

Becky nudged Lucinda toward the bed. "Naked, now. I’ve got a surprise."

Lucinda hurriedly removed the last bits of clothing, following the rules for once, while Becky went to her bedside drawer and pulled out a strap.

"You okay with this?" Becky asked as she removed her underwear and latched the strap on herself.

Lucinda's eyes were dilated and round as saucers; she bit her lip and nodded.

"Good girl." Becky wet the strap with some lube as Lucinda kissed up her neck.

Becky spun Lucinda around and pushed her down into all fours. Her pale ass was full and round. Becky grabbed the plump flesh harshly before slapping it.

Lucinda whimpered and arched her back, her hand between her thighs.

"You've been wanting me all day, hm?" Becky lined the strap up to Lucinda's vagina, not pushing it in yet.

Lucinda tried to push back on it, but Becky pulled herself away. "I asked you a question, Lucinda."

"Yes," Lucinda sighed. "Yes, I want you. Now. Please." She shimmied her hips back toward Becky, who was melting at Lucinda's sweet plea.

Becky slammed into her, deep and punishing. The strap pushed against Becky's clit, causing a bolt of pleasure to run up her spine. Her hips moved faster as she thrust in and out of her with no mercy, slamming into her repeatedly, fucking her hard enjoying Lucinda’s moans- she knew how much Lucinda was liking it.

Lucinda shoved her face into the mattress, trying to be quiet. Becky slipped out of her, flipping her over on her back. Lucinda's cheeks were pink; sweat built on her brow.

"You don't need to be quiet here, baby. It's just us in the house; no pesky upstairs neighbors." Becky licked the valley between Lucinda's breasts, and her back arched off the bed.

"Fuck me," Lucinda panted.

Becky hummed against her chest, and her silicone strap smashed into Lucinda's wanting pussy.

"Ah!" Lucinda called out.

Oh, she was loud, and Becky loved it. After this, she was only going to fuck Lucinda in her house. She needed her begging and moaning and screaming all night. The sounds coming from her mouth drove Becky wild.

Becky gripped her hips and slammed into her harder and harder enjoying the sweet sound of their flash slapping together. The dildo was thick and Becky enjoyed how well Lucinda took it.

Lucinda's hand worked vigorously against her clit. The sight of her so flushed and wanting made Becky even wetter.

"Please, I'm so close." Lucinda's voice was husky and low.

Becky picked up her pace, pinching Lucinda's nipples. Lucinda screamed loud enough that Becky was nervous that her neighbors would think she had killed somebody. But she didn't mind. The only thought in her head was to make Lucinda feel good.

Lucinda climaxed again and again, Becky’s fingers torturing her nipples clearly tipping her right over the edge. This was so much fun.

Eventually, Lucinda breathed heavily as her hands pushed against Becky's hips. Becky pulled out. "Too much?"

She didn’t answer but instead pushed Becky onto the bed, her hands working the harness off of Becky's hips. Lucinda threw the strap to the floor and stuffed her head between Becky's legs.

"Fuck," Becky growled, her legs opening more.

Lucinda sucked and licked like it was her only purpose. She slipped two fingers into Becky and pumped vigorously.

"Yes, baby." Becky's hand threaded into Lucinda's hair, pushing her head down.

Becky's release came quickly over Lucinda's tongue. She was afraid she grabbed Lucinda's hair too roughly, but Lucinda didn't stop until Becky had stars in her eyes.

Lucinda sat up, smiling down at Becky. "Good?"

Becky's chest heaved. "Great."

Lucinda chuckled, plopping down on the bed beside her.

"Did I grab your hair or your nipples too hard?" Becky ran a hand over Lucinda's cheek. "I would never want to hurt you."

A thought crossed behind Lucinda's eyes, but she shut them and snuggled closer. "No, you didn't. It felt great. Particularly the nipples,” she murmured.

Becky rubbed Lucinda's scalp anyway, massaging any leftover stings away. Lucinda sighed .

Becky’s gaze glanced over her nipples, a beautiful reddish pink on her big breasts, more erect than they had ever been.

Mmmmm.

"Stay tonight," Becky said. "Don't go home."

Lucinda's fingers found Becky's and threaded them together. She was silent.

Becky knew she was pushing it. They never stayed over through the whole night. But she thought if Lucinda even stepped one foot away, Becky would feel like her heart was ripped from her chest.

"Lucinda, stay. Please."

"Alright," Lucinda whispered.

Becky kissed her mouth, pushing her tongue deep inside, her hands clutched at Lucinda's hips as she rolled on top of Lucinda, pressing down into her.

“Good. Because I have some more plans for you tonight."