Finding Jaime by P. Dawn Read Free Book Online Page A

lower lip. I instantly part them, and a shaky breath escapes. All too soon, her hand disappears and I open my eyes.
    “Whoa, that was…” Butterfly’s expectant look catches me off guard. “Can I touch you?”
    She nods quickly and some part of my ridiculous inner teen surfaces. “I can’t promise it won’t be sexual, though,” I chuckle.
    “Bunny,” she snaps. “This isn’t a joke to me.”
    “Sorry,” I say and glance down. Fuck, fuck, fuck, Jaime. Give it a rest! I try again. “May I touch you?”
    “Touch me how?” she asks and smirks.
    “I don’t know, yet,” I reply and look down at her chest, then her legs. “But I won’t grab your tits, I promise.” I cringe at myself.
    “Yes,” she laughs. “You may.”
    I lift my hands and wiggle my fingers while she sits there waiting for me to do…whatever I’m about to screw up. Fuck, I feel like a dastardly villain about to grope the innocent damsel. Well, she has the heaving bosom so…
    I take a calming breath, and my shaking hand reaches out to touch her left shoulder, which is fine. I’ve gripped Sadie’s enough times that this doesn’t feel weird.
    “You’re shaking.”
    “I haven’t done this before,” I laugh nervously. “Just bear with me. I’m trying to hold it together and not fall into your cleavage.” Which doesn’t seem all that bad right now.
    Butterfly just smiles at me, and I feel better that she’s not ridiculing me for being an ass. I leave just my fingertips on her skin, and I move them as slowly as I can across her silky skin to her collar bone. I notice the pulse in her neck is pumping furiously, and I feel her quick breaths fan across my face.
    “Is this okay?” I stroke across to the other side when she nods her head. “Does this feel weird to you?”
    Her breath catches and her lips purse. “No, Bunny, it doesn’t.”
    Shit, I’ve offended her now, so I drop my hand to my lap. “I’m sorry, Butterfly, I didn’t mean that like it sounded.”
    Her fingers hook under my chin, and she turns my face to her. “Well, how did you mean it?”
    I swallow down my cowardice. “I meant me touching you. You don’t know me.”
    “Well, did it feel weird when I touched you?”
    No, I liked it, and I want you to do it again. I’m not about to admit that completely, not even to myself. “Actually, no. I…kinda liked it.”
    “Can I touch you again?”
    I don’t even think to ask how or where I just nod my head like she’s just offered me a tiny puppy wearing a blue collar and a ribbon.
    She raises both of her hands and places them on my shoulders. My stomach clenches so hard, and my pussy fires up as she moves her hands down towards my mine. They’re in my lap, but I don’t move them at all. I’m frozen to the spot, worried that if I move the tiniest bit, she’ll stop, and then somehow I’ll snap out of it and run screaming like a banshee out of the building. I’m so close to freaking out due to the way this stranger—and a woman—is making me feel as her hands run over my bare skin. I like it much more than I should and the way my heart is fluttering in my chest, maybe too much.  
    Her hands reach mine, and she lifts them up in between us. I look down at her delicate hands and curl my fingers around the sides at the same time she does until we’re holding each others.
    “This is what it’s about,” she says, lowering my hands back to my lap and I haven’t a clue what’s she talking about.
    “What is?”
    “The club. Exploring things you wouldn’t normally do outside in public. You’re safe here to discover what you like without judgment.”
    I get it now. If you want to fulfill some weird kink fantasy, you could try it out here instead of surprising your date to a session of whatever the fuck you want them to do to you.  
    Then I have another thought. “Do people come here to cheat?”  
    “We don’t know,” Butterfly replies and turns her head towards the dancing crowd. “We’d rather