Kimi’s One Shots

Ava

It’s almost 3AM. I’ve been sitting at the bar all night, talking to her in between customers and during her breaks after my best friend Samantha ditched out on me. She’s the one who dragged me here to this whole in the wall bar under the excuse that I needed to “get out more,” but it wasn’t her keeping me company at the moment.

It was Mia.

The bartender with caramel skin, a bright smile, and eyes that made me forget how to breathe.

What started as light conversation turned into bold full on flirting by the time the bar closed. I wasn’t ready for the night to end, so I invited her back to my place for a nightcap. To my surprise—hell, to my shock—she said yes. Thirty-year-old Mia the bartender who bartended at night and taught pole dancing clases in the day somehow wanted me as much as I wanted her, and that was brand-new territory for me.

Now here we are, in the hallway of my high-rise.

She’s got me pinned against my apartment door, one hand tangled in my faux locs that hang to my waist, the other cupping my c-cup breast. My palms are full of her perfect ass—the one I couldn’t stop staring at all night—as I grind her against me. You’d think I knew what I was doing, but really, my body’s just running on instinct. This feels right. I need something to feel right.

“I’ve never done this before… with a woman,” I whisper, pulling away from our hungry kiss.

Sure, I’ve fantasized. Sure, I’ve watched enough lesbian Twitter porn to fill multiple folders, but I’ve never actually touched a woman.

Mia strokes my cheek, her smile soft. “We can stop if you want. Just have that drink. I’d be fine ending the night right here. Honestly? I didn’t think we’d get this far, so I’m already winning. I got to kiss your pretty ass.” She winks.

Neither did I. After spilling my guts to her about being separated from my husband, I didn’t think we’d get here either. Why did I tell her my entire fucked up life?

“No,” I breathe, crashing my mouth back onto hers, tugging her pelvis into mine like I need her closer. I feel her smile against my lips.

“Then you’d better open the door before we fuck right here in your hallway,” she groans, her tongue sliding into my mouth while her hand grips my chin. She drags a needy moan out of me, and for a second, I’m genuinely worried we won’t make it inside because at this point she wanted to I would.

“Door. Now, Ava.” Her voice is velvet on my skin, her forehead pressed against mine. My name has never sounded so filthy, so good.

“Right, door.” I fumble in my clutch, trying to remember how keys even work. She presses herself firmly against my ass, one hand steadies on my waist, whole the either toys with the front of my thigh making it nearly impossible to focus.

“Seems like you might want me to fuck you right here,” she purrs, her lips brushing my ear. “You like an audience, baby?”

“Sometimes.” I smirk, finally sliding the key into the lock.

“Well, tonight I’m your only audience. But maybe in the future… that sexy husband of yours can watch.” Her voice is hot against my neck as her hand that was once on my waist now squeeze my breast, fingers teasing my nipples through the thin orange dress Sam convinced me to wear. That dress—mesh with a flimsy slip underneath, practically see-through, and underwear strictly forbidden—was supposed to get me noticed. It definitely worked.

“He might like that,” I admit, pushing the door open, “if we ever speak again let alone get back together.”

She knows all about Manny. I’d spilled everything—how we were high school sweethearts, married out of college, how we started our lives together and I lost him to his job. How six months of separation hadn’t loosened the grip we had on each other hearts but pride always won. We were both attorneys, too busy to even make time to fuck or start the family we’d once promised each other. I finally moved out, telling him to figure out what he wanted. Lately he’d been texting, stopping by for breakfast, like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to let me go or not.

But tonight? Tonight isn’t about Manny.

Tonight is about me. What I want. And tonight I want Mia.

Hand in hand, Mia and I walk into the living room, kicking off our shoes. I drop my clutch on the coffee table and turn back to her. Her “bar uniform”—black booty shorts with clips to sheer tights, crop top hanging loose off one shoulder—looked sinful under the dim light of my apartment. The glint of her navel piercing made me want to lick down her stomach and taste her skin.

“Still want that drink?” I ask, already knowing her answer.

“Yeah,” she smirks, tugging me into her arms. “But be quick. What I really want is what’s under that dress.” She says with a peck to my lips and a slap to my ass.

My whole body hums.

I throw together two drinks—Don Julio Blanco with lemonade and ginger ale—nothing close to what she makes behind the bar, but my favorite. When I return, Mia’s sitting on the couch, that satisfied smile on her lips. She eyes my phone briefly, then snaps her gaze back to me when she feels my presence.

“Thank you.” She takes the glass, sipping, then setting it down almost immediately.

We’re sitting too close, and it’s not enough. My hands ache to touch her, but nerves keep me fidgeting with my nails.

She solves that.

Her hand slides up my knee, stopping at my thigh. “Do you still want to do this, Ava? We don’t have to.”

“Yes,” I say quickly, heat rushing through me. “I just don’t know how… to start.” I feel dumb.

“You’re so fuckin’ cute.” She kisses my cheek, then swings her leg over me, straddling my lap. My dress hikes up, leaving me bare beneath her. “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll take the lead.”

And then her hips roll down against mine, her mouth crashing into me, her kiss swallowing my whimper.

Her mouth devours mine, and I don’t even notice her arm slipping between us until her fingers find my clit.

By the time her fingers swipe my clit, I’m too far gone to think.

“Mmmmm—fuck,” I moan into her kiss, my hips jerking helplessly.

She finally releases my lips, but when I try to turn my head, her other hand grips my chin, forcing my eyes on hers. My hands instinctively grab her hips, needing her close, wishing her arms weren’t in the way but desperate trying not to lose the rhythm of her fingers.

“Eyes on me, Pretty,” she commands, her tongue flicking over my bottom lip. “I want those big, brown eyes on me when I make you cum all over my fingers.”

“God, that feels so good.” My moan breaks into pieces as she rubs me harder. Her fingers press flat against my clit, sliding up and down, then switching to tight circles that pull helpless sounds out of my throat.

“Is that why your pussy’s so wet already?” she teases, her grin wicked. She pushes her thumb into my mouth, pressing against my tongue while her other hand keeps working between my legs. “I haven’t even touched your hole, and I’m already covered in you. You’re making a mess all over my uniform”

I can’t answer. I can’t think. My body tenses againts hers, every nerve on fire, every fire ready to clear a forest

“Fuck, baby. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Shit I’m gonna cum—” The words are a broken plea, but just as the orgasm crests, she slows her hand to a lazy, torturous rhythm.

What. The. Fuck?

I whimper in frustration, tugging at her nipples through her top, hoping she’ll give me mercy. But Mia looks like she’s savoring my desperation.

“That’s it,” she moans, licking her lips. “Tease me back, Pretty.” Her fingers speed up again, grinding into my clit with ruthless precision. “Before you cum, you should know—my favorite number is three. So after this one, I expect two more. Understood?”

Her mouth crashes into mine again before I can answer, and that’s all it takes. Pressure detonates inside me, fire racing up my spine, and my orgasm rips through me like a storm. My back arches, my eyes roll back, and I cry out so loudly I’m sure my neighbors know exactly what’s happening and I could careless.

Mia doesn’t stop kissing me until I slump back, trembling, boneless.

“You did so fuckin’ good, Pretty.” Her voice is low, proud, as her lips trail wet kisses down my chin and neck as she praises me.

“Wow, that was…” I can’t even finish the sentence, breathless and stunned. “There’s not a word for that.”

“Just the beginning,” she smirks, dragging her slick fingers over my lips painting them like lipgloss before kissing me again. “Ready for more?”

I can only nod. Whatever the fuck she’s selling tonight, I’m buying. I haven’t cum like that in almost a year—not since Manny used to fuck me like he couldn’t get enough of me.

“Good.” She peels my dress off and tosses it aside. Then she strips—top, shorts, tights—until she’s down to nothing but a thong. An orange thong that matches the dress she just took off me. Its a sign. A small one but the only one I need to continue this night.

My mouth goes dry. She’s a dream standing in front of me, caramel skin glowing in my living room light, every curve begging for my hands.

“Come here, Ava.” She crooks a finger, one of her stockings dangling from her other hand. When I step closer, she pulls me into her arms, our breasts pressing together, and my coochie floods with fresh wetness.

“I’m going to tie your hands behind your back. I need you still for the next part. Is that okay?” She mskes sure to make eye contact.

I nod, but she smacks my ass lightly.

“Words, Pretty.”

“Yes,” I whisper, my voice shaky. “Do it. Do whatever you want.”

I turn, offering my wrists, my heart pounding with nerves and want. This is new, dangerous, thrilling—and if this is my one chance with a woman, I want all of it.

She binds my wrists quickly, tugging the makeshift restraint to test it, making sure I can’t pull free. My stomach flips as she leads me back to the couch, then bends me over the armrest. My face presses into the leather cushions, ass in the air, legs almost dangling. Vulnerable. Exposed. Hot as fuck.

Then—my phone rings.

Mia surprises me by darting over to answer it, and when she does, my eyes widen. What the fuck is she doing?

She’s talking to someone. On my phone.

“Mia, what the hell—”

She hangs up, her face unreadable. “Manny’s here. Just go with it, Ava. I think I can help you both.”

My heart stops. Is she out of her mind? I don’t know what Manny might think walking in ok this but I knke damn well I dont want to find out.

“What?! Mia, you didn’t…” I struggle against the restraints, but they hold firm. My chest sinks into the couch, panic tangling with arousal. I cant quite pull myself to my feet. How the hell is Manny going to react to this? We’re already on thin ice. This could break us for good and I’m not ready to lose him for good.

“Trust me, Pretty. Let me help.” She says it so confidently, like she knows something I don’t.

“Fine,” I sigh, pressing my cheek into the couch already burning with embarrassment. “Not like I have much of a choice.”

“Thought you might feel that way.” She grins, leaning down to kiss me quickly. “I got this.”

“What did you even tell him to get him here?”

Her grin widens. “I told him my name’s Mia, and I’d be fucking his pretty wife tonight. And if he really loves you, he’d better come quick—because I might make you fall in love with me after tonight.”

Then she’s gone, padding half-naked to my front door, ready to greet my husband like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like she didn’t just force him to prove that he still love me.

And maybe I’ve lost my fucking mind, but deep down… something about this feels like Mia actually might just help us.