Hidden Desires (16 page)

After she effectively tired herself out, she skated on her way home, deciding to pass by The Fuzzy Belly Deli. Once she got there however, she couldn't bring herself to go inside. Her heart beat sped up and her mouth went dry as she approached the door, making her rethink her actions. Blushing deeply at what she was recently doing with Cayden's image, she peeked through the window. Her belly tingled when she saw the tall woman walking around, evening out items on the shelves. Brooke's gaze traveled up Cayden's body, the tingles turned to flutters in response to what she saw.
She's so hot...
Green eyes watched with interest as the tall woman went to the back of the store and disappeared briefly. Suddenly, Cayden was jogging towards the front door and Brooke quickly slid into the store adjacent to The Fuzzy Belly Deli, her heart beating wildly. She stood in he doorway and watched secretly as Cayden pulled down the gates, focusing on the muscles in the shop keeper's shoulders as they flexed. Brooke wanted to moan with the beauty of it all as Cayden squatted down in her shorts to put on the locks.
It should be illegal to be so gorgeous.
After watching Cayden walk away and turn the corner, Brooke began to breathe again. With a big happy sigh, she skated home, a huge smile on her face from seeing Cayden in the flesh again.

 
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Cayden futzed around the house trying to avoid calling Denise, until Jodie called to see if she had. With Jo's scolding, Cayden called and cancelled any plans she made for a date with Denise. The tall shop keeper knew she was out of her league from the very beginning. One night stands weren't her thing and Denise was a really nice person. Denise liked her a lot and Cayden couldn't justify hurting her for an orgasm, no matter how horny she was. Cayden wasn't in the market for a relationship. She had no desire to make the effort required. She had nothing but bad luck when it came to women and she always said she'd wind up alone. She really didn't mind that though, it actually sounded pretty good to her now that she thought about it. However, after getting a small taste, she wanted sex. Hell, she craved sex now and if she was going to be alone, there would be no sex.

The tall brunette scowled as she crawled into bed.
Ok, so, I want sex, with someone else thank you, but I want to be alone. So... how the hell do I achieve that? Can't have my cake and eat it too. Now what?
She turned on the television and began to watch a show about decorating. After a while, she realized that it was a repeat and pouted, but continued to watch anyway. Every so often her mind wandered to Denise, or Brooke's boyfriend and she had to shake her head to rid the thoughts. She wanted to vegetate and watch television like she did every Saturday night, repeats be damned. She didn't want to think at all, especially about Brooke's boyfriend, because that led to thoughts of Brooke and that wasn't a good thing. Eventually Wade came home from his date and she sighed heavily, knowing she'd have to rehash the entire day anyway.

 
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"So, you're telling me she climbed up on your lap?" Wade poured them both a cup of coffee and handed one to Cayden.

"Yeah, then insisted I kiss her." Cayden added.

"Hmmm, and you did... just like that?" Wade still wasn't believing what he was hearing.

"Just like that." Cayden confirmed.

"Right there in the store, in front of Jodie?"

"Yes, Wade. In front of God and everyone I kissed a girl. Oooo call the authorities."

"Don't be snippy, it doesn't become you. So, then you cancelled the date you had with her tonight?" He asked in confusion.

"Yeah. Wade, I can't do that. I mean, the kissing was great, but that's all that was great. It's been so long since I held a woman in my arms and I liked it, REALLY liked it, but I can't just use her. You guys are right, it's not me." She admitted sadly.

"Aw honey, don't you worry, you'll find someone. I promise." he consoled her,

"I don't know that I really want to find someone. I love my independence. I love sitting alone in my room, I love not having anyone to answer to. I just don't know that I'm cut out for a relationship. Maybe I should start going out with Jo and pick up the floozies she meets. Meaningless sex isn't so bad with someone who is willing."

Wade looked thoughtful. "You know, as crazy as it sounds, you have a point. You really are happy when you're alone with your solitude, and one night quickies are attainable, just look at Jo. I suppose if that's what you really want, you can have it your way."

Cayden sighed. "Yeah, but do you think I'll be satisfied? I mean in the long run. Maybe I want to be alone now, but what about when I'm old, maybe I'll regret it."

"Where is that coming from, Cayd? I've never heard you talk like that before."

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe I watch too much television. I guess I'm just being stupid." Cayden dismissed it with a wave of her hand and finished her coffee.

Wade watched her with concern and furrowed his brows. "You're not being stupid. A lot happened to you in the last few days. Denise ... Brooke..."

"Please don't mention Brooke."

"Honey, I think she turned your head in a big way."

Cayden frowned and left to put her mug in the sink. Wade followed her so she felt the need to respond. "I don't know."

"Yes she did. Something happened after you met her. It's making you think."

Wade tailed her as she went to her room. "I don't want to talk about it." Cayden said tersely.

"No, you'd rather sit in your room and pout about it all alone. I don't bite Cayd. You know you can always talk to me."

Cayden smiled sincerely, but briefly. "I know. I just don’t want to talk about Brooke. She confuses me, she makes me confused about myself. I'm not comfortable with it."

"No one would be. Honey, usually when we meet the one that makes us question ourselves, its deep."

Cayden raised both eyebrows. "What do you mean deep?" she asked nervously.

"I mean they're usually the one." he said sympathetically.

"No way!" she protested. "Uh uh. I refuse to believe that that troublemaking straight girl is my other half."

"She don't have to be your wife, Cayd, but she may be important to you. Maybe you oughta talk to her about what happened."

"Nope. I'd rather not thank you." The tall woman shook her head adamantly.

"Ok, it's your call. I'm beat babe, gotta get some sleep. It's all about the thong sale tomorrow. I hate those one day only sales. Hordes of fat, sweaty women picking through and breathing all over underwear that's three sizes too small for them." He shuddered dramatically. "Hey, maybe you want a few thongs?"

"Get the hell out of here, I can't walk around all day with a perpetual wedgie. I'd go crazy." Cayden snorted.   

"Better than running around commando if you ask me. What if you get in an accident?"

"The paramedics will all stand in awe of the spectacular shave job." Cayden smirked, "Now go! Get some sleep!" She ordered.

"Love you too, sweetie."

 
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Cayden woke early, her eyes wide open. She sat up in bed and looked around in confusion. Finally aware that it was all a dream, she flopped back down into her pillows with a groan. "Oh no.. it can't be..." She muttered to herself. "It was so real." She closed her eyes and images of the dream flashed in her mind. "Shit" she cursed as Brooke appeared on her lap in Denise's place. Brooke's dream kisses did more to her libido that Denise's real ones and Cayden squeezed her legs together and took a shaky breath.

"Upsy Daisy Sweetie pie!" Wade called through the door.

"It's Sunday, you fool." Cayden growled.

The door opened and a mug of coffee appeared. "Ooo... drink me... I know you want me... mmm.. so good... so hot and steamy..."

"Quit it. Just bring that bad boy over here." Cayden sat up and propped herself against the wall.

Wade came into the room, "Oh look, that queen has allowed us entry." He said snootily to the cat.

Cayden grimaced as La La jumped onto the bed with a grunt. "Wade, La La's too fat."

"No, he's just big boned." He grinned widely, handing her the mug.

La La blinked rapidly at her and she narrowed her eyes. "Don't look at me like that. Wade, he's hungry, feed him, I'm afraid."

"Big Sissy. How'd you sleep?" He asked sitting down on the bed.

"Pretty good, until this morning. Had a dream." she said then took a sip of coffee and purred.

"A dirty dream?" he asked wiggling an eyebrow.

Cayden shrugged and drank more coffee.

"Oh cool!" Wade bounced up and down on the bed.

Cayden thrust her hand out holding the mug of coffee at arms length. La La watched with great interest should anything happen to spill. "Hey! Cut that out or you'll waste caffeine!" She reprimanded her enthusiastic roommate.

"Who! Tell me, tell me, tell me!"

"I never admitted to it." Cayden muttered guiltily.

"Denise?"

The brunette shrugged noncommittally.

"Brooke?"

Cayden fought the urge to blush.

"Brooke!! Oh my! Was it juicy? Were you naked?"

"Wade! We were just kissing. Jesus..."

Wade looked disappointed. "That was it?"

"Sorry buddy... that's it." She snickered.

"Crap."

Cayden laughed as he pouted his way out of the room. "Hey, the beast please!" she yelled trying to shove the cat off the bed with her foot.

"La La, come see daddy."

"Yeah, go see daddy, he's got bacon in there I smell it."

The fat cat jumped off the bed with an oof.

 
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Brooke woke up Sunday morning alone in the bed. The dreams were commonplace now and she expected them every night. Instead of questioning them, she welcomed them. She washed her warm face with cold water and closed her eyes to savor the last bits of her dream as it faded. Padding around the house, she found it empty and couldn't find a note or a message on the machine from Grant. "Figures. He probably wants to make me nervous as to his where abouts now." Not really caring and still a little sore about him following her the previous night, she rolled her eyes at his briefcase as she passed it on the way to the kitchen.

While waiting for the coffee to brew she sat at the table and closed her eyes, trying to recall her dream. It seemed every time Cayden was about to taste her she woke up. "I'll never know what that feels like." She said with a pout. "Then again, how can I feel it in my dream if I never felt in real life." She sighed. "I can't very well make it up, but I sure can imagine what it may feel like." she said dreamily. "OKAY!" she stood up and stretched. "No more thinking those things. How will you face your mother with that on your mind?"

 
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Ever since Brooke got to her parent's house, her mother had been looking at her sideways. She wasn't behaving any differently, still trying to stuff her with food, but there was something on her mind and Brooke was almost afraid to ask. If her father had been there, he'd have come right out with whatever it was, but he was over at Gramma Millie's. Now, after a big lunch, and with Fred on her lap, Brooke was sitting on the plastic covered sofa eyeing her mother suspiciously as she sat down with a cup of tea.