Changes - Part 17
Title: Changes - Part 17
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 1029 words
Summary: A journey through self-discovery.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Lindsay stuck to her story; she wanted to learn more about DJ’ing.
A friend passed along Samantha’s phone number to her, at the woman’s request, and Lindsay called her immediately.
“So, about that follow-up lesson…” Lindsay said seriously, though she was grinning from ear to ear.
“Well, you’ve certainly got the basics down. I think it would be best if I taught you the more advanced stuff in private. That cool?”
Lindsay felt a fluttering in her stomach. This was what she had been chasing after for months. She was glad she persisted.
“Sure. Did you want to come by here later?”
Samantha agreed. She jotted down Lindsay’s address and planned to arrive in the early evening.
Lindsay spent the entire afternoon anxiously cleaning her apartment and thinking of all the right things to say. She didn’t want to seem too transparent. Did Samantha know what her intentions were? Had she already been too obvious?
After having spent so much time with the woman in club settings, she knew exactly what Samantha drank and so she stocked up. She took a few sips herself as time wound down, trying to calm her jittery nerves.
She looked at the clock several times. Samantha was late. Had she decided to back out? Lindsay picked up her phone and was just about to call when she heard a quick knock on her front door.
“Hey, sorry I’m late,” Samantha said. She was dressed comfortably in an airy t-shirt and a pair of jeans. She started to kick her shoes off but Lindsay insisted she didn’t mind. Samantha was glad; she always felt more like herself when she wore her dunks.
“Oh, no worries. I was so busy, I almost forgot you were coming,” Lindsay lied, not wanting the woman to know she had been preparing for her arrival most of the day.
Samantha smiled nervously, slouching under the weight of her heavy backpack. “So, where did you want me to set up?” Lindsay shrugged and looked around.
“Wherever you would like. Make yourself at home. I’ll grab you a drink.”
Lindsay rushed to the kitchen and poured Samantha a generous amount of Jack Daniel’s and some coca cola into a tall glass. She took a long sip herself and then added some more soda. I hope she likes her drinks strong, she thought.
She found Samantha setting up by a wall-length window in her living room. Lindsay was surprised to see she had brought all of her equipment. Maybe she wasn’t being transparent enough. Had Samantha really assumed she was inviting her over for DJ’ing lessons?
“Sorry if it’s too strong. I’m not much of a bartender.” Lindsay set the tall glass on a low table near Samantha’s backpack. The woman shrugged, took a sip and coughed a little.
“It’s all good. I’ll just drink it slow.” She smiled and Lindsay walked over closer to her. “So, what do you want to learn?”
Lindsay chewed seductively on one of her long fingers as she surveyed the complex equipment. “Whatever you want to teach me.”
Samantha snickered, blushing. Lindsay wondered what she was thinking. “Well, we’ll start with basic scratching and go from there.” Lindsay nodded, placing a hand on Samantha’s back as she slid past her to the window.
She closed the curtains and dimmed the lights. “That help? Make it feel a bit more like we’re in a club.”
Samantha pulled at the collar of her shirt as Lindsay arrived at her side again. “Sure, that works. Think we could open a window? It’s kind of hot in here.”
Lindsay slid one window open halfway and grinned to herself. She watched Samantha sip thirstily at her drink. So much for slow.
Samantha set her drink down as Lindsay walked back over to her. She swallowed hard. She wondered if Lindsay wore party dresses at home all the time or if this occasion was special. It made her feel underdressed but the girl didn’t seem to mind.
“So you put your hand here…” Samantha said, guiding Lindsay’s hand to the record. She moved the girl’s other hand to a number of dials while she scrolled through songs on her laptop.
Lindsay obeyed, resting her chin on her own shoulder as she watched the woman, deep in concentration. She moved her hand back and forth on the record as Samantha instructed her.
“You’re pretty good for a beginner.” Samantha said this with a wink. She stepped away for a moment to pick up her drink. With one swallow, she finished it.
“You want another one?” Lindsay asked, taking her hands away from the turntables and placing them at her sides. Samantha shook her head and set her empty glass back on its coaster.
She walked slowly back toward Lindsay. “You already know all this, don’t you?” she said, standing closely behind the girl. Lindsay looked bashfully over her shoulder and into Samantha’s eyes.
Samantha reached over to her laptop, setting her playlist on shuffle. Lindsay fidgeted with her fingers, hands still at her sides when she felt Samantha’s delicate hands take hold of her hips. “Nothing wrong with a refresher. And you’re such a good teacher.”
The woman pressed herself against Lindsay’s back and left a gentle kiss on her bare shoulder. “So you invited me over here on false pretenses?”
Lindsay giggled, and moaned softly. “You’re telling me you had no idea?”
Samantha shook her head, groping slowly up to Lindsay’s waist. She wrapped her arms around the girl and carefully turned her around. “I’m not very good at reading between the lines.”
Lindsay grinned and looked down, her cheeks red and warm. Samantha placed a hand below the right side of her jaw, lifting her head and leaning it away from her. With an open mouth, she brought her lips to the top of the girl’s neck, biting it softly.
Lindsay closed her eyes and groaned, leaning against the table behind her. Samantha was pressed closely to her with her free hand straying dangerously close to the bottom of the girl’s dress.
Letting her moist bottom lip drag against the smooth skin of Lindsay’s neck, Samantha stopped with her lips pressed hard behind the girl’s ear. “But, I do charge extra for private parties.”
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 1029 words
Summary: A journey through self-discovery.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Lindsay stuck to her story; she wanted to learn more about DJ’ing.
A friend passed along Samantha’s phone number to her, at the woman’s request, and Lindsay called her immediately.
“So, about that follow-up lesson…” Lindsay said seriously, though she was grinning from ear to ear.
“Well, you’ve certainly got the basics down. I think it would be best if I taught you the more advanced stuff in private. That cool?”
Lindsay felt a fluttering in her stomach. This was what she had been chasing after for months. She was glad she persisted.
“Sure. Did you want to come by here later?”
Samantha agreed. She jotted down Lindsay’s address and planned to arrive in the early evening.
Lindsay spent the entire afternoon anxiously cleaning her apartment and thinking of all the right things to say. She didn’t want to seem too transparent. Did Samantha know what her intentions were? Had she already been too obvious?
After having spent so much time with the woman in club settings, she knew exactly what Samantha drank and so she stocked up. She took a few sips herself as time wound down, trying to calm her jittery nerves.
She looked at the clock several times. Samantha was late. Had she decided to back out? Lindsay picked up her phone and was just about to call when she heard a quick knock on her front door.
“Hey, sorry I’m late,” Samantha said. She was dressed comfortably in an airy t-shirt and a pair of jeans. She started to kick her shoes off but Lindsay insisted she didn’t mind. Samantha was glad; she always felt more like herself when she wore her dunks.
“Oh, no worries. I was so busy, I almost forgot you were coming,” Lindsay lied, not wanting the woman to know she had been preparing for her arrival most of the day.
Samantha smiled nervously, slouching under the weight of her heavy backpack. “So, where did you want me to set up?” Lindsay shrugged and looked around.
“Wherever you would like. Make yourself at home. I’ll grab you a drink.”
Lindsay rushed to the kitchen and poured Samantha a generous amount of Jack Daniel’s and some coca cola into a tall glass. She took a long sip herself and then added some more soda. I hope she likes her drinks strong, she thought.
She found Samantha setting up by a wall-length window in her living room. Lindsay was surprised to see she had brought all of her equipment. Maybe she wasn’t being transparent enough. Had Samantha really assumed she was inviting her over for DJ’ing lessons?
“Sorry if it’s too strong. I’m not much of a bartender.” Lindsay set the tall glass on a low table near Samantha’s backpack. The woman shrugged, took a sip and coughed a little.
“It’s all good. I’ll just drink it slow.” She smiled and Lindsay walked over closer to her. “So, what do you want to learn?”
Lindsay chewed seductively on one of her long fingers as she surveyed the complex equipment. “Whatever you want to teach me.”
Samantha snickered, blushing. Lindsay wondered what she was thinking. “Well, we’ll start with basic scratching and go from there.” Lindsay nodded, placing a hand on Samantha’s back as she slid past her to the window.
She closed the curtains and dimmed the lights. “That help? Make it feel a bit more like we’re in a club.”
Samantha pulled at the collar of her shirt as Lindsay arrived at her side again. “Sure, that works. Think we could open a window? It’s kind of hot in here.”
Lindsay slid one window open halfway and grinned to herself. She watched Samantha sip thirstily at her drink. So much for slow.
Samantha set her drink down as Lindsay walked back over to her. She swallowed hard. She wondered if Lindsay wore party dresses at home all the time or if this occasion was special. It made her feel underdressed but the girl didn’t seem to mind.
“So you put your hand here…” Samantha said, guiding Lindsay’s hand to the record. She moved the girl’s other hand to a number of dials while she scrolled through songs on her laptop.
Lindsay obeyed, resting her chin on her own shoulder as she watched the woman, deep in concentration. She moved her hand back and forth on the record as Samantha instructed her.
“You’re pretty good for a beginner.” Samantha said this with a wink. She stepped away for a moment to pick up her drink. With one swallow, she finished it.
“You want another one?” Lindsay asked, taking her hands away from the turntables and placing them at her sides. Samantha shook her head and set her empty glass back on its coaster.
She walked slowly back toward Lindsay. “You already know all this, don’t you?” she said, standing closely behind the girl. Lindsay looked bashfully over her shoulder and into Samantha’s eyes.
Samantha reached over to her laptop, setting her playlist on shuffle. Lindsay fidgeted with her fingers, hands still at her sides when she felt Samantha’s delicate hands take hold of her hips. “Nothing wrong with a refresher. And you’re such a good teacher.”
The woman pressed herself against Lindsay’s back and left a gentle kiss on her bare shoulder. “So you invited me over here on false pretenses?”
Lindsay giggled, and moaned softly. “You’re telling me you had no idea?”
Samantha shook her head, groping slowly up to Lindsay’s waist. She wrapped her arms around the girl and carefully turned her around. “I’m not very good at reading between the lines.”
Lindsay grinned and looked down, her cheeks red and warm. Samantha placed a hand below the right side of her jaw, lifting her head and leaning it away from her. With an open mouth, she brought her lips to the top of the girl’s neck, biting it softly.
Lindsay closed her eyes and groaned, leaning against the table behind her. Samantha was pressed closely to her with her free hand straying dangerously close to the bottom of the girl’s dress.
Letting her moist bottom lip drag against the smooth skin of Lindsay’s neck, Samantha stopped with her lips pressed hard behind the girl’s ear. “But, I do charge extra for private parties.”