Page 45 of Beaches, Bagels & Babes
While tiring, working dough by hand was fun. There was nothing like taking your frustrations out on a soon-to-be edible mound of putty. Daisy needed her stand mixers to produce on the scale she did, but she still liked to mix the occasional batch by hand. Just like when she used to make art, she liked the tactile feel of creation.
“What?” Daisy shot Candace a look, but did not stop her methodical moulding. “You wanna try?”
“Me?Won’t I mess it up?”
“It’s almost there,” Daisy assured her. Stepping back, she washed her hands and took Candace’s still-recording phone. “Just do it.”
With clear trepidation, Candace did as she was told. Daisy watched through the phone screen as the woman eased her delicate fingers into the dough.Toomuch ease. She looked like an awkward teenage boy going for their first tit.
“Am I doing it right?”
“No. Harder. C’mon, Iknowyou can grope better than that.”
Candace sucked in a short breath. Her motions became even more fumbled.
With a sigh, Daisy stepped in.
“Here. Like this—”
Sidling up behind Candace, Daisy positioned herself so that she could guide the other woman’s motions. Her right handenveloped Candace’s while her left raised the phone high to keep recording. She pressed in close to keep them both in frame.
As Daisy threaded her fingers with Candace’s, she noticed the woman’s nails were painted a blue-green color that would have matched her former outfit. They were already chipped in places, but that somehow made the effect cuter. It was the effort; Candace always put in a huge amount of effort to look nice, but she was not afraid to get her hands dirty either.
Daisy wondered if it was personal pride or if there was someone the woman wanted to impress.
At Daisy’s urging, she massaged the dough’s smooth surface. Their fingers disappeared into the pliable mound, then back out. They started out at a slow rhythm, but quickly picked up pace.
“That’s good,” Daisy praised. “Don’t be afraid to put some muscle into it.”
“It’s harder than it looks!”
Candace grunted with effort, but she matched Daisy’s intensity. Their bodies pushed and pulled in tandem while they settled into a sort of rocking motion. Daisy was not sure which of them giggled first, but once it started, they could not stop.
It was silly.
Fun.
Then, it felt like something else entirely.
Candace put her full self into the task. The motions were innocent, fueled by a desire to do well. Each successive, strengthened thrust ground Candace’s firm rear against Daisy’s hips. The sensitive spot she brushed was accidental, and yet—
Once.
Twice.
Daisy sucked in a sharp breath that romantics might have called a gasp. The scent of lilac curled around her awareness, sweet enough to lick. She felt a deep, aching want in the pit ofher core. A desire to throw the phone across the room, thrust a hand down Candace’s shorts, and knead her like she was dough until she—
HELL NO.
Disgusted by her daydream, Daisy leaped back. Her heart pounded in horny protest but she ignored it.
Daisy set the dough in a proving container, saying, “It’s done.”
And so was she, until she could get her libido in check. An awkward beat passed. When Daisy could take it no more, she did the only thing that came to her mush-mind.
“I need a shower.”
“O-okay,” Candace stammered. She might have said more, but Daisy did not wait to hear it. The bathroom door slammed shut between them. She tore off her clothes, turned on the shower, and jumped in while it was still cold.
