After Midnight (17 page)

“Don't move.” Her need-filled voice tickled my nipple, reminding me of the situation. With forced determination, I tried to find the strength to keep from crumbling to the floor. I felt her
mouth slide across my chest to the other nipple. Each flick of her tongue sent a jolt straight to my clit. I was sure there was a small lake between my legs.

Shea released my nipple, and I felt her standing erect in front of me. I sensed her hands settling against the counter on either side of my waist as she leaned her body into mine. The whisper of her breath floated across my lips. “I'm not sure who was more surprised when I drove another foul into your solar plexus that day.” I was having a hard time controlling my breathing as her robe-clad, hardened nipples rubbed against my painfully excited ones.

“When you got your breath back, you looked at the woman and said, ‘A simple no would have sufficed.' I vowed right then and there we were going to be friends.” The caress of what felt like downy soft feathers moved across my skin causing me to involuntarily shiver. I felt goose bumps rise in the wake of the contact.

My eyes blinked from the unexpected glare of light as the blindfold was removed. As my eyes focused, I took her in. A small smile played over Shea's lips, as if she could read the hunger I knew had to be showing in my eyes.

“Gather up the banana-split items and take them back out to the Arizona room. Don't forget the scoop, this time.” She turned and walked out, leaving me trembling with raw desire.

Fuck a duck. She was driving me crazy with these fucking bump-n-goes. I pushed out a frustrated hiss of breath between my clenched teeth like wind across the desert.

I stood alone at the end of a uniquely designed lounge chair, taking in the changes to the Arizona room while awaiting further instructions. Lit candles bathed the room in an ethereal glow as Nusound's
Erotic Moods
CD played in the background. Padded extensions branched from the sides of the
chair allowing a seated person to be restrained, completely open, and ready for her lover's pleasure.

“Lie faceup on the chair,” Shea said as she entered the room, still clad in that purple robe. “Get comfortable. You'll be there a while.”

Once I was settled, she replaced the blindfold over my eyes. She bound my ankles and wrists to the extensions and adjusted the chair back until I was almost parallel to the floor. Although the chair was comfortable, I felt exposed and vulnerable, knowing she had a clear view of my wet, throbbing clit. She held my breast in her hand, the nipple between her thumb and finger. My body arched as she applied pressure to my nipple. I clenched and unclenched my hands as a shock wave of pleasure coursed through me.

The next thing I knew, my breasts were coated with cold fire. “Vanilla and strawberry on the breasts. Chocolate down below.” As she sucked the ice cream from my skin, the combination of cold and warm moisture rocked me to the core. I tugged at the restraints, desperately trying to get closer. Wetness pooled between my legs. I needed to feel her everywhere at once. I became lost to the world as each touch of her tongue and mouth sent shivers of pleasure all through my body.

I was so close to exploding that it took all my self-control to keep from breaking her no-talking rule by begging her to fuck me. Gasping for air, I tried unsuccessfully to guide her teasing lips to my quivering clit to give me a much-needed release. She kept me on the brink, not giving in to my nonverbal pleas.

The doorbell chimed repeatedly, breaking through the heady mist of my arousal. Shea feathered my lips with kisses, and I savored the taste of her blending with strawberry and chocolate.

“Be right back.” She walked away, leaving me teetering on the edge of orgasmic insanity.

F-f-u-u-c-c-k-k, she's trying to kill me.
I strained to hear what was going on in the other room. The sound of more than one pair of footsteps approaching made me feel more vulnerable than I'd ever felt in my life. By now, however, I was so crazy with lust-filled need I couldn't care less if a whole convent's worth of nuns had arrived, as long as they'd cool the fiery sensations searing through me.

“I invited some friends over to join me in some celebratory ice cream,” Shea said when she returned. I tried to interpret how many “some” meant.

“You might as well undress now,” Shea told her guests. “The ice cream melts fast and you'll just get messy.” Fingers pinched my left nipple, and I arched into the contact. “They'll be coming off eventually anyway.” This comment induced mild laughter followed by the rustling of clothing. It wasn't long before I was able to determine that there were now three mouths feasting on my body.

“I think this banana is frozen.” That sounded like Janet, a beautiful woman with long blonde hair and a nice tight ass. If Janet was here, Sam was too. I should have known they would be the ones Shea had called. Sam and Janet had known Shea for years. She had even stood up for Sam at their commitment ceremony.

“Hmm, I wonder how we can warm it up?” Janet said. “Oh, I know.” A cold hardness slid into my hot wet passage. “Mmm, how does that feel?” Despite the coldness moving within the pulsating pressure between my legs, my body burned like molten lava.

“Oh, careful.” Shea's voice contained amused caution.

“Oops, it broke off,” Janet giggled, as I felt what I guessed was the banana remaining motionless inside me.

“Guess someone's going to have to suck it out.” Sam's desire-filled voice sent a shiver through me. Damn, what was it with me and butches today?

“Sam,” Shea said in a playful warning tone, “this is my celebration. I get first taste.” Her tongue touched my clit, and I could no longer think in complete sentences. My leg muscles clenched and unclenched with the pleasure. I tried to be quiet because she hadn't given me permission to make noise, but I just couldn't hold back the moans.

“I'll just try out the whipped cream then,” Sam said.

The unmistakable sound of whipped cream being squirted from the can added to my sensual pleasure. From the sudden chill, I could identify the parts Sam was interested in feasting on.

“Can't forget the cherries,” Shea said.

I couldn't tell where the cherries were placed. I did, however, feel a warm, wet tongue scoop into my belly button as lips sucked around the outer edge. A trail of wet kisses traveled from my stomach to my breasts where lips sucked hungrily. At the same time, another pair of lips followed the same trail, until I had a pair of lips feasting on each of my nipples.

Meanwhile, Shea buried her face between my legs, emitting small sounds of pleasure. I moaned as she pulled my folds apart and stuck her tongue deep inside me. Her tongue and lips moved the softening banana in and out several times before extracting it for good with a combination of sucking and licking. Shea's teasing lips explored the most intimate regions of my body, sending waves of pleasure pouring from my hot center into her mouth.

Janet had abandoned my breast to straddle my head, facing the length of my body. Taking a deep breath to immerse my senses in her scent, I kissed up her firm thighs until I reached her clit. A small gasp escaped her when my lips touched her wet folds and she stretched out prone down my body.

As her tongue joined Shea's in an intimate dance entwined with my clit, I switched from kissing to licking her sweet
wetness, slowly yet firmly swirling my tongue across her folds. I wanted to tease her and make her orgasm build to the most explosive she'd ever had by mouth.

“Hell, Janet, you know how that turns me on.” Sam's husky voice was thick with need. “I've got to fuck you.” Before long what had to be a latex cock brushed against my lips and tongue as it slid deep into Janet's sweet opening. Sam slid the dildo in and out, faster and faster, while Janet ground into my face. Sam's pelvis slapping into Janet's ass didn't hinder me in any way from licking and sucking Janet's sweet juices.

“Oh, yes, please, please.” Janet stopped licking me long enough to plead with Sam, or me, or both. “Oh, please. Don't. Don't. Stop.” Her words came in gasping breaths as she neared the edge of bliss. She pushed farther into my face giving me as much access as she could, while still keeping rhythm with Sam's thrusting. The intoxicating flavor of an excited woman danced across my tongue until Janet was screaming and pushing with everything she had against Sam's driving cock.

“Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Make me come. So good. So damn good. Oh, yes.” Janet was gasping for air as her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave. My face and shoulders were wet when she was done. I absolutely love making another woman do this.

At the same time, Shea's tongue dove deeper and deeper into my wetness causing me to buck uncontrollably. I wanted—needed—her to put out my growing fire. A chorus of slurping and groaning echoed around the room as an explosion of white lights blasted behind my covered eyelids. The most intense orgasm I'd ever felt sent my soul orbiting out of control.

“Want to see who's been feasting on you?” The blindfold was removed, and I blinked my eyes to bring Shea, Sam, and Janet's forms into focus. “What fun is winning if your friends
aren't there to join in the celebration?” Shea chuckled, looking quite pleased.

All three of the women unbuckled my restraints, as I lay gasping in a sweaty, sticky mass of limpness, trying to regain my strength. I noticed the strap-on proudly bobbing between Sam's legs. Her dark hair brushed against her shirt collar as her hazel eyes watched me, a knowing smirk on her face.

If I survive this weekend, the first thing I'm going to do is check the schedule for the next Comets/Mercury game,
I thought, as Shea gave her crew cleanup instructions.

 

 

 

 

 

I
hadn't seen Gerri since the night before she left for Women's Week. The fact that I missed her after only a week was starting to scare me. I was falling for her, and only a concrete floor could stop me. She'd flown to Provincetown with a couple of friends from work, and I was supremely jealous that they'd gone without me. It was impossible to get the time off from my job no matter how hard I tried to finagle it, and besides, I hadn't been there long enough to rate a vacation. I'd driven Gerri to the airport and given what I hoped was an Academy Award-winning performance of being okay with her departure.

Gerri and I worked together, and even though it was against company policy to have sex with a coworker, regardless of gender, I had the hots for her. I'd heard rumors from reliable sources that she had a history of breaking hearts. As much as I didn't want to top the long list or lose my job I couldn't control my feelings any more than I could control the tingle in my clit
whenever she was around. I was happy when she took me up on my offer of a ride home from the airport, since we'd be able to spend some time together outside of work.

At the end of the week, I eagerly went to pick her up. It was a good thing her plane landed on time since I arrived at the airport an hour early. When I spotted her approaching, I was delighted to see that she was alone. It turned out the other two women had opted to stay in Provincetown a few extra days—lucky them, or more accurately, lucky me. As Gerri walked toward me, I saw that her ruddy complexion was simply radiant, accentuating her dazzling bright blue eyes. There was a roughness to her angled features, from years of playing outdoors, that had captivated me from the moment I'd set eyes on her. I noticed her cheeks were red, maybe even a bit chafed.

I longed to run my fingers through her short-cropped blonde hair. It looked windblown and messy, just the way I liked it. I impulsively hugged her as she shifted the backpack to her other shoulder. Seemingly unfazed by my overly friendly gesture—we weren't on a hugging basis—she flashed me her best “Gerri” smile and winked. I melted.

Weak at the knees and barely recovering, I asked, “How was your trip?”

“Great,” she said, and we started walking to baggage claim.

We made our way to the luggage carousel and waited. I took in how tight her jeans were and was envious of the intimacy the material had with her crotch. When she noticed the direction of my gaze, she gave me a knowing look. I averted my eyes and blushed, but I couldn't look away for long. I was drawn not only by the tight jeans showing off her long trim legs but by the way her jacket barely reached the top of her butt. And what an amazing butt she had. She was still talking when I realized I'd missed most of her conversation since I was too busy mentally
undressing her. My hungry gaze traveled north and lingered on her breasts. I imagined she wasn't wearing a bra and her small firm breasts needed to be tweaked.

“I heard it rained,” I said as lights flashed, a buzzer sounded, and the conveyor belt was activated.

“The sea was full of fish, and the town was full of lesbians. I didn't notice the weather. Did it rain?”

“Very funny.” I grinned up at her feeling like a lovesick fool. She was at least a head taller than me even with my two-inch heels. Glancing at a candy wrapper on the floor, I was certain I had a dopey look on my face.

“P-town was fantastic,” she said. “First the fish—I caught three blue fins and one striped bass from the breakwater and one striped bass from Herring Beach. The weather wasn't ideal for sunbathing, but I fished and loved it.” Her animation whenever she spoke of her fishing expeditions was adorable. Not missing a beat, she saw her suitcase and grabbed it off the conveyer belt with ease. “Just need the fishing-rod case and we're outta here.”

As it made its way down the belt, we spotted the four-foot tube with her prized possession; it was impossible to miss. I offered to take it, but she almost bit my head off.