Crazy Bitch (Bitches and Queens) (10 page)

“Hannah, what’s wrong?” Willow
asked as she scooted out from beneath Hannah and sat up in front of her.

When Hannah didn’t answer,
Willow reached out and touched her face. Brushing back a loose tendril of her
platinum hair, Willow asked, “Is this your first time?”

“Yes,” Hannah mumbled.

Willow wrapped her arms around
Hannah.

Everyone always talks about
out-of-body experiences, but they never discuss the painful crash back inside
the cage. For as long Hannah could remember, her essence always hovered outside
the body she so despised. Now, spirit and flesh once again reunited—the feeling
was so constricting, so squeezing, it was agonizing. The only relief was Willow’s
sprinkling of tiny kisses across her face, each one like a shot of Novocain
numbing the pain.

Then Willow’s lips were on
hers. It felt so strange, so unbearably soft and sweet. Falling into the
feeling, their bodies crashed back onto the mattress. She felt Willow’s naked
skin under her through her satin pajamas. Her flesh felt like the most finely
woven silk. Hannah shifted onto her side so she could touch her. Starting at
her wrist, Hannah’s fingers trailed down Willow’s arm. When she reached a
sensitive spot on her underarm, Willow jerked in response. Moving on, her
fingers followed the curve of Willow’s body, past the shallow valleys of her
ribcage, over her belly button, and then back up the middle. She stopped once
her fingertips reached just below her breasts.

Willow’s hot tongue licked at
the seam of her closed mouth. Hannah started to gasp in response and felt
Willow slip inside her lips. Feeling another person inside this body, which she
herself had just became reacquainted with, felt both shockingly intimate and
carnal. Like drowning in a river of sinfully wicked chocolate, Hannah never
wanted to come up for air, but she did when she felt Willow’s hand cradle her
own and pull it up to her breast.

The creamy globe was soft but firm,
except for the rose-stained nipple that felt like a pebble against her palm.
Acting on instinct, Hannah leaned in to taste her there. The nub felt hard
against her tongue. She closed her lips to suckle Willow’s nipple while her
hand caressed her other breast. Alternating back and forth between them, Hannah
decided that she could happily spend the rest of her life right there, doing
that very thing.

Yet, Willow was such a
marvelous creature, like a treasure trove filled with all the riches of this
earth, and Hannah wanted more. She wanted to explore every inch of Willow,
stuff herself full with all her glories.

 With her hands and mouth, she
did just that—finally understanding the act she had witnessed hundreds of times
before. Hannah used to believe if she just watched long enough, she might
understand it, as if sex was nothing more than piece of bizarre modern art.
There were times when she had an inkling of understanding, but it wasn’t until now,
when she was with Willow, that all the pieces of the puzzle finally fell in
place.

Licking and nipping her way
down Willow’s belly, Hannah came to the waistband of her pajama bottoms. She
stopped to look up at her. Her eyelids had grown heavy. Her belly rose and fell
erratically, but it wasn’t until Willow pulled her hips off the mattress and
tugged off her bottoms and panties that Hannah was certain she was doing this
right.

Hannah hid her smile against
the curve of her hip and then moved to settle between her open thighs. She took
a long moment to look at her there. Before it wouldn’t have been right, so
Hannah had carefully avoided looking, but now she could have her fill. It was
really no surprise that Willow’s pussy was just as beautiful as the rest of
her. Leaning on her elbows, Hannah’s manicured fingertip reached out. Starting
at the top of her raven landing strip, she moved down past the patch of hair and
followed the seam of her lips. Willow moaned softly and her hips twitched in
response. Growing bolder, she used two fingers to trace the seam, pulling her
apart gently. After the excursion, Hannah rubbed Willow’s hot, silky wetness
between her finger and thumb and then brought them both to her mouth.
Discovering she liked the taste, she decided to traverse the path once more—only
this time she used her tongue. Up and down she licked, until the small ridge
between Willow’s lips swelled.

Willow had become breathless.
She moaned softly several times as her hips bucked in growing excitement. Just
when it appeared the poor darling couldn’t hold out any longer, Hannah’s mouth
pillowed her clitoris. She sucked lightly as her fingers pushed up into Willow’s
tight cunt. Willow’s climax came hard and quick, but Hannah wasn’t done with
her yet. Even as her inner muscles squeezed her finger, Hannah continued her
tender ministrations. Licking, flicking, and sucking with her mouth, her fingers
pushed deeper inside. She came again and again until one climax wrapped and
rolled into another.

Finally, after several minutes,
Willow cried out in exhaustion, “Hannah, stop.”

Hannah pulled her hand out and
kissed a trail down Willow thigh. “Why?” she asked.

“Because I don’t think I can
take much more,” Willow answered breathlessly. “For someone who has never done
this before, you are remarkably talented.”

“Hmm,” Hannah muttered
evasively as she scooted further down on the mattress to explore Willow’s
calves and ankles. “I’ve seen it done a time or two. You have the tiniest feet.
Do you even wear adult size shoes?”

“Size five,” Willow giggled as
she squirmed against Hannah’s ticklish kisses.

“Five,” Hannah scoffed
playfully and then nipped Willow’s big toe. “You could shop in the girls’
department.”

“What size do you wear?”

“I’m not going to admit that,”
Hannah retorted drily as she began to focus her attention on Willow’s other
calf. When she reached her inner thigh, she noticed Willow’s hands
strategically blocking her most intriguing body part, and Hannah started to
chuckle. “What is that, some sort of magical shield?”

Willow pulled back the sheet
and peeked at Hannah. “What are you doing down there anyways?”

Hannah flashed her electric
blue eyes. “I’m hiding…” she smirked and then suddenly leaped up. At eye level,
her lips savagely crashed against Willow’s. Their tongues danced in an erotic
duel before Hannah pulled away and sucked against the column of Willow’s neck. “…or
I’m getting ready to fuck you again. I think I will mark you first.”

“Don’t you dare,” Willow
laughed and tried to pull away but Hannah held her steady.

Hannah was so intent on leaving
a little love bite for Zachary to discover in the morning that she didn’t
notice Willow’s nimble fingers sliding under her shirt until she felt her hands
cup her breasts. Blinking, she pulled back in surprise.

“Don’t you like this?” Willow
questioned as her thumbs brushed back and forth over her nipples.

“I don’t know,” Hannah admitted
honestly.

“Here, let’s try this,” Willow
suggested as she pulled Hannah’s shirt over her head. Once it was removed, she settled
over Hannah. Naked from the waist up, they lay breast to breast and Willow
began sprinkling her face with angel-soft kisses. Lingering for a moment on
Hannah’s chin, her feather-soft lips brushed down her neck and swept over her collarbone.

After overcoming the initial
shock, Hannah realized that she rather enjoyed the feeling of Willow against
her flesh. But the enjoyment skyrocketed to some level of ecstasy when Willow’s
tongue circled her nipple before her lips closed around it and she started to
suck.

Arching off the bed, Hannah
groaned, “Fuck, that feels good.”

After that, Hannah was lost in
a delirium of sensation, amazed that the skin that had always betrayed her
before could possibly feel so good. It was impossible to know where Willow
ended and she began. Sinking into the bliss, she lost herself in the moment,
and for a few minutes, the freedom of escaping Hannah Fairbanks was more
euphoric than the pleasures of her flesh. But it came to a sudden halt, or more
appropriately, Willow came to a sudden halt.

Hannah realized that her pajama
bottoms had slid past her hips, and she gritted between her teeth, “Fuck.”

Willow pulled back the sheet.
Looking very confused, she asked, “What are you?”

“A glorious freak of nature,”
Hannah spat lethally. “I wasn’t lying to you when I said I wasn’t gay. To be
homosexual, you first have to be either a woman or man, and now you know I’m
neither or both. Just fucking forget this,” she said and reached to pull up her
pants.

“No wait,” Willow cried as she
held Hannah’s hands still. “Does it work?” she asked as she glanced down at
Hannah.

“Not if you call it an
it
,”
Hannah gritted through her teeth.

“Sorry,” Willow mumbled. “I’m
just surprised.”

Surprised was putting it
mildly. Shocked, flabbergasted—the very last thing she expected when she pulled
down Hannah’s pants was that. Having been with both women and men, she could honestly
say she had never seen anyone like her before. Yet now that she knew what she
was looking at, Willow believed that this part of Hannah was made just as
beautifully as the rest.

Her flaccid penis was perhaps a
bit smaller than average. As Willow explored with her hand, she discovered that
underneath the penis, where the testicles should have been, were folds and what
felt like a vaginal opening. She was truly neither a woman nor man but both.

Willow glanced up cautiously at
Hannah. Although she had lain back down, she was anything but relaxed. Misery
was etched upon her features. Willow decided not to focus on the part that made
her so uncomfortable. Instead, she kissed her belly, her thighs, her arms, and her
legs. Only once Hannah appeared settled did Willow try again. At first, she
thought Hannah might recoil, but she didn’t. Willow looked up and found Hannah
lying with her head turned to her side, staring blanking towards the wall, so
she bit her thigh.

“Ouch,” Hannah groaned.

“Don’t fade out on me,” Willow
said.

“It’s what I do, whenever…”

“Maybe…” Willow said as she
bent to taste her cock, “…but don’t do it to me.”

Hannah grimaced and then
covered her face with her arms. It took several minutes before Willow felt the
stirrings of life in her mouth. She wasn’t sure it was going to happen until
she heard Hannah’s muffled, “Fuck.” Almost as soon as she uttered it, she began
to swell and grow hard. Willow realized it might have happened sooner, but
Hannah had been fighting against the sensations. Using her hand and her mouth,
Willow made her hard.

“Why are you resisting?” Willow
questioned as she crawled up and sat on her knees between Hannah’s hips. “Don’t
you want to be inside my pussy? Don’t you want to fuck me again?”

Willow slowly sank down as
Hannah’s cock stretched her tight core. She rode her gently at first as Hannah
covered her face.

“Don’t you like this?” Willow
asked.

“I fucking hate it,” Hannah
hissed.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Fuck no.”

Willow reached out and took
Hannah’s arms off her face. “Then show me,” she challenged.

Almost brutally, she pulled
Willow’s mouth to hers, but the second her soft lips touched Hannah’s she
started to calm. Hannah reached between their bodies and found Willow’s breast.
Pulling her lips away from Willow’s mouth, Hannah leaned down and took her
nipple into her mouth. “Is this what you want?” she kissed against Willow’s
breasts.

“Yes, Hannah, yes,” Willow
moaned as she bounced up and down enthusiastically.

Willow came again, squeezing her
tight. Hannah began to feel the strangest escalation, a build-up, her flesh
climbing higher and higher until suddenly she exploded—for the first time in
her life.

Sometime in the wee hours of
the morning, Hannah began having the most troubling dream. She was a young
child wearing a white ruffled dress and white leather shoes. She glanced up at
the woman holding her hand. It was new mommy.

“Remember what I said Hannah,
don’t touch any of them,” new mommy warned with a gleam in her eyes.

They walked in the yellow brick
building together. The large reception area was filled with woman and children
of various ages. Once new mommy began talking to another adult, little Hannah
looked around cautiously. She saw a very pretty lady with long black hair
sitting near the back corner. Hannah could tell by the way she was dressed she
was one of
them
. New mommy liked to pretend that she cared about the
poor—just like she liked to pretend she loved Hannah—but she didn’t.

The pretty lady was holding a tiny
baby that was bundled up in a pink blanket. She smiled at Hannah. New mommy’s
hand had slipped away, so Hannah walked towards the pretty lady. She just
wanted to look at the baby because she had never seen one so small.

“Hello, what’s your name?” the
pretty lady asked when Hannah approached.

“Hello, my name is Hannah. Is
that your baby?”

“Yes, do you want to see her?”
the pretty lady said and then moved the blanket back to reveal the baby’s face.