The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica (20 page)

BJ was almost there herself. She tensed her legs and grabbed hold of Nicki’s ass, sliding her slippery pussy up her thigh and onto her crotch. She had a fleeting thought of trying to pull
her shorts aside, but they were too tight – it wouldn’t work. But she knew what would work. She broke from the kiss and pulled Nicki’s head back by her hair.

“Suck my tits,” she said. Nicki’s warm mouth latched on to her nipple, sucking it hard while she moaned softly. BJ’s legs buckled against the car as she came, deep waves
washed through her body, cleansing her from a million rejections, and giving her temporary respite from her grief.

“Holy shit,” Nicki said as she threw her head back and laughed, letting her hands slide from BJ’s breasts to her waist.

“Sweet Jesus.” BJ looked her square in the eyes. “Thank you, God . . . and thank you, Nicki, Goddess of Love.” She smiled broadly, her swollen lips sliding over even
white teeth.

“You didn’t plan that, did you?” Nicki said.

“Hell no. But if I’d known it would turn out like this, I would have.”

They struggled with the awkwardness of coming down from ecstasy to the mundane happenings of the afternoon. They eventually finished the car, feeling weak and unmotivated and doing a half-assed
job. They sat down on the chairs talking about the summer when BJ looked up. Nicki snapped her head around at the crunching of tires on the driveway. She stood up and looked, but didn’t
recognize the car. She squinted into the sun, until the figure was squarely in its path, revealing her face – Corrine. Nicki looked down at herself. Her tank top was dry, but it was filthy
from rubbing against the car, her shorts were still damp and stuck in her butt crack when she stood up. She hadn’t showered or even combed her hair. Fuck.

Corrine was radiant. Tan and trim and obviously spit and polished for the visit. Her short hair was bleached blond and spiked up with product – but not overdone. She wore a tailored blue
chambray shirt, sleeves rolled up to mid forearm and tucked in Khaki shorts with crisp creases down the legs – and she’d just driven three hours.

“Corrine . . . welcome,” Nicki said, dying inside.

“Hey. I didn’t know if this was the place or not. But you gave good directions. How are you?” She walked toward Nicki with her arms extended for a hug.

“Are you sure you want to hug me? I’m a mess. Sorry, I didn’t keep very good track of the time.” They hugged warmly, like two old friends. Once Nicki got over her
embarrassment, she felt her face flush with excitement at the thought of spending time with somebody from home.

“Corrine, this is my landlord, BJ. BJ, Corrine.” BJ sprang to her feet and pumped Corrine’s hand.

“Really nice to meet you. Yup, I’m the Slumlord,” she laughed. “Well, you two have a great weekend. I’ve got to get this ladder over to my dad’s.” When
she turned and walked to her truck, Nicki smiled to herself. She knew what was under that T-shirt. The truck fired up with a loud rattle and BJ stuck her arm out the side window and waved as she
pulled away.

“Well, come on in,” Nicki said as she grabbed Sadie’s collar. They hadn’t had many visitors lately, and the dog was a maniac, trying to jump on Corrine and lick her
hands. “Sorry about the dog.” She racked her brain trying to think how she was going to make this work – try to make it look like she was on top of things. Show her the house, and
then what? She couldn’t really excuse herself and take a shower and get cleaned up, how rude would that be?

“How would you like to go out to the beach, maybe take a little walk . . . Sadie is better behaved when she’s exhausted.”

“Sounds wonderful. I love the beach.” Corrine also was trying to adjust.

The drive had been a long one, and now that she was here, it almost seemed as if Nicki wasn’t expecting her. It felt like a risk to drive up for the weekend. It wasn’t like her to
just jump in the car and take off, but she was sick of being so conventional, so worried about appearances. Besides, she liked Nicki. Many times over the years they had run into each other. They
hadn’t had particularly deep conversations, but they shared a similar sense of humour and enjoyed matching wits. So what if she had lost track of time – things happen. It’s more
casual up here – less concern about time and being dolled up. Nicki had seemed happy to see her, she just needed to relax and enjoy herself.

“Let’s go.” Nicki had washed up, done something with her hair, and changed into different clothes. She looked good. Relaxed, needless to say, and happy. They rode out to the
beach and talked all the way, discussing the latest gossip about mutual friends. Nicki knew a stretch of beach that was usually deserted – or close to deserted. They pulled up to find a
couple of cars there, but nobody visible on the shoreline. The dog bolted from the back seat and twirled around expectantly.

“Okay, let’s go.” Nicki motioned her hand toward the water and Sadie took off down the beach, sand flying up behind her. The two women followed, slowly strolling and talking as
Nicki tossed a stick to the dog.

There was an ease, a comfort that came from at least knowing
about
each other, even though they weren’t close friends. There would be no surprises, like finding out your new lover
had spent some time in jail, or was still married to a man, or had a reputation for affairs. They each had recently ended long-term relationships, and they had met years before that. At the same
time, it was exciting to take it a bit further, really talk, find out more about what made the other tick. Before they knew it, Nicki looked down the beach to check on Sadie and could barely make
her out in the distance – it was dusk.

“It’s getting dark. Wow, that’s hard to believe. Hungry?”

“Starving.”

“There’s a little bar just beyond the park. Great burgers and fresh fish.”

“Sounds wonderful.”

They sat in a booth and talked and laughed, sometimes to the point of tears. Nicki felt like the weight of the world was lifting, sitting here with an old friend cracking up over shared stories.
The waitress brought the check and they each paid for their meal. Sadie was sound asleep in the back of the SUV when they came out.

The night was cool but clear, the stars thrown against the night sky like confetti. Nicki had a glass of local Pinot over dinner, but was more than capable of driving safely. Corrine had a Coors
Light. They pulled in to the driveway and found the house pitch black. When they had left for the beach, it was daytime, and Nicki hadn’t thought of turning on the lights. The small house was
at the edge of the woods and, without lights, it was hard to see your hand in front of your face.

“I’ll come around and get you.” Nicki walked around to the passenger’s side, opened the door, and reached for Corrine’s hand.

“Here, give me your hand and I’ll lead you in. I’m pretty good in the dark.”

“I bet you are,” Corrine said.

Did Nicki hear that right? Was that a flirt?

Corrine’s hand was soft and warm. As she stood up outside the car, she pressed her shoulder into Nicki’s to steady herself in the dark. They moved toward the doorway, and then
squeezed together to make it through the entrance. Nicki put her arm around Corrine’s back and guided her through. She could smell her perfume as she passed. She smoothed her hand over the
wall until she bumped into the light switch. She snapped it on and got the dog settled while Corrine sat down on the couch.

“I don’t have any beer, but would you like a glass of wine?”

“Yes. That sounds great.” Corrine wondered what they would do with the rest of the evening. But that fear quickly passed as Nicki showed up with the wine and two glasses. She sat
down on the other end of the sofa, turned sideways, and stretched her legs toward Corrine. They sat there talking and sipping wine until well past midnight.

“I hate to be the party-pooper, but I’m getting tired,” Corrine said. “It’s been a long day.”

“Me too. And I didn’t have to drive three hours to get here. There’s a bathroom just outside your room. I have my own, so you have privacy.”

“Thanks.” Corrine moved closer for a hug, letting her cheek brush Nicki’s. She could feel her soft breasts against hers. She pulled away slowly, hesitating slightly as she held
on to Nicki’s shoulders. She glanced up into her eyes.

“Well, good night,” Nicki said, turning away.

“Night,” Corrine said softly. She had started to feel a stirring earlier as she watched Nicki’s mouth over dinner – had wondered what it would be like to kiss her.
Walking into the house in the dark, with Nicki so close gave her a twinge – a sexual twinge. The feeling hadn’t really left her. The wine and the laughter, both were aphrodisiacs. Her
heart sunk as Nicki said goodnight. Maybe it was for the best.

Pretty soon she was scolding herself. For God sakes, were you driving up here for some kind of tryst? That wasn’t her style, not what she was looking for. She had never done that in her
life, always so practical, so sensible. She pulled down the quilt on the bed and arranged the pillows. She could hear the pipes bang in Nicki’s bathroom. She closed her eyes and reviewed the
night, thinking about Nicki’s mouth, and then her body – what she might look like naked.

Nicki’s muscles relaxed in the hot spray. Finally she could really take her time and get in all the nooks and crannies of her body, scrubbing away the afternoon indiscretion with BJ. Now
all she felt was regret. She had invited Corrine up for the weekend and then, just as she was about to arrive, she had fucked BJ. What was she thinking? Her attraction for Corrine had been
overwhelming, but she couldn’t get past the guilt. How dare she think about Corrine in that way when just a few hours ago she was slipping all over BJ? She soaped up again at the thought of
it and decided to wash her hair. The water was almost too hot, a kind of punishment. Nicki’s skin was a mix of pink over her tan when she stepped out and reached for the towel. She pulled
down the spread on her bed. It was too hot for clothes. She slipped under the cool sheets, hugged her pillow between her legs and thought of Corrine’s sweet smell.

Corrine stopped in the doorway. Early dawn washed Nicki’s bedroom in a soft yellow glow. Corrine’s breath caught in her throat. Nicki was lying naked, her leg wrapped around her
pillow, her hair wild with sleep. She breathed softly, rhythmically, her hands twitching from a dream. Corrine pulled the throw around her and moved silently through the door and around the bed,
behind the sleeping beauty. She couldn’t take her eyes off the pink between her legs, where her thigh lifted to clear the pillow. The arch of her tanned back curved down into an exquisite
pale ass accentuated by a bikini bottom outline on her skin. Her legs were muscular, and her arms were svelte, like a ballerina’s. Her lips were slightly parted, her face flushed in
sleep.

Corrine sat on the edge of the bed, just below and behind Nicki’s knees. She brought her face closer to that vee snuggled against the pillow, the smooth pink of Nicki’s pussy. She
couldn’t take her eyes away as she brought her hand under the throw and down to her own lips. She knew she would be wet and slippery with longing. Her finger circled her clit, and moved down
one side and back up the other, round and round. She had to be quiet. She didn’t want to wake her – yet. She reached out for Nicki’s calf and gently rested her hand on it. She
pushed it forward and up, ever so carefully. As her leg slid higher on the pillow, her pussy spread, opening like a flower. Round and round Corrine’s finger slipped, past her clitoris and
down to her cave. She dipped into the river, and tried not to moan. She touched Nicki’s ass ever so lightly. She moved in her sleep, bringing the leg closer to her elbow. Now Corrine could
see everything, every part of her flower, the soft covering and the inner lips, the glistening opening. She had to stop the circles, keep herself at bay. She held her palm against her pubic hair
and pressed lightly.

She stood up and took a few steps and then settled back down next to Nicki’s back. She leaned forward and kissed her neck. Nicki sighed, but didn’t wake. She kissed her hair and put
her hand on her arm and caressed it gently. She whispered in her ear.

“Don’t be afraid. It’s just me.”

Nicki moaned, but did not open her eyes. Corrine knew by her breathing that she was awake, and she also knew by her closed eyes that she didn’t want her to stop. She dropped her throw and
laid behind her, pressing her breasts into her back. She moved her hand everywhere, down her back to her ass, along her arms, up to her neck and through her hair. She reached down and took hold of
the thigh that rested on the pillow. She pulled it up as far as it would stretch and laid it there. Nicki did not move it. She ran her hand down it and played outside Nicki’s pussy for a long
time, circling it and gently pulling on her lips, until she opened fully, and ran with glistening glide. She dipped her fingers and slid them in and out as Nicki worked her hips and moaned.

“Fuck me, baby, fuck me.” Nicki’s husky voice broke the silence.

Corrine stopped her hand and let her fingers rest just inside Nicki’s pussy.

“Maybe I will, and maybe I won’t,” Corrine said teasingly.

“Please, baby, please . . . make me come,” she pleaded.

“Turn over,” Corrine said, her voice thick with lust. Nicki turned over and looked into Corrine’s face. Her eyes were wild with desire and her lips swollen when they kissed.
They pressed their bodies close and Corrine lowered herself on to Nicki and wrapped her in her arms. She moved down her body and laid against her pubic hair and reached down for her calves, she
pulled them up and pushed them against the back of Nicki’s thighs, her ruby lips spreading to expose her cave. Corrine slid down and put her mouth against her pussy. She licked her –
hard – up and down the sides of her pussy and lightly around the top by her clit. She fucked her with her tongue.

“God, oh Jesus,” Nicki screamed as her legs tensed and her body jerked.

Corrine lay on her pelvis kissing her stomach, until she relaxed. Then she lifted up on her knees and put one on each side of Nicki’s body. She inched up, stopping to kiss Nicki’s
breasts and mouth on the way. When her thighs were on the sides of Nicki’s head, she stopped and put her hands on the headboard. She lowered her pussy over Nicki’s face and held it
there, open and throbbing, inviting Nicki’s tongue. Nicki grabbed her thighs and licked her from front to back, over and over, until she came.