“Oh, is that all?” Victoria’s lips pursed, bringing them just a few breaths closer. Then she smiled. “Let me just tell Shelly that I’m leaving.” Her ass wove and shimmied under the thin skirt as she walked away, putting a little extra in it just for her lover’s benefit.
“Tease,” Dez called after her.
A few minutes later, Victoria got in the truck without comment, arranging her legs demurely under Dez’s watchful gaze. The assorted pencils and pens were gone from her hair, her makeup freshened, and she carried a tiny nothing of a purse. Her smell, the look of her, and the low melody of her voice all plucked an answering string in Dez’s resistant soul. This is
just
a fuck thing. This is just a fuck thing. Maybe if she said it enough times, then it would become true.
“Don’t worry,” she forced herself to say. “I didn’t take you away from your pride and joy just for a little afternoon delight.”
“Then just why did I leave the shop?” She pouted then laughed at the look on Dez’s face. “I’m joking.”
“The seats fold back if you want me to fuck you here.” Dez upped the stakes for the morning. Her fingers floated to Victoria’s thigh. Maybe if she fucked Victoria, then she wouldn’t have to think about her other feelings, the swirl of ambiguities, or the need inside her. “I have wipes in the glove compartment. Rubbers, too.”
And she was instantly there, swimming in images of licking the crotch of Victoria’s thong, pulling at the material until the little string slipped between the swollen lips and her tongue was tracing that line, licking flesh and cotton, sucking at the wet cloth, at the wet pussy, as Victoria bucked against her face.
Dez swallowed. “We can do whatever you want.”
Victoria shook her head. “Let’s . . . let’s keep our clothes on.” But her thighs widened and Dez’s hand seized the opportunity to slide between them and find the gratifyingly wet panties.
“We can do it that way, too.” Her fingers proved her point, moving the damp material out of the way to stroke Victoria’s thickening clit.
Her lover shuddered. Her head fell back. Her eyes closed. “No, I—” But her hips were moving against the leather seat, her pussy already coating Dez’s hand with sweetness. Desperate to feel more, Dez slid deeply inside her.
“Do you want me to stop?” Her fingers moved steadily in their warm sheath, curling in the slick, tight cunt, giving the pleasure slowly.
“No, oh—” Victoria’s hand curled fast around her biceps.
“But . . .” The breath left her again. Dez knew what she was going to say. They were still in the parking lot of Victoriana’s and, despite the truck’s tinted windows, anyone who really wanted to see inside could.
“I’ll make this one quick.” She hauled her lover’s hips closer, over the armrest and gearshift, all without taking her fingers from inside the velvety pussy. Dez leaned closer, suffocating in sweet citrus and powder and aroused sweat, to nuzzle the hard-tipped breast out of Victoria’s blouse, and sucked the nipple deep into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks, licking its turgid warmth between the pincers of her teeth. Dez squirmed in the seat and her clit slid wet and swollen against the seam of her jeans.
“Baby . . .”
Her thumb flickered over Victoria’s clit while her fingers delved deeper, faster. Then her lover was coming, clutching Dez’s fingers tight, sucking them farther inside her with each moan and hitch and gasp. As Victoria’s breath calmed, Dez still licked her nipple and breast, slurping like her lover was a really good mound of ice cream she was afraid was going to melt.
“Hmmm. . . .” Her hands roved over Dez’s hair. Then with a low sigh she released the other breast from her blouse. Dez pounced on the newly exposed skin with her hands and mouth. Her pussy was drenched and tight inside her jeans.
The sound of her zipper going down filled the truck. She just needed one more second. Dez fumbled past the opening in her jeans and plunged her fingers into her own pussy. Her thumb flicked against her throbbing clit. All she needed was—“Fuck!” Once, twice, then she was coming hard against her own fingers with her mouth fastened to Victoria’s nipple. Her ragged breathing gradually slowed. She lifted herself from Victoria and arranged the other woman back in the passenger seat. Dez’s back and the hollow between her breasts slid wetly with sweat.
“Okay, now I can concentrate.”
Victoria chuckled, moving in slow motion as she slid her shoes back on. “Speak for yourself. How can I go back to work like this?”
“I’m not done with you yet. Relax. I meant what I said about an hour. That was barely fifteen minutes.” She released another breath then started the car. “Seat belt, please.” And they were off.
Dez took her to the pier. It was very seductive at night, but in the day it was only a little romantic with the seagulls pitching to and fro just above the waves and the constant flow of pedestrians on the sidewalk barely ten feet away. The seat they finally settled on was at the end of the long strip of cement benches, practically sitting in the water. It was the only bench facing east and that, along with its close proximity to the high splashing waves, afforded them some privacy.
Victoria looked around. “So, why this place?”
“I want to sit and spend some quiet time with you.” Dez’s glance lingered on her face, watching for any sign of unease. She felt like she was confessing some filthy little secret.
Victoria smiled and snuggled back into her arms. “That’s nice.” She fit her back against Dez’s belly and breasts, and wrapped the taller woman’s arms around her own middle. “I like it when you’re nice.”
Dez made a noncommittal sound as she laid her chin on top of Victoria’s head. She’d used some type of hair gel. It wasn’t bad, just different, with its faint smell of apricots.
“You don’t do anything with your days, do you?” Victoria asked suddenly.
“I think about you,” Dez murmured, slipping a hand under her blouse to touch the powder-smooth belly. A light spray off the ocean flew up above the railing and washed over them. Victoria snapped her eyes closed with a soft scream and whirled around to bury her face in Dez’s shoulder.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Dez laughed.
The flecks of water deflected the day’s heat, rising up as steam from her flesh in a thin vapor.
Victoria’s only response was to burrow deeper into her lover’s skin and laugh. “So you don’t have a hobby or job?”
What happened to their nice, quiet time? Dez had heard this before from various people she’d encountered in one town or another. Typical proletarian types who believed that the road to riches, or heaven, was paved with the sweat of one’s brow and a little blood thrown in for good measure. “My hobby is actually enjoying myself. And I do it quite well. I’ve never been one to need manual labor to instill character in me. All that stuff is overrated.”
She looked down at Victoria’s abrupt stillness. “What?”
“Don’t tell me you’ve never had a job?”
“All right, I won’t tell you.”
Victoria shook her head. “I don’t know why that surprises me.”
“Me either. Now shut up and enjoy me. You only have twenty minutes left.”
Thirty-five minutes and a long kiss later, Dez dropped her off at the store with a promise to call. Rémi and Sage had a few things planned for the evening, so that call would probably not happen until a
very
long time later.
That night, she put on the leather, the white muscle shirt, and the thick black dick in her pants, ready for whatever her friends had planned. But she ended the pretense by calling Rémi and Sage to tell them that she couldn’t come with them to the party, even if every girl there was Tina Turner fine.
After she hung up the phone, she walked the length of the house, staring up through the stained glass at the moon and the flotilla of clouds trailing below it. Dez still carried the phone in her hand. She knew what she wanted to do, but waited until she was about to jump out of her skin to do it.
“That is a nice surprise,” Victoria said when she answered the phone.
“Good. Does that mean you’ll come out with me to South Beach if I ask nice? I’m sure you know that Derrick’s out of town.”
Laughter gurgled at her from the other end of the connection. “Yes, I will and I do. Is there a particular dress code?”
“Nope. Just sexy enough to turn me on. And a little easy access would be nice.”
The laughter came again. “I know just the outfit.”
“Good. I’ll pick you up on the bike in an hour.”
By eleven they were speeding across the bridge heading for the beach. Victoria clung to her from behind, softly scented and touchable in a way that made Dez ache. She’d followed through on the outfit, guaranteeing with just a few strips of cloth and a cheeky grin that Dez
would
be hot for her all night. The tall woman said as much, eyeing her new toy with undisguised lust as she parked the bike, then extended an arm for her to take as they joined the flow of pretty people meandering along Lincoln Road.
“What made you decide to call me, Dez? Bored?”
Victoria was all charm and flirtation, walking slowly by Dez’s side, occasionally pressing close so that other pedestrians could pass by them on the sidewalk.
“I
was
a little bored, actually. Then I thought of this cute little shop owner who probably wouldn’t mind livening up my night.”
She wrinkled her nose at Dez’s description of her, but said nothing. Her mouth was shining and coy, inviting Dez to give into the urge to kiss her. She tasted like peach lip gloss.
“Tell me, Dez. Cute little shop owners aside, has any girl ever gotten under your skin?”
Dez didn’t pause at the apparent non sequitur. With Victoria’s body pressing close, she forced herself to think of long-ago women. “Yeah, Marva Kennedy in high school.”
“High school doesn’t even count. Especially not when you were in ninth grade.”
“No, you perv. It was tenth.”
Victoria laughed, just like Dez intended, grasping the tall woman’s arm and pressing her breasts and scent against her.
“It was actually twelfth,” she said when Victoria’s chuckles died away. “She was a senior. Pretty and popular, of course. On the cheerleading squad. When I saw her do the splits, I knew I had to have her.” Dez did a fair imitation of a leer that earned her a swat on the arm.
“And you never took the chance to ask her out.”
“What? Are you crazy? Of course I did.” She guided Victoria around a cluster of gay boys gathered around a BDSM window display, giggling at the whip-wielding mannequin in the ice-pick stilettos and cherry red strap-on dick. “The pussy was good.
I
was good. But she went back to her jock boyfriend, anyway. Looking back, I think that’s what got under my skin about her, that she dumped me for some boy who couldn’t even make her come. She was the last girl who did that to me.”
“You left them all first, huh?”
“Damn right.”
Victoria shook her head. “You are an awful woman. What am I still doing with you?”
“Because I
am
so awful. You love it. Your own bad girl on a leash.”
Taking advantage of the thinning crowd, she pressed Victoria against the cool glass of a shop window and kissed her. In her tight black leather, short hair, and cock-strong attitude, she could be—to unfamiliar eyes—either a beautiful boy or a gorgeous girl, showing off her sexy date on a Saturday night. Here on the beach, few cared if she was either, only that she not ruin their fun with any foolishness.
A hint of red behind the shorter woman caught her eye. “That would really look good on you.” It was a corset. “It would set off that fantastic ass of yours to perfection. You’d look so pretty in it when I fuck your pussy from the back.” Her hands slid under Victoria’s blouse to tease the sensitive flesh at her spine as she kept her voice deliberately light and teasing, smiling when what she wanted to do was drop to her knees and taste Victoria’s nipples, then dip lower to her wild-haired pussy and stay there all night.
Victoria turned around to look at the leather and lace confection. Her wet mouth twitched. “Then you should buy it.”
Dez chuckled then dragged Victoria into the shop. Moments later, they emerged from the lingerie shop with a small pink bag, both of them giggling like teenagers.
“I thought I was going to have to pry that girl out of your dressing room.”
“She was just trying to be helpful.”
“Right, and get a real eyeful while she was at it. But I don’t blame her. I would’ve done the same thing.”
“No, you would have had me out of that corset and on the dressing room floor with . . . some part of your anatomy on my person.”
Dez laughed. “Or, more accurately, in your person.” “Hm, even better.”
They meandered away from the main drag and found a relatively quiet street with an open ice-cream shop and an uninterrupted view of the star-dotted night sky.
“Want some ice cream?” Victoria asked. “My treat.”