Girl Fever (14 page)

She pushes her tongue deep inside my mouth. It's so full I feel like I can't take any more of her and I struggle to breathe and then relax into her. She pushes deeper into my mouth and I suck at her, desperate. Sasha pulls
hard at one of my nipples, and it's like she's ripping out a bright string of light that surges from my chest. I come spread-eagled underneath Sasha, my legs straining against the air mattress, this pulse in my cunt ebbing through me like someone's dropped a huge, heavy rock in a lake and a million circles are pushing outward in the water, each one almost pulling me under, insistent. She pulls her hand out slowly and wraps her arm around me. I curl up against her, drifting off to the sharp smell of bug spray, the faint coconut scent of her sunscreen and the campfire's smokiness deep in the roots of her hair.

I wake up to the sound of Mindy and Tara banging pots and pans.

“Are you guys ever coming out?” Tara hollers.

I stretch against Sasha and realize I've slept without any of the protective pj's I usually wear when camping. Sasha's body feels nice against mine, the flannel of the sleeping bag rubbing softly against us.

“Morning.” She smiles.

“I wish it was last night again,” I say, kissing her.

“There's always tonight,” she says, dipping briefly between my legs.

At the picnic table, Tara makes omelets on her camping stove. She wipes the raw egg from her hands on her thighs and then pours the OJ, but I'm so thirsty I figure it won't kill us. Sasha looks at me and waits for me to say something. It tastes good—clean and cold, and the acid snaps at my tongue.

“We checked the weather today and a bad storm is coming so we're going to pack up early—”

“I think we're going to stay.” I look at Sasha and then back at our tent.

“You're not worried?” Tara looks confused.

“For once, I think everything is going to be okay,” I say.

When I look down, Sasha's hand is curled around my thigh. I can feel the warmth and weight of her on me like I've never felt it before—five fingers steady, wrapped around me, ready for anything. For once, I'm right here beside her, and nowhere else, no matter what storms may be coming.

 

 

 

 

 

T
he harder I strained, the tighter the scarves got around my wrists and ankles. The more she tickled me, the harder I strained. She was a cruel woman. Fun, but cruel.

I'm an exhibitionist, so being tied naked and spread-eagled to the bed had me growing more aroused by the minute. My clit swelled, thinking of her sea-blue eyes focused on it. I wanted to pull my lips back, to show her off, but was unable. So I lay there blindfolded and bound to her four-poster bed, nipples and clitoris at attention as I waited for whatever games she had planned.

The tickling finally stopped. I relaxed against my restraints. I felt cold metal against my nipples and then the pinch of clamps. She draped the chain across my mouth, and I knew that it was within my ability to keep
the tension as it was or tighten it. I told myself I'd lie still, for the pressure was perfect.

I heard the buzzing and tried to brace myself for it, but when she placed the vibrator against my clit, I jumped, causing the clamps to bite harder into my tender nipples. I cried out in pleasure and pain and tried to focus on the sensations between my legs.

She plunged the toy deep inside me, and I arched my hips as much as I could. I threw my head back, and the clamps closed tighter.

“Please rub my clit,” I begged.

“What?”

“Please. My clit. Please.”

She pulled the vibrator out of me and knelt next to my ear. I heard the vibrator loud and clear and then it was muffled. Then loud again, then muffled. I listened as her cunt sucked it in deep over and over again until I thought I would burst. I strained again against my constraints, only to have them tighten around me.

I heard the toy buzzing loudly again and smelled the powerful scent of my lover's arousal. Something hard traced my lips; then I tasted my partner as she shoved the coated vibrator into my mouth.

Before I could fully enjoy it, it was gone, and I lay there wondering what she had in store for me. Anticipation was growing as intensely as my clit. She took the chain out of my mouth just before I heard the bed creak and felt the moist warmth radiating from her pussy as she straddled my face, then lowered herself onto me.

I lapped greedily at her hot cunt, savoring every drop of juice that poured forth. She moved her clit between my lips, and I sucked and nibbled and tugged on it. Then her pussy was on me again, and I felt her rubbing her clit. Her thighs quivered and her cunt clenched my tongue as she climaxed again and again.

She climbed off of me, and I heard her fighting to catch her breath as I struggled with my own. Finally, she pried my thighs apart, causing the scarves to cut into my ankles. I felt the cool drip of the lube on my cunt and heard the distinctive snap of a latex glove. I felt her fingertips against my opening, then fullness as she drove her fingers inside me. The sensation of them twisting inside me made my pussy twitch. And then I was empty again.

I lay there in silence wondering what she was doing when suddenly my cunt was pummeled again, this time with more fingers. Once again, she pulled them out then quickly filled me again. I felt myself stretching to take her, and I knew more was on its way.

Finally, I was filled completely and felt her hand close inside of me as her knuckles pressed into my sensitive walls. She twisted and turned while pressing deeper and deeper with each thrust. I bucked against her as best I could, my head thrashing on the pillow as she fucked me harder and faster.

It seemed as if my clit must surely be the size of a golf ball by then, but it went untouched. I knew better than to plead for attention there. I didn't want her stopping
again. I was so close, but she knew I could only come when she rubbed my clit.

Still the hammering continued. I was bouncing on the bed. To hell with the pain of the constraints. I needed to come, and she was deliberately ignoring the throbbing mass of nerves that so desperately needed her.

Finally, when I thought my clit would burst open, I felt her mouth close on me. She sucked my clit between her teeth and flicked the tip of it with her tongue. My world went black before the bright colors burst behind my eyelids as, one after another, the orgasms ripped through my body.

I lay there exhausted and tender as she slipped her hand out. She left the room without a word, and I could only ask myself,
What next?

 

 

 

 

 

T
he Phoenix summer morning was already hot when Elle got out of bed. It was just after seven A.M. as she padded into the living room and peered through the blinds. The Rainiers' yard was still empty. She sighed and went into the kitchen.

She was still drowsy as she cut her grapefruit. She could have slept in today; her kids were in San Diego visiting their other mother, her ex-partner, Stephanie. These two weeks had been circled on the calendar for months with
KIDS IN CA
written across them. But in Elle's mind the weeks were noted with a different command:
GET LAID.

It had been a long time since she'd had sex. Embarrassingly long. But everyone over thirty seemed to already be coupled up around here and having kids made meeting
women hard. Sometimes she made vague plans to hit up a bar—but the truth was, she was painfully shy. Her greatest fear was being too forward and getting rejected.

Then Muscles had shown up across the street doing the Rainiers' yard work every morning.

Now Elle gladly skipped sleeping in each morning. Muscles, as she'd named her, was a tall, strapping girl with short, ruffled, honey-blonde hair, a deep tan and a seriously athletic physique. Elle never tired of watching her lateral muscles move as she washed the Rainiers' car or her biceps and deltoids flex as she cleaned up the eucalyptus leaves that scattered across the courtyard. From watching her through the blinds, Elle couldn't tell how old she was exactly, but guessed her college jock days weren't far behind her. But where had she come from? The Rainiers didn't have any kids. Yet there she'd been for the last four days, disappearing into their house when the Arizona summer sun rose too high in the sky.

Every night Elle vowed to bring her a glass of iced tea and say hi. Every morning she chickened out.

She checked again—Muscles had yet to appear in the Rainiers' yard—and headed off to take a quick shower. After drying off and putting on a white tank top and shorts, she looked again.

Her stomach dropped. Muscles was bringing a suitcase out of the house.

No. She couldn't let another fantasy die, couldn't let such a mouthwatering specimen of a butch woman drive out of her life without even speaking to her. If she
didn't act fast, she knew she'd regret her cowardice for months.

Elle quickly poured a glass of iced tea and ran outside, the ice cubes sloshing onto the road.

Muscles straightened up with a surprised look. Elle cleared her throat. “Hi.” Her heart was hammering with nervousness. “I'm Elle. I live across the street and I noticed you've been, uh, helping out the Rainiers.”

The girl's green eyes traveled over her to settle on her breasts. Elle flushed as she realized she'd forgotten to put on a bra.

“Nice to meet you. I'm C.J. I've been visiting my aunt and uncle.” She gestured at the house. “But I'm headed back to Texas today.”

Dammit. She was too late. Elle tried to think of something clever or seductive to say. But her usual shyness closed her throat.

C.J. drank the iced tea in one long swallow. Elle watched her throat muscles move.

“Wouldn't mind another glass of that,” C.J. said. Her eyes glinted significantly in the sun.

Elle's stomach filled with butterflies. “Follow me,” she managed.

As she led the way across the street, she was conscious of being at least ten years older than C.J. Not to mention that C.J. was young, brawny and gorgeous, and probably seduced women all the time.
Be cool,
Elle told herself. But her hands were shaking as she opened her front door.

“Nice place,” C.J. said, walking into the cool dimness of the house. “Wish I'd met you earlier.”

“That's two of us,” Elle said. She reached for the empty glass to refill it. C.J. placed it on the kitchen table instead and backed her against the granite countertop.

Elle's heart raced. It had been so long since a strong butch woman had loomed over her with this kind of magnetism and swagger.

“On the other hand,” C.J. said, pushing up Elle's tank top, “if I'd had these perfect tits distracting me every day, I wouldn't have gotten anything done.”

She pulled off Elle's top, then lifted her up and sat her on the counter. The air-conditioned chill quickly stiffened Elle's nipples into sensitive pink points. She'd never been topless in her kitchen but before she could react, C.J. lowered her head and sucked Elle's right nipple into her mouth. Elle gasped from the jolt of her warm tongue. Pushing her breasts together, C.J. licked her nipples until they were stiff and aching. Elle groaned and leaned back, succumbing to the divine sensation of a skilled butch tongue on her tits.

Abruptly C.J. stepped back. With a dirty grin, she pulled off her shirt and shorts.

Elle felt almost light-headed at the magnificent sight of C.J. naked. At long last, those bronzed muscles were fully exposed, from her broad shoulders to her washboard stomach and rock-hard quads. “You are spectacular,” she said quietly.

C.J. merely grinned again and undid Elle's shorts,
sliding them off until Elle was completely nude on the countertop. The polished granite was cool under her hot skin; too excited to be self-conscious, she leaned back and spread her legs in a wordless plea for attention.

C.J. unleashed her tongue over her pussy, licking and stroking Elle until she cried out. The sensation of a new mouth was electrifying, like a skilled, intelligent storm that knew just how to suck her clit and play with her pussy lips. Elle squirmed with delight as C.J.'s strong tongue pushed inside her, probing her inner walls. Almost mindless with pleasure, she spread her thighs as wide as she could.

C.J.'s tongue withdrew and traveled up to her clit, circling her tender bud with agile pressure. Elle moaned helplessly, running her hands over the beautiful firmness of C.J.'s butch young body. “Make me come,” she begged. “Please.”

C.J. laughed dirtily and slid two fingers inside her, stroking Elle inside and out at the same time. Elle rubbed her own nipples, a white-hot tension rising inside her. That tension turned into a hot whirlpool of pure bliss as C.J.'s tongue washed over her clit, and her orgasm broke in a wet, creamy gush of euphoric throbs.

“Oh, my god,” Elle gasped. C.J. gently lifted her off the counter, holding her as if she understood her legs were shaking too hard to stand.

C.J. grinned. “Normally I take more time than that… but, uh, I really do have to hit the road.” She began to dress. “So can I stop by for another iced tea next time I
visit my aunt and uncle?”

Elle merely nodded, still too breathless to speak.

C.J. kissed her for the first time. Then she was out the door, leaving Elle to stare after her and contemplate the virtues of being forward.