Lipstick & Stilettos (3 page)

She didn't want to think about that. She climbed out of bed, careful not to wake Stacy. She needed a shower. Her muscles were sore from the wild night of sex she had just experienced mere hours ago. She stepped into the shower and let the water run over her. It felt good on her stiff joints and sore muscles. She was reaching for the shampoo bottle when she heard a sound. Someone entered the bathroom. Jena froze as she listened.

The shower curtain parted. Stacy stood smiling at her. She looked Jena's body up and down appreciatively. She felt her body respond. How could she feel such strong guilt, and yet feel such a strong desire to be with Stacy in an intimate way again?

“Mind if I join you?” Stacy asked seductively.

Her body screamed yes, but she knew in her heart it was wrong. She was confused. What did she want? She knew she didn't want to have all this tension between her and Stacy.

“Well-“ Stacy prompted her. In the end her mind won out. She couldn't allow herself to give into Stacy's advances until she knew for certain what she wanted.
 
The last thing she wanted to do was hurt her best friend's feelings.

"Stacy, don't take this the wrong way, but I'm going to have to decline.”

Jena could see the sadness in Stacy's eyes and she nearly gave in and invited her into the shower. Stacy turned to go, but Jena stopped her.

“Can we please talk about this after I get out of the shower?”

“Sure,” she said.

Stacy went out, closing the door behind her. Jena felt like dirt. She had just done the last thing she wanted to do. She hurt Stacy's feelings by rejecting her. How was she going to fix this without giving in?

When Jena got out of the shower, she pulled on a big, white, terry cloth robe provided by the resort. When Jena went out of the bathroom, she found Stacy lying on her bed reading the latest copy of Lipstick & Stilettos she left lying on the dresser. How was she ever going to be able to tell Stacy the night before with her had been a mistake and it couldn't happen again, at least not until she knew for certain what she wanted without hurting her any more than she already did?

She wasn't a lesbian and she never really thought of herself as bisexual either. She enjoyed her first sexual experience with a woman, but she still enjoyed sex with men. There were so many things she needed to sort out in her mind before she would know for certain about her sexuality and what she really wanted. She sat down on the edge of her bed.

Then something occurred to her she never realized before. Was Stacy bisexual? She sure seemed experienced the night before as if she had done this sort of thing before. She seemed to know more about what she was doing than Jena did. She knew Stacy wasn't a lesbian. She had plenty of boyfriends, and she dated a lot of guys between relationships. She sat down on the edge of her bed facing Stacy. “Can we talk now?”

“Yeah, sure we can.” She laid the magazine down and sat up to face Jena. Panic seized her. She hoped it wasn't too late to fix the damage caused by taking their relationship to an intimate level.

What if it was beyond repair? She pushed the thought away. She couldn't be thinking such thoughts. She needed to fix things between her and Stacy, no matter what it took. That's all there was to it.

She reached out and took both of Stacy's hands in her own. “Before I tell you what I need to, there's something I need to know. Are you bisexual?”

Stacy jerked her head up and looked at Jena. She was quiet for a moment before she asked, “Do you want an honest answer?”

“Yeah, we've always been able to be honest with each other before this.” Stacy looked reluctant, but finally answered.

“Yes I am.” She looked away as if she were ashamed.

“How long have you known?” Why hadn't Stacy shared this with her sooner?

“For about five years now.”

“Why didn't you tell me?”

“I was afraid you would stop being my best friend. I still am afraid of that.” She could hear fear in her best friend's voice.

“Never! I want you and I to be best friends forever.”

Stacy turned to look at Jena. Surprise was written in her expression.

“Really?”

“Yes. Remember how we used to pass notes to each other in school and sign them off: best friends forever?”

A smile formed on Stacy's face.
 
“Yes.”

“Well, when I signed my notes that way, I meant it.”

“Why did you turn me away when I asked you if I could join you in the shower?
 
Didn't you enjoy last night?”

“I’m just confused about my own sexuality. I have to sort a lot of things out in my own mind. Don't take any of this personal. It's me, not you.” Shit! She remembered saying the last part of that to her last boyfriend. She never thought she would be saying those words to her best friend.

Stacy squeezed her hands reassuringly. “I understand. No pressure.”

There was a knock at the door. Jena wondered who it could be. She released Stacy's hands and got up to go see. It was Blain. “Good morning, beautiful. I was hoping I would be able to catch you before you went out today.”

Jena smiled. She was still deeply attracted to Blain. She loved how the white shorts and tee shirt he wore fit tight enough to outline his muscular frame. She longed to run her hands over his chest, but she contained herself. “Good morning. Is there anything I can do for you?”

“As a matter of fact you can. I came here to ask a favor of you.”

“Just name it.”

“Do you think we could go somewhere to talk?”

“Just give me ten minutes or so to get dressed.”

“I’ll be back then,” he said with a wink.

He turned and walked away. As soon as he was out of sight, she closed the door and made quick work of getting dressed in a pair of shorts, a halter top, and a pair of flip flops.

* * * *

F
ifteen minutes later Jena lounged out by the pool with Blain. She did her best to ignore the open sexual acts openly going on all around them.

“So what's that favor you mentioned earlier?” she asked him once she situated herself on the lounge chair. She began rubbing sun screen over all the exposed areas of her body.

“As you know, I'm a photographer for Lipstick & Stilettos Magazine.”

“Yes, I'm aware of that.”

“Well, the model we hired canceled on us at the last minute and left us in the lurch without ample time to get a replacement to fill in for her.”

“That's too bad,” she said wondering where he was going with this.

“I was wondering, and I hope you'll say yes, if you'll fill in for her.”

“Are you suggesting that I model for you?”

“Yes, it would mean a lot to me.”

“I really am tempted to say Yes.”

“Then you'll do it?”

“As I said, I'm really tempted, but I have no training or experience in modeling.”

“There's no need to worry. I'll walk you through it and tell you what I need you to do. Will you do it?” He quoted a salary that would replenish her savings account and more than pay for this trip. How could she say no?

“I’ll do it,” she said after some thought.

“I knew I could count on you. We'll get started on the photo shoot right after lunch if that is convenient for you.”

“After lunch will be fine.”

She looked up and saw a hungry look in his eyes. He got up, came over to her, and bent down to kiss her. Her body came alive under his touch. He lowered the weight of himself onto her. A soft moan escaped her lips as he began to explore her body with his hands.

When his hands worked their way up to her breasts and began to stroke them, she realized what was happening and where they were. “No, Blain,” she said as she took both her hands and pressed firmly against his chest. “We can't do this out here in front of everyone.”

He rose up and sighed. “Would you be more comfortable if we went to my cabana?”

“Yes.”

He stood and held out both his hands to her. She reached up and grasped them. He pulled her to her feet. He held her hand as they walked. It felt natural to be with him.

Once they were in the privacy of his cabana, he led her over to his bed. He lowered her down before lowering himself on top of her. He nibbled her ear and worked his way down to her neck where he trailed kisses that felt like small flames licking at her skin. Hot desire flooded her pussy.

She slid her hands up and down his solid back, before moving lower and adjusting them so that she was cupping his hard cock through the fabric of his shorts. She began rubbing it. He let lose a deep moan.

She began moving her hands up until she reached the waistband of his shorts.
 
Reaching her hand down his shorts, she reached in and pulled out his rock hard cock.
 
As she began to stroke his cock, she felt it begin to throb beneath her touch.

He stopped kissing her. “I think it's time for you to stop before I shoot my load.” She smiled a devilish grin as she continued to stroke it. “At least let me stand up while you kneel in front of me.”

She finally let go of his cock and he got up. She stood up and knelt before him. She stroked the length of his dick before she slid it in and allowed him to fuck her mouth.

Moments later when she sensed he was close to coming, she slid his cock out. When he came he cried out. It splashed all over breasts and in her face.

He wasn't finished with her yet. He took her in his arms and lowered her to the bed. He covered her with the weight of his body. In one swift move he sank his cock into her pussy.

He began to drive in and out of her. The man was an expert when it came to pleasuring women. She clung to him as the heat between them built up to a burning inferno. They both cried out simultaneously.

Jena's body rocked with the most powerful orgasm she ever experienced. Where had the guy learned to fuck like that?

* * * *

“
S
o what did Blain want?” Stacy asked an hour later when Jena returned to the cabana after making love to the man one more time. She needed to freshen up and get ready for lunch.

“He asked me to model for him. One of their models backed out at the last minute without warning.”

“That's wonderful news. Did he tell you what you are going to be modeling?"

Jena realized she had been so excited about the job offer she forgot to ask about the specific details such as what she would be wearing in this photo shoot.

“No. I didn't think to ask.”

“You better hope this isn't a nude modeling job.”

“I doubt I'll be doing any nude posing anytime soon.”

“How can you be so sure about that?”

“The photos he takes are to be used in Lipstick & Stilettos Magazine.”

“You are so lucky,” Stacy said with a sigh. “So when does this fantastic opportunity take place?”

“I was thinking after lunch today.”

“That works out perfect. I have an appointment at the spa today for an afternoon-filled session of pampering.”

“After this photo shoot, I might just spend my evening there getting the royal treatment myself.”

Jena looked at her watch. It was later than she originally thought. “I need to hurry and get ready to go,” she said as she rushed into the bathroom.

* * * *

When Jena and Blain arrived back at his cabana after enjoying a nice lunch in the dining room, Blain handed her a bag.
 
“You can go ahead and change into that.”

She opened the bag and pulled out the skimpiest bikini she ever saw along with the signature spiked Stilettos and shade of lipstick used by all the magazines models.

When she turned to walk into the bathroom, he asked, “Where are you going?”

“I’m going into the bathroom to get changed.”

“You can change into it right here.”

“Oh, okay.” She was nervous, but she didn't know why.

“Don’t you think it's a bit too late for you to be acting all modest around me.”

She giggled nervously. He made a point. She began stripping out of her clothes while Blain fiddled around with the camera equipment.

She slipped into the bikini, slid on the Stilettos and put a coat of the shiny metallic red lipstick on her lips, the official trademarks of the magazine. He looked up at her a few minutes later. “Ready?”

“Yeah. Where do you want me to stand?” She looked around nervously.

“No, I don't want you to stand anywhere.”