Alex, ready for another climax, pressed Jocelyn’s fingers to the opening of her pussy, and as the chill of the cool night air made her shiver, she ended this second orgasm with a graceful moan, thinking she was at last on her way to all the satisfaction her body craved.
“Are you cold?” Alex asked, after they’d been silent for some minutes.
“Cold, no,” Jocelyn replied. “But I’d like you on the bed.”
Even in the shadowy darkness, Alex could see Jocelyn’s eyes shining with their iridescent green.
“You’re sure you want to go on? I was blatantly seducing you. I’m sorry, but…”
“Blatant you were,” Jocelyn interrupted a senseless apology. “But there’s nothing to apologize for, I don’t want to stop.”
They guided each other into Alex’s darkened bedroom, and lay down on top of comforters that felt as cool as the air until their bodies warmed them. Settling between Jocelyn’s legs, Alex cradled the redhead’s rear end in her hands and found her moist cumming sex with her mouth. By the light of stars, she could see the luster on the woman’s face, see the shining tint of red hair on her pubic mound, and see that the woman was breaking through this sexual taboo with ease. Maybe there was nothing to break through at all. Perhaps she was made for this. Perhaps for Jocelyn making love to a woman was no different than picking up a forgotten garment that she’d once left lying on the floor.
She tasted sweet and pungent. The hint of decay between her legs, like the smell of a withering summer, or that musty autumn smell of women at the ripe end of a good day. It brought back memories, Alex thinking of Jane, the cunt she never sucked, even though the intimacy she’d shared with her was a precious moment in her sexual awakening. She visualized making love to Jane so many times in her mind that it seemed real, as if it actually happened; though memory defied her to recall the act of laying her tongue to Jane’s pink clit.
Now moving as catlike as the Jane of her memories, Alex explored the body that desire had made an obsession in her mind. She wouldn’t tell her yet about the raunchy things she dreamed of, how she’d put herself in bed with her a hundred times, and imagined the moment she’d first lay eyes on the swollen clit, and the red nether hair, and the large pink aureoles with their puckering nipples. For now Alex was content to enjoy the blessings of her friend so willingly bestowed. She wondered why this hadn’t happened sooner.
It was only after they’d slept, and morning was about to break across a clear California sky that Jocelyn finally found her way between Alex’s thighs, to the moist skin and the tender pink folds of her pussy. This new taste of a woman’s home, this in the morning when the fragrance peaked, drew her into the writhing blonde body as if Jocelyn were right there with Alex in the middle of her orgasmic moment. Where she placed her lips, Alex would place her own if she could; where she tongued and finger fucked, Alex would as well. Jocelyn yearned to go deeper into the sensitive territory, to fill the woman with herself, to blend as spirits just as their bodies surely blended.
When she witnessed the sensuous waves of completion, and the soft ‘amen’ of satisfaction from Alex’s lips, Jocelyn pulled body to body with her again, and their arms embraced as if a blanket of peace was wrapped around them from which they were safe from any worries of a more troubling world.
Chapter Five
Alex looked across the table, into Jocelyn’s green eyes, as a moist cloud arose from their plates of steamy scrambled eggs.
“I never eat eggs like this,” Jocelyn declared. “Unless I’m sexually satiated. I suppose it’s like coming back to earth eating something so substantial.” She was apparently amused by some memory.
“You’ve been eating eggs a lot I would think,” Alex said affectionately, thinking of Jocelyn’s husband.
“Reggie’s a fire cat, all right, beneath that cool, but he’s too easily distracted. I remember the first time we made love at the Tahoe estate, I had him all to myself for one long glorious night.”
“You almost sound sad,” Alex said, noting the small furrow in Jocelyn’s brow, and the way she bit her lip as if she were holding something back.
“Our honeymoon was the same. He’s so devoted when his attention is fixed on me. I’ve never felt so consumed.”
“Consumed. I love that,” Alex agreed, relishing the word.
“But he’s too damned busy.”
“And you aren’t?”
“Oh, we both are,” Jocelyn conceded. “That’s why I was so disappointed when he couldn’t make this trip.”
“I suppose the men in our lives are passionate about many things. But be certain, my dear, Reggie is very passionate about you.”
“Yes, he is.” She smiled happily, knowing that Alex was one person that would really understand that fact.
“And you miss him.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I suppose I do, but not so much now, since I decided to enjoy you. You know you have a great ass?”
“I’ve been told it’s good for many things.”
“Maybe I should spank it sometime,” Jocelyn mused.
“Maybe?” Alex replied. “I’ve never been spanked by a woman, at least not that I remember.”
The morning had come too soon for them both. Just pulling away from each other and out of bed had been a challenge, let alone dressing and going to breakfast in the coffee shop. The abrupt taste of reality was shocking to their systems, but then, they were still finding ways to be intimate even in the midst of the bustling restaurant.
“Are you sure you haven’t had bisexual inclinations all this time?” Alex asked.
Jocelyn shook her head. “I swear, I haven’t. It’s never occurred to me to make love to a woman. Perhaps until I got what I needed from a man, I couldn’t really focus on my own sex.”
“But you’re happy about our accident last night?”
“I’m in love with you, Alex, every inch of your body.”
“As I am with you. This is such a perfect place for lesbian lust. I just wonder what we’re going to do when we have to face reality next week.”
“You’re worried,” Jocelyn asked.
“I suppose I shouldn’t be, at least not yet. After all, we have all week.”
Alex went back to eating eggs while Jocelyn stared at her friend’s sumptuous body. Her silk blouse draped in front so that she could see her breasts. When she moved even slightly, and the two orbs swayed against the fabric, a pang of desire instantly ignited deep in Jocelyn’s groin.
As much as their sexual exploration felt as right as anything Jocelyn had ever done, she was surprised to find a hint of remorse in her friend’s demeanor that kept her distant for nearly a day.
“You are worried about something.” Jocelyn confronted her later, while they were sunning by the pool.
“You think so?”
“Don’t lie to me or maybe I’ll spank your ass. Isn’t that what Will or Reggie would do?”
“I can hear them now.
Jocelyn perused the blonde’s face, looking for more clues, though the truth hit her suddenly, the intuitive flash so obvious, she wondered why she hadn’t thought about it before.
“You’re feeling guilty, aren’t you?” Jocelyn said.
“Guilt? Me, feel guilty about sex?”
“I said, don’t lie,” Jocelyn raised the intensity of her voice.
Alex stared around trying not to catch Jocelyn’s eyes, but that was impossible since the redhead was not going to waver from her purpose.
“Yeah, it’s guilt, all right. Damn it! I loved last night. I’m so horny now, I want to take you in the bedroom and make love all afternoon.”
“Then we will.”
“It’s Will,” Alex confessed.
“You think he’d disapprove.”
“Not of the sex, he’d never do that. But I’m not sure that he’s over the incident last year. My big mistake that sent me running to Reggie for retribution.”
Jocelyn had heard all the stories in great detail.
“That was about lies, Alex. So go ahead and tell him about us.”
“You’re planning to tell Reggie?”
“I hadn’t really thought about it.”
“Well, if I tell Will, you’ll have to tell Reg.”
“Frankly, I’d rather keep this to ourselves,” Jocelyn said. “I mean, what are we going to feel like when we get back? Do you know? Maybe this is just a quick fling and nothing more. It hardly seems worth the gamble of pissing off two unpredictable men. The way I see it, we’ve been spurned by our husbands and this is our revenge.” The glimmer in her eye looked as if it had a diabolical source, with all the wicked implications of some devilish plan behind it.
“What a mischievous bitch, you are! And not an ounce of guilt.”
“I suppose a little jealousy does that to me,” Jocelyn retorted.
“You’re pissed at him, aren’t you?”
“You’re damn right! Making love to you, having sex, being bawdy and raunchy and totally without shame right now is soothing my wounded wings. Reggie pissed me off not coming on this trip, and I’ve been afraid to say it. Right now, I’d just as soon he doesn’t know anything about us. I’d rather keep these moments with you all to myself.”
For her own reasons Alex agreed. As unpredictable as Will’s response might be, holding back this information was a gamble she was willing to take for the perverse thrill of keeping the secret of their lusty infidelity to themselves.
Chapter Six
Gazing at the skyscraper at night, Jocelyn’s sensibilities were acute enough to know it was Reggie’s light burning high above the street below. He was too far away to actually see him; but she could almost feel his presence as if he was next to her. So close now, after so many days away. She dashed toward the door, smiling at the security guard who cleared her to the seventh floor.
“It’s Sunday, Reg, didn’t you expect me home?” Jocelyn said appearing in the door of his office. Seeing his blond head buried up to his eye balls in work, it was hardly different than when she left the week before.
He looked up. “You’re back,” he said with hardly a wrinkle in his expression.
“Is that all the welcome I’m going to get?”
“It’s all you deserve.”
“All I deserve! How about ‘I love you, I missed you, can’t wait to take you in my arms?’ We’re still romantically entangled, aren’t we?”
“That’s probably why I’m so pissed.”
Jocelyn moved inside the office and around the massive desk so she could have her hands on him. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her fingers running through his blond locks.
“It’s been a rotten week. I could have used your comfort.”
“Really?” She was pleased by that sentiment. He did miss her even if he wasn’t exactly saying so.
He pulled her hands from their tender gestures, and held them while he looked up at her. There was little warmth in his eyes, and he did look weary.
“So tell me all about it,” she said.
“No. You tell me all about your trip.”
“Ah, it was perfect. Couldn’t have been any better. Lots of sun, several damn good massages, and the food was terrific. Alex and I relaxed. Exactly what you should have done.”
“So you’re going to rub it in?”
“You wanted me to tell you about it. And…” she sidled in closer, “I’m so fucking horny, I’d like to screw you right on this desk.”
“Is that so? Well, I think I’ll make you wait,” he said, pulling away from her altogether and returning to his work.
“You ass!” Jocelyn snarled.
“It gets me off, darling, being an ass.” He smirked enough so Jocelyn decided he wasn’t going to pounce on her right away.
“How about coming home with me? It’s getting late.” She looked at her watch to see it was nearly eight o’clock.
“I think I’d rather check into some cheap motel as go home.”
“Want me that bad, huh?”
“No. Your little fool of a maid has me pissed off, I don’t want to be there.”
“What?”
“I resent your leaving her in charge of things. Her incompetence is unbelievable.”
“Oh, Reg, I don’t believe that. Maybe she’s just nervous around you.”
“That’s not the point.”
“Sometimes you can be a little intimidating.”
“Intimidating?”
“Of course you’re intimidating, you practice constantly.”
“I want you to fire her.”
“Fire her?”
“Yes.”
“No. I’m not going to do that.”
“Jocelyn,” Reg stared at her. “If she’s in the house when I get home tonight, there’s going to be hell to pay.”
“What? A blistered butt? What a welcome home!” There was no way to disguise her annoyance.
“If that’s what you want,” Reggie said.
“It’s hardly what I want, and you’re being completely irrational.”
“Me? Irrational? I’ve been totally rational, totally forgiving. And that’s over. Fire her. I’m not going to deal with her anymore.”
“NO!” Jocelyn answered, eyes flashing.
Before he could say anything else, she was out the door, slamming it in his face.
Jocelyn beat Reggie home by a half hour, which only left her a few moments to think on her own. Reggie’s welcome was a cruel blow considering all that she imagined it would be. She expected his hands devouring her, rough stuff and getting screwed everywhere he thought to place his dick. She’d thought of that pure Reggie essence pouring from his firebrand eyes, and all the ‘hell to pay’ she enjoyed. She’d imagined many things in her hours waiting to see him, but she hadn’t imagined an argument, and a good one at that.