Oksana liked a big cock, always had. Even Vivian came to terms with a plastic dick being a part of their sex life. Oksana liked the feeling of her pussy being stretched. She’d come to love a deep thrust, slow or fast. She was impressed with the way her body reacted when it was pleased the right way. Adding Annie as the vessel for that pleasure made her cunt weep before the firm tip of the dildo brushed her sensitive labia.
If Annie did what Oksana hoped she was about to do, Oksana would come enough to make the towel necessary.
Annie spurted with laughter.
Oksana glared back at her playfully. “I know you’re new to this whole lesbian thing, but laughing while your head is between a woman’s legs is a bad idea.”
“No, no,” Annie snorted. “I just thought how horrible it would be if I told you to open wide.”
“You’re a fool.” Oksana shook her head.
“I know.” Annie laughed even harder then sat up and gave Oksana a juicy kiss. After a moment they were both giggling. But Oksana’s smile faded as Annie’s fingers found her pussy again. Another warm-up, as if she needed one. Annie let her hand lazily pet up and down her wet lips.
When it was clear that Oksana was more than ready for the main event, Annie bent between them again and grabbed the toy. She glanced at the girth again.
“You’re sure it’s not too big? It was a gag gift.”
“Yes. I’m sure.” Oksana’s hips rose just a fraction on the couch and Annie watched fascinated as the muscles around Oksana’s pussy contracted. “I’m ready.”
At first, Annie teased.
The first brush was cold, but Oksana shuddered for other reasons. For so long she had been wanting this, not the synthetic cock, but someone who cared enough to give her pleasure, someone who didn’t have to be persuaded. Someone whose pleasure she wanted to return. Things had been so fucked after Vivian. It hurt that she was still realizing that fact after all this time. Vivian had ruined every joy for her, simple and complicated, but now with Annie, she was getting those things back.
“Okay?”
“Yeah,” Oksana replied eagerly. “Go ahead.”
*
Annie pushed against Oksana’s body. Her pussy bloomed automatically, taking what Annie was offering. The unnaturally smooth head slid in. Annie imagined how good the cock felt as it probed the edge of her sensitive gland.
“You can go deep,” she said, almost begging. “I can take it.”
“Tell me when,” Annie answered, pushing in further. She stopped when she knew she’d hit the limit. She felt the natural resistance, and when Oksana didn’t ask for more she withdrew just as slowly.
In and out, again and again, she drove the plastic cock, soon faster and faster at Oksana’s command. With a sudden joy, Annie realized she would never have to measure up to this toy. She almost laughed. It must really suck to be a guy.
Soon Oksana was shaking, but Annie knew there was more. Keeping her focus with her hands, she lunged for Oksana’s right piercing, sucking lightly as she kept up her thrusts. Oksana screamed.
“You thought I forgot about these?” Annie murmured, switching to the other breast.
“No. Fuck. Fuck,” Oksana chanted in desperation. “I-I…” Oksana started coming. Annie kept sucking until Oksana’s body was twitching helplessly. Then she stepped on the gas.
She drove the toy hard and fast, tilting the angle up just slightly, still fascinated at the way the wet, delicate skin, the flushed pink flesh seemed to gobble up every inch. Suddenly Oksana forced the cock out. Her cunt convulsed, along with the rest of her body, and soaked the towel and Annie’s chest. Annie’s reflexes kicked in then and she replaced her fingers where the dildo had just been, milking Oksana until she was limp and panting on the couch.
“Annie. Shit,” she moaned.
Once Oksana’s body stopped pumping and spasming, Annie pulled out her fingers and licked the moisture from her hand. “Watching you come, the noises you make are so fucking hot,” Annie panted. “You have no idea. Have you ever squirted like that before?”
“I’ve only ejaculated a few times,” Oksana managed to say. Her feet sagged to the floor.
Annie grinned in satisfaction. “Heavenly, isn’t it?”
“You’ve done it before?” Oksana asked.
“Oh, yeah.” Annie jazz hands-ed her fingers in the air. “On my own, of course. I’ll have to show you sometime.” She set down the dildo then and took another look at Oksana’s pussy.
“I’ve never tried to take something that big before. What’s it like?” Annie asked as she gently traced her thumb around Oksana’s opening and softly kissed her thigh.
“Stand up.”
Annie followed Oksana’s command and stood between her legs, holding perfectly still as Oksana unzipped her jeans then pulled them down her legs.
“I’ll show you sometime.”
Oksana leaned forward, taking the slit of Annie’s cunt in her mouth, wet panties and all. It was only a matter of seconds before Annie’s own orgasm crippled her.
*
Annie was totally late for work. She’d woken up to an empty bed, but after she followed the most delicious smell, she found a barely dressed Oksana; a homemade bacon, egg, and cheese bagel sandwich; and an iced coffee waiting for her in the kitchen. Some kisses came with her gorgeous chef and some harmless groping.
After they ate, Annie dragged Oksana to the shower. They didn’t just have sex. They made out under the hot water for at least twenty minutes, feeling each other up like teenagers before they got down to the real business. Business that migrated back to Annie’s bed.
Annie was late by the time they finally got dressed. Forget the drive across town. And the seven minutes or so they spent saying good-bye to each other in Annie’s driveway.
“You want to take this?” Annie glanced down at her oversized tote bag.
“Insurance policy?” Oksana asked, but took the bag anyway and put it in the backseat of the Tahoe.
“Yes. My favorite underwear is in there. I’ll be slipping them on tomorrow morning. After I spend the night. At your adorable cottage.”
Oksana turned and slipped her arms over Annie’s shoulders. Annie’s hands went to Oksana’s waist just as easily.
“I’ll give Venice one thing. I found good bagels,” she said.
“That you did,” Annie replied.
Right then she almost said it. Annie almost dropped the L-bomb. It was right on the tip of her tongue. She looked up at Oksana and couldn’t think of any reason not to say those words. Other than the fact that they’d been together for a whole day. It took her almost two years to share the sentiment with Jeff, and in the moment, she had simply returned his declaration. It felt like the right thing to do at the time, but
this time
was different. This time there was heat and energy and weightlessness. Annie knew for sure now that she had fallen in love with Oksana, and she was even more sure that telling her those words almost guaranteed that Oksana would go running to the hills, never to return.
But Oksana surprised her. “I’m starting to have certain feelings for you,” she said cautiously.
Annie held in a gasp. “I think I already have certain feelings for you.” Then she waited while Oksana stared in deep concentration at the small space between them. This is good, Annie told herself.
This is really good. She’s not running. Just give her some time.
“I want to say it, but then I don’t,” she admitted.
“Say it when you’re ready, and in the meantime, know that I feel the same way.”
Oksana stared at her for a moment, one eye slowly squinting, then the other. “Do you really?”
Annie took a huge breath and threw herself off the ledge. “I know it’s kinda soon, but I do.” She wondered then how many times Oksana had heard those words and how many times they had turned into a lie. She wanted Oksana to believe her, painfully so, but the situation was still a little screwed up for all the fairy tale pieces to come together. “Do you see that?”
“I do. I feel—” Tears gathered in the corners of Oksana’s eyes, though her expression barely changed. Annie gently wiped the tears away. Oksana gathered herself, swallowing thickly, and spoke again. “Part of this feels wrong because I wasn’t expecting this between us.”
“The giggly butterflies?” Annie knew exactly what she meant. That was the warmth. The Christmas cookies. Plus the sex was off the charts amazing. The awesomest. Oksana nodded. “I wasn’t expecting it either.
“I want it to work, but I didn’t think it would. Now I feel really good about us, but I am scared.”
There was nothing Annie could say, so she just hugged Oksana. It was the first time they’d actually hugged as a couple. It was a weird thing for Annie to notice, but she did. She and Jeff never held each other like this. He was a fan of the one-armed side hug thing, and any “real” hugs were reserved for special occasions.
She held Oksana tighter, hating the idea of spending the day apart. Finally, she stepped back and kissed her softly on the lips.
“What is your day like today?” Annie asked.
“I have some cleaning to do. Session at eleven, Pilates class at one, then I have another session at five. I’ll pick Kat up from school too.”
“There you go with that sexy Mom shit again.”
A lighter smile returned to Oksana’s face. “I know. Carpooling is fucking hot.”
In Annie’s purse, her cell phone started going off. She looked at the display and groaned. Her executive producer probably got to the office and had a stroke when Annie wasn’t there to remind him that Esther’s name wasn’t Emma. “That’s Sergio. I have to go. See you at seven?”
Oksana smiled again and kissed Annie lightly. “Seven.”
*
By the time Annie got to work, Sergio had completely forgotten what he wanted. She retreated to her office before he had a chance to remember. She was in a perfectly good mood, and a conversation with Sergio about anything would ruin her high. Esther noticed immediately that she was in a better mood, but thankfully, she didn’t ask why, or attribute her happiness to Jeff.
The rest of the morning was full but ran smoothly. All the not so glamorous tasks that go into making reality shows run. After lunch, she was on guard duty. With most of her work for the day done, she sat in her office waiting for any news from her crews and Esther’s drafts of the next day’s call sheets. She busied herself for a little while, organizing and throwing out some unnecessary paperwork. She prayed this cycle of shows was well received. They were on the verge of getting a new office space, which she desperately craved. She didn’t mind sharing an office with Esther, but she’d like a bigger one, possibly with a window and room for more than one piece of art on the wall. Art from Jeff.
She thought of Oksana of course. It was impossible not to, but soon her mind turned back to Jeff. Annie had opened her other e-mail account reserved for semi-important e-mails she didn’t want cluttering up her work account. Plenty of spam from fake contests and credit card approvals was mixed in among comment notices for their wedding website, itheewed.com. Against her better judgment, Annie opened the first e-mail and clicked through the first link.
Under a black and white picture of her and Jeff on the beach were at least fourteen comments. They’d been building over the last few months. The most recent one was from Jeff’s sister, Farrah.
You two are so gross ;)
Annie and Farrah weren’t very close. Neither were Farrah and Jeff. Megan had put the Web page together for them ages ago, and as far as Annie knew, this was the first sign that Farrah had bothered to look at it. Annie didn’t care.
Somewhere in the back of her mind it dawned on Annie that Jeff’s family wouldn’t actually be that upset about their breakup. They lived in San Diego. They had no flights to cancel. Annie’s father was paying for the whole thing. He would be mad about the money and Taum would be insane with rage about how Annie’s seemingly sudden shift in sexuality would make her look. She’d be annoyed about dealing with the vendors, but there would be no tears shed for their relationship when it came to either of their families. Unless Jeff actually cried once they talked.
Annie closed her eyes and sank down in her chair. Their rela-tionship had never included their families, but he did love her. She would give anything to avoid the inevitable conversation with Jeff. Anything to keep from hurting him, anything to keep him from thinking this was all his fault. It was Annie’s mistake for not being more proactive in her own life. Hopefully, he wouldn’t hate her too much.
Annie’s BlackBerry jumped on her desk. It was Megan.
“Hey.”
“Okay, so you dump this on me on Friday and I haven’t heard from you since. Tell me you ditched Jeff and spent all weekend screwing this hot trainer of yours,” Megan said in one breath.
Annie glanced up at Esther. “No to the first, yes, and then some to the second. I met the family.”
“Oh? What are they like?”
Annie thought of her answer for a moment. “Good. You have plans on Wednesday?”
“No, why? Can I meet her then?”
“Yeah. I think a bunch of us are going to go out. You can be my—”
“Wing woman?”