Kaydee & the Tramp

Titania Ladley

“Show me how a woman makes love to a woman.” Hearing that from any hetero female is normally a deal breaker. But when lesbian Kaydee Truman is propositioned with those words by her longtime secret crush—her best friend’s widowed stepmom—temptation takes a front seat to propriety. Savanah Kirtright exudes irresistible sex appeal, and her many past experiences lie solely with men. Savanah’s unexpected enthusiasm to learn how to please a woman proves to be more than Kaydee can resist.

Which turns out to be the worst mistake of her life. But how can such an agonizing slip-up feel so damn right? Neither Kaydee nor Savanah have the answer. All they know is, one sultry summer day by the lake leaves Kaydee and her new lover to make choices that will forever change their lives.

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Kaydee & the Tramp

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Kaydee & the Tramp Copyright © 2010 Titania Ladley

Edited by Helen Woodall

Cover art by Syneca

Electronic book publication September 2010

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KAYDEE & THE TRAMP

Titania Ladley

Dedication

To wonderful author Paisley Smith: Thanks for your crit expertise and time. You rock, lady!

Also, to Carol: I really appreciate your sharp input on Kaydee & the Tramp, and the time you took to read and evaluate the manuscript. I’m so glad we met and worked things out!

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Chapter One

Kaydee: Forbidden Temptations

I eased the truck door shut and scanned the lush farmland.

Ah, there she is.

My hungry gaze studied my best friend Melanie’s stepmom as I crossed the green grass into the wheat-colored field. She lounged in a beach chair on the lake’s dock, both supple breasts bared and falling slightly to her sides. They rose gently with her steady breathing, the brown tips taut under the sun’s direct rays. I followed the enticing set of beacons, my steps now and then faltering as I reached the wooden structure.

Beautiful, just beautiful. A tug of forbidden desire pulled from somewhere in my upper belly to deep down in my groin. Moisture pooled in the crotch of my cutoff Levi’s. I’d wanted her since the day Melanie and I had arrived home on Christmas holiday from our senior year of college to find that her widowed father had a new bride. The gorgeous stunner had been draped over him like tinsel on a tree.

She’d dazzled me from word one. “Hi. I’m Savanah,” she’d purred that chilly December night.

I shook my head and yanked myself back to the present heat of June.

“Mrs. Kirtright?” My legs shook like wet noodles as I neared. She wore nothing but a neon pink string-bikini bottom. Her bronzed skin glistened with oil, and I imagined my hands dragging down over the slick mounds, across the faint ripple of ribs and tight abs, then my fingers curling around that barely there suit and unveiling the pretty pussy beneath.

Whew. I mentally fanned my face, gathered my courage and strolled to the far edge of the pier near the foot of her chair. I forced myself to keep my gaze on a pair of geese skimming the lake’s sparkling surface about thirty yards out. Their choreographed show provided me with a visual anchor while their squawks kept me grounded against my will.

“Savanah,” she corrected in that raspy voice of hers.

So much for remaining grounded. I couldn’t help but give her a sidelong glance. Though she’d only spoken a single word, her sexy tone seduced me far more than I could withstand. It was as if my favorite, rarely played song had just poured out of the stereo speakers, tempting me to stop everything and just listen.

She threw an arm over her brow just above her sunglasses. Her eyes were shut behind the shades. “I’d really like it if you’d call me Savanah. Mrs. Kirtright makes me feel so…old. And I don’t think I’m that much older than you anyway.”

True. Salt-and-pepper-haired Mr. Kirtright had pretty much robbed the cradle and scored big with a woman who vaguely resembled the yummy actress Charlize Theron. If my calculations were correct, Mrs. Kirtright—Savanah—was only in her early thirties to my twenty-six. Her age in comparison to Mr. Kirtright had always been a bitch of Melanie’s from the get-go.

But me? I loved it. Though Savanah obviously thrived in her young, luscious prime, I saw her as the older woman. It turned me on to high heaven. Not to mention the forbidden factor—Melanie would so unfriend me if she knew I lusted after her stepmom. I had a secret thing for older women I’d never imparted to Melanie, so I’d always delighted in privately viewing Savanah as the off-limits cougar. Which made my painful hunger that much more pronounced, because my only choice had been to masturbate the hell out of my constantly throbbing cunt while fantasizing about doing a sixty-nine with her.

“Sorry, Savanah, then.” I slipped off my flip-flops, sat down on the sun-baked wooden surface and dangled my feet in the cool water. The warmth of her right calf radiated into my left elbow. I ignored it, looked out over the rippling water again and tried to calm the thready beat of my pulse. “So. Well. Here I am. I came just like you asked me to. What’s up?”

And why are you sunbathing topless when you expected me at noon?

I longed to ask her that question, but I realized that I dug the suspense. It sort of felt like secret foreplay for me even though I doubted she got into women.

She sat up, set her bare feet on either side of the lounger and straddled it. Her toenails were painted bright pink to match her suit bottom. Wow, that’s hot. A summer breeze whipped up and I got a whiff of coconut oil mixed with her musky perfume. Her warm leg pressed fully against my arm now. Initially I thought to jerk back to allow her some personal space, but then I thought, why? She was the one making the unintentional moves, from the strange invitation she’d extended last night at Melanie’s wedding reception, to displaying her mostly nude, smoking body, and now this blatant touching.

Damn right, I’m going to take what I can get and run with it.

Just about every one of the several hundred guests at last night’s celebration had been on the dance floor gyrating and making drunken fools of themselves. I’d never seen Savanah come out of her shell like that before. Normally a reserved woman, Savanah had been the center of attention last night, bumping and grinding to the typical wedding reception songs.

Then she’d draped her arm over my shoulders, smiled that alluring smile of hers and whispered in my ear, “Would you mind coming out at noon tomorrow? I have a favor to ask of you.”

Her breath had been sweet with wine and warm on my cheek. Having been Melanie’s maid of honor, I’d worn a gown—I hate fucking itchy, frilly dresses, but I’d put on the stupid thing for my best friend’s sake. It had a thin summer bodice, allowing Savanah’s soft breast to press intimately into my tingling nipple. It had taken every bit of my strength not to turn my head right there amid the wild shrieks of the wedding guests and pounding beat of the drums and capture her mouth with mine.

But everyone in my old hometown knew me to be a lesbian, so to take advantage of Savanah in her tipsy state would place her in an awkward position in Willow Junction’s close-knit, conservative society that I didn’t want to be responsible for. Not to mention it would’ve totally ruined Melanie’s big day and pissed her off. Yeah, Melanie could be a real bitch when she put some ass into it.

I blinked and tried not to flinch when Savanah started petting my shoulder-length hair.

“Mmm, you have such silky tendrils,” she said. “Very pretty. And I really like these wine red highlight stripes you added at your temples. Very you and very striking against the brunette shade when the sun shines on it just so.”

Gooseflesh rippled down my body from scalp to toes. A warm breeze blew around us, stirring up her fragrance along with the apple blossoms from the nearby orchard. Somewhere in the middle of propriety and respect for my best friend, way deep inside my dampening core, my resolve started to crumble.

Was she chipping away at it on purpose or just being a careless tease who enjoyed her powers of seduction whether her target was male or female? I really couldn’t tell, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. The thought of Melanie kept ruining all my fantasies with her MILF—mother I’d like to fuck, as a hot mom’s called by some men.

“Thank you. I-I’m glad you like it.” I shot a look over my shoulder at her layered locks and curled my fists over my thighs. “But come on, yours—it’s the hair every girl would kill for, thick, blonde, long. Hell, it’s perfect.”

“Wanna touch it?” she asked, peering over the top of her shades at me with those tropical blue eyes.

I blinked. “T-touch your hair?”

“Yes.” She reached down and placed her hand over my fist. Her palm had a greasy film from the tanning oil. She slipped her fingers between mine and twined our hands together in an intimate hold. Then she delved deeper and forced my fingers farther apart. She lifted my hand to the back of her neck. “Like this.”

Her slim neck fascinated me with its flesh like the petals of a rose. She pushed my fingers up and into the thickness at her nape. My hand trembled while I warred with myself over what to do, how far to go with this surreal turn of events.

“Savanah… I-I don’t understand. Is this the favor you mentioned last night? Um, like you just need someone to talk to or massage your neck…or something?”

She let out a slow, husky exhalation and I caught the faint scent of vodka. Her eyes held mine over the sunglasses while her hand continued to guide mine to stroke her hair and the back of her head. “Or something. Actually, a massage would be nice.”

I gulped. No words could escape my tight throat. Helplessness overpowered me. All I could do was sit there and allow her to force me to fondle her hair. Fuck that, she wasn’t forcing me to do anything. Rather, it took every bit of strength I had to resist the urge to tangle my fingers in the thick mass and drag her down onto the warm boards of the dock with me. I could so turn that massage into the best sex this woman had ever experienced.

But Melanie continued to plague my conscience. Goddamn it, why did this smoking-hot woman have to be Mel’s stepmom?

“Yeah, it would. But that still doesn’t explain what this is all about.” I tugged on my hand, but she held it hostage.

Fire lit her stunning eyes. A wicked smile spread across her face and panic seized me. I feared the impulse growing within me. It drove me to kiss that pink mouth, but I stopped myself in the nick of time.

“Look, I should probably go,” I blurted out and shifted in order to rise, but her hand clamped tighter around mine, preventing me from fleeing.

“You know, Melanie and Will are gone on their honeymoon, then they’ll be settling on base in Germany. And with the accident that killed Melanie’s father over a year ago, I’m all alone now, so I’ve been doing some really deep soul-searching.” She continued to comb my fingers through her hair. “God, can you believe I’m already approaching thirty-seven? So I don’t want to waste any more time. I want to explore and find out if some fantasies I’ve always had are just that, passing whims, or are they a real part of me I need to let loose?”

I did the quick math. I’d been about five-ish years off—dang, she wore her years well. A smidge over a decade older than me. My pussy engorged at the thought of it, an older gorgeous woman propositioning me—or was she? With her hand warm against mine, her emotional eyes boring into me and the possible meaning of her words sinking in, I let myself at least fantasize that she was putting the moves on me.

“Are you…?” I coughed and stammered. “Do you mean—?”

Her eager nod interrupted my need for clarification and halted my words in my throat.

Holy shit.

Savanah wanted to sample me—or me to sample her, I wasn’t sure which. But it really didn’t matter. I could handle it either way. I’d ravished the butch and played the butch both in my time, been the lipstick lesbian and tasted them. Eventually I’d found that I fell somewhere in the middle, comfortable with both, depending on the woman, the dynamics of each relationship and the mood.

But still, there was Melanie to consider… Damn it.

My stomach twisted in knots. Would she ever find out? What would she do if she learned I’d hooked up with her stepmom?

Savanah read my mind, or maybe the guilt glowed in my eyes. “Melanie’s not my blood, if that’s what’s making you hesitate.”

“No, I know she’s not. It’s just that…”

She leaned down, slid her free arm under mine and then across my back to the other side. Her eyes were direct. They glittered with what I assumed to be the empowerment of her newfound bravery. She pulled me closer. I stretched upward. My ass barely touched the wood of the dock while my mouth now hovered mere inches from Savanah’s. Her enticing scent filled the humid space between us. Her tongue snaked out and slowly traced her lips. The full glistening pillows made my mouth water and my clit harden. I swallowed back a lump of indecision while I fought my natural animal instinct to slam my mouth into hers and just take.

“I barely know her,” Savanah whispered, her breath warm against my dry lips. “I never had a hand in raising her. Besides, I first met you when you were already an adult. So if our age difference is the problem, I don’t see what the big deal is.”

She was right. Melanie had even commented on the huge communication gap between the two. She didn’t view Savanah as her mother in the least, and she’d often claimed she didn’t even really know her. If Melanie were ever to find out, I hoped she’d just throw up a hand and growl, “Grrr, please, I don’t want the gory details.” She could be a bit of the comical homophobe like that, more to mock me than anything. But she would always be my best friend.

No. I was fooling myself. Controlling, somewhat spoiled Melanie would never blow it off good-naturedly. She’d kick my ass—or rather, try to—if she ever found out I made out with Savanah.

But she’d only find out if one of us told her…

So why did I hesitate, then? Was I making excuses, using Melanie as a shield to protect me from the oh-my-god-what-if-I-fail scenario? Could I actually be intimidated by a prospective female lover for the first time in my life just because she embodied my ultimate older-woman fantasy?

Holy crap, my answer had to be yes. I wanted to throw my head back and laugh myself right off the pier. Here I was being a wuss, and yet I had the prowess and long-term experience to turn the most hetero woman gay if I choose to.

“Look, here’s the deal. I’m a woman alone and very much attracted to you. You’re a woman unattached at the moment, if I’ve got my information correct. And if my intuition is also correct, you’re attracted to me too.” She winked. “You always have been. Haven’t you, Kaydee?”

Well, she had that right, for damn sure.

And now that she’d succinctly voiced her reasons for asking me here, there seemed to be no way around it. Melanie’s stepmom did have the hots for me. My pulse accelerated and rapped against my sternum.

“Yes,” I finally answered. “I must admit I’ve always been attracted to you.” I clenched the muscles in my aching pussy. Oh God, the possibilities here…

She smiled, her teeth sparkling like a row of huge white diamonds in her mouth. “I knew it.”

A gentle gust of wind blew her hair over her shoulder and across her chest. My gaze latched on to one breast where the strands had just settled. The nipple speared through the thick flaxen mass and I imagined the hard knot grazing back and forth over mine. My breasts engorged with heat and my cunt quickened with the need to taste her, to feel her skin gliding over mine, to fuck her with my fingers and my tongue and my strap-on dildo.

Just fuck my best friend’s stepmom like she’d never been fucked before.

Jesus. Unbelievable. I felt like a teenager experiencing lesbianism for the first time. If I were male, I’d probably have just blown my premature wad all over myself.

“C’mon, it’s okay.” She tucked my hair behind my ear. Her gaze followed the move with tender care while my heart fluttered and I held in a gulp of air. I waited for her next words, which subsequently stopped my heart. “Show me how a woman makes love to a woman. Please. Right here, right now. I’m wet just imagining it. I’ve been so horny waiting for you to get here. Christ, even with a hangover, I woke up at five this morning unable to get back to sleep, totally on fire. But I didn’t do anything about it. I wanted to wait. You know, let it simmer.”

I huffed out a breath. “Whoa, simmer? For a virgin lesbian, you sure do know how to get things cooking.”

She laughed, husky and sweet. Her grin faded. “Take my virginity, then. Show me how it feels, tastes, smells. I want to be completely tutored.”

Ah, here we go, the final temptation. Her brazen proposition coupled with the sound of her provocative voice reached down into my soul and snapped that last thread of resistance. My juices spilled out of my vagina and soaked through my panties and onto the crotch of my shorts. I fisted my fingers in the hair at the back of her head. Her simmering concept appealed to me, so I fielded the instinct to yank her mouth to mine. Instead I moved in slowly, as stealthy as a panther.

Fuck it, Melanie’ll never know.

Savanah, on the other hand, will know every lip and crease and nuance of my body by the time this little affair concluded. Oh yeah, she’s not only going to simmer, she’s about to be sautéed, brought to a slow boil and devoured like a Thanksgiving feast.

Chapter Two

Savanah: Wild Awakenings

I inhaled her scent. She smelled of shampoo and soap, simple but fresh and clean. Her eyes took my breath away. They were olive green with flecks of chocolate and fringed by dark brown, thick lashes. Strange, but with the exception of the darkened dance floor last night at Melanie’s reception, I’d never been close enough to Kaydee to see the details before, in spite of having been acquainted with her for over four years now.

Blood rushed through my veins as I watched her pupils dilate. She was completely aroused.

Just knowing it—God, how it aroused me too.

I’d never been with a woman before, but I’d dreamed of it ever since hormones had started racing through my veins as a teen. While I dated young men and became accustomed to cock and what it could do for me, my eye had always been on the women. Something had consistently been missing in my very active sex life and in my occasional love life. I’d had more girl crushes over the years than man crushes…way more. But as the daughter of a prominent U.S. Senator, I’d always had to watch myself. I couldn’t get in any trouble or risk being plastered across the newspapers or on the tabloid shows. Father and Mother would have disowned me, not to mention they would have cut off my stipend.

Well, I solved that problem. I created my own stipend by graduating college over fourteen years ago, launching my own real estate brokerage company and lying low from the press. Then I met and married Walter and quickly ensconced myself in eastern rural Kentucky far away from the D.C. limelight.

After years of escaping the paparazzi’s cameras, then Walter’s death, followed by Melanie’s marriage, I now felt safe to indulge myself.

And I wanted to experience my first indulgence with Kaydee.

“Tutored?” Kaydee whispered. Her eyes darted from side to side, her perfectly shaped, cocoa-brown eyebrows arched. “Here?”

With her mouth but an inch from mine, the warmth of her breath fanned my moist lips. I wondered what her other lips would look like. Her pubic hair would be brown or black, that I was certain of. But would she be shaven bare like me or have a full, well-groomed thatch? Or maybe she kept herself in between with a neatly trimmed landing strip? My nipples tightened just imagining her legs spread as I’d seen many gorgeous women do in countless gentlemen’s magazines and X-rated movies over the last year. A flood of heat settled deep in my loins and wetness soaked onto my bikini bottoms.

“Yes, here,” I replied as I stroked the thick strands of her shoulder-length hair. Soft. Oh Jesus, her hair sifted through my hand like downy feathers. I imagined tangling my fingers in it while she licked me between my thighs. I inhaled, held it briefly to still the racing of my heart and cool my blood. “Don’t worry. It’s almost five hundred acres, and you can see that this lake is set pretty far back from the road. Besides, no one ever stops in unannounced, and my real estate office in town knows I’m to be left alone. I always take Sundays off.”

Kaydee snorted and the unladylike sound thoroughly delighted me for some reason. The rays of the sun briefly glinted off the little sterling-silver ball of her tongue jewelry. My pussy tingled. I wondered what the hard sphere would feel like gliding back and forth over my clitoris.

“If you really insist, it won’t be too hard to twist my arm,” she mumbled, arching her brows in disbelief.

“How about we just both twist each other’s entire bodies in all sorts of ways? Right here on the deck, in the sunlight?”

Kaydee blinked. She gulped and narrowed her eyes. “Wow. Are you sure you’ve never done this before? Because you sure seem to have all the right lines.”

“Well, I have had lots of practice…” I lay back on the lounger and enjoyed the barbs between us. I closed my eyes and sighed heavily so my breasts would rise and fall and hopefully tempt her in the process.

Out of the corner of my squinted eye, I watched her hesitate, as if a war raged within her between shaky decorum and all-out wicked sin. But she finally gave a shrug, crawled to my chair and perched her lithe, athletic body next to my hip. The chair squeaked and shifted ever so slightly. I sucked in air when she unhurriedly reached out and filled her palm with my bare breast.

Down went my eyelids in a slap of ecstasy.

“So you’re a tramp, then?” she asked in a voice wrought by a fascinating mixture of desire and amusement.

I didn’t open my eyes, but I grinned and snickered at her comment. There had definitely been a tone of good-natured humor in her words, so I didn’t take offense in the least. Instead, I arched into her hand and a groan escaped my lips when she pinched my nipple while continuing to cup my bosom.

“Ha-ha. Yes, I guess you could say that. I’ve been with a lot of men in my time.”

She stood up. My eyes flew open. For one horrifying moment, I thought she’d been repulsed at my admission and teetered on the impulse to stalk off in disgust. But she didn’t appear to be offended in the least. Her gaze bore into me direct and hot in that I’m-going-to-devour-you sort of way. She unfastened her cutoff shorts. With her fingers hooked into the belt loops, she bent and wiggled the garment down over her hips. Her dark hair swung in a silken mass over her feminine shoulders with her movements.

“Yeah? Well, I’ve only been with two men in my life, and it sucked. Men don’t know how to treat a woman. They don’t know what a woman really wants and needs.”

I pulled off my sunglasses and chewed on the temple stick. God, she looked good standing there all lean and fit in nothing but a thin, low-cut tank top. Her breasts were smaller than mine but pert, no more than a handful each. The lower edge of the shirt hugged slightly flared hips that I could only imagine grinding over mine. Soon it would be happening for real. My assessment took in her pussy. Ah, yes, a well-trimmed landing strip the color of dark chocolate. The lips were bare and shaven, and the inner edges glistened in the sunlight. A small silver decorative bar perched just above the hood. Mmm, a clit piercing. My mouth watered. I had a violent urge to run my tongue over each little bump and bulge of her female flesh and body jewelry.

But we weren’t done with the verbal foreplay yet. “What does a woman really want and need, Kaydee?” I asked, feeling bold and wanton.

She whipped off her top. Her mounds were a bit larger than they’d appeared inside the tight shirt. I must be getting hungry, because they made me think of half melons tipped by plump, ripe berries. As she stepped closer, her muscular thighs flexed, tan and smooth. A white stone twinkled at her navel smack in the perfect center of a faintly rippled abdomen. Ah, yet another piercing. Very sexy and naughty, just what I’d dreamed of. But this wasn’t a dream, it was reality. No more fantasies. I could almost hear my engines revving in approval.

“Lie back. Relax. Let me show you.” She knelt at my side, cupped my jaw and dragged her thumb over my lips.

Faint salt burst on my tongue, but the flavor soon became replaced by her pillowy lips. She must have been chewing gum earlier, because the fresh zest of mint suffused my taste buds. I sighed into her mouth. My first woman-on-woman kiss brought an instant rush of tingly heat to my cunt. She moved her mouth over mine in a gentle, deliberate, circular motion now and then testing and nipping at each lip. Her tongue traced my open mouth then she sealed her lips over mine again and leisurely circled my tongue with hers. The hard ball of her piercing slid against my moist oral flesh and excited me like no other kiss in my entire life.

Still, I hungered to have more, to have her weight on top of me. “Lie with me,” I whispered against her sweet mouth.

“Mmm,” she said in guttural response. She drew back and climbed over me. Her eyes were glazed and heavy lidded, her nipples taut.

I reached up and filled my hands with her breasts. The tanning oil on my palms transferred to her areolas. They slid around on the sensitive skin of my fingers while her soft, ample bust weighed heavy on the heels of my hands. She didn’t allow me much time to indulge. Instead she drew down my bikini bottoms and tossed them aside. Her gaze took me in, touching me there, making the spot between my thighs engorge and throb. A sound of tortured ecstasy escaped her parted lips. She braced herself on the frame of the lounge chair and dragged her body up the length of mine. I’d already slicked myself down with oil, so the sensation of feminine skin gliding over feminine skin utterly blew my mind. It proved way more pleasant than the scraping of male hair against my exposed torso.

She halted and planted her elbows on either side of my head. The muscles in her arms were well defined though not too overboard in the manly sense. They were just right, just the look of a woman who takes good care of herself and stays active while still maintaining her femininity. Her fingers skimmed both my cheeks adoringly. Her hands were faintly calloused, the fingernails close clipped and clean. I’d heard Melanie talk about Kaydee’s thriving landscaping business and how she loved to get her hands in the dirt and work with the garden tools and machines right alongside her employees. The image of Kaydee doing manual labor excited me. Hell, everything about her excited me from her no-makeup, gorgeous face to her womanly curves and yet butchy style of dress.

I wrapped my arms around her waist. Our breasts, bellies and pussies were pressed together now, mirroring each other. The trimmed little hairs of her landing strip tickled my labia, so I did a slight gyration of my hips to ease the itch. Our swollen knots rubbed together and her piercing flicked over my hard nub, which caused me to involuntarily jerk my legs open and let out a groan.

“Ah.” Kaydee clamped her eyes shut. She inhaled, opened the lids and narrowed her gaze on me. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

“Never.”

“Just the tramp who’s been with a shitload of men?”

“Yep. But I’d like to add my first woman to the bedpost. If she’d just shut up and show me what to do.”

Kaydee threw back her head and chuckled. The sound filled my soul and warmed my lonely heart. A hot breeze ruffled her hair and settled it behind her shoulders. “How did I go for more than four years without nailing you by now?”

“The way I see it, sweetie, you haven’t nailed me yet. Please. I’m on fire. Can you just…”

Her smile faded and her pupils dilated again. The direct, knowing gaze of my tutor fell to my lips and I could swear my mouth tingled in response. She didn’t say another word. Her mouth covered mine in a voracious, growling kiss that alone could have made me come if she’d just rubbed her pierced swelling over mine one more time. But she didn’t, not yet anyway. Her full weight came down on me when she dragged both hands up my sides from my thighs to my chest to my armpits, as if to worship me. She pushed farther until I raised my arms above my head. Her fingers dug deep as she continued her ascent, causing chill bumps to erupt over my entire body. She moved higher still, her short nails grazing my biceps and inner forearms until her fingers finally twined into mine.

With a grunt she shoved my hands together and clamped a tight hold around my wrists with a single hand. She played the Domme, and oh my Jesus, did it ever make me wet. Moisture soaked my bare crotch. I couldn’t wait to see what she would do to me next.

Her tongue had felt cool at first, but the more she circled mine, the warmer my mouth became. The slick deliciousness of the kiss, along with the sparks of heat that suffused from the tip of my tongue to my belly, proved maddening. It wasn’t like kissing a man at all. No whiskers to abrade my jaw and lips. Just a melt-me, tender kiss, the perfect pressure, the perfect taste, the perfect movements and amount of sucking.

“Oh God,” she breathed, moving down to blaze a trail of butterfly kisses along my jaw and neck. “You’re so beautiful, so flawless. I can’t believe I went all this time without sampling you.”

Her free hand closed over my breast, squeezing and massaging just the way I liked to touch myself. She tweaked and rolled the nipple, and that same jolt of desire lashed at my core, just as it had when she’d ground her clit into mine. I thought about her words, how heartfelt and emotional they sounded. I couldn’t think of one single man I’d fucked in my past whose emotions had come through as more than just lust during those first few moments of discovering my body.

And I did have a perfect body, no debating that one—the truth was I’d been blessed with the best of my parents’ gene pool, which Kaydee couldn’t deny.

The depth of her honest, appreciative passion seized me. Something inside me melted. I opened my eyes and stared up at the clear cerulean sky. I realized at that moment that I didn’t need to go any farther. I knew. This was what had been missing from my life.

A woman’s touch.

I didn’t know what that meant at the moment. Was I a lesbian? Bisexual? I wasn’t sure. I just knew I wanted her to show me more, to take me to those places I knew I’d never been before with any man, ever. Not even with my late husband who I had loved as much as any sexually confused woman could love a man. But instinct told me Kaydee would take me to that elusive paradise I longed for, a place I quite possibly might never want to come back from.

Her head came up. Concern lit her big green eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, very okay. I-I feel like I’m in some kind of utopia or something.” I combed my fingers through her silky locks. A warm, mild wind blew over my dampened flesh while the sun beat down on my skin, heating me further.

She laughed. “I haven’t even gotten to the best parts yet.”

“Please, then just get there. Don’t stop. Make love to me. Here. Now.”

Affection lit her eyes as if she understood the epiphany I experienced. It must have been the same for her at one time, but not now. At this moment I played the virgin and she the practiced lover despite the fact I had a good decade on her in age. The unexpected thought of that thrilled me like never before. She must have seen the proof of it in my expression, because the emotion in hers morphed into hunger. She ducked her head and slowly circled my nipple with her pierced tongue. I hissed in response and arched my back, reaching for more of the unknown. Tingly desire tugged in my breast and spilled into my groin. She firmed up her hold and repeated the move. I gradually relaxed and held her head in abandon. Little by little she ramped up the intensity from a light tongue caress to a robust sucking.

She moaned, nudged my legs apart and came up on her knees so she knelt between my thighs. Her hair swung back and forth over her tanned shoulders when she shook her head and warned, “The things I could do to you.”

“Will do, I hope.” I reached my arms up to her in welcome. I needed relief. If the throbbing in my pussy became anymore insistent or the beating of my heart sped up any faster, all this pleasure might turn to discomfort. I desperately needed to scratch that itch. “Kiss me again.”

The smile she flashed reminded me of some actress I couldn’t place. One of the sort who always plays kick-ass, shoot-’em-up heroines who manage to somehow retain their femininity despite their aggressiveness and style of mannish leather clothing.

Her hands worshipped me, alternating a light trailing of the fingertips to deep, massaging pressure. She stretched out over me again and wiggled so she could perch her left side along my right and lie facing me. Her ear rested on her upstretched arm while her free hand made a slow trek down my quivering abdomen. Ah yes, here we go. Little bursts of fire snapped off at each place she touched, a sweep across my ribs, a circle of my navel and one lengthy rub from hip to hip.

“Relax,” she whispered. “Just relax. This is part of the fun, the foreplay and exploration. There’s plenty of time for fireworks.”

I turned my head at her soothing words and our gazes locked. I sensed the intertwining of two emotional puzzle pieces. It felt right, wonderful. I couldn’t look away. Such a strange opposition to having looked into men’s eyes and hard faces all my life, yet now these soft feminine features seemed so pleasing and right. It almost seemed as if I’d been holding my breath all this time and had finally been permitted to release a sigh of relief. It was, as they say, pure heaven to see her, smell her and feel her supple body stretched alongside mine.

But I wanted to taste her too. My mouth yearned for it while my tongue circled my lips almost involuntarily. I delighted in the power it gave me to watch her watching my tongue’s voyage as it circled my mouth. I wondered what her mound would taste like, what each bump and little hole would feel like when I finally licked her.

She reached down and dragged one hand up my inner thigh. Her fingers did a tingly dance around my cunt. She finally settled on one side of my labia and I nearly came out of the chair. “Mmm.”

Kaydee nudged at my ear with her nose. Her panting fanned in hot bursts on my neck. She nipped just below my earlobe at the very same moment she rolled my sex lip between her fingers and did a pinching-pulling move all at once. A languid heaviness spilled into my loins. I twisted toward her, but she held me flat on my rump by pressing her forearm over my hipbone.

“I’m going to taste you very soon,” she rasped in my ear, making me shiver. “But in the meantime, how does this feel? Do you like it?” Her fingertip made an arc over my pubic bone to avoid touching my clit, then, apparently intent on showing all parts attention, she pinched and pulled on the other side of my slit just as she’d done before. A jolt of desire shot to my crux again when she tweaked the flesh extra hard. She hadn’t even touched my nub and already it had hardened like a pebble.

“I… Oh…” I thrashed as best as I could in the narrow space on the lounge chair. She held me in check by throwing a leg over mine even as she continued that amazing little talent of hers. My voice sounded surreal, distant to my own ears. “Oh God, I love it. No one’s ever done that to me before. It feels amazing.”

“And this?” Her lips grazed my jaw. Her respirations quickened. Then she did a faint brush over my clit with her fingertip.

I came undone. I bucked upward and held the air in my lungs. She did it again and again with just the right amount of pressure, gradually increasing it so that each time I reared up to grind, to urge her to play harder, I got just enough to keep me begging for more. It wasn’t at all like those many times I’d had to guard myself with men who’d dive right in and just start rubbing or finger-fucking me before I’d even gotten wet. No, it wasn’t like that at all. Kaydee knew just how to get me wet in a slow, steady, heightened pace that made me crazy for more.

“No. Yes.” I swallowed and tried to catch my breath. A bird flew overhead. I heard the rustle of the leaves in a nearby copse of trees and the lapping of the water against the dock’s posts. “The way you’re touching me, it’s new too. It’s a different sensation, softer yet just the right amount of pressure. Almost as if you’re reading my mind.”

Her gaze bore into mine. She licked her finger and released it with a faint pop. Then with maddening slowness, she reached down and pushed through my sticky folds and entered me. “Maybe I am, because I knew you’d be this wet.”

I hitched in a lungful of air and clutched at my breast with one hand while the other tangled in her hair. She’d scratched that itch, but it coaxed another one hidden inside me in a domino effect. She kept her finger straight rather than bending it and digging as some men did. Her digit moved in and out of me, at first deep, then she slowly pulled out, putting faint pressure on my G-spot each time. The tingling in my groin became more insistent each time her finger penetrated me. She sped up the pace, pistoning into my drenched channel. I could hear the wet slopping noises. I could smell my own arousal wafting up in a potent mixture with her sporty fragrance. She kissed my neck in a sweep, made me shiver and claimed my mouth.

“Mmm.” I latched on and pressed against the back of her head, forcing her to kiss me longer, deeper. Our mouths melded together, our tongues swirled and caressed. She tasted delicious, plundered me with desperation, her tongue moving in time with her finger. Our groans became a duet fanned by her talented dual invasion of my body. The fire grew hotter in my core nearly reaching incineration proportions.

We sucked and snatched air from each other’s lungs, mouth-to-mouth, wet, warm, flavorful. She finally broke the seal and moved lower to my collarbone and the meaty flesh of my breasts. My head fell back over the edge of the chair. With a shift of her body, she forced my thighs farther apart and settled between my legs again. Her teeth alternated nips of my areolas with moist kisses and feathery licks as she gave them adoring attention, and all the while her finger continued to fuck me at the perfect pace. She added another digit, then another so that the girth became thicker and my need even wilder. I gripped my breasts and arched into her hand as she groaned and inched her lips over my ribs, careful not to tickle me.

Kaydee didn’t let up even as she slid down so that her legs hung off the bottom of the lounge chair. Her mouth dragged down along my midriff and navel. She finally reached the shaven spot just above my clit. My lower abdomen quickened and my upper torso fluttered with my irregular panting. I writhed beneath her tongue strokes, waiting as she took her time exploring the less sensitive areas. I held my breath and stared up at the clear sky, and I could swear I could hear a timer click down to that amazing split second when her tongue would finally touch me there. Instead she blew on my little swelling, the warmth of her air competing with the sun’s heat.

“Please…” I begged Kaydee with my thrashing body. She knew what I needed—she had to, for she played the tutor, me the student. At last, the silky ribbon of her pierced tongue flicked out and caressed my clitoris.

And I lost all control.

“Kaydee, oh God, Kaydee.” The moaned words tore from my throat almost painfully. My eyelids clamped shut and I pursed my lips with a hiss. Pleasure such as I’d never felt before bathed my pussy and suffused deep into my groin. I couldn’t help myself. My legs fell completely open in surrender and I jammed my hands into her hair, holding her mouth prisoner against my cleft.

Her tongue swirled and darted, applying just the right amount of force, then again, as if she could read my mind, she backed off when I needed a moment to gather my sanity.

“You’re so delicious. Mmm, and the satiny feel on my tongue when I lick you, your clean smell.” She inhaled, murmuring the words of adoration against my sopping-wet cunt. Her breath blew hot and dry over my tender flesh, so much in contrast to my dampness. “Damn, I could so make love to you with my strap-on.”

Strap-on?

My eyes widened and my heart galloped. I’d only seen them in girl-on-girl adult movies and online. In fact, I’d ordered a boatload of toys, including a strap-on dildo, two weeks ago in eager anticipation of this day. But the order hadn’t yet arrived, which disappointed the hell out of me. Still, just like in the movies I’d seen, I tried to imagine Kaydee’s firm ass and flared pelvis crisscrossed in black leather straps anchoring a fake penis just the right size for me. The mental image nearly took me to the edge, especially when she added a fourth digit to her finger-fucking and went back to work on my hard pearl.

I drew my knees up and planted my bare feet on the chair so I could thrust my hips upward and meet her penetrations. Her mouth made smacking, sucking noises as she picked up the pace. My head spun and my respirations turned ragged with my moans and groans. Wild pleasure became hot heaviness in my loins that threatened to explode. Her tongue pushed downward. Her fingers pulled out of me and slid upward. She found my clitoris with her thumb at the exact moment her tongue speared my vagina. The contrast between hard, stiff fingers and a velvety tongue at my center nearly brought me to the brink.

“Kaydee…” I raised my head and watched her go to work on me. “Oh fuck, you do that so well. So much better than any man ever has.”

She smiled at my impassioned comment. Sunlight sparkled in her eyes. They were pools of wild lust, her face the picture of utter beauty between the V of my thighs. Her gaze fell from my eyes to my lips to my breasts. My nipples tingled in response.

“No,” Kaydee murmured, “you do it so much better than any woman ever has. You’re ten times more amazing than I ever dreamed you’d be.”

The words echoed around me and my heart skipped a beat. A flock of birds squawked and flew overhead. Somewhere off in the foggy distance, I heard a motor. But I pushed it aside, intent on gratification.

Kaydee didn’t allow herself to be distracted for long either. She redirected her attention to my pussy. Her thumb circled my knot with firm pressure now, and I realized my teacher, though much younger than me, possessed a wealth of lesbian experience with the prowess of a jaguar. I’d become her prey. She’d eased me into girl sex with precision and talent until she had me begging for mercy. I marveled that I’d gone without this all my life. Instead of its earlier sensitivity, my mons now craved aggression by a woman’s hand, and she knew it. She moved her thumb away and massaged me in quick, hard strokes with all four slick fingertips. I jolted and gasped at the waves of pleasure that washed through my clit and lower abdomen. Ah yes, she definitely gave me what I wanted—domination.

And I couldn’t get enough. I gritted my teeth and rammed my hips upward, grinding into her face so that she stroked my nub harder, faster. Her mouth opened wider. She pulled her head back and drove her long tongue into me repeatedly, fucking me until the orgasm started to rise inside me. Each time she pulled out and pushed back in, the small ball of her tongue piercing flicked over a certain spot just inside me that I didn’t even know existed. It felt like I had a second clitoris, and she knew its exact location and how to stimulate it with the stud. The euphoria of the rising intensity drove me to tangle my fingers in her hair and hold her there so I could rub harder against her. Kaydee’s moans came muffled and vibrated into my cunt—she knew I was coming. My head dropped over the edge of the seat and I cried out with a deafening scream that reverberated over the lake. I panted, releasing a forceful puff of air with each wave of intense pleasure. My blood raced. My fingers and toes tingled. It seemed the bliss went on and on and on.

Gradually it subsided. My knees fell open and I flung my arms wide. My entire body trembled. “Holy shit. That was the best sex I’ve ever—”

Kaydee jerked and shot to her knees. “Crap, someone’s coming up your driveway.”

“What?” I lifted my head and spied a distant blue vehicle. The mile-long driveway meandered out to the blacktop county road, so I couldn’t make out who it was. But I lay here naked. On my dock. With another naked woman!

My pulse palpitated in my throat. I snatched up my beach robe and covered myself. “Oh no. Oh no. Get up. Get dressed. Now!”

Chapter Three

Kaydee: Surrender

The first thought that entered my mind was Melanie. Fuck. She had a blue sedan. But it couldn’t be her—could it? She was supposed to be honeymooning with her new husband.

The second thought… I’d better get dressed now—or hide. If it was her, all she’d have to do is take one look at my naked ass and know I’d made a pass at her stepmom. But then I got a hold of myself. It couldn’t be her. Too far-fetched. Melanie and Will were honeymooning in Cancun. They had to be. Then they were set to fly straight to Germany from where Will would be returning to duty in the service. They weren’t coming back until Christmas.

Which meant I had a good six months to seduce my best friend’s stepmom. I grinned and propped my elbows on the lounge chair. Well, at least a part-time seduction since my home and landscaping business were a good hour’s drive from here.

I returned my now calmed attention to Savanah.

“What’s so funny?” she asked, wide-eyed. “Hurry. Get dressed.”

She jammed her arms into a white swimsuit cover-up and belted it with jerky movements. Her eyes were wild with panic and her breathing sounded as if her windpipe had been crushed. Ah yeah, so fucking beautiful. She had splashes of pink on her cheeks that hadn’t been there moments ago when I’d been devouring her cunt. Her hands shook as she combed her fingers through the tangled mass of pale hair and mumbled unintelligible words. Then she slid her feet into neon pink flip-flops. I admired her firm glutes and the flexing of her calf muscles as she bolted across the field to the yard.

I realized something at that moment. My jaw dropped. I snorted. “I’ll be damned.”

More than the worry over simply being caught stark naked, she feared she’d be caught in the romantic company of a woman. Ha, my robust pupil was a hypocrite.

I threw my head back and roared with laughter. “Figures.”

But you know, I really didn’t care at this point. I smacked my lips and ran my tongue around my teeth. Her sweet flavor saturated my mouth. I could still feel the smooth wetness of her pussy on my tongue and hear the intoxicating song of her moans and groans in response to my lovemaking. I pursed my lips and watched the car pull farther up the drive in a cloud of dust. The musky scent of her juices wafted up from my upper lip and filled my nostrils. The fragrance of her captivated me like no other. Even now she stirred my blood. I smelled the remnants of her while watching her climb the wide front deck stairs of the farmhouse and make a nonchalant play of straightening patio furniture and watering plants.

I couldn’t help but grin. Hell, I could be pissed and hurt, but her reaction to being caught was cute, really. I remembered all too well that first time when the epiphany of my sexuality had whacked me across the ass in that mind-blowing encounter with my first woman. There had been shame and confusion in those first hours, even days, following that amazing night of awakening. I’d suddenly viewed the world, and more importantly myself, in a much different light. I’d become one of “them”, the ostracized and misunderstood freaks to common society. I’d fought it at first, denying the desire that bloomed right there between my legs and in my soul. It’d taken time and a lot of adjustments to come to this place in my life where I accepted what and who I was and didn’t give a flying fuck what anyone else thought. Therefore, despite her overt curiosity and aggression earlier, I knew what upheaval Savanah most likely experienced at this very moment deep inside her gut, and I totally sympathized with her.

I should have known better. My standard philosophy up until this day had always been to stay far, far away from the confused heteros of the world. But Savanah had some magical way of roping me in and making me forget my usually strong lesbian convictions. So here I stood, too late to turn back, and just as my first woman lover had done to me, I refused to let Savanah crawl back into her shell and blow me off that easily.

And I wasn’t about to get dressed either.

Instead, I pivoted toward the lake and dived in naked, spiritually exhilarated. Cool, clear water sluiced over my hot flesh as I darted under the surface. I popped up in the center and trod water where I had many times as a young girl while hanging out with Melanie.

I grimaced. “Don’t think about her, you idiot.”

I flipped the sopping hair out of my eyes, erased Melanie from my mind and searched for Savanah. With the afternoon sun behind me, I had a clear view of her. She waved at the car. It pulled up to the garage, parked, and a gray-headed woman climbed out and waved back at her. The woman opened the rear car door and pulled out a box, then she climbed the porch stairs and handed the package to Savanah. Even from this distance I could see Savanah’s bright smile. I imagined that delectable pussy of hers naked beneath her cover-up while she stood there talking to the woman. Even in the cool lake water, my belly quickened with heavy heat. I kicked harder to keep myself afloat and reached down and stroked my clit. It remained hard from that incredibly erotic munching I’d done on her. I don’t think I’d ever been that hard before or that close to coming without any physical stimulation or masturbating.

I rubbed myself and tried to catch my breath as I watched her wave goodbye to the visitor. Mmm, I’d had a mesmerizing vantage point kneeling between her legs and tasting her. The memory of Savanah’s flat abdomen sloping up to rounded breasts, and that look of crazed passion on her stunning face as I pleasured her…aw, shit, I had to have her again. I needed to get her in a big bed so I could thoroughly explore and sate her.

The car pulled away and Savanah disappeared inside for a minute or two. I swam toward the ladder. She emerged again and made her way across the yard and narrow field. Her hips swayed and her breasts jiggled beneath the garment as she strolled to the end of the dock. The sun’s early afternoon rays gave her hair an eye-catching sheen that made my fingers itch to touch the thick strands.

She gazed down at me. “It was my neighbor. I had a package delivery yesterday, and since I was at the church preparing for the wedding, she accepted it and signed for me.”

“Nice of her,” I replied and licked my lips. “Um, do you know from down here I can see right up under your robe?”

She smiled and the sunniness of it blinded me. Her hands unbelted the garment and she pushed it aside so I had a clear view of her entire front. “Should I just take it off so you can see everything?”

My gaze scanned her breasts with nipples so tight they resembled raspberries. I studied her narrow rib cage and waist and the smooth skin of her abdomen that had felt like silk against my tongue. I returned my gaze to her bare mound with its smooth lips and the very tip of her delicate female protuberance peaking out. My belly tightened and renewed desire spiraled into my womb.

“Do you really think you have to ask? Yes. Please do.”

She slipped it off her shoulders in this shy sort of way that had my blood pleasantly boiling. I pictured myself tying her up with the belt of the clothing she now held in one hand, and ravishing her until she begged for mercy.

“You have the most gorgeous pussy I’ve ever seen. And it’s making me so wet.” I reached up and gripped the edge of the dock. “Can we go inside? I’m not done tutoring you yet.”

“And I’m not done learning either. Yes, come on out of there. I have a surprise for both of us anyway.” She didn’t wait for my response. She turned and started for the house nude and proud and as dazzling as hell. I liked her attitude, a sort of take-charge, ballsy way of behaving that typically had been mine in most relationships.

I reached for the ladder and climbed out. The hot rays of the sun started to dry my wet skin. I could smell the azaleas in the air and hear the rumble of a distant tractor. I scooped up my belongings and fell in step beside her, which afforded me a most delectable side view of her bouncing breasts.

“I, uh… Are you okay now?” I asked as I yanked my shirt over my head and settled it in place over my damp chest. We strolled together through the field and into the yard. “You seemed a bit…freaked when the car pulled up.”

She shot me a sidelong glance. Her eyes gleamed with fleeting embarrassment before her dark, mascara-laden lashes fanned downward and brushed her upper cheeks. “Sorry. I-I wasn’t expecting visitors. It kind of took me off guard.”

“Because you were naked with another naked woman—a lesbian? Out in broad daylight on your own property?”

She led me up the front steps. I caught the scent of her perfume mixed with the suntan oil. She reached the top, turned and looked down at me. “Well, yes. I…” She blew out a breath, raked her fingers through her hair and slid back into the cover-up. “Look, it’s not you at all. I’m okay with this. Really, I am or I wouldn’t have asked you out here or done…that with you. I loved it. I just have some adjusting to do when it comes to the rest of the world.”

“You worry what others will think. You’d be more comfortable if you were caught with a man.” I reached for her hand and twined my fingers in hers. My words were more an observation than a question or a judgment, and I wanted her to know that. “It’s all right. I understand where you’re coming from. I’ve been there before. We all have.”

I held her gaze and sucked one of her fingers into my mouth. I stood three stairs below her, just on the level to easily eat her pussy again. It peeped between the gaping garment, but instead of diving into her beautiful muff, I devoured her finger. At the moment she needed a subtle reminder of the chemistry we’d unleashed, not a show of force.

Her low moan of appreciation told me my tactic must’ve worked. “Really?”

“Really,” I murmured around her digit. I sucked it deep into my mouth, tasting coconut oil and a trace of alcohol. Ah, she must have used it to stir the cocktail I’d smelled on her breath earlier. Her manicured nail scraped my tongue as I drew her finger out with a pop. “I started off college with a boyfriend and pledging a sorority that I later learned the hard way was extremely anti-gay. I dropped out—before they could kick me out—when I got caught kissing another pledge in a closet during a rush party. My boyfriend joined their ranks as the sorority president’s new on-campus lover. They’re married now with a picket fence and two-point-five children. Bottom line, it’s not always easy making the het-to-lez or even het-to-bi transition, even when you know one hundred percent in your heart it’s who you truly are.”

She removed her hand and spread her robe, once again offering me a full-frontal view of her perfection. Blood rushed through my veins and pulsed in my cunt. This close, I could see the inner edges of her labia glistening with her juices. My tongue tingled. I flicked my piercing across my front teeth and I thought how I could be perfectly satisfied pleasuring her over and over without reciprocation.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, reaching out to cup my face. Her cool hand stroked my jaw adoringly while the other held the cover-up wide open. “That had to’ve been tough for you.”

I shrugged and grinned. “Nah. I got over it. The girl I was kissing in the closet? Wicked. I learned a lot from her. Turns out she was very experienced.”

“Like you are now.” Air lodged in my throat when she dragged her thumb over my lower lip, her gaze following her own movement.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

Her voice came out thoughtful. She nodded. “I yearn to be like you. I want you to teach me everything I need to know to pleasure a woman. I’m dying to taste you, feel you on my tongue, smell your womanly scent, watch your breasts rise when you come. And I want to hear you groan in ecstatic response to my touch.”

Our eyes met. Her gaze penetrated me like no other. I couldn’t speak. Never mind her mesmerizing looks or her fuck-me, hot body. With mere words, she had this uncanny way of turning the tables and making me feel like the awkward virgin.

“Oh, I almost forgot. The surprise I mentioned?” She winked and my heart did a flip. “It’s in the package. It’s full of all kinds of toys.”

I arched my eyebrows, hoping to Christ she didn’t mean video games, Barbies or water guns. Although a squirt gun did have its possibilities… “Toys?”

“Yes.” She giggled in that husky voice of hers, reached for my hand and pulled me up the stairs to the front door. “You know, dildos, strap-ons, vibrators, double dongs, flavored lube and so on. I found an adult toy website that had a page titled ‘Recommended for Lesbians’. I had no idea what was best, so I just bought everything on the page.”

Bingo and hot freakin’ damn. Everything on the lesbian page. Now we’re talking. “You had no idea. You’re kidding, right?”

“Well…” She snickered and glanced over her shoulder. “I can only go by all those erotic flicks I’ve seen, or just imagine using each toy with another woman. That is, until you show me everything.”

“Um, let me see what’s in the box first, then I’ll get back to you on that.”

Savanah laughed melodiously. “It’s just inside the door.”

“And when did you order all these toys?”

We stepped into the foyer with its familiar distressed wood-plank floorboards and staircase that turned at the single landing. The aroma of fresh-cut flowers wafted in the air. A burst of cool air conditioning caressed my skin and still-damp hair. Given a quick scan of the adjoining great room and kitchen beyond, it looked as if the inside had been completely remodeled since I’d last been here over a year ago. Which relieved me because it felt like a different house. That in turn erased the last traces of apprehension I had about getting involved, if only casually, with Melanie’s stepmom.

Savanah led me to a side table placed below the staircase. The box and all its contents had already been opened. She smiled. Her voice held a tone of mischievousness. “A couple of weeks ago.”

The wad I’d made of my shorts and flip-flops plunked on the floor when I dropped them. I reached in and drew out the one item that interested me the most. The strap-on. I held it up in the short space between us and studied the veiny, glow-in-the-dark, pale green cock. The scent of latex wafted up and brought back memories of being fucked by or fucking others with a very similar toy. The knowledge that I’d soon use this on her, or she on me, sent a charge of electricity through my lower belly.

“So you had this planned a couple of weeks ago, huh? To seduce me into seducing you?”

Her grin faded. She swallowed and blinked. I thought I saw the glitter of a single tear forming in the corner of one eye. “Well, yes.”

A long, uncomfortable silence fell thick in the air, breached only by the whooshing of air through the register vents.

“That long ago? Really?” I was mostly stunned and flattered. But that tear had me worried too. I couldn’t think of what I’d said that could’ve caused such sudden distress in her. It made me mentally squirm. I didn’t want any icky emotions mucking up this little fantasy-come-true of mine. For the first time since arriving, my feet truly itched to run as far from her as possible. My head was smart. It knew this to be a pivotal point, that I should just cut my losses and scrap this whole bizarre thing I had going on with my best friend’s stepmom before I got in too irrevocably deep. But damn it, my heart and my pussy wouldn’t listen.

“Really.” She closed her fingers around the dangling end of the penis I still held in my hand. I don’t think I’d ever had a conversation with another woman while we both held the strap-on we possibly intended to use on each another, not a serious conversation, anyway. Erotic wasn’t really the word for it. It had moved beyond erotic. Carnality, maybe. No, it exuded pure wickedness and delicious sin I just couldn’t resist.

Heart and pussy, ten points. Head, one.

“Look,” she said, blowing out a breath, “I hope you’ll understand where I’m coming from and won’t judge me, but Melanie’s obviously grown and married, and with her father gone now, I’m all alone. I don’t have any family nearby—or at least that I could confide in with something as personal as this. And anyone I could call a friend in town is merely a casual acquaintance, neighbor or coworker. I really have no one. It’s been a long, lonely year since I became a widow. But in spite of all that—no, actually, because of it—I thought it a good time to get on with my life and turn over a new leaf…or two. You know, with the soul-searching and female fantasies I told you about? Now’s as good a time as any, don’t you think?”

Her subdued explanation echoed in the foyer and slowly settled in my soul. For the first time since Melanie’s father had passed away, I realized the pain and adjustments it must have meant for Savanah. After his death I’d been more in Mel’s camp, consoling my best friend and offering her a shoulder to sob on. I hadn’t considered Savanah’s feelings, not in the true sense. Hell, I’d barely known her until today. I’d instead offered my sympathies in a card and sent a flower arrangement to the funeral home just as proper etiquette dictated.

But I hadn’t been there emotionally for Savanah as I had for Mel. If I’d had any qualms left, they just vanished. The moral scale tipped toward Savanah—heart and pussy—and away from Mel—head. After all, Melanie had a new husband, a fresh new start, and she’d moved on from her childhood and the loss of her father. But Savanah, on the other hand, practically begged for a friend and lover, someone to share her deepest desires with, to assist her in putting her past behind her and beginning anew.

“Judge you about your newly admitted attraction to women? No. How could I? I’ve been there before, remember? Everyone with this kind of secret has.” I wrestled the toy from her, tossed it back in the box and yanked her into my arms. Her robe parted. I dug beneath and splayed my hands over her bare back. The unique essence of her female arousal and the tanning oil filled the short space between us. I would forever view coconuts as sexual symbols from this day forward. The blend of her aromas drove me completely mad, and her exposed breasts propelled me farther into insanity. They pressed against my shirt-clad chest and sent a shock of tingly heat from my hardening nipples to my stiff little clit.

I shivered at the sweet assault and whispered my next words. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing shallow. Her hair reminded me of a satin sheet pressed against my cheek. “And yes, Savanah, I think it’s a great time to soul-search and fulfill fantasies. You have a right to live your life the way you want to live it.”

She sighed and slid her arms around my waist. It felt right, like one of us—or both?—had finally come home. “Thanks,” Savanah said with warmth in her voice. “Uh, but are you all right? You’re trembling.”

“It’s just the air conditioning. My hair’s still wet. Brrr, you do like it cold, don’t you?”

She pulled back and kissed the corner of my mouth. My incessantly fluttering eyelids finally went shut. “I like it both hot and cold depending on my mood. So how about a hot, steamy shower?”

I like it both hot and cold depending on my mood.

Could that be an omen of some sort, or an innocent statement related to the weather? Frankly, I didn’t care anymore. But time would tell…

I nuzzled at her neck and grazed my palms down her slick back until I found the tight mounds of her ass. I squeezed. She moaned. A surge of possessiveness welled up inside me. I wanted to hold her this way forever. I never wanted to let her go or allow her to test the heat or the cold outside that door. Rather I longed for her to stay right here with me in the warm middle. The rest of the world, including Mel and ghostly husbands and neighbors delivering boxes and my life back in the city, could go to hell for all I cared at the moment.

Before now, I would have known better than to tumble into that emotionally crippling trap with a straight woman experimenting with her sexuality.

Huh. Funny what a difference a day can make.

“Sure. A shower sounds great,” I said. Her pulse beat strong and fast beneath my lips. She tasted of faint oil, salt and something sweet. I nipped at the hollow of her neck and thought of all the naughty things I wanted to do with her, to her. “Any of those toys waterproof?”

She withdrew from my embrace, reached for the box and led me through the lofty great room with its stone fireplace, overstuffed modern furniture and gleaming wood floors. “Oh yeah. I made sure I bought only the waterproof ones. C’mon. I’ve moved my bedroom to the downstairs spare. It’s awesome. Has a new en suite bathroom with the most amazing shower I’ve ever used.”

She was right. It was an awesome room. Most prominent, a beamed, vaulted ceiling with an antique-style whirring ceiling fan capping the space. Plush tan carpeting, French doors leading out to a rear deck, solid pine furniture, another stone fireplace dominating one wall with a flat-screen television above its mantel, all set the relaxed country mood. A four-poster king bed had been angled in the corner and dressed with a fluffy comforter and bedsheets in iridescent pastels. It definitely screamed sensual female more than manly country. I immediately got a mental image of myself in the bed with her, working her over and making her come so loud her cries echoed off the high ceiling.

Phew.

She crossed to a door opposite the bed.

I followed her into the bathroom and gawked. “Wow. Amazing isn’t the word for it. It’s like something off HGTV.”

She giggled and turned on all six shower heads. It only took a few seconds for the clear glass enclosing the mosaic-tiled, enormous shower space to steam up. The bathroom must have been built on as an addition to the back of the house’s first level, because beams of sunlight slanted down from a skylight. Vapors rode the rays and sparkled in tiny rainbow droplets.

“Thanks. I really needed something different after…his death. I almost sold, you know. But this was what I needed, just a makeover with no reminders. The new me.”

Like the new “lesbian” Savanah?

I wanted to ask that question, but I knew it would sound snide whether I meant it to or not. The last thing I wanted to do was ruin what was about to happen between us.

A jet tub big enough for four dominated one corner and overlooked the woods through a clear corner window. Alternating tan and red brick tiles covered the floor and went halfway up the walls. A double vanity sink in pinewood housed her many perfumes, lotions and makeup paraphernalia.

“This is definitely you,” I mumbled, eyeing the huge walk-in closet lined neatly with her professional suits, blouses and dozens of stilettos. Heavy desire pulsed in my groin. Was it shallow of me to be turned on by all this femininity and extravagance that all but screamed Savanah?

“Come here. I want to show you the inside of my new shower. It’s like having an adult playground in my master suite.” She tossed aside her robe and dug into the box. Random toys dangled from her hands and she gave a depraved laugh at the haphazard sight.

I drew my shirt over my head and pulled her and the heap of vibrators inside the stall with me. The showerheads sprayed out at various angles and heights, some beating on my back, others my ass, legs and breasts. Heat permeated my chilled skin and scalp. My nipples tightened, more at sexual anticipation than stimulation from the water. I glanced around to assess the possibilities.

“Playground” didn’t do it justice.

The huge shower reminded me of some indoor water park—one meant just for naughty romps with enough room for half a dozen people. In addition to various sized built-in seats, two curved loungers had been designed out from the tiled wall, and a shelf filled with her shampoos, body washes and sponges perched between them. High upon the ceiling opposite the chairs and out of the water’s reach hung a flat-screen TV. Savanah apparently read my mind. At the punch of a button, she had an erotic lesbian movie playing. A caramel-toned, lean chick stood in a swimming pool and ate the pussy of a pretty brunette lounging on the deck just above her. The brunette in turn fingered a blonde with short hair who lay sprawled at her side baking in the sun. The trio’s kittenish moans and sexy sobs of pleasure filled the space of the bathroom amid the background of the movie’s soft rock music and the rush of water from the showerheads.

“Oh yeah, now, this is the kind of playground I’m talking about.” Fire ignited in my cunt. My heart beat so out of control, I felt faint and giddy. I scooped up all the toys from Savanah’s hands and dumped them on the shelf with the various bottles.

Her smile faded. She stood there naked, proud and ethereally gorgeous like Aphrodite. The muted rays from the overhead skylight bathed her in pale yellow light. Water slicked back her long hair and streamed over her slim shoulders, breasts and taut nipples. A dual trail of water trickled down her belly and pooled around her labia before following the length of her legs.

I don’t think I’d ever seen a woman so striking in all my lesbian days. Just looking at her now with that body of perfection and her aqua eyes all glazed with expectant desire and glittering in the sunlight nearly had me sobbing and crumpling to my knees in worship.

She strolled across the shower space on bare feet, her painted toenails looking tasty enough to eat. Her gaze never left mine. She pushed me backward until I sat on the lounger. “Teach me how to please you. Right here. Every hole. Every fold and lip. Show me how to do it to you so you come all over me.”

Show me how to do it to you so you come all over me.

Ooh, Jesus. I gulped, curled my hands into hers and tugged her down on her knees between my spread legs. Warm wetness pooled beneath my buttocks. I was so turned on the moisture had to be my own juices rather than the shower water.

“You know, that’s an incredibly hot thing to say when you’re standing naked in front of me, begging in that sexy, raspy voice of yours. I get this craving to yank your pussy to my face and make you come just like that.” I added a snap of my fingers.

“No.” She shook her head. Her eyebrows dipped and she made a play of pouting. “It’s my turn.”

I chuckled. “Okay, okay, no need to twist my arm. I’m game for an orgasm at anytime. So… Do you remember how I did it to you earlier?”

“God, no. I was so steeped in mind-blowing ecstasy I couldn’t think. I had to remind myself just to breathe.” She draped her arms over my thighs and stared up at me with all the eagerness of an apt pupil. Her gaze drifted down to my crotch then back up to latch on to my eyes. She clicked her tongue and licked her lips, her breasts nestled like two warm pillows along my inner knees. “Mmm, my mouth’s watering just thinking about touching my tongue to your pussy.”

“You’ll get to it. Kiss me. Just kiss me first and the rest will fall into place.”

She shook her head. The wet ropes of her hair slapped my legs. “Uh-uh. This is where you’re going to say again that there’s plenty of time for the fireworks. Well I want them now, Kaydee. I’m not waiting any longer. To hell with all that foreplay. I want you to show me the fast way. I want to ignite quick multiple explosions like you’ve never experienced before. I want to combust you, to set you totally on fire.”

“Wow.” I whispered it simply because she’d rendered me nearly speechless with her passion. “That sounds really promising.”

She gritted her perfect white teeth. “If that’s all you can say, and you don’t teach me, then I’ll show you I can figure it out on my own. How’s this for promising?” She bent and licked my clit and body jewelry with her tongue then dipped it into the outer ring of my vagina. I howled. It caught me so off guard and felt so fucking good, my ass came up off the seat.

“Whoa, whoa. Wait a minute.” I jerked her head up and held it between my hands while I let the pulsing sensation in my pussy settle back down to a low roar. Her eyes were wild like some rabid she-wolf who’d just gotten a teasing taste of its kill after weeks of famine. And I’ll be goddamned if the crazed look didn’t make me even hornier.

She circled her tongue around in her mouth before licking her lips again. Her eyes rolled back in her head on a moan. “Mmm, you taste so good.”

“Thanks, glad you like it.” I couldn’t help but grin at her reaction and my own response to it. How bizarre this all seemed, from the overt “lesbian” invitation from my best friend’s stepmom, to eating her out on the dock in broad daylight, to the box of dildos magically arriving at just the right time and now this amazing shower party and her sudden mania and need to taste her first woman. If I didn’t know better, I’d say Savanah played me. But I knew better. This was simply a woman bursting out of her self-imposed, lifetime box and finally living for the first time. Yet I remembered my first taste, and I don’t think I’d been nearly as enthusiastic as Savanah. Maybe she really was a die-hard lesbian who’d been trapped in a hetero’s body and life all these years.

I shuddered at that stifling thought. “But hey, think about it. I mean really think about it. It’s best to touch a woman, lick her, caress her, all in the same way you like it done to you. You know, take it slow and build up the woman’s pleasure. Make me melt, Savanah. Make me beg for those fireworks.”

Two of the chicks in the video were engaged in a rambunctious, very vocal sixty-nine. The third wedged her way in to lick and slurp the anus of the one on top. I looked down at Savanah’s beautiful misted face and the lusty sounds of the movie faded. I listened instead to the spray of the water and watched her just breathe. Her wide eyes twinkled amid wet, spiky lashes, and her luscious mouth spread into a wide grin. My pulse skipped a beat at the striking picture she made. Something inside me twisted and tumbled…

Aw hell, please don’t tell me it’s the L word. Not that, not now, not with her of all people. But it felt suspiciously like she’d socked me in the gut. I’d been with lots of women in my time, yet only those I’d fallen for had started with that knock-me-on-my-ass, telltale sign of impending doom. Of love.

Crap.

“That sounds wonderful. Difficult but wonderful.” She hooked her hand behind my neck and drew me down for a kiss. Her wet mouth skated back and forth over mine before she started a slow suction, sealing our lips together. Checkmark on the kiss—she’d obviously gotten plenty of practice with all those men she admitted to being with in her past. Her tongue pushed slowly into my mouth and past my teeth. She tasted of salt and pure, clean water. It dribbled down our faces and made its way into our mouths as we began to randomly break the seal of the kiss with our frantic slurping and animal noises.

I couldn’t get enough of her, and apparently she couldn’t get enough of me either. Our hands were everywhere, tangling in each other’s wet hair, exploring slick breasts and massaging backs. She continued to kneel before me but she snuggled up closer and held me tighter, forcing my legs farther apart. She gently bit my lower lip, then she moved down and planted kisses along my jaw, neck and shoulder. I shivered when she cupped one of my mounds and swiped her tongue lightly across my nipple. It puckered tighter. Liquid heat spiraled down into my gut. It felt as if my pulse had moved into my clitoris, which throbbed now almost in time with my hammering heart.

She held both breasts up and drew them together so she could lave one nipple, then the other, as if she couldn’t decide which to devour first. I slid my rear closer to her so my cunt pressed against her belly. She moaned with a mouthful of bosom when I swiveled my hips and ground my pussy into her ribs. Desire built so swiftly inside my loins, it made me dizzy. But nothing could compare to the passion and lust that consumed me when she moved lower.

Her hand pressed me backward so I lay cradled in the lounger. Feathery kisses showered over my rib cage and around my navel piercing. My stomach fluttered. I stilled my chest, momentarily withholding oxygen from my lungs. She skimmed her palms down my sides as if to outline my shape. Her mouth traveled lower and I wondered if she would heed my tutoring tips and take it slow, or go in for the kill.

The kill. Ah yes, I suddenly realized I wanted the kill. To hell with teaching her to pleasure a woman with slow hands. I needed to come so badly, it almost hurt. To have tasted her out on the dock and watched her face contort in response to my lovemaking, then to see her standing half-naked and proud on the front porch and feel her skin pressed to mine, along with all that toy teasing, it had all been more than enough foreplay for me.

When her lips reached my cleft, she lifted her gaze to meet mine. Her eyes blazed with passion and anticipation. I knew exactly what she experienced at that moment.

A vague sense of fear and insecurity buried by hunger and realization like never before.

Water beat upon her back and trickled over her shoulders. It poured hot down my belly and puddled between the cheeks of my ass. She spread my labia apart and I stifled a grunt at the jolt that shot through me. She hadn’t even touched or licked my clit yet and already I hovered near release.

Savanah leaned down and inhaled, briefly closing her eyes. “You smell so delicious.” She didn’t wait for my reply or thank you. Instead she ducked her head and went back to work.

I hissed. “Slow, baby, remember, just do it the same way you like it done— Ohh!” She took one long swipe from my damp vagina to my sensitive piercing. I twitched. The surge that shot through my core had me bucking up to meet her mouth.

I caught the brief look of smug satisfaction on her face before she dived back in. As it turned out, Savanah wasn’t a very good pupil. She covered my womanhood with her warm, wet mouth, hooked her arms under my thighs and went wild on my nub. I screamed, vaguely noting how my song of pleasure came in harmony with the blonde chick in the movie. Steamy water pounded against my shoulders and sluiced down between my breasts before splattering her face. I lifted my cunt to meet her ravenous mouth and the blissful sensations that shot off deep inside my womb made my eyes cross.

Fuck it, to hell with tutoring her in proper foreplay. I got my footing on the slick seat, curled into an ab crunch and held her head captive between my legs. Her face became beautifully framed there at my center, and her eyes were fierce with that special ecstasy that only another woman would know. Then, almost as if to defy my previous lessons, she shoved two fingers inside me and pumped so fast, I couldn’t postpone it. The escalating climax took hold in a relentless staccato of mind-blowing pleasure. I couldn’t hold still. I stroked her finger with my sopping-wet channel while grinding my clitoris against her flicking tongue. Her moan of approval vibrated into my core, drawing out the sweet madness. A groan of tortured pleasure escaped my tight throat. It increased in volume and echoed against the shower’s stall partition when she licked faster, finger-fucked me deeper. Her tongue lashed at me like a whip of hot silk time and time again. She experimented and learned quickly how to stimulate me further by circling my piercing. The white-hot pleasure of it seemed to go on and on and on like never before. It finally ebbed, falling off at a much slower rate than it had first seized me.

My lungs were on fire. I relaxed after the final wave and dragged in hot vapors of air. “Jesus. Holy son of a butch.”

Her glazed mouth tipped up in a wicked smile. I trembled anew when she kissed my midriff, the undersides of my breasts, my collarbone. She snuggled over the top of me. Her warm breath fanned my flesh, its fragrance laden with my juices. I loved it. The woman I never dreamed would eat cunt before today had steeped herself in my girly aroma.

Soft laughter and husky aftermath coos from the movie caught my ear. The women must have orgasmed right along with me. But Savanah quickly diverted my attention back to her when she nipped at my neck and purred, “I must not’ve done that right, because I didn’t hear you beg for the fireworks.”

Chapter Four

Savanah: Addiction

“Ha ha, funny, I saw plenty of fireworks and you know it. You were terrific,” Kaydee said, and collapsed back into the shower seat.

“Really? You mean it?” I lay sprawled over the top of her. The water pelted heavenly and hot against my ass and back while her sweet flavor lingered in my mouth. I’d thought at first that the shower would help ease me into oral lovemaking, kind of rinsing away the flavor if I happened not to like it upon first taste. Oh, but I liked it all right. No, I loved it. The creamy tang on my tongue combined with the womanly scent filling my nostrils and her snug, wet pussy gloving my fingers all at the same time, it proved addictive. Already I had to have more. My core quickened, heavy heat settled in my pelvis and my clit throbbed in protest at the delay. I clenched my muscles against a flood of my own cream.

Take it easy, there’s plenty of time. This day isn’t over yet, and the night ahead is going to be packed with my own fantasy fulfillments if it’s the last thing I do on this earth.

Kaydee peeped through one eye and held the other shut against the mist of the shower water. “You gotta be kidding me. I just about shattered the glass of the shower stall with my screams of approval, and you’ve still gotta ask? Of course I mean it.” She squeezed me and our nipples pressed together. The pleasant sensation couldn’t even be compared to that of a man’s coarse chest hairs rubbing me raw.

“Thanks.” I grinned. But in spite of the day’s-not-over-yet self-coaching I’d just done, I couldn’t wait any longer. I wanted to save the chitchat for later. I longed to get out of this shower, dry off and crawl into my big cozy bed with her. “Why don’t we—”

“Hey, you accosted me so quickly we didn’t get to use the toys,” Kaydee pointed out with a chuckle before I could get the rest of my similar suggestion out.

Her words had my libido speeding back up again. She had the same outlook as me, thank goodness. My heart thumped behind my breastbone. “You read my mind. C’mon. Let’s dry off, get some wine and an early dinner and then climb into bed. How’s that sound?”

She gently shifted me off her body and unfolded her long frame from the seat. I visually devoured her from her gorgeous eyes to her unpainted toenails. I marveled that I didn’t need to touch her, nor did I need her to touch me. All it took was a look. Just from merely examining her, it seemed as if a match had been lit in my groin and quickly spread to a forest fire. I couldn’t recall ever experiencing such urgency when looking upon a naked man. It’d usually taken a racy movie before I started to warm up sexually—and it definitely had to have women-on-women action in it to do the entire trick.

God, how had I gone all my life until now without this?

She turned off the water and gathered up the toys. “That sounds fabulous.”

I left the shower and snatched three towels off the linen shelf. I handed two to her. “One for your luscious body and one for the toys. Especially the strap-on.” I dried myself off in brisk strokes while Kaydee spread one towel on the vanity and dumped the various vibrators and dildos on it. She looped the other towel around her neck and went to work drying the toys. I eyed her firm, round ass and flexed muscles and added nonchalantly, “I want you to fuck me with it. I want to see the difference.”

Kaydee halted the brisk scrubbing of a long, boomerang-curved double dong. Her eyes rose and met mine in the mirror. “The difference? In what?”

I shrugged and started toward the door. “In being fucked by a woman with a fake cock as opposed to a man with a real one.”

The tension had gotten so thick in just a few short seconds one could have heard a hairpin drop on the tile. And I knew why. But Kaydee would just have to deal with the fact that I had a different sort of past than she did. It included only men in my bed, though in retrospect, I could see how my parents’ strict upbringing and all my time under the watchful eye of the media in D.C. had contributed to my taking the male path rather than the female one.

The clunk and jangle of the toys sounded behind me before Kaydee fell in step beside me. “So you’re using me, is that it?” Kaydee asked, bundle of toys in hand, eyes narrowed and blazing with green fire. “Just to compare me to a man?”

We halted our steps near the bed and faced each another, both stark naked with damp hair and tempers suddenly flaring. Without taking her gaze off me, she winged the wadded towel toward the bed. The toys tumbled out and scattered across the slick bedcover.

“No, I’m not. But it’s no secret. I’ve only been with men until today. You already know that.”

She jammed her fists on her hips. “Yeah, well it’s no secret I’ve been with men before too, but I’m not comparing you to them in some sort of selfish experiment. In fact, there is no comparison. Doesn’t even come close.”

That last comment sent my pulse into a pleasant gallop. I practically gobbled up what it meant, but still, she was being flat-out unreasonable. “Not once have I made love to another woman until today. Not once have I been fucked by a dildo, and most especially one attached to another woman. You can’t fault me for being curious and wondering if spreading my legs and taking a toy—with a woman on the other end—inside me will be more pleasurable than with a man.”

“Curious? Is that all this is, is bi-curiosity?” She angled her head mockingly and something about it revved my already warming engine. I realized this aggressive version of the normally sweet and easygoing Kaydee turned me on. “I thought you wanted to learn to please another woman. I thought it was an unfulfilled fantasy that didn’t include the male half of your life equation. Not once until now did you even hint that…”

Her voice trailed off and her eyes glazed over. Hopefully it meant she’d come to her senses, because I wanted nothing more than to eat, have a few drinks and play all night long in the bed with her.

I reached up and held her face in my hands. I could smell the floral scent of the fabric softener in the towel slung around her neck. I longed to kiss her crazy and erase the jealousy, but my stomach growled and I felt a bit faint. The lunch I’d had earlier had been skimpy. Nerves at anticipating Kaydee’s arrival had spoiled my appetite, so I knew I needed to eat before I expended any more energy with her.

“Hey. Remember how I said something like, ‘It’s new to me, a different sensation. So much better than any man’? You have to’ve known that meant that I’ve been comparing all along, both out loud and in my head. Please, don’t do this. Understand it’s only natural. Besides, you compared me to other women. What’s the difference? It’s all in what our experiences have been, not what sex the people were.”

She nodded. “Yeah, you’re absolutely right. But I—” Her jaw snapped shut. Her eyes shifted to stare somewhere over my shoulder before she lowered her gaze.

“But what?”

“Never mind.” She stepped away and started arranging the toys on the bed.

I sighed and let my hands drop. “Okay. Well. Should I go get us something to eat and maybe some wine or beer? You will stay, won’t you, Kaydee?”

I interpreted her grunt as a yes and left the room. I’d always had a tendency to avoid tension by walking away. Maybe if I left her to stew, she’d see that she was being unreasonable and ruining the mood. And God, how I didn’t want this night to be spoiled. The best thing to do? Redirect things back to the electricity that sizzled between us and remind her of those fireworks.

And wow, what fireworks.

Warmth and a trickle of my elixir escaped my pussy as I rummaged through the refrigerator and drew out several items left over from the wedding reception. Presliced lunchmeat, various cheeses, a plate of celery and carrot sticks with ranch dressing, a bowl of fresh fruit and a couple of the parfait desserts. I located a loaf of French bread and a bag of chips and arranged them with the other items on a breakfast serving tray.

“Now for some spirits.”

I took the liberty of opting for wine for us both rather than the beer I’d suggested to Kaydee. I chuckled to myself. It would give us a buzz much quicker, not to mention amplify the romance. I bent at the kitchen island and scanned the built-in wine rack. Ah, the 1985 Italian merlot would do nicely. I uncorked it and added it to the tray with some crystal stemware. I started to reach for the tray and turn toward the door when Kaydee grabbed me from behind.

“You want to see which is better?” She growled in my ear and shoved me a step to the side, away from the tray. Her hands zinged down my arms and closed around my wrists. She slapped my palms on the granite countertop and tapped my inner ankles with her bare foot forcing my legs into a wider stance. She leaned her body into mine, and warm, satiny flesh blanketed my backside at the very moment I detected something new.

I gasped. The unmistakable hardness of the strap-on’s length pressed along the upper crease of my rump. Her rapid panting fanned my ear in hot bursts. She now had one hand over both of mine, holding them bound atop the cool countertop, while her other hand reached around and squeezed my breast and nipple. Swift lust assailed me. Flames licked at my quim and lashed at my asshole. If she’d spread my rump cheeks and grind just one inch lower, I’d be taking it from her anally.

But she didn’t. Instead, her hand left my breast and apparently closed around the latex faux-erection. The round tip of the device probed my juicy cunt opening. I moaned and closed my eyes. The slurp of the toy playing with my slit echoed in the room and I thought I’d never heard anything so sexy in all my life. She held my wrists captive, but I fought and fisted my hands. It surprised me, but I loved this. I wanted to be dominated and claimed like never before. I yearned to be fucked by her while her nipples grazed my back and her downy skin caressed mine. I craved being totally invaded by anything she had attached to her. And I hungered for the sensations of a woman tucked close to my body while simultaneously being filled with a masculine tool.

The epiphany of it made me jolt and my eyes snapped open. It wasn’t necessarily that I’d wanted to compare a woman to a man. Rather, I’d yearned for a woman yet still needed to satisfy that extra, inborn, bodily invasion along with it. Maybe I’m not a lesbian? Maybe I’m just bisexual? Whatever the answers were, I knew at this moment, at least, I had no desire for a man.

None. I just wanted a woman—this woman. I wanted Kaydee, and I wanted her to fuck me with the strap-on and make me come until I sobbed for mercy.

“Answer me, Savanah.” She snarled in my ear and shoved just the head of the dildo inside me. I wiggled my ass and struggled to push back and take it all in, but she tightened her grip on my wrists and propped one of her legs behind mine to prevent me from moving. “Don’t you want to see which is better? A man?” She pushed another inch inside me. “Or a woman?”

Her hand let go of the toy and returned to my bosom. She tweaked my nipple and a warm flood of desire spiraled down into my cunt. Cream trickled out of my passage and coated the dildo. I clenched my muscles to hold it inside me. The air conditioner kicked on in a cozy whirring song, but despite the cool burst of air, a trail of sweat dribbled down my neck.

Kaydee licked the perspiration and I nearly came undone. “I… Oh, Kaydee, just fuck me. Please. I’m so horny, you have no idea.”

“Aw, shit, you make me so crazy. I didn’t ask for any of this, but now you’ve got me tangled in your damn web.” She reared her hips back and plunged the cock to the tip of my womb. It stimulated my G-spot and I let out a choked scream.

The orgasm already hovered near. My legs trembled. I grappled at the flat countertop surface, my breasts dragging over cold granite, and tried to pump my cunt along the length of the shaft. But Kaydee clutched me and held me close so I could barely move. Her hand finally left my wrists, grazed down my side and moved around my hip. She found my clitoris and I cried out at the shards of pleasure that bombarded my loins. My bud was already as hard as a pearl. But she didn’t take her time with it as she had out on the dock. Instead she rubbed it with wild abandon and rocked against me, which caused one side of my pelvis to repeatedly bang into the cabinets.

She fucked me slowly and methodically at first, then faster, faster, faster. Her voice clouded with emotion. “Savanah, Savanah…”

“Kaydee.” I turned my head and reached for her over my shoulder. She slammed her mouth into mine. The searing heat of the kiss was just what I needed to complete the release…or so I thought.

“Ready?” She murmured into the kiss, circled my mouth with her tongue, nipped at my lips.

“Mmm.” I nodded and drove my tongue into her hungry cavern.

I barely noticed her other hand shifting. Then the vibrations rippled through my pelvis a split second after I heard the toy’s buzz. The strap-on—I’d forgotten I’d bought the one with the little vibrator embedded in the base. It would be positioned right over her clit, but the quivering of it moved through the entire shaft and stimulated me from bud to labia to vagina and G-spot.

Pleasure overtook me. It washed through my bloodstream, warm and wicked. It intoxicated me like a quick shot of tequila. We shuddered together, our lips never coming unsealed. In all the hurried excitement, Kaydee bumped the breakfast tray and knocked the wineglasses off. My climax shot off inside me at the very moment the crystal shattered and scattered across the countertop.

We ignored it and braced for the final spasms to subside. I now accepted, even expected, the explosions and excitement common to our passion.

Kaydee drew back and plunged inside me one last time before she growled her final release and pulled out. She switched off the vibrator, whirled me around and yanked me into her arms. “Wow.”

“Wow’s right. That was as hot as hell,” I said, still attempting to catch my breath. I loved how the bulk of the stiff shaft, anointed by my wetness, slid around between our bellies.

Her smile bloomed like a wildflower beneath the summer sun. She angled her head and gazed into my eyes. The movement caused her dark hair to swing over her shoulders in a prissy manner that contradicted the masculine faux-erection she wore. God, how she exuded beauty and charisma in all the many facets of her personality and style. I couldn’t help but tangle my hands in the soft strands and give her a smacking kiss.

“You have no idea,” she murmured against my lips, “how much it pleases me to hear you say that.”

“It’s the truth.”

We snuggled for a long moment in silence. I could hear her heart thudding and smell our lingering arousal with the dildo still sandwiched between us. The tender moment cradled me in this strange and yet wondrous contentment I’ll never forget.

“Sorry about the stemware.” She leaned back and tucked my hair behind my ear. For some odd reason, the gesture tugged at my heartstrings.

“It’s okay. It was well worth several dozen broken glasses.” I wrapped my arms tighter around her waist. My nipples tingled when her taut areolas grazed mine.

“So what’s the verdict?”

“Verdict?”

“Yeah, about which one you prefer. A real cock or a fake one attached to a woman?”

I giggled and bit down on her earlobe. “I’d have to say that was the best of both worlds. Basking in a woman’s talented touch at the same time I’m getting my G-spot stimulated by a fake cock. Uh, yeah, I think I prefer the latter.”

“Music to my ears.” Her stomach growled. Mine followed. She stepped to the side and eyed the tray. “Whatcha got to eat?”

“How about my pussy?” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

We laughed in unison.

“Damn, you look good,” I said, panting and leaning back against the island.

She was a vision of pure sin standing there all naked and glistening with sweat, her eyes still glassy with passion and the sticky projection arcing from her groin. Her nipples were brown, perky knots upon her breasts and her narrow waist set above the flare of her strapped hips screamed woman. She had her butchy tendencies at times, mostly in her forward manner and style of clothing, all of which were attractive in their own right. But she definitely emanated womanliness from her lean yet curvy body to her gorgeous face and girly mannerisms. The kind of gal who can throw a baseball like a guy yet stop a man’s—or a woman’s—heart when she glides gracefully into the room.

I decided she embodied the perfect combination for my newly emerging tastes.

Her gaze raked me from my swollen mouth to my painted toenails. The weight of her blatant assessment caressed every inch of me. I shivered. I could almost hear the click as the evening’s anticipation ratcheted up another notch. I couldn’t wait to satisfy my basic need for food so I could concentrate on continuing to gratify my recently unleashed animal urges.

“No, you’re the one who’s looking hot. You have no idea how hard it was for me to walk in here and see you bent over the wine rack. I came this close,” she said, holding her thumb and forefinger up with a quarter-inch space between them, “to tossing the strap-on aside, kneeling behind you and just eating you alive.”

The erotic image of that depravity swam before me. I clenched my muscles to stave off the rush of renewed desire that flooded my loins. “Whoa. You sure know how to turn up the heat. But hey, I’m hungry for food first. If I have anything to do with it, we’re going to need lots of energy to get through tonight. What d’ya say we clean this mess up and then relocate our little party to my bed?”

She went to the broom pantry and pulled out the dustpan and brush set. Obviously she knew her way around my kitchen. Something nagged at me. I readily admitted it consisted of a mixture of guilt—Kaydee’s familiarity with my kitchen, even though I’d remodeled since she’d last been here, correlated with her longtime association with my stepdaughter—and a warm and fuzzy sense in my gut that it felt right to have her moving about comfortably in my house.

The cock bounced as Kaydee did a few dance steps on her way back to the island. She brushed the broken glass into the dustpan and replied, “Put it that way and you’ve got yourself a maid for life.”

“Hmm, now that has definite possibilities.” Oops, poof. There goes the Melanie guilt. Instead I embraced the warm-and-fuzzy Kaydee part. “And yum, I can just see you scurrying around in one of those skimpy French maid uniforms.”

She made a face and dumped the shards of glass in the trashcan. “Do I have to wear the stupid stilettos?”

“Of course you do. They say ‘fuck me’. They’re part of the costume, you hopeless dyke.” I snickered, drew down another pair of fluted glasses from the cabinet and started for the door with the tray in hand.

She caught up to me and unfastened the buckles that secured the strap-on to her hips. Her sidelong beaming grin captivated me. “I’ll take that as a compliment, although I’m not really a dyke in the true lesbian sense of the word. Some have called me a lipstick lez, although I don’t wear makeup that often. I’ve been on a softball league for years, yet I still enjoy lots of feminine things—Victoria’s Secret, for instance. I love that freaking store. The sexy smell of all their perfumes and lotions, and then all that lacy, silky lingerie. I could stay in the dressing room for hours trying on every single item in the store. You’ll never get me out of there without dropping less than a couple hundred bucks. It’s just the shoes that’re the problem.” She shook her head in disgust. “They kill my fucking feet. I’ll never understand how strippers wear them for hours while keeping an oooh-I’m-so-horny smile on their faces and doing all that twirling and gyrating. Just seems unnatural to the anatomy of the human foot.”

We entered my bedroom and I kicked the door closed behind me. I set the tray on the bedside table with a plunk and flipped back the covers. “Get in. Just thinking about you trying on lingerie, frequenting strip clubs and then going to a ballpark and swinging a bat is making me so wet. That is major hot to think of you in all those different ways.”

The bed barely shifted when she sat on the edge of the pillow-top mattress. Her eyes glittered in the light of the late afternoon sun that just then reflected off the windows of the backyard shed and streamed in through the French doors. She licked her full lips and I thought of all the pleasure that tongue had already brought me in such a short time, and all I hoped it would bring me in the future. Desire quickened in my belly at the memory of her adept lovemaking and unbridled passion. It flared hotter when my gaze dropped to her perfect breasts, then zoned in on the V where I could see the top of her moist vulva and the gleaming body jewelry. And I noticed with rapt fascination the faint pink strap markings that crisscrossed the smooth bronzed skin along her hips and the creases of her groin.

She undoubtedly and self-admittedly exemplified a woman of contrasts and contradictions. Her physical femininity conflicted irresistibly with the tough exterior she sometimes exuded in her personality, as well as the gruff, almost masculine manner she’d exhibited when she’d made love to me with the strap-on in the kitchen.

In all the irony and ambiguities that made up the picture of Kaydee, I knew I didn’t want her any other way. Her character strengths were muted by her sweet girliness, while at the same time, her intense womanly glow and vulnerabilities were balanced by her independence.

“Hot?” She winked and drew me closer so that I stood between her legs. Her hands roamed my body with a possessiveness that made me feel secure and adored. “So far we’re probably at about, eh, only ninety-nine degrees or so.”

I wrapped my arms around her strong shoulders and lowered my forehead to hers. My mouth twitched with humor. “And how high does that thermometer go?”

“A thousand degrees.” She held my butt captive in her hands and brushed a kiss along my cheekbone. Her tongue did a moist trek downward to my jaw. She blew in my ear and made me shiver before moving on to the hollow of my neck. My upper chest and nipple came next. I watched her open her mouth wide and claim the areola along with an impressive amount of the surrounding flesh. The surface of her tongue dragged in a circular trek over the tip. The thermometer rose to the boiling point.

“A thousand?” I let out a robust laugh that threatened to transform into a moan. The delicious tug of need pulled from my chest to my pussy. Warm cream escaped my canal.

“Mmm-hmm, at least.”

God, what a perfect mate for me. My gaze drank her in while she sucked my breast. I couldn’t look away from her beauty. Wow, the flesh and blood of a woman proved so much more thrilling in person than it did when I read about it or watched it in adult movies.

But was it just this woman who captivated me?

Would I be this attracted to other women, or would I be forever partial to this one? Moreover, would I be content to stay right here in Kaydee’s arms, or did I want to sample more to find out just how deep my obsessions went?

Guilt doused the fire. Here I stood, about to spend an amazing night with this perfect woman who’d totally satisfied my curiosities and then some, and I still wondered what sex would be like with other women.

Oh no. Maybe I really was the tramp she’d called me earlier?

I gently untangled myself from her embrace and plucked up the tray again. She took the cue and crab-crawled backward to the head of the bed. I climbed up, balancing the tray as I did so, and then settled it between us like a dining table. We sat cross-legged facing each another. I tore off a hunk of bread, made a mini sandwich with the meat and cheese and popped it into my mouth.

My empty stomach rejoiced. I sighed. “Mmm, tastes better the second time around. I felt a little queasy eating at the wedding reception last night.”

Kaydee swirled a stick of celery in the dressing and munched. “Really? Why?”

“Thinking about you.” I poured wine and took a long gulp. I couldn’t wait for the buzz to hit me so I could concentrate on me and Kaydee instead of all the troubling questions circling like vultures in my head.

She grinned and held her wineglass up. Straight white teeth flashed between plump lips, and once again she reminded me of the hot actress who often plays in kick-butt heroine movie roles.

Her tone deepened mockingly, as if she imitated a man delivering an acceptance speech at an awards ceremony. “To Savanah, the conniving tramp, and all of her devious plans. May they all come to fruition by the end of this lovely evening.”

I snorted and we clinked glasses. I drained the remainder of my wine and poured more. The welcome kick of a buzz and a warm rush of courage seized me, just as it had earlier today when I’d downed two martinis in anticipation of her arrival. My conscience faded away, taking the guilt and questions with it. I poured her more wine and started in on the fruit.

“Can I make a request?” Sweet juice oozed into my mouth when I bit down on a plump strawberry.

She tore off a hunk of bread, popped it in her mouth and chased it with a slice of meat, cheese and a sip of wine. “Anything for you, babe,” she replied around a mouthful of the food. She followed that by munching on a few chips.

I plucked up a carrot stick and wagged it at her. “Sixty-nine. Now that’s a position I’d really like to try. To have my pussy being stimulated at the same time I’m returning the favor…whew. There’s a lesson this pupil could sink her, um, tongue and fingers into. You game, Teacher?”

She stopped chewing. Swallowed. “Uh, yeah, duh. Of course.” Her eyes narrowed. She tilted her head and asked, “But are you sure you’ve never done this before? Because the thermometer just blew past one thousand, and all you did was talk.”

“No. Never, I swear.” I snatched up a spoon and fed her a bite of the creamy chocolate-cheesecake parfait before sampling it for myself. Cocoa and sweet cream melted in my mouth. I shrugged. “Must be the tramp coming out in me. Or maybe all those risqué lesbian movies I’ve been addicted to since Walter’s passing.”

She sipped her wine and regarded me over the glass rim. “Hmm, maybe so.” Her eyes widened. “Hey, I have an idea. What d’ya say we have this dessert and that sixty-nine at the same time?”

It took a few seconds for her words to sink in. I halted my wineglass halfway to my mouth when the image of what she’d suggested materialized in vivid clarity in my brain. I felt suddenly faint, though I didn’t know if it was due to the wine, her proposition or both.

I pressed a hand to my chest where my heart thumped wildly out of control. “Y-you mean like eating chocolate off each other’s pussies?”

She suppressed a laugh by clearing her throat. “Yes, that’s what I mean. As long as you don’t mind getting these fancy sheets all stained.”

“Mind?” Excitement had me leaping off the bed and removing the tray. I handed her a parfait dish and took the other for myself. “Are you kidding? Screw the sheets. I’ll just buy more.”

“Come here.” She held up her hands, one curled around the dessert, and gestured for me to join her.

In my excitement I started to hyperventilate with shallow wheezes. I blew in and out to calm myself and climbed onto the bed one-handed, the parfait dish in the other, and settled next to her against the headboard.

“Can I be on top?” I couldn’t help blurting it out, but that had always been my fantasy, and I longed to compare the dream to reality.

Kaydee leaned over to the opposite side of the bed where the toys remained in a heap. She chose two small generic-looking vibrators and handed one to me. “Sure, baby, you can have whatever you want.”

She bent closer and angled her body around. I did the same, instinctively meeting her in the middle. Her mouth claimed mine and I realized just how much she’d been keeping her appetite simmering beneath the surface since our romp in the kitchen. She growled into my mouth and kissed me with the prowess of a starving beast. Both our hands were full so neither of us could use them to hold each other closer, but the explosion of passion did plenty to keep our mouths sealed and our tongues delving deeper. She tasted of salt, buttermilk dressing and tart wine. Her lips were soft cushions circling wet around mine, while her right nipple grazed my left one each time we shifted.

Her hand fell on my thigh. She had the vibrator fisted in her palm. She dragged it up and down my leg, never taking her mouth from mine. I heard the buzz just before the latex tip probed between my thighs. I prepared to arch into it so that my clitoris got a zap, but she slid it toward my knee and broke the kiss.

We panted and gazed into each other’s eyes. Hers were glassy and wild with need. Or was that…? No, please, no. It can’t be what I think it—

“Climb on top of me. Now. Facing toward my feet.” She wiggled down until she lay flat on her back, hands held up and full of naughty props. Her hair spread around her in a fan of deep sable and wine-red satin. Her breasts fell slightly to the side and her abdomen quivered with her shuddering breaths. She drew one leg up and I got a glimpse of her body jewelry, a slick inner labia and a pearl-drop bead of cream oozing from her cunt.

What perfection. What gorgeous perfection.

I walked on my knees, glass and vibrator still in hand, and threw my leg over her hips with my bottom in her face. “How’s this?”

“Oh my God, do you really have to ask? You’re so appetizing I can’t even think straight. Just look at that flawless ass and scrumptious pussy.” The vibrator quit whirring. A cold, creamy substance covered my crotch from the hood of my sex to my sopping vagina. I got a whiff of chocolate with each stroke of her fingers. She smeared the dessert up and over the cheeks of my rump before returning to my pussy.

Her acute sensual touch had me clamping my eyelids shut. I twitched when she gave my knot a little extra attention by circling it with her slick fingertip.

“Mmm, that feels so fucking good.” I bit my lower lip to keep from screaming as she increased the pressure.

“Just wait until I eat all this cream off you.” She inhaled. “Ah, now that’s one tempting combination. Chocolate-cheese and Savanah’s cream.”

My mouth watered. I yearned to reciprocate. I set the toy aside and dumped the dessert onto her mound. The thick, dark pudding dribbled over her folds and soaked my silky-smooth, pale sheets. But I didn’t care. In fact, it excited me to lose all abandon way more than I thought it would.

She howled. “Damn, that’s cold.”

“Sorry, but I’m just as hungry as you are.” I swiped my finger around in the bowl, tossed the glass onto the carpeted floor and sucked the sweet concoction off my forefinger. “Yummy.”

“No, this is yummy.” She licked one side of my vulva in a firm sweep from front to back then moved to the other side and repeated the torture.

The mewl that escaped my throat sounded like an alley cat in heat. I suppressed another purr of bliss and instead tried like hell to concentrate on my own tasks, starting with making a quick knot of my long hair at the back of my head to keep it out of the way. Next I smeared the chocolate over her pussy, rubbing it in like lotion, and delighted in the muffled moan it elicited.

Her cunt reminded me of one of those chocolate pairs of lips I love to nibble at on Valentine’s Day. And nibble I did. I nuzzled and licked and sucked. Cocoa, sugar, cheesecake and cream all burst on my tongue at once. But then I detected Kaydee’s underlying flavor just as I had in the shower. Sweet with a touch of salt.

I wiggled my ass backward so my cunt perched directly over her face, and so her womanhood became positioned more within reach of my hungry mouth. She alternated blowing warm puffs on the insides of my thighs with planting kisses everywhere except my center. I inhaled and determined that I adored the scent, that my addictions and attractions to the female body were becoming more pronounced than they had been even in my fantasies. I could detect her there just beyond the tempting aroma of the dessert.

“Wow, you smell good, look good—” I slid my arms under her thighs, drew her cleft apart and licked. “Taste so delicious.”

Kaydee hitched out a half breath. “Jesus Christ.” Her pelvis bucked up to meet my mouth. She wound her arms around my thighs in the same way I had hers, pulled my pussy apart and hugged me close. Her moist mouth covered me at the same time I opened mine and claimed her pierced clit and the upper half of her labia.

Amazing. There could exist no possible way to compare this to the intimacy with a man. It wasn’t even close. No bobbing of the head which in turn forced lovers farther from each other’s bodies, no tactile roughness, no unpleasant gagging or tastes or smells. Just blanket-to-blanket, steady heat, silk-skin-to-silk-skin closeness, delicious flavors and aromas, a continuous circle of reciprocity that included all five senses.

We rocked together, breasts massaging ribs and abdomens. Our moans were muffled female coos that pleased my ear beyond any lovemaking I’d ever heard. I slurped up the chocolate and tasted the creamy treasures beneath, and by the swallowing and frantic movements of her tongue, I knew she experienced the same palatable pleasures I did. I could see every bump, plane and hole, and knew by the tightening of her anus each time she clenched her inner muscles.

I made love to her, caressing her smooth outer and satiny inner flesh with my tongue, stimulating her to madness by playing with her body jewelry. But I needed to do one more thing to her to complete the picture. She reared up when I slid two fingers into her cunt. White elixir poured from her vagina and coated my digits as I inserted them. Her insides were slick and tight around my fingers. I pumped, slowly at first, while at the same time I swiveled my pussy over her face.

The orgasm already started its vague prewaves, yet I couldn’t prevent its swift onslaught when she mirrored my move and finger-fucked me. I couldn’t hold off in order to savor the coming explosion and ride the rising waves for a while longer. It hit my system like the effects of a euphoric drug. The close-mouthed screams of our simultaneous orgasms echoed in the room. Her inner walls contracted around my fingers and more fluid oozed onto my palm. I licked the glaze, tasted her while she tasted me, and spasmed hard and fast against her talented tongue. We clutched each other tighter, bodies as one. I couldn’t eat enough of her, couldn’t get close enough. It was the most satisfying, exciting, addictive lovemaking I’d ever participated in.

I didn’t want it ever to end.

Our screams gradually calmed to whimpers and tender kisses. We lay there in that position for a long time in silence just holding each other, petting each other, as if we feared the world would rip us apart. The evening approached five or six p.m. by the time I untangled myself, climbed off the bed and threw the French doors wide open. Heat rushed in, but I didn’t care; I relished summer.

“Come back to bed,” Kaydee said with aftermath huskiness in her voice. I glanced at her. She remained on her back, one arm thrown across her eyes and traces of chocolate marring her cheek. She had a leg drawn up barely concealing herself from me.

Sexy, so damn sexy.

My heart rate accelerated. My pussy tingled and engorged with heat. Unbelievable. I wanted her again. Already.

“Oh, you can bet I am. By the way, I’m warning you, that wasn’t it for me. I intend to get more. I want to try out every single one of those toys.”

Cicadas sang and tree frogs chirped in the oaks and maples outside. I caught a whiff of the roses that climbed the trellis beside the deck, and the faint scent of mown grass. Though the sun remained well above the horizon, my room faced southeast. Therefore it was now cast in shadows, just the way I loved it—the right ambiance for a late nap on a humid June evening.

She held up her hand without peeping from beneath her other arm. I loved her nonchalant yet faintly aggressive tone. “No complaints here. Now come back to bed before I haul off and spank you for disobeying.”

“Mmmmm. Now that has definite possibilities.” I took her hand in mine, climbed in next to her and snuggled to her side.

She tucked my head against her breast and spread her legs with a sigh. “Shh. You’ve worn the hell out of me. Even with this smoking body of yours, I need a catnap before I can come even one more time today.”

I gave a short laugh and closed my eyes. Contentment cradled me. I couldn’t wait to get the nap over with and begin anew. My heart soared and I dozed into a deep slumber with the sensation of her soft, sweat-slicked length pressed to mine.

Judging by the waning sunlight, it must have been an hour or so later when a light knocking noise followed by a shriek awakened me. I bolted upright in bed with a gasp.

Kaydee wasn’t far behind me. She dragged herself up and propped an elbow on her pillow. “What the…Melanie? Oh, my God, Melanie? What the fuck are you doing here?”

Chapter Five

Kaydee & Savanah: Regret

“I-I think I’m going to be sick.” Melanie held her belly with one hand, her mouth with the other. Even in the dim light of the room, I could see the tears glinting in her dark brown eyes.

A pang of guilt closed around my heart. I froze right there in the center of our bed of sin and shame watching as my best friend’s lower lip quivered. She stood by the French doors. I didn’t recall Savanah locking the front door, but she must have. Apparently Melanie had been locked out, saw Savanah’s open bedroom doors and ventured in, thinking Savanah wasn’t at home.

Or was at least alone.

Melanie’s voice rose shrill and dripped with disgust. “So this is why neither of you answered your cell phones? Holy shit, how could you? How could you both do this to me?”

My cell phone. Fucking hell. I groaned inwardly, realizing I must have left it out in my truck. And I think I remember seeing Savanah’s peeking out of her beach bag on the dock. Which she left out there when she came to get me after the neighbor had brought over the box with the toys.

Oh boy. We’d both been so mesmerized by each other we’d failed to think of the little things…like possible important phone calls that could make all the difference in the world in whether or not we got caught bumping muffs.

On a choked cry, Melanie spun on her sandals and raced to the bedroom door. She flung it open and punched it with her fist. The doorknob boomed against the wall and left a dent in the sheetrock.

I cursed and climbed from the bed. I couldn’t find my damn clothes—what the shit, did I leave them out on the dock or something?—so I located a robe slung across a chair in the reading nook of Savanah’s suite.

“Melanie! Oh crap, what’s she doing home?” Savanah yanked a t-shirt over her head. She tripped and hopped along as she jammed her legs into cotton print pajama bottoms. And fuck me if she didn’t look all sexy with her breasts bouncing and her eyes bright with worry. “Come back here, Melanie! Please. Don’t you dare leave like this. Let me explain, let me…”

Her voice trailed off as she exited the room. I scrubbed my face, rubbing away the sleep and confusion, and wished like hell my hands could erase everything that had happened today.

It’d been a horrible, stupid, selfish mistake that I could never take back. I’d ruined a lifelong friendship because I’d insisted on gratifying my goddamn libido, which had always reigned high and mighty between my legs. In the process I’d also done irreparable damage to what was left of their family dynamics.

My eyes stung. Despair closed around me in a black cloud of disgrace and self-disgust.

“Crap. Shit. Son of a bitch,” I grumbled, and belted the robe into a knot with jerky movements. I made my way toward the escalating voices in the kitchen. My stomach flipped and flopped. I set my quivering hand on my abdomen to calm the need to hurl. Nausea pitched around in my gut. It felt just like a next-morning hangover after having regret sex with someone you knew you’d never’ve touched with a twenty-foot pole if you’d been sober.

Only I’d been as sober as a nun. I knew—which only piled on the guilt—that if it wasn’t for Melanie’s untimely, not to mention odd appearance, I wouldn’t be regretting this at all.

At least not until Melanie entered the picture later, like when she should have been here at fucking Christmastime.

I stopped in the threshold of the door leading from the living room to the kitchen. Savanah had Melanie backed into a countertop corner. Though they stood inches apart, they both shouted, their faces red, their bodies stiff and animated.

“How can you blame me? I was married to your father for years—and faithfully I might add. But he’s gone now and I’m all alone. You can’t lay this guilt trip on me. It’s not fair. Why can’t I just be happy and carry on with my life?”

Melanie folded her arms and leaned toward Savanah, their noses only a fraction of an inch apart. She snarled. “Carry on with my best friend, you mean? What’s wrong with you?” Melanie’s gaze snapped to me. She glowered at me from across the room. “With both of you? You’ve betrayed me. You’ve gone behind my back and I haven’t even been gone a full twenty-four hours. My supposed best friend and my mom? My mom, for Christ’s sake? God, I’m going to throw up.”

“I’m not your mother and you know it.”

Melanie’s long auburn hair swung around her body in ropes when she shoved Savanah away in disgust. Savanah stumbled backward and grappled for the island. I took a step, stopped. My knee-jerk reaction was to go to her and assure myself she hadn’t been hurt by Melanie’s temper, but I suppressed the urge. I couldn’t decide if interrupting would help or hurt the situation.

“No, you’re not, thank goodness,” Melanie hissed. “My mother would never have slept with my best friend. She wasn’t a disgusting lesbian or a betrayer. She. Loved. My. Father. And she would have had the decency not to behave like some sort of nasty pedophile who—”

“I loved your father too!” Savanah shouted, her body trembling with rage. “And characterizing me as a pedophile is just plain ridiculous. Kaydee’s twenty-six, hardly a child, and someone I’ve had very little contact with before now. We’re both grown adults who know what we want.”

Melanie closed the space between them and clamped her hands around Savanah’s upper arms.

Savanah blinked and gasped in shock.

Melanie shook her, growling each word through ground teeth. “Don’t you dare dirty his memory with declarations of love after you just screwed around on him—and with a woman—and in his bed, even.”

“It’s a new bed and a different bedroom. And he’s dead, Melanie. How can I screw around on a dead man? I was faithful to him until the very end, but I’m a widow now.” Savanah shoved against Melanie’s chest. “And well, I’m sorry to say, but I’m still alive, and very much so.”

Melanie’s anger had been unleashed to the point of all-out fury. She returned the shove, snapping Savanah’s head back in the process. That did it. I couldn’t stand by and watch any longer. To hell with letting them hash things out. I feared if I waited much longer, she’d hurt Savanah if she didn’t calm down.

Melanie raised her hand to slap Savanah.

“That’s enough.” I jogged to the island and wrapped my arms around Melanie from behind before she could make contact. I dragged her several feet away, outside of striking range.

She kicked and screamed. “Let me go! I hate you. I hate both of you. You make me sick and I never want to see either one of you again.”

“I’m sorry, Mel,” I murmured in her ear. “I never meant to hurt you, and I don’t think Savanah did either.”

“Savanah?” She kicked backward and nailed my shin. I howled at the pain and let her loose. “Whatever happened to calling her Mrs. Kirtright? Ooh, I can’t believe this. It’s all so wrong!”

I always had been a straight shooter, and hurt feelings or not, I wouldn’t be changing now. But I did tone my voice down a notch to ease the sting. I lifted a shoulder. “Sorry, but it’s no secret. Obviously we’ve slept together. No reason to be so formal anymore.”

“I-I… Oh God. I don’t want to hear this.” Melanie held her hands pressed to her ears. Tears poured from her eyes, twisting the dagger of regret deeper into my heart. “I-I-I can’t handle it right now. I just can’t. I…” She crumpled to the wood floor and wept like a baby.

Watching her shoulders shudder, hearing her heart-wrenching sobs—shit, it was more than I could handle. I knelt beside her and swept her into my arms. It surprised me when she didn’t push me away. She clung to me instead, and memories of our unstoppable, indestructible childhood friendship flashed through my head in a string of culpable reels.

“Oh shit, oh God, Kaydee, can you believe h-he left me? Or actually, I left him. On our wedding night.”

“What?” I could barely get the word out. My throat felt tight and my pulse skipped a beat.

Savanah crouched beside us. She reached out a hand to Melanie but drew it back when Melanie flinched. “But why, Melanie? What happened?”

“I tried to call you both to tell you what had happened and that I was on my way home, but no one would answer.” Abhorrence dripped in her voice. Mel sniffled. “Anyway, we hadn’t even been there two hours and I caught him in the hotel hot tub with another woman wrapped around him, moaning and kissing him. I swear, her tongue had to’ve been touching his tonsils. I-I think they were…doing it. Aw crap, I really do think I’m going to puke.”

“That son of a bitch. I’ll kill him,” I growled.

Savanah punched a lower cabinet door. “Not before I do. I knew it. I knew he was a slimeball.”

Will had always been an outrageous flirt. He’d even pushed it with me, claiming he had the prowess to turn me straight. But Melanie usually laughed it off insisting he was just a charming, magnetic man who unknowingly invited women into his personal space without meaning to. Moth to flame, or some such, had been how she’d always put it. Well, that fucking moth’s going to get his arrogant ass incinerated by my flaming temper the next time I see him.

“I-I don’t know how I missed the signs. Just like I totally missed the signs between you two.” Melanie gripped my robe with one hand and pounded on my shoulder with the other. But she kept her head down, nestled on my breast just the way she used to when we were teenagers and some dumb-ass boy would break her heart.

“Stupid. Stupid. I’m such a clueless idiot.”

“No no no.” Savanah cautiously leaned close, kissed Mel’s temple and incessantly brushed her damp hair from her forehead. “Sweetie, you’re not an idiot at all. Will is. You’re a bright, beautiful woman he was lucky to have. He screwed up, not you. Not you at all. And not in this case with me and Kaydee either. I’m so sorry, honey, so very sorry about the pain Will caused you, and the shock you had to endure on top of that with us.”

Melanie’s voice sounded muffled against my chest. Her petite body trembled with the force of a giant. “I-I don’t want to talk about it. Please. I…I just want to go to my old room, curl up in my old bed and sleep for five days.”

“Yes, yes, of course, Melanie, of course,” Savanah cooed, rubbing and scratching Mel’s back. “This will always be your home. Always. Go to your room and get some rest. I’m sure you have jetlag something fierce.”

Melanie muttered a thanks and began to sob again. I squeezed her tightly and kissed the top of her head. Protectiveness and a sort of hypocritical loyalty surged in my heart for her.

“I’m really sorry too, Mel. So damn sorry. You shouldn’t have had to deal with this on top of Will’s betrayal. If I could change it all, I would.” I rocked her, petted her hair and back.

Melanie’s wailing gradually subsided to soft hiccups, but she kept her head bowed. “I-I can’t talk about this anymore. And I don’t want to know, don’t want to even think about why both of you have dried chocolate around your mouths. I just can’t deal with any of this right now.”

Savanah gasped and rubbed at her mouth.

But I didn’t give a crap if my whole face had dried chocolate-cheesecake pudding on it. Only one thing concerned me. I knew what had to be done. Tears filled the corners of my eyes and threatened to spill down my cheeks. Savanah’s gaze met mine over the top of Melanie’s head. Her beauty, and the remorse shining in her eyes, took my breath away.

We didn’t have to speak the words.

It was mutual.

Our affair was over before it had barely even started.

Chapter Six

Kaydee & Savanah: Bittersweet Acceptance

Fuck it. A long and silent three weeks later, all I knew was that I needed to go drown my long-neglected fem side in girly shit. I hadn’t heard from either one of them—well, to their credit, I’d changed my phone number—but I wasn’t about to stir up any more drama or pain.

Fourth of July Saturday afternoon shone bright and humid, and my landscaping and design business had been concluded for the week. I’d driven home and showered after my five-man crew and I had completed a job on a local hotel’s courtyard. On my way to the mall, I’d stopped in and bid on a job at a nearby Italian restaurant. They had visions of an outdoor dining area complete with Grecian brick arches, Mediterranean foliage and a tinkling waterfall guarded by Greek stone gods and goddesses. No problem, I could accomplish that with little overhead, stunning results and a tidy little profit. So I’d had it all mapped out and an estimate in hand when I learned from the owner that I’d been recommended by “a business associate located about an hour out in the suburbs”—Savanah Kirtright Real Estate and Brokerage Company.

Talk about losing it. I’d almost run from the restaurant bawling like some weak, whiny, hormonal chick.

Well, when it came to my job, at least, I was no wimp. So I’d presented the bid to the handsome gentleman with a smile, climbed into my truck, let the stupid tears flow and concluded that I needed that Victoria’s Secret fix now more than ever.

I whipped into a parking spot at the mall. Lucky me. I nabbed the first one, positioned only steps from the door. I snorted, climbed out of the truck and slammed the door shut without bothering to lock it, even though my Garmin, kick-ass CD player and fuzzbuster were clearly in view. I didn’t care anymore. I’d already lost two of the most important people in my life. Getting a stupid GPS stolen seemed inconsequential in comparison, not to mention I probably deserved it for driving a damn wedge between my best friend and her widowed stepmom.

You’re such a moron.

“So yeah, bring it on, thieves. Give me the martyrdom I deserve.” I mumbled it to myself as I jogged toward the door.

A sense of wicked recklessness and defiance assailed me. Maybe the score with the parking spot had been a sign it would be my lucky day. Maybe I’d meet the woman of my dreams and live happily ever after with two-point-five kids and a house with a white picket fence.

Puke.

The thought of that made me wanna hurl simply because the face, the body and the personality weren’t the irresistible Savanah’s. I yanked open the mall door and the odor of acrylic from the nail salon nearly bowled me over. I thought of Savanah’s sexy manicured nails and those elegant fingers eagerly exploring and scraping down my body in ecstasy. A cloud of depression engulfed me along with a simmering heat in my cunt that had been plaguing me since that day on the dock when she begged, “Show me how a woman makes love to a woman.”

“All right, that’s enough. She’s not the only woman with hot pink fingernails…long fingers that fit perfectly inside you…and hands that learn quickly and make you come harder than you’ve ever—” I severed my quiet muttering by pounding my fist on my thigh. “Cut it out, you dumb-ass. There’re millions of women just like her in this world.”

I wedged my way in between a pretty lady with a toddler propped on her hip and a group of rowdy teens in goth garb on the packed escalator. The top mall level seemed just as crowded, but I didn’t give a shit. I had my eye on one soothing goal.

Victoria’s Secret.

I barreled my way through the mob and passed under the wide arched entrance, and the scent of new clothes mixed with fuck-me perfumes wafted heavily in the air. It had the same effect as a sedative. I inhaled and sighed as my heart rate settled to a dull thump.

A foxy brunette saleswoman with heavy makeup and enormous boobs shoved up into her throat accosted me not two steps inside. “Hi! Welcome to Victoria’s Secret. My name’s Lacey. Can I help you find something?”

Yeah, Lacey, how about my heart? I lost it like, oh, three weeks ago.

“Nah. Just browsing.” I spotted a skimpy teddy in the exact turquoise shade of Savanah’s eyes and snatched it off the rack. Satiny fabric as smooth as her skin caressed my fingertips, while the deep cut of the bodice had visions of her delectable, shadowed cleavage swimming through my head.

I twitched my shoulders, forced the poison from my thoughts and reached out to hang it back on the rack.

But the clerk closed her slim hand over the lingerie and gently pulled it from my grip before I could rid myself of the temptation. When she winked, I recognized her as the same employee who’d helped me on prior occasions. “Here, I’ll go ahead and start you a dressing room, just like before. I’m almost certain number thirteen toward the back is open.”

Thirteen. Huh, maybe it wasn’t my lucky day after all.

“Sure, that’ll work,” I agreed.

She spun on her heels, leaving behind a sensual floral fragrance, and sashayed down the dressing room hallway.

Hmm, nice ass, but it didn’t quite give me the thrill one certain woman’s rump did, especially when my hands were filled with the fullness of its—

“I said knock it off,” I muttered under my breath.

I sifted through the various panty styles, boy shorts, G-strings, T-backs and bikinis before choosing half a dozen to try on. Next I searched through the racks of flowing boudoir negligees, football sleepshirts, camisoles and bra sets before randomly choosing samples of each. I really didn’t care what I tried on. You couldn’t go wrong with anything in this store, and I wasn’t picky in this case anyway. The point? To forget my problems and drench myself in femininity, a weird obsession that would probably have my butch friends teasing the hell out of me if they knew. But screw them. The silky fabrics encircled my torso, the feminine styles hugged my body and gave me this comforting sense that I desperately needed, that of a hot chick lover embracing me.

A lover like Savanah.

“Damn it,” I snarled and flung her from my mind. I had to get over her. It just wasn’t meant to be. Besides, I had a business to keep up with and a secure life in a local gay Louisville community that really made me happy. I couldn’t afford to go off the deep end and risk losing what I held dear in my life.

What remained of my sorry-ass life, at least.

I plopped into a plush pink wing-backed chair near the gift boxes and novelties section and hugged the clothes to my chest. I really was trying, but despair hovered around me like the spirit of an evil demon trying to possess my soul. I stared into nothingness and wondered why the fuck I’d come here. I’d only made it worse. Everything reminded me of her from the provocative fragrances to the frilly laces to all the stupid colors and sounds of chattering, girly females.

The employee appeared before me just when I got the urge to toss aside the pile of garments and flee the store. She gently wrestled the clothing from my arms with a smile of understanding, almost as if she could sense the turmoil in my head.

“Here. I’ll take these to your dressing room for you.” She draped the heap over one arm and gave my shoulder a squeeze. “Are you okay, hon?”

“Yes. Fine, thanks.”

Now go away. Just go the fuck away.

“Well. I’ll get you all set up in your dressing room, then. Let me know if you need anything at all.” She disappeared again before I could utter a thank-you.

Even though she was a stranger and it was totally out of character for me to pout and feel sorry for myself, I almost sobbed at the comfort her sympathy gave me. Almost. Instead I made my way down the softly lit corridor to room number thirteen. The door had been flung wide with an “Occupied” tab on the curved doorknob. The teddy hung on a hook above a pink-and-white-striped settee. It called to me. I saw Savanah’s eyes in every sparkling inch and knew I couldn’t try it on.

It would be nothing but pure torture, and I really couldn’t afford to add that to the emotional upheaval already festering inside me.

Still my eyes filled with tears. I moaned and thought it sounded a lot like my childhood German shepherd dog, Sergeant, who’d died in my arms in excruciating, bloody pain after being hit by my school bus. I rubbed at my wet eyes with the heels of my hands, annoyed at myself for acting like such a baby. I stepped inside and closed the door, if for nothing else but to hole up until I got my silly emotions back in check.

“Honey?” Lacey’s concerned voice came to me through the door.

Argh, can’t you leave me the fuck alone?

“Yes?”

Her hand hovered under the door. She held an envelope sandwiched between her perfectly manicured fingers. “I was told to give this to you. Do you want it, or should I tell this person to go away?”

“Um, that’s fine, I’ll take it.” Who could have given me this envelope? I held it up to the dim overhead light, but I couldn’t make anything out. Screw it. I tore it open, unfolded the single sheet of paper with quivering hands and began to read…

Kaydee,

Gosh, I don’t know where to begin. I guess the most logical place to start would be with, I’m so very sorry. I never meant to hurt you or Savanah, but I think I just lost my mind with all the shock of catching Will screwing around on me—and on my wedding night, no less. You’ll no doubt be glad to hear that I’ve filed for an annulment, and in spite of the craziness of it all, I’m relieved and starting to feel a spark of the old me coming back.

But we can talk more in-depth about that later. Maybe if you’re ready, I’ll come over one night next week and we can pull a pizza-and-wine all-nighter and I’ll tell you all about it.

In the meantime, besides my profuse apologies—I said some horrible things that night, and I can’t say I’m sorry enough—the main reason for this letter is to hopefully ease the pain I know you’re feeling right now, and to give you a glimmer of hope and the happiness that I think I unwittingly yanked out from underneath you during my meltdown.

Savanah…

Yes, I was shocked to find the two of you together, but in all my selfishness and turmoil, I failed to see that the picture of it was just, I don’t know, right. I never really “knew” her, and I certainly didn’t view her as a true mother figure, so it’s not as much of an ick factor for me as I let on. Yes, she used to sleep with Dad, so that part is a little hard to get used to, but I’m getting over it. I mean, people do and should move on to other partners after deaths and divorces, so I’m starting to see the normalcy of it.

Anyway, though I’ve never been that close to Savanah in the past, we’ve been getting closer since I returned home, so that got me to thinking… If you started an affair with our mutual friends Paige or Nina or even Jessica, it would never even faze me, so why did I give you such a hard time about Savanah? Now that I’ve had time to stew and think and accept what’s happened between me and Will, I realized it was more jealousy and selfishness than anything. I needed you, both of you, at that moment, yet I knew I’d interrupted something very special, something so much the opposite of what I’d come to realize I had with Will. And well, with all that rosy love I saw glowing in both of your eyes, I instinctively knew I wasn’t going to be the center of your undivided attention no matter what had happened to me on my wedding night. Besides, let’s face it, neither of you liked him anyway, so I expected the told-you-sos, although I wasn’t ready to hear them yet.

But Kaydee, in spite of how selfish I was being that night, I really want you to be happy. And I want Savanah to be happy too. As she and I have already discussed in many late-night powwows since you left, I can’t think of any couple more suited to each other than the two of you. I’m seriously, totally thrilled for you both. She adores you and she misses you like crazy. And so do I! So let’s get this behind us. Understand that all I really need is time to digest it and to get through this annulment before we start having “family” gatherings together. J Do you understand? Will that work for you? Just maybe try to be a little discreet with your affections until Will’s purged from my life and I’ve got Dad’s place in this all worked out in my head?

I love you, girl! You’ll always be my best friend. And damn it, I can’t believe you fucking changed your cell number. I almost came by your house one day but thought better of it. Figured a letter would work best to start, because you know me, I’m a much better writer than speaker. Hey, call me with your new phone number, you twit, or else I’ll start stalking you.

Love, your best friend,

Melanie

My hands shook. I realized the tears had been pouring down my cheeks the entire time I read her letter. Joy such as I’d never felt before surged through me. Manic emotions burst from my heart. Shit, she must be here. I had to catch her before she left and give her the biggest hug ever.

I yanked open the dressing room door. “Mel, where are you, you big fucking—”

My pulse skipped two beats.

“Hi.” Savanah stood there looking sexier than ever, even more so than that day I’d arrived to find her sunbathing topless by the lake. Her gaze lowered to the letter I still held in my hand. “Melanie asked me to give it to you personally. And I see that you’ve now read it.”

“Yes.” I folded the paper and envelope together and stuffed them in the pocket of my Levi’s. My damp eyes drank in her face, her smoking body. She was clad in a scoop-neck floral halter top that displayed her perfect breasts, and a hip-hugging white denim miniskirt. Her legs were toned and tan, and the sudden memory assailed me of having those long limbs wrapped around my head.

Her pretty brow furrowed. “Well?”

I let my face break out in a slow grin.

She eased out a breath of relief.

“Come here.” I snatched her hand and yanked her into the dressing room with me.

She fell right into step and kicked the door shut behind her. I had her in my arms and pinned flush against the door in two seconds flat.

Ah yes, there we go. The wild scent of her, the plump breasts pressing against mine, her bright, intense stare rendering me speechless and her arms wound around me possessively. It was as if I’d been in rehab for three weeks only to fall off the wagon.

But for this addiction, I think I’d rather shove the wagon off a cliff and never look back.

“God, I’ve missed you so damn bad.” I buried my nose in the crook of her neck and kissed every inch of the warm flesh. Her pulse beat erratically against my lips. I tipped that bottle of addiction and tasted her with a hunger that almost scared me. A growl tore from my throat as the sweet and salty flavor of her burst on my tongue.

She sighed and angled her head to the side to allow me better access. Her hands kneaded my back. She dragged my shirt up and unfastened my bra. “Kaydee, oh God, Kaydee. You have no idea how much I’ve been burning for you. I haven’t slept a wink or eaten a bite. Why did you change your phone number? Why?”

“Shh. Don’t talk.” I drew my shirt over my head and tossed it aside with my bra. Cool air teased my skin, but her hungry gaze had my nipples puckering. “Just let me make love to you.”

Her eyes widened. “Here?” Her voice carried through the entire dressing room.

I nodded and held my finger to my lips. “Yes, here. Now, whisper,” I mouthed, welcoming the flood of heat in my loins.

Her mouth curved up in a wicked grin. It didn’t take any time for her to whip off her halter and wiggle out of her miniskirt and panties. She leaned back against the door clad in nothing but sandals and held her arms out to me.

Absently I unzipped my jeans while my gaze swept the perfection of her body. Her long locks of hair trailed down over her bronzed breasts and the discs of her brown nipples. The only tan line she had was the narrow strip of white from her teeny bikini bottoms. I recalled the vision of her sunbathing topless and suddenly realized that I’d fallen in love with her that very moment I’d spied her on the dock.

Or maybe that day I’d first met her a few years ago?

“Sorry,” she complied in a low response. “I just can’t help it. I’m excited enough just to be with you again, and now this? In a dressing room? Wow. You’re amazing and you’re totally naughty. In fact, if you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to come before you even touch me.”

“Promises, promises,” I replied, and dragged her over to the settee. “Sit down.”

She giggled, primly placed her skirt on the seat and sat down on it. “Yes ma’am, I hear and I obey.”

A woman entered the dressing room next door. I could see her legs from her calves down and hear every rustle and swishing sound as she disrobed. Various female voices carried in from the store. Several more women entered the fitting room chattering and laughing. Doors slammed, hangers clicked onto hooks, the chitchat continued.

“Shh,” I whispered in her ear. “Keep it up and they’re going to hear your screams when you come.”

I knelt in front of her and forced her legs apart. Her freshly shaved labia spread open like the petals of a blooming flower. Her clit emerged. The inner dampness of her folds glistened in the dim light glowing from the wall sconces. I inhaled and savored her now familiar woman’s scent. My mouth went dry and cream escaped my cunt, soaking my panties.

She leaned forward, hooked her hand behind my neck and pulled me so close the warmth of her breath caressed my lips. I caught the faint aroma of alcohol. “I don’t care who hears me. I want to shout it to the entire world that I’m falling in love with this sexy, gorgeous Kate Beckinsale look-alike.”

“Falling in love?” I covered her mouth with mine and tasted the tartness of wine. It endeared me to her more because I knew she’d needed the nudge of courage that the wine offered in order for her to come here and confront me, just like she’d needed a few pre-drinks that day I arrived at her house after Melanie’s wedding. “Baby, you had me at ‘Hi, I’m Savanah’ the first day I met you.”

She laughed in that husky, sensual tone of hers. “Get out of here. I don’t believe you.”

“It’s true, although I didn’t realize it until this very moment.” I worked my way down her neck to one mound, and lifted its weight in my hand. I circled the skin around the areola before zoning in on the knot. It dragged over my tongue and made me think of her clit. Ah yes, gotta have that now.

“Mmm.” She fell back against the wall and cradled my head at her breast.

I murmured to her as I made a trail of nips and sucking bites down her abdomen. “You once said you like it both hot and cold depending on your mood. Which is it now, Savanah? Which do you prefer? Cold?” I asked, swirling my tongue in her salty navel. “Or hot?” I zipped down, pushed my tongue through the supple folds of her pussy and dipped into her cunt. Then I moved up to claim her diamond-hard little bulge.

She twitched and stifled a moan. Her body hunched over in a crunch while she held my face in her hands. She spoke so softly, it came out as a series of faint murmurs and hisses. “Hot. Oh yes, give me hot any day. In fact, no more cold for me. This is the real me. This is what I’ve been missing, this is—”

I slipped a pair of fingers inside her sopping vagina. Her body jerked and her inner walls closed snug around my fingers.

“Oh wow, you do that so well.” I read her scarlet-painted lips as she mouthed it. Even as I flicked my tongue back and forth over her sweet knot while finger-fucking her canal, I could see the genuine emotion and worship smoldering in her eyes.

I knew that she knew what the metaphor stood for—cold equals male, hot equals female. But with her declaration, the heavy weight of doubt finally lifted from my heart. In its place settled gratification and relief.

The woman next door exited the stall. Another took her place. More stall doors opened and clicked shut, and women came and went, leaving behind a conglomeration of perfumes and sweetly pitched voices. The newest top-ten pop singer crooned from the overhead speakers, something about unlikely relationships and the addictions of kinky sex.

Savanah’s panting increased, and with it so did my lust. I wanted more than anything to come with her at the same time I drove her over the edge. I slipped my free hand into my unfastened jeans and rubbed my pierced muff to soothe the heavy ache that had settled in my loins ever since I’d opened the fitting-room door to find her standing there. I dipped my finger into my pussy and coated it with my cream. Whoa, Savanah and I were equally wet. I circled my pearl with my damp fingertip, moaned against her cunt when I found just the right angle on my nub, and gave it the perfect pressure and flicking movements to send jolts of pleasure through my lower belly. I rubbed myself with one hand while fucking her with the other. My hunger grew. I licked and tasted every inch of her, delighting in the restrained shudders of her body and the way her legs crossed over my back while her head and shoulders hunched over me. I was inside her yet surround by her at the same time. Every nuance of her fragrance and provocative mewls and flavors and textures cocooned me.

Then her breath stilled. She fell back against the wall again and bucked her pussy against my mouth. Her entire body jerked and her muscles spasmed around my fingers. A gush of her cum bathed my palm and its musky aroma wafted up and filled my nostrils. I rubbed myself faster and welcomed the onslaught of my own release. It went on forever, steeping me in such mind-blowing pleasure, I feared I couldn’t focus enough to finish her off.

The ecstasy gradually subsided. Savanah sprawled back on the settee and gasped for air. Her chest had a faint sheen of sweat glazing its hills and valleys, and I couldn’t believe myself when desire flared hot inside me once again. But more than anything, I wanted to take her back to my house and explore some more. I envisioned getting out my handcuffs and various whips and toys.

Or maybe we would just simply hold each other all night long and talk into the wee hours of the morning.

But we were just beginning on the exciting path to a new relationship. There would be plenty of time to both pamper and corrupt her later.

Savanah dragged me up so I lay over the top of her. She bent and nuzzled at my breast. Her hot gasps and sighs fanned my nipple. It tingled and tightened into a painful, aching knot when she circled it with her fingertip.

“You know… Waiting for Melanie to get completely used to the idea of us being together could be fun. We could be rendezvous lovers, meeting in out-of-the-way places just like this. It’s really exciting, don’t you think?” She giggled, her next words blurted out at full volume. “Like we’re being really naughty sluts or something.”

“Ha. You are such a tramp.” I gathered her close and gave her a loud smacking kiss.

She rolled her tongue around in her mouth. “Yum, I love that taste.”

“God, that’s so fucking sexy.”

“Hey,” she squealed, grappling to sit up, “instead of heading downtown for the fireworks show, wanna go to a strip club and watch the girls twirl and gyrate with a smile while dancing for us in fuck-me stilettos?”

“Funny, real funny.” I stood and jerked her up off the seat. She fell into my arms. Our faintly perspiring chests glided sensually together. “What I’d really like to do is go back to my place and watch you twirl and gyrate with a smile while dancing for me in fuck-me stilettos. You know, make our own fireworks show.”

“You got it. I’ll gladly be your private whore to do with as you please, maybe make you explode in all sorts of pretty colors.” She threw her arms around my neck and leaped up. I staggered back against the door with her legs wrapped around my hips. The tramp kissed me with thorough skill and I became lost in her magic once again.

I finally came up for air, panted and shook the arousing fog from my head. “Jesus, I think I hear one of those pyrotechnic aerial displays shooting off.”

Savanah let out a whooping laugh so loud, it had to carry all the way out to the food court.

“Ma’am? Is everything all right in there?” Shit. The store attendant again. The crash of my body against the door must have brought her in the dressing room to investigate.

“Uh, yeah. Fine.”

Savanah stifled a giggle.

She slid down to my thighs when I let go of one hand, slapped it over her mouth and hissed, “Shhh!”

Her eyes widened but I could feel the spreading of a smirk against my palm. The ornery hussy.

“Could I get you another size or color…or something?” the woman asked in a strained, hesitant voice.

“No. No, thank you, I’m about done. I’ll be right out.”

I heard her mutter something about, “Gee, how long does it take to try on a few clothes?” before her footsteps receded out of the fitting area.

Savanah got to her feet and donned the halter top. She bent and squirmed into her skirt until it settled over her curvy hips. “Let’s go.”

“Hopefully we’ll be able to leave without mall security calling the cops on us.” I got dressed and gathered all the clothes up that I hadn’t even tried on. Okay by me. I had a new obsession to indulge in.

“Ya know, I’ve got this sudden urge for something really depraved, like maybe you could tie me up and spank me.” Savanah turned and slapped her own ass. “Ooh, yeah, spank me, baby. Now there’s the fireworks I’m talking about.”

I let out a roaring laugh and slipped my hand in hers before pulling her out into the bright new world. I no longer cared who heard or saw us. Mmm-hmm, it was going to be a long but amazing Saturday night full of all kinds of dangerous explosions.

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Titania Ladley is a multi-published erotic romance author and registered nurse living in the upper Midwest USA with her husband and teen son. She has been published with Ellora’s Cave since 2004 writing in various genres, including paranormal, historical, contemporary, male/male, gay/lesbian, ménage, vampire, SciFi, and light BDSM. She also writes for Ellora’s Cave under the pseudonym Roxana Blaze.

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