Torquere Press Sips and Shots Page 9
As we crossed the threshold I looked down and realized I was still wearing nothing but my boxer shorts. I crossed my hands over my chest and shut the door behind me, instantly grateful for the tall bushes Tasha had insisted on planting when we moved in. The huge shrubs surrounded the entire perimeter of our house, effectively hiding us from the rest of the neighborhood.
Tasha led me to the couch, urging me to sit down as she grabbed a blanket from the rocking chair nearby and draped it over my back. Tasha started rubbing my shoulders. Her hands worked wonders for my tense muscles. Tasha stopped her massage and walked around to face me, kneeling on the floor by my feet. “Why didn’t you answer the phone? Did I do something wrong?”
“No, but I did. I kind of had a little accident.”
She gasped and instantly switched into medical mode. Before I could explain the problem, she started running her hands all over my body, looking for blood and other injuries. Her face twisted in confusion as she finished her scan and found nothing wrong with me. “You’re not hurt.”
I grabbed her hands in mine. “Not me, the phone.”
“What about the phone? Libby you’re not making any sense.”
I took a deep, calming breath to relax myself. “I got upset when your phone cut off. I took my frustration out on the cordless.”
Understanding dawned in her eyes. “We need another new phone don’t we?”
I nodded and pointed across the room to the shattered remains. “It looks that way.”
“Good Lord, Libby. We have to do something about that temper of yours. Maybe you need some anger management classes.” Tasha pulled her hands out of my grip and sat back on her heels. She jumped up with a squeal, reaching behind her to grab whatever she’d just accidentally sat on. Her hand whipped out the offending object and I blushed as I recognized the shiny, red vibrator I’d been playing with earlier. The sight brought back memories of our conversation with full clarity and I could feel myself getting aroused all over again. Tasha was obviously feeling something too as she stared back and forth between me and the sex toy
She started to grin. It was a naughty smile, full of wicked delights and sensual promises. “You really were doing everything I asked you to earlier, weren’t you?”
I had no idea what she was up to, and I didn’t really care as long as it ended with the two of us fucking each other into oblivion. “Yes, I was.”
She slapped the rubber cock against her palm like a strict schoolteacher with a ruler. “Maybe I was wrong.” She twisted the base, and the object buzzed to life in her hand. “I could probably take care of your unruly temperament here at home. After all, I specialize in behavioral problems. Let’s see if a little home therapy can get you to act properly.”
I nodded, my pussy tingling at the thought of being Tasha’s bitch for the night. “Yes!”
She tapped me on the knee with the still-vibrating phallus. “Yes what? Did you forget all your manners while I was gone?”
“Yes, please!”
“Please what?”
I flung myself off the couch and mashed my lips to hers. The resulting kiss went on for quite some time and left me shaking. Eventually I had to pull back to breathe. I cupped her face in my hands and stared her directly in the eyes. “Please fuck me.”
She responded with another kiss, this one even hotter than the first. She made love to my mouth and I ached to push her face between my thighs and have her kiss me the same way down below. I was past all coherent thought. I just knew I needed us both naked and sweaty as soon as possible. Tasha had other plans.
She pushed me back against the couch. “Stay right there. I’ve got something that will help you relieve all that tension and hostility.”
She crossed the room, pausing to grab her purse from where she’d obviously dropped it just inside the doorway. I could hear her rifling through it, but she was bent over at an angle so that her body shielded her actions from my sight. After a moment she stood back up, hiding something in the waistband of her skirt, as she approached me while beginning a slow striptease. It seemed like forever before she was left in only her business-length skirt and thigh highs. She reached underneath and slid off her panties and the hose, pausing to grip whatever it was she’d hidden earlier before unzipping her skirt and letting it drop to the floor in a heap. My eyes were riveted to her gloriously nude body and the fact that we both seemed ready for a hot reunion.
I grabbed the waistband of my boxers and started sliding them down my legs. She reached out to stop me. “Leave them on. I want to finish what we started earlier.”
I groaned. “No, not now. No talking. I’m hot enough to explode.”
She giggled. “Who said anything about talking?” She pulled out the object she’d been hiding from me and wiggled it suggestively. The purple jelly-like toy was like nothing I’d ever seen before. I must have been staring cause she started explaining herself.
“This is a Feeldoe. I had a little down time yesterday once my speech ended and decided to do a little shopping. I found a fabulous toy store that caters specifically to lesbians. This is the hottest thing on the market right now. It’s like a strap on without the straps.” She spread her legs slightly and slid the larger end of the toy inside her pussy. Judging by the easy way it slid in she was still turned on. She grabbed the end that was left pointing towards me with one hand and pointed to the couch with her other. “Bend over and spread’em. Do it the same way you did while we were on the phone.”
I was behind the couch and in position within seconds. I ached so bad it felt like my pussy had a heartbeat of its own, and I knew only Tasha could give me what I needed to find relief.
She stopped behind me, just out of reach, and I bent over as far as I could, arching my back so my ass was on complete display. “Jesus Libby, that is so fucking sexy.” She gave my rear a smack. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
I moaned out loud; I couldn’t help it. “Now, I need you to fuck me now.”
There were no other words for what we both wanted. She pulled one leg of my skimpy boxers to the side, testing my readiness with two fingers. Apparently she found the situation satisfactory because she rubbed the head of the Feeldoe against my pussy and plunged inside me to the hilt in one thrust.
I expected her to pause and give me a moment to adjust, but she didn’t. She set a brutal pace, giving me everything I’d asked for until I had to dig my nails into the back of the couch to hold myself steady. I knew I wasn’t going to last long and judging by the sounds Tasha was making she was right there on the edge with me.
“More, more. Oh yes!” I started pushing back every time she moved forward, using the extra momentum to kick things up another notch. “Oh fuck that’s good!”
One minute I was climbing towards my peak, still on edge from our interrupted phone sex, and the next I was there, screaming and wailing as my body jerked and clutched at the fake cock drilling deep inside me.
“That’s it. Come for me. Come all over my cock. Oh, yeah.”
As the aftershocks slowly receded I realized Tasha was still going strong. I reached down between my legs and, in between thrusts, searched for her clit, intent on giving her some extra stimulation to help her reach her peak as well. I grinned as my fingers brushed over a small button near the area where the base fitted inside of her. Now I understood why the store was praising this hot new toy. With a built-in vibrator and no need for straps it was a dyke’s dream come true. I pushed the button and Tasha gave a loud shout as the phallic extension embedded in her pussy roared to life. The extra boost was all the stimulation she needed to reach her own orgasm. She bucked and pushed me hard against the sofa, clutching my hips as she ground her clit against the steadily buzzing vibrator. “Oh shit. I’m coming. I’m coming.”
She paused just a minute before turning off the fake phallus and pulling out of both my body and hers. I was exhausted, sore and thoroughly happy about the fact, that I didn’t think my legs would ever work right again. Tasha noticed
my lack of movement and called me on it.
“Is something wrong?”
I sat down in the floor in the exact same spot I’d just been standing, with what I knew was a goofy grin on my face. “Nope not a thing. When’s your next medical convention supposed to be?”
“I don’t know yet. Why?”
“I need to make sure I have enough time to get a new phone.”
She chuckled and bent down to pick me up. “You give the term phone sex a whole new meaning.”
I nodded and let my head droop sleepily on her shoulder. “Yeah, but you love me like that.”
She smiled softly as she tucked us both into bed. “Get some rest. I’ll see what conventions the medical board has planned for the rest of the year and see if I can’t get in on at least one.”
We kissed tenderly and I fell asleep to dreams of making heated love over the phone line. Maybe next time we could try out Tasha’s new laptop with the live camera attachment for some extra fun.
For Love of Laura
Cassidy Ryan
Dedicated to Lee Benoit, for your enthusiastic encouragement
Grace Shawcross cursed up a blue streak when the books she was trying to artfully display tumbled and landed in a heap on the table.
“Wow, that was quite a mouthful.” There was laughter in the voice of Jamie Porter, her assistant.
Grace turned and gave him a sheepish smile. “Sorry. I’m all thumbs this morning.” She picked up a book that had slipped from the table onto the floor.
“Yeah, I’ve noticed that. Are you okay?” Jamie joined her at the table and started fixing the books.
Grace grimaced. “Today’s the day I meet my mother-in-law for the first time.” Her nerves were evident in her voice.
Jamie frowned. “I thought Laura’s parents were both dead?”
“Sarah is actually Laura’s godmother, but she raised Laura. Sarah is as close to a mother as she has. Laura adores her.” She said the last quietly.
“And you’re worried that you won’t measure up?” Jamie guessed.
Grace sighed and her shoulders slumped. She could only nod as her stomach churned uncomfortably. At this rate, she was going to wind up with an ulcer before she even met the woman.
“So how come you’re just meeting her now? You and Laura have been together for nearly a year.” Finished with the display, Jamie moved to the counter and hoisted himself up to sit on it.
Grace turned to face him, and leaned back against the table. “Sarah’s a photographer, a bit of a vagabond. She spends most of her time traveling.” She looked down at the toes of her shoes. “What if she doesn’t like me? Laura thinks the world of her...”
Jamie jumped down from the counter and came to her. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her and caught her up in a tight hug. “What’s not to like?” he asked, pressing a light kiss against her hair.
She laughed lightly and hugged him back.
“Hey, get your hands off my woman.” Grace and Jamie turned in unison at the statement and the jingle of the bell over the door.
Grace smiled as the unease in her stomach was replaced by the more familiar, and far more pleasant, flutter she always experienced when she saw her lover.
Releasing Grace and stepping back, Jamie laughed. “You don’t need to get the shotgun out, she’s not my type. Doesn’t have the right bits for a start.”
Laura grinned as she fairly bounced into the store. Grace had noticed a particular lightness in Laura’s step since she had found out that Sarah would be arriving to celebrate Laura’s thirtieth birthday. “Just as well for you. I don’t just use my scissors for cutting hair.”
As Jamie laughed, Laura pulled Grace into her arms. Grace shrieked in surprise as Laura dipped her low. “I’m very possessive of what’s mine.”
Laughing breathlessly, Grace punched Laura playfully on the arm. “You know I love it when you play cave woman, but not in front of the children!”
Laura pulled Grace back upright and gave her a theatrical leer. “Later.”
Jamie made a gagging sound and went to attend to the customer who had entered and was looking at Grace and Laura with undisguised interest.
Laura rolled her eyes. “Can I see you in private for a moment?”
Grace took her hand and led her back to the office. When the door closed behind Laura, Grace looked at her curiously. It surprised her when Laura closed the distance between them, a look of determination on her face.
When she reached Grace, Laura maneuvered her back until Grace’s butt bumped against the desk. Her hands went to Laura’s shoulders.
Grace smiled suddenly. “Oh, I see. Feeling a little frisky?”
Laura pushed her hips against Grace’s. “You got a problem with that?”
Heat flooded Grace. “Hell no.” She wound her arms around Laura’s waist and slipped her hands down the back of her hip-hugging jeans. She smiled when she saw Laura’s pupils dilate.
Laura was a few inches taller than Grace, and rail thin in comparison to Grace’s curves, but Laura still had no problem whatsoever lifting Grace until she was sitting on the edge of the desk. She lowered her hand to grasp hold of the bottom of Grace’s calf-length skirt and slowly raised it, sliding her hand along Grace’s stocking-clad leg. Grace gasped in anticipation, and she parted her legs so that Laura could settle between them.
Leaning in, Laura nibbled at Grace’s neck while her fingers teased Grace’s thigh around the lacy elastic holding up her stocking.
Grace arched her body into Laura, flexed her fingers into the firm muscles of Laura’s ass through the simple cotton panties Laura preferred.
A hum of pleasure sounded in Grace’s ear and Laura moved her hand until it cupped Grace’s mound, her thumb moving in hypnotic little circles over Grace’s silky panties. Grace moaned as heat and moisture gathered between her legs.
Grace pulled her hands out of Laura’s jeans and slid them under her shirt. Her fingers danced over Laura’s back, unhooked her bra when she reached it and moved one hand around to cup a small, high breast.
Laura’s breath hitched when Grace scraped a nail lightly over her rapidly hardening nipple. The intense pleasure on Laura’s face made Grace smile. Laura’s breasts were small, but they were hyper-sensitive. Grace recalled with a shiver the time she had brought Laura to a writhing orgasm just by using her tongue on Laura’s breasts.
“Oh, fuck, that’s good.” Laura’s voice was husky with her need. Her eyes were hooded, her lips parted and moist. She was beautiful.
Gaze falling on Laura’s lips again, Grace felt her mouth water with hunger. She leaned forward and brought their mouths together. Laura’s lips parted and Grace slipped her tongue in. Laura’s rose up to meet it and they twined together. Grace continued he attentions to Laura’s nipple until her lover was squirming and moaning into her mouth.
But Laura wasn’t so distracted that she forgot about Grace -- at least, not for long.
Slightly trembling fingers worked their way into Grace’s panties and slipped into her moist cleft. Grace’s hips moved with the strokes of Laura’s knowing fingers. She felt her orgasm begin in the tightening of her stomach and her breath came in shallow gasps.
“Laura, I’m... I’m... Oh fuck, oh fuck.”
Distantly, she heard Laura’s soft laughter. “I love your potty mouth.”
Grace couldn’t reply as her body shivered and jerked to climax. Every muscle strained, and for long seconds, she stopped breathing altogether. When she finally came back to full consciousness, she found Laura watching her with a soft smile.
“I love watching you come. So fuckin’ hot.” Laura pushed a stray lock of Grace’s hair back behind her ear.
Feeling languid and content, Grace lowered her hand from Laura’s breast to press between her lover’s legs. Even through her jeans, Grace could feel Laura’s heat. She moved her hand over the rough material until Laura was grinding against her hand, biting her lower lip as her own orgasm washed over her.
“Did I ever tell you that I love these little visits of yours?” Grace inquired with a soft laugh.
Laura raised her head from Grace’s shoulder. “Are you feeling a bit more relaxed now?” At Grace’s questioning look, Laura grinned lazily. “Ever since you woke up this morning, you’ve been wound tight enough to snap.”
Grace tried -- and failed -- to look annoyed. “So this was an act of charity?” The corners of her lips twitched.
Gray eyes twinkled at Grace. “There’s no one I would rather sacrifice myself for.”
A decidedly unladylike snort escaped Grace. “When do we have to meet Sarah?” Funnily enough, mentioning the woman’s name caused only the slightest flutter of nerves in Grace’s stomach.
Laura looked at the clock on the wall. “In about half an hour.” A flash of panic must have shown on Grace’s face, because Laura leaned in, touched a gentle hand to Grace’s cheek. “She won’t bite.” Then, in a quiet, intimate whisper she said, “Only I’m allowed to do that.”
In spite of the fact that she’d only just come, Grace felt a flush of arousal heat her body.
Laura laughed. “Come on, we should go.”
Collecting her coat and bag, Grace followed Laura out of the office, unable to resist watching the gentle sway of her ass.
When they passed through the store, Jamie -- who had agreed to look after things for the day -- threw them a knowing look along with his wave, and Grace blushed.
* * *
They arrived at the train station with ten minutes to spare, and in those ten minutes, Grace managed to work herself up into a fairly decent freak-out.
Laura kept her hand on the small of Grace’s back the whole time, and while Grace found some comfort in the touch, her insides were back to churning uncomfortably.
They stood at the gate, and by the time the train pulled in, Laura was practically thrumming with excitement. Grace smiled. She felt some of her anxiety diminish in the face of her partner’s happiness.