by Sandy Lowe
“I want a piña colada,” she whispered before going over, unzipping their suitcases, and throwing them open with a crack against the polished wooden floor that made Tash jump. She watched Lindsey as she stripped off completely, neatly folding her England clothes and putting them away in the bottom drawer.
“Hello, can I help you?”
Tash was thrown off by the English accent on the phone and her girlfriend standing completely naked in front of her, contemplating her suitcase.
“Uh yeah, it’s room 150.”
“Yes, how can we help you?”
“Can I order two piña coladas, please?” She panicked and ordered the same thing as Lindsey.
Lindsey frowned and looked over at her, probably because she’d never seen Tash drink a cocktail throughout the entirety of their relationship. Tash shrugged, hoping she could pass it off as trying something new on holiday. Thankfully, Lindsey picked a bikini set to put on and threw a long, loose sky-blue dress on over the top. Tash found herself thinking a little clearer.
“Shall I charge that to your room?”
“Yes, please.”
“Thank you, they’ll be up with you soon.”
“Thank you.”
“Piña colada?” Lindsey asked.
“I’m feeling exotic.”
Lindsey grinned at her. “Fancy a swim after cocktails?”
“Sounds lovely. You found my suit yet?”
“I’m getting there.”
What she really meant was that she was getting through the two-thirds of the suitcase that was hers and would eventually get down to the smaller selection of clothes and the single swimsuit Tash had packed. It was plain black, but it had a little skirt frill on it, and that was enough effort for Tash.
Their cocktails arrived and Tash jumped up off the bed, much to Lindsey’s dismay.
“You can’t answer the door in your knickers!”
“It’s just like wearing a bikini. Besides, I’m pretty sure they’ve seen worse.” She grinned at the man who, as she thought, looked completely unfazed by the sight of her in her T-shirt and knickers.
“Enjoy,” he said.
“Thank you.”
She whipped them inside and shut the door, putting one down next to Lindsey’s organizational operation on the floor and taking her own outside.
“You’re gonna burn!”
Lindsey rolled the sun cream out to her on the balcony and Tash stopped it with her foot.
“Thanks, babe!”
She rolled up her T-shirt sleeves, slicked on the sun cream, and lay back on the deck chair, sipping on the cocktail and smiling to herself.
It felt good to have the warm breeze on her face and the sun on her skin, and to know that she was allowed to relax. That it wasn’t just a sign that she was at work again and that she’d have to get on with it sooner or later.
The resort seemed peaceful. She could only hear vague quiet chatter from other guests down at the pool and the sound of Lindsey diligently putting away their clothes. Her mind was quiet, still. She didn’t realize how noisy living in the city was until she went somewhere like this. Usually she was standing on a hill in the Peak District, surrounded by nothing but grass and clouds, and she hadn’t realized she would find it here, too, in this man-made resort. Maybe there was something to the spa lifestyle after all.
It was only when she let herself be truly quiet, and possibly with some help from the generous helping of rum in her piña colada, that she realized quite how much her body was crying out for her girlfriend. She tried to remember the last time they’d had sex. Real sex. Intimate. Sex that had been more than a late-night fumble and lasted more than fifteen minutes. When they’d made an effort to look nice. It wasn’t Lindsey’s fault, she was busy and tired. So was Tash. That was both people in a relationship working full-time.
She waited, sipping on her drink, soaking up the sun, till she heard the phrase she was waiting for. The sound of Lindsey pushing the suitcase under the bed with a satisfied “there!”
“Linds…” she called innocently from the balcony.
Lindsey padded out in bare feet and Tash opened her eyes. Lindsey apparently had already discovered another dress in her suitcase she’d liked better and swapped the sky blue for a dark pink.
“Mm?”
“Come here.” She stretched her arm out to her.
Lindsey’s eyes flicked around the resort and their neighboring balconies. She came and sat in Tash’s lap, apparently deciding that they weren’t overlooked, or that she didn’t really care.
Tash grinned and sucked up the last of her drink. Lindsey plucked it from her hand and set it on the tiles before she leaned down and kissed her. Tash still felt butterflies, every time. It was embarrassing, as they’d met when Tash was twenty-seven, but Lindsey was the first person she’d fallen for, felt that spark with, that she’d thought all her life people had just been exaggerating about. She never really told her, given that Lindsey had enjoyed her fair share of male and female partners before her, but it still startled her every time. The way she made her stomach flip, how glad she could feel just to have Lindsey’s bodyweight against hers as she lay on the sofa after a long day.
Lindsey coaxed open her mouth, sliding her tongue against hers. The taste of their sweet coconut cocktails mingled and Tash could smell a hint of sweat that had already built up on their bodies. She slid her hand up the back of Lindsey’s head, pulling her hair out of its ponytail so she could run her hands through it, feel it falling on her bare shoulders, tickling her neck. The definite feel of Lindsey.
Lindsey swiveled around, straddling Tash’s hips, pushing herself flush against Tash’s body. Tash swore at the arousal it sent rushing through her, taking her by surprise, the heat already making itself known between her legs. She ran her hands up the back of Lindsey’s bare thighs, delighting in being able to do so without having to contend with a heavy down quilt on top of her. She pushed Lindsey’s dress up over her hips, grabbing her arse and pulling her down harder on top of her. Lindsey moaned in her mouth, shamelessly grinding her hips against Tash’s leg, driving herself higher as her kisses became harder and more desperate. Tash encouraged her, pushing her down harder, loving nothing more than having her girlfriend moaning and squirming on top of her, just as desperate as she was.
Tash moved her hand between them, approaching her waistband with more intent than just teasing this time. She spread two fingers and slid them down either side of Lindsey’s already wet clit. Lindsey squealed as she began to move her fingers, breaking the kiss to bite down on Tash’s shoulder, pushing down against her fingers. Tash yanked down Lindsey’s bikini bottoms and went to push her fingers inside her.
Lindsey grabbed her wrist and stopped her.
“What?”
“Take me inside. Fuck me properly.”
Tash grinned and picked her up. A bonus of doing manual labor all day was that she could easily carry her girlfriend. Lindsey wrapped her legs round her waist and pulled Tash’s top over her head as she stood.
Tash laughed, trying to negotiate the way back to the bedroom with her T-shirt covering one eye, trying not to trip on the abandoned cocktail glasses or the bottle of sun cream. Lindsey managed to yank Tash’s T-shirt properly off and throw it behind them onto the balcony, laughing as Tash carried her across the room and threw her down on the bed.
Tash grabbed her bikini bottoms from where they’d been left around her thighs and pulled them off, burying her head between her girlfriend’s legs. Lindsey cried out and grabbed the back of Tash’s hair. Tash licked her hard. She hadn’t realized how much she’d desperately missed the taste of her girlfriend, the feel of her feet on shoulders, the scent of her. Tash plunged two fingers inside her, groaning at how wet she was, how Lindsey lay back on the bed, her arms flopped out to the side, giving herself to Tash completely.
She waited until Lindsey was squirming, squealing, desperately on the edge and lifted her head up, not wanting it to be over just yet. Lindsey
groaned in frustration.
Tash laughed. “I’m sorry, I’m still enjoying you, you have to wait a little longer.”
“Tease.”
“Impatient.” Tash moved over her on the bed, pulling off her dress, making short work of her tiny bikini top, finally able to explore her naked body unhindered. She ran her hands lightly up Lindsey’s stomach, over the tiniest beads of sweat gathering there. She leaned down and kissed her belly button. Lindsey groaned impatiently.
“Tashhh…” she whined.
Tash just grinned and moved up to her breasts, circling them with her fingers, taking Lindsey’s nipples in her mouth in turn, grazing them ever so slightly with her teeth. Lindsey gasped, digging her fingernails into Tash’s back.
She moved up Lindsey’s body with her teeth, nipping down on all the little places she knew she was sensitive, then dragging her teeth up her neck till she met her lips. She pecked Lindsey on the lips and Lindsey whimpered.
Tash grinned and swooped back down her, plunging her fingers inside her and sucking hard on her clit. She moved her fingers fast, hard, driving Lindsey back to the edge.
“Fuck! Fuck, Tash…I…” She cried out and spilled over Tash’s fingers, her body contorted, and she arched off the bed, digging her fingernails into the sheets. She gasped and dropped back onto the bed like a rag doll.
Tash put her hand on Lindsey’s hip and ran it up her side. “You still alive, darling?”
“You’re not quite that good.”
Tash laughed.
“Almost, though.” Lindsey grinned, her eyes dazed, lips bitten red, and her cheeks flushed. A look that Tash thought suited her incredibly well. She wasn’t sure if she’d be allowed to take a picture and put it in the holiday photo album.
Tash got on her hands and knees, crawled up the bed, and flopped down on the bed next to Lindsey. She ran her fingers down her cheek, pushing her hair away from where it was sticking to her damp forehead.
“Messed up my hair,” Lindsey muttered.
“Looks better like that.”
“I need a glass of water.” Lindsey sprang up from the bed.
Tash was treated to the glorious sight that was her girlfriend naked from behind. Lindsey opened the mini bar and took out a bottle of water, pouring it into the two glasses and bringing it back to the bed. Tash pushed herself up onto her elbow and accepted it gratefully, gulping it down in one go. It made her smile, reminding her of when they’d first got together, when they’d spend most of their “dates” in the bedroom, occasionally stumbling out to the kitchen to bring back refreshments.
“I brought you something,” Lindsey told her, going over to the chest of drawers instead of back to the bed.
“Oh?” Tash raised her eyebrow.
Lindsey reached into the bottom drawer with a grin on her face. She pulled out a long purple silicone vibrator. For a second Tash was too mortified to be alarmed.
“Did I carry that through airport security?”
“Yep.”
Tash groaned, heat suffusing her face.
“I knew that guy at the scanner was looking at me funny. Lindsey! What if it had gone off?”
“Calm down, I took the batteries out. You’re supposed to say thank you when someone buys you a present, Tasha.”
“Sorry. Thank you.” She tried to stop being embarrassed and get back into the mood of things.
Lindsey giggled and slipped the batteries back in it. “Give me your wrists.”
“Why?”
“Don’t you trust me?”
“Of course I do.” Tash sighed and let her take her wrists.
“This is your other present.” She pulled some silk ribbons out of the drawer.
Tash arched an eyebrow, again.
“You always take over. This time you have to let me play.”
Tash’s breath caught in her throat. She certainly hadn’t been expecting this. They played around a bit, sure, but she’d never let her tie her up before.
“You’ll love it.”
Tash could already feel her hairs standing on end, feel the heat rushing in between her legs. Lindsey wound the ribbons around her wrists and the poles of the bed frame, concentrating. Tash wondered how long she’d been planning this for.
She moved down her with teasingly light kisses, slowing as she reached her belly button, tracing her fingers over Tash’s thighs. Tash squirmed, already pulling on her wrists. Lindsey kissed her way back up her legs. Tash groaned impatiently.
“Shh. Relax. Enjoy.”
She pushed Tash’s legs apart and placed a light kiss between her legs. Tash clenched and unclenched her toes, trying not to start begging or something equally embarrassing. She gasped at Lindsey’s wet tongue moving slowly, teasing circles around her clit before sucking lightly.
“Ah!” Tash gasped.
The more she did it, the more Tash relaxed into the bed, the stress in her body dissolving, any misgivings she had disappearing. Maybe she could enjoy slow. She moaned as Lindsey pushed two fingers inside her, slow, but purposeful. Tash pulled harder on the ribbons. She tensed as she heard Lindsey reaching for the vibrator.
“Relax.”
She turned it to a low hum and pushed it inside her an inch at a time, still circling her tongue round her clit.
“Oh, fuck…”
“See.”
Tash was going to tell her she probably shouldn’t be so petulant during sex when she pushed it in another inch.
“Fuck!”
“Language.” Lindsey slapped her thigh and Tash’s whole body jerked. Lindsey laughed. “You kinky bitch.”
“Oh…oh…turn it up…”
“Sure? You want it on its highest?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Tash panted, pushing her hips against the toy.
Lindsey played with the settings and found the higher setting.
“Ohhhh…Linds, fuck, ah…”
Lindsey giggled. Tash opened her eyes and found Lindsey grinning at her, clearly enjoying herself. She groaned as Lindsey began to move it, sliding it in and out slowly, still licking her clit, reducing Tash to whimpers and curses.
“Oh, oh that’s good…I like my present…”
“Good. But I lied to you.”
“Huh?” Tash was too high to process what she was saying.
“That’s not the highest setting.”
She turned it up and Tash cried out, bucking her hips against it, scratching her nails against the ribbons.
Lindsey held down Tash’s hips, fucking her harder with the vibrator.
“Yes…oh fuck!” Tash cried out as she came suddenly, taking herself by surprise. Her orgasm shook through her, endless tremors of pleasure, until it finally subsided. She opened her eyes and blinked at the bright sunshine outside. She’d completely forgotten where she was.
“Are you still alive?” Lindsey asked her sarcastically.
“I’m not actually sure.” Tash was still trying to catch her breath. She hadn’t been expecting that at all. She considered herself pleasantly surprised.
“Water?”
“Yes.”
“Would you like it on your face? You look a little faint.”
“Don’t start another water fight.” Tash laughed and took the glass Lindsey handed to her after she’d untied her wrists.
“That was amazing.”
“Seriously. I needed that. We need to have sex more at home.”
“We could buy a sun lounger, turn up the heating, and pretend we’re on holiday?”
Lindsey laughed at the ridiculous idea.
“I feel bad, I didn’t get you a present,” Tash said as she realized her faux pas.
“You can make it up to me later.” Lindsey winked at her.
“I’d be happy to.”
“Did you want to go for that swim?” Lindsey asked.
“I think I might need a shower first.”
Lindsey nodded and went to investigate the bathroom. “Hey, Tash…” she called with mischief in her voice.
&nb
sp; “What?”
“It has water jets.” She giggled.
“Maybe the swim can wait a little longer.”
About the Editors
Sandy Lowe published short stories and novellas, and has edited anthologies including the Foreword INDIE Award–winning Girls on Campus. She has a master’s degree in publishing from the University of Sydney, Australia, and is Senior Editor at Bold Strokes Books.
Victoria Villaseñor is co-director of Global Wordsmiths in the UK, is a long-time editor, and has also published a number of short stories and novels under the name Brey Willows. She has an MA in English composition and loves to travel as often as possible.
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