Girl Crush

by R. Gay

  Katia kisses hard, but her lips are soft and she tucks Evie’s hair behind her ear before pulling away to smile at her. Evie has Katia’s tits pressed up against her tits, Katia’s legs tangled in her legs, Katia’s fingers entwined with her fingers. All she can think to do is return the smile. Katia seems to take this as consent. She lifts Evie’s hair in her hands, piling it up and pressing her palms against the heat of Evie’s neck, before kissing her again.

  Katia has two heartbeats, one in her chest and one between her legs, and she’s pressed up so close to Evie that she must be able to feel both. Evie’s skin smells sweet and metallic: fresh perspiration and sugary lip-gloss and boys. Evie’s body feels unfamiliar pressed against her own, with bumps where boys don’t have them and an absence where they usually do. Katia wonders how she is supposed to know if Evie wants to fuck—she’s used to the reassurance of a hard cock against her hip. She stops for a moment, unsure, and Evie wriggles against her, pressing her pelvic bone against Katia’s, and then she knows for sure that Evie wants to fuck.

  Evie loves having her nipples sucked, and judging from the way Katia immediately takes them into her mouth, she seems aware of the fact. She sucks hard, and Evie’s thong is already sliding up into her slickening cunt, the fabric uncomfortable against her swollen clit. Evie’s skirt is up around her hips, her bikini top shoved to the side, and she pushes her thong down with one hand and guides Katia’s fingers into her with the other.

  Katia slides two fingers in, curling them round so the pads press against that little patch of ridged skin, the web between finger and thumb pressing against Evie’s clit. Evie can’t make words so she just rolls her eyes up to the fading sky and rides Katia’s fingers, feeling her wetness pool in Katia’s palm. Katia presses her up against the gritty brick wall, fucking her harder, and then Evie feels it, the crest of the wave, the tip of the mountain, and the feeling throbs from her clit to her throat and back down again to settle low in her belly. She can feel her cunt spasming around Katia’s fingers, and before the feeling fades she drops to her knees and pulls Katia’s thong to the side.

  Katia’s cunt tastes like wet dirt and salt, and it doesn’t matter that Evie doesn’t know what she’s supposed to do because as soon as she finds that little knot of flesh she hooks on to it, sucking it into her mouth, and Katia is grabbing the back of her head and grinding against her chin and she can feel Katia’s cunt spasming against her tongue. The girls stagger to their feet, eyes blurred and knees unsteady. They rearrange their clothes without looking, awkward around each other’s nakedness, and walk away from the garage.

  As they reach the bottom of the hill, the first drops of a summer storm land on their shoulders. It’s cool against their heat-swollen skin, slicking their hair against their heads; droplets slide down their backs. They raise their faces to the sky. The crackle of heat fades and the smell of earth rises up around them. By the time they get back to their men, the rain has washed them clean.

  THE BEST KIND OF REVENGE

  Geneva King

  Jana’s apartment complex was too well constructed.

  It was late Thursday and the only work request had come from Mrs. Jenkins. The old girl had to be pushing ninety and Jana had no interest in exploring her drawers.

  Instead, she’d been put to work cleaning gutters and sweeping the walkways, watching the tenants as they went about their lives.

  4D: White lacy panties with matching bras. Box of condoms in the nightstand beside the bed. Never went anywhere without her husband and didn’t speak unless someone specifically asked her a question.

  3F: Dressed in plain suits with ugly black flats. Jana had been pleasantly surprised by her collection of colorful thongs.

  1B lived alone. Didn’t speak much but kept a small dildo nestled underneath her pillow. Its velvety head felt realistic. She loved the way it felt as she squeezed her hand around it, imagining her fingers were 1B’s pelvic muscles as she approached climax. Even the sharp latex hadn’t been able to mask 1B’s scent. She’d run her tongue over the toy trying to get a taste of the mysterious woman.

  Jana wasn’t a pervert. She loved women, loved women’s things, loved discovering her tenants’ secrets. It gave her a rush to learn something about each of them. So far, she’d gotten away with it. Most people never paid much attention to the help. She was almost invisible.

  The process was simple. When she’d get a call, she’d help herself to a peek in their bedrooms. It had become her private little game, trying to guess what the tenants wore under their clothes, who was kinky, who wasn’t.

  Jana jabbed the ground viciously. It’d been over a week with no broken dishwashers or blown lights. The drains didn’t even have the decency to clog.

  She perked up when the tenant in 2C walked past her to the front office.

  “They’re out to lunch,” Jana called. “Can I help you with something?”

  2C pursed her lips, annoyance flashing across her pretty features. “I need to pay rent. I don’t think I’ll be back until late.”

  “I’ll take it for you.” Jana dropped the broom and led her inside. “If you give me a second, I’ll write you a receipt.”

  “Thanks.” 2C sat on the couch.

  Jana bent over the counter, taking care not to be too obvious as she studied the tenant. Her light pink toenails were encased in expensive-looking strappy heels. 2C shifted in her seat, revealing the top of her thigh-high stockings, held in place by the strap of a garter belt.

  Jana clenched her legs tight as a familiar lust coursed through her body. She prayed she wouldn’t embarrass herself.

  “Is everything all right with the apartment?” She tore the receipt carefully, trying to prolong the visit. Maybe she’d get lucky and 2C’s skirt would fly up.

  2C nodded briskly. “Everything is fine.” She paused. “Except for one thing. I think the smoke detector needs a new battery. Is that my job or…”

  Jackpot. Jana directed a prayer toward heaven as she started a work ticket. “I’ll be glad to take care of that for you.”

  2C smiled for the first time. “Thanks. That beeping sound was driving me insane.” With a look at her watch, she took the rent receipt from Jana and left the office.

  Jana waited until 2C drove off the property before going up to the apartment. Her fingers trembled even as she tried to control herself. The last thing she needed was to be busted on suspicion of theft. After several attempts, she managed to get the key in the lock and stepped inside.

  2C was still in the midst of unpacking. Boxes lined the living room walls. Jana took a cursory peek in one: office supplies. Boring.

  The bedroom was much neater. Jana sidled inside and prepared to go to work.

  Most women stored their underwear in the top dresser drawer. Bingo. Last year’s Victoria’s Secret collection spilled into her hands. She picked up one, bright red, and buried her face in the fabric. They smelled nice, like springtime rain, but that wasn’t the fragrance she was after.

  Rule number one: leave everything exactly as you found it. She fixed the drawers before moving on to find the laundry hamper. Jana dug around until she found a black pair of underwear. 2C’s pungent scent filled her nose; her own panties grew damp as her body stirred with hunger. With an effort, she pulled herself together. This was not the time or place for release.

  Last on the list was the nightstand. Nothing. Her gaze fell on a small trunk sticking out from under the bed. Jana tried to open it. Locked. She eyed the latch, imagining what treasures were hidden inside. She had to have some kind of tool that would fit.

  BEEP!

  Jana dropped the chest and shot off the bed, afraid 2C had come home early.

  Then she recognized the sound of the smoke alarm. In her excitement, she’d almost forgotten about it. Rule number two: don’t leave without getting the job done. She glanced back at the trunk but was too shaken to investigate further. She pushed it back under the bed and took a last reluctant sniff of the panties before returning them
to the hamper.

  That night, Jana stayed in her apartment and pulled out her prized video collection, eager to relive her trip to 2C.

  Just as the bored housewife stripped for the well-muscled mail woman, her cell phone rang. She looked at the screen and sighed, irritated. Marge always interrupted at the wrong moment.

  Her boss’s sleepy voice filled the phone. “Jana, can you go to 2C? She’s got some kind of emergency leak. Just do what you can for tonight.”

  “Sure.” Jana climbed out of bed and pulled on her jeans. Her trips were never any fun when the tenant was actually there, but maybe she’d find some clues about where to search next time.

  2C opened the door in a see-through nightgown. Jana momentarily lost her ability to speak at the sight of the large nipples caressing the fabric.

  She swallowed. “Marge said you’ve got a leak?” Even as she asked, a seed of doubt unfurled in her mind. 2C looked too put together and, above all, too dry to have been fighting a leak.

  Before she could move, 2C pulled her into the apartment. “Yes, follow me. It’s in my bathroom.”

  Jana was following her down the hall, not even bothering to keep her eyes off the rounded hips swaying in front of her, when suddenly someone grabbed her arm and pulled her aside.

  Jana cried out; a strange hand instantly covered her mouth. The room was too dark to make out her attacker—or attackers. She felt more than two hands grabbing her. She struggled but they quickly overpowered and pinned her to the floor.

  Her eyes flooded with light. She blinked. Her captors stood, staring at her, grim expressions on their faces. The ladies from 4D, 3F and 1B were all similarly clad in lingerie. Jana’s stomach dropped. When she dreamed of this, there were smiles. This looked like something out of a Stephen King movie.

  Still, she feigned innocence. “What’s going on? Where’s the flood?”

  2C reappeared, holding the box. “I see you found my little trunk.”

  Jana shook her head, but 2C silenced her with a look. “Don’t lie to me, Jana. I know you tried to open it.”

  “Just like you opened our drawers,” 4D added.

  “We have to admit, you were good. You were very careful.”

  “We almost didn’t realize it, but when she mentioned the trunk, we put two and two together.”

  Tears welled in Jana’s eyes, almost constricting her throat. “Are you going to report me?”

  The women looked at one another. Finally, 3F spoke. “We were, but then we realized it wouldn’t solve anything.”

  “It’s not like you stole from us.” 4D shot Jana a steely glare. “You didn’t, did you?”

  “No, never!”

  It had never been about taking things, even when the desire for a keepsake was strong. Jana shrank under their gazes. It occurred to her that of all the women, 4D’s presence was the most surprising. Jana had never seen her without her husband and she didn’t seem like the forceful type.

  “We didn’t think so. However, we can’t allow you to go unpunished.”

  Their eyes became more wolflike as they crowded around her, until all she could see was the lace of their outfits. And legs. Long, smooth, curvy legs. Jana sighed, momentarily forgetting her precarious situation.

  “You’re gonna have your way with me?” She tried not to sound too hopeful.

  “Don’t get cute,” 1B snapped. She turned to 2C. “Tell her what she’s won.”

  2C snapped open her trunk and withdrew a wooden hairbrush. “For your crimes, Jana, you will receive a sound thrashing.” She smacked the brush against her palm.

  “Bare-assed.”

  “Definitely.”

  The terror of losing her job turned into fear of her impending sentence. And still deep down, the thought of these four formerly docile women dominating her seemed more exciting than threatening.

  Jana nodded slowly. “As you wish.”

  They released her. “Stand up. Strip.”

  Jana did as ordered, hesitantly handing her jeans and T-shirt to 1B. 3F placed a chair in the middle of the room and sat. “Over my knee.”

  For the first time she noticed the other chairs in the room. The others pulled them out in a semicircle around 3F. They sat, legs crossed, and watched her expectantly. Jana hesitantly draped her body over 3F’s legs and squeezed her eyes shut.

  “The brush,” 2C said pleasantly. Too pleasantly.

  “Thank you, dear.” 3F sounded as if she were taking biscuits from the queen, not preparing to paddle Jana’s hide until it was raw.

  Bristles ran over Jana’s backside. Her body tensed in both anticipation and anxiety over what she felt certain was going to be a rough paddling.

  She was right. The hard back of the brush hit her flesh and she cried out.

  “Not a peep from you or you’ll get more.”

  3F grunted from the exertion but never paused. There was no rhythm, no cadence that Jana could discern, no way to anticipate the next one. Jana clenched her fists, trying to keep her mind off the pain radiating across her ass. It didn’t work; the sensation intensified until her ass screamed for relief.

  2C paused. “Good job, there you go.” With a jolt, Jana realized the voice came from behind her, the cool assessing eyes probably fixed on her exposed cheeks. “Who’s next?”

  “Me! I’ll go.” 4D jumped up and ran her fingers in circles over Jana’s flesh.

  It hurt like hell, but she wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of knowing that. She remained draped over 3F’s lap, ass completely exposed to the ravenous women watching her.

  “Her skin’s so red.”

  “That’s how you know she’s learning a lesson.” 2C sounded amused, like she was talking to a curious child. “Feel between her legs. See how much she’s enjoying this.”

  “Bitch,” Jana thought viciously, as 4D’s fingers probed her pussy lips for proof of her body’s betrayal.

  4D sucked in a deep breath. “Ooh, you’re right.” Jana could only imagine 4D’s wonderment at seeing another woman. She’d probably never seen herself up close and personal. She fondled Jana deep inside with one finger, then another, until Jana squirmed with the effort of keeping silent, this time quelling moans of pleasure.

  Abruptly, the other woman stopped. “I’m ready.”

  Jana mourned the loss as the brush changed hands. She hoped 4D would be merciful.

  No such luck. 4D seemed determined to beat every bit of wetness out of Jana with her erratic strokes. Where 3F concentrated on one spot, 4D left no patch of skin unpaddled. Jana covered her mouth, but a groan escaped from her lips. She froze, hoping they hadn’t heard it.

  “Stop.” 2C’s calves appeared in front of her. “Didn’t we tell you to keep silent?”

  “Yes,” Jana mumbled.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” she said through clenched teeth.

  She heard muffled whispers behind her and knew they were planning her punishment. More spankings? She was already supposed to get more of those—unless 2C had something worse than a hairbrush in her trunk.

  That damn trunk. That’s what had gotten her in this situation in the first place.

  I need to masturbate, she thought, shamefully. Jana’s ass was on fire, but now her clit was heavy with need, thanks to 4D’s explorations; the need to feel those fingers back inside her, thrusting her into orgasm.

  She knew better than to ask for release.

  Someone hauled her roughly off 3F’s lap. 2C’s smiling face came into view. She pointed to 1B. “She doesn’t want to spank you; she thinks you’ve had enough.”

  Jana looked between the women, unsure of what to do.

  2C frowned. “You should thank her.”

  “Thank…you,” Jana managed. Was this it? Was she being released? It was a relief to her throbbing behind, but yet, she felt cheated.

  2C continued. “We were thinking. We’re doing all this work turning you on. You are turned on, aren’t you?”

  Jana opened her mouth, ready t
o disagree, but the words didn’t come. They all knew it would be a lie. “Yes,” she said, finally.

  “Like we thought. Then we said, this isn’t fair. She should be turning us on.” Her voice hardened. “Get on your knees and don’t move until she’s come.”

  “I hope you’re good with your mouth,” 3F said, smirking.

  Jana’s ass ached as she knelt on the ground. 1B spread her legs, underwear removed, pussy ready and waiting for Jana’s mouth.

  “Any day now.” 2C pushed Jana’s head into 1B’s cunt.

  So much for finesse, Jana thought as she went to work drawing her tongue along 1B’s fat pussy lips. The woman moaned and bucked, pushing her pelvis deeper into Jana’s face. She wrapped her lips around the engorged clit as 1B’s juices dripped from her body.

  “Oh, Jana.” 1B clutched Jana’s head to her body until she could barely breathe, but now, surrounded by 1B’s scents and grunts, it wasn’t important. Her attention was focused on pleasuring this woman the way she’d fantasized.

  The others worked her exposed body, but now their fingers were a welcome intrusion: in her pussy, around her lips, up her slit and into her…anus?

  She jerked up, but 1B forced her head back down. “No!”

  Something cool slid down her crack as 2C spoke. “Don’t move. Don’t stop. Just keep going.”

  “But, wait!” Jana protested as the foreign object twisted inside her. She’d never explored anal play and, besides, weren’t you supposed to prepare first?

  “Honestly, such fuss over a little butt plug.” 2C pressed the toy until it reached the hilt. “I don’t hear an orgasm.”

  “Almost. There.” 1B gasped. Angrily, Jana went back to work, working 1B’s clit until she felt 1B’s legs clench and stiffen around her.

  Jana extricated herself and looked down at the woman splayed beneath her. She admired her handiwork. Now that she’d had a moment to adjust, the plug didn’t feel so…intrusive.