Steamy Dorm

by Kristine Robinson

  Stephanie tried to cry out as the first pulses of ecstasy moved through her. It was a great thing to be able to know that a woman was making her feel this way, and even better to know that the woman was the same one who was attached to the head Stephanie was pressing on the back of, humping forward into; the same woman who controlled the tongue caressing and licking the clitoris between her thighs.

  Stephanie didn't want to be a bad lover, though, so he grabbed a hold of the woman she was looking by the her ass, pulling the folds further onto her tongue. The woman going down on Stephanie sucked on her clitoris, pulling on it with their lips like a nipple. Stephanie loved it so much, and let both women know by moving her hips back and forth quickly, grinding into the tongue that stimulated her.

  When she came, it was like a tidal force pulling at her mind and body together, as if they'd morphed into something so bound tight there was no way to separate them. Stephanie was so glad to be swept away, as if by the tide ripping out to the middle of the ocean. She was swimmer lost in her own pool, a diver of the deep recesses of womanhood and all of the things that women could do for each other. The way that she felt so exalted, so liberated—it was something she didn't ever want to do without. She felt like the entire world spun on an axis that centered on the way her mind was spinning now.

  Finally, after holding out as long as she could, Stephanie pulled her head away from the sex in front of her, her lips smacking and her throat moaning vulgarly.

  “Fuck,” Stephanie said. “Holy fucking shit. You have to be kidding me.”

  It was the first of many times climaxing for Stephanie. Only after the second orgasm did she start paying more attention to who was doing the pleasuring, and who she was stimulating. That was one of the things about the entire process Stephanie learned, to let go. After they'd all tongued each other into blissful states, they took turns grinding against one another. They're sexual revival took several hours, and by the end everyone couldn't believe how good they felt.

  One thing that Stephanie continued to touch on in her mind as the women continued to touch on her, was how great the entire experience was. There wasn't anything about it that made her regret what they were doing, even though it was probably a good deal more messy than she was realized at the moment. That was just the hard reality of what was going on, and even though Stephanie wasn't one to wax political, she now felt as if she was politically charged. There was so much that she wanted to do for her fellow women, so much she wanted to tell them, things she wanted to bring them. Places she wanted to take them. It was as if her entire life she'd been waiting for someone to come along and set her on fire in such a way that was unable to be doused.

  Stephanie couldn't help but start believing in something even before they'd finished bringing each other to God. There was just something about it, Stephanie kept telling herself, something so wholesome. As if it was a return to the start, a clean slate, something to be admired and appreciated. Especially because there was no reason for them not to love it, no reason yet, anyway. Stephanie tried not to think about all of the real life stuff swirling on the edge of her thoughts as she pleased in ways she could only imagine.

  But, when everything had played out, Cronkite was in a chipper mood. And Stephanie appreciated that. It would have been a moment easily soured by someone trying to be too serious when really they should have been more playful.

  “Now, I don't want either of you girls to turn into strangers just because we did the dirty,” Cronkite said. “And I want both of you two to know that you were stunning tonight—beyond gorgeous. I loved every second of being around you two. It's amazing that either of you even associate with me.”

  “I'm glad that you're in my life,” Stephanie said. “I've always had the biggest crush on you, but now, laying naked beside you in bed, it's almost like the dream wasn't better than reality. It's crazy how much one can build up anticipation in their heads, and also pretty crazy how much that anticipation can be warranted sometimes.”

  All of them decided to watch a little bit of television on the big screen in the hot tub room. None of them wore clothes. Now it was all free love and sex, well, sort of. There was obviously a time and a place, no matter how much they did things out in the open. One of Cronkite butlers came out with drinks and everyone helped themselves. It was a nice night out, and the horizon lit up with a million glowing stars.

  “What's it like to suddenly be so wealthy? I don't mean to be rude or awkward, I've just noticed that you have a butler now, for instance,” Stephanie said. “But also, things like the hot tub room in general. I think it would be weirder not to ask about it, honestly.”

  Cronkite took a long drink before she answered.

  “It's hard to describe really, because I'm in a liminal state when it comes to finances. I had an advance come in today, before the show, and now I have even more money streaming in. I don't have anyone handling my affairs but myself, though—I don't want to give the impression that I've given agency over to someone else. There is so much I need to do! But yes, the hot tub room was actually a pretty easy upgrade to my house. It wasn't what you would think. That's kind of the new thing that people are doing, where as before—like, say, in the seventies—people created those little greenhouses that attached to their homes.”

  “I totally get what you're saying,” Lexie said. “And you don't see many of the small greenhouses anymore, but it was a really good idea, in theory. But not really for a serious plant grower, more for someone who wants to enjoy the sun in winter, or something like that.”

  “Ah, I see,” Stephanie said. “It's more of a luxury that's trendy and somewhat affordable than, say, something that is just ridiculous like a yacht.”

  “You're absolutely right,” Cronkite said. “That had a lot to do with it. That and I really like hot tubs.”

  Stephanie drifted over to Cronkite and put her arms around her, caressing her mot intimate parts. It wasn't long before she was joined by Lexie. All three of them sat down next to each other in the hot tub and set it to the highest setting.

  All three women loved touching each other. It was all about mutual contact, mutual attention, and mutual pleasure. The relationship was organic, nothing about it was contrived or forced. That was because they were a real threesome—not a one night stand or some weird scene in a pornographic movie. They were an actual thing, something that wasn't just for show. They were a long term, three person unit.

  As they moved their tongues in and out of each others' mouths, and as their arms became intertwined and their hands got lost in the mass of bodies moving and undulating against each other, Stephanie realized how happy she was. Sure, she was in a relationship that really pushed the bounds of what most people considered classy, by any stretch of the imagination. But she didn't do things for other people, she did them for herself. And that's the way the world worked. So is someone was going to take offense to the fact that she was with two other women, then fuck them. They obviously needed to get the fuck out of her life.

  The rest of the night moved smoothly to Cronkite preparing for another recital. She'd called the university and been on the phone with them all day about her new success. Just now, she was wrapping up a phone call.

  “Yes, I know, isn't it wonderful! I mean, really,” Cronkite said. “I couldn't have asked for a better stroke of luck. That one critic who is in charge of the opinion section of the New York Times just happened to be there and see my performance. He said that he loved it and can't wait to get more. It really is something else when it's the Goddamn New York Times, you know what I mean?”

  Her work knew what she meant, or at least pretended to have some idea of what she meant. It wasn't like she really had to make that much sense, most of it was intuitive.

  When Cronkite was gone to the next thing, Stephanie spoke to Lexie.

  “I'm really happy,” Stephanie said. “Because if you aren't it's fine and we can figure something else out as far as life goes. We don't need to pretend to like an a
rrangement that suited us for a day was meant to last forever.”

  “No, I'm still very much down,” Lexie said. “But I do appreciate you checking in. There really isn't much going on in my head except that we need to stick together and try to support each other. I think it's good that Cronkite does her own thing when it comes to music, because so much of that is just hers, so I guess I'm more talking about other stuff. I don't know.”

  Stephanie hated it when she felt like she couldn't articulate something.

  “I know exactly how you feel,” Lexie said. “And you know what, I don't mind feeling it. It's normal to feel a little 'guilty' about the entire thing.”

  Stephanie laughed.

  “Isn't it strange how people expect us to feel badly that we found love and happiness? It's crazy for me to think about, anyway. There seemed to be an awful lot of people in the world who seemed to have no problem with it.

  As time went on the three became closer and closer until they were nearly inseparable. It was an amazing thing, really, and something that each of them marveled at in turn. As the days past they intertwined further and further, as if trees, until eventually there was no way to tell one from the other at all.

  The Detective

  ~ Bonus Story ~

  A Thriller & Suspense Lesbian Romance

  The perfect woman.

  Riley Daniels had never believed such a thing existed until she saw the picture of Jordan Brady up on the big screen in the conference room staring back at her that day. She was perfect, exquisite in every possible way.

  But she was missing.

  Riley Daniels has just been promoted to detective and is anxious to prove her stripes, already eyeing for an even higher position and desperate to prove to everyone that being the youngest female detective in the unit was no accident—she had earned it all.

  When she takes on this unsolved case she is not sure what she will find or where it will lead her, but she thinks she is ready for anything.

  But what she could never have bargained for was finding this missing girl and falling head over heels in love with the most amazing woman she’d ever met.

  And she never could have predicted that it would take her on the adventure of a lifetime.

  And she never could have predicted that it might get her killed…

  CHAPTER 1

  “Ok, people. Here is the next case.”

  Captain Fields booming voice filled the conference room echoing off the walls and giving Riley Daniels a bit of a headache. She thought she should have been used to it by now after a year on the force, the last two months as a detective, but some things you could never get used to it seemed. The man seemed to have an impossible struggle with controlling the volume of his voice so that it always sounded like he was shouting at you; it had taken her three months of being on the force to realize he was just a loud talker and that he was not constantly ticked off about something. He was only ticked off about seventy-five percent of the time.

  “Jordan Brady. She was an eighteen year old female who went missing after a barn fire at her parent’s farm six years ago. There were no remains found anywhere on the property and her whereabouts are still unknown. No one has been seriously suspected or apprehended in relation to this crime. It went cold quickly and after all this time it is colder than the darkest region of Pluto.”

  Riley immediately held up her hand. “I want that one,” she said with total conviction.

  She had only been through a few of these cold case audits, where the department opened up cold cases when current casework slowed down enough that they could actually focus on these a bit better. The Captain went through the cases routinely and asked people who wanted to deal with them.

  Riley was a new detective and she was really out to try to prove that she deserved the job. So many in the Oklahoma PD looked down on her for rising through the ranks so quickly, but she chalked it all up to her never ending determination and the fact that she had great instincts. She typically wasn’t one to toot her own horn, but she knew that being a detective was in her blood. It was all she had ever thought about being and it was all she desired to be; she had worked her soul out to get where she was and now was a great chance for her to prove it.

  Not to mention the photograph of the missing girl, Jordan Brady, was so hot. The picture they had of her was from about three months before she disappeared where she was letting one of her horses eat out of her hand. The girl was tall and slender, with some great curves, a tight tush, and beautiful long flowing auburn hair. She also had the most beautiful smile that Riley had ever seen. It was like a beacon calling out to her to be set free with a sweet kiss; Riley would have loved to have been that kisser.

  Riley felt a blush coming on as she stared at it; she was not sure how to deal with this, but as she stared at the photo of this woman she realized that she lusted after her, sexually. Riley had never been much of a dater, despite being beautiful in her own right and having a lot of would-be suitors; she had just never been that interested in dating. She wasn’t sure why, but she’d always preferred other things.

  Sitting there looking at that photo of this gorgeous woman was a new feeling for her; she realized that she lusted after Jordan. She wanted to… be… with her. What did that mean?

  “Wow, that was fast; I didn’t even have to hand out bribes for pizza and ice cream,” Fields said. He almost smiled when he said it but it still sounded like a military officer barking orders during basic training drills. Fields had been a military officer for a number of years before joining the police force; it might have been at this time that shouting became permanently entrenched in his throat to the point that he could do nothing else.

  No one laughed at his joke; they didn’t know that they were supposed to.

  “Ok, then. You can have this one,” Captain Fields said.

  Riley almost jumped up and cheered for herself, but somehow she was able to remain cool and calm about it all.

  As she left the large conference room about a half hour later she practically ran to her office to get started on the case research. She closed the door behind her and settled into research mode. Jordan had disappeared into thin air and no one in her family had heard from her since then. According to the research that Riley spent the afternoon doing Jordan had no obvious reason for running away. Her family said she was in a freshman in college, still lived at home, had excellent grades, was involved in a few social clubs on campus, didn’t have any significant others at the time, but was very happy. It just did not make sense why she would just up and disappear into thin air like she turned into some sort of a ghost.

  There had to be something that everyone was missing; every case had a clue that was staring you in the face the entire time after you knew what it was. It always ended up making you feel stupid for not seeing it more quickly.

  After going through all of the old evidence and still drawing a blank, Riley decided to do a reverse photo search in the database to see if any matches pulled up. Nothing did. Then she ran a search in google to see if she might find any hits on social media. There were none. It seemed that Riley had even taken down all of her old accounts, which was not something that dead people did. So unless someone killed her and did this to further erase this person from existence, odds were that Riley was alive somewhere.

  It had been six years… so she would be twenty-four now. She might look a bit different then the picture that they had.

  Riley went to their forensics division and talked with Cody Kell, their forensic photographer. He used some updated software to make a digital copy of the photo and alter it so that it would add six years to Jordan’s appearance. She became even more beautiful and Riley had trouble keeping her heart from melting every time she looked at it. She practically fell in love with the photo every two seconds; if she wasn’t able to get that under control then it was going to be a harder case then she thought.

  “Let’s run the updated picture through PAV and we will see if it matches,” Cody
said.

  After a few minutes it reported no matches.

  “Ugh…” Riley groaned.

  “We still have one other thing we can try,” Cody said. “Have you heard of the DET?”

  “Not right off hand,” Riley said.

  “It’s awesome. Basically it runs the picture and cross references it to see if it matches any known video online or in our databases. It saves time when analyzing surveillance equipment.”

  “Wow, that sounds interesting.”

  Riley watched as Cody pulled up the new software and ran the scanned and updated photo through it.

  “Yeah, we just got this software about two weeks ago; it’s blowing doors wide open. It’s pretty major.”

  Riley had the impression that Cody was trying to impress her with his smart techno geek talk; it wasn’t working.

  A few minutes later they had a match.

  “Bingo!” Cody said.

  “What? You have one?” Riley asked. She could not believe it.

  “Yep, looks like there is a match on a convenience store and a department store security footage in Miami, Florida. Wow, that’s a ways from Oklahoma.”

  “This is fantastic! Thanks, Cody.”

  Before Cody could even say “You’re welcome” she was running back up the stairs. She had to talk to the Captain ASAP.

  She had to get to Miami.

  “You want to go where?” The Captain asked after she told him the news.

  “I have to go to Miami; this girl is there.”

  “Well, it’s fantastic that we found this girl, but Miami is a bit out of our jurisdiction in Oklahoma City.”