I wanted to say “I love you” but the words seemed like oversized dress-up clothes…sloppy and unreal, used too many times for meaningless bullshit. I love her but I wish I didn’t have to use that word. What we have is more pure than that. “Love” has been used and abused and misused too many times. “I love you” is lip service. I need to create a new word just for us. A word made out of salt meat and peach fuzz, of sweat and saliva. A word made from the crystallized feelings I have for her, shining like the sun with a million rainbows. A word no one else in any language ever can pronounce…A word just for us. Our word, our world.
Love-drunk.
Overdue
Kim Baldwin
The clock on the wall of the Meriwether Community Library refused to budge. Emily Fairfield stared at it the way she had the ones in grade school when it was nearly time for recess. She felt now, as she had then, impatient to have her fun.
And sex with Lindsey Carter certainly was fun. More than fun. It had become almost an obsession. Emily still couldn’t quite believe it. The best sex of her life—by a long shot, she would add—had happened to her at age forty-two. And with a woman! Who’d have thought?
Emily had been all raging hormones and full-speed-ahead libido in the six months she’d been seeing the TV reporter, and thank goodness the feeling was mutual.
One or the other made the hour-long trip between their homes every day or two. They always ended up in bed. Sometimes they started there. Lindsey had been celibate a long time too. They couldn’t get enough of each other.
But then Lindsey had been sent downstate for a week to shoot a series of reports on small-town harvest festivals, and they’d been reduced to nightly telephone conversations.
Their talks inevitably included vivid descriptions of what they were going to do to each other when they were reunited, the promises getting hotter and more explicit as each day passed.
Emily was simmering on a low boil.
She’d had to fight not to touch herself the night before, while Lindsey described in a seductive purr some of the body parts she planned to explore with her tongue and mouth and hands. And then, just before they hung up, Lindsey had teased her with the promise of a nice surprise when she got back to town.
Emily was never disappointed when Lindsey came over with nice surprises. The last one had been chocolate body paint.
In her rooms above the library, Emily had set the stage for the perfect reunion. The dining-room table was festooned with her best china and candles, and she’d sprung for some incredibly soft new sheets for her queen-sized bed. Dinner would be takeout from the Slice of Heaven café down the street, because Emily knew that neither of them would want to take time for cooking.
Now she just had to wait. But waiting was impossible. She tried to busy herself putting books away and straightening shelves. But it seemed as though every title that passed through her hands only served to further fuel her imagination. Between Lovers, The Touch of Fire, Simply Sensual, If You Come Softly, Kiss the Girls.
Emily’s heartbeat picked up as soon as she heard the familiar roar coming up Main Street. It doubled when the sound abruptly died in front of the library. She’s early! She went to the front window.
Damn, woman, you look fine, Emily thought as Lindsey got off her Shadow and took off her sunglasses and helmet.
Lindsey Carter had on black leather pants, which hugged her tight ass and long legs like a second skin. Her motorcycle jacket was open, and Emily could see the reporter’s firm round breasts strain against the plain white T-shirt beneath.
Lindsey ran her hand through her dark hair and glanced up toward the library. She smiled and waved when she spotted Emily.
Emily waved back. She glanced at the clock on the wall. Three p.m. The library didn’t close until six. Oh Jesus, I’ll never make it another three hours.
Emily took a quick run up and down the aisles as Lindsey mounted the front steps, to make certain they were alone. At least it’s usually real slow this time of day.
She was returning from the back stacks when the buzzer on the front door sounded. “Coming!” she hollered as she rounded the corner of the biographies rack.
Lindsey nearly ran into her coming from the other way. The reporter’s eyes were dark, the pupils huge. She looked ready to devour Emily. “Are we alone?” she breathed in a husky whisper that sent chills over Emily’s oversensitive skin.
Emily nodded.
They looked at each other only a millisecond before Lindsey leaned down to claim Emily’s lips in a hungry kiss that turned up the librarian’s burners from simmer to boiling in a flash.
“I don’t think you’re quite coming yet, Emily,” Lindsey whispered in her ear. “But I want to remedy that real soon.”
Lindsey took her by the arm without further ado and led Emily unresisting toward the very rear of the library, into a small alcove that housed the archived periodicals.
There was an oversized easy chair there, and Lindsey pushed Emily down into it.
That was fine with Emily, who was beginning to feel a little weak in the knees.
Lindsey stood before her in her tight black leather, and for the first time, Emily spotted the prominent bulge at Lindsey’s crotch.
“Oh my,” Emily sighed aloud, staring. She could feel a pool of moisture building between her legs. Her mouth went dry.
“So you’ve noticed my new toy.” Lindsey brought one hand down and brushed it lightly over the bulge. “Let’s just say its clever design, especially when combined with the vibrations from the bike, have made me incredibly horny.”
Emily swallowed hard as Lindsey leaned down over her, one hand on each of the chair’s ample armrests, until their faces were inches apart.
“I need you, Emily, and I can’t wait. Can you?”
In answer, Emily reached up and put one hand around Lindsey’s neck to pull her close. She nipped at Lindsey’s lower lip before opening her mouth and enticing Lindsey’s tongue with her own. When Lindsey eagerly complied, thrusting her tongue into Emily’s mouth, Emily sucked hard on it as she brought one hand up to brush against the bulge in Lindsey’s pants.
Lindsey moaned.
Emily did it again—another teasing brush against the bulge.
Lindsey broke the kiss and leaned in to straddle Emily in the big chair, one knee on either side of her, pressing her groin into Emily’s stomach, the cock stimulating her own clit until she was close to losing control.
Emily put her arms around Lindsey and pulled her even nearer, her hands caressing Lindsey’s ass through the buttery soft leather. “God, I’ve missed you, Lindsey.”
“Me too,” Lindsey grunted. “I’ve been dreaming about being inside you.”
Lindsey’s lips found Emily’s again as her hands found Emily’s breasts. She massaged them roughly through the soft cotton blouse, her fingers pinching the nipples until they became hard as pebbles.
“Clothes off,” Emily whispered in a shaky voice, reaching for the zipper of the leather pants.
The front door buzzer sounded and both women froze.
“Be right there!” Emily hollered, her voice a little breathless.
Lindsey jumped off her on shaky legs, but Emily had not yet had time to regain her feet before a voice answered from the front of the library.
“No need, Emily. Just dropping off the paper.”
“Thanks, Timmy!” Emily hollered back.
The two women remained frozen as they were for another few seconds until the buzzer sounded again, telling them the paperboy had departed the way he had come in.
Emily got halfway out of her seat—just far enough to reach the light switch on the wall, which turned off the small light in the alcove. Then she leaned forward and hooked two fingers into Lindsey’s belt loop and pulled her back to the chair.
“We’d better hurry,” she said, running her hand over the bulge. She opened her legs and pulled Lindsey to her, Lindsey’s crotch just below eye level. Her hands firmly caressed the leathe
r pants and the body beneath, running up Lindsey’s thighs, back to her ass, then around to the front.
Lindsey tried to will Emily’s fingers toward the snap and zipper that would set her free.
But instead, Emily pulled Lindsey’s T-shirt out of her pants and reached beneath it. Her fingers traced a light path up Lindsey’s stomach to the bottom swell of her breast. She was wearing no bra, and when Emily discovered this and groaned—a sexy, low growl—Lindsey felt the sound as a warm hum between her legs.
Emily pushed up the T-shirt and pulled Lindsey’s right breast to her mouth. Her lips and teeth sucked and teased the nipple while her hand provided similar stimulation to its twin.
“Oh please, Emily,” Lindsey panted, looking down at her. “You’re making me crazy.”
Emily smiled as she reached for the clasp on the leather pants. Her lips were swollen, her face flushed. “That makes two of us,” she said, lowering the zipper. Her mouth resumed its oral adoration of Lindsey’s breast while her hand reached into the leather pants and closed around the cock, pulling it free of its confinement.
Lindsey shuddered as the harness sent a delicious friction along the length of her wet folds. “God, I’m so close already,” she gasped.
Emily’s lips left Lindsey’s breast, but she kept her hand on the phallus, stroking it lightly, provocatively, knowing Lindsey was watching her in the semidarkness. “Not yet, Lindsey. I want you to come when you’re deep inside me. Do you know how wet I am for you?”
“How wet?” Lindsey barely recognized her voice. She struggled to remain upright. Emily’s light touch on the cock was keeping her arousal at an almost painfully heightened pitch. It was excruciating. And wonderful.
“You tell me.” Emily’s hands left the phallus just long enough to unhook her jeans and pull down the zipper.
Lindsey needed no further encouragement. Her hand slid down Emily’s abdomen and inside her jeans.
“Oh yeah!” Emily cried out as Lindsey’s fingers found the wet folds and began stroking them lightly, then danced over the hard, throbbing clit. She arched up from the chair into Lindsey’s touch, and Lindsey used the opportunity to peel down Emily’s jeans and underwear.
It wasn’t smart. They both knew it. Anyone could come in.
And they couldn’t stop.
They were both breathing hard; the heady scent of their mutual desire clung in the air. They were past the point of no return, and neither cared. They watched each other, Emily in the chair, Lindsey two feet away, standing above her, as the rest of their clothes came off.
Lindsey peeled off her jacket, then shirt, and finally the black leather pants while Emily shed her top and bra.
As Lindsey approached the chair, Emily leaned back in it and opened her legs in invitation. She moistened her lips as Lindsey leaned down to kiss her.
Lindsey slowly lowered herself over Emily, her arms braced again on the armrests, supporting her weight. She claimed her in a kiss that began as a surprisingly gentle touch, then grew quickly more heated when Emily’s hands rose up to feel the harness.
Her hands firmly caressed the leather where it crossed over Lindsey’s tautly muscled thighs. When the exploration moved to the strap that ran between them, those thighs began to shake slightly, and Lindsey’s breathing accelerated.
As Emily’s hand found the cock and tugged on it, she sucked hard again on Lindsey’s tongue, and Lindsey lowered herself the rest of the way to meet her.
The tip of the cock rubbed up against Emily’s clit, and she arched her body up to meet it, seeking greater contact. It entered her—an inch, then two, and she groaned in satisfaction, but just as quickly the sensation was gone as Lindsey withdrew.
Emily started to protest, but the words never left her mouth. The feeling of loss was replaced by the unbelievable sensation of the cock sliding along the lengths of her soaked silky folds, from her heated center to her rigid clit, as Lindsey began a slow, rocking motion above her. Each time, the tip of the cock would tease her opening, but then withdraw, to return a second or two later to penetrate only fractionally deeper.
She felt the pressure building between her legs, the surge of sensations incredible as she began to thrust her hips upward, opening herself up in a way she had never fully surrendered before.
“I’m so close, Em,” Lindsey said in a strained voice, her whole body beginning to tremble.
“Now, Lindsey,” Emily encouraged as she hugged her tighter with her arms, her legs, pulling her in. “Please, baby! Please!”
Lindsey gave it all to her then, sinking the cock full in, in one hard thrust of her hips—a motion that made them both gasp.
Then they were rocking against each other—faster, faster—Lindsey pumping in and out of Emily, sweat popping out on her forehead as she plunged. The library was silent except for their short, ragged gasps for air and the slapping sound of flesh meeting flesh.
“Ungh!” Lindsey groaned and went rigid, the force of her orgasm shooting through her as she thrust into Emily with long, powerful strokes.
Emily was so close behind her that the last one sent her careening over the edge as well, her body throbbing around the cock, waves of aftershocks making her tremble. Unaware of time, they remained joined, breathing hard, the phallus still embedded within Emily, until a ringing telephone brought them back to reality.
Lindsey started to gently pull out of Emily, but Emily grasped her hips, holding her inside. “Let it ring,” she whispered, before capturing Lindsey’s lips in a brief, sweet kiss.
The phone stopped after a few more rings, and Emily sighed, a soft mewl of contentment. “Well, I hope no one else needs a book today,” she declared, a smile spreading across her face. “Because the library is closing early.”
“Is it now?” Lindsey replied, smiling back at her, starting a slow, easy roll with her hips.
“Mmm-hmm.” Emily tugged at the harness again as her hips began to match Lindsey’s motion. “The librarian will be busy…filling special requests.”
Examining Allyn
Lynn Ames
She rose, stripped out of the skimpy, midriff-baring muscle-T and silk panties she’d worn to bed, and sashayed into the shower stall. The hot spray pelted her body and breasts, tiny pinpricks penetrating her skin. A favorite song came on the radio—Allyn began to sway rhythmically, hips and breasts undulating to the beat of the music.
Soapy fingers caressed sensitive flesh, each touch innervating her. Unconsciously, she brushed her palm over the fine hairs at the base of her belly, her fingers seeking pleasure points too long neglected. She gasped as her thumb and forefinger found her clitoris. Gently, she squeezed the tip, moaning as she felt the wetness instantly coat her hand. With her other hand braced against the wall, she stroked herself, stopping just short of delivering the release her body craved. Instead, she reached up and unhooked the shower massage from its cradle, lowering the head and adjusting the spray to concentrate on her throbbing center. Fingers and shower spray combined in a glorious symphony, her climax the crescendo, aftershocks the denouement.
For several moments she stood, legs shaking, heart pounding, head bent forward, the showerhead held loosely in her hand. It had been so very long since she’d felt that physically alive. So very long.
“You made it through, Allyn. From now on, we live in the moment.”
She regarded herself in the mirror, wondering what others would see in her. Cancer victim? Survivor? Desirable young woman? Damaged goods? She no longer felt qualified to judge.
*
The waiting room was abuzz with voices—some old, some young—all impatient to get on with their lives. Allyn selected a seat by a window, as far away from the television as possible. Still, she found it hard to escape the drone of the CNN anchor. Just this once, she didn’t care about any news except that which pertained specifically to her.
“Ms. Robson? Allyn Robson?”
Allyn rose and wiped suddenly damp palms on her faded jeans.
“Righ
t this way. How are you feeling?”
“Fine. I feel fine.”
“That’s good to hear. Today’s a big day for you, huh?”
“First day of the rest of my life.”
The nurse regarded her thoughtfully. “I suppose it is.”
Allyn divested herself of her cell phone, sneakers, and wallet before she stepped up on the scale.
“Good. You’ve gained a little bit of weight back. The doctor will be glad to see that. Have a seat over here, please.”
Allyn squeezed past a very attractive woman in bright blue scrubs and sat in the chair the nurse had indicated.
“Blood pressure’s good. Pulse is normal.” The nurse looked around. “I’m sorry. I thought we had a room ready; it looks like they’re all full.”
“Gloria? Room five is available.”
“Oh. Thanks, Trystan. I couldn’t see it from here.”
“No problem.”
Allyn thought the voice matched the exotic looks. Was she imagining it, or was the woman smiling at her? Not just smiling at her, but flirting with her? Trystan brushed against Allyn as she passed, headed in the opposite direction.
“Excuse me. Narrow space.”
“No problem.” Allyn was surprised she could find her voice. “Get a grip, Al,” she mumbled to herself, shaking her head as she followed the nurse to the end of the corridor. “Hormones must still be raging from this morning.”
Still, she enjoyed the feelings of arousal flowing through her body. The chemotherapy had robbed her of energy and desire for so long.
She stripped out of her jeans, T-shirt, and bra and donned the standard-issue hospital gown just as the door opened.
“Allyn, it’s good to see you.”
“It’s good to see you, too, Dr. Weiss.”
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