Fusion

by Diana Kane

  Catherine leans in and kisses me, her nipples hardening, showing through the skin tight suit. “Come on,” she orders taking my hand.

  “You’ll be late,” I remind her. Catherine looks at the clock then back at me and smiles.

  “I’m changing my routine. I’ll take the rest of my cardio in the shower.”

  Showered and momentarily sated I head to the kitchen to make a quick breakfast. I make our usual fruit smoothie, scramble up some eggs and prepare some toast. Catherine joins me in the kitchen, looks at my handiwork then smiles at me. “I could get used to mornings like this.”

  “Me too, well it’d be better if I had something productive to do all day, like go to work.”

  “What are you going to do today?”

  “No idea actually. Everyone will be working…except me. Probably read, maybe watch a movie. I’ll figure out something I guess.” Catherine clears our plates, our habit of inhaling our food one that will never be broken. We return to the master bathroom and brush our teeth at the dual sinks. I watch her reflection in the mirror, she is still sexy even when doing something as routine as brushing her teeth. I walk her back to the kitchen and hug and kiss her goodbye at the door.

  Catherine grazes my earlobe with her lips and whispers, “I know what you can do today. I want you to think about touching me, doing whatever you want to with my body. I want you to think about me touching you, what you want me to do to you. Do this all day, but don’t touch yourself. I’ll know if you have when I get home.” She bites my earlobe and I groan in frustration, eliciting another of Catherine’s devilish grins. “I’ll call you between cases.” She kisses me and walks out the door, leaving me soaking wet and unable to do anything about it.

  *****

  Catherine’s parting words reverberate through my mind all morning. I try to distract myself by any means necessary. I go for a swim and my mind flashes to images of Catherine swimming and of our liaisons in and around the pool. I take another shower but that proves futile. I attempt to clean the house but Catherine and I are both neat freaks and the maid service comes on Mondays and Fridays. I find the little bit of laundry that needs to be washed and start the first load. The problem is that laundry only intermittently occupies your time. I try reading but Catherine’s orders for the day and the thoughts stemming from those orders prove too distracting. When my phone rings I nearly drop it, I’m dying to hear her voice. I’m surprised to see Taylor’s name on the caller ID.

  “Taylor how are you?”

  “I’m good Alex. How are you? How is your recovery coming?”

  “Good actually. I’m feeling good. Moving around well again, no walker, no fatigue. So far no headaches or seizures so good things there as well. I thought Catherine was keeping you updated. Had I known she wasn’t I would have at least texted you.” I start to wonder if they have had a falling out that Catherine failed to mention.

  “She had been pretty regularly until a little over a week ago. I just figured she got busy at work and then I got super busy at work. When I didn’t hear anything this weekend I started to worry a little. I’m glad to hear everything is alright though. How is being back at the house?” I quickly do the math in my head and realize that Taylor has no idea that Catherine and I are together now. I also don’t know if Catherine wants her to know or if it is even my place to tell her.

  “Things have been fine. No tension, no fighting, no drama. How is life out there treating you?”

  “Great. I’ve started bartending at one of the dyke bars here. I make great tips. The fringe benefits are quite nice as well.” Taylor laughs and I can’t help but smile and shake my head.

  “So I’m guessing you meet a lot of new friends through this job.”

  “Oh yes, quite a few. This might be the best job I’ve ever had.” I can picture Taylor’s devil may care grin in my head. I laugh hard. “Really Alex, maybe you should think about a career change.”

  “I’m good thank you.”

  “Wait a minute. Did she tell you? Did you two finally Slytherin her Hufflepuff?”

  “Slytherin her Hufflepuff?”

  “Well you were watching Harry Potter that night when you turned me down. Just trying to be funny. Stop diverting. Did it finally happen?”

  “How did everyone know about this but me? You don’t even live here and you knew.”

  “I knew it! About damn time. I’ve been waiting for this to happen since my visit. Took you two long enough. Is that why I haven’t heard from her? When did this happen?”

  “About two weeks ago. We’ve been…busy.”

  “Um hm, I bet. Wait a second. Cat was supposed to visit me last week. You two spent all week in bed didn’t you?”

  “Not just bed.” I can’t help but tease Taylor a little bit. I know she was sort of put in the middle of our drama during her visit.

  “I knew it. Well at least that takes a little bit of the sting out of you rejecting me. Maybe someday though.” I know Taylor is teasing me right back.

  “Sorry Taylor, no rain checks or substitutions. Maybe you could pick up an extra shift at work. Help you forget all about me.”

  “Not a bad idea. So you have big plans for Cat’s birthday then?”

  “Uh, when is that exactly?” I can’t believe that I have no idea when her birthday is.

  “Of course she didn’t tell you. She doesn’t ever tell anyone. It is Wednesday actually.” The wheels start turning when I hear this. What can I do for Catherine on a limited budget and without a vehicle?

  “Interesting. This just might work out well then. I could surprise her with something.”

  “I’d be careful, Cat isn’t big on surprises.” I run a few ideas by Taylor, getting her input on them. by the time we hang up I have a rough sketch of a plan I think might work. The problem is that I’m going to need help to pull it off. I send Abby a text asking if she can help me for an hour or two Wednesday morning. She is quick to respond that she absolutely can. For the first time all day I’m able to focus on something other than erotic thoughts about Catherine. I’m so absorbed in finalizing a plan that when my phone rings again I jump, knocking it off of the table and across the floor. By the time I manage to retrieve it voice mail has intercepted the call. I check the missed call log and discover that it was Catherine. I quickly hit the return call button.

  “Were you touching yourself?” Catherine’s voice sounds low, like she is whispering. Her breathing is slightly uneven.

  “Nope. Doctor’s orders. I have to abstain from such behavior.”

  “Mmm. Good girl.” Catherine’s purr causes my insides to twitch. That is when it hits me.

  “You are so breaking the rules right now aren’t you?”

  “I’m not pinching my nipple right now, you are.” Catherine’s breath hitches and my body instantly reacts.

  “Where are you?”

  “The on call physician’s room. He is operating right now so he doesn’t need it.” Catherine lets out a low moan. “That’s it baby. I like it when you do that.” My free hand is tightly clenched around a fistful of my t-shirt.

  “What am I doing?” I know she is tormenting me but I can’t help but play along. The thought of Catherine touching herself drives me wild.

  “You just raked your fingers along my inner thighs. Now your teasing me, coaxing me open. My clit is throbbing for you.” Catherine moans again and the line goes dead.

  “What the fuck?” I’m so turned on that I’ve uttered the words out loud. Thats when the video chat request comes in. I automatically know that I’m in trouble. I can’t help myself though. I accept the request, wanting to see Catherine’s show no matter how frustrated I’ll be after.

  Catherine’s image immediately pops up, but all I can see is her face. “Are you on your laptop?” I nod. “Good. Push it away from you a little bit until I can see your hands. Lay them on top of the table. Remember doctor’s orders.” I do as she says, wanting to see how far she is willing to take this. “Good.” She slides what I as
sume is her iPad back and leans it against something. When she comes back into focus she is revealed to be wearing black lingerie, the black lingerie I dreamed about her wearing. “Now where were we?” Catherine immediately begins to stroke herself as she massages her breast and pulls at her nipple. I want to crawl through the screen to get at her. Her undulating hips pick up their pace as her excitement builds. “Mmm baby. No one has ever fucked me the way that you do.” Catherine slides her fingers back and inserts the middle two into herself. “Fuck. Alex!” Her hips pick up their pace even more as she strokes and rides herself. She begins pulling at her nipple harder as her breathing becomes frantic. I know she is close. My hands are locked together, my knuckles are whiter than fresh snow. I suck in my lower lip and bite down hard. If I had any hair I’d be pulling it out. “Just like that Alex. Fuck me like that. I’m so close.” I can see the muscles in her body begin to twitch and then convulse. She bites down on her forearm to muffle her scream. I’m so inflamed that I’m certain there will be a puddle on the barstool when I get up.

  “Damn baby. You know just what I needed to get me through this next case.” Catherine is putting her scrubs back on. She looks to the camera and smiles at me lasciviously. “I only have two quick cases left. I’ll talk to you soon. Don’t forget, doctor’s orders.” I’ve lost the ability to speak, I sit staring into the camera gape jawed. “Miss you baby.” Catherine blows me a kiss as she switches off the feed.

  “FUCK!!!!” I scream out at the top of my lungs.

  Catherine

  I have never done anything like that in my life, certainly not at work. Being with Alex has changed me, I feel a confidence and freedom about my sexuality that I have never known before. I no longer feel shame about my darkest desires and fantasies. More than that, Alex has shown me what it is to be loved and how it feels to truly love someone. She is the unexpected gift the universe has given me and I vow to show how grateful I am for her everyday.

  I call Alex between my second and third case. It has been just over an hour and a half since I last checked in with her. The image of her face as she watched me remains singed on my brain. Part of me knows that it was a cruel thing to do after the mandate I laid down this morning. The other part enjoyed it and never really believed she would be able to stick to my orders like she did. Alex finally picks up on the third ring.

  “Hey Catherine.”

  “Hey baby. What are you doing?”

  “Laundry. What are you doing?” I can hear the tension in her voice. She really has followed my orders today. I’m going to have to make it up to her somehow.

  “Getting ready to start my last case. Just a washout and drain insertion. I should be home soon. Why are you doing laundry?”

  “Because we dirtied every set of sheets in this house last week. I need something to keep me in line.” I grin knowing the torment I’ve put her through today.

  “It won’t be long now baby. I should be home in an hour. Patient is on the table and being draped as we speak. I’ve gotta go. Love you.”

  *****

  I arrive home half expecting Alex to attack me as soon as I get through the door. Maybe I am hoping for it honestly. Either way, it doesn’t happen. I feel a modicum of disappointment as I set my bag down next to the door and toss my keys on the counter. “Baby where are you?”

  “In here,” I hear her call from the den. I make my way there and discover her sitting in the armchair reading. She doesn’t tear her gaze away from her book, not even as I lean in to kiss her. I try it again and am met with the same reaction. Undeterred I attempt to take her Kindle from her but she doesn’t allow it. “Just give me a few minutes baby, I want to finish this chapter.” Now I am dumbfounded. She has never rebuffed me like this before.

  I kneel down in front of her and run my hands up her legs and through the opening of her shorts. Nothing, she doesn’t even look at me. I kiss her on her knee and slowly trail my tongue up her inner thigh. She doesn’t so much as twitch. I start to panic. I think I’ve pushed her too far today.

  “Baby I’m sorry.”

  “What do you have to be sorry for?” She never takes her eyes off of her book.

  “Please look at me, I’m begging you.” Alex sighs deeply, not the sighs I’ve grown to love hearing, this one is filled with annoyance. She sits her Kindle down on the table next to the chair she is sitting in and finally looks at me. “I’m so sorry Alex. I thought it would be sexy and fun.”

  “You planned the whole thing.” I can hear the anger in her voice.

  “Yes.”

  “Without regard for what it would do to me? How torturous today would be? I don’t have anything here to distract me like you do while you’re at work.” Alex is pissed and I had no idea.

  “Baby I’ll do anything. Please. I really thought it would be fun and you would like it.” I’m desperate for her to not be angry with me.

  “Anything?” Alex’s whole demeanor shifts, she cocks one eyebrow and dons a sly grin. That is when I know that I’ve been had. Relief floods through my body, even though I know I’m about to make a deal with the devil.

  “Anything.” I can feel my cockiness return to me. I grin at Alex and wait for my punishment.

  “You looked like you really enjoyed putting on that show earlier. Time for the prequel.” Prequel? What am I supposed to do before masturbating on camera while thinking about my girlfriend? I am about to ask when I hear music start to play. “I’m going to need you to dance for me. Seduce me, like your life depends on it.” She turns the volume up and I recognize the song, Massive Attack’s Black Milk. It has a sound that oozes sex, perfect for a striptease. I smile up at Alex, whether she knows it or not I’m going to enjoy teasing her more.

  I shift my weight from my knees to my feet as I force Alex’s legs apart. I slowly arch into her as I make my way to a standing position, never taking my eyes off of hers. My top three buttons are undone so I make sure my trajectory gives Alex a full view down my shirt. I still have the lingerie on. When her pupils dilate I know I’ve succeeded. I lean in closer as my neck and breasts approach her face, pausing as my breasts linger just out of reach of her mouth, yet close enough that I know she can smell my perfume, the vanilla scent that drives her wild. She slowly licks her lips as her pupils betray her once again. I want to move in and bite the lip that she just licked but I hold back. It is too soon. As I make my way to full vertical I grab each of Alex’s hands and slowly run them up along the outside of my thighs, stopping when her hands linger just over the lacy fringes of the black panties. I let her leave them in place until she tries to grab my ass, at which point I pull them off and force them away from my body. The black pencil skirt that I wore today for rounds doesn’t afford me all of the mobility I would like but I’m determined to make do. I slide Alex’s ass forward in the chair a little bit and force her shoulders back, exposing her crotch to me. I put a hand on each shoulder pinning her in place and slowly dip down and grind the length of my body back up along hers, increasing the pressure against her crotch the higher I rise, until my pelvis makes contact. I grind my pelvis against her crotch in a slow pace that mimics our love making. I dip back down and repeat everything again. I can hear Alex’s reaction this time as she clenches her jaw and draws in a breath through her teeth. Her reactions are an aphrodisiac and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that grinding my pelvis against hers wasn’t turning me on as well. So I dip back down and repeat the process again. This time Alex lets loose a low moan as I grind against her. The skirt is not working out as I hoped so I swivel my hips until my ass is level with Alex’s face. I slowly lower myself in time with the music until I again reach Alex’s pelvis. I methodically grind my ass against her until she makes a move to grab my breasts. I catch her hands and look back over my shoulder at her, shaking my head in disapproval. I continue to grind against Alex as I slowly move her hands around to my lower back, stopping near the zipper. I allow her to unzip me, knowing she takes great pleasure in undressing me. I let the skirt
fall to my feet knowing that the lavender shirt I’m wearing will keep most of me covered. I lower my ass against Alex again and grind with a slightly increasing pace. I can feel her wetness soaking through her shorts and have to stifle my own moan. The song switches over to Massive Attack’s Angel and I continue my assault. I swivel my way back around and grind my way up Alex again. I can smell her sex as I make my way up. I need to keep this moving as I know I won’t be able to hold out long. I force Alex’s knees back together and straddle her. She tries to grab my hips but I pull her hands away and set them on the arms of the chair. I start rubbing myself against Alex’s lap, starting slowly and increasing my pace as my excitement builds. Confident that Alex will leave her hands where I’ve put them I grab her face and pull it between my breasts as I continue to masturbate against her lap. I know she can hear my heart pounding, my rapid breathing, and feel my moisture against her lap. I feel my excitement building too much so I slow my rhythm down, pushing Alex’s face away from me, quickly licking her lower lip as I do. She looks punch drunk at this point and I’m loving it. No one has ever worshiped my body the way she does. Still needing a moment to quell my threatening orgasm I take Alex’s hands and move them to buttons of my shirt. I allow her to undo the buttons but stop her from pushing the shirt off of my shoulders, liking how the way it drapes down revealing some, but not all of me. Shirt unbuttoned I guide Alex’s hands to my hips and slowly move them upwards. I resume masturbating against her lap as I inch her hands up to my breasts where I finally allow her to touch me. My nipples immediately respond to her touch and the sensation combined with my grinding has me close to spiraling out of control again. I pull her hands from my breasts and inch them up a little more, allowing Alex to remove my shirt. Longing to feel Alex’s flesh against mine I lift her hands over her head and pull off her t-shirt. I slide back off of her and force her legs apart again, meeting no resistance. I trap her left leg between my own and lower myself onto her thigh, taking care to sink my right knee into the cushion so that my thigh makes contact with her. I start to grind against her and she responds by moving against me. I move her hands to my hips while I work myself closer and closer to climax. Our breathing seems synchronized as we pleasure ourselves against one another. Alex trails her right hand down the side of my neck and onto my chest. I arch back pushing my breast into her hand and grind faster and faster. Just as I am about to come she strikes like a viper, wrapping her arms around me and lifting me off of her thigh. Her strong arms coil around my waist, supporting my weight as she carries me to the bedroom. I have no choice but to wrap my legs around her and hold on.