by A. C. Grey
From the look on Tess’s face and her increasingly frequent use of curse words, Zoey knew Tess’s time was near. She began to circle Tess’s clit with her thumb, eager to see that expression of unabashed pleasure and joy rip through her girlfriend’s body.
As Zoey added her thumb, Tess felt her body begin its climb to orgasm. “Mmmm . . . oh, Zoey. I’m so close . . . fuck, baby. Please, fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuuuucckk . . .” Her body shuddered and quaked as her release coursed through her, sparks appearing before her eyes, jolt after jolt of pleasure running through her. Zoey smiled as she felt Tess’s muscles constrict around her, continuing her movements until she felt Tess’s body go limp against her own.
Zoey held Tess up for a few moments until she steadied herself, gently kissing every inch of the redhead’s perfect, beautiful skin.
Once she’d regained her strength, Tess wasted no time kissing her way down Zoey’s breasts and stomach, only one destination in mind. She doubted it would take much to send Zoey over the edge, and judging by Zoey’s light pressure on her shoulders, pressing her downwards towards her center, Tess figured they were on the same wavelength.
Tess gently parted Zoey’s moistened folds before dipping her tongue in, gently sampling and savoring the unique taste of her girlfriend’s arousal. Teasing her tongue around, licking up and down Zoey’s slit, she stroked slowly and sensuously. Zoey, frustrated and ready for release, groaned. “Tess . . . please,” she urged before threading her hands through the wet auburn locks and pushing Tess further into her core.
Getting the hint, Tess lightly traced a circular pattern around Zoey’s bundle of nerves, before swiftly entering her with one finger. Judging by her girlfriend’s vocalizations, Tess knew her actions were successful. Sensing Zoey’s need to deepen the penetration, Tess gently lifted one of Zoey’s legs over her shoulder, allowing her to enter her more fully. At that same time, she took Zoey’s engorged clit in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Zoey’s body began to shake as her climax neared.
Tess added another finger and increased her pace, Zoey’s hips rocking to meet her hand. Their rhythm quickened and one last swipe of Tess’s tongue sent Zoey plunging into the abyss, her tunnel contracting around Tess’s fingers as white-hot pleasure coursed through her body. Tess reached up and placed a steadying hand on Zoey’s hip as the pleasurable tremors wracked her body. Finally, Tess felt Zoey’s body still and she rose to kiss her girlfriend.
Zoey smiled into the kiss as she tasted herself on Tess’s lips. They both stood there under the running water, bodies entwined in a silent, passionate embrace, as they recovered from their tryst. No words were said, but the overwhelming aura of love and relief was hard to miss.
After they’d finished “cleaning” up Zoey, they headed back to Tess’s house to change, eager to hit the poker rooms. Tess waited patiently in the living room as Zoey selected some new clothes. After a few minutes she emerged, clad in what had become her signature leather jacket and sunglasses, with a shirt whose plunging neckline left little the imagination.
Tess’s eyes glazed over, pure unmitigated lust washing over her face. She swallowed hard and let out a barely audible whisper. “Forget poker. You. Me. Those aviators. That jacket. Bedroom. Now.”
Chapter Twenty
The next day, Tess’s alarm brought them out of their warm, comfortable cocoon. Tess shot bolt upright, disheveled and disoriented as she attempted to locate the offending device. Zoey groaned, silently cursing the blasted alarm, which had awoken them way too early. After being up nearly all night with her girlfriend, she was running short on beauty rest. However, given the ways Tess had found to keep her occupied last night, Zoey figured it best to let it slide. She rolled over and smiled as she watched her sleepy-eyed, yet incredibly sexy girlfriend practically maul the alarm, attempting to silence it.
Despite enjoying the amusing scene before her, Zoey was not happy with being roused after so little sleep. “Why is your alarm going off at seven in the morning? We just got to sleep a few hours ago. Not that I’m complaining . . .” Zoey chuckled as she pulled Tess against her, the redhead having finally silenced the alarm.
Tess smiled and kissed Zoey gently before pulling back. “Because, unfortunately for me, I’ve been hired to teach at this poker camp for beginning players. It will undoubtedly be a long, boring day, but I like to do this kind of thing on occasion. Usually with a little more sleep, granted.” She kissed Zoey again and smiled into the kiss. “Anyway, you stay here, sleep in. I’ll see you later today or tonight.”
“But I wanted to spend the day with my hot girlfriend,” Zoey grumbled.
“Sorry, baby. But I can’t bail on this now.” Tess rose from the bed.
“What if I came? Can I still sign up?”
Tess turned and looked at Zoey in question. “Seriously, Zoey? It’ll be about as interesting as watching paint dry. These people are absolute beginners.”
“Yeah, but you’re forgetting one important thing.”
“What’s that?”
“I have it on good authority that one of the instructors is really, really sexy. Maybe I want to indulge in a hot for teacher fantasy.” Zoey smiled flirtatiously, reaching up to pull Tess back down on the bed, rolling on top of her.
Tess chuckled. “Who knew you had such fantasies? I’ll have to tell Angie you feel that way about her. “
“What?”
“She’s teaching too.”
“Funny, Tess. Now come here and kiss me. Give me a few private lessons before we head to class.” Zoey dipped her head, capturing Tess’s lips in a passionate, deep kiss, their tongues melding together with promises of more to come.
Tess groaned low in her throat before pulling back. “We can’t do this now, Zoey,” she rasped. “I’m going to be late if I don’t leave in the next ten minutes. And so will you, if you’re really coming with me.”
“Fine.” Zoey pouted. “But you’re in trouble.”
Tess laughed and got up. “Oh really? What exactly did I do?”
“You’re all gorgeous and sexy and breathtaking and stuff and you won’t let me have you. So now, I’m going to be sitting in that class all day thinking about all the ways I’m going to punish you for getting me worked up this morning.”
Tess chuckled again as she headed to the bathroom. “Sorry, Zoey. I can’t help it if I’m irresistible.”
Zoey rolled her eyes and rose to get dressed.
* * * * *
By the time they arrived at the class, Zoey had decided she was going to have fun with the whole situation. There was something incredibly hot about pretending that she and Tess were complete strangers and that she was there simply to learn with the other beginners. Knowing that she got to take the instructor home at the end of the day, that she’d get to steal secret glances, maybe even a few secret touches, set her nerve endings on fire.
After registering, Zoey took a seat fairly near the table where Tess was sitting, so she could make sure she had a good view of the presentation . . . and maybe a certain presenter.
Angie began the day by explaining the basics of poker. This gave Tess ample opportunity to sit back and eye a certain sexy woman a few feet away.
Tess was only half-paying attention to what Angie was saying, most of her thoughts straying about as far away from poker as you could get. Angie was currently explaining the different hands that one could get in poker, when Tess noticed a mischievous look play across Zoey’s face.
“A pair is the weakest hand that you can have in poker, other than having nothing at all. It’s exactly what it sounds like. Two of any card,” Angie explained.
At that moment, Tess felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, indicating that she had a text message. Since she wasn’t speaking, Tess surreptitiously pulled out her phone to see what the message was. It was from Zoey.
I think we make quite a pair. Wouldn’t you agree? I know you do, judging by the number of times you screamed my name last night. – Z.
Tess
did everything in her power to suppress the gasp of surprise that threatened to escape her lips. Deciding that looking at Zoey would only make things worse, she turned towards Angie, intent on paying attention to her friend’s instruction.
“The next best hand you can have after a pair, is two pair. Which is, again, what it sounds like. Two different pairs of matching cards,” Angie explained as she motioned to the presentation screen.
Tess’s phone buzzed again. Unable to resist, she read the message.
You know what my two favorite parts of your body are? I’ll give you a hint. They’re both pairs. I love your ‘two pair.’ Your eyes, because they’re so deep and soulful and beautiful. And your boobs. ‘Cause, well, they’re just good boobs. – Z.
Tess swallowed hard and tried to keep her breathing even. Zoey was going to be the death of her.
Angie continued. “The next best hand is three of a kind, otherwise known as a set or trips. It’s having three of the same card, like having three kings.”
Tess’s phone indicated a new message.
A set, huh? You know what else is set? My mind. Completely set on taking you home and having my way with you. Over and over and over again. –Z.
Tess ran a hand through her hair and silently prayed no one was noticing the flush that she felt creeping across her chest. She didn’t even bother putting her phone away, Zoey’s intent to continue teasing her becoming quite apparent.
“After a set, you have a straight. This is five cards in consecutive order, such as three, four, five, six, seven,” Angie explained patiently.
At this point, giving in to the game, Tess was ready and eager to read Zoey’s next text.
I’m not sure why I ever thought I was straight. The things you do to me, the way just one look at you makes me completely wet. Yeah, I’m anything but straight. – Z.
Tess had to bite her lip to keep her emotions in check, struggling to appear relaxed and attentive to Angie’s lecture.
“Next up is the flush. This is five cards of the same suit.”
The phone buzzed again. Tess took a deep breath before reading it.
You’re looking a little flushed, babe. Did something I say get you all hot and bothered? Don’t let yourself get too tired today, because you’re going to need your stamina for tonight. And I’ll get to see that special kind of flush you get when you’re naked, sweaty, and writhing beneath my body. – Z.
Finally, unable to take it any longer, Tess looked up and locked gazes with the cause of her current state of arousal. Zoey was eyeing her with a look of pure, undisguised lust. Anyone in the room who happened to see the way the two women were looking at each other would have no trouble discerning the dirty direction of their thoughts. However, Tess was thankful to notice that everyone seemed to be paying attention to Angie and not to the silent game of flirtation that her girlfriend had engaged her in.
“After the flush, we have the full house, which is two of one kind of card and three of another. For instance, having two sevens and three jacks,” Angie explained, completely unaware of the dirty game going on just a few feet away from her.
Tess’s phone signaled a new message.
You’re lucky there’s a full house in this room, Tess. That’s the only thing stopping me from taking you up against the nearest wall or on the floor or against the podium and having my way with you. In fact, these poker tables seem like a good place. We could break them in, just like we did yours . . . by fucking each other senseless. –Z.
Tess gasped aloud at the message, silently praying that no one had heard her. Looking up into Zoey’s lust-darkened eyes and seeing the satisfied smile playing across her lips, there was no doubt in Tess’s mind that Zoey had noticed.
“After the full house comes four of a kind, which is what it sounds like. Four of the same card. Four aces, for example.”
Tess looked down at her next text.
Four of a kind. Four’s a nice number. After all, it is the number of times you came last night. Maybe this time, we’ll go for five . . . or six . . . or maybe even lucky number seven. Up for it? Of course you are. –Z.
At this point, Tess’s composure was hanging on by a thread, a very thin, very frayed thread. A thread that Zoey was threatening to sever at any moment. Tess realized that there was only one thing to do. Get even.
Angie was finishing up with the last few descriptions of hands and was about to move on to some other poker terminology. Knowing what was coming next in the presentation, unlike Zoey, Tess swiftly typed out a message, ready to send as soon as Angie began her next description.
“You have several options when you first get dealt a hand in poker. The first option is to fold. This means, if you don’t like your hand, you can throw it away without putting any money in,” Angie explained.
Two can play at this game, Zoey. Are you ready to fold? Didn’t think so. Which is good, because I happen to like folds. Yours in particular. Especially when they’re wet and ready for me. Like I’m sure they are right now. –T.
Tess eyed her girlfriend as the first text went through. She could tell the moment her words had sunk in, as Zoey’s self-satisfied grin fell, replaced by a look of sensual disquietude.
When the text came through, Zoey was caught off guard. She’d been having fun. Too much fun, in fact, watching Tess get all hot and bothered and struggling to keep her composure. But she’d underestimated her prey. Tess had just turned the tables. And it was damned hot.
“The next option you have is to bet. This is where you place additional money into the pot, usually indicating that you have a good hand.”
Zoey’s phone vibrated in her hands.
I’ll bet that you’re not thinking about poker right now. I’ll bet that all you can think about is me and the number of different ways I’m going to make you come tonight. I’ll bet you’re really wet. Already. – T.
Zoey let out a sigh. Well, her girlfriend had called that one right.
“There are two special forced bets in the first round of each hand. They are called blinds. These bets rotate around the table and basically force players to put money in. That way, there are no hands played where there’s no money in the pot,” Angie said.
Zoey swallowed hard as she braced herself for Tess’s next message.
You’d have to be blind, completely and utterly blind to not see how hot, how attractive, how fucking sexy my girlfriend is. Just one look at you and I’m ready to go ten rounds with you. It’s taking all my willpower not to touch myself, right here in front of all these people, just because I’m looking at you. – T.
Zoey squeezed her legs together, silently willing herself to remain calm, to cool down. Little good it did her.
“If you’re in the blind and no one has bet additional money, you have another option, which is to check, meaning that you don’t want to add any additional money,” Angie explained.
Off the phone went.
You might want to ‘check’ your panties. My guess, they’re soaked. I know mine are. – T.
Zoey ran a shaking hand through her hair and shifted uncomfortably in her chair.
“The player to the left of the small blind is called the dealer. This player is signified by a plastic dealer button.” Angie held up a circular disc with the word dealer printed across it. “So often times, this position at the table is simply called the button.”
Zoey closed her eyes briefly and steadied her breathing, both dreading and anticipating Tess’s next tease.
There’s only one button that I’m interested in. And it resides between your legs. Tonight, I’m going to take it in my mouth and tease it, suck it, until you come so hard you scream for mercy. – T.
It took every last ounce of Zoey’s strength to suppress the moan that wanted so badly to escape her lips. Finally, feeling adventurous, she looked up at her girlfriend, gazing directly into her beautiful blue eyes. The look of pure lust on Tess’s face did nothing to quiet the storm raging between Zoey’s legs. After a few moments of se
nsuous gazes, she turned her attention back to Angie.
“One of the most important things to learn in the game of poker is the importance of your position relative to the button. The closer you are to being the button, the more power you have.” Angie then continued to lecture for a moment on what she meant, but Zoey heard not a word, as Tess’s text came through.
Position is important. You want to know my favorite position? Me on top of you, as your body shudders, trembles, beneath my touch, as I fuck you into oblivion. – T.
Zoey thought for a few moments about literally finding something to fan herself with. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so hot, both literally and figuratively.