[The Shifters Committee 05.0] Sensual Hero

by Rebecca Foxx

  She couldn't get enough of this cinnamon-colored, dark-haired, dark-eyed beauty. She'd escaped from the Mexican countryside and trekked to the big city in search of fame and fortune. But that's not what she found there. She found a life of hardship and exploitation.

  But she'd learned to survive on her own and eventually she got out of the escort game and became a hairdresser. She'd finally gotten a hold on her life. She's been through a series of abusive relationships of one kind or the other. She'd dated a whole bag of losers, addicts, wife beaters, liars, and cheaters.

  She'd had more than enough of men when she came to settle in Cabo. And she quickly of the drunken antics of the male tourists. Gringos, of course. So instead of paying much attention to their pasty faces and potbellies, she began to pursue their wives and girlfriends. It gave her great delight to reject a man and later in that day to seduce his woman, turning her out, taking that woman further than she'd ever been, opening her up to new and unforgettable experiences.

  Janet got into the desired position on her back. Rio squatted over her, planting her pussy directly on Janet's mouth. She began gyrating her hips back and forth, so Janet's tongue moved from the wet pussy to the asshole and back and forth, the two tastes mingling in her mouth. A delicious, primal scent emanated from Rio's ass.

  Janet grabbed hold of Rio's hips. She wanted her to slow her movements, so she could concentrate on licking around that rim. Rio could sense what was going on. She leaned her head back and began to howl with pleasure as Janet tongue dipped in out of her tight ass.

  Rio felt a wet finger, then two pushing into her tight hole. She was on the verge of a powerful orgasm. She reached down and began fingering her swollen, engorged clit head.

  "I'm going to come," Rio said, her body now shaking uncontrollably."I'm going to cum."

  Janet was underneath her, holding on tightly to her hips, trying to shove her fingers deeper and deeper into her ass.

  Rio let out several loud screams as her body shook uncontrollably. Janet had to hold on as tightly as possible, just to keep her from falling off the bed. The two women lay on top of each other, sweating and panting, intertwining their legs and arms.

  "That was incredible," Rio said. "Fucking incredible."

  Janet smiled, immensely pleased that she had managed to pleasure this clearly more experienced woman, who'd surely had a plethora of lovers--male and female.

  "I hope you're not just saying that," Janet said. "You can tell me if it wasn't what you wanted."

  Janet couldn't help herself. She couldn't help revealing her insecurities, that self-doubt that always seem to hang right above her head.

  "What?" Rio said.

  Janet lowered her head and smoothed a lock of red hair behind her ear, then slowly raised her eyes to meet Rio's. Rio put her hand under Janet's chin and stared at her lovingly. For several moments neither of the women said anything, but they communicated so much through the power of their eyes and the energy passing between them. Their affection for each other was palpable.

  "You were incredible," Rio said. "I can't believe you never been with a woman."

  "It's true," Janet said. "It really is."

  "Yes, I'm sure one level it is," Rio said. "But I think that in another life, maybe many centuries ago, in a far off faraway land, you were a pussy and ass licking legend."

  Both women started laughing. It sounded so ridiculous. A lesbian in a past life? A prolific lover of women? Anyone that knew her would've found that the ridiculous. But none of those people would've been able to imagine the intense sexual encounter that it just transpired. Janet admired the way her pale flesh contrasted with Rio's sun glazed tone.

  "Maybe you're right," Janet said. "Maybe in a past life, I was a pussy eating slut."

  "And ass licking too," Rio said, looking Janet directly in the eyes. Both women began laughing and giggling again, reaching out and squeezing tightly, holding on to each other, nibbling on earlobes, lightly kissing necks.

  For several hours, Janet and Rio lay in the bed, arms and legs intertwined, sweat glistening on their skin. Janet rested her head on Rio's chest, eyes closed, a smile of satisfaction on her face. It had been so long since she'd been intimate, so long since she'd felt comfortable, lying naked and vulnerable with another person.

  But it still seemed crazy that that person was a woman, a mysterious, Mexican farm girl who escaped from her small village and headed for life in the big city. Mexico City, the smog-filled drug, cartel riddled metropolis.

  Everyone had told her that she was crazy. All she ever wanted was her freedom. A chance to live a life of adventure. As flighty and carefree as Rio sometimes seemed, there was clearly something brave and courageous about her. She taking control of her life, refusing to follow the script that others had written for her.

  Those were all things that Janet has struggled with in her life. She never seemed capable of taking control, being bold and brave and fearless. She was always dutifully following the script. She had a sense, a deep sense, that that part of her life was over. Finally over. There is no way that she would ever go back to being that woman.

  There was no way that she would go back to working in that call center. Eight hours a day in the office, answering phone calls, looking at the clock every five minutes, wondering if this was all her life would ever amount to. That was over. It had to be. She would surely go crazy if she tried to go back to their life.

  But despite how good it felt, she was saddened by the fact that it would have to end, eventually. They would both have to go their separate ways. Even if she didn't go back to that same dead-end job, back to that same old apartment, the same small suburban city she'd lived in for almost a decade.

  Maybe there was a chance that they would be able to stay together. Forever.

  Janet had been so calm for the past two weeks, floating, living in a state of absolute bliss, suddenly could feel a panic attack coming on. Her chest began to heave. She struggled to catch her breath.

  "Oh no, I hope it's not happening again," Janet said, barely able to get the words out.

  Rio shot up in the bed. Her eyes opened wide with fear. She wrapped an arm around Janet.

  "What's wrong, baby? She asked. "Was it something I did?"

  Janet sniffled. She could feel the tears welling up. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She wanted to say something. She desperately did. But she couldn't. The words were stuck in her mouth. Her tongue and her brain were unable to coordinate anything.

  She felt so completely and utterly ridiculous.

  She didn't want to admit what was going on with her. What could she possibly tell Rio?

  After several minutes of Rio rubbing her back and holding her tightly and whispering encouraging, soothing words, Janet was finally able to calm down. She still couldn't form any words. She trembled as the tears streamed down her cheeks. It hurt so much to know that eventually they would have to part.

  But in that moment, it also felt so good, so damn good to be held like that, cradled, squeezed, and loved. She'd waited so long for this feeling.

  "We'll be together again some time," Rio said. "I'm sure of that. I can feel it."

  She pulled back, staring Janet directly in the eyes. She took Janet's hand and brought it close her chest.

  "I can feel it here," Rio said. "Right here.

  She placed Janet's hand on her heart. Janet smiled lovingly with her mouth and her eyes, and then reached out and squeezed Rio tightly to her. They remained in that love-locked embrace for the next several hours. And then it was time to play again, time to roll around in the hay again, time to suck and nibble and kiss and lick and scissor themselves into another orgasmic oblivion.

  When Janet woke up several hours later, the other side of the bed was empty. Rio had disappeared. Janet's stomach was suddenly seized by spasm. It was a spasm of fear and anxiety. Where had gone? She hadn't said anything about leaving. Janet worried that maybe she'd done something wrong. Maybe she'd showed too much of herse
lf. Made herself too vulnerable.

  Surely, Rio was used to being with much more experienced women than Janet, woman who had loved and lost as loved again many times over. When it came to love, Janet was like a virgin, untouched by its eternal flame.

  But she could feel a change coming on. This thing, this energy in her legs and stomach, that seemed to explode throughout her every time Rio touched her, looked at her, and kissed her, was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. That's why she felt so empty, lying there in the large bed all alone. Rio's body impression, that beautiful rounded form still visible on the other side.

  She could smell Rio's cocoa butter and tropical fruit scent. Janet closed her eyes, inhaled deeply and moaned. She hugged herself, imagining it was Rio's arms tightly wrapping around her.

  That's what she wanted. That's what she needed.

  Janet threw herself back on the bed. She hated being alone. Where was Rio? Could she possibly be with another person? A man, a woman? Jealousy nibbled and gnawed at Janice's soul. She threw off the covers and sprung out of the bed. She was butt naked. Her pale fleshy body reeked of sex and sweat and other primal scents. She pulled her phone from her purse. She frowned, cursed under her breath. No messages. Rio hadn't called or texted. Nothing.

  Maybe this is what she does, Janet thought, seduces naïve, women, gringos, sleeps with them, rolls around in the bed for several days, then disappear. None of it meant anything to her. It was just a game she would play.

  Janet would've been particularly hurt to find out that Rio was spending time with another woman. But she would also have been hurt, if she found out that she'd been spending time with a man.

  She felt extremely jealous and possessive. Their relationship status, what they were, names and titles, these were things that they hadn't discussed. It didn't seem important. All that mattered during those scorching hot days they spent together, was the fact that they were together, hand-in-hand, the flesh contrasting beautifully, as they strolled along the beach while all around them spring break like craziness broke out: a wet T-shirt, several girls, petite Midwestern girls, bouncing around on stage with their wet, alabaster bodies, their areolas and nipples bursting through their shirts and eventually the tops came off.

  Then the bikini bottoms came off, and the girls began rolling around on top of each other, scissoring and tribbing, rubbing their wet aching pussies, tongues dipping in and out of asses and flicking swollen clit heads.

  The drunken crowd hooted and howled. A few of the drunken bros, the beefy frat guys pulled out their hard cocks and tried to rush onto the stage. They'd had enough of watching. They wanted a piece of the action. A piece of the free pussy. But they ended up getting hemmed up by a couple huge security guards.

  There was a bit of a scuffle, then things calm down and the focus shifted back to the girls. They were performing a human centipede on the stage. The announcer, a skinny skater with tattoos running up and down his lanky arms, held the mic in and amazement. He didn't know what to make of it. Nobody did. These girls, these primal sexual beings, who'd seemed so innocent on the surface, had just been let free from their cages.

  For the next half an hour, Janet called and texted furiously. She was desperate to know where Rio was, desperate to see her again. She had to get out of her room. She would go crazy if she stayed in their any longer. Waiting for the elevator made her even more agitated. it seemed like it would never come. Finally, she decided to walk the twelve flights down to the ground floor.

  Once she got outside, she began walking toward Mango Deck, the beach bar where Janet and Rio had spent lots of time over the last few weeks. Half way there, she could no longer contain herself. She began running, arms pumping, chest heaving, sweat breaking out on her forehead. When she finally arrived

  She was exhausted, doubled over, panting, and out of breath. Her hair was disheveled, some of it matted to her forehead with. sweat. Her cheeks had turned red. Her eyes almost looked like they were going to explode from her skull. She looked like a mad woman, a woman on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

  Her mind shifted from worrying about Rio to worrying about whether or not she was going to have another attack, a panic attack that would land her in a Mexican hospital.

  She took several deep breaths, closed her eyes and, tried to steady herself. After a few moments, she was able to calm herself down, her breathing slowing, her heart rate decreasing.

  She finally calmed down. She got up and walked into the bar.

  The large jolly, Mexican bartender wearing a sombrero, greeted her with a large smile.

  "I hadn't seen you in a few hours," he said, laughing heartily, his double chin shaking. "I was beginning to worry."

  Janet couldn't help but smile. But for her, there was really nothing to smile about. She burned with jealousy.

  "I'll have a shot of tequila and a Corona," Janet said,

  After she'd thrown back the shot and taken a few swigs on the beer, she finally had the courage to ask the question that had been burning on her tongue. She didn't know how the bartender would react.

  She took a breath. There was no sense waiting longer.

  "Jorge," she said. "Have you seen Rio? I've been looking all around for her."

  She locked eyes on him. He stared back not saying anything. She slid a $20 bill across the bar to him. He slyly slipped it off the bar and into his shirt pocket. He smiled.

  "I just saw her," he said.

  Janet's eyes lit up with excitement.

  "Really? Where? Janet said, enthusiastically. She reached into her purse and pulled out another twenty and gladly slid it to him.

  A hand on her shoulder startled her, newly made her jump out of her skin. When she turned around and saw the warm smile of her lover, her mentor, and teacher in the ways of lesbian love, she smiled. Then she jumped up and opened her arms wide and hugged Rio tightly, tighter than she'd ever hugged any person in her life.

  After they had finished hugging, the two women walked along the beach, hand-in-hand, the sun setting in the distance. In that moment, everything seemed magical to Janet. She could never have imagined something like this. It was beyond her wildest dreams.

  She'd found someone, a woman no less, with whom she felt comfortable being open, honest, and vulnerable. Yet there was more to this relationship, much more to this relationship, than the platonic feelings. There was sexual passion and chemistry, obvious from the first time they'd laid eyes on each other. Janet let her head rest on Rio's shoulder.

  "What do you want to do, baby?" Rio asked.

  "Whatever you want to do," Janet said, smiling lovingly. "I'll do whatever you want."

  "Well, there are lots of things I want to do with you," Rio said. "Trust me. Lots of things."

  "That's what I like to hear," Janet said, then she leaned in and kissed Rio gently on the lips.

  She was hungry for more of her lips and her tongue and her soft sensual mango sweet mouth. But for some reason, Rio pulled away, staring directly into Janet's eyes intensely, penetratingly.

  Janet could tell that something was wrong. Had she said or done something to offend Rio? Had she said or done something to turn her off? She was riddled with self-doubt.

  "Calm down," Rios said. She was accustomed to seeing these moods, these panic attacks from Janet. This wouldn't be the first time.

  "I'll be fine," Janet said. "It's just that I can tell by looking in your eyes that there's something serious that you want to tell me. I'm terrified what it could be. I don't want–-”

  Rio cut her off, covering her mouth with her hand.

  "Baby," Janet said. "Just be quiet. Just let me talk. It's serious, yes it’s serious. But it's not bad. Te prometo."

  Overcome with emotion, unable to speak, all Janet could do was nod her head up and down submissively, a pleading, desperate look in her eyes.

  For the next several minutes Rio told her what exactly was weighing on her heart. She hadn't meant to leave the hotel room abruptly. She was enjoying her
self immensely. But she received a phone call from a family member. Her grandfather, whom she took care of four days out of the week, had died of a stroke overnight.

  "Oh my God," Janet said. "I'm so sorry. I was being so selfish. And insecure. I thought you were with someone else."

  "No, no baby," Rio said. "I wasn't with anyone else. Those days of hopping in and out of beds are behind me. At least, I hope they are."

  "I hope they are too," Janet said. "But you can hop in my bed anytime."

  "I'd love that," Rio said.

  The two women were sitting on the beach. The sun had almost completely set. They were alone but the sounds of the beach, the partiers, the revelers, the DJ spinners, played behind them like a symphony.