As arousing as Riley in her thin black slip of a robe was, when she spotted the smudge of dirt still on Riley’s cheek, her knees grew weak. Riley’s slightly disheveled hair was still pulled back in a braid, little wisps sticking out here and there. Her stomach gave a wild lurch at the sight and she felt a deep stirring working its way down to her center. Then her eyes met Riley’s, a steely gunmetal gray. Oh God, she couldn’t turn away.
She took a step forward, first one, then another and yet another, never breaking the connection between their eyes. Riley met her, step-by-step. She never thought she’d feel like this again, this longing, this desire, this total feeling of wanton abandon. She couldn’t explain it—she couldn’t even if she tried—but everything just felt right. She now reached up and tugged the knot between her breasts holding up the towel free. It fell to the floor with a soft swish and she stood there a foot in front of Riley totally naked, her hard nipples jutting forward and a fire burning between her legs.
Riley suddenly blinked as if coming to her senses and quickly stepped back, shaking her head and waving her arms. “Oh no… this isn’t right.”
Lisa swallowed hard, a leaden ball settling in her stomach, feeling as if she had just been sucker punched. Had she read it wrongly? God, she was such an idiot. What was she thinking? She quickly stooped for the towel, trying her best to hide the deep red now burning across her face. “I’m…I’m…I’m sorry. I’ll just get my things and go.”
“Oh God.” Riley violently shook her head, her eyes now wide. “No, no, no, I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant…I didn’t…you know…just that…”
Lisa stood again, the towel lightly draped across her. If she hadn’t been so embarrassed she might have laughed. Riley appeared to be even more humiliated as she struggled to find her words. “Look, Riley, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”
Riley cut her off with a finger to her lips. “Lisa, I just meant that I’m all dirty and you just took a shower and I didn’t want to get you all dirty again.” She now shrugged.
“You didn’t want me to get dirty?” Lisa burst out laughing. Talk about a relief. She had thought that Riley had shot her down. She couldn’t seem to stop laughing. “Oh Riley.” She shook her head, the towel falling to the floor in a swish for the second time, and stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Riley.
“But…but…Lisa, you’re going to get dirty.” Riley held her arms straight out, leaning away as best she could.
Lisa pulled Riley to her, cupping her hand behind Riley’s head, her fingers intertwined with her hair. “Riley…” She stared directly into Riley’s deep gray eyes. “I can always take another shower.”
With that she pulled Riley toward the shower, slipping off her robe as they went. The clothes Riley had brought for her fell to the floor unnoticed. Riley was even more beautiful than she could have imagined. Her hard nipples were pale pink, the flesh around them puckered. Lisa cupped Riley’s right breast in her hand, the soft weight against her palm. If she had to think of one word to describe Riley’s breasts, it was “perfect”.
She could feel Riley’s breath growing ragged with each touch, with each caress. When she finally ran her thumb over Riley’s hard nipple, Riley actually gasped. That was all she needed. She dove in, sucking Riley’s slightly salty nipple into her mouth, flicking the tip of her tongue over it. This time Riley actually moaned, throwing her head back. That low guttural sound of desire caused her legs to buckle and she wrapped her free arm around Riley to hold herself up.
With Riley’s nipple firmly between her lips, she released Riley’s breast, working her hand slowly, slowly down over her ribs, over her flat and muscular stomach, over the gentle swell of her hips. Almost too soon the tips of her fingers brushed against Riley’s short-cropped triangle of hair, a soft, downy tuft of light brown fur. She slowly caressed up, down, up, down, each time with just a little more pressure, just a little more pressure, the soft wisps of hair tickling the palm of her hand. And then the very tips of her fingers felt the beginnings of a burning, damp heat. It was all she could do not to plunge right in. Instead, she lightly teased the growing dampness, each time a deep moan escaping Riley, her hot, ragged breath pulsing against her neck.
Riley’s back arched, her hips rocking each time to meet her fingers. With each thrust her fingers slipped deeper and deeper into Riley’s warm slippery folds. Riley enveloped her more and more until all she could feel was the heat from Riley’s center. Riley’s breathing became even more ragged, sucking in quick breath after quick breath through her closed teeth. Now each plunge of her fingers was met with the thrust of Riley’s hips, harder, harder, harder—and then she threw her head back…
“Oh dear God, Lisa, I’m coming…I’m COMING…”
Lisa let Riley’s nipple slip from her lips, instead covering Riley’s mouth with hers as Riley clamped down on her fingers, riding the crest of her orgasm. Just the feeling of that almost made her climax herself. She pulled her mouth free, placing her lips to Riley’s ear. “That was so beautiful.”
Riley leaned back, still short of breath. “What? When I came?” She softly laughed.
Lisa nodded, looking once again deep into Riley’s eyes. “Yes, you’re so beautiful when you come.”
Riley pulled her tight, now breathing into her ear. “Well, now it’s your turn to be beautiful.”
Riley slipped her thigh between Lisa’s legs, wrapping her arms tightly around and pulling them close until her breasts lightly touched Riley’s skin. Lisa could feel her nipples aching. Although Riley was several inches shorter, they fit together perfectly. Riley began kissing slowly, oh so slowly, along her neck, leaving a cooling trail along her feverish flesh. Her lips worked over her collarbone, working ever so slowly to her awaiting breast. Lisa closed her eyes. Every nerve in her body seemed to be on fire. Her head began to swim—any minute now and she might fall down, her legs no longer able to support her. She trembled, starting from the very tips of her toes and working upward, ever faster, like a burning wave rushing through her body. But Riley had her, she wasn’t going to fall—at least not her physical body.
She didn’t want this moment to end, this feeling to end. It had been so long since she had felt close to anyone. Riley then drew in her nipple, cooling it with quick flicks from the tip of her tongue. She could feel her orgasm building, a small pinprick of intense heat deep in her center, building and building. But this was too quick. She had barely felt Riley’s touch, just her mouth to her breast. But that heat continued to build and when Riley’s fingers slipped deep in her, she crashed over the edge, wave after wave of pleasure flowing through her body as her own climax claimed her.
“Riley, oh, Riley, oh, oh, OH…”
Riley pulled her in tight, her body continuing to shudder. Then as fast as her orgasm had hit her, she felt the tears trickle down her cheeks. Where had they come from? She never cried during lovemaking, yet here they were—tears still flowing no matter how hard she closed her eyes. Her body gave one last shudder, one final gasp of her orgasm, before she collapsed against Riley. They simply held each other, Riley slowly running her fingers through her short hair.
Finally, Riley whispered into her ear. “Oh my, Lisa. You were so beautiful too.”
Just hearing those words nearly sent her over the edge again. She took Riley’s face in her hands, her fingers cradling her cheeks, and lowered her lips to Riley’s. They kissed, slowly at first, but as their passion again grew Lisa opened her mouth, pulling in Riley’s tongue. Then they traded places, Riley drawing in her tongue and then back again. Finally, she pulled back, gasping, and took Riley by the hand, gently leading her across the tiled floor. She gave Riley a wicked little grin. “Now if I remember right, you still need a shower.”
* * *
Later—much later—they finally made their way to the kitchen for leftovers and wine. If it were up to her, Riley wouldn’t have minded staying in the shower all night. As fun as it was, the hot water finally gave out, driving them o
ut shivering, both laughing in each other’s arms.
“Brrrrr, Riley, your water’s freezing.”
Riley reached for a towel, wrapping it around both of them. “Wouldn’t have anything to do with you keeping us in the shower for an hour?”
“Me?” Lisa quickly pulled back, taking the towel with her. “I didn’t hear you complaining.” She tightly wrapped a towel around her leaving Riley standing there naked and shivering.
Riley cocked a hand on her naked hip. “If I’m not mistaken, wasn’t that you that was just complaining?”
Lisa froze, her mouth dropping open. “Oh really.” She whipped off her towel and quickly rolled it up to flick at Riley. Riley took off on a dead run, racing across the room for a towel of her own. Lisa took aim, lightly snapping her on the butt as she ran by.
Riley grabbed a towel and quickly wrapped it around her backside, heading off any more attacks. “Okay, okay. Truce?”
Lisa gave a devilish grin. “I don’t know, Riley. Not if I get to see your adorable butt running away again.”
“Looks like there’s only one thing I can do then.” She walked toward Lisa one measured step at a time. “Surrender.”
And surrender she had. From the moment Lisa dropped her towel she had surrendered in almost every way. And now, wine glasses in hand, standing in companionable silence as the pot of lentil chili warmed on the stove, their passion satiated for the moment, Riley glanced over at Lisa. For just a second Lisa’s eyebrows knitted together, her forehead wrinkling, as she stared blankly at the stove, and then it was gone.
Riley wondered what had just passed through Lisa’s thoughts. Had this all been too soon? As wonderful as it had been, had it been a mistake? She leaned over and lightly rubbed her elbow against Lisa’s arm, breaking her from her reverie. “Hey, any regrets?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.
Lisa turned, her eyes far off before they suddenly cleared and she gently smiled. “No regrets, Riley. Life’s too short for that.” Lisa raised her wine glass.
Riley lifted her wine glass to Lisa’s, the ching ringing through the kitchen. She had to agree—life was too short for regrets.
After a quick meal Riley rinsed the bowls in the sink. When she turned around Lisa was leaning against the countertop watching her, her glass of wine frozen a few inches from her lips. Maybe it was her imagination, but a distance had developed between them. If only she could read what was going on with Lisa, but this was always where she was so bad at interpersonal relations. Try as she might, she just couldn’t read Lisa’s expression.
Lisa lowered her glass of wine. “This has been such an awesome day, Riley…”
Riley felt her chest tighten. Somehow she knew a but was coming. “…but you want to leave, right?”
“What? No…no, Riley. That’s not what I was thinking at all. I was going to say I didn’t want to see it end, but…” Lisa drew the last word out.
Now, she couldn’t figure out what Lisa was getting at. “But…what?” She really wasn’t good at this.
“But…” Again, Lisa drew the word out. “You should invite me to stay the night.”
“Oh.” And then it hit her. “Oh, would you like to stay the night, Lisa?”
“Why Riley, I would love to. So kind of you to ask.” Lisa beamed as she reached out, taking Riley’s hand in hers.
Wordlessly she led Lisa through her dark house to the master suite. As soon as they crossed the threshold of the French doors she flipped on the lights and quickly dimmed them to a subtle orange glow. With Lisa’s hand still in hers, she guided her to the edge of the bed.
Lisa squinted, managing a half frown, half smile at the same time. “So serious, Riley.”
“This is serious business.” Riley stared directly into Lisa’s eyes while slowly, ever so slowly, working Lisa’s sweatshirt up her long torso past her breasts.
Just as Lisa’s eyes were about to disappear under the cloth, she raised her eyebrows. “Want me to…?”
“Sure, that’d be great.” She wasn’t sure she’d be able to reach if Lisa raised her arms straight up. The deliciously tall woman. Grace had been right—she was an Amazon warrior. While Lisa was pulling the Central Michigan sweatshirt over her head, Riley took advantage of the moment and quickly shed her thin, silky black robe and stood before her completely naked. She fought the urge to cross her arms over her breasts.
Lisa next slid the sweats down over her hips. Riley stared as the razor thin strip of dark reddish hair slowly came into view. That was what Riley wanted the most at that moment, to follow that little strip of hair like an arrow to Lisa’s center. Even standing three feet away she could smell the sweet musky aroma of Lisa’s arousal. Or maybe it was hers. She was certainly aroused and becoming more so every second. The heat between her thighs felt like a furnace.
Lisa had worked the sweats to the middle of her long, muscular thighs. Without a sound they dropped to the floor. She stepped one foot out and with the other kicked the sweats to the side and stepped forward into Riley’s arms.
Together they slid onto Riley’s bed, the dark burgundy satin sheets whispering against their skin. Riley felt a shiver run up her spine. Lisa lay on her back, her head propped up against the pillows. She gently pulled Riley toward her, toward her awaiting mouth. But Riley had other ideas, something much more intimate, as she lowered her mouth to Lisa’s left breast, gently sucking in her nipple. Lisa moaned immediately. She swirled her tongue around the hot, puckered flesh, lightly nipping at her nipple with her teeth. She then slowly worked her way to Lisa’s other breast, kissing a trail along the way.
Unlike the earlier frenzied passion, this time the lovemaking was slow, sensual. Riley took her time, savoring all of Lisa. Next she began kissing her way down Lisa’s body. When she reached Lisa’s belly button, she slowly traced around it with the very tip of her tongue as Lisa’s flat stomach rose and fell, rose and fell in time with her low, guttural moans. Next she worked ever lower, pacing herself, drawing out each sensation, but as she felt the first traces of that short, thin line of hair caress her bottom lip, she fought every urge to dive in.
Forcing herself to take it slowly, she followed that line. By now Lisa’s scent was overwhelming, sending her own arousal into overdrive. She pulled back, taking in the view of Lisa in front of her. Such a gorgeous sight. That little thin strip of hair was all there was. She lowered her lips down to Lisa’s soft, smooth labia. She ran her tongue along Lisa’s warm, intimate skin, tickling the tip of her tongue and sending pulsating shivers throughout her own body. She traced down the opposite side and this time Lisa raised her hips, almost begging, the soft whimper escaping her throat.
Riley couldn’t take it any longer. She slipped her tongue between Lisa’s slippery folds. As she delved deeper she could feel Lisa’s heat wrapping around her tongue. And the taste, oh my the taste, was intoxicating—a salty sweetness or was it a sweet saltiness? She wouldn’t have thought it possible but her own excitement increased even more. She was in danger of coming right then without Lisa laying a hand on her.
As Lisa’s moans became louder, more ragged, she worked up to her hard, erect clitoris and drew it between her lips. She flicked it once, twice, and Lisa bucked her hips. Lisa wrapped her right arm over her eyes and twisted the sheets with her free hand, now gasping for breath. Riley sucked again on her clitoris, drawing it again past her lips, the small mound continuing to grow. The harder she sucked, the higher and higher Lisa raised her hips. Riley followed her, continuing her intimate attention. Then as she flicked Lisa’s swollen, tender clitoris one more time with the tip of her tongue, Lisa’s body tensed, her back arched. She could feel shudder after shudder rock Lisa’s body as her thighs clamped tightly against her cheeks.
Lisa cried out as she rode the wave of her orgasm. Riley almost climaxed herself just listening to it. It was all she could do not to reach down and finish herself. But then Lisa shuddered one last time and collapsed back against the bed.
“Oh, Riley.” Lisa
gasped in breath after hot breath. “I can’t believe what you do to me.”
“I hope you like it.” Riley knelt between Lisa’s legs, the evidence of Lisa’s arousal glistening on her chin.
“Are you kidding?” Lisa quickly sat up and grabbed Riley by the arms, pulled her down against her chest. “Riley, that was absolutely amazing.”
All Riley could do was smile as she looked up at Lisa. No words came to mind that could even begin to describe what she was feeling.
Lisa wrapped her arms around her tight and breathed into her ear. “There’s only one thing, Riley.”
Riley was afraid to even ask. Had she done something wrong? Had she left something out? “Ah…ah…um…”
Lisa giggled softly under her and she breathed again into her ear, this time her voice low and husky. “Now…” She drew the word out. “Now…it’s your turn.” And in one smooth, quick move she flipped Riley over onto her back.
It couldn’t have been more than a couple of minutes before Riley rolled her head back, digging her toes into the satin sheets and succumbing to Lisa’s intimate touch. Again Lisa knew exactly where to touch her to send her crashing over the edge. But as she lay there beside Lisa, her entire body still highly sensitive to even the slightest movement, the slightest touch, she struggled to keep her eyes open. She rolled onto her side and draped her arm across Lisa’s bare chest, sending another wave of deep tremors through her body. Lisa smiled at her, a look of almost drunken pleasure in her eyes, and cupped her hand to Riley’s cheek.
“This is incredible. You are incredible.”
Riley wholeheartedly agreed. “So are you, Lisa. So are you.”
With that she closed her eyes and drifted off. When Riley briefly awoke in the early morning hours to find herself still wrapped in Lisa’s arms, her body pressed against her long, long frame, she leaned in and lightly pressed her lips to Lisa’s forehead before she fell back into a mercifully dreamless sleep.
Joie de Vivre Page 8