Playing For Keeps

by Houston, Michelle

  “Mmmm, thanks, Athena.” When she heard the phone click as Athena set it into the cradle, Alicia disconnected her own phone and turned to the two Gods who were doing their best to tease and torment her. “I was on the phone.”

  “And now you’re not,” he retorted, which as all the warning she got before Pothos grabbed her hips and pulled her into the floor. Knowing it was useless to resist the will of the Olympian Gods, she gave in gracefully and whole-heartedly to their attention. Within minutes, she was naked and being worshiped by her two personal Gods.

  A Wish and a Threesome

  Chapter One

  Nike looked up as Athena came through the door to their home. Her cheeks still rosy from the cold, she nonetheless walked with the long-legged stride of a warrior Goddess. As she tossed her coat onto the back of the chair facing Nike, and moved around to stand behind her, Nike knew Athena was up to something.

  Feeling the cold of her lover’s cheek on her neck moments before the whisper of Athena’s breath, she leaned back into the kiss, relishing the moment of affection before Athena let her know what she wanted.

  “Nike, sweetheart, I have a favor I need to ask of you.” Even as she spoke Athena slid her hands down Nike’s shoulders, caressing her arms through the thick sweater she wore.

  “Mmmm, what?” Ever since they had moved to mortal earth from Olympus, and Athena had started working at a women’s shelter some of the deities had started up, their time together had decreased. Nike had come to savor the moments when Athena was fresh from work, and feeling frisky.

  “I convinced Aphrodite to issue an invitation to one of the women I have been working with at the shelter. Alicia has started to come out of her protective shell she entered after leaving her husband. She’s ready to start living again, and I think a weekend of fantasy, and a wish granted by one of the Gods, will do her some good.”

  “An invitation to the Olympian party?”

  Athena nipped at the side of her neck before answering. “Yes.”

  Nike tipped her head back, resting the top of her head against Athena’s shoulder. “So what’s the favor you want me to perform?”

  “I want you to help Alicia relax before she meets some of the other deities.”

  Nike groaned at the sound of that. She had been fighting some mild jealousy ever since Athena had started working with the shelter, but she knew her lover was performing a valuable service to the mortal women who needed it. Playing nursemaid to one of them, when she could be spending time with her lover, didn’t really appeal to her.

  However, as Athena’s warm hands cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples through the bulky material of her sweater, she knew she was putty in the Goddess’ hands. Athena knew just where to touch, to coax her into doing as she wished. Nike knew she might be the Goddess of Victory, but Athena would ultimately win any battle of wills they entered into. She was a master of strategy, and had the advantage of centuries of being her lover to call upon.

  But that didn’t mean she had to give in easily. If Athena wanted her to help Alicia out, she was going to have to work for it.

  “I might be persuaded to attend the party, and help her over her fears, if there was something in it for me.” Wiggling her nose, she made her clothing disappear.

  Chapter Two

  Athena’s chuckle filled the room as she leaned over the couch and effortlessly swung Nike into her arms. Wrapping her slender arms around her lover’s neck, Nike let her carry her into their bedroom where Athena gently set her down on the bedspread. As Athena lay down over her, one moment her clothes were there, the next they had disappeared, and her lover’s tanned skin was pressed tight against Nike’s alabaster white flesh.

  With a soft whimper she started moving restlessly under the auburn-haired Goddess, eager to feel Athena’s long, slender fingers between her thighs. As their lips met, and their tongues dueled, she clasped Athena’s shoulders and held her tight as the Goddess settled firmly into the V of her thighs. Her hands gripped Nike’s ass and pulled her up so that their groins rubbed against each other.

  The delicious friction had Nike moaning into her lover’s mouth, grinding her slick flesh against Athena’s. Breaking the kiss, she arched her back and pressed her arching nipples against the soft warmth of the other Goddess’ breasts. Sliding her hands down Athena’s shoulders and around to her breasts, she pinched and tugged on the Goddess’ nipples, drawing a moan of appreciation past parted lips. She could feel the warm cream of Athena’s passion leaking on to her inner thighs, mingling with her own. The heady scent of their desire filled the room, sending Nike’s sense whirling.

  Despite the centuries together, her desire for the other Goddess hadn’t diminished. In fact, Nike sometimes wondered if she would be able to handle it if it grew any greater. Every time they were together she felt more out of control, every nerve in her body more exposed and demanding.

  Pressing her lips against Athena’s neck, she nipped and nibbled her way to the sleek curve of her lover’s earlobe and grasped it gently between her teeth. Athena responded by curling her fingers into the soft flesh of Nike’s ass, just hard enough to sting slightly. Nike wiggled in response, sliding her moist heat over Athena’s flesh, leaving a wet trail, evidence of her passion. She parted her legs wider as Athena released her hold on her ass, and reached between them, her fingers nimble as they stroked over Nike’s clit until she was a quivering mass of nerves.

  “Athena,” she gasped, unable to stand the torment any longer. She had to feel the glide of her lover’s fingers in her core, stroking the sensitive inner flesh until she climaxed.

  “Mmm, what love?” Athena fairly purred, confidence in her sensuality lacing her words. Nike dropped one of her hands between them, her knuckles brushing against Athena’s as she started caressing her lover’s pussy.

  “Stop teasing,” she managed to gasp out as Athena pinched her clit, sending tiny shockwaves throughout her body. One long finger slid in deep, swirled around in her cream, and then was pulled free.

  “You mean like that?”

  “Yes, damn you,” Nike wailed, arching her lithe body against Athena’s firmer one, eager for any contact between their flesh.

  Nike almost wept as Athena slid her finger back in, then added a second, scissoring them inside of her core. She responded in kind, earning a soft groan from her lover. Athena’s pussy clenched around her fingers, and she couldn’t help herself, Nike added a third finger and thrust them hard into the other Goddess’ core. Athena’s grey eyes closed and her head dipped down, resting against Nike’s shoulder. She shifted to the side, and Nike curled with her, until they lay on the bed facing each other, their legs spread, and fingers deep in each other’s pussies.

  Gasps and moans filled the room as passion swept over them both, and Nike quickly crested, her body strung too tight form Athena’s teasing. As she did, she thrust her fingers hard into her lover’s pussy and pressed a kiss against her lips, moaning into Athena’s mouth.

  The auburn-haired Goddess swallowed her moan and pulled away, throwing her head back and screaming as Nike’s fingers pushed her over the edge. Sweaty skin rubbing together, their nipples brushed against each other as they grinded their upper bodies together, each seeking to drive the other into another orgasm.

  Her fingers slick with Athena’s cream, Nike pulled them free moments before Athena crested again, and gathering all her will power, pushed Athena’s hand free of her own core. She wanted to taste her lover’s passion, feel it flowing into her mouth.

  It took only a though and she had changed positions on the bed, her face pressed tight against Athena’s pussy. She inhaled deeply as she leaned forward, her tongue flicking against Athena’s clit. Firm hands gripped Nike’s thighs, pulled her forward and holding her legs apart as Athena delved into her pussy, sucking and tongue bathing her clit until she had Nike trembling.

  It was a struggle to hold back her orgasm, but Nike wanted her lover to climax first. Thrusting two fingers into Athena’s puss
y, she started stroking deeply as he sucked the tiny nub of Athena’s arousal, until the slick inner muscles of her lover’s pussy clenched her fingers tight and a rush of arousal flowed into her waiting mouth. Licking up her lover’s cream sent her body into a tailspin, and she climaxed with Athena’s tongue buried deep in her core.

  Nike collapsed back on the bed, struggling for breath. She had almost managed to form a coherent though when she felt Athena settled between her thighs, her mouth once again doing delicious things. Looking down the line of her own body, Nike saw the sparkle in the grey-depths of her lover’s eyes and knew Athena wasn’t done with her yet.

  For the next few hours her warrior Goddess coaxed and pleaded, and finally claimed her victory. When they both finally managed to come up for air, Nike agreed to do Athena her favor, just as they both knew she would. She loved the Goddess too much to deny her anything.

  * * * *

  Several hours later, Nike sat in front of her mirror running a brush through her reddish-golden hair, when Athena sat up in bed. Gone in an instant was the sleepy grey-eyed Goddess, and in her place was Athena wearing her determined ‘I have a plan’ look that she had spent centuries perfecting. Sighing, Nike set down the brush and turned to face her lover.

  “Okay, what is it?”

  “When you go tonight, you can’t be gentle with her. Alicia’s courage will fail her and she will back out. You have to be obnoxious. She can’t stand that.

  “Obnoxious?”

  Athena nodded, her eyes sparkling. “Yes. And I know just what you need to do.”

  Nike couldn’t help laughing as Athena laid out her plan, in full detail. It just might work, and rather than being the boring babysitting detail she had been expecting, Nike found herself thinking she might even have some fun with it all.

  Chapter Three

  Raising her hand, Nike knocked softly against the door assigned to Athena’s charge. As Alicia called out for her to enter, she pushed open the door and sent a cloud of sparkling dust into the room before she flounced in. Mimicking Aphrodite at her most annoying just like Athena had told her to, Nike started gushing as soon as she walked into the room.

  “Hi, I’m Nike. Athena asked me to make sure everything was going okay, and Aphrodite asked that I help you get dressed for the banquet.” Stifling the urge to giggle at Alicia’s stupefied look, Nike had to admit she was kind of cute in a fish with its mouth opening and closing kind of way. She held the silk toga in front of her like she was a vestal virgin and Nike was about to claim her maidenhead.

  Finally she managed to speak, and Nike knew before she said anything that Alicia was stronger than Athena gave her credit for. She could also see that their plan was working. Alicia looked ready to flee the room into whatever awaited, just to get away from her.

  “Um, thanks, Nike, but I think I can—”

  Now that she was here, Nike could see so much potential to the woman. She just had to get her out of her own way first. Holding up her hand, she cut Alicia off.

  “Okay, but have you ever in your life put on a toga? ‘Cause let me tell you, girlfriend, they are a pain to wrap around you and get to stay up.” Going for the offense had always been more Aphrodite and Athena’s thing, but in this case it seemed warranted. “So, still want me to go?”

  Nike summoned up gum and started snapping it while she waited for Alicia to make up her mind. Finally she nodded and Nike could get to work. Wiggling her nose, she gave Alicia a light dusting of makeup, while she worked to wrap the toga around her.

  Cracking her gum, just to get Alicia worked up, she pulled the cloth tight and snapped a fold into place. Nike finally knew what to do with the mortal’s hair, and with a grin she wiggled her nose again. Instantly the straight tresses formed into an intricate knot, with ringlets framing her face.

  Turning her to face the mirror, Nike blinked back tears of pride. She couldn’t go all soft now. Alicia needed to be feisty to face down her fears. “Okay, all done. So whatcha think? I did good, huh?”

  As the mortal opened her eyes, a grimace crossed her delicate features until she caught sight of herself. The gasp was well worth it.

  “How did you ... I didn’t feel .....”

  “Well, duh! I’m a Goddess, silly.” Seeing the tears forming in Alicia’s eyes, Nike let it all fly out, kicking her obnoxious mannerisms into double time. “I do know how to do the whole bibbidy bobbedy boo thing.”

  Nike giggled at the shocked look on Alicia’s face, it was priceless. She wished she had a camera. “Although, Athena hates it when I call it that.”

  The poor mortal was beginning to get the look she recognized. She was wracking her brain for an excuse, any excuse, to flee. Aphrodite often had that effect on people. Tickled, and feeling her wicked juices bubbling, Nike turned it up a notch. “She blames me because the Muses gave Disney the idea. As if! Like I can really control them. There’s, like, nine of them. Hello! Well, anyways, I have to get going before she like sends out a search party. Ta ta, darling. Enjoy your evening.”

  Wiggling her fingers at Alicia, she flounced out of the room and closed the door. As soon as it clicked, she leaned back against the wall and gave into the laughter that had been threatening to overwhelm her the whole time.

  Doubling over, she wrapped her arms around her waist as she laughed so hard her sides started hurting. Wiggling her nose, she transported herself outside the mansion Aphrodite had selected to house her party this year.

  Taking a deep breath, she inhaled the cool night air and tried to bring herself under control. After centuries spent being prim and proper, the perfectly serious Goddess of Victory, she was enjoying being able to cut loose now and again. Thankfully Athena knew how to use that, and turned a boring evening into fun, while still helping one of her ladies from the shelter out.

  Nike began thinking about going into the shelter herself and doing some volunteer work. Helping Alicia blossom had been enjoyable.

  “Excuse me, miss, I think I must be lost.”

  Chapter Four

  Nike turned at the sound of a man’s voice and gasped when she caught sight of him. His tanned skin almost glowed in the moonlight, giving away his Native American heritage. His nose, a thin straight blade, perfectly accented his high cheeks bones. Long ebony hair curled against the collar of his linen shirt. Beads adorned a single braid, which brushed against his cheek with each breath.

  Clenching her legs tight, she ignored the rush of desire and turned her attention to finding out what he needed.

  “Where are you trying to go?”

  He shrugged. “I’m not sure exactly.” He shifted back and forth, rocking slightly on his heels, obviously uncomfortable with the conversation. “I know how this sounds, but I had a vision a few nights ago, and when I came out of it there was this invitation on the bed next to me. I looked out the window, and my spirit guide was perched on a tree limb.”

  Despite the stillness of his body, Nike could feel the vibrations of tension humming off of him. She also knew how absurd what he said was, and that a normal mortal would have freaked at his admission.

  “What does your invitation say exactly?” Nike had to be sure before she led him to the party. The fact that he was open to the existence of things like spirit guides and a vision quest was a benefit, but he was arriving late, and not by the usual means. The last thing Aphrodite, and the rest of the Olympian deities needed was the mortal press getting into the party. So he could be playing her, setting her up to reveal more than she should. At the same time, she knew she has to give him some benefit of the doubt—especially if he could produce a legitimate invitation.

  She watched the young man rummage in his pack, finally pulling out a carefully folded piece of parchment. She recognized the paper immediately just by the smell Aphrodite always placed on the paper. Ambrosia, the nectar of the Gods. An invitation without the scent was a forgery. It made sorting out who was and who was not invited easier, especially with the other deities sneaking names on when Aphrodite
wasn’t looking.

  “It says,

  Explore the limits of your imagination during an all expenses paid weekend to paradise. Have your wishes granted, your fantasies fulfilled, and return to reality feeling sated and relaxed as you never have before.”

  “You’ve come to the right place then. I’ll show you to the main hall.” Stepping forward, Nike wrapped her hand around his arm. Feeling the muscles jerk beneath her palm, she couldn’t hold back a shudder of feminine awareness. Despite the love she felt for her fellow Goddess, she had often longed for the touch of a man, so with her lover’s consent, she had taken a male lover from time to time.

  “Hoooo, hoooo.” Knowing what she would find before she looked up, Nike traced the sound and found an owl sitting on one of the branches, just a few feet away.

  The man next to her froze, almost as if he had seen Medusa and been turned to stone. Turning her gaze to him, Nike found him staring at the owl, his eyes wide. “My spirit guide—k” he breathed, almost unconsciously.

  Looking back at the owl, Nike watched it blink several times, and then it spread its wings and flew away. Shaking her head at the lengths her lover had gone to, she had to admit it was the first time Athena had brought her a man. There was no doubt that the creature had been one of the dozen owls Athena had raised. The little beast had winked at her before it flew away.

  Tightening her grip on his arm, Nike propelled the man into motion. He might be attractive, but she wasn’t going to make the first move. At heart, she was submissive. She wouldn’t have been able to survive the centuries with Athena otherwise. The Goddess was loving and a tender and skilled lover, but she was also what the mortal’s termed a control freak.

  “I’m Nike.”