Playing For Keeps

by Houston, Michelle

  “Chris. Nice to meet you, Nike.” His coal black eyes looked down at her as he spoke, widening when the moonlight caught on her face.

  “It’s you!”

  Nike dropped her hold on him and took a step back at his exclamation.

  Chris ran a hand through his hair, sending the tiny charms in his braid tingling. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you, but who, what, are you?”

  Nike cocked her head to the side, considering just what he was asking.

  “I saw you in a vision. The invitation, then you, but you were different. You were wearing the clothing of the ancient Greeks, and you were standing beside a much taller woman who was holding a sword. Always before we were in bed together, with the shadow of a woman cast on the wall next to us. You’ve visited my dreams for months, but the other night was the first time it was different, the first time you appeared in my vision quest. What’s going on?”

  Nike struggled with what to tell him. She didn’t want to divulge too much, it was too big of a risk. But at the same time, she knew he wouldn’t be satisfied with a pat answer.

  “What did the invitation sound like to you?”

  Christ shrugged. “At first I was worried it was a swinger’s party or something, but even as I told myself I shouldn’t go, I felt this compulsion to find out. And my vision quests have never led me to harm.”

  Nike laughed softly at his description of the party Aphrodite threw every year. It was the second best she had heard, topped only by Athena’s that is was a breeding ground for demi-gods/goddesses. While many of the deities indulged in honest affairs of the heart, several of them used it as an opportunity to score with the all too willing mortals.

  “I am trusting you, because rarely is the invitation sent out to one who does not keep the secret. I guess everyone wants a chance to come back next year.” Waving her hand, Nike conjured a bench just ahead of them. As she talked, she started guiding him forward.

  “The party is held by some of the deities of Olympus.” As soon as the words left her mouth, they reached the bench. Chris swayed slightly, and she guided him down onto the cold stone.

  He sat there, silently looking at her as if she had grown another head.

  “I know it’s hard to believe, but it’s true. I am the Goddess Nike. I have a feeling that the other woman you saw in your vision was Athena, my lover.”

  Chris’ eyes widened. As he inhaled sharply, Nike turned and looked over her shoulder. Athena walked out of the forest, the owl perched on her shoulder. Dressed in full toga and sandals, she could have stepped out of a mythology text, complete with owl perched on her shoulder. All that was missing was her sword and shield.

  “This isn’t real,” he whispered, despite the evidence in front of him.

  Athena laughed softly as she perched on the bench next to Nike, squeezing her between the two warm bodies; one mortal, the other a Goddess.

  “We are as real as your visions, your spirit guide, and your ancestors.” The owl on her shoulder spread its wings, lightly ruffling Nike’s hair, and then lifted into the air. As they watched it dived about, catching the air currents, its wings flapping in a steady rhythm until it landed on a branch several feet above their heads.

  Nike almost felt sorry for the mortal, he looked so confused. Yet deep within the coal black depths of his eyes, she could see his awareness of her and Athena, the kindling of desire. It was tempting, the urge to peek into his thoughts, to stroke the fire that was building.

  She was held back, not by her own willpower, but by Athena leaning down and lightly nipping at the side of her neck. Chris inhaled swiftly, and as Nike watched his pupils dilated.

  Athena’s strong arms wrapped around Nike’s waist, her battle roughened palms sliding over the bare skin of her midriff. They had made love just hours before, but already her body was awakening to her lover’s touch.

  “You’re here, Chris, because I have taken a special interest in you. I issued the invitation.” Nike jerked at her lover’s words.

  “Why?”

  Rather than answer him, Athena stood and shrugged her shoulder, sending the toga sliding off of her body. As striking as one of the famed Amazon warriors, the Goddess was toned and yet shapely. She wasn’t held to mortal standards of strength, but rather that of the Gods. Her form sleek and lush, Athena was almost overwhelming at first glance. Despite her auburn hair being cut short, she was very much a sensual woman.

  As Athena held out her hand, Nike was helpless to do anything other than let her lover pull her to her feet. She had long fantasized about Athena joining her exploits with men, but the Goddess had always held back, claiming she wasn’t interested in the male of the species. Occasionally a mortal male had piqued her interest, but the fancy passed long before it could come to fruition.

  “You ask why? Have you not dreamed of Nike, almost as long as you can remember? Do you not awaken in the night, your cock hard and begging for her, your hands reaching for her, until your mind registers that it was but a dream? Do you not feel like you know her, without having exchanged a whole conversation?”

  Her gaze locked on Chris’, Nike watched as he nodded.

  She felt the briefest touch of Athena’s lips along her shoulder as her dress slithered down her body, catching for a moment on the hard tips of her nipples before pooling at her feet.

  “Is this not your fondest wish—to meet the woman who haunts your dreams?”

  “Yes,” he whispered, his voice taunt with need. Unconsciously he held out his hand, a silent invitation.

  Stepping closer to Chris, Nike leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss against his lips. As she moved back, he followed, until he stood pressed against her, his clothing rough against her skin.

  Behind her, Athena kneeled, her calloused fingertips gliding up and down Nike’s inner thighs.

  Lifting her hands between them, Nike unbuttoned his linen shirt and slid her hands to his shoulders, parting the material. Chris shrugged out of it, baring his golden skin to the moonlight. Without hesitation, Nike leaned down and kissed a trail along his pectorals, feeling the muscles jump under her lips.

  Athena’s attention shifted between her legs, her fingertip now lighting gliding along Nike’s pussy, causing her to gasp and bite her lip.

  Closing her eyes at the sensation, she pressed her upper body closer to Chris’, feeling his heated skin against her breasts. His hands cupped her cheeks, holding her still as his mouth pressed against hers, his tongue sweeping past her lips to plunder her mouth.

  Nike whimpered as Athena flicked her tongue along the seam of her pussy lips, and then delved deeply into her core, mimicking Chris’ movements.

  Chris’ cock was hard, straining against the material between them. Rocking her hips, Nike alternated between grinding against him and arching back into Athena’s tonguing. Her body flushed with desire, she wanted to drop to her knees and beg one of them to claim her, to put her out of her misery, but the dual sensation was too delicious to risk ending.

  Athena was too volatile—one wrong move and the Goddess might leave. Almost as if her thoughts had caused it, Athena stood, her body brushing along Nike’s back. Lips she had kissed endless tips pursed against her right ear. “On your knees,” Athena whispered. Her hands pushed gently along Nike’s shoulders, guiding her down.

  Dropping to the cushion of the moist grass, Nike looked directly at Chris’ crotch. She could feel Athena moving closer, and then the Goddess leaned over her, her hands on the zipper of Chris’ slacks. Nike licked her lips in breathless anticipation as Athena slowly pulled down Chris’ zipper and his cock sprang free.

  Then his pants simply disappeared, but he didn’t seem to notice he never removed them or his shoes. Leaning forward, he brushed his cock along Nike’s cheek, the charms in his hair tingling with the movement.

  Nike parted her lips, and the velvety soft head of his cock brushed against them. She shuddered at the first sensation before it slid between her lips. Sucking gently on the tip, she ro
lled her tongue around it, savoring the salty-sweetness of his pre-come.

  She could hear Athena moving around behind her, but when she flicked her gaze upward, all she saw was the captivating sight of Chris, with his eyes closed, his head slightly tipped back, his lips parted. A groan sounded in the night air, causing the forest creatures to fall silent.

  Chapter Five

  “By the gods,’ Chris gasped, and pulled away. Looking up at him, she found his attention focused somewhere behind her. Shifting to turn around, Nike felt the change in the floor beneath her. Gone was the moist grass; it was replaced by cold marble. Before she looked over her shoulder, she already had a good idea of where they were—the replica of the Parthenon Athena has built in Olympus. She hadn’t even been aware of the movement to bring them here.

  “Come here, mortal.” Athena’s voice echoed off the stone walls; the command of a Goddess for her subject—not to be denied.

  Chris stepped around her and started to walk towards Athena. Gracefully, Nike stood and followed. Athena was reclining on a feather bed, propped up by a rather large pillow. Gloriously naked, she made Nike mindful of the first time they had made love. It was in this very room of the temple, the original temple in Athens.

  She knew Chris being there, having the whole scene recreated for him, meant something to Athena. But at the moment, she was too distracted to care. Athena held out her hand, and grasping it, Nike climbed onto the bed. The scent of her lover’s arousal was intoxicating.

  Kneeling between Athena’s spread legs, Nike started to kiss along her inner thighs. She could feel the bed dip behind her, then the delicious sensation of a hard cock rubbing between her legs.

  Chris’ hands grasped her hips and pulled her back against him, as she started to tongue the cleft of Athena’s pussy. The warrior Goddess tangled her fingers in Nike’s hand and pressed her pussy tight against her face.

  “Yesss,” Athena hissed between her teeth.

  Nike’s giggle turned to a gasp as Chris thrust hard, sliding his cock halfway in with one movement. Arching back against him, she nuzzled her face against Athena’s pussy, licking along the seam of her pussy lips before delving inside.

  Her senses whirling with her greatest fantasy coming to life, Nike clenched her pussy tight around Chris’ cock, thrilling in the feel of his length sliding fully into her core. Beneath her, Athena shifted, pushing Nike away.

  “I want to try something,” the Goddess stated and Nike nodded.

  “Roll over, and lay back against me.”

  Nike groaned as Chris slid his cock free; her body was screaming for more, not less. Moving as quickly as she could, Nike rolled over and moved back against her lover, fitting into the valley of her thighs. The heat of Athena’s pussy pressed firmly against the small of her back.

  The warrior goddess started to pluck and play with her nipples, as Nike coaxed Chris to come closer.

  With a teasing smile, he covered her body with his, the hard pebbles of his nipples rubbing along her chest. Pressing an opened mouthed kiss against her lips, he reclaimed her pussy, thrusting hard and deep.

  Nike felt Athena shift beneath her, then the familiar feel of her lover’s slender fingers sliding down her stomach to manipulate her clit. Gasping, Nike arched against the double sensation, as she returned Chris’ kiss.

  Not wanting her beloved to feel left out, Nike broke the kiss and turned her head to the side, silently asking for Athena to kiss her. Closing her eyes, she gave herself up to the sensations, as Chris started running his hands over her body, occasionally meeting Athena’s hands, while she alternated between kissing them both.

  It was incredible, the feel of his cock thrusting deep, simultaneous to the small of her back dampened with Athena’s cream. Turning her head again, to brush her lips against Athena’s, Nike’s pulse skipped a beat as Chris followed, and she felt his tongue gliding along the edge of her mouth as Athena kissed her. What resulted was a weird three-way kiss that surpassed her wildest fantasies.

  The sleek glide of Chris’ cock, in and out, thrust and retreat, fell into a faster rhythm. Breathing heavily, he was picking up his pace and driving her closer to an orgasm.

  Athena continued to manipulate her clit, and she could feel Athena’s other hand between their bodies, slowly stroking her own delicious bundle of nerves.

  A dipped his head, pressing his forehead against the side of her neck as he hardened the pace. Nike could feel her body slapping against her lover’s, grinding skin against skin. In a very symbolic way, by positioning them the way she had, Athena was basically allowing Chris to make love to her too, without any real penetration.

  Gasping at the realization, her eyes flew open in time to see Athena’s close as her body started to shudder. She could feel her undulate beneath her, grinding her pelvis against the upper curve of Nike’s ass as the Goddess climaxed.

  She felt her own orgasm build, her body squeezing tighter and gripping Chris harder, until with a soft scream she climaxed. Chris groaned, and started to shake. His beads brushed against Nike’s nipple as he pumped his hips in tiny jerks, his come a molten heat within her core.

  Chapter Six

  Uncertain how much time passed, Nike continued to run her hands over Chris’ shoulders and back, while Athena gently stroked her tangled hair. She didn’t want to be the first to speak and break the spell.

  Judging by the soft kisses Chris was pressing against any part of skin her could reach, he wasn’t willing for it to end either. Finally she couldn’t take it any longer.

  “How long have you been watching him?” Even as she said the words she felt Chris tense against her.

  Athena laughed softly, her breath rustling Nike’s hair. “Ever since he brought his friend to the shelter a year ago. The compassion in his eyes when he stared at Alicia, the trust in hers as she allowed him to be her strength, intrigued me.”

  Chris head jerked up at her statement, shock causing his eyes to widen. “The dreams started soon after that. I remember you now.”

  Thoughts swirled in a whirlwind as Nike fought to process what Athena was saying, and what she wasn’t. “So you’ve been planning this…a year now?”

  Athena nodded and shifted. Nike found herself cuddling against Chris chest, with Athena spooned against her back, and no real memory of actually moving.

  “What was the one thing you wanted above all else?” Athena asked.

  Nike closed her eyes and tried to figure out how to answer her beloved without hurting her. Before she could frame an answer, Athena spoke again.

  “You always wanted to feel complete. As much as you love me, you have often wished for me to do more than accept your dalliances with men—you have wanted me to be a part of it. Even though I do not desire Chris that way, I have come to admire him, and respect him.”

  Twirling his brain around her finger, Nike thought about what Athena was admitting.

  “So you caused my dreams?” Nike shivered at the deep rumble of his voice. She could only imagine how he was feeling; the bottom had dropped out from under both of them at Athena’s announcement.

  “No,” Athena responded, as her hand stroked up and down Nike’s side. “Your dreams are not mine to influence; what your vision quests bring you is guided by your own deities and your ancestors.”

  “Then what does this mean for us?” Try as she might, Nike couldn’t breathe as she waited for Athena to speak. Judging by the sudden tension flowing from him, neither could Chris.

  One moment they were all lying together in the big bed in the temple, the next they were fully dressed and standing in the clearing from which they started.

  Chris sat down suddenly on the bench Nike had conjured earlier, and Nike felt lightheaded enough she was tempted to join him. Athena stepped back, drawing their attention to her.

  “I don’t know where we go…that is up to him.” With a wave of her hand, she motioned at Chris, where he sat, slouched over and watching them with his dark eyes.

  “What are
your wishes, Chris?”

  He swallowed heavily and stood. A shaft of moonlight cast half his face in shadows, accenting the striking cheekbones and the beads glistening in his hair. Head held high, he met Athena head on.

  “When I arrived, I was hopeful that my wish would bring the woman from my dreams to me. Now that I have found you both—my wish would be to stay with you, for as long as you will have me.”

  Nike giggled as the scenery changed again and they stood in the living room of the home she and Athena shared. Athena started walking towards the stairs and started up them, her hips seductively swaying with every step. Looking back over her shoulder, the warrior Goddess smiled. “Well come on then, we haven’t got all night and I admit I have been curious the masculine form. If you’re willing Chris, I think I want to explore the differences between you and Nike.”

  Nike’s giggle turned to a soft scream as Chris lifted her into his arms and carried her to the stairs and up them. It seemed her wish was also to come true.

  About the Author

  Born to ride on the back of dragons, to journey among the stars in a ship traveling faster than light, or to dance the night away in the arms of a mysterious vampire, Michelle Houston willingly shares the worlds in her mind in an effort to bring them to life.

  Writing everything from short and sweet stories, to hot and spicy tales of kink, from contemporary tales of romance to erotic romances featuring Greek gods, vampires and were-creatures, she has crossed sexualities and has gone wherever her mental muse has guided her, a journey she has never regretted.

  Beyond that, she has a love of the natural world around us (except for insects, spiders, snakes, scorpions, and she reserves the right to add more at any time) and hopes to share the enjoyment of the earth with her students once she finally earns her degree in secondary Biology/Earth Science Education.

  In other words, she is an ordinary woman with an imagination that is only held in bounds by how fast she can type.