Score

by Mj Williamz

They lay facing each other and Ronda ran her hand over Gayla’s skin.

  “I love your skin. It’s like porcelain against mine,” Ronda said. “And it’s so soft and smooth.”

  “You’re skin’s pretty soft too for such a tough gal.”

  Ronda laughed.

  “I’m not tough.”

  “Tell that to your opponents.”

  “Well, maybe on the football field,” Ronda said.

  “Definitely on the football field.”

  “But not in bed.”

  “No. In bed you’re not rough or tough. You’re smooth as silk.”

  “Mm. Come here. Let me kiss you,” Ronda said.

  Gayla lifted her mouth and Ronda traced it with her thumb. Then she lowered her lips and brushed against her.

  “You’re making me crazy,” Gayla said.

  “Patience, my dear.”

  “I don’t have any.”

  She pulled Ronda to her and kissed her hard on the mouth. She ran her tongue over Ronda’s lips until Ronda had no choice but to open them and allow Gayla’s tongue inside. Her clit swelled at the feel of their tongues meeting. She rolled over on top of Gayla and did her best to grind into her.

  “Careful,” Gayla said. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

  “But I need to be with you, against you, in you.”

  “I want all those things, too. Just do them carefully, please.”

  Ronda slid off Gayla and used her hand rather than her body to convey everything she was feeling. She moved her hand all over her body, softly, slowly. She was crazy about Gayla and she wanted to leave no doubt in her mind about that.

  “Do you know how I feel about you?” she whispered in her ear.

  “Tell me.”

  “I’m crazy about you. I can’t wait until we can live together, show the world we’re a couple.”

  “Oh, baby. I know what you mean. I can’t wait either.”

  “I want to live with you forever, babe.”

  “I want that, too.”

  “Good. Thank God.”

  She kissed Gayla again, ferociously. She needed Gayla to know how crazy she was about her. Words weren’t enough. She placed her hand on Gayla’s breast as they kissed and she kneaded it. It was full and firm and felt so wonderful in her hand. She took the nipple and pinched it softly at first, then a little harder until Gayla cried out as she came.

  “I love that you come to breast play.”

  “Baby, just being with you gets me so excited. You tweak my nipples and kiss me, and I’m over the moon.”

  “Mm. I’m glad.” She lowered her head and licked Gayla’s other nipple. She sucked as much of her breast in her mouth as she could and continued to flick her tongue over her nipple.

  Gayla placed her hands on Ronda’s head and held it in place. Her breathing became labored and Ronda knew she was close. She sucked harder and licked faster, and finally, Gayla screamed as her orgasm cascaded over her.

  “Baby, you sure know how to love me.”

  “I love doing it. You’re so easy to please.”

  Ronda placed her hand between Gayla’s legs.

  “Oh, yeah. You’re so nice and wet for me.”

  “How could I not be? I’ve already had two orgasms.”

  “Very true,” Ronda said.

  She slipped her fingers inside Gayla.

  “Oh, babe. You’re so smooth and soft. You feel so good. You like that?”

  Gayla could only moan. Ronda took that as a yes.

  “Oh, yeah. I’m gonna make you feel so good,” Ronda said.

  She moved her fingers in and out, over and over until Gayla was grinding her hips into her. Ronda knew she wanted release. She found that special spot she knew always worked for her and barely stroked it, but that was all it took. Gayla cried out her name and held her close as she rode wave after wave of orgasm.

  When she had quit spasming on Ronda, Ronda slowly slid her hand out. She rested her head on the pillow with Gayla’s.

  “You’re so much fun,” she said.

  “So are you. I love the way you make love to me.” She propped herself up on an elbow. “But now it’s time for me to make love to you.”

  “Be careful of my knee.”

  “Don’t worry, I will. This is about pleasure, not pain.”

  She kissed Ronda, a soft, gentle kiss. The tenderness of it sent shockwaves throughout Ronda’s body. Gayla kissed down her chest to her breast. She sucked and licked Ronda’s nipple and breast, much as Ronda had done hers. She continued to suck and flick, but Ronda didn’t climax. Ronda didn’t come from nipple play. She was waiting for the main attraction.

  Gayla kissed lower, down Ronda’s tight stomach until she could climb between her legs. Ronda tensed briefly.

  “Watch my knee,” she said.

  “I told you. I’ll be careful.”

  Gayla spread Ronda’s right leg out, but left her left leg there. Ronda moved it as far as she could comfortably. Then Gayla lowered her mouth to Ronda. She licked all over her, from her center to her clit and back again. She plunged her tongue as deep as it would go and moved it around inside her. Then she licked back to her clit, which she circled several times before placing her tongue directly on it. While she worked it with her tongue, she slipped her fingers inside.

  Ronda’s head was spinning from all the sensations. She thought she would explode. She needed to explode. She closed her eyes and focused on nothing but Gayla. She saw colors on her eyelids. The colors got more intense until they exploded like fireworks as she felt her body release into climax after climax. It took her a moment before she was able to speak.

  “Holy shit, babe. That was amazing,” Ronda said.

  “Mm. I enjoyed it.”

  “Get up here and let me kiss you.”

  Gayla climbed up next to Ronda, who kissed her lightly.

  “Can you imagine? We get to do this every day of our lives?” Ronda said.

  “I know. It’s going to be fantastic. Heck, it already is.”

  “Yeah, it is. You know, I was thinking. We could have some of the women from the team move your stuff since I still can’t.”

  “Maybe. It just seems like such a personal thing, you know? To move in with someone else? I just feel like I’d rather we do it together when you can. I’m not going anywhere until then, baby.”

  “I suppose that’s true.”

  “It is.” She kissed Ronda again. “It most definitely is.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Ronda continued to improve with each therapy appointment. Her therapist told her she was way ahead of the curve. But the fact that she complained of pain still had them concerned. She was starting to feel better, but still had some sharp pains. All her tests showed she was fine and should be pain free at that point. The team doctor continued to prescribe her Vicodin for her pain, but warned her he would soon have to stop.

  Ronda didn’t want him to stop. She was glad she was healing, but the pills made her feel so good. She didn’t want to quit taking them. She was up to four at a time, so they went faster than they should. She worried someone would notice. She had started having follow up appointments with her regular doctor as well. She also prescribed the pills for Ronda, but also said she would have to quit doing it soon.

  The thought of no more pills made Ronda uptight. She couldn’t stand the thought of not having them. She needed them. Whether she had pain or not, she needed the pills. She knew it and knew no one else could possibly understand.

  Sure, the pills made her a little groggy sometimes. That was half the fun of them, losing herself in them. She was careful not to take them right before the hot tub again. But she found that two pills and a couple of glasses of scotch could mellow her right out. And she liked being mellow. It was a nice feeling, being relieved of all her stress and worries about whether she’d ever play again. She didn’t want to give that up.

  It had been eight weeks since she tore her ACL. The season was over. She should be out selling hous
es. She and Gayla talked to her doctor about that.

  “Is there any reason I can’t show houses?” she asked.

  “None that I can think of,” Dr. Martin said. “Just make sure Gayla is with you. You’re still taking Vicodin and I don’t want you driving on it.”

  “No worries. She’s my chauffeur.”

  “I just think it would do wonders for her mental health,” Gayla said.

  “I’m sure it would,” Dr. Martin said. “And you’re doing great work, so don’t overdo it. I wouldn’t show houses the same days as physical therapy. That kind of thing.”

  “No. I won’t. I’ll take it easy on PT days. They hurt and wear me out, anyway.”

  “I think we need to talk about your Vicodin,” Dr. Martin said.

  “I agree,” Gayla said.

  “Whoa. What is this? A double-team?”

  “I’m just concerned. You shouldn’t still need them at this stage in your recovery.”

  “But I do. I hurt and they help.”

  “But do they?” Gayla said. “Or is it all in your head?”

  “No. I assure you. It’s all in my knee.”

  “Okay. I’ll write you another script. I want you to come back in a month so we can reevaluate you, okay?”

  “Thanks, Doc.”

  They got out to the car. Ronda was fuming.

  “What the fuck was that in there?” she said.

  “What? I had a concern, so I voiced it.”

  “You blindsided me and made me look like a chump. You couldn’t have discussed this with me before today if you had issues with it?”

  “I meant to, but the opportunity never came up. As soon as she brought it up, I thought I should mention my concerns as well.”

  “Well, I appreciate that you feel it necessary to monitor my med use, but as I’ve told you time and time again, I’ve got it under control. I’ll worry about how many pills I take and when. It’s of no concern to you.”

  “I disagree. I think it is of concern to me. You’re my girlfriend, so I’m allowed to worry about you.”

  “You should be worried that I’m in pain. Which the pills help with. You shouldn’t worry about the pills.”

  “Okay. I’m sorry. I’ll try not to be concerned with your pills.”

  “Thank you. Now let’s stop and get some dinner.”

  They ate dinner and discussed the business of showing houses.

  “I’m going to need you to get my name back out there,” Ronda said. “You need to let people know the season is over and I’m back.”

  “I think they’ll probably know that. But I’ll get us some houses. Don’t you worry. I suppose I’ll have to get all single-story homes to begin with, huh?”

  “No. There’s no money in them. I want to stick with Upper Kirby and River Oaks. I can have you accompany the people upstairs.”

  “But I’m not an agent.”

  “You’re my assistant. Therefore, you can help me by walking people upstairs.”

  “But I usually move on to the next house as soon as you get there.”

  “That just won’t work. Besides, I’ll be riding with you, remember?”

  “Oh, yes,” Gayla said. “That’s right.

  “So, we’ll have to change our way of doing things anyway. We’ll get a system worked out.”

  After dinner, Gayla drove them home and they climbed in the hot tub. Gayla sidled up to Ronda.

  “So, are you still mad at me?”

  “A little.”

  “Aw, come on, baby.” She dragged her hand across Ronda’s shoulders and down her arm. “I didn’t mean any harm by it. I swear.”

  “Oh, shit. Now you got my body all on alert when my mind is still not amused.”

  “Let it go, baby. Don’t stay mad.” She brushed her breasts against Ronda’s arm.

  Ronda shifted slightly to face Gayla.

  “Just stay out of my pill business, okay?”

  “Okay. Now, kiss me?”

  Ronda cupped Gayla’s jaw in her hand. She lowered her mouth to take Gayla’s lips in hers.

  “How was that?” she said.

  “Nice. But you can do better.”

  Ronda kissed her hard and pried her lips open with her tongue. She allowed her tongue to languidly enter and dance slowly with Gayla’s. She broke the kiss.

  “You’re driving me crazy,” Gayla said.

  “Good. You deserve it.”

  “I’m sorry. I said I was sorry. I promised not to meddle anymore. Now please.”

  Ronda pulled her close and kissed her hard. This time she guided her tongue all over the inside of Gayla’s mouth. Gayla’s tongue followed hers and they danced a dance of lust.

  “Oh, Jesus, what you do to me,” Ronda said. “I can’t get enough of you.”

  Gayla took Ronda’s hand and placed it between her legs.

  “Please,” she said. “I need you.”

  Ronda caressed Gayla’s silky softness. She teased her as she dragged her hand from one end to the other. She slipped her fingers inside and ran them along her satin walls. She plunged them as deep as they could go. Gayla moved on her fingers. Ronda knew she was close. She took her fingers out and rubbed her clit until Gayla buried her face in Ronda’s shoulder to keep from crying out too loudly.

  “You are such a good lover,” Gayla said. “I suppose I shouldn’t think of all those poor, heartbroken girls you practiced on to get such a perfect technique.”

  Ronda laughed.

  “Who says they were heartbroken? Did it ever occur to you that I might have been the heartbroken one?”

  “I thought you kept your heart protected.”

  “I did. But only after Serena.”

  “But you were in high school.”

  “Still, she taught me everything I know.”

  “I just find that odd,” Gayla said. “You were so young.”

  “I was. She wasn’t.”

  “What? I thought she was like your best friend or something.”

  “She was. Just older than I was. She was the neighbor’s daughter. She’d just separated from her partner and moved back home.”

  “How old was she? Because I’m thinking I’m going to be extremely pissed off at her.”

  “She was thirty-one.”

  “That’s too old to be messing around with a seventeen-year-old.”

  “So I learned. But at the time, it was fun and she taught me everything I know,” Ronda said.

  “Well, I’m grateful to her for that.” Gayla moved close to Ronda. “But I think it was wrong that she was toying with your affection.”

  “Look at it this way. If she hadn’t, I wouldn’t have been so guarded and might not have been available when it was time for you and me to get together.”

  “Don’t you dare defend her or what she did to you. She hurt you. Don’t you forget that.”

  “I don’t forget that, babe. Don’t worry. But she taught me how to please a woman. So, when I’m making love to you, I do it with skills I learned from her.”

  “Suddenly, the mood is gone. Let’s get out of the tub. Maybe watch a movie or something.”

  “Hey, babe. What’s up? Please don’t be that way.”

  “No, seriously. The mood is definitely gone. I’m sorry, Ronda. I just can’t imagine a thirty-one-year-old messing around with a seventeen-year-old kid. And no one knew? No one did a damned thing about it?”

  “We kept it a secret. And as for me being seventeen, did it ever occur to you I might have been hot?”

  “I’ve no doubt you were hot,” Gayla said. “But still…she should have kept her hands to herself. When was the last time you heard from her?”

  “When she got a job and moved away. I begged her to take me with her, but she wouldn’t.”

  “Of course not. You needed to finish high school and go on to college.”

  “I know this now. But at the time, all I wanted was to be with her.”

  “So she broke your heart, but it was in your best interest.”
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  “I’m sorry she hurt you, baby,” Gayla said.

  “Thanks. So am I.”

  “Do you ever try to find her?”

  “Every once in a while I’ll get a wild hair and search for her online or on social network sites, but I’ve yet to find her.”

  “It’s probably for the best. She’s probably all old and gray now.”

  Ronda laughed.

  “You are so funny. I bet she’s a fine specimen of a middle-aged woman.”

  “So if you found her, should I be nervous?” Gayla said.

  “Hell no. You’re mine now. I’m yours. That’s all that matters.”

  “Good answer.”

  “Thanks. Now are you sure we need to get out of the hot tub?” Ronda moved in and kissed Gayla again.

  “I really think we should get out of the water.”

  “But why? I’m thinking it’s time for round two.”

  “I’d love that. But out of the hot tub. We’ve been in here long enough.”

  Gayla stood by as Ronda climbed out, then she climbed out.

  “You’ve gotten so much better at your mobility,” Gayla said.

  “I should hope so. I’m worried with therapy dropping to twice a week that I won’t continue to improve, though.”

  “I’m sure you will. And if your improvement slows down, I’m sure they’ll up you back to three times.”

  “I suppose that’s true.”

  “I’m also impressed at how much your balance has improved.”

  “It’s all in the work we’re doing, babe. It might be hard work, but it’s worth it.”

  “Good.” Gayla gingerly leaned into Ronda and kissed her. “I can’t wait until there’s no more restrictions on you.”

  “Neither can I, babe.”

  They walked to the bedroom where Ronda lay back on the bed.

  “Come here, lover.”

  “Lover? I like the sound of that.”

  “That reminds me,” Ronda said. “How should I introduce you? Lover? Girlfriend?”

  “How about partner?”

  “Whoa that just gave me the heebie-jeebies.”

  “Are you serious? Because if you’re not serious about us, then I can definitely scale back the services I perform for you.”

  “No…no, no. I’m serious about you. About us. It’s just that partner is such a strong word.”