It was strapless cream lace dress, short but not too short, thin but not too thin—Mindy expected it to be tight but not too tight.
Lucia almost did a somersault, seeing it pressed under Mindy’s chin. “I saw it a month ago, wasn’t right for me, too expensive. But it just stuck in my head and I thought maybe if I saved up, maybe if I sewed around it a little… But I guess it was never for me at all—it was yours.”
“It’s…” Mindy checked the price tag, already starting to wince. She knew Lucia thought she was rich, but it wasn’t like she could fly to Barbados on a whim. The universe showed mercy. There was a $299.99, but it had a blood-red slash through it, and $129 was written under it. “Cheap. And strapless. Sleeveless…” She looked over at Lucia. It would’ve looked great on Lucia. “I usually favor clothes that conceal this region.” She ran her palm in a circle over her body, “below my neck.”
“What? Fuck that, you’ll look cute.”
“If I had some Star Trek: The Next Generation spanx, maybe…”
Lucia circled around Mindy, pressing the dress to her back and pulling it taut so she could see how it looked from behind. “Minz, who do I date?”
“Football players.”
“Don’t be racist, I’ve dated lacrosse people too. So, who do I date?”
“Umm—”
“Hot people!” Lucia explained, sounding out the words like she was teaching Mindy English. “And I’m dating you. You’re hot. Sorry, it’s the rules, can’t change ’em.”
“Well, I guess… I suppose it could be a bit…flattering…”
Lucia turned her around and frog-marched her toward the dressing room. “Try it on, try it on, try it on!” Lucia’s chant had the disturbing urgency of a cannibal tribe. Kill the pig, drink its blood, give us a twirl…
Inside the dressing room, opposite the unforgiving mirror, Mindy stripped. For once, Lucia was enamored with something else—she held the dress up to the light and examined it with a jeweler’s eye before taking it off the hanger and jamming it into Mindy’s arms. Mindy stepped into it, scooted it up past last week’s desserts and Nacho Day at the cafeteria, and stopped with the back gaping open, the smooth expanse of her back unveiled. She felt Lucia notice her dishabille. Eyes traced the curve of her spine like a wet tongue. She felt them lower down to Mindy’s boy-shorts at the base of her tailbone.
“Zip me up?”
“That’s one way we could go,” Lucia quipped. Without her reflection in the mirror, Mindy couldn’t see her eyebrows jog up, but she knew they had.
“I’m not having sex with you in a dressing room.”
“Okay, but for your information, if you only use one finger, I’m pretty sure it’s not sex.” Lucia pulled the zipper up Mindy’s body, brushing her fingertips over Mindy’s skin in as restrained a fashion as she could—which was to stretch her fingers too far and, almost politely, skirt the outside of Mindy’s breast.
It made Mindy smile. Being touched like that by her girlfriend.
Lucia finished the zip, massaging Mindy’s shoulders before taking her chin and bringing her face up to the mirror. The dress nipped at her waist—smaller than Mindy would’ve thought—and flared out at her hips—their wideness not as unflattering as Mindy feared.
Both their eyes were drawn, helplessly, to the long stretch of legs left bare by the dress’s hem. Mindy had known that it was a beautiful dress, but she hadn’t realized that she filled it out where she should, that her lines were so good, that her bone structure was that of a girl instead of an Uruk-Hai.
“I’m…I’m beautiful,” Mindy said before looking away from her reflection, embarrassed by her own narcissism, but Lucia had a hand on her cheek and was bringing her back to see it again.
Lucia wore one of those flickering grins, like her smile wanted to jump out of socially appropriate girl-grimace and stretch across her whole face. “Yes. You still are.”
Mindy paid for the dress and a pair of matching satin pumps. They left the store with Lucia keeping up a comforting racket about the spa day she would take Mindy to before the dance, all the different sea creatures that would be involved in making Mindy look ten years younger (so…eight), when they saw Principal Heywood holding a giant-sized pretzel.
Principal Haywood was one of those middle-aged women that were too harmless to dislike, but made you want to try. She had a “Can I speak to your manager?” bob, had pictures of her kids on her desk, and thought the Divergent series was good reading material. Usually, she wore a pantsuit or a long skirt with a business jacket, but outside school, she was in a borderline-appropriate minidress with suede pumps, Real Housewives of Carfax stuff.
As she always did when seeing an educator outside of school, Mindy felt maybe half-awake, like she was dreaming, and a talking fish had shown up. Also, more nerdishly, she felt vaguely like she had done something wrong.
“Ms. Murphy!” Haywood greeted, with a nod to each of them. “And Ms. West. Good to see you—all your homework done? I kid.”
“Hey Teach,” Lucia said. “You got all my papers graded?”
Mindy chortled and elbowed Lucia in the ribs. “We’re just shopping for the school dance,” she said, feeling some deep-seated need to explain.
“Oh, you asked someone!” Haywood said in the kind of voice that usually went with a hand up against her cheek. “And they said yes,” she added unnecessarily. “About time the boys found you out. Almost slipped away to college without one. A lovely girl like you should have someone to dance with.”
“Couldn’t agree more,” Lucia said, but she was suddenly stiff, a million miles away.
“Well, you two remember the school dress code: no one’s allowed to look better than me!” Haywood laughed at her own joke, moving off, and after waiting a moment to make sure the clack of her heels wouldn’t let up, Mindy gave Lucia’s hand a pull.
“What is it?” she insisted. “You’re acting like you’ve just seen a ghost.”
“Did you see her wrist? The paper bracelet?”
Mindy hadn’t. “What about it?”
“That was a visitor’s pass for the Shady Rest Retirement Home.”
CHAPTER 22
Mindy lay on her bed, feeling ridiculously Hammer Films. No clothes on under the sheets, and she should’ve been comfortable, but she wasn’t. She was so nervous about part of her showing if the sheet slipped, if she didn’t keep it wrapped around her. She was nervous about Lucia seeing her, because it would lead to Lucia touching her, and that would lead… She didn’t quite know anymore.
The door to the bathroom opened. Mindy craned her head, expecting Lucia— it wasn’t Lucia. A parody of a penis hovered into the doorway, right at waist height. “Hello, Mindy!” Lucia said in a gruff voice, hosting the world’s least age-appropriate puppet show. “I hear you like big black cocks!”
“Not really into dicks?” Mindy replied. “Maybe you noticed?”
“But those are boy dicks,” Lucia corrected in her own voice. “This is my dick.” She poked her head around the door, apparently just to show off her glowing smile. The rest of her followed to show off the rest of her. Lucia was right—it was worth seeing.
Now that she bought her body paint in bulk, Lucia gave all of her skin the Goth look. It wasn’t totally white, but a milky, creamy hue that seemed real. Not cold or dead, but ethereal. Mindy felt guilty about her urge to just look at Lucia: so goddamn gorgeous, even with a big ugly hunk of silicone strapped to her crotch. “Did you take off your underwear or were you wearing any at all?”
Lucia rolled her eyes. “I’ve never minded being naked.”
“Yeah, why would you?” Mindy took a deep breath and gave into her chill, wrapping her arms around herself to warm up. She rubbed at her upper arms. And there was Lucia, not cold at all—her skin as pure and pale as paper waiting for ink. Waiting for Mindy to write on it with kisses and touches and fingernails—and make the otherworldly earthly once more. Mindy barely felt qualified. “Would you take it personally if I were
nervous?”
“No. People get nervous. I used to be nervous all the time. It was scary being human.”
“You still are human.”
Lucia cocked her head toward the bathroom mirror, where her reflection was just the vacant makeup on an invisible face. “I think I only get partial credit on that one.”
“Were you nervous your first time?”
Lucia sat on the bathroom counter—Mindy thinking better of pointing out that she didn’t want her butt that close to her toothbrush. Lucia’s dildo poked up from her lap like a toy poodle. She almost looked like she was thinking of petting it. “This isn’t your first time, Minz. You’re not a virgin. All that stuff we did—I still think about our first night together. You were really perfect.” She snapped her fingers, a thought coming to her. “That must be what it’s like to have sex with me…”
“Look, I know it’s a meaningless distinction, but it’s my meaningless distinction. I’m sure you were nervous the first time a guy ate you out or whatever, but wasn’t there a different nervous when you…got the D.”
“I didn’t get eaten out before I took the D.”
Mindy frowned. “You didn’t?”
“Nope.”
“Fingers, then?”
“Nuh-uh.”
“So, your first just—shoved it in?”
“He didn’t pull out an IKEA manual and say ‘Congrats, you’re a slut now,’ but yeah. I had a penis inside me before any other body part that wasn’t mine.”
“Didn’t it hurt?”
“Yeah. And I bled like a rat stole my tampon. But I don’t even give a shit now, I’m so next-level these days. Like, why should I care what happened in junior high when these days I’m dating you, and it’s like we’re in some lesbian Nicholas Sparks porno?”
Lucia was babbling. She always seemed so confident, but Mindy could tell now that when she babbled, she was putting up a wall of conversation to keep anyone from thinking about her too hard. So Mindy sat up. The sheet fell down her body.
Mindy blushed—Lucia’s eyes were so eager, drinking her in like she’d never seen anything so beautiful. Lucia walked out of the bathroom like she was spellbound, climbing up onto the mattress with one step, walking over Mindy, then pulling her to her feet, pressing her to the wall above the bed. kissing her, pinning her there, hands petting her face and losing themselves in her hair, soothing Mindy until she’d let Lucia do anything to her.
Mindy let Lucia suck at her neck—she did that even without a cut, loving the scent of the blood almost as much as its taste. She felt pampered, comfortable, and unafraid of the dildo. She cared more about what was going through Lucia’s head. “I just don’t want you to think I’m about the cock. I’m not about the cock, I’m about you. This isn’t about that, it’s just something I thought we could try.”
“I want to, Minz. I’ve wanted to for a while… Never thought to say something because I’ve done enough to scare you off for a few years. But I really like the thought of taking you just one more way. Just like I was the first one to feel you. The first one to taste you.”
As if sensing her reluctance, Lucia kept kissing her, burning away the chill of her body on Mindy’s warm flesh, the friction growing intoxicating. Then she rubbed the head of the dildo over Mindy’s labia, her teeth cold and hard on Mindy’s collarbone. Mindy wanted them both.
“Let them kill me,” Lucia said, her words on Mindy’s chest a steady breeze of cool air, no heat, like Lucia was just blowing on her. “Let them get you when you’re done mourning and you move on. Date a man or a woman, I don’t care. Because whatever they do, I’ll have done first. And whenever you come, you’ll think of how I made you come harder. Lie down. Spread your legs. I’m your boyfriend now.”
“I… I can’t.”
“Yeah?” Lucia turned around, immediately backed up, offering her back to Mindy like she was the one that would bite her. An arm coiling up around Mindy’s head, she undulated her belly. Her entire body working and flexing, clenching and coiling, Mindy’s eyes pulled to the dance. Lucia was giving her a lapdance where she stood. “What if you’re on top?”
“On top?”
Lucia bent over double, touching her toes with her ass up in the air against Mindy’s crotch, rippling and swaying and letting Mindy touch—then she slowly drew herself back up, swaying to the beat of her own music, but never fast enough for Mindy’s hand not to keep up.
“I lie down. You, cowgirl up. You can do it nice and slow. Ride me like you stole me. Which ya did.”
God, that was just not a fair fucking offer. Lucia turned to the side and cocked a grin and wink over her shoulder, hip waggling against Mindy’s groin in a slow grind.
“Do you even do that?” Mindy asked in an inappropriate moan before she managed to get her voice less squeaky. “Be the…bottom?”
“I don’t want you just to have orgasms this one way because it’s my thing, Minz, I want to find out what works for you. It’ll make me feel like such an awesome girlfriend when you’re one big puddle of satisfaction.”
Puddle of satisfaction echoed in Mindy’s vagina—she could just see herself lying there, all fucked out, Lucia with a saucy little smile like Mindy was just a cute kitten that had amused her. Mindy felt the leather of the strap-on on Lucia’s waist bucking over her groin, and fuck, that was worth the pain. Lucia was worth the pain.
She was kissing Lucia, she was touching her, she was pushing her down onto the bed and if the leg she threw over Lucia wasn’t a perfect slender pillar of alabaster flesh, it was one-half of the pair Lucia had chosen to get between.
“Don’t go too fast,” Lucia warned, concern freeing her eyes from their sultry stare. “I know. I’m super-hot, but slow and steady, Minz.”
“You want me to fuck you like a tortoise?” Mindy had a hold on the strap-on, keeping it pointed upward. She lowered herself down—okay, okay—don’t fucking freak out—it touched her, just like it had before, but this time a fresh wave of anxiety hit because she was doing it to herself. Mindy could’ve laughed; she trusted Lucia more than herself. Okay. Okay, okay, okay. She bit her lip, bent her legs another half-inch—oh! She just opened right up for it. Like it was a tampon. A really big tampon… Yes, that comparison was helping.
Lucia petted her thigh, reached up to stroke her face. Touch light, tempting. Every stroke downward. Motioning her in. To where Lucia was waiting to turn her into one big puddle of satisfaction.
Another half inch. Mindy gasped. It wasn’t totally weird, it reminded her a little of Lucia’s fingers, but they’d been like her own fingers (only more so), and Mindy had gotten used to that good-weird feeling back when Robert Downey Jr. was a cokehead. The little—protuberance wasn’t her fingers but-with-extra-Lucia, it was much more, the shape strange, the feel terrifying. It couldn’t be fingers; her body quailed like it was an entire fist.
Lucia’s honeyed voice started in. “You’re okay. You’re doing great. Go as slow as you want, okay? Don’t think about it—it’s just a part of me, okay? See? I’m touching you here.” She ran her fingers down Mindy’s chest. “And I’m touching you here.” She gave her hips a miniscule rock, jogging the dildo’s head inside Mindy. A twitch that was neither pain nor pleasure made Mindy wince. “It’s just me, Minz. You can let me in, can’t you?”
Mindy kept going—down, down, down, into an abyss. Only, she wasn’t falling, the abyss was inside her. She was letting something fall into her and she had so much room… All the while, Lucia tickling, teasing, poking, and prodding, keeping Mindy seeing her. Only her. The dildo was just part of Lucia, pulled into her like the blood they’d stolen, and now Mindy was consuming it, her needful body devouring it. A second-hand vampire.
When she was straddling Lucia, the dildo in her, that heft and weight and length and hardness all hers, it came as a shock. Her body clenched at the realization that it was all inside her, and Lucia saw it, exploited it, an owl diving for a midnight mouse. She worked her hips in a slow, unfurling pump, and
Mindy crested the wave of her body and wrung an orgasm from something else that she had made herself.
Mindy fell, catching herself on two hands in the long raven hair spread across the pillow, leaning over Lucia, drawn down to her like she was bowing to an idol that someone had erected just underneath her. Lucia’s hands were on her hips, holding her tight, holding her around it but not moving yet. Just letting Mindy stretch and open and be fucked.
Another motion. Mindy’s arms gave, and she crashed down onto Lucia, being kissed hard enough to draw blood. Lucia sucked hard on the needling cut in Mindy’s lower lip. A moan started in one of them and continued in the other. Lucia was beginning to buck and writhe. The dildo in Mindy began touching places, striking up sparks here and there, making Mindy ride to keep it between her thighs.
She swayed and danced to the beat Lucia’s hips set, rocking up into her. Mindy kept kissing her, and Lucia kept being so damn good to kiss, and Mindy finally just had to stop, ripped herself up from Lucia and hung back in the saddle, just letting Lucia throb into her.
“You need to come,” Lucia said hoarsely, as Mindy floated weightless, thoughtless—her husky voice making Mindy’s toes curl, shackling her to an orgasm that Mindy knew would rip right through this serene give-and-take pleasure. “I want you to come for me right now.”
Mindy stared into Lucia’s eyes as the other woman pumped into her, holding her in place with her hands and driving into her with her hips. Somehow, the eye contact made it feel better. It couldn’t possibly hurt when Mindy could look into the endless blue of Lucia’s eyes and see nothing but love and affection. She reached down, cupped Lucia’s cheek, put her thumb in Lucia’s mouth—she felt Lucia kiss it, suck it, her whole body aching for Mindy, wanting to pull her inside. Then there was a sudden, sharp pain in the pad of her thumb and Mindy yanked it back; it was now bright red with blood.
“Shit!”
“Sorry, sorry!”
“Don’t stop!”
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