Hot for Talia

by Julian Bloom

  Lena swallowed hard. “Five minutes. Can you last five minutes?”

  Kel thought hard, and while she did it, she trailed two fingers down her substantial cleavage. “Maybe. Drive fast.”

  Lena swallowed harder.

  Her townhouse was small, cute, sterile. Honestly, her office reflected her personality much more than her home; she spent more quality time there than she’d ever spent here. But it was a nice space, nothing offensive. Just not particularly her.

  But maybe that would change.

  Kel followed her from the car to the house, and part way up the walk, she reached out and threaded her fingers through Lena’s. “We should go on a date some time,” Kel said. Her voice was shy all of a sudden.

  Lena stopped on the walkway and turned towards the girl. “I’m not out to my mom yet,” she started, and Kel’s face tumbled all the way down to the ground. Lena hurried on before the girl gave up and walked away. “I will, though. I just – I never had reason to before. I just want you to know that it could get…interesting.”

  “I don’t do closets,” Kel said. Her voice was firm, but frightened. “I came out to my parents when I was 11.”

  “I wish I’d known when I was 11,” Lena said, hearing the truth out loud for the first time. “I remember telling my mother that I loved my best friend, and she just laughed it off. I thought for years that all girls felt this way sometimes, we just never did anything about it. I just – it wasn’t part of my cultural makeup. And by the time I realized, my father was dead, and the idea of telling my mother and never having him know –“ she stopped and took a deep breath before she started crying.

  “I’m sorry,” Kel said. “I didn’t – “

  “I’ve never had a real relationship,” Lena continued. “I mostly did random sex in bars and cars. I don’t really know how to make room in my life for a person. But I also know that I’m lonely, and I don’t want to have that sort of life anymore. So if you’re willing to give it a shot, and mix business and pleasure at the same time, I’m ready to give it a shot.”

  Kel took a moment, taking the kind of breath that made her shoulders – and her breasts – heave. “What the hell,” she said. “You’re good with your fingers. I’ll give you some time to figure out the rest of it.” She winked. “So long as we get inside and you get your mouth on me right now.”

  “It’s my mouth you want now,” Lena said, reaching in her purse for her keys. She vaguely wondered if her next door neighbor, old Mrs. Collone, could hear her. She was so flushed that she didn’t entirely care. “I thought you wanted me to fuck you.”

  Kel shrugged, absolutely no shame on her face. “Fuck me with your mouth, girl. It’s not that hard.”

  Inside the house, whatever restraint they’d possessed just seemed to vanish. As soon as Kel was inside the door, Lena pushed it closed and pressed tight to her, her mouth closing over Kel’s. Kel’s hands fisted into Lena’s hair, and their joined weight pushed the door closed. Lena fumbled past Kel’s hip and flipped the lock on the door, then pressed her hand over Kel’s sex, cursing the jeans the woman had worn today. “Too much cloth,” she murmured as she pressed her lips to Kel’s neck.

  “Then take it off,” Kel teased. “I though you liked random sex in bars, do I have to tell you everything?”

  Lena couldn’t help but laugh. “Shall I show you to the bedroom, beautiful?”

  “Yes, I think you should,” Kel replied. Lena threaded their fingers together again and Kel followed her to the bedroom.

  They shed clothes fast, and then they crashed together again. Lena explored the other woman’s body, lifting the weight of her breasts to kiss and bite at her nipples, and then slipping her fingers down between Kel’s thighs to feel the slick wetness that had accumulated there. “Do you want me to taste you?” Lena asked.

  Kel nodded, and Lena pushed her back towards the bed. Whereas Kel’s bed had looked comfortable and approachable, something that Lena had been delighted to tumble into, her own bed felt shockingly sterile all of a sudden. No throw pillows, no artful arrangement of pictures over the headboard. This had been a place where she came and collapsed before going back to work. But the idea of exploring this woman here, not just in terms of sex, but in terms of who she was and what she liked – it was tempting. It was fascinating. It was wonderful. Terrifying and delightful.

  She pressed Kel’s thighs apart and cupped her heat with just her palm at first. Kel gave her a sweet sigh as she relaxed into the bed. It might be sterile and impersonal, Lena thought to herself, but it was a damn comfortable mattress. “Are you sure that all you want is my tongue?” Lena asked.

  “Hmmm?” Kel’s body was thrumming with energy and arousal.

  “I’m not a complete waste of space,” Lena said, laughing to take the sting out of the self-insult. “Can I play with you?”

  Kel leaned up on her elbows, studying Lena for a minute. “I don’t like to hurt,” she said, after a moment. “Things get too much really easily.”

  “Understood,” Lena said. “You’re okay with – uh, penetration?”

  Kel’s mouth twisted in a little smirk. “Clearly.”

  “Are you okay with closing your eyes for a minute?”

  That took longer, and then Kel nodded. “No blindfolds, though. No restraints.”

  “That’s fine.”

  “I’m not saying never. Just. Not tonight.”

  Lena smiled and kissed the inside of Kel’s thigh, bringing out that gentle sigh again. “I get it. Don’t worry.”

  She left the girl in her bed and went out to the kitchen, getting together the supplies that she needed to play the game she wanted to play. A bowl of water, and then the toy she kept in the top drawer of her dresser.

  Kel lay on the bed, an arm thrown over her eyes, her thighs still gently spread. Lena knelt between her thighs again and ran the back of her hand up over Kel’s soft, wet pussy. “This is too much?” Lena asked, pressing her thumb firmly over the girl’s clit.

  “Like that, it’s okay,” Kel said.

  “Is this better?” Lena took her fingers down just a tiny bit, pressing into the soft flesh just below her clit, above the opening of her body.

  Kel arched up off the bed, her breath catching in her throat. “Holy shit,” she murmured, and Lena choked back a giggle. “Holy shit.”

  “Good to know,” Lena said. She slipped the toy into the bowl of water, quietly. She didn’t know if Kel would guess, but she didn’t want to take the chance. She wanted to see the gasp.

  She knelt between the other woman’s legs, then bent down to press the flat of her tongue against Kel’s body. The girl squirmed against her mouth, letting out a long, low sigh. “Damn,” she murmured, “Oh damn, I like that.”

  Lena circled her opening with two fingers, then eased them inside, slow and steady. Kel’s moans grew just a touch more regular, her hips arching, pressing her clit harder against Lena’s mouth. Lena took the nub of flesh into her mouth and suckled it softly; Kel let out a long string of curses. Lena teased her for a few gorgeous moments, dragging her fingers in and out of the girl’s body – then drew back, pulling her tongue away after one particularly intense suck. “Oh god,” Kel was murmuring, “don’t stop, why’d you stop? Oh, God…”

  Which was the perfect moment, in retrospect; Lena couldn’t have choreographed it better. She took the glass dildo out of the bowl of ice water and used her fingers to part Kel’s folds so that she didn’t get any warning as the cold cock plunged deep into her body.

  Kel’s eyes flew wide as her back arched off the bed, driving her further down onto the toy. “What – “ She gasped, her mouth open in a wide, round O, her hips thrusting outside of her control. Lena found that spot that had made Kel groan before, that flat spot just below her clit. She pressed down hard as she drew the dildo out and then pressed it forward again. “Are you fucking me with ice,” Kel managed to gasp out, but then she went wild, her body shaking as she came, quivering and biting back screams. Her orgas
m went on and on; every time Lena thought that she was done, she’d go to pull back on the dildo, and Kel would shake into a fresh flurry of whimpering spasms.

  She reached up then, no words, just grasping hands. She caught Lena’s shoulders and drew the older woman down onto the bed beside her. She freed the toy herself, tossing it back into the bowl of water, and then wrapped herself up in Lena’s arms. “Holy shit,” she whispered, nuzzling into Lena’s neck in a way that made it crystal clear that they were far from done. “What was that?”

  “Glass dildo. I put it in ice water first.”

  “That was. Oh my god.”

  “Lots of people, even though they don’t like pain, like sensation play. It’s crazy intense. I thought it was worth a try.”

  “Can you make it hot, too?”

  Lena nodded. “Sometimes people go back and forth from one to the other. Or one – “she stumbled over the words.

  Kel’s eyes opened, and she was chuckling again. “One in front and one in back?”

  “Yes.”

  “That could be fun,” Kel said. Her nuzzling went from reassuring and friendly to something much more determined. Her fingers walked up Lena’s side to the softness of her breast and teased at the peak of her nipple. “I think we’re going to have fun together.”

  “I hope so,” Lena said as Kel bit at her nipple. She groaned, her hips shifting forward, seeking something to grind against.

  “I mean it though,” Kel said, letting the nipple out of her mouth with a pop, and sending her fingers there to keep up their work. “I want to date you.”

  “Yes,” Lena whispered, nodding. Kel slipped her thigh between Lena’s, and Lena groaned with relief at the sensation of pressure. It wasn’t enough, not enough, but it was something.

  “I want to find out your favorite color.”

  “Blue. More. Please more.”

  “If you’re good. Favorite book?”

  “Unfair. Can’t think. Please.” There was a delicious, wonderful, swirling anxiety centered just above her public bone, her sex was clenching on nothing, and she needed. She needed. She didn’t tease herself like this. She felt like she was dancing on a rapidly narrowing balance beam, and she wanted nothing more than to fling herself over the edge and fall.

  “If you’re good,” Kel said, her voice containing a giggle that Lena wanted to be mad about, but couldn’t quite manage. “If you’re good and answer the question, maybe I’ll give you a finger.”

  “I’ll let you look through my entire electronic library if you will please just fuck me already,” Lena finally gasped out. Kel laughed, and her fingers were there, suddenly, exactly where Lena wanted them. She kept her thigh where it was, backing up the pressure of her fingers with the solidity of her flesh, and she flicked at Lena’s clit.

  “You’re beautiful,” Kel murmured into Lena’s hair, and it was the words that finally threw her over the edge. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

  That tight anxiety in her pelvis broke open in a sudden shower of sensation. Lena drew in a long, deep breath, then let her throat catch, and let herself just feel. The tingles in her fingertips, the convulsions of her pussy, the intense waves of feeling inside her body that burst everywhere through her. She heard someone chanting yes, please, more, just like that, but she wasn’t sure if it was her or the woman who was holding her so tightly.

  When the orgasm broke over her in spiraling swirls of rainbow prisms, Kel drew back her fingers and pressed harder with her thigh, giving Lena a place to work out the aftershocks, quivering and shaking as the world shattered and shivered back into place around her. And then she sagged against the girl, trying to find the right rhythm for her heart again.

  “Your entire electronic library, huh?” Kel said after a minute.

  “It’s expansive,” Lena managed to say.

  “How expansive?”

  She lifted an eyebrow. “Do you think I figured out about freezing glass dildos in the backrooms of bars?”

  Kel threw her head back and laughed. “Seems unlikely, I’ll admit that.” She snuggled in a little closer. “Is this going to get weird?”

  Cold water ran through her veins, and Lena tried to still her heart, suddenly racing for a very different reason. “I think we’ll have to work to keep it from getting weird.”

  Kel nodded. “Do you want to do the work?” Her voice was very small, very quiet. Lena gathered the girl up and held her tight.

  “I do,” Lena said. It sounded like a chance for something great.

  Epilogue

  Lena cursed out the computer for what felt like the thousandth time that day. The inventory software had finally gotten installed, and she’d managed to convince all of the wait staff to the idea that she appreciated their feedback about what dishes people seemed most enthusiastic about, she also needed to consider the hard numbers of what people were actually paying for. The new restaurant was running in the black for the first time in three years.

  Of course, Kel’s new menu was no small part of that. Bringing the comfort of soul food to classic dishes like mac and cheese and green bean casserole had made the little Vermont restaurant into a sensation. And Kel was doing an amazing job with it, and loved it.

  Lena’s phone rang, and she glanced down to see Mama’s number. She managed not to roll her eyes. Kel’s birthday was coming up in a few weeks and Mama was working herself into a tizzy trying to figure out what Kel would want for the holiday. Between Mama and Kel, Lena’s little townhouse was getting quite a tidy makeover. Granted, it was mostly focused in the kitchen, but that was all right.

  “Hi, Mama,” she said as she answered.

  Kel was apparently hovering right outside the office door. “Tell her the carbon steel,” she called.

  Lena had to laugh. Mama had all but rolled her eyes when Lena had finally summoned the courage to tell her that she’d done more than just hire Kel for the restaurant. “Lena-love,” she said with a huge sigh, “why do you think I wanted to introduce you two? You suit each other. We were sure it would be a good match.”

  Lena had sputtered, but it had been everything she hoped for, really, after so many years of dreading the truth.

  “I hear her,” Mama said in the phone. “But I need to talk to her about what company she wants.”

  “You know, she has her own phone,” Lena said.

  “But if I called her phone, I’d never get to talk to you. Now, when are you two coming over for dinner?”

  Lena laughed and passed the phone to the woman who’d turned her life upside down for the better, and watched quietly as Kel charmed her mother and convinced her to buy a very expensive set of kitchen knives for Lena’s townhouse. When they hung up – without Mama wanting to say goodbye to Lena, entertainingly – Lena caught Kel’s hand and pulled her into a soft embrace.

  “I have to finish prepping for tomorrow,” Kel said, but her hands cupped Lena’s ass in a way that had nothing to do with the kitchen and everything to do with the bedroom.

  “So don’t get your hands dirty,” Lena replied.

  “Oh, boss lady, are you sure I’m allowed,” Kel cooed. “Are you absolutely sure?”

  As Lena’s hands slipped under the waistband of Kel’s pants and found her already wet and ready, Lena decided that she was very, very sure.

  The End

  Healed by Her

  An Interracial Lesbian Romance

  By: Laurie Ames

  Prologue:

  Allison, a young white nurse witnesses a tragic hit and run car accident that leaves Juanita, a beautiful black female lying unconscious in the street. The nurse rushes over to save her and stays with her until help arrives. Initially the nurse feels much more than sympathy for the victim, she sees an unusually attractive and desirable young lady. She decides to take extra special care of her patient, until the ambulance arrives.

  The nurse cannot get this beautiful black lady out of her head and is later delighted to find the victim in her hospital and in her same ward. As t
he healing process continues, they begin to bond and develop a very special loving and sensual relationship.

  What they don’t realize is the hit and run was no accident. As events unravel, their blossoming lesbian relationship will take on a strange turn of events…

  Chapter 1: The Accident

  The cool autumn wind blew through Allison’s shiny blonde hair as she walked down the street to find her car. She had to park on the street earlier that day due to the hospital helicopter needing to use half the employee parking lot as an emergency heliport. Hartsville General Hospital did not have a dedicated heliport and the employee parking lot often filled up quickly on the rare occasion that a helicopter needed to transport patients.

  It had been unusually busy for a Monday, and now, just after midnight, Allison felt tired and was glad to finally be heading home for the night. She pulled her thick black hat tighter around her head and stuck her hands into the pockets of her mid-length leather coat. The night wind had a chill in the air this evening, and Allison found herself regretting that she hadn’t worn a scarf that day.

  The street was quiet, which wasn’t uncommon for a Monday night, even though the hospital she worked at was located in the downtown area of her city. The lamp posts at the end of each block lit up the streets in a dull yellowish light and there were traffic cameras on nearly every corner; so, even though it was very late at night, she didn’t feel afraid or unsafe during her four-and-a-half-block walk to where she’d parked her navy-blue sedan.

  Her car was parked almost directly under a lamp post, and it was almost the only car still left on the main street this late on a Monday night. All of the other vehicles were gone, save for a white box truck that was parked about half a block away, on the opposite side of the street.