Disclosures - SF4

by Meagher, Susan X

  Jamie looked up at the glittering eyes that held hers and immediately decided that she didn’t care if Ryan weighed more than the offensive line of the ‘Niners. She needed to be crushed by the coiled power that lurked just under the surface of the baby-smooth skin that she reached up to taste.

  "Wanna go to bed?" Ryan asked softly, her desire boldly displayed on her lovely face.

  "I can’t ever imagine saying no to that request," Jamie murmured breathlessly as she captured the rose-tinted lips that hovered over her.

  As all rational thought began to seep from Ryan’s brain, she got to her shaky feet and held out a hand. "Bed." Her demand was clear, and Jamie willingly complied, taking her hand for the short trip to the house. A quick glance at the table brought the adult in Ryan to the surface, and she stopped to swoop up the little plates and wire domes. "Ants," she intoned seriously, nodding judiciously at Jamie’s giggles.

  Once again, their evening ablutions were cast aside, neither woman willing to delay the expression of their passion for another moment. "I love you so much." Jamie’s endearingly sincere expression as she spoke made Ryan's heart swell with love for the woman who rested upon her body.

  Hands shaking with desire lifted to run through the golden locks that had shifted forward, nearly covering the sea-green eyes that she so loved. "I love you, too," Ryan murmured, finding that her voice was rough with emotion. "I’ll never stop loving you, Jamie."

  A slow smile spread across the smaller woman’s face, and she dipped her head once more to taste the lips that held her in their sway. "Forever," she whispered, repeating the word that best expressed her love. "It doesn’t matter where we live. It only matters that we’re together." Another series of achingly tender kisses followed, causing a low groan to escape from Ryan’s slightly parted lips. "Always together."

  The slowly building passion had risen to irresistible proportions, and Jamie felt the demands of her body increase exponentially. She shifted just a bit, allowing her legs to spread when she felt Ryan’s muscled thigh press against her need. She sucked in a short breath, lifting her head slowly as her eyes fluttered closed.

  Ryan’s head swirled with want, and the ache in her belly grew as Jamie’s tongue peeked out of her parted lips and slowly, teasingly, traced all around their outline, wetting them just enough so they glistened in the candlelight. It was an unconscious gesture, but Ryan’s addled brain considered it one of the sexiest things she had ever seen. "Kiss me," the dark woman whispered, her need for the moist lips undeniable.

  Jamie gracefully granted her wish, putting all of her tender feelings into the touch. She continued to move against Ryan, now sliding easily against the firm thigh, while their mouths met and merged.

  The blonde head lifted once again as a shudder rolled through her body, sending chills down Ryan’s spine in response. "Ooooh," she moaned softly, continuing to drive her hips against her partner. "I had no…idea…it could ever be this…wonderful." Her voice was rough with desire as she gasped out the words. Her skin shimmered in the candlelight, droplets of perspiration threatening to slide down her flushed face. Tiny flecks of gold and amber glinted in her verdant eyes as she struggled valiantly to hold them open.

  Ryan’s hands slipped down to her lover’s hips, holding her securely. Jamie was beginning to strain now, her eyes tightly closed as her thrusts became rougher—more demanding. "Let go, Love," Ryan cooed softly. "Come on, let it go. Let everything out. Tell me—show me how it feels."

  "I…love…you!" she gasped, speeding the beat of her hips in a wild fury. She blindly reached out and grasped Ryan’s firm breasts, anchoring herself to her partner.

  Covering Jamie’s trembling hands with her own, Ryan whispered, "I love you, too, Jamie…so much."

  Watery green eyes fought to open as she felt herself drown in the ocean of blue that gazed up at her with pure devotion. "For…ever," she gasped as waves of sensation buffeted her body, rolling over and over her as she cried out softly.

  Ryan pulled her down, gasping in surprise at the wildly beating heart that pounded against her breast. The smaller woman was nearly limp in her arms, the heat radiating off her body. Shudders continued to rock her, each one causing a catch in her still-labored breathing.

  "You are so incredibly beautiful," Ryan murmured, running her fingers through the damp golden locks splayed across her chest. "Your face…your body…the way you look at me when I’m loving you. So beautiful." Her voice was wistful and soft, and the slow, calming cadence was a powerful lure to Jamie to drift off. But her need to touch and taste her beloved was far greater than her need to sleep, and as she began to run her hands over her lover’s body she felt her energy return.

  "I want to show you how I feel," she murmured, her voice capturing the slow, sensual tone that her partner had used. "I want to show you with my hands, and my mouth and my tongue. I want you to know how much I love you."

  Ryan gazed at her with a combination of deep love and nearly-painful desire. "Love me," she murmured in a voice as soft as a breeze.

  Never had a request been so willingly granted, and their bodies spoke for their hearts deep into the warm summer night.

  The sun was just beginning to give evidence of the new day when a muffled voice that sounded like it was being forced out of a pair of lungs compressed under a heavy weight croaked out, "Has anybody ever told you that you were a load?"

  Ryan chuckled at her partner’s choice of words, her laugh constricting Jamie’s chest even further. "Others have mentioned that." With another laugh she rolled from her perch atop her smaller partner’s body and gently examined her for signs of damage. "No harm done, Sweet Pea. I don’t think I was on top of you for long."

  Jamie’s fingers tangled in the dark hair that was draped across her chest. "I like you on top of me," she murmured lazily. "It just astounds me how heavy you feel, though. I don’t crush you like this, do I?"

  "Hardly," Ryan smiled. "You’re just a little heavier than Caitlin."

  "Funny, very funny." A few good tickles made Ryan retract her statement.

  "Well you’re heavier than you look. Jack wasn’t even…" she began, but cut herself short before she could finish the thought.

  Ryan knew that her partner was trying to censor herself from bringing up a loaded topic, but she felt no need to be protected in such a way. "I doubt that Jack weighed as much as I do," Ryan offered, trying to show that she wasn’t bothered by speaking about him.

  Jamie lifted her head to get a better look into her lover’s eyes. "Of course he did," she protested. "Guys weigh lots more than women do."

  Ryan laughed at this generalization. "Not when the guy is really lean, and the woman is…sturdy," she concluded, trying to find the correct term for her impressive musculature.

  "Honey, I think he weighed about 175 or 180. How much do you weigh?" In all their time together, they had never discussed this bit of trivia, which was slightly surprising to the smaller woman.

  "Guess," Ryan teased, climbing astride her once again.

  As the air was squeezed from her lungs, and her ribs felt like they were going to poke out of her back, Jamie gasped, "600 pounds!"

  Rolling off again, Ryan scoffed, "You’re way off. You’ll never make a living guessing weight at the carnival."

  "Come on…tell me," Jamie begged.

  "I’m really not sure," Ryan admitted. "I fluctuate a lot, and I haven’t gained back what I lost on the ride. I’m still pretty low."

  "You sure don’t feel low," the smaller woman mused, hefting a weighty thigh in both hands.

  "We can check, if you have a scale," Ryan suggested. "I might need the information later today, anyway."

  "Huh?"

  Ryan hopped out of bed, stretching sensually while Jamie watched her in fascinated silence. "I might need to know how much I weigh," she said absently as she bent to stretch her lower back.

  "Huh?" This time, Jamie’s confusion was mostly from her fascination with her lover’s flexing body.

>   Ryan caught the difference in tone and chuckled at the look on her partner’s face. "Let’s hop in the shower, Love."

  "No running today?" Jamie asked, getting up to do a few stretches of her own.

  "Nope. I need my strength. I’m trying to arrange for an appointment this morning that will use up a lot of energy." She wandered into the bath and got onto the scale, nodding to herself as the needle settled down.

  "185 pounds!" Jamie was bent over the display, and when she stood her face reflected her surprise. "You weigh 185 pounds!?"

  "Told you I was way down," Ryan remarked seriously.

  "Down?! Did you say down?"

  "Yeah, I like to be about 200, but I’ve only been there once this year."

  Jamie looked rather weak, and she sat on the edge of the tub for a moment, gathering her thoughts. "Having a baby with O’Flaherty genes might actually kill me," she muttered.

  "Nah," Ryan reassured her easily. "My mother was very slight and she popped all of us out without a problem. ‘Course, she was in labor with me for 24 hours…"

  "Adopting. We’re definitely adopting." The tone was firm, but Ryan detected the teasing in her eyes.

  "You’re the boss, Honey," Ryan insisted.

  "Yeah. Wouldn’t that be nice," she quipped, slapping her grinning partner on her muscular butt.

  They were in the process of drying each other with fluffy white towels when Ryan's pager went off. She looked up at Jamie and said, "That might be my call now."

  "I'll get it," Jamie said as she walked into the bedroom to pick it up. "It's a local number but I don't recognize it," she said as she handed it to Ryan.

  "Yep, this is the call I’ve been waiting for." Ryan sat down on the bed and dialed. "This is Ryan O'Flaherty," she announced in her confident tone. "Thanks for calling me back." She nodded a few times and replied, "I'm very interested if you need my skills." Another series of nods and then, "Is that the only time you have?" Pursed lips and a clouded expression gave way to a sigh, "No, I'd rather see you today. I'll be there."

  "What’s going on, Tiger? Who besides me needs your skills?"

  "That was Coach Greene. I've got to go over to campus for a while. Want to come with me?"

  "Who is Coach Greene, and why is he interrupting our lovemaking?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips and narrowing her eyes at her lover.

  "Hmm," Ryan mused. "I wasn’t aware that we were in the process of making love."

  "Honey, we’re either making love, on the verge of making love or on the verge of being on the verge. Get used to it." The charmingly confident expression on Jamie’s face made Ryan grin from ear to ear.

  "I’m never going to argue with that logic," she immediately agreed. "I’ll call back and say I’ve become permanently indisposed."

  "WHO IS HE???" Jamie’s curiosity had reached the boiling point, just the effect Ryan was seeking.

  "She is the women's soccer coach. I heard they had some open positions, and I thought I might fit in," she replied easily.

  "You play soccer well enough to play at this level?" She knew that Ryan was gifted athletically, but playing a varsity sport in college was a very big deal.

  Ryan shrugged her shoulders and replied, "I guess I'll find out. She can meet me in 20 minutes. Are you interested?"

  "Do I get to see your cute little butt in those shiny, checkerboard patterned soccer shorts?"

  "Sure, if that makes you happy I’ve probably got a pair in with my workout clothes. "

  Jamie dashed into Ryan’s room and rummaged through the drawers. She finally picked a pair of red soccer shorts and an old white jersey with red lettering that read, "Sacred Heart".

  She came back into her room and held up the jersey. "Is this from high school?"

  "Yeah," Ryan said. "I forgot I still had that. It must have been hidden in with the shirts I packed. I wonder if it fits." She shrugged into the jersey and decided that even though it was a bit snug, it still looked presentable. Jamie came up behind her and helped tuck the jersey into the red shorts, grabbing a few handfuls of her favorite real estate in the process. Ryan had obviously prepared for this trip in advance, since she went to her room and retrieved a pair of white knee socks and some shin guards, which she snugged into place while Jamie got ready.

  There was no time for breakfast, but Ryan got a couple of bananas and a plain bagel down while she was waiting for her partner. While Jamie drove the short distance, Ryan went to work on a quart of Gatorade, managing to polish it off by the time they pulled up to the soccer field.

  Ryan started on an energy bar as she loped across the grass to greet the coach, Jamie following behind at a more leisurely pace. It was obvious that the two women already knew each other—rather well at that. The coach was very much interested in Ryan, looking her over appraisingly. Jamie hoped her interest was purely professional, but one could never tell with her lover.

  Coach Greene looked like she was in her mid-thirties. She was not very tall, maybe 5'5" or so, but she had a very muscular build. She looked like she could be on the field herself with her Lycra shorts and tank top barely covering her tanned and toned body.

  Jamie approached and was immediately pulled into the conversation by her grinning lover. "Coach, this is Jamie Evans," she said proudly. "Jamie, this is Coach Greene."

  "Pleased to meet you, Jamie," she said with twinkling eyes. "Have a seat on the bleachers while I put Ryan through some drills."

  Ryan and the coach went to the goal nearest where Jamie sat. After a few minutes of warm-up, Ryan took her position as the coach began to try to get the ball past her. She's a goalie? Jamie gaped. I swear, one day I'll find out she was a rodeo clown or a trapeze artist.

  Watching Ryan defend her goal was closely akin to watching a wild animal safeguard her newborn pups from a predator. With a glare in her eyes that Jamie had never seen before, she prowled along the goal line, daring the coach to make a move. Her laser-like eyes never left the ball, ignoring all of the stutter steps and feints that the coach tried to lure her with. She bent at the waist and flexed her powerful thighs, weight balanced on the balls of her feet, so that she was poised to move in any direction at any time, and she easily moved her body at the same second that the ball moved toward her. Working at close quarters like this, the coach was able to get quite a few balls past Ryan, but she had to really work for every one. There was a wide smile gracing the older woman's face by the time they stopped, and she tossed her arm around Ryan's neck to give her a rough hug.

  They came back to the bleachers laughing and joking with each other. "She hasn't lost a step," she reported to a very interested Jamie. "As a matter of fact, I think you're quicker now than you used to be," she observed.

  "I think I am too," Ryan agreed. "My legs and my butt are a lot more powerful now, and I think that helps me get a bigger burst when I move."

  "What do you weigh now?" The coach’s eyes roamed up and down Ryan’s body, pausing momentarily on some of her more ample curves.

  "I’m down to 185, but I’m trying to add a few," she remarked. "I have more stamina when I’m over 190."

  Oh God! Jamie shrieked to herself. She’ll kill me with any more stamina!

  "I don't know what you've been doing to keep in shape since you left USF, but you look absolutely fabulous," the coach marveled.

  "I do a lot of weight training and I run. That's about it," she said modestly, omitting the 20 other things she did to keep herself fit.

  "Have you ever injured your knees?" the coach asked, looking up as Ryan shook her head. She squatted down to move her kneecap gently. She continued to move her leg, trying to determine how much flexibility there was in the joint. Getting to her knees, she grasped Ryan’s leg with both hands and tried to move her knee while instructing Ryan to keep her foot planted. She nodded to herself and moved to the other leg, accepting Ryan’s hand for a boost when she was done.

  She told Ryan to sit down on the bleachers as she performed the same ritual of flexing and testin
g her range of motion with each ankle. As she moved from body part to body part, Ryan answered negatively to each question about injury. Finally, the coach looked up and asked, "Haven't you ever been hurt?"

  That brought a burst of laughter from both Ryan and Jamie. "I'm more into broken bones and concussions," she said with a smile. "But I've been terrifically lucky in that I've never injured a joint."

  The coach had her squat down and leap as high as she could, gauging her explosiveness. She asked Ryan to tense her legs and felt all along her quadriceps and then her hamstrings, her nimble fingers poking and prodding deeply into what Jamie considered her exclusive territory. But Ryan didn’t seem fazed in the least by the examination, and Jamie controlled herself from barking out a protest.

  When the coach had finally stopped groping her, she flashed Ryan a wide smile as she firmly slapped her butt, shaking her head in amazement. "You are absolutely rock hard, Ryan. How much do you work out?"

  "An hour or so a day," she said, minimizing greatly. "I ride my bike a lot, too--about 100 miles a week. I try to run 5-10 miles every day, and since I live, or lived," she corrected, "in the Noe Valley, I do a lot of hill work."

  "Well, you just look great," she said with her hands on her hips, a big smile covering her face. She turned to Jamie and asked, "Doesn't she look great?"

  A thin smile covered Jamie's mouth but did not extend to her eyes. "Great," she agreed tersely as she watched the coach’s eyes linger on her lover’s sculpted body.

  "I can't think of another test I could give you," she said as she shook her head.

  "You could count her teeth," Jamie said only slightly under her breath.