She cracked one eye open and was greeted with the sight of Doug's cock seeking entry into her mouth. She opened her mouth to speak, but the cock filled her until she felt it pushing against the back of her throat. She gagged. Her eyes opened wide and peered up at the man demanding her oral attention. It couldn't be! Doug's cock was buried in her pussy. But there he was grinning down at her, flexing his hips, provoking a response.
She closed her eyes and squeezed the cock in her mouth then the one in her vagina. Which one was Doug? Which one wasn't? She'd fantasized about having two guys at once, but never had it happened in reality. But this wasn't real. She was journeying. She could call upon her guide at any time to transport her back to the safety of Isabella's upper room. But she'd met no guide on this journey.
A palm slapped her butt, reclaiming her attention. “Don't go to sleep on us, Lacy,” the deep voice said from behind her. She knew he was rising to his feet, seating himself in her heat even deeper. He tested this new angle until he was apparently satisfied then leaned over her back and whispered in her ear, “Take him deep, woman. Don't stop until his seed is down your throat. I'll fill you from behind. This is what you wanted, isn't it—a little wildness. A little edginess."
She nodded and worked the cock in her mouth deeper in her throat. The man gripped her by the ears, maintaining his balance. She bobbed up and down, slowly at first. The man behind her kept pace with her efforts. His fingernails raked her back and she hurtled all of them toward completion. The cock in her mouth ballooned. Two more strokes and she had to swallow as fast as she could. The man howled his gratitude. And then the man behind her exploded.
"You're so damn good,” he shouted. He continued filling her and wrapped an arm under her until he found her clit.
Lacy gasped around the rapidly softening cock in her mouth and lost focus of everything. Both men held her to keep her from falling. When her mind cleared a bit, each man withdrew at the same moment. She experienced a profound sense of loss. She couldn't contain their seed in her mouth or in her pussy. Had she ever been more satiated? Would she ever again be satisfied with just one cock? Two sets of arms eased her to the blanket and she drifted in sleep.
The drumming changed its beat, signaling it was time to start back to Isabella's upper room. She wanted to say goodbye to the two Dougs before she returned, but she couldn't find either man in the meadow. Instead, an otter, one of her usual guides, beckoned her to follow him. She rose from the blankets and donned her dress and followed. “Why?” she asked. Sometimes her guide would help her find answers to her questions.
The otter shook its head. “Only you have the answer to the question you ask."
"Oh.” She turned to thank otter and found herself traversing back through the mirror into her normal reality. She sighed and squeezed her eyes tight. Was this reality actually any more normal than what she'd just experienced?
The drumming stopped.
Isabella stared at her gently. “Do you want to talk about it?"
Lacy shrugged and sat up. “I'm not sure I can."
Isabella set the drum aside and lowered herself to the floor to sit by Lacy. The woman took one of Lacy's hands and cradled it between her larger hands.
Comforted by this simple gesture of caring, Lacy softened and nodded.
"You don't have to tell me about your journey unless you want to,” Isabella said. “Sometimes it helps and sometimes it doesn't."
"I know,” Lacy replied. “There were two of him."
Isabella scowled. “What?"
"There were two Dougs."
"Oh.” The woman smiled. “I expect there's at least two of him—of each of us, really."
"I made love with both of them—at the same time."
"And that is wrong?” The corner of Isabella's mouth curved up.
"No. I don't know. Wrong and right didn't seem to be part of the equation. It happened."
"And you enjoyed it?"
Lacy exhaled. “Very much."
"Ah."
"What does it mean, Isabella? It has to mean something."
"I'm sure it does, but I can't provide you with an answer. Only you can do that."
"That's what Otter said."
Isabella smiled broadly. “Otter is wise. I would make a suggestion, if you want."
"Please.” Lacy hugged herself.
"Don't worry too hard about it. The meaning sometimes takes a long time to reveal itself to us. It can come as quick as a lightening bolt or as slow as an agonizing toothache."
"This feels much more like the latter."
"Set it aside then, but don't forget it."
Lacy rolled her eyes. “How could I ever forget that journey?"
"Good. Let's say our closing prayers and go off to bed. We have a long drive to get you to the airport tomorrow."
Lacy rose to her feet and held Isabella's hand. “Will you hold me and love me tonight?"
"If you wish. I thought maybe those two fellows wore you out."
Grinning, Lacy murmured, “They did, but that was in a different time reality. You and I are here now, and I don't know when I'll be back."
Isabella lifted Lacy's chin and brushed her lips across hers. “Come, querida. I will always welcome you to my bed. You are a very loving woman. More than you realize."
"What we share is more than just sex, isn't it?"
"Of course. I don't believe there is such a thing as just sex, if we have eyes to see."
* * * *
The next afternoon Lacy stood at the edge of a landing strip carved out of baked red dirt. The bush pilot who would fly her back to civilization puffed on a cigarette while she said her goodbyes to Isabella.
"We appreciate so much what you do for our people,” Isabella said with much solemnity.
Lacy held up her hand to protest, but the older woman shook her head.
"You help us preserve and understand our heritage. And through that we can explore possible futures that might not otherwise have been considered."
"But you give so much in return.” Lacy's eyes misted over as she squeezed Isabella's fingers. “You give yourself."
"Yes. For some of us, that may be all we have to give.” She narrowed her eyes at Lacy. “For others, that may be the most difficult gift to give."
Lacy moved easily into Isabella's arms. Their lips joined in a soft, unhurried kiss.
The bush pilot cleared his throat. “We best be going,” he announced.
With a twinkle in her eye, Isabella eased out of their embrace. “Until next time,” she said, quietly.
Lacy nodded. “Until next time.” She climbed into the small four-seat plane and turned to wave at her hostess, but Isabella was already driving her beat-up pickup down the dusty road. Lacy fastened her seatbelt and leaned back in the seat. She was headed back—back home. Why did this place, at times, feel more like home than Boston?
She shook her head. As usual, she was leaving with more questions than answers. Would Doug still be waiting for her when she returned from the desert, or had what they shared been an incendiary flame, flaring red-hot one instant and extinguishing the next?
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CHAPTER FIVE
—Doug glanced at the wall clock in the small room that passed for his living room. Lacy had never been far from his thoughts—she was due back sometime today. What should his next move be? He didn't want to give himself away quite yet. But he didn't want to risk leaving the next step entirely up to her, either—it would be too easy for her to just avoid contacting him and end things unilaterally.
Had she landed at Logan yet? She had said she'd call, though she hadn't said when. He'd give her a little more time. He'd have to play his cards very carefully, to keep her thinking she still had the upper hand without appearing so naïve or besotted that she'd lose interest. The sharp ring-tone of his cell phone startled him out of his reverie. He pulled it out of his pocket and answered in a non-committal voice.
"It's me."
Th
e voice on the other end surprised him—it was sexy and throaty. Back in his court? Deliberately enticing? Unpredictable, in any case. Hard to tell who had the upper hand. “Hi, me. How was your trip? Welcome back."
"The trip back was uneventful.” She paused. “But I am beat."
"I imagine. That must be a long flight."
"Too long.” He heard her breath catch before she asked, “Are you alone?"
Interesting! So that mattered to her? “Of course I'm alone. What about you?"
"Guess I just wanted to know for sure.” She paused. “I'm alone."
He held his breath—the next move was still up to her.
"Have you thought about me while I've been away?"
Her playful tone was welcoming. “Oh, yeah,” he let himself answer. “Does that surprise? How about you?"
Her light chuckle filled his ears. “Oh, you've wormed your way into my thoughts more than I'd like."
"Good. Though I'd rather worm my way into your body."
"Sooo.” Her laughter tickled. “You missed me. Have you been masturbating remembering how I look naked?"
She sure wasn't into being subtle. “Yes,” he grunted. “Does that turn you on?"
"Delicious,” she squealed. “I like that a lot. I like a man to remember me. Would you let me watch sometime?"
"That could probably be arranged. And you?"
"Of course. I enjoy replaying my sexual encounters over and over until I'm completely relaxed. Did you think I wouldn't?"
"I didn't know what to think. Do you want me to come over? It's not that late."
"No, lover,” she said, far too sweetly for his taste. “I'm too exhausted. Maybe tomorrow night."
"Okay—I'll check in with you tomorrow. Get plenty of rest."
"Don't be in such a hurry to hang up, lover,” she cooed. “I may still need your assistance to help me sleep."
"Oh.” This could get interesting.
"Are you on your couch?"
"Yes."
"Fully dressed."
"Of course."
"Too bad. I'm lying in bed with nothing on but the memory of your body crushing me to the mattress and your hard cock splitting my pussy."
"Jesus, woman,” he said, trying to straighten his erection.
She laughed. “Are you getting hard?"
"What do you think?"
"I think you should unbuckle your belt, unsnap your jeans, unzip your zipper and shuck those jeans and underwear so you can help me get to sleep."
Doug squeezed his eyes shut and reached for his belt buckle. Why the hell not? Bringing himself off to her voice had to be saner than bringing himself off to her image.
"Are you doing what I suggested?"
"You know I am,” he growled. “But I'm going to have to put you down in order to get these damn tight jeans off."
"You do that. Just don't forget where you put me."
He kicked his clothes across the room and picked up the phone. Phone sex—it'd been ages since anyone had pulled that on him. He'd almost forgotten how enticing it could be. “I'm back,” he said, keeping his voice on an even keel.
"Are you ready?"
He ran his fingers up and down his shaft. “I'm ready for you."
"Where do you want him? In my mouth, in my pussy or in my ass?"
"Jesus,” he murmured, imagining each orifice in turn.
"I'm waiting,” she teased, “I've got a vibrator warmed up. Just tell me where you want your cock."
He decided to go for it. “In your ass,” he said at last, half expecting her to hang up.
"Bold choice,” she said. “I like bold. I like your choice. A lot. My butt is already tingling. Too bad you're not here. Oh well. We'll have to make do with what we have."
He nodded and waited. He could hear the soft hum of a vibrator.
"I'm wetting the vibrator in my mouth. There, that should do. Did you think of my lips around your cock?"
"Yes."
"Are you pulling on your pole?"
"Yes."
"Good, but do be patient. Don't get ahead of me. I'm sliding the vibrator down across my pussy. Oh, nice,” she murmured. “I'm tilting my knees up nearly to my breast. There, I can see my ass clearly in the mirror. Can you see it? Are you admiring my dark portal opening for you? Do you like what you see?"
He closed his eyes and imagined her poised, waiting for his response. This was getting good—very good, in fact. “Yes. It's awesome."
"I'm glad. I have the tip of the vibrator at the outer entrance. Wow,” she moaned. “So sensitive."
"I'm sure,” he replied, his hand picking up speed.
"I'm pushing it in further. Oh my. This is incredible—particularly knowing that you are listening in. Have you ever had a vibrator in your ass?"
He made the quick choice to lie. “Not yet."
"Too bad. Hang around me long enough, professor, and we will rectify that matter. Do you think you'd like that?"
"If you're holding onto the vibrator, I know I will."
"You do sound willing to try. Maybe I'll take your cock in my mouth at the same time. I'm glad you're okay with surprises. You'd try most anything for me, wouldn't you?"
"You better believe it.” He let his voice drop in pitch. “How about you? I might have a surprise or two for you, too."
"Cripes,” she mumbled, “I'm not going to be able to take this much longer. Your cock is probing my ass so deep. It's propelling in and out of me. Goodness. I'm digging at my clit with my other hand. I'm almost there. Are you with me?"
"Yeah,” he grunted, watching his hand become a blur. Two could play this game. “I've spread your cheeks wide. You're right. I'm pounding your ass relentlessly. You're so fucking tight!"
"I'm coming. Pull out and pump your seed all over my ass. Quickly!"
"Ah, hell,” Doug groaned into the phone while splattering across his belly and both arms—and over Lacy's ass.
"You did it! Didn't you, Doug? You came all over me."
"I did,” he managed to mumble. “You sound awed.” His heart was still pounding. How could she expect a coherent conversation at this point?
"Thanks, lover, I am,” she chirped. “I wish I could have seen you gushing. If I was sitting next to you, I'd clean you up with my tongue. But a warm wash cloth will have to do. Poor boy. Bye."
"Bye,” he grunted at the clicking sound of her disconnecting.
He slumped back on the couch and sighed. His penis softened and shrank. What the hell was happening to him? He'd just let her talk him through a climax. It hadn't been without pleasure, but why? He could've gone along with her game without actually bringing himself off. She'd never have known the difference—she hadn't been able to see him.
He stared in curiosity at his messy penis—a warm wet wash cloth was a poor substitute for Lacy's mouth. He chuckled. Or her ass, for that matter. So she wanted him to take her ass? Well and good, but on his own time schedule. If she didn't have something new to look forward to, she might want to move on.
* * * *
"Did you sleep well last night?” Lacy set aside the peach she'd been sucking on. She laughed and dabbed at the corners of her mouth as the juices began to spill.
Doug glanced around the nearly empty campus cafeteria and suppressed a smile. “You're putting on quite a show, don't you think?"
"I'm only eating a peach, lover. Don't get too excited. You didn't answer my question."
"I slept fine.” He settled back into his chair. “How about you?
"Like a lamb. My bottom still hummed this morning. I found it pleasant waking up remembering what you'd done to me.” She winked at him. “Maybe you should get around to doing that in the flesh, so to speak. You have such a commanding voice. I like the way the simple word ass rolls off your tongue. I hope you didn't have too much trouble cleaning up the mess we created for you last night."
"I managed.” Damn, if he couldn't get her to shut up quickly, he might not be able to resist dragging her back to his office a
nd showing her what his tongue could do with her ass. “So was your trip a success?"
Lacy sobered and a glint entered her eyes that he couldn't decipher. “It was. I was able to add to my data set. I'm ready to do more of the preliminary analysis."
"How many articles will you generate from this study?"
Shrugging, Lacy said, “Too early to tell. Two or three, maybe."
"A book?"
Her brow furrowed. “I try not to think about that. Maybe."
"That could mean tenure."
"Probably."
"Isn't that what this is about—getting the golden ring? Tenure for life?"
"You already have tenure. Does it matter that much?"
Doug reached for his coffee cup. “It matters, but not as much as I'd expected. Certainly not as much as it does to some of our colleagues."
"That's what I thought.” Lacy paused. She looked like she was thinking about something or someone else. She shook her head. “Sorry. But publishing and tenure isn't the justification for my field work."
"What is?"
"I'm deeply drawn to those people—those currently living in that vast, beautiful land.” She became quite animated, stretching her arms wide. “And those who preceded them. They are a special people—wise, playful, passionate."
"Sort of like you.” She reddened slightly. He was unaccustomed to seeing her blush. What had happened to her in the desert?
She tilted her head to the side. “I guess you'd have to be there to really understand."
He chuckled. “Nearly all of my field work takes place in libraries and on the internet. But I could probably be talked into assisting on a dig.” Immediately, he knew he'd said something wrong.
She scowled and sat up straighter. “People I work with are skittish with strangers."
"And even though I'd be with you, I'd still be a stranger?"
"Absolutely. So do you have plans for the weekend?"
"I hadn't thought about it yet. It's only Monday.” He cocked his head to one side. “Aren't we getting together tonight?"
She shook her head. “I've changed my mind. I've got way too much work to do. You're right, I need to write up my notes—maybe even begin outlining an article or two."
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