"Go get it," Jamie said, slapping her on the butt. "And drink some caffeine. I want an all-night massage, Buffy."
Ryan set up the table in the parlor, mostly because she didn't want to haul the heavy table up the stairs.
Jamie had stripped to her underwear and walked down the stairs carrying an old sheet and a large bottle of vanilla-scented massage lotion. She wiggled the bottle in her hand. "I don't want you to stop until this is all gone," she teased.
"A modesty sheet?" Ryan asked, one eyebrow raised.
Jamie stood next to her and kissed her. "A don't-stick-to-the-vinyl sheet. I'm the opposite of modest when I'm with you. I'm … bumptious."
Ryan drew a fingertip across her lover's ass. "You have a very nice bum."
"Look it up later," Jamie said as she spread the sheet on the table and slid onto it, sitting upright.
"Underwear?" Ryan asked. "I thought you were bumptious."
"I am." She reached behind herself, unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. Then she lay flat on the table and lifted her hips while she shimmied out of her panties.
Ryan leaned over a little to watch, and when the panties were off, Jamie placed them neatly upon her lover's head. Ryan smiled and adjusted them until she was satisfied with her little mint green cap. "How do I look?"
"Like a woman wearing a hat with very large ear holes," Jamie said with a giggle.
Ryan whisked it off and tossed the garment near where the bra had landed. "Every once it a while, I'm glad Mia's gone," she said. "Not very often, but this is one of those times."
Jamie nodded, laughing. "She had impeccable timing. No matter where she was or what she was supposed to be doing, she would have marched in here as soon as you got me covered in oil."
"I think she would have waited for this," Ryan said, tearing off her T-shirt and pajama bottoms. "She had a sixth sense for when I was naked. I can't count the times she caught me in the shower or changing clothes."
"I think she just liked to see you naked," Jamie said. "Not that I blame her." She rolled onto her side and openly ogled her lover. "You are one gorgeous hunk of flesh, O'Flaherty."
Ryan slapped her on the hip, just a little harder than she had to. "You'd better not flirt with all of your massage therapists."
"Just you," Jamie said. She rolled onto her stomach and let her arms dangle. "Do whatever you want, baby. I'm all yours."
Ryan assessed her for a moment, thinking about Jamie's general complaint about her back muscles. "I think I'll start out with a pretty gentle Swedish massage, then get serious."
"Serious?" The blonde head lifted.
Patting her butt, Ryan said, "Relax. I won't hurt you any more than I have to."
Jamie dropped her head, muttering, "Very reassuring. You should really consider medicine as a field."
Ryan knew her partner was talking, but she was concentrating, making up her action plan. She knew Jamie would repeat herself if she were saying anything important, and if not, it was nice background noise.
She warmed the lotion in her hands and started near the shoulder blades, making smooth, strong, long swipes with her palms across her lover's back, getting her used to her touch.
The blonde hummed with pleasure, loving Ryan's touch in any circumstance, but particularly when she was concentrating on rubbing her whole body. After a while, Ryan started to knead the pliant flesh, working from head to toe with a very light pressure. Jamie felt she was floating on a cushion of air, barely able to feel the table under her.
Ryan's touch grew more concentrated, and she made brisk chopping gestures up and down her lover's body, energizing her while simultaneously relaxing her. Finally, Ryan started to stretch Jamie, beginning with her ankles and slowly progressing to her knees, hips, hands, elbows and shoulders.
"Ungh," the blonde grunted. "More."
"Plenty more, you little piggy." Now that she was sure Jamie was limber, she began to work a little deeper, this time using her fingers and thumbs. Some of the points she probed caused Jamie to groan a little, but Ryan urged her to breathe through the pain and try to relax.
After a long time, Ryan was fairly satisfied, but there was a knot at the base of her lover's right buttock for which she needed more leverage. Without warning, she knelt on the table and stood, surprising Jamie who let out a yelp. "You're gonna break the table!"
Laughing, Ryan said, "This table can take 800 pounds of working weight. I could jump up and down, and it'd be fine."
"What are you doing up there?"
"I need a little leverage," Ryan said. She squatted down, then put her knee right above the knot and began to press while she rotated her leg in a quick, circular motion.
The pressure was quite intense, but Jamie wasn't able to complain. She could feel the muscle loosen, and realized that it, not her back, was the cause of her earlier pain. She groaned in pleasure as the pain washed through her and disappeared. When Ryan lifted her knee, Jamie moaned, "Thank you, thank you, thank you."
Hopping back onto the floor, Ryan started to rub her hands all along her partner's body, keeping the circulation going. "My pleasure. Want some more?"
"Duh … I think I do, but won't I be sore?"
"Probably-especially in your glutes. You had some real tightness built up there. We've gotta work on those muscles more often."
"Must be from shifting my hips in my swing. Maybe I'm not warming up enough."
"Or stretching when you're finished. Did you stretch today?"
"No." Jamie hid her eyes from Ryan's gaze. "As soon as I finished my match I had to run into the locker room and put on a dry shirt. We almost missed our flight."
Ryan patted her on the butt. "I know how it is when your team's waiting, but try to stretch whenever you can, okay?"
"Deal." Jamie raised her head and batted her eyes at her partner. "Now why don't you give me a nice, gentle, fall asleep massage? I know you're good at those."
"Already warming up the lotion," Ryan said, rubbing her hands together. She started at her partner's feet, slathering the lotion around her toes and insteps.
The earlier work seemed to have energized her, and Jamie started chattering away, telling Ryan about each of her matches. The brunette was trying to pay attention, but one golf match sounded very much like the next to her. She was sure that reaching the green with a driver from a bunker two hundred yards away was a wonderful thing, but she guessed hearing about it interested her as much as hearing about solving a quadratic equation impressed Jamie. She figured her job was to take her cues and make the appropriate sound of approval or dismay as Jamie talked.
Even though her lover's words weren't spellbinding, Ryan noted that when her partner laughed her ass wiggled in the most adorable fashion, something she'd never noticed before. As Jamie explained a particular shot, she twitched her torso, and her cheeks grew as firm as a pair of melons. What a fantastic view, the brunette thought, feeling a definite tingle in her clit. Why haven't I put her on her belly more often? It's like having a whole new girlfriend.
Ryan started working up one tanned leg, feeling the solid muscle in her lover's calf. Going up the leg, she started imagining ways she could straddle it, dreaming up all sorts of shapes that Euclid had never considered.
There was something very appealing about watching her lover and fantasizing about her when she was completely oblivious. Even though she knew she could always talk Jamie into being sexual, it was fun to start to be sexual without her. Ryan wasn't sure why that was, but there was some part of her that felt a little guilty about it. That didn't stop her though, and she realized that part of the allure was that Jamie wasn't self-conscious since she didn't know she was being gawked at. Even though the younger woman had come a long, long way, she was still a little skittish about Ryan's open appraisal of her body. When she didn't know she was being looked at, she behaved completely naturally, letting Ryan focus on nothing but her body.
Ryan realized that she usually focused on her lover's eyes and the connection that alway
s built when they made eye contact during lovemaking. Ryan loved that feeling more than she could say, but not having it let her stare at Jamie's ass-her very favorite spot. She'd seen asses of every shape, size and color, but there wasn't a doubt that Jamie had the ne plus ultra of asses. Firm, but with enough give to make a lovely pillow, smooth as an infant's, shapely-with a little dent on the outside of each cheek further defining it. There were a few faint freckles on the uppermost edge of her bottom, right where a low-cut bikini would leave the tender skin exposed to the sun. There was still the vaguest remainder of summer's tan line, and Ryan had to stop herself from sliding her tongue all the way across it.
Jamie rambled on, with Ryan guessing she was still on Monday's match. The brunette was barely acknowledging her partner's commentary now, just mumbling an "uh-huh" here and there. She was so lost in her thoughts that she was sure Jamie would notice, but she was managing to pull it off. She took her partner's left leg and stretched it at the knee, then pulled her thigh off the table, revealing one of Ryan's favorite places on earth. Her mouth began to water like a hungry tigress', and she pulled the thigh further away from the other, making her view all the more alluring.
Not noticing anything out of the ordinary, Jamie continued to talk when Ryan put her leg on the far edge of the table. The brunette switched to the right leg, once again starting at the foot and moving her way slowly upwards. By the time she got to Jamie's upper thigh, she was ready to eat her partner alive. Ryan's clit was throbbing, and a rush of warmth spread through her groin. She snuck a look at the lotion, quickly reading the label before she coated her fingers with it. Then, she placed Jamie's right thigh on the outside edge of the table, opened her lips with one hand while two fingers simultaneously slid inside. Ryan purred with satisfaction when her fingers found their depth, but Jamie squealed, her cunt closing on Ryan's fingers, making the brunette wince. "Relax, baby," she soothed. "Just a little surprise."
"Mmm …" With a heavy sigh, Jamie's hips began to sway, and she opened up, letting Ryan slowly turn her hand, touching every surface. "Good surprise. Very good surprise."
"You sure? Should I have asked first?"
"Huh-uh. Surprise me anytime you want. It's yours," the blonde said, her voice low and sexy. "Anytime you want it."
The way her hips moved made Ryan's knees weak, and in a matter of seconds, she was sure she would fall. Her head was swimming with desire, and she found herself slipping out of her partner and climbing onto the table, covering her with her body.
She supported as much of her own weight as she could, but Jamie wanted more. "Harder," she demanded. "Let me feel all of you."
Ryan's hands slid up her slick body and found her lover's hands stretched out over her head. She grasped them and rode her, pressing her mound into Jamie's ass while they moved together on the table.
"Bite me," the blonde begged, lifting her head to expose her neck.
Ryan complied, taking a mouthful of tender flesh between her gleaming teeth. She mouthed her, sucking on the skin while pressing into Jamie as hard as she could. She nearly saw stars and wasn't aware that she was biting down until her partner moaned.
"God damn, that feels good!"
Immediately, Ryan released the skin, nuzzling and kissing the welt she'd made.
But Jamie wasn't looking for an apology. "Do it again," she begged. "Come on, baby. Do it again."
Ryan had partially come to her senses, and she continued to mouth and suck on bits of flesh across Jamie's neck and back. But she kept her teeth covered, unwilling to give in to her partner's temporary desires. Still, even those tender bites were driving Ryan's need, and she slid down until she was straddling Jamie's slick thigh. She moved the leg, trying to wedge it between her legs when Jamie let her muscles go loose, allowing Ryan to do whatever she needed.
The brunette supported her torso in a semblance of a pushup, then settled against the curve of her lover's ass, letting the plump flesh press against her. Her hand slid down, and she opened herself, hissing out a sigh when her overheated clit touched Jamie's slippery cheek. She lay still for a moment, trying to control herself, but her cunt was throbbing painfully, and she couldn't wait another second. She started to snap her hips, rubbing against Jamie's ass with every ounce of her strength. Their skin slapped together, squishing with every thrust. Ryan shook her head and let it fall back, sucking in as much air as she could while she tried to hold out for just a few moments.
Jamie reached behind herself and slapped her lover hard on the ass. "Come on, baby. Come for me!"
Groaning loudly, Ryan grabbed her partner around the waist and thrust hard, once … twice … three times, and then she came noisily, calling out a string of partially formed words before she collapsed upon Jamie, making the table squeak as it bounced on the wooden floor.
"I wanna hold you," Jamie mumbled from underneath her fleshy blanket.
"Unh," was all her partner managed.
The blonde lay still for another few seconds, then realized that she was going to have to secure her own air supply. Using all of her strength, she propped herself up a few inches, taking Ryan with her. Her new position wasn't terribly comfortable, but she could breathe.
Ryan forced herself into a state of semi-rational thought and slithered off the table, holding on to the edge for dear life while she got her sea legs.
Jamie rolled over, sat up and then scooted down the table, wrapping her arms around her unsteady lover. "My God, what got into you tonight?"
"I have no idea," Ryan mumbled thickly.
Jamie started to giggle, quickly shaking with laughter. "Make sure it gets into you again, okay? I don't know what the hell we were doing, but it sure was fun!"
Ryan gave her a half smile, looking very much like she did when she'd had too much to drink. She took the sheet from the table and briskly dried her body, then folded it and covered the sofa with it. Wearing her sexiest smile, she lay down and curled a finger at her lover.
"Me? You want me?" Jamie asked, playfully looking around the room.
"You're the only one in the world."
Jamie walked over to her. "Where do you want me? I'm game for anything."
Making a quick decision, Ryan patted her lap. "Lie against me."
"Like this?" Jamie sat down and used Ryan's torso as a backrest. She had her knees raised, and Ryan slid her legs down, making a nice little nest for her.
"Perfect. Now I can touch all of the parts I didn't get to play with before."
"Always thinking," Jamie said. "You're a planner."
Jamie's ear was right beside Ryan's lips, and the brunette spoke softly as she started to touch her. "Have I told you lately how perfectly spectacular your breasts are?" She filled both hands with the silky-smooth flesh and moved her hands up and down a few times before giving them a good squeeze.
"Huh-uh. You're way behind on your compliment quota."
"I should be spanked," Ryan purred.
"I gave you a pretty good swat earlier," Jamie reminded her. "Was that okay?"
Ryan laughed wryly. "Made me come like a rocket. That's always a good thing." She started to flick her fingernails against her lover's nipples, making them as hard as pebbles in moments. "Was it really okay that I snuck up on you?"
"Huh?"
"Before," Ryan said. "When I put my fingers into you."
Jamie didn't answer right away. She knew that Ryan wasn't saying something, and she wanted to make sure she knew the real question before she answered it. "How did I act?" she asked, fishing.
Laughing again, Ryan said, "You seemed to get into the mood pretty quickly. I just wasn't sure how you'd feel about my fantasizing about you and getting hot when you didn't know I was doing it."
"Ooh … is that why you were so sizzling hot? I was wondering …"
"Well, you do make me hot in seconds, so that's not odd, but I had a real good head start this time." Ryan was lightly scratching Jamie's breasts, covering them in slowly growing circles, then going back to the nippl
es to plump them up again.
It was hard to concentrate, but Jamie did, hearing something in Ryan's voice. She sounded like a kid who was fairly sure she was in trouble, but wanted to make sure before she apologized. God, she gets so hot when she thinks she's done something wrong, Jamie thought, laughing inside. She's such a good little Catholic girl with a naughty streak a mile wide. I don't want her to think I was put off by her, but I don't want her to think it wasn't just a little wrong, either. That'd take the fun out of it for her. "Keep doing that," she said, pushing back against Ryan so she could pinch her nipples a little harder. "You're such a little devil."
"Is that good?" Ryan whispered, begging for approval.
"When you're good, you're very, very good," Jamie said. "But when you're bad, you're better." She grasped Ryan's hand and slipped it between her legs. Then she spread herself open and guided her lover's fingers inside, a little growl of pleasure accompanying the motion. She spread her legs as far apart as she could and slumped down a little to give Ryan better access. "Show me your bad self," she whispered, smiling when she felt Ryan's nipples harden against her back. She's soooo easy.
Part Thirteen
The next afternoon, the fledgling stock moguls kept their planned lunch date and sat in front of Jamie's computer, watching the real-time stock ticker. "I can't believe how quickly Palm is going up," Jamie gasped. "It's absolutely amazing!"
"Offered at 38, and it's at 145," Ryan nodded slowly. "There are some very wealthy people out there if they get out soon."
"When do you think we should sell short?" Jamie asked.
Ryan checked her watch. "It's gotta be now," she said. "I've gotta be on the bus in thirty minutes. Unless you want to take over …"
"No, no, this has to be a joint decision. Now's fine."
Ryan kissed Jamie's cheek and said, "I don't think this is the best way to time stock sales, but duty calls. Call me later and let me know how high it got."
"Will do, Ms. Megabucks."
Giving her one last kiss, Ryan said, "That's a title I'll never be able to wrest from you, sweet cheeks. See you later tonight."
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