by Violet Blue
He kissed his way back up her body while she lay frozen to the mattress, still whimpering quietly, her body tingling. His mouth found hers and she kissed him back with as much energy as she could muster and with all the feeling she had bubbling inside her like champagne.
“So what do you think?” James asked, nuzzling her neck. “Did I change your mind?”
“I’m not sure,” Lisa said softly as she turned to face him, a smile spreading across her heart-shaped face. “I might need more convincing.”
WAITING FOR THE RIVER
Kris Adams
They’d never really spoken before, so Fanny was surprised when Wanda invited her to lunch on the last day of her six-month temp assignment. She was even more surprised when the other woman mentioned a favor she wanted to ask.
Wanda ate quickly, nervously. Fanny tried to be patient, but her curiosity was piqued, and the lunch hour was quickly coming to a close.
“Are you going to ask me this favor yet?” Wanda looked up with panicked eyes. “We have to get back to work, and you seem so nervous about this. Just ask me.”
“I’m sorry. You’re right.” Wanda lowered her fork and cleared her throat. “Okay, um. I remember hearing you say that you have a digital camcorder, right? Well, Marc, my boyfriend, he’s in sales, so he travels a lot.” She played with a loose tendril of dark hair. “Sometimes I don’t see him for weeks on end. And it’s hard—for him. To not see me.” Wanda’s eyes pleaded for understanding. “You know?”
“Sure.”
Wanda continued, more softly and more slowly than before. “So I—I mean, we—were thinking, maybe I should make a video. For him. When he’s on the road. That he could watch.” She looked up and whispered, “A personal video.”
“A personal vi—ooooh.” Fanny sat back in her seat and grinned at Wanda’s jumpiness. “You want to borrow my camcorder and make a home se—”
“Sssssshhhhh!” Wanda hissed as she covered her eyes and scrunched down in her seat. “Don’t say it out loud!”
Fanny would have rolled her eyes at her coworker’s paranoia…if she hadn’t thought the paranoia was kind of cute. “People do it all the time. I can bring it in tomorrow. Do you and Marc need the tripod?”
“Um.” If Wanda could have looked even more mortified than before, she did just then. “No, I…that’s not what I meant.” Elbows on the table between them, Wanda hid her face in the back of her hands, leaned forward, and muttered, “I was wondering if…if youcouldtapemebymyself.” She kept her eyes squeezed shut in preparation for a crushing blow, but it didn’t come.
“Um. Yeah, okay, why not?”
Wanda pulled back quickly and sank down into the booth. “Okay. Thanks,” she replied under her breath, just as the waitress came to drop off the check. “Lunch is on me.” She bit her lip and looked at Fanny with doe eyes. “I feel like I should buy you dinner, too.”
“Yeah,” Fanny whispered. “You probably should.”
Fanny smiled and tried not to look at her watch. Once they’d arrived at the hotel room and Wanda had quickly slipped into the bed, they’d made pleasant if awkward small talk for nearly ten minutes. Fanny decided she needed to get things moving. “Is there anything you need me to do to make you more comfortable? More wine?” Wanda bit her lip and then her eyes darted quickly over to her purse. Fanny slid out of her chair and retrieved Wanda’s handbag. Wanda took out a DVD.
“It’s Marc’s,” she muttered as she handed the disc to Fanny. “Not that I’m into watching that stuff or anything!”
“Of course not.” Fanny smiled as she turned on the television and put in the blank DVD. There were no ads, no menus, no chapter selections, just a scene of a woman asleep in a bed in a dark-lit room.
“I just grabbed one of my boyfriend’s DVDs. They all look the same to me,” she explained, badly. “I just thought that I might be too nervous without some, um, visuals.”
“Whatever you want.” Fanny returned to the chair next to the camera and located her subject through the viewfinder. “Whenever you’re ready.” Wanda fidgeted on the bed like she couldn’t get comfortable. She let out a deep breath and fixed her gaze on the television screen, where the sleeping woman was slowly coming awake. After five minutes she’d only progressed to gently rubbing her hands over her chest. Fanny made a small yawn. “How long have you been with your boyfriend?”
“Eighteen months. He’s a good guy. I mean, as good as one could expect.”
Fanny nodded. “You two have a good time together? I mean, you know, you enjoy yourselves, right?”
“Oh, sure.” Wanda smirked. “He’s very sexual. He wants me all the time.”
“Sure he wants you…but does he get you off?”
“Well, um. He doesn’t…I don’t always…um…with him.”
“So not so much with him. But you can by yourself?”
“Mostly.”
“Go on.”
Wanda smiled proudly. “Sometimes, when he’s away, he’ll call me late at night and we have…you know…on the phone.” Fanny nodded and discreetly pressed the record button on the remote control for the camera. “Have you ever done that?”
“Have I ever had phone sex? No, I can’t say I have.”
A pleased look crossed Wanda’s face. “Really? I’m surprised.”
“Why?”
“Well, I just thought that you’d have done a lot…because you’re—”
“Because I’m what?”
“Oh…I just thought that you were…um.” Wanda blushed and stretched her legs out. “I mean, I’ve never heard you talk about a guy or anything,” she explained, eyes on the floor.
“Well, if that’s the case, wouldn’t you be more comfortable with someone else doing this—in case I try to hit on you?” Fanny snapped.
“I’m sorry. I don’t care. I just couldn’t ask any of my girl-friends at work to do this, and since you’re leaving—”
“You’ll never have to look me in the face after tonight, right?”
“Sorry.”
“Whatever. You were saying—”
“So, are you?”
“I thought you said it didn’t matter.”
“Just curious.” Fanny said nothing, then Wanda added quickly, “Why did you agree to this anyway? It’s a strange request, especially since we won’t be seeing each other anymore.”
“Maybe because we won’t be seeing each other anymore.” Fanny stared at her knees silently until she was distracted by the panting coming from the television. The woman on the screen was tugging on her panties. When Fanny looked up she was unnerved by Wanda’s rapacious glare. She took a deep breath and watched Wanda mirror her. “Wanda. Why don’t you tell me a fantasy.”
“All right.”
Fanny knew she was on the right track, but her patience started to wear thin five minutes into another massage-and-bubble-bath story. Wanda hadn’t made much progress. And her eyes were glued to the woman rubbing herself through her panties on the screen. Both were moving too slow for Fanny.
“Let’s try something else.” Fanny motioned for Wanda to lie flat on her back. “Close your eyes.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s just a blindfold, don’t worry.” The thin black silk scarf had been the last thing she’d grabbed on her way to the hotel, but something told her she might need it. Once she’d tied it firmly around Wanda’s eyes, she checked the battery on the camera and turned the volume up on the TV. “Now. I want you to pretend that you’re her, the woman on the screen.” Wanda nodded but only shifted underneath the covers. Fanny checked the battery again; one bar had already disappeared. “Lick your lips for me, okay? Now. I want you to pull down the bedspread for me.”
A faint, “Okay,” slipped from Wanda’s lips as she slowly pushed the thick bedspread down to her knees, leaving the flat sheet to cover her up to her collarbone.
“Now, tell me what you’d want your boyfriend to do to you right now.”
“I don’t—”
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bsp; “You do know, you just have to say it.”
Wanda took a deep breath. “Well, I guess I’d like for him to touch my face. My mouth.”
“How?”
“Softly.”
“Show me. Pretend that your hand is your boyfriend.” There was a slight nod, and then Wanda’s fingers inched toward her mouth. They trembled slightly as they traced her lips. “Wet your lips again.” This time Wanda made a small, barely audible moan when her tongue made contact with her fingers. She suckled them without being told. “That’s good,” Fanny whispered. “Do you like to suck your boyfriend’s fingers? If your boyfriend were here, would he…slide his tongue deep inside your mouth?” When Wanda nodded quickly, Fanny added, “Are you thinking about your boyfriend right now?”
“Uh-uh,” Wanda replied around her licked wet fingers.
Fanny waited until Wanda’s hand started sliding toward her breast. “Are you thinking about the woman in the movie?” Wanda didn’t answer, but both hands cupping her breasts through the sheet was answer enough. “Are you picturing her?”
“I can’t see her.”
“But you’ve watched it enough times to know what she’s doing, haven’t you?” Wanda answered by licking her lips and gently tracing her nipples through the material. “You watch it when you’re alone? And then you masturbate?” Wanda blushed, smiled, and arched her back enough to expose the swell of her right breast. Fanny zoomed in and tried to remain the objective director, even as Wanda teased the brown nipple to hardness. “Why do you like this movie so much?”
“It’s…she…she gets so…um…” Wanda shivered and seemed to stall. Fanny peeled her eyes away, hard as that was, to glance briefly at the screen, which contained a close-up of the starlet’s spread, glistening vulva.
“You like it ’cause she gets nice and wet for you?”
“Oh.”
“Does Marc make you wet like that?” Wanda shook her head, and then her lip trembled. “Hey, it’s all right.” Fanny hesitated, and then reached out to gently brush her hand over Wanda’s forehead. “It’s okay.”
“I really try to please him,” Wanda sighed. “I know that he gets frustrated that he can’t make me…come.”
“A lot of women have that problem.”
“Do you? Do you always have orgasms? By yourself?”
When Fanny whispered, “Yes,” Wanda scooted up the bed, freeing both breasts from the sheets. Fanny had to squeeze her hand into a fist. “I could help you. Would you like me to help you?”
“Please.”
Fanny looked around the room helplessly for inspiration. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Show me what you do to yourself.” Fanny’s mouth fell open. She wasn’t sure if that was an invitation to show or to tell, and either way she wasn’t sure if Wanda was serious or not.
“Turn over on your stomach and spread your legs.” Fanny figured that was simple enough, and if Wanda wasn’t game then things would stop there. To her surprise, Wanda did as she was told. “Okay. Pull the sheet down.”
“Can you do it for me?”
“Yes.” Fanny stood at the end of the bed and carefully peeled the thin sheet away, revealing Wanda’s full ass. “Move your legs apart.” Wanda hesitated, but only for a second. From behind Fanny could see Wanda’s nicely trimmed vulva. “Does the air feel good between your legs?” Wanda’s hand appeared beneath her as she nodded. “No, don’t touch yourself yet.” Fanny scanned the room for something soft, and found it on her chest. She removed her satin blouse before she lost her nerve and slipped it into Wanda’s palm.
“This is soft. Put it between your legs and—” She didn’t want to stop this before it got good, and she had no idea what words she could use that wouldn’t turn Wanda off completely. “Gently rub it against your lips.”
“My…lips.”
“Yes, Wanda,” Fanny whispered as she watched her own nipples harden against her bra. “Your labia.”
Wanda shivered as she slid the blouse down between her thighs. “Soft.” She rubbed the shirt in gentle circles against her pubic bone, then made shy swipes along her outer lips. “Feels good.” Her hips pressed forward as she swallowed a shy moan. “Is this your blouse?”
“How do you know?”
“I can smell you on it.”
Fanny smiled and knelt between Wanda’s spread feet. “Sniff it.” Wanda pulled the blouse to her face and took a deep breath. “Does it still smell like me?”
“Smells like…both of us.”
“Put it in your mouth.” Wanda’s tongue made long, teasing swipes along the material, and Fanny’s heart raced as she imagined momentarily that it was her panties instead of her blouse. When Wanda’s satin covered hand appeared between her legs again, Fanny leaned down to get a better view. “Press your fingers deeper this time.” Wanda spread her lips and rubbed the fabric against her introitus. Fanny’s mouth went dry as she watched. “Rub it against your clit.”
“Mm.” Wanda’s hips made tiny pulsing motions against her hand.
“Are you hard?”
“Yes.”
“Touch your clit, but don’t use your fingers.”
Wanda stopped moving. “I don’t understand.” Before Fanny could offer, Wanda tucked her head in her pillow, tilted her ass up in the air, and whispered, “Show me?”
Fanny started to reply, but she could tell her voice would crack embarrassingly if she did. With slightly shaking hands, she took the blouse from Wanda and held it up by both sleeves. As best she could without touching her, Fanny slid the material loosely over Wanda’s genitals. A soft moan escaped her unwillingly as she watched a pearl of fluid trickle down Wanda’s pink vulva. “You’re pretty.”
“You think I’m pretty down there?” Fanny pulled the blouse taut and slid it lengthwise between Wanda’s inner labia, long slow swipes from the hood of her clit down to the perineum. Wanda’s back arched as she moaned loudly. When Fanny pulled the blouse away there was a large damp spot on it.
“You have a beautiful pussy,” Fanny stated as she stared proudly at the fruit of her labor. Wanda sighed and rubbed herself against the bed.
“What does my…pussy…look like?”
“Your outer lips are so full and pink, and the hair looks really soft. The inner lips look like petals. I can’t see your clit.” Fanny twisted the blouse into a conical shape and moved it gently between the folds, until Wanda groaned louder and left more of her wetness on the shirt.
“Fuck. That feels so good.”
“It looks good.” Fanny froze for a second, afraid if she let on how hot she’d become that Wanda would freak. “I mean, um, I can tell that you’re—”
“Do you want to…touch yourself?” Wanda arched and pressed her crotch against the material in Fanny’s hand. She pressed back until the makeshift phallus nudged against her opening. “Fuck. Oh. You can, Fanny. If you want.”
Fanny cleared her throat. “This was supposed to be about you.”
“I want you to,” Wanda whispered.
Fanny was so glad Wanda was blindfolded and couldn’t see how hard she was smiling.
“Okay. Don’t stop, though. I’m right here watching.” Fanny undid her bra and let it slip off her shoulders as she watched Wanda grind back against the balled-up shirt, the folds of cloth running like woven water against her folds of skin. “Shit, Wanda.”
“Oh. I wanna…wanna…”
Fanny stood up to remove her shoes and pants. “You wanna what?”
Wanda’s moans were louder than her speech, but eventually Fanny made out, “Wanna…turn you on.”
“Ohh.” Fanny kneeled on the bed and slid a hand between her legs. She was surprised at how wet she was already. “You are.”
“Good.” Fanny watched as Wanda spread her lips wide and gently pushed two fingers inside her vagina. “Are you watching my fingers in my pussy?”
“Baby.” Fanny sank down on her belly to get a better look. “I see you. I smell you.”
Wanda quickly
flipped over on her back. She smiled shyly, then scooted closer, until she could feel Fanny’s shoulders against her inner thighs. “Is this okay?”
Wanda’s pussy opened and glistened less than a foot from Fanny’s face. “God, yes.”
“Yes.” Wanda spread her legs wider and placed her bare hand on her sex. “Do you like how I smell?” Once she’d said it, Wanda blushed and almost giggled. Before she could close her legs, Fanny grabbed them and held them in place.
“Don’t. You’re beautiful. Don’t hide now.” Fanny held Wanda’s legs until Wanda returned to stroking herself, and then they fell open on their own. She left one hand on Wanda’s leg so the other could rub at her own nipples. They shriveled in her hands, wanted to explode once she touched them with saliva-slick fingers. “Fuck yourself again for me.” Wanda slipped fabric-covered fingers inside herself, and when she slowly pulled them free the material was dark with even more fluid. “Damn. You’re so wet.”
“I want to be…I want to be,” Wanda groaned as she continued to slide her fingers in and out of her vagina. “Oh… yes…make me wet,” she whispered, her head to the ceiling as she leaned on one arm and scooted even closer to Fanny’s hungry mouth. “Make me wet.” Fanny shoved her hand inside her panties and searched out her erection; it was like glass.
“Lie back,” she demanded as she sat up and sucked her fingers. Wanda fell backward and squeezed her breasts as she opened her legs invitingly. “You want me to touch you, don’t you?”
Wanda groaned and nodded. “Please. I want to feel you.”
“This is what you wanted all along,” Fanny declared as she pulled her wet panties aside, growling when the air hit her exposed pussy. “To be with a woman. This was your fantasy all along.”
Wanda licked her lips. “Yes. Yes.”
“You’ve never been with a woman before. You thought maybe a woman could make you feel things that your boyfriend can’t.”