Score

by M. J. Williamz

  With nothing on her agenda the next day, Ronda lay in bed an extra long time. She spent part of it dozing and part of it watching Gayla sleep. When she could finally stand it no longer, she got out of bed and went to the kitchen to make coffee. She stretched, her back sore from the extra time in bed.

  The coffee was brewing and Ronda flashed back to Carleen from the night before. What had she slipped in her pocket? She went into the bedroom and took a business card from her jacket pocket. On the back was a cell number. Ronda smiled. She would definitely give her a call. Why not? She was a beautiful woman.

  She went back to the kitchen and used a magnet to stick the card to her refrigerator. She was just about to pour a cup of coffee when Gayla walked in.

  “Whatcha doin’ hot stuff?” she said.

  “Just getting some caffeine. Can I get you some?”

  “Sure.”

  Gayla perused Ronda’s refrigerator while Ronda poured the coffee.

  “Well, lookie here,” Gayla said. “Someone scored a business card from Carleen.”

  “Yeah, I did. Pretty cool, huh?”

  “Very cool. Are you going to call her?”

  “I thought I might.” Ronda was silent for a second. “You know it’s kinda weird to be having this conversation while we’re standing here naked.”

  “Baby, you know I don’t care who you sleep with.”

  “I know, but it’s still strange.”

  “Well, I’m not going to put my clothes on until you make me. I was kind of hoping us both being naked might lead to more sex.”

  “You were, huh?” Ronda took Gayla in her arms. She loved the contrast of her dark skin with Gayla’s white skin. She lifted her up and set her on the kitchen counter.

  “Ronda! You’re going to hurt yourself if you keep doing stuff like that.”

  “I know my strength,” Ronda said. “Don’t you worry about me.”

  “You’d better. You strain anything and I need to explain it, well, we’ll both be in trouble.”

  “Don’t you worry.”

  Ronda sucked a nipple deep into her mouth. She ran her tongue over it.

  Gayla groaned. She clamped her hands over Ronda’s head and held her in place.

  “Yes. Oh, yes, baby.”

  Ronda was hot and getting hotter by the moment. She wanted to take Gayla to places she’d never been before.

  “Don’t move,” she said.

  “What the…Where are you going?”

  “Just stay there,” Ronda called over her shoulder as she walked down the hall.

  She came back and Gayla was sitting up, legs together.

  “Hey, what gives?” Ronda asked.

  “You left. I didn’t feel like sitting here like a jezebel.”

  “Oh, babe. You’re not a jezebel. You’re a beautiful woman I want to please with every ounce of me.”

  “So, why did you leave then?

  Ronda brought her arm from behind her back. In her hand was a long, thick dildo.

  “I want to fill you up, Gayla. I want to make you feel things you’ve never felt.”

  Gayla’s eyes grew wide.

  “I don’t know if I can take all that, Ronda.”

  “Well, I say we try. Now, relax and spread those legs again.”

  Ronda set the dildo down and spread Gayla’s legs so she could stand between them. She then went back to playing with Gayla’s nipples. She sucked one while she tugged and twisted the other.

  She moved her hand to Gayla’s pussy and found her very wet. She slipped a couple of fingers inside. She spread them out then pulled them back out. She did this several times. She took her fingers out and sucked them clean.

  “Damn, you taste good.”

  “Oh, my God, Ronda, what are you doing?”

  “I’m tasting you.”

  Ronda picked up the dildo. She ran it along the length of Gayla.

  “I’m scared,” Gayla said.

  “Don’t be. Relax.”

  She barely entered Gayla with just the tip.

  “How does that feel?”

  “More. I need more.”

  Ronda smiled.

  “I thought you’d say that.”

  She eased a little more in. The toy was halfway inside Gayla.

  “Just fuck me with it, baby. I can take it,” Gayla said.

  Ronda slid the dildo the rest of the way in. She pushed hard on it then slid it back out. Then, slowly she entered her again.

  “Oh, God, Ronda. Stop teasing me. Fuck me hard and fast. That feels so fucking good.”

  Ronda was happy to oblige. She sucked a nipple while she fucked Gayla with the toy. In and out and in and out she went. Gayla arched her hips and met every thrust.

  Finally, she pulled Ronda to her and cried out as the orgasms racked her body.

  “Wow,” she said. “That was awesome.”

  “Yeah? Good. I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’m going to take it out now, okay?”

  “Hm? Yeah. Okay.”

  Her body held tight to it, but eventually Ronda managed to ease it out. She went to the kitchen sink and washed it off.

  “So.” She turned back to Gayla. “I guess it was worth it to stay naked, huh?”

  “Hell yeah, baby.” She laughed.

  Ronda helped Gayla down from the kitchen counter and poured them each a cup of coffee. Gayla took hers black, but Ronda added a generous amount of chocolate milk to hers.

  “I want to go for a swim,” Gayla said.

  “Sounds good to me.”

  Gayla opened the slider and Ronda followed her out to the patio and the pool beyond. Ronda’s backyard was full of live oak trees, pecan trees, and banana trees. There was no way her neighbors could see them.

  They dove in the pool and swam around until they came together in the shallow end.

  “I love to watch your muscles ripple as you swim,” Gayla said.

  “Hush, woman. You’re going to make me blush.”

  “The great Ronda Meyers does not blush. Believe me. I’d know if you did.”

  Ronda swam to the other end of the pool and pulled herself out. She sat on the diving board and watched Gayla.

  “You sure don’t sit very ladylike,” Gayla said.

  “Nope. I never have. So what?”

  “So, you’re like an open invitation there.”

  “Come and get it.”

  Gayla swam over to that end of the pool.

  “I don’t think I can get you from this angle.”

  “Well, then, we’ll just have to wait.”

  “I don’t want to wait. Turn around and lie on your back.”

  Ronda did as she was instructed. She straddled the board with her legs.

  “Perfect,” Gayla said as she climbed out of the pool.

  With no pretense, Gayla bent down and licked Ronda. She sucked her wet lips and licked her swollen clit. Ronda closed her eyes and focused on the feelings. Gayla made her feel so good. She knew her body like no one else. Ronda felt the familiar tightening in her belly. She focused on it, willing herself to hold on a little longer, but she could not. The energy inside her burst forth as the waves of the orgasms crashed over her.

  “Damn, woman.” Ronda sat up.

  “I know, right?”

  “Right.”

  “I suppose I should get going, huh?” Gayla said.

  “What’s that? A wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am?”

  “No. Not at all. I just don’t want to overstay my welcome.”

  “Ah. I do appreciate that, but you’re not. You’re good. Trust me. You want to take a nap?”

  “No. I really do think I need to get home.”

  “No nap? I was thinking nap then sex.”

  “That is so tempting.”

  Gayla had no idea how tempting it was, Ronda thought. She could spend the whole day playing with her.

  “But I need to get going.”

  “Fine. I’ll walk you inside.”

  Ronda draped her arm across Gayla’s shoulders and the
y walked in the house together. Ronda lay naked on the bed as she watched Gayla get dressed in her finery from the previous evening.

  “This isn’t fair,” Gayla said. “Couldn’t you at least put something on?”

  “Why? If I’m just going to take a nap.”

  “Damn, you’re incorrigible.”

  “Thank you.”

  Ronda got up and pulled on some shorts.

  “Better?”

  “Yes.” Gayla tossed her a T-shirt.

  Ronda put it on as well.

  “I feel awfully overdressed for my own house on a day when I have nothing to do.”

  “You’re going to walk me to my car. And that’s outside. And unless you want all your neighbors to get a free show, you need clothes on. Now quit whining and walk me out.”

  Ronda laughed. Gayla was so funny. And so easy to be around. She was kind of bummed she wasn’t going to spend the day with her. But she got it. Gayla had a life. She had things to do. And as rare as it was for Ronda to have a day off, it was a rarer day for Gayla.

  “You’ll text me with a schedule for next week?”

  “Don’t you worry, handsome. Momma’s not going to leave you in the wind. You’ll know your schedule as soon as I do.”

  “Thanks.” She kissed her cheek and watched her drive off.

  Ronda stretched and walked back in the house. A whole day off. No practice, no houses to show, no fundraiser. She wondered what she should do with her day. She sat on her couch and flipped on the television. There was nothing good on. She went to the kitchen to get another cup of coffee. Carleen’s card from the night before caught her attention.

  She could give her a call. No, too soon. She wanted to spend some time with her, though. She was gorgeous and made Ronda’s blood run hot. And maybe Gayla was right. Maybe she was about to kiss Ronda the previous night. Still, it was too soon. Or maybe not. She wasn’t sure. She needed more caffeine and food and then she would figure out what to do.

  When she was properly fed and caffeinated, Ronda drove to the Stars’ practice facilities. She found Mack, the maintenance man, and got into the film room. Someone was already in there.

  She turned to Mack and thanked him, then walked up to see who was there.

  “Oh, hey Mallory.”

  “Hi. What’s up? I didn’t think anyone else would be here.”

  “I got bored.”

  “Me, too.”

  “Well, since you’re already here, I’ll head out. Enjoy the film.”

  Mallory stood.

  “No, I’ve seen enough.”

  Ronda put her hand on Mallory’s shoulder.

  “No offense, Mallory, but you’ve got a lot more to learn than I do.”

  “That’s true. Would it help if I told you I’ve already been here two hours?”

  “No shit? Okay. You’ve seen enough. Hey, you want to go do something together? You golf?”

  “I try.”

  “Let’s get some beers and give it a shot.”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  Mallory followed Ronda to the Country Club golf course. Ronda kept an eye on her rearview mirror to make sure she didn’t lose her. She liked the sparkplug and was hoping an afternoon of golf might lead to more.

  They picked up a six-pack of beer and hit the links. Mallory was surprisingly good. Ronda was glad they hadn’t wagered, because Mallory didn’t just try. She knew what she was doing out there. By the ninth hole, it was getting embarrassing.

  “You’re spankin’ my ass,” Ronda said.

  “I love golf,” Mallory said. “I just didn’t know I was any good at it.”

  “Well, clearly you are.”

  They finished the course with Mallory nine strokes under Ronda. They went to the clubhouse for beers.

  “Damn. I’m glad we didn’t bet.”

  “What would you have bet me?” Mallory said.

  “I don’t know…”

  “Who comes first?”

  Ronda looked around the room, but Mallory had said it quietly enough.

  “Don’t worry,” Mallory said. “No one heard.”

  “That’s my kind of bet. And you won.”

  “But we didn’t actually bet.”

  “I’m willing to pretend we did.”

  Before Mallory could say anything, a voice came from behind Ronda.

  “Ronda? Ronda Meyers?”

  The voice was familiar, but Ronda braced herself for a fan. She turned and found herself looking into the deep blue eyes of Carleen.

  She stood and kissed her on the cheek.

  “Carleen. How good to see you.”

  “It’s good to see you, too, Ronda. I didn’t realize you golfed.”

  “I try. Oh, where are my manners. This is Mallory O’Reilly. She’s a new running back for the Stars. Hopefully, you’ll be seeing a lot of her this year. Mallory, this is Carleen Brynes.”

  Mallory stood and shook Carleen’s hand.

  “I was thinking about calling you to see if you wanted to go out sometime,” Ronda heard herself say.

  “That would be lovely. Please do. I’ll leave you two alone now.”

  She turned and walked off and Ronda watched her go.

  “She’s a looker,” Mallory said.

  “Yeah, she is.”

  “And you’re going to take her out? Of course you are.”

  “Hey. She gave me her number. What am I supposed to do? Ignore her?”

  “Hell no. If I had an invitation to that…” She shook her head slowly. “Mm. Yeah.”

  “I know, right?”

  They sat back down and Ronda ordered another couple of beers.

  “Now, about our wager.”

  “Our imaginary wager.”

  Ronda laughed.

  “Whatever. I’d be happy to have you come over and hang out with me this evening. We can get some food and then go back to my place.”

  “You know, people say you’re a player, but they don’t say you’re such a sweetheart. Or that you’re drop-dead gorgeous.”

  “Whoa there, sister. I’m just me.”

  “No way. Your pictures do not do you justice, Ronda.”

  “Well, my photos in the programs aren’t supposed to be like head shots. They’re supposed to make me look like a badass who’s going to rip your head off.”

  “That they do.”

  “Good. So, shall we get out of here?”

  “Sure.”

  Ronda took Mallory to a family owned steakhouse for dinner that night. The food was great and the atmosphere lively. When a band started playing, Ronda stood and motioned Mallory to join her.

  Mallory shook her head and looked at her hands in her lap.

  Ronda sat down.

  “What’s up?” she said.

  “I’m not as out as you are, I guess. And this is Houston. You know, Texas. I can’t imagine they like to see two women dancing together.”

  “Fair enough. Next time we’ll go to a lesbian joint where no one will care, okay?”

  “Next time?” Mallory looked at Ronda.

  “Sure. Why the hell not?”

  They finished dinner and Mallory followed Ronda to her house. It was still fairly early, but that worked for both of them. They could take their time and enjoy each other’s bodies and still get to bed in time to get up for early practice the next day.

  “I feel like a swim. How self-conscious would you be if we swam in the nude?”

  “I’d be fine,” Mallory said. “It’s not like you haven’t seen my body before. Or that you won’t see it again.”

  “True.”

  Ronda took Mallory’s shirt off over her head. She looked so cute in her shorts and sports bra. She was so middle of the road. Not too butch. Not too femme. Just right. And she was adorable.

  “What?” Mallory said.

  “Nothing. Just admiring the view.”

  Mallory took her bra off.

  “How about admiring this view?”

  “Oh, I do like this,” Ronda said
. She cupped Mallory’s breasts gently in her hands. She ran her thumbs over her nipples. “I like this very much.”

  Mallory snaked her arms behind Ronda’s neck and pulled her down so their lips met. Ronda opened her mouth and let Mallory’s tongue wander inside. She was not used to being the non-aggressor, but if it worked for Mallory, then she’d go with it. For a while.

  Mallory finally broke the kiss.

  “That was somethin’ else,” Ronda said.

  “Yeah, it was.”

  “You’re quite a little kisser.”

  “So are you. Though you’re not so little.”

  “No, I’ve got a few inches on you.”

  “Just a few.”

  They laughed. Then Ronda unzipped Mallory’s shorts and slid them off. Next came her boxers, and soon Mallory stood there in all her glory for Ronda to admire.

  “You are one fine specimen,” Ronda said.

  “No fair. I want to see you naked, too. I love your body.”

  Ronda stripped so they were both naked, standing in the kitchen. Ronda stepped forward to feel their skin pressed together. The moisture pooled between her legs. She bent to kiss Mallory, and this time it was she who begged entrance into Mallory’s mouth. Mallory parted her lips and Ronda moved her tongue inside and grew more aroused as it danced over Mallory’s.

  When the kiss ended, they were both breathing hard. Ronda wanted Mallory. She reached her hand between Mallory’s legs. She was drenched.

  “I need you,” Ronda said.

  “I thought you said something about skinny dipping,” Mallory said.

  How could she even be thinking about that at a time like this?

  “Sex first,” Ronda said.

  She led Mallory back to her bedroom and froze when she saw Gayla’s panties on the floor. How had that happened? She kicked them under the bed, but not before Mallory saw them.

  “I don’t think I’m you’re only one. Don’t worry about it. Now, take me.”

  They lay together on the bed with Mallory on top of Ronda. Ronda bent her knee so Mallory could slide up and down her thigh. Ronda played with first one breast and sucked one nipple, then the other. She was a breast woman and loved the ones that Mallory had.

  Mallory moved up and down on Ronda’s leg. She left a wet trail that had Ronda about to explode without being touched. She rolled over and ran her hand between Mallory’s legs. She plunged her fingers inside and was rewarded when Mallory arched to take them deeper. Soon she was coated in her juices and getting hotter by the moment.