Road Games

by Road Games [Bold Strokes FF] (retail) (epub)

  “Jen, our mutual friend has told me a little about you and I’m sure she’s told you a little about me. But I want to be very up front with you about what I’m proposing.”

  “Absolutely.”

  “The impetus for this trip is that I’ve been wanting to go on this lesbian cruise to the Greek Isles for a very long time. In fact, it was all booked for Dorothy and me the year she fell ill, so the trip never happened. Frankly, I don’t want to go alone. I also don’t want to go through the bother of trying to find a new girlfriend. I don’t have an interest in a new relationship. Dorothy was it for me and we had thirty great years together. But there are times like a trip when it just feels better to me to have a companion.”

  “I’m sure we’d have a great time together.”

  “Specifically how great is the other part of the arrangement I want to discuss with you. Obviously you are known to provide certain...services to the women you spend time with.”

  Jen smiled and took a drink of wine. She always enjoyed seeing how the women handled themselves when it came time to talk about sex. Roz did not seem in the least bit embarrassed. “You’re talking about a sexual arrangement,” Jen said.

  Roz was small but quite powerful looking, her body in great shape and her demeanor relaxed but in command. She looked at Jen for a few moments before slowly holding a hand out to touch her on the cheek. “Yes, I think quite a lot of sex is going to be an important part of our arrangement.”

  Jen listened to Roz’s proposal, including the financial arrangements, and then put her wineglass down on the nearby table. “Let me propose something before we shake on this deal.”

  Roz raised an eyebrow. “And what would that be?”

  Jen scooted closer to Roz, taking her wineglass and putting it down as well. “I propose that I audition for you. After all, you are hiring me to play a part in your life, aren’t you? Don’t you want to be sure you’re hiring the right woman?” Jen leaned in and touched her lips to Roz’s, hearing the slightest sound as Roz gasped.

  “I’m listening,” Roz said, holding herself motionless.

  “So, I propose that I make love to you right now. Then you tell me whether you want to take me on this trip at the terms you’ve outlined.”

  “What a wonderful idea.” Roz moved her hands up Jen’s arms and across her shoulders. “Since you’re auditioning for this role, let me very temporarily play director. Here’s your motivation. You’re about to make love with a woman who spends all her waking hours in charge, making decisions and issuing orders. What she wants is to have someone take her to bed, make the decisions, and issue the orders.”

  Jen smiled as she stood up, taking Roz by the hand. “I appreciate clear direction,” she said, grabbing her bag with her other hand and leading Roz to the stairway. “But starting right now I don’t want to hear another sound from you. Is that clear?”

  *

  “What are you doing?” Roz asked. She watched as Jen attached a restraint around her wrist and then to the bedpost.

  “Don’t talk,” Jen said. “I don’t want to hear a word from you, except for the word stop if that’s what you mean for me to do.”

  “But...”

  “Not a word, Roz. No noise whatsoever.” Jen attached the other wrist and then moved the sheets and blankets to the bottom of the bed so that Roz lay exposed, her body naked. She knelt between Roz’s legs, pulling them up by the knees and spreading them wide. Roz watched her carefully, her breath coming a little quicker now. As she saw Jen’s hand approach her cunt, a moan escaped her lips and Jen’s hand immediately retreated.

  “Now, we’re going to have a problem here, Roz, if you don’t do as I say. No noise. None. The second I hear a noise from you, I’ll stop. Is that what you want me to do?”

  Roz shook her head, her eyes a little wider. Jen’s hand approached again and she began to caress the soft skin at the top of her thighs, moving in closer and circling around her opening, dipping her finger in slightly. Roz was very wet and the moisture spread easily as Jen continued to move her fingers slowly around Roz’s cunt, skirting around her clit. Roz twisted her head back and forth, biting her lips, but when Jen’s finger found her clit and rubbed just to the side of it, back and forth, she was helpless to stop the moan from escaping. Jen’s hand immediately pulled away and she leaned over to hover over Roz.

  “I guess you want me to stop.”

  “No! Don’t stop.”

  “Oh, I will stop. I told you what would happen. And if you make any noise as I leave you, I’ll untie you and we’ll be done for the night. Now, lie still. I’ll be back. Eventually.”

  Jen chuckled at the look on Roz’s face, a combination of arousal, frustration, and fury. She checked to make sure Roz was comfortable and then walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. She went downstairs and took her time having a drink and a snack. Then she geared up and headed back into the bedroom. The fury was gone from Roz’s face in favor of heightened arousal and her eyes seemed to glaze over as she watched Jen approach her, the long dildo bobbing in front of her. Jen resumed her place between Roz’s legs, lubing herself up as she did so.

  “Are you ready now for me to fuck you?”

  Roz nodded.

  “Are you going to be able to be quiet while I fuck you?” She spread Roz’s legs wider, moving them so they were aiming toward her head. “Because I’m going to fuck you until I come. I won’t know if you come or not, because you’re not going to make any noise. And actually, I don’t care if you come or not.”

  Roz’s mouth dropped open as Jen pushed her cock in, its length gliding smoothly into her. Her expression was almost wild as she fought to be silent, moving her hips in sync with Jen’s as Jen found a powerful, steady rhythm. Soon Jen was grunting, crying out, talking into Roz’s ear as she held herself above her with her muscular arms. “God, it feels so good fucking you. All the way in you, can you feel? Yes, yes, God, it’s pounding on my clit. So fucking good.” Jen shifted slightly and really started to stroke, her head down to watch the cock slam into Roz, hearing the slight noises erupting from Roz but too far gone to pretend to want to do anything about it. In a moment Jen threw her head back and roared out, coming with a fury, narrowly avoiding collapsing her entire body weight onto Roz as she fell to her side. As soon as she could move she reached over to remove the cuffs, gently bringing Roz’s arms down by her sides and then pulling her close to snuggle against her shoulder.

  “You can talk now, you know,” Jen said, kissing Roz on the top of the head.

  “That was one humongous orgasm. You should have heard the screaming inside my head.”

  “Oh, good, I’m glad you came.”

  “I thought you didn’t care.” Roz looked up at Jen with a wry smile. “That’s what you said, anyway.”

  “That was Fantasy Jen, as I like to call her. And she didn’t give a shit. But that’s not really me.”

  “Well, you nailed the audition, as it were. You’re hired. That is, if you agree to take the job.”

  Jen squeezed Roz closer to her. “I look forward to it.”

  *

  “Darling, I’m drawing my bath now. Give me time for a good soak.” Roz’s head peeked out of the bathroom door and she looked at Jen, who was now standing in the bedroom. “Christ, you look done in. Feel free to call it a day if you want, sweetheart. I’m perfectly fine.”

  Jen returned her look with a smile. “Is that what you really want?”

  “No. What I really want is for you to fuck me blind. But I’m not an unreasonable woman, you know. I don’t want to wear you out.”

  Jen approached the bathroom and opened the door wider, taking the naked Rosalind into her arms. She lowered her head to kiss her neck. “Don’t worry about me,” Jen murmured. “There hasn’t been a time yet that I haven’t had plenty of energy for you.”

  Roz laughed and pushed Jen away. “You’re sweet. Now, go rest and I’ll be out soon.”

  Jen got out of the dinner clothes Roz had de
lighted in buying for her and carefully hung them in the closet. Naked, she moved to the chest of drawers and pulled out her leather harness and the two dildos that lay next to it. One was a standard-size silicone model while the other was smaller, sized more for the activity Jen suspected Roz was in the mood for.

  Jen strapped herself in, fitting the smaller dildo snugly against her, turned down the lights, and lay on the bed, her cock erect, its companion and various accoutrement tucked under the pillow beneath her head. Roz did not say a word when she walked to the side of the bed, removed her robe, and climbed on top of Jen. Her petite form felt as if it weighed nothing. Jen pulled Roz down to her, kissing her slowly and deeply, feeling Roz’s body begin to respond as she caressed her. She clasped her hands firmly on Roz’s hips and urged her forward, stopping her when her breasts were overhead. She pulled Roz down so that the nipple of one breast dropped into her mouth. Jen licked and sucked it, closing her teeth together and holding it as her tongue flicked back and forth. She pressed her teeth more firmly together and bit, feeling Roz begin to writhe above her. She bit harder and Roz gasped.

  “Jesus, I could come just from this.” Roz squirmed as Jen held her firmly by the hips and by the lock of her teeth on her nipple. Just as the pressure became nearly too intense, Jen opened her mouth and soothed the nipple with the flat of her tongue. Then she moved to the other breast and started all over. Roz began to pant as the medley of sensations overtook her.

  Jen pulled her forward again until Roz’s cunt was over her face, but when Roz immediately lowered herself in search of Jen’s mouth, Jen held her up and away.

  “My tongue is going to touch you now,” Jen breathed, the air hitting Roz’s clitoris an inch or two away. “But it will only touch you twice.”

  “God, you’re a sadist,” Roz said.

  “You wish,” replied Jen, placing the tip of her tongue at the base of Roz’s opening and moving slowly north until it shuddered to a stop at her clitoris.

  Roz tried to grind herself on the tongue but it slipped away as Jen raised her up and repositioned her for another run. Roz swayed on her knees, keeping herself upright by grasping the headboard in front of her. She hung her head down and watched as Jen slowly made her way from cunt to clit with her talented tongue.

  “I can’t stand much more. Can’t I order you to fuck me now?”

  Jen slid out from under Roz and came up on her knees behind her in one smooth motion. She quickly lubed up her cock and grasped Roz again by the hips. “You can’t order me to do anything, remember? But you can beg me to fuck you in the ass. And that’s what you want. Isn’t it?”

  “Please,” Roz said, “just do it.” Roz gripped the headboard tighter and spread her knees wider. Jen lifted the cock and placed the tip right up at the opening of Roz’s ass, poking ever so slightly at the entry.

  “If you want this to go in, you’ll beg me to do it.” Jen reached a hand around and placed the flat of her middle finger on Roz’s clit and pressed. Roz’s hips rocked back and the cock was right there, pressing at the opening. Jen spread more lube around the head of the cock and pushed it in a little bit. Roz threw her head back and made a growling noise.

  “Fuck me, please.”

  Jen pushed a little farther, then started slowly pulling back. “I’m sorry. I didn’t hear any begging.” Jen’s hand returned clitside and Roz’s writhing ass started to work its way onto the cock.

  “Please push it in. Please fuck me. Please make my ass hurt. Please, God, just do something.”

  Jen grabbed Roz’s cheeks and spread them wide, advancing the cock slowly, past the resistance, past the point of no return as Roz started making ferocious noises, groans, and moans and screams as Jen pushed all the way in. Just as she began to pull back to complete the stroke, Jen picked up a bullet vibe and twisted it on, placing it up against Roz’s clit, eliciting more screams. She held the vibe tight against Roz as she started to stroke in and out, the pressure from the base of the cock noticeable against her own clit. But long before Jen could get close to coming, Roz cried out a final time and stopped rocking, pulling her ass away from the cock, leaving it behind to bounce on its own.

  “Holy Christ,” Roz murmured as she collapsed. “I’m done. Done in.” She mumbled a few other unintelligible words before falling asleep, still face down on the bed.

  Jen got off the bed and slipped off her harness before pulling the covers over Roz. She looked utterly content and deeply asleep, apparently able to make the transition unfettered by any of the doubts and uncertainties that plagued Jen when the night went dark and quiet. She picked up Roz’s robe and wrapped it around herself, moving into the sitting room to make herself a drink, then on to the verandah to gaze out at the Mediterranean. Somewhere out there was the island of Lesbos, a stop strangely omitted from the itinerary. Jen thought about the irony of that. She also thought about the 1,200 lesbians on board the ship and wondered how many of them had just finished making love. She hoped it was most of them.

  Lap Top

  Renée Strider

  I stepped out of the air-conditioned yellow cab into the heat and noise of an early afternoon in June in the middle of Chicago. After hauling my bags and my jacket out with me from the backseat, I paid the driver and walked up the steps into the hotel, barely noticing my surroundings or acknowledging the doorman’s greeting. I was distracted, eager to register and get to my room as soon as possible. I had stayed here before and already knew that I liked the place. It was an old hotel, beautifully renovated and smaller and more intimate than the monster hotel and convention center a couple of blocks away where most of the actual conference was being held.

  A small crowd was waiting at the elevators, some people already wearing name tags: American Library Association Annual Conference. I recognized one of them from a previous conference, a cute young woman with a sprinkle of freckles on her nose and fiery red hair pulled back into a loose chignon. I peered at her tag. Marion somebody. The woman noticed me looking and blushed as our eyes met.

  Now I remembered. Marion had made very clear her interest in me before, but my attention had been elsewhere then. It still was. We smiled at each other.

  “Hi, Alaine.”

  “Hey, nice to see you again, Marion.”

  “Are you presenting again?”

  “Tomorrow morning. At the session on integrated library systems. We’ve been beta testing a new one at UW, in Seattle, so I’ll report on that. How about you?”

  “Not this time. I’m just here to attend some of the sessions—like yours.”

  One of the elevators pinged, and as we got on, I admired her from behind. Short skirt, round ass, long legs. But I always checked out pretty women, and my attention to Marion’s attributes was mostly from habit.

  “See you later, Marion.” I had reached my floor first. Wrestling with my belongings, I pushed awkwardly through the other passengers.

  “I hope so, Alaine. I’m two floors up.” That made me look up from my bags. Marion winked at me just as the elevator doors closed. I grinned, then promptly forgot about her. I just wanted to find my room quickly. My breathing was slightly erratic, and it had nothing to do with this Marion somebody.

  The room was too cold. I don’t like air-conditioning unless it’s absolutely necessary. I dropped my brown leather bomber and the larger of two bags on a luggage bench. The other one with my laptop I placed on the queen-size bed, then found the switch and turned the cooling unit off. Fortunately, a couple of the windows could be opened enough to let in a breeze. The air was warm and no doubt polluted, but it made me feel less claustrophobic. I could hear the dull roar of traffic; this high up it was almost soothing, just background noise. I pulled the drapes aside farther and for a moment stood looking out at downtown Chicago, at high-rises blocking out all but a bit of hazy blue sky.

  The room itself was quiet, no hotel sounds or voices in the corridor. I stripped down to briefs and tank top, pulled my bra out from under the tank, and dropped it over the T-sh
irt and black trousers I’d draped on the back of the chair. Then I washed my hands and face in the bathroom and splashed cool water on my cropped hair. After toweling off, I combed the damp hair back with my fingers and examined myself in the mirror. I liked the way the white tank accentuated my shoulders. I rolled them to loosen up from the stiffness of travel. My face was slightly flushed—from anticipation and low-level arousal. I took a deep breath.

  I retrieved my laptop from its case, pulled back the duvet, and got comfortable on the crisp white sheet, sprawling against the pillows I had plumped up against the headboard. With legs bent and bare feet flat on the bed, I placed the laptop on my abdomen and opened it, raising my knees till the monitor was at the perfect angle. It was a slim new Sony SZ, so the keyboard wasn’t heavy as it rested on me. I switched it on. From the brilliant blue screen, I opened the browser, which immediately brought up the hotel site and connected wirelessly. Then I signed into my instant messaging account.

  Chandra’s icon wasn’t highlighted but that didn’t mean she wasn’t online. She had probably signed in as invisible to other IM lists.

  A: r u there

  Waiting for Chandra to answer, I held my breath.

  C: Al, finally! About time! God!

  A: sorry my plane was late and then traffic

  I paused, conscious of the beating of my heart.

  A: are you on a chair, bed?

  I like to picture the scene exactly.

  C: Chair at desk. You? Are you still dressed?

  A: lying on the bed in underpants and tank

  C: Ooo. Just how I like you.

  A: but this is about you, what are you wearing

  C: Linen slacks, navy. White cotton blouse.

  A: under the shirt

  C: Just a bra, white.

  A: fastened in front?

  C: Yes.

  A: unbutton the shirt and undo the bra