Road Games

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

  My breathing picked up as I waited. I could feel the quickening of the beat in my throat and chest. That’s where it always began, slowly spreading through my body to my stomach, the arousal heavy there, then settling down between my legs.

  C: Done.

  A: pinch your nipples, are they hard

  I brought a hand up from the keyboard to touch my own nipples through the thin cloth of the tank top. They were stiff and pointed, as Chandra’s must be. I groaned when a current of sensation arced to my clitoris as I tugged on them with thumb and forefinger.

  C: Yes! I’m so turned on. Tell me what else to do.

  My fingers quickly returned to the keys.

  A: hold your breasts in your hands and stroke your nipples with your thumbs

  I waited. I knew exactly the sound Chandra was probably making—that sharp intake of breath. I imagined the fullness of those tan breasts in my own hands, their dark peaks. The throbbing between my legs increased.

  A: are you doing it

  C: Oh god

  I bit my lip; Chandra wouldn’t last long. I would, though. I got as much pleasure from leading Chandra to orgasm, from controlling when and how, as from my own—more—so I always staved it off. And Chandra was well aware of it, I knew. That, and letting me take charge and deciding when she could come, always excited her immensely.

  A: move your hand slowly down your belly, tell me what you feel

  C: mys kin, so hot and damp. from persrpr pir sweat.

  My skin was, too. I smiled at the typos. And no more upper case; she had to type with one hand now.

  A: undo the zipper

  C: yes

  A: leave your fingers outside your panties. describe them

  C: white slik, below my belly button. hurry, want to come

  I pictured white silk against the smooth olive skin of her abdomen, now rising and falling from her ragged breathing. My fingers stumbled over the keys. I deleted some nonsense, trying to keep my breathing under control.

  A: i can feel you through the silk, soft warm, put your fingers just inside your panties, no further

  C: god. m dying, i’ll come without touching

  A: no you won’t, only when I say! slide your fingers down slowly through your hair and stop, don’t touch your clit, just the hood

  I knew she would be whimpering by now. I moved the laptop aside a bit and slid my own hand under the white elastic band of my black Jockey briefs and down, following my own instructions. It was as if I were caressing her.

  C: hurry al please

  A: slide one finger slowly through your cunt past your clit then inside, tell me how it feels

  C: oh god slippery hot tight feels so good

  Heart hammering in my chest, I pushed a finger down on either side of my clit, then pulled back, careful not to touch the tip. Imagining her scent, I brought my fingers up to my nose; imagining her taste, I licked them. I wiped them on my Jockeys and returned to the keyboard.

  A: touch yourself, you can come now.

  In my mind, I could see her fingers stroking herself, probably just one fast, hard pass over the swollen clit, her head thrown back, a cry ripping from her throat. I thought I could hear her and moaned in sympathy.

  Putting the laptop aside, I sat up and swung my feet over the side of the bed and waited, aroused still, the pulse in my throat echoed in my throbbing clit.

  The door to the adjoining room opened and Chandra stood there, leaning against the doorway, just as gorgeous as she had been four months ago with that shimmering black hair and those dark eyes smiling at me dreamily. She looked like she’d just been fucked. By me. Her clothes were still in disarray, undone, waiting for me to remove them. I stared at her bare breasts, the nipples just hidden by the edges of the open shirt.

  “That was amazing. I came so hard,” she said with that throaty laugh.

  “I heard you,” I said.

  “I wanted you to, so I was extra loud. I know it turns you on.”

  “Yeah, it does. Come here so I can finish taking your clothes off.”

  She stood in front of me, between my knees, and started to reach for my breasts through the tank top. I pushed her hands away and she grinned knowingly, continuing the caress over my bare shoulders, up my neck to my hair. I let her.

  “I thought you’d never get here,” she murmured. “It took much less time to drive here than I expected. I waited two hours. I tried to work on my presentation but couldn’t. Way too horny.”

  Chandra was coordinator of the digital art collection at a university library not so far from Chicago, in Michigan. Our common interest in library automation was what first brought us together at a conference three years ago. The fucking had been frenzied, especially after Chandra, normally not even remotely the submissive sort, had discovered to her surprise that letting me top her and giving me control of the scene gave her the best sex she’d ever had. So we’d repeated our games at subsequent conferences and sometimes via laptop when traveling.

  She ran her hands over my mostly dark brown hair.

  “This is new. The bleached tips—and it’s so short. I like it,” she said approvingly.

  “It gets too curly and uncontrollable.” I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of her strong, slim fingers caressing my head.

  “And we both know how important control is to you,” she murmured, an almost imperceptible catch in her voice that I knew signaled arousal.

  “And we both know you want me that way,” I replied.

  Chandra arched against my hands as I rubbed the palms gently against puckered nipples under thin cloth. I pulled the shirt and loose bra down from her shoulders, letting them fall to the floor. Cupping her still-covered ass, I pulled her toward me and licked a brown nipple. She lifted the full breast with both hands to give me better access.

  “Suck it!” By now she was panting softly.

  “Nuh-uh, I’m in charge, remember,” I admonished and pulled her hands away, holding them tightly against the small of her back. She knew she wasn’t allowed to help. But I drew her nipple into my mouth and she moaned.

  Still gripping her hands behind her with one of mine, I used the other to push her trousers down over her hips to the floor, then brushed the backs of my fingers lightly to and fro along the crotch of her silk panties. It was more than damp. She writhed and moaned again. I tugged them down too. Her feet were already bare and I let her step out of her clothing. Shoving one of my knees between her legs so that she’d spread them, I pulled her hips toward me and sank to my knees by the bed. She tilted her cunt toward my face. This was what I’d been waiting for—her scent, her taste. I groaned loudly. Holding on to her so she wouldn’t fall, I licked her and rubbed her till my face was wet. She was gasping, and just before she went rigid, I stopped and pulled my mouth away.

  “What are you doing! Jesus, don’t stop!” she pleaded, trying to pull my head back to her, but I grabbed her hands again.

  I stood up then and kissed her, my tongue driving into her mouth. She sucked on it frantically, in a rhythm like fucking. I knew she could taste herself on my tongue.

  “I’m going to fuck you first. Then I’ll let you come.” My throat was tight, my voice hoarse.

  I nudged her down to sit on the foot of the bed. She had calmed down a little and smiled provocatively, raising her eyebrows in that way she had. Deliberately, she leaned back on her elbows, thighs splayed wide, exposing her cunt to me. The light from the windows was bright enough to see everything: the soft, wet triangle of dark hair, the glistening dark red of the labia and swollen clit, the darker center.

  I couldn’t look away. Standing in front of her, I pushed my Jockeys down slowly till they fell to the floor, and stepped out of them. I left my tank top on. She stopped smiling as her eyes locked on my groin. I slipped two fingers into my own cunt, then held them up so she could see how wet they were. Her eyes widened. There wasn’t a sound in the room except for our labored breathing and the low snarl of traffic coming through the open win
dows.

  “Move up on the bed and lie flat. Keep your legs spread. Clasp your hands above your head.”

  She did. I got up on the bed too and kneeled over a firm, muscled leg. She reached for my swaying breasts under the tank top, teasing me. Not allowed. I seized her hands and placed them back up above her head. This time they stayed there.

  Leaning on one elbow, I lowered myself until my swollen and aching crotch rested briefly on her thigh. I needed to feel her naked skin against my clit just for a moment. It was almost as hot as my cunt. I had to lift off again or I’d come instantly.

  Chandra was shivering slightly, clutching one of the pillows still leaning against the headboard.

  “Please fuck me, Al, let me come,” she begged, raising her hips.

  “Wait. When I say.”

  I stroked between her moist lips, my fingers entering her, in and out, palm sliding against her clit. I could feel the tension in her whole body as she hovered on the brink, waiting for permission. I gave it once more.

  “You can come now.”

  Immediately her whole body stiffened as she arched off the bed with a strangled cry, at the same time shoving her thigh against my clit. I grunted and almost came too. She fell back down, moaning and shuddering. I held her till she was still, burying my hot face in the silky waves of her hair, all the while conscious of my sex against her skin.

  Chandra’s thigh was still between my legs. I moved my cunt against her in a slow rhythm. I wanted the pleasure of the slippery friction to go on and on, but I couldn’t last much longer. I felt myself begin to come and moved up fast for a final hard thrust of my distended clit against her hipbone, barely aware of her hand moving down to my ass. Just as the orgasm tore through me, she drove a finger into that orifice. I exploded, crying out with each spasm. Then I collapsed half on top of her.

  She eased her finger from inside me and got up off the bed as I rolled over on my back. “I’m going to wash my hands. Be right back,” she said, a satisfied smile on her face.

  By now I’d recovered somewhat physically if not mentally. This was my first experience with anal penetration. I was in shock.

  “You fucked my ass! Why did you do that! I should have tied your hands like before. I’m supposed to be the top! I’ve always been a top. I’m supposed to control the scene. You’ve just ruined it!” And so on. I was deeply offended.

  “I wanted to give you the most mind-blowing orgasm ever,” she said matter-of-factly. “Tell me if I didn’t.”

  During the bathroom sounds, I lay there looking up at the ceiling and reflecting. I had a feeling that this was about more than wanting to give me the ultimate orgasm.

  When she came back, she stood by the window and looked out for a bit before turning back to look at me. She was still naked but the light was behind her so the details of her body were indistinct, as was her face. I sat up on the side of the bed, facing her, still wearing my white tank top. It was late afternoon now and hot in the room. I wanted to go out and come back in to see how strongly it smelled of sex. I could hear the faint wail of a siren in the distance and from below in the street, surreally, the barking of a dog.

  “I’m driving back tomorrow afternoon,” she said. “After my presentation.”

  “Oh. Okay.” I was surprised and waited for more.

  “I won’t be going to any more conferences, Alaine. At least not this kind. I won’t be seeing you anymore.”

  “Ah, so that was symbolic. But what do you mean?” I was stunned. It’s not as if there was ever a question of anything more between us. We weren’t interested in joining our lives, just our bodies. I didn’t want commitment, just hot casual sex.

  “I’ve been thinking for a while that it’s time for me to go home—I mean really home. I’ve been offered a position at the provincial museum in Toronto, digitizing its art collection.”

  I felt a pang of regret. But that ass fuck—which was also a mind fuck—changed everything, and it wouldn’t be the same anymore. That had been her intention, of course. The sex had always been so good, though; what we both wanted. How do you find that again with someone else?

  She sat down beside me and kissed my cheek.

  “I’m sorry, Al. It’s been fun, though, hasn’t it?” She smiled but her voice quavered slightly.

  “The best,” I sighed, my eyes blurring.

  She put an arm around my shoulders. “Want to go and hear the keynote speaker tonight? We should clean up and get something to eat first.”

  Tonight would be our last night together. I’d make sure she didn’t pull anything like that again. Maybe she’d let me tie her up. Still, that was some orgasm…

  And about tomorrow, I decided I’d better skip Chandra’s presentation. Watching her in her element—cool, authoritative—always made me wet because I’d be sitting there visualizing her as just the opposite during sex, whimpering and begging me for release. Better to avoid that. It might kill me.

  I sighed again, then remembered the attractive woman at the elevators. Marion somebody, two floors up, had said she’d be at my session in the morning. The thought of that cheered me up considerably. Maybe she’d even be there tonight. I’d make sure to speak with her again, get to know her a little better. I wondered where she lived. Not too close to me, I hoped. I wondered if she had a laptop.

  Mermaid

  Fiona Cooper

  I loved this Harley before I loved you. Loved the ultra-classic louche chrome curves, the studded panniers, the glossy lung of the gas tank with the mermaid I had airbrushed there. When I rode the switchback coast highway, a rainbow pennant whipping and cracking over my head, the mermaid’s breasts nudged against my black leather thighs, the gleaming scales of her tail curved right into me, and the fiery 1450 engine pulsed through my bones. I was flying like an elemental dragon. I liked to ride alone, Nina Simone filling every cell of my head with her blues spell of love and longing.

  I’d stop at a roadside bar when I felt my fingers welding into my gauntlets, let the engine drag my toes through the dust, peel my gold-flake helmet from my soaking hair and swagger round the cooling beast, sunlight blazing rainbows against my shades. Old boys would gather like flies round shit, reminiscing about the bikes their wives had made them trade for family-size four-wheel stability. Truckers talked too, hypnotized by the white line and the endless freeway.

  Sometimes a waitress would come on to me for a ride, and we’d take off up the road, I’d drive into the hills and stop for the view, and more often than not, the heat and the power of the bike had them wet and horny and I’d fuck them under the pastel overall—of course they were never like this as a rule, they said, thrusting against my fingers. They didn’t usually fuck back. And that suited me.

  Then there was Ruby, she had her own café, and when she rode back of me, her hands pushed inside my jacket and burned my breasts while her teeth teased my neck and she told me go left, go right.

  I stopped when she told me, and she slid one thigh over the pillion and stood there laughing. Ruby had magenta lips, bronze eye shadow, and dark eyelashes heavy with mascara. She unbuttoned her overall like a stripper, she had a bra that unclipped at the front and a purple slash of silk around her ass. She pushed my hand between her thighs and unzipped my leathers, stripped me bare, and pulled me down beside her on the grass. Her strong thighs clamped my hand and she pushed herself upright to look down at me. Ruby kissed like she wanted to swallow my face, her hand stroked my nipples very softly and ran over my belly and hair like a butterfly.

  “You want me?” she asked, laughing. One of her fingers ran between my thighs so strong I gushed against her palm.

  “You want me,” she said, one arm round my shoulders holding me so her eyes and lips locked with mine.

  When her finger slid just inside me, she kept it there, moving round and round, stretching me so I could feel oceans erupting from deep inside me.

  “Let’s dive,” she said, and her tongue filled my mouth as her fingers surged right inside me.


  “Let’s dive together,” I said, fighting to touch her too, but she said no! and kept right on inside me, her eyes hypnotic.

  “Come on, baby,” she said, “Come on, baby, give it up, give me it, come on…”

  I welded to her in the heat and shuddered over and over, and Ruby slowed a little, then fucked me like lightning until my head exploded. She rocked me against her breasts and laughed again.

  “I need a cigarette,” she said.

  I watched the blue smoke rise from her lips and nostrils as I came back to earth. She reached for her overall as I reached for her, and one powerful hand held my wrist.

  “I don’t want that,” she said, smiling, “that’s the way I am—do you have a problem with it, bike dyke? It’s nothing personal.”

  “I got no problem,” I said.

  “Good,” she said, and we sat there for a while before she kissed me on the cheek and dressed.

  “Business as usual,” she said. “Café won’t run itself.”

  I dropped her by the dusty gas pumps and she said, Anytime you’re passing, drag your black leather ass my way.

  I loved black leather before I loved you, got fucked by Ruby a few times before I loved you. The afternoon I found you I had ridden hard past Ruby’s place, teeth clenched, determined not to stop. The thrill had gone. I always rode any distance along the highway alone—until there was you.

  You were sitting looking at the wide Pacific when I first saw you. God damn it, I thought, this is my place. It was miles between towns or even motels or roadside stops high above the beach. You looked like a surfer hippy, white vest, white shorts, sun-white hair. I’d passed a bright orange beach buggy a mile down the road and guessed—rightly—that it was yours. You have baby blue eyes and a goofy smile and you never stop talking, so I knew a lot of your life within a half hour. Divorced, semi-broke, children you never saw, artist, drifter, clapped-out car, rented apartment with the rent overdue, wondering if your luck had run out totally or had it even ever begun?—and I could see your blah blah blah was a shield for tears, your laugh was a brake on screaming—I knew that you were probably nuts and maybe a whole lot of trouble and definitely the most beautiful creature I had ever seen.