Twist of Fate

by Parker, Syd

  Sarah’s eyes dropped to Parker’s crotch and her mouth dropped in shock. She turned towards Remy. “You mean?”

  Remy shook her head. “Yep.”

  “And, women like that?” Sarah couldn’t quite wrap her head around the thought that a lesbian would like dick.

  “Yeah, they do actually.” Remy leaned in again and whispered. “I could show you sometime.”

  Sarah felt her body shutter. She wouldn’t have thought her body would react this way, but she felt her loins tighten up and her heart start to pound.

  “It’s all about penetration. And, trust me, Bonneville, you would love it.” Remy nuzzled Sarah’s ear before she pulled away. She was pushing it, she knew, but Sarah had her so damn worked up that all the blood in her body seemed to be pooled between her legs. She could feel the seam of her jeans pressing against her clit and it twitched violently.

  Sarah coughed nervously. “I…I…that’s not necessary. I can assure you, that isn’t something I’m into.”

  Carmen put her fingers on her arm and smiled. “I don’t mean to push, but I can promise you, once you have it, it’s something you will definitely be into.” She squeezed Parker’s arm and smiled lasciviously. “Especially when your girl works it the right way. And, apparently all that hot—dogging today, pardon the pun, has got her hard for me.”

  Sarah nearly choked. If she wasn’t picturing Remy inside her before, she certainly was now. Desperate to clear the image from her mind, she stepped up to the counter, ending any further discussion about wieners and packing and whatever else they had called it.

  Parker met Remy’s eyes and shook her head. “My cousin, she’s a little uptight.”

  “It’s cool. I like tight.” Remy replied with a smirk.

  Once they were seated and halfway through chili dogs and Cokes, Remy chuckled softly at Sarah. “You should have seen your face.”

  “What?”

  “When I told you about packing. You looked like you had just shown up naked at the senior prom.”

  “Not funny, Remy.” Sarah said sarcastically, but there was a smile in her eyes.

  “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

  “You didn’t, just threw me a little. Believe me, that was not embarrassed and I know embarrassment.”

  Carmen’s ears perked up. “Ooh, someone has a story. Do tell.”

  “Nothing as bad as Parker.” Sarah saw Parker go red, and she laughed out loud. “You know what I’m talking about.”

  Parker smiled wickedly. “Yeah, and what half our graduating class was talking about.”

  “Go Huskies!” They shouted in unison then dissolved into laughter.

  “Okay, okay, okay.” Parker waved her hand in the air. “Let me start out by saying this particular prom night had only a slight wardrobe malfunction, and only parts of Sarah were naked. But, that’s another story. Mine is way more exciting than getting your dress stuck on the bleachers and having half of it ripped away.”

  “Shut up, Parker.” Sarah pretended to glare. “At least mine didn’t involve a cheerleader and the…”

  “Hey, you tell your story and I’ll tell mine.” Parker teased. “Okay, so senior year in high school. I was eighteen by the way, and this particular story doesn’t involve any of the Huskettes.”

  “As if being underage would have stopped you.” Sarah quipped.

  Remy watched the banter between the two, an amused look in her eyes. She didn’t have that camaraderie with her family. The last of four by ten years, she had come along well after the others had grown up, and they didn’t want anything to do with a younger sister. Most of her friends growing up had been acquired in school or on the street. She envied their closeness. She tried to focus on Parker and her tale.

  “I was the equipment manager for our softball team. I traveled with the team to all the away games, as well as the coaches and a couple parents. We had a new assistant coach my senior year. Played at Florida State. Great coach, and hot to boot.”

  Carmen shook her head. “Why do I get the feeling you did something you shouldn’t have?”

  “Because you know me.” Parker squeezed her arm and continued her story.

  “Me and a couple of the girls on the team spent most of the season flirting like crazy with her, and aside from a smile here and there, she didn’t give us the time of day. Apparently, she had a girl back at Florida State. Anyway, we were getting ready for the last game of semi—state and tensions were running high. We were in second place and one win away from moving on to state.”

  “Sure it wasn’t all the pent up sexual frustration of a bunch of young lezzies in heat?”

  “You would think so, at least coming from me. As the equipment manager, it was my responsibility to make sure all the gear was packed on the bus and ready to go. I had finished up and was headed out for the night when I heard someone crying. It was coming from the coach’s office. So, I figured I’d better check it out. It was our assistant coach.”

  “Oh yeah, the old damsel in distress act.” Remy teased. “I’ve seen that one before.”

  “She was good, had me hook, line and sinker. Apparently, her girl had just told her she had been dating someone else since she left and wanted to end things. I offered my shoulder to cry on.”

  “And, when she says shoulder, she means face and by cry, she means sit on.” Sarah said sarcastically.

  Parker looked at her askance. “Whose story is this?”

  “Okay, fine, I’ll let you tell it.”

  “Where was I? Oh yes, we were in the middle of a, umm, therapy session and I was knuckle—deep in her snatch when guess who walks in?” She didn’t wait for answers. “Yep, the coach. I had her pants down around her ankles and I was licking her like an everlasting gobstopper that had just changed to dessert flavor. I was mortified. She got fired and I got suspended. Fortunately, they couldn’t press charges because I wasn’t underage. And, that is the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me.”

  Remy and Carmen burst out laughing. “Are you serious? I shouldn’t be surprised. We should have known that a girl who, ahh, carries her own tool belt would have been trouble in school.”

  Carmen waggled her finger at Remy. “Still not as embarrassing as Kerry.”

  Remy groaned loudly. “Man, I had almost forgotten about that.”

  “Kerry?” Sarah sat up and furrowed her brow at Remy. “What’s the Kerry story?”

  “Thanks, C.” Remy wiped her mouth and threw her napkin at Carmen. “I have to preface this story by saying I am not the greatest speller in the world and there might have been mass quantities of alcohol involved.”

  “Because you’re a lush.” Carmen said sarcastically.

  “Correction.” Remy waggled her eyebrows. “Used to be a lush. Let me set the story up properly. I had been working as an EMT for a couple of years which made it winter of 2002. That’s actually where I met C. She was working as a paramedic for the same outfit. Anyway, we had all gone out for our annual Christmas party. My boss’s wife was there and she and I had flirted harmlessly since I started there. We were all sitting around the table and my boss goes to the bathroom, mind you leaving his jacket on his chair. I don’t know if you know a whole lot about the job, but things were pretty stressful and in our down time, we liked to play practical jokes on each other.”

  Sarah shook her head. “That doesn’t surprise me in the least. Especially, the flirting with the boss’s wife part.”

  Remy shrugged. “Hey, I was young. So, anyway, I see his coat there, and I figure why not check his pockets. Might be something I can use against him later. Lo and behold, I found his cell phone.”

  “And, she wasn’t about to let that opportunity pass.”

  Remy smirked at Carmen. “No, I didn’t. We learned really fast with Jack that we had to get him when we could. So, I figure I’m going to mess with him and Kerry a little bit. I started texting her. All kinds of dirty shit. What I’m going to do to her, maybe sneak into the restroom and fuck
her in the stall. I keep sending these texts, and I’m waiting for a reaction and nothing. She doesn’t blink, doesn’t do anything. So, finally I ask her if she was getting any texts and she says no.”

  “That should have been your first clue something was up.” Carmen snickered.

  “Should have been, but I figured that maybe the reception was bad and she just hasn’t gotten them yet. I sent one final text and told her to meet me by the restrooms for a quickie. I got up and headed back there, figuring she’d get them all at once and when she came back there, I would tell her it was me messing with her.”

  “Oh lord, you sent them to someone else, didn’t you?” Sarah’s shoulders were shaking already, unable to contain her laughter.

  “Oh, not just someone else, Jack’s brother Cary. Spelled C—A—R—Y, instead of K—E—R—R—Y. I was mortified. For weeks after, they would print out random texts that I’d sent and tape them around work. It was months before I lived that down.” Remy’s face was bright red, reliving the embarrassment.

  When Sarah and Parker finally stopped laughing, Parker shot her a look. “At least, I only got caught with my finger in the pie. Dude, you hit on your boss’s brother.”

  “God, don’t remind me. I couldn’t face either one of them. On the plus side, Kerry with a K thought it was pretty hot and let’s just say most of the texts really happened.”

  “Shut the fuck up!” Parker leaned forward. “No shit?”

  “No shit.” Remy smiled. “But, like I said, I was young. I’m not that person anymore.” Her eyes found Sarah’s, and she could tell by the look on her face, she didn’t believe that.

  “So, speaking of finger in the pie, are we about done?” Carmen shot Parker a look that let her know she was ready to go.

  Parker just grinned like an idiot when Sarah rolled her eyes in her direction.

  Remy put her hand on Sarah’s arm and smiled. “So, your place or mine?”

  Sarah just shook her head. “Mine, I guess, but you’re supplying the wine.”

  Chapter 14

  Sarah opened the door and laughed when a bottle of Reisling and a hand snaked around the door. “My favorite!”

  Remy gave her a lop—sided grin. “I seem to remember that.”

  Sarah blushed. It had been a couple of bottles of Reisling that had caused her to lose her inhibitions that night eight years ago. She glared at Remy suspiciously. “Maybe I should stick with water.”

  “Suit yourself.” Remy flopped on the bed. “I’m too tired to try anything tonight anyway.”

  Sarah immediately smiled. “Okay, fine. I’d hate to let perfectly good wine go to waste. Pour me a glass?”

  “Sure.” Remy pulled a corkscrew out of her pocket and popped the cork out. “So, tonight’s conversation was a little surprising.”

  “Tell me about it.” Sarah took the glass Remy held out to her and sat down on the bed. “That definitely qualifies as more information than I needed to know about my cousin.”

  Remy laughed. “True. And, I could have lived the rest of my life not knowing that about C.”

  Sarah was quiet for several moments. “Do women really do that?”

  “Do what?” Remy was confused until she saw Sarah’s face. “Oh, that. Well, yeah, I guess. I mean I have once or twice.”

  “And, you liked it?”

  “Doing it, yeah.” Remy confessed with a smile. “It’s kind of a power thing for the one that is, umm, you know wearing it. I haven’t ever been on the receiving end, but I assumed from the reaction that it was well—received.”

  “Hmm, interesting.” Sarah fidgeted with her glass. “I just never thought about lesbians using one of those things since we, you know, like women and not guys.”

  “It’s okay to say strap—on, Bonneville. It’s not like it’s going to jump out of someone’s pants and slap you across the mouth.”

  Sarah snorted. “God, you are silly. Of course I know I can say str…strap—on.”

  Remy laughed out loud. “Lord, you can barely even get it out of your mouth.”

  “Strap—on. There, are you happy?” Sarah narrowed her eyes. She reached over and poured herself another glass. She held the bottle out to Remy, who shook her head no, gesturing to her half—full bottle. “Lightweight.”

  “Maybe.” Remy shrugged. “Just exhausted.”

  Sarah leaned back against the bed and stared at the ceiling, not saying anything for several moments. “Why?”

  “Why what?”

  “Why do women like it?” Sarah was intrigued by the idea of it and her mind went back to Remy’s whispered offer to show her just how much pleasure could be had.

  “Hmm, well, wow. Maybe you should lay off the wine.” Remy suggested. She didn’t mind talking about this, but with Sarah it was impossible to do so without getting even more worked up then she already was. Carmen was just down the hall, getting her brains fucked out and enjoying it, and she was playing the friend card with Sarah.

  Remy rubbed the back of her neck, suddenly uncomfortable. She saw Sarah’s eyes pleading with her and she swallowed the last of her wine, stealing her frayed nerves. “It feels good.”

  “Better than, you know, the normal stuff?” The normal stuff was exactly what she and Remy had done over and over again. But, she couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud. Oh, but she could think about it, everyday lately. Every night too, which made for some uncomfortable mornings when she couldn’t do anything to assuage her arousal.

  “Different. It feels good and different.” Remy tilted her head. She could tell from the glassy look in Sarah’s eyes that her mind was wandering too. She shifted on the bed, trying to release the pressure on her clit to no avail. She could feel it pulsating wildly. “It’s just another layer. It adds a little something extra. There’s just something about being inside a woman that way. I think that was the only thing I ever envied in a man. Now, I don’t have to.”

  “Wow.” Sarah said half to herself. “I never knew.”

  “Never watched lesbo porn, eh?” Remy smirked. “That’ll make a strap—on look tame.” Strap—ons, and now porn, and Sarah looking entirely too inviting was more than she should have to bear.

  “I guess I haven’t lived much at all.” Sarah confessed with a rueful smile. “I may have been close to a big town, but growing up we didn’t go into the city much. Hell, even college was a small state school.”

  “There’s a whole world out there, Bonneville. You should get out more.” Remy thought she would be the perfect person to introduce her to the wilder side of lesbian sex. Unfortunately, in the foreseeable future that didn’t seem like an option.

  Sarah rolled her eyes. “Oh yeah? In all my spare time?”

  “Pay—per view, it’s a wonderful invention.” Remy forced herself to breathe evenly, not wanting Sarah to know how incredibly worked up she was from a conversation alone.

  Sarah snorted. “I don’t know about you. But watching porno flicks with my cousin isn’t exactly something I aspire too. Besides at four ninety—nine a pop, the bankroll doesn’t exactly support that.”

  “True.” Remy divided the last of the wine between Sarah’s glass and hers. “Speaking of? Who are you working for now?”

  “It’s a bit of a secret.” Sarah smiled cryptically. She was secretly thankful Remy had steered the conversation back to safer waters. She wasn’t sure how much more of that conversation she would stand before she turned her back on common sense and threw herself at Remy. “But, you are the only one I could tell that would appreciate it.”

  “Oh, this sounds good.” Remy leaned forward, intrigued. “Who’s your sugar mama?”

  “Rogue Weather.” Sarah said proudly.

  “The TV show?” Remy eyes were wide with disbelief. “That’s who you’re working for.”

  “Yep. Pretty sweet gig, huh?”

  Remy could only shake her head. “You gotta be shitting me. I’ve been trying to get them to hire me for a couple years now. How did you score that?”


  “Oh God. I shouldn’t be telling you this.” Sarah winced and shot Remy an apologetic smile. “They contacted me.”

  Remy groaned loudly. “No fucking way.”

  “Yeah. I’m sorry.” Sarah suddenly wished she could take it back. She hadn’t known that Remy had been trying to get her foot in the door with them all this time, and she certainly didn’t mean to hurt her feelings. Honestly, had it not been for meeting Remy all those years ago, she would never have had the opportunity. “After word got out that we got film from inside the tornado, they contacted me. They are funding this season, and if it goes well, the next five. All I have to do is keep chasing, and of course, document everything. The footage is exclusively theirs.”

  “Wow.” Remy shook her head several times, still having a hard time comprehending what Sarah was telling her. She was working for the same TV station in Kansas City that she’d started with years ago. The pay was not great, but at least she had funding for what she considered her life’s calling. “Well, I can’t say I’m not jealous, but that’s awesome for you. I’m proud of you, Bonneville. You hit the big time.”

  “Thanks.” Sarah smiled ruefully. “Sometimes, I think it may be too much, though. Now, if I have a bad season, it’s not just me I’m letting down, it’s a whole group of producers and their executives. I’m just a small fish in a big pond.”

  “So, why’d you do it?” Remy asked softly. “Why not stay freelance?”

  “Honestly? I had too.” Sarah ran her hands through her hair. “When Evan left, I didn’t have the money to do it anymore. I needed them as much as they thought they needed me. At the time, it was my only option besides going back home and getting a real job.”

  “Ahh, Evan. That answers a lot.” Remy swung her feet up on the bed and leaned back against the headboard. “Never knew what you saw in her.”