Bossy: Five Productive Tales of Lesbian Lust

by Harper Bliss

  I let my knees fall left and right for her, just like she asked me to. My one hand was back in her hair, the other behind the pillow—leverage for pushing myself up towards her. I could already feel her fingers skate along my soaking pussy lips, sucking her fingers in.

  Her eyes, locked on mine again, narrowed when her fingertips circled my clit briefly. Shots of electricity fired through my flesh. She’d have me begging soon. I didn’t see any patience in her eyes though, only hunger and need. She went deep with the first thrust, touching me the way only a woman’s fingers ever could.

  “Oooh,” I moaned, too loud for the bright room we found ourselves in. Too guttural for a supposedly straight film star with a woman in her bed. But it was a cry of release, a moan of freedom. Because in that bed, on that afternoon, with Penny Fox’s long fingers inside of me, I was more me than I’d ever been in my life.

  Penny’s eyes on me were as effective as her fingers inside. I held her crystal blue gaze as long as I could, but she kept thrusting and I kept moaning and years of frustration seemed to seep out of every pore of my skin. When I started to thrash my head this way and that, I felt her shift. Her hair slipped from my fingers and it tumbled across my stomach as her mouth found my clit.

  “Oh fuck,” I groaned, now holding on to the pillow with both hands. “Oh, Penny.”

  She fucked me with quick deep strokes of her fingers, while my clit disappeared between her lips. Every muscle in my body tensed, preparing for release—for freedom. Then she added another finger, spreading me wide, opening me up even more, and I caved.

  Everything rolled over me at once. The joy of being with another woman. The desire to experience this on a regular basis. The frustration of hiding. It rolled over me with shocking bursts of pleasure spasming through my muscles and tingling in my belly. The sensitive spots her fingers and tongue connected with spread all over my body, until my climax was complete.

  “It was Sandra Wong,” she said, after the retreat of her fingers, her face close to mine again, eyes on me.

  “I knew it,” I said, but, by then, I really couldn’t have cared less.

  Roadside Assistance

  Lucy Felthouse

  Demelza frowned as the car lurched, made a strange humming sound, then lost power. She pressed harder on the accelerator pedal, but nothing happened. Thinking fast, she hit the button to put on her hazard lights then steered over towards the side of the road, hoping like hell she had enough momentum to get there. She didn’t want her car sticking out into the motorway traffic, and she didn’t particularly want to attempt to push the vehicle, either.

  Her silent prayers were answered as she managed to get safely onto the hard shoulder, where she pulled on the handbrake and turned off the engine. Only then did she express her frustration.

  “Fuck!” she slammed her hands on the steering wheel. “Fuckshitwankfuckbollockscunt!”

  Having let some irritation out, she felt more able to get her arse in gear and start tackling the problem. Demelza didn’t have the slightest idea how cars worked—she could put petrol in, fill the windscreen washer bottle and that was about it—so roadside assistance was the only option.

  She vaguely remembered being told at some point that it was easier for a breakdown service to find you if you used the static phones at the side of the motorway, rather than a mobile phone. So she grabbed her handbag and keys, locked the car and started walking along the darkened road. Demelza wanted to place the call and get back to her car quick smart. She’d also heard it was safer not to wait in your car when broken down on a motorway, but it was better than freezing or being petrified to death.

  Before long, she’d reached the little orange box containing the phone. Making the call, giving all the relevant details and waiting for them to confirm her location, she kept pretty calm. But after hanging up—and being given reassurance that someone would be with her inside the hour—the emotions kicked in. Not only was it dark, it was cold and miserable too. A fine mist hung in the air, refusing to turn into rain but making everything damp anyway. The traffic that zoomed past did little to remove Demelza’s unease. It felt lonely at the side of the motorway, without the security of being in her moving vehicle. If a serial killer appeared on the verge and dragged her away, it was unlikely anyone would notice. And if they did, by the time they reacted, it would be too late. She’d be dead, and her killer would have already scarpered.

  Muttering to herself, Demelza picked up her pace back to the car. She managed to find a positive in the situation—at least she was wearing sensible shoes, so walking wasn’t too hazardous. It wasn’t much, but it was something and soon she was in the relative safety of her car, the doors locked and a blanket clutched around her. Without the engine functions, the heat had rapidly disappeared and Demelza hoped her rescuer arrived before she turned into a human icicle.

  Fortunately, the fact she was a woman alone, and that it was night time, meant that she was a priority, and a van decorated with the recovery service’s colors and logo pulled up behind her car in around forty minutes. And it wasn’t a moment too soon—the temperature in the car had dropped further, and Demelza could see her own breath misting in front of her.

  Pulling the blanket more tightly around her, she unlocked the doors and got out of the car, shivering as the chill and damp hit her. Turning, she watched as the person inside the recovery van opened the door and stepped out. The vehicle’s interior light shone on her rescuer, and in spite of herself, Demelza was surprised to discover it was a woman—it wasn’t sexism speaking, rather the fact that there were still so few women in the motoring and related industries.

  “Hello,” she said, stepping forward into the beam of the van’s headlights. “Thanks so much for getting to me so quickly.”

  “Hi, I’m Helena. Are you all right?”

  “Yes, thanks. Cold, but all right.”

  “Come on, let’s get in the van a minute, and you can tell me what happened. It’s warm in there.”

  “Okay.”

  Once they were shut inside the cab of the recovery vehicle, the heating on full blast, Demelza quickly started to warm up. It helped that Helena was quite the stunner. Long, dark hair, tied back, dark eyes and a voluptuous figure that was not entirely hidden by her overalls.

  Demelza described exactly what had taken place.

  “Hmm, all right. It could be a couple of things, and I’m sorry to say it’s unlikely to be something I can fix here. But I’ll go and double check, then come back and give you a status report.”

  “Okay, thanks.”

  “You warm enough? I’ve got some coffee left in my flask if you want some.”

  “That’s really nice of you, but I’m all right, honestly. Want me to come and hold a torch for you?”

  “It’s okay, I shouldn’t be too long. You got the keys?”

  Demelza handed them over, then watched as Helena climbed back out of the van and closed the door behind her, keeping the heat inside the cab.

  The headlights of the van were still on, so she could see Helena head for her car, open the door and get inside. Then all she could glimpse was the back of the brunette’s head through the rear window. Helena sat there for a few minutes, presumably trying to get the car to start, but since nothing moved, Demelza assumed she was having no luck.

  Fucking hell, she thought, this is going to be expensive.

  The sexy mechanic got back out of the car and moved around to the front. Popping the bonnet, she looked inside. Or at least that’s what Demelza assumed she was doing, given the raised metal was totally blocking her view.

  Several minutes later, Helena closed the bonnet and walked back towards the van, shaking her head.

  Joining Demelza in the vehicle, she said, “I’m really sorry, but I can’t fix it here. I’m pretty sure I know what the problem is, but a garage would have to do a few more diagnostics to be sure. What do you want me to do? Obviously there will be no garages open at this time of night, so should I tow you home?”
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  Sighing, Demelza replied, “Yes, please. It’s quite a way though. Still about fifty miles, I reckon. Does it matter?”

  Helena shook her head. “Makes no difference. Your breakdown policy covers you to be towed home throughout the country. We may have to stop for a while because of my tachograph, though. I’m only allowed to drive so many hours at a time, and then I have to take a break.”

  “Uh, okay. I suppose we should get going then. Do you need me to do anything?”

  “No, just sit tight. I’ll get your car hooked up to the back of the truck, phone in to the centre to let them know what we’re doing and then we’ll make a move.”

  Demelza nodded in lieu of a verbal reply. There wasn’t anything she could say, not really. The incredibly capable Helena didn’t need her help, so all she could do was sit there and wait.

  Helena carefully maneuvered the rescue truck around Demelza’s car and parked in front of it, then reversed up a bit. She flashed Demelza a smile before hopping out and getting her car ready to be towed.

  Ten minutes or so later, she was back. She clambered back into the van and closed the door. “Okay, all done and secured. Let me just make that call.”

  She pressed a few buttons on the phone that was mounted on the dash. Someone answered, the sound coming through speakers throughout the cab. Helena gave her colleague the details of what had happened, and what the next steps were, then rang off.

  “Okay, time to go. What’s your postcode, sweetheart?”

  Sweetheart? God, it had been a long time since anyone had called her that. Okay, that wasn’t strictly true—her mother did. But it had been a while since someone she found sexually attractive had said it.

  Remembering she’d been asked a question, Demelza shook herself out of her silly thoughts and gave her reply.

  Helena plugged the postcode into the sat nav. “Hmm,” she said, scrutinizing the information on the screen. “We might make it to your place before my break, we might not. It’s touch and go.”

  “No problem,” Demelza said. “We’ll get there when we get there.” She wondered if she’d be so relaxed about it had she been stuck in the cab of a van with a man, instead of a gorgeous woman. Probably not.

  “That we will. Buckle up, please.”

  Demelza did as commanded and got settled for the journey home. She felt better now she’d mostly thawed out, but she was still fed up with the situation. Thoughts of expensive garage bills plagued her. She’d have to dip into her savings—it was the only option. Without a car, she couldn’t get to work and therefore couldn’t earn any money, so she’d just have to suck it up and get the car fixed as soon as possible.

  “Hey,” Helena said softly, glancing at her before returning her gaze to the road, “don’t worry. You’ll be home in no time. Everything’s going to be okay.”

  “It’s not the getting home part I’m worried about,” Demelza replied. “It’s how much the car repairs are going to cost. I haven’t really had the best experiences with garages and whatnot, I always think the mechanics are ripping me off.”

  “Well, I can recommend a garage for you, if you’d like. We have various places on our database, and we only recommend ones that we trust. I know that won’t help with the bill, unfortunately, but it might put your mind at rest.”

  Demelza gave a small smile. “It would, thank you. You’re very kind.”

  “No problem. I know breaking down is stressful enough, without worrying about what happens afterwards. So how about we change the subject, try and cheer you up a bit? Or maybe listen to some music?”

  “Changing the subject is fine, thank you.” Demelza’s smile was wide this time, genuine. She looked at Helena, and couldn’t help wondering if she liked women. There was no wedding ring, but these days, that didn’t mean a damn thing.

  “Okay,” Helena said, glancing at her again, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “What would you like to talk about?”

  “Oh, I dunno. My brain’s not really working properly at the moment. You think of something.”

  Fortunately, the other woman did just that, and they spent the next hour happily chatting about everything and nothing. So when Helena suddenly swore, Demelza wondered what on earth she’d said wrong.

  “I’m sorry,” Helena said, “It just slipped out. I’m out of time on my tacho, I’m afraid. I’ve got to pull over and have my break.”

  Glancing out of the window, Demelza saw that they were getting close to her neighborhood. “You could just have your break on my street, if you like. Well, your van will be on my street, anyway. You’re more than welcome to come in for a drink.”

  Helena shook her head. “We won’t make it in time. I know it’s stupid, but I’ll get my arse kicked if I don’t stop now.” She clicked on the indicator and pulled over into a lay by. “Thanks so much for the offer, though.”

  “That’s okay.” Demelza shrugged. “I’m just returning the favor, as you’ve been so kind to me.”

  Helena left the engine running but took off her seatbelt. She grabbed her flask and poured herself a coffee.

  “You want some?” she asked Demelza.

  “Um, only if you don’t mind. I’ll make you some more when we get to my house.”

  “Of course I don’t mind.” Helena drank the rest of the coffee in the cup, then refilled it and handed it to Demelza. “Here you go.”

  “Thanks.” Demelza took the drink with a grateful smile, trying hard to ignore the zing that ran up her arm as their fingers briefly touched. The heat she’d needed so much earlier was now making her sleepy. The last thing she wanted was to fall asleep in the gorgeous mechanic’s van and embarrass herself by either snoring or drooling. A spot of caffeine would do the trick. Sipping the coffee, she realized it was quite a nice temperature, so she gulped it down quickly and handed the cup back. “That was great, thank you.”

  Flashing her a grin, Helena closed up the flask and put it back. “No problem.”

  An awkward silence fell over them, the chugging of the van’s engine and the puffing of the heating the only sounds. Demelza fidgeted and looked out of her window. There was nothing worth seeing, as they were on the very edge of town, beside an industrial estate, but her brain was unwilling to supply her with anything to say. She heard Helena moving around too, and after a couple of minutes, the quiet was obviously too much for the mechanic.

  “Do you need to let anyone know where you are?”

  Turning in the direction of the voice, Demelza then shook her head. “No. I live by myself.”

  “Oh. No boyfriend?”

  The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. “I’m not into men.”

  “Oh!” Helena’s eyes were wide. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry, or upset you.”

  “It’s okay. I’m not upset.” She smiled, to show she meant it. “So, what about you? Anyone at home waiting for you to finish your shift?” Helena had asked her, so why not return the question?

  “Nope. I live alone, too. And...” she tailed off.

  “And what?” Demelza’s heart pounded. Part of her knew what the other woman was going to say, but she wanted to hear the words.

  “And I’m not into men, either.”

  “I see. Well, that’s nice to know.”

  “It is?”

  “Yeah.” She had no idea where her sudden bravery was coming from, but she was glad of it. Helena was hot, single and into women. There could be a way to turn a crappy situation into a sexy one. “It is. I’m glad that a gorgeous girl like you isn’t being wasted on a man.”

  Helena let out a strangled sound, her eyebrows almost disappearing into her luscious brunette locks. “Are you, uh, coming on to me?”

  Demelza shrugged. “Do you want me to be?”

  “Normally I’d say yes. One hundred per cent yes. But I’m at work...”

  “You’re on a break. That tacho thing doesn’t have sound or video, does it? It just knows when the vehicle is moving?”

  “T
hat’s right, but...”

  “But nothing. Come on, my fucking car just broke down and I’ll have to spend tomorrow trying to sort it out. Why not indulge me now?”

  A tiny smile quirked at the corners of Helena’s lips. “All right. But if the phone rings, you have to let me answer it. I can’t lose my job over this.”

  “Agreed.” Undoing her seatbelt, Demelza beckoned. “Come over here, there’s more room.”

  Helena pressed a button, and Demelza heard a clunk from her left—ah, she’d locked them in. Good move.

  The brunette shuffled up next to her, and they looked at each other. Then Helena voiced another concern. “What if someone sees us?”

  Demelza looked around. “The headlights will stop people being able to see in the front windows, I would think. And we’re so high up that only a giant would be able to see in the side windows. That and it’s late. There’s nobody around.”

  “True.”

  There was another moment of silence, but Demelza was determined not to let it extend. She hadn’t asked how long Helena’s break was supposed to be, but she was going to make the most of it regardless.

  Reaching out, she cupped Helena’s face. Her brown eyes looked almost black in the limited light, and she gazed into them for several long, tension-filled seconds, before leaning forward and brushing her lips against Helena’s. They were soft, plump and tempting, and Demelza pressed harder against them, slipping her tongue out in search of access to Helena’s mouth.

  The brunette gave it willingly, and the tentative kiss grew more confident, more needy. Demelza groped around for Helena’s right hand, found it and put it on her left breast. Helena squeezed, gently at first, then harder. Demelza groaned into her mouth. Her mind raced ahead to the next step—despite her seeming confident about not getting caught, she really didn’t want to get Helena into trouble, so getting totally naked wasn’t an option, just in case. They’d have to stick with unzipping and untucking things, and fast.