Escapades

by M. J. Williamz

  “You’re always cute.”

  “It’s nice that you think so, but please go shower.”

  “You started this.”

  “Yeah, but you’re the one bitchin’ that we don’t have time. And now you’re gonna flaunt that body in front of me when I can’t do anything with it.”

  “Oh, you’re welcome to do whatever you like with it. When we’re all through. Now would you just relax while I finish getting the last of the boxes ready for you?”

  Joey took her beer out to the pool area and sat in the sun. Every muscle in her body was tense, every inch between her legs aroused. She wanted to devour the length of Tiffany, from the lips on her face to the ones between her legs. And she didn’t want to leave a spot not sucked.

  She tried to block out thoughts of Tiffany, so she closed her eyes and took a long pull on her beer. She was starting to relax when her phone rang. She got it out of her pocket to see the blocked number again.

  “Screw ’em.” Joey figured if they didn’t want her to know who was calling, she wasn’t going to answer.

  The ringing stopped and she waited, but there was no indication of a voice mail. As she slid the phone in her pocket, she told herself she should answer it next time and tell whoever it was to grow some balls and let the number be seen. Especially if they expected her to answer. But she knew she wouldn’t. She refused to answer if no number showed.

  She finally finished her beer and decided to see what Tiffany was up to. It was only two o’clock. She was hoping Tiffany had more packed so if she was still naked, Joey could do something about it. She walked back to the bedroom to find several more boxes sealed, but Tiffany was nowhere to be seen.

  She grabbed a box and started down the hall when she heard the shower running behind one of the doors. She decided to hurry and get the truck packed so maybe she could sneak into the shower with Tiffany.

  Joey came back for the last box and found Tiffany slipping back into her clothes. “Damn. I’m too late.”

  “For?”

  “I was going to join you in the shower.”

  “We still have to get all those boxes out of your truck and into storage.”

  “We have plenty of time, but as long as you’re dressed, let’s get going.”

  They got to the storage unit and Tiffany attempted to grab a box from the truck.

  “Do you mind?” Joey said. “That’s my job.”

  “I was just trying to help.”

  “You’ve helped enough for one day.”

  Tiffany laughed and opened the unit. “The boxes will all go back in that cleared area, okay?” She motioned to the right rear portion of the unit.

  Joey went to work and had the truck unloaded in no time. She leaned against a box to catch her breath when Tiffany walked up to her and kissed her.

  “What the hell was that?” Joey asked.

  “Have you ever done it in a storage unit?”

  “Oh, no. No, no, no. We’re not doing anything here. Let’s get you home.”

  Tiffany ran her hand along Joey’s crotch.

  “But I’ve never done it here. And I want to.”

  “Yeah? Well, I have issues with spiders and rats crawling over me while I’m having sex. Call me crazy.”

  “You sound like a girl.”

  “Whatever. We’re not doing it here.”

  “Fine. Be that way.”

  “Now where am I dropping you off?”

  “Well, I’ll be staying with some friends, but I was thinking we could go back to my grandma’s place and go swimming or something.”

  “Or something?” Joey pulled her close, sucking at a tit through her shirt.

  Tiffany lifted her shirt, exposing her bare breast.

  Joey looked around her to the door of the unit. “What’s going to happen? No one’s going to come by.”

  “You don’t know that.” Joey lowered her mouth and sucked an erect nipple.

  “I love your mouth on me.”

  Joey released the nipple and sucked Tiffany’s neck. She was interrupted when Tiffany’s phone rang.

  Tiffany stepped back and fished her phone from her pocket.

  “Hello?”

  Joey couldn’t help but hear her conversation.

  “Not yet, but almost. I’ll definitely be out of there today. No, I promise.” She had a big smile on her face. “Of course I’ll help you tomorrow. I’ll see you then. Bye-bye.”

  Joey’s ears had perked up by that point.

  “Who was that?”

  “Samantha Brewer. She’s moving into my grandma’s house. That’s why I had to be out.”

  “You’re helping her tomorrow?”

  “Of course. I’d do anything for her. She’s such a sweetheart.” She sidled up to Joey again. “Now where were we?”

  Joey was uncomfortable, and she didn’t like it. Something about Samantha Brewer calling Tiffany made her feel strange. She was sure she wasn’t jealous as she didn’t believe she felt that emotion. Also, just the mention of Samantha had her cooling her jets toward Tiffany.

  Confused and determined not to blow an opportunity, she pushed Samantha Brewer out of her mind and focused on the young woman offering her lithe and limber body to her.

  “I think we were going to your old place for a final dip in the pool,” Joey said.

  They locked up the storage unit and climbed back into Joey’s truck for the short drive back to the house.

  *

  Once again, Joey followed Tiffany around to the back of the house where the pool looked incredibly inviting after all her manual labor on such a hot day. She stripped out of her clothes and jumped in, reveling in the feel of the cool against her burning skin. She surfaced, treading water, and looked up at Tiffany, still standing poolside.

  “What are you doing? Get in here,” she called.

  Tiffany stayed where she was and looked down at Joey. She slowly removed her shirt, affording Joey a view of her pert breasts with nipples already at attention. She pushed her breasts together and ran her hands all over them. She pinched her nipples, all the while staring at Joey.

  Joey swam to the edge and folded her arms on it to hold herself up, enjoying the show Tiffany was putting on.

  Tiffany stepped out of her shorts and stood over Joey, who was looking up between her legs.

  “Are you coming in?” Joey asked.

  “Are you?” Tiffany sat on the edge, one leg on either side of Joey.

  Joey ran her hand along Tiffany’s inner thigh and spread her lips. She ran her finger the length of her before slipping two fingers inside and dragging her thumb over her clit. “I love how you’re always ready.”

  “Always.” Tiffany scooted closer to Joey.

  “That concrete has to be hot,” Joey said.

  “Yeah, it’s a bit uncomfortable.” Tiffany laughed.

  “Well, get in the water.” Joey backed away from her and watched as Tiffany eased herself into the water. She sank underneath and reappeared in the shallow end, droplets of water decorating her bare flesh.

  “Better?” Joey asked.

  “Very.” Tiffany swam over to Joey. She put her arms around her. “But I’m still hot.”

  “Sweetheart, you’re always hot. Hell, you’re on fire.” She kissed her, fiercely and passionately, her mouth open and tongue darting into Tiffany’s mouth.

  Tiffany returned the kiss in kind, holding tightly to Joey, pressing the length of her body against hers as her tongue kept pace.

  Joey used her powerful arms to swim the two of them to the shallow end, never breaking the kiss. Once standing, she ran her hand down Tiffany’s body, caressing the firm swells of her breasts and cupping the cheeks of her ass. She ground her own pelvis into Tiffany’s, craving more contact. She moved her knee between Tiffany’s legs and moved it against her.

  Tiffany’s arms closed more tightly around Joey as their kissing intensified. Joey could barely get her hands between them to play with her breasts again. As she flicked her thumbs over her
nipples, Tiffany moaned into her mouth.

  Joey walked them to the steps and sat Tiffany on the top one. The water barely covered it, so it was cool enough for Tiffany to sit comfortably, yet dry enough that Joey wouldn’t drown. She knelt on a lower step and put Tiffany’s knees on her shoulders as she dipped to run her tongue between her legs. Her lips were swollen and creamy and her clit hard and throbbing.

  Her musky flavor had Joey’s head spinning. She licked voraciously at her pussy, burying her tongue as deep as she could, then licking forward to her clit. Over and over, she repeated the process, dizzy from the tastes and scents. She wanted to spend forever between Tiffany’s legs, feasting on everything she found there.

  Tiffany placed her hands on Joey’s shoulders, fingernails scratching her as she thrust her hips in rhythm with Joey’s tongue. The sharp pain urged Joey on, and she licked with greater fervor. Finally, she felt Tiffany’s nails dig deeply into her, and she continued to lap at her rigid clit until Tiffany cried out as she shuddered and reached her climax, then slowly floated back to the present.

  The cool water did nothing to soothe the burning in Joey’s crotch. She waited until Tiffany was coherent to take her hand and lead her to a lounge chair. Joey lay back and spread her legs. Tiffany apparently didn’t need to be asked twice. She buried her fingers inside and bent to suck Joey’s hardened clit.

  “Fuck me harder, baby,” Joey pleaded.

  Tiffany slipped another finger in and plunged them as deep as she could. She did this repeatedly as Joey arched her hips to take more.

  “Roll over for me,” Tiffany said.

  Joey happily obliged and raised up on her knees so Tiffany could enter her from behind. She felt wonderfully full, and when Tiffany reached around and stroked her clit, she had to bite her lip to keep from coming too soon. She held off as long as she could, relishing in the sensations Tiffany was creating, but finally, she could hold off no longer. Her whole body tensed before the thunderous burst of energy overtook her and she let herself go to enjoy the ride.

  “Holy fuck, that was intense,” Joey breathed.

  “I thought you were gonna break my fingers.” Tiffany laughed as she withdrew her fingers so Joey could roll over.

  “Damn,” was all Joey could manage.

  Tiffany got up and walked into the house. She came back out with a cold beer and placed it against Joey’s cunt.

  “What the fuck?” Joey yelled, moving away from the beer.

  “Just thought you might need to be cooled down.”

  “You’re a funny girl.” Joey took the beer and chugged half of it. “Thanks. That’s delicious.”

  Tiffany sat at the foot of the lounge chair and opened her soda. She took a long a sip. “You’re a lot of fun, Joey Scarpetti.”

  “Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.”

  “Do you ever suppose you’ll settle down?”

  “Whoa there, little sister. I thought we had this covered.”

  “Oh, no! Not with me. I don’t mean that at all. I just meant in general.”

  Joey flinched when Samantha Brewer’s face floated through her mind. She shook her head violently.

  “What?” Tiffany said.

  “Nothing.” Joey tried to sound nonchalant. “It’s just the thought of monotony, I mean monogamy, gives me the heebie-jeebies.”

  Tiffany just stared at her.

  “What about you?” Joey asked.

  “Me? I have no idea. I’m much too young to worry about a lifelong partner.”

  “And I’m not?”

  Tiffany just shrugged.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “You’re older than I am, but I don’t know. I suppose I can’t see me settling down when I’m your age, either.”

  “Just how old do you think I am?”

  “I figure you’re in your late twenties, maybe early thirties.”

  “Let’s stick with late twenties.”

  “Okay.” Tiffany laughed.

  Joey tipped her beer bottle and finished its contents, then stood.

  “Last one in is a rotten egg.” She ran and did a cannonball into the pool.

  Tiffany just shook her head.

  “What?” Joey asked.

  “If I’m a rotten egg, does that mean I won’t get eaten again?”

  “Don’t count on it.” Joey laughed and dove underwater, waiting for Tiffany to join her.

  Chapter Ten

  “I swear to God, all you do is sleep anymore.” Mel shook Joey’s shoulder.

  “What the hell are you doing here so early?”

  “It’s not early. It’s nine o’clock, and we’re supposed to be helping your lovely Ms. Brewer, remember?”

  Joey threw her arm over her forehead and stared at Mel, still too groggy for anything to sink in.

  “Seriously. Get your lazy ass up, woman!”

  Consciousness finally made an appearance in Joey’s clouded mind. “Oh, shit! We’re late!”

  “Ding, ding, ding!”

  “Shut up.” She rolled to a sitting position.

  Mel picked up some clothes from the floor and threw them at her. “Get up. Get dressed. Let’s go.”

  “Those are dirty.” Joey threw them back on the floor. “You sure are excited for someone who didn’t even want to do this.”

  “I figure since you committed us, we may as well be there.”

  “Give me a sec. I need to take a quick shower.”

  “Are you kidding me? We’re going to go move her. You know, work up a sweat and get stinky while creating sore muscles?”

  Joey ignored her and grabbed some clean clothes. She left the room and returned, clean and dressed, ten minutes later. She had her work boots on when Mel finally handed her a cup of coffee.

  “About time you give up the java,” Joey said.

  “You didn’t deserve it.”

  “How was moving yesterday?” Mel asked as they walked to the truck.

  “It was fun. She didn’t have a whole lot of stuff to move.”

  “Fun?” She shook her head. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?”

  “Honestly? Nothing should surprise you anymore.”

  “That’s what I’ll be thinkin’, then you drag me to Santa Brigida, and I end up in an eight-way.”

  “Okay. That was fuckin’ hot.”

  “Yeah. Surprising but hot.”

  “Where am I going?” Joey asked.

  “I thought you knew.”

  “Oh, shit.” She dug into her pocket for her cell phone.

  “Where the fuck are you two?”

  “Good to talk to you, too, Brenda. Hey, where are we going?”

  “We’re on our way to the Braun place with the first load. Just meet us there.” Click.

  Joey stared at the phone, then shoved it back in her pocket as she turned down a street to take her to Samantha’s new home.

  “We’re going to the Braun place?” Mel asked.

  “Yeah. I guess we missed the first loading.”

  “You almost sound upset.”

  “I promised we’d be there. I fucked up.”

  “We have all day for you to show off your butch self to Ms. Brewer.”

  “That’s not the point.” Joey growled.

  “What the hell is with you when it comes to this woman? You don’t even know her, yet you’re all over the board when it’s time to deal with her.”

  “She’s different.”

  “Why? Because she’s prego?”

  “Whatever.”

  “Don’t tell me you like her?”

  “What? You sound like a middle schooler.”

  “Deny it.”

  “Of course I want to take her to bed. Who wouldn’t?”

  “That’s not it. There’s definitely something different here.”

  With Mel’s words hitting too close for comfort, Joey was relieved when she pulled up in front of the house she’d spent hours at the day before. They walked up the front steps, and she rang the bell that s
ounded all around them.

  Samantha opened the door in a beige tank top and long denim skirt.

  “Sorry we’re late.” Joey’s gaze roamed over the vision in front of her. “We weren’t sure where we were supposed to be. I called Brenda, and she told me to just meet them here. I hope that’s okay.”

  “That’s fine.” She stepped out of the way for them to enter the empty house. “I tried to call you a couple of times yesterday to let you know what the plans were, but I never got a hold of you, obviously.”

  Joey stared, dumbfounded. “That was you with the blocked number?”

  “Oh, I see, you were screening my calls.” Samantha laughed, warming Joey to her core.

  Joey shrugged. “I tend to do that.”

  “No worries. Come on in and have some coffee and pastries. The first load should be here shortly.”

  Joey was amazed at the barren floors and walls. “When did this place get emptied out?”

  “This morning,” Samantha said. “Tiffany Swanson got all her stuff out of here yesterday, and her family had the movers load Mildred’s stuff this morning.”

  “Mildred?” Joey at once felt Samantha the interloper again and didn’t think she had the right to call the community’s founding mother by her first name. “Did you know her?”

  “Of course. She was good friends with my partner’s family. She was actually instrumental in getting us together.”

  Joey’s gut was in knots. She was getting madder by the minute and couldn’t explain why. Suddenly, the pastries that had moments ago looked inviting now tempted her as much as rocks would. She walked through the kitchen and out to the pool area without a word.

  “Well, that’s one way to win her heart. Act like an ass, then storm out without a word.” Mel joined her a few minutes later.

  “Fuck you.”

  “Look, Joey. I get it. You’re sweet on her. But you need to get a grip because you can’t have your moods bouncing all over the place if you plan to make time with her. I may not get your obsession with her, but I still feel obligated to tell you you’re blowing it.”

  “I just don’t like how she acts like she’s one of us. She’s not.”

  “She’s just moving here. We all had to move here at some point. We were all the newbies, but the community embraced us. There’s no reason not to embrace Samantha.”