Ryan often felt that she would have liked the chance to try to make a relationship with Ally but she realized that they were too much alike to be able to stand each other for too long. But she had to admit that it was usually Ally who called a halt to their little flings.
They sometimes went to a club or a bar, and one year they went to Gay Pride Weekend together. But they generally just got together for incredibly good sex. Ryan had never met anyone who had her number quite like Ally did. Maybe it was because they had slept together so many times. But there was something about Ally that just drove her wild. She was not really even Ryan's type, physically. She was the only woman that Ryan had ever been with who could pick her up. And she did it a lot, sometimes just to show her who was boss. Ally was just a little bit taller but she was incredibly strong. She competed in body building competitions and usually did pretty well, as long as they were chemically free. Ally was very antagonistic about steroids and she refused to compete if the athletes weren't tested for their use.
Ally was attractive, but in a very androgynous fashion. She wore her dark brown hair very short, about 1 1/2 inches long all over her head. Half the time it stuck straight up like a crew cut, but Ryan loved how the bristly little hairs felt on her naked body. Her eyes were somewhere between blue and gray depending on the light, but there was a fire in them that Ryan was truly drawn to.
Ryan was usually attracted to women who were smaller than she was. Her favorite type was tall, but not as tall as she; about 5'7"or so was perfect. She loved brunettes with relatively long hair and she was a sucker for dark brown eyes. She particularly liked lithe, lean women who were athletic but not very muscular. So it never ceased to amaze her that she found Ally so incredibly attractive.
She stopped at Hamburger Mary's to pick up burgers and malts, Ally's favorite junk food. They both tried to eat healthy most of the time, but when she wasn't getting in shape for a competition Ally was pretty flexible. Since Ryan didn't much care about a little weight fluctuation she could easily be tempted to treat herself to some junk food and she had to admit that hamburgers were one of her favorite indulgences.
As she parked her bike about a block from Ally's building she felt her pulse begin to pick up. She didn't often get nervous when she went on a date, having learned a long time ago that a lot of great looking women were absolute duds when you had to spend an evening with them. But she knew Ally well, and she knew what to expect...as much sex as she could handle. Ryan had always fancied herself as the dominant partner in almost every liaison that she had. She liked; no--she needed--to control the action. But she never got to do that with Ally. Even though she was only 2 years older Ally had always treated Ryan like she was young and inexperienced. She controlled the entire evening, and Ryan had learned that if she wanted to keep their connection going she had to allow her friend to be in charge.
Ryan trotted up the stairs to Ally's third floor unit. She buzzed the door and waited patiently as she could hear her walking around inside. She opened the door with her portable phone in her hand and smiled broadly as she indicated that Ryan should go into the kitchen and get dinner organized.
As she finished putting everything on plates Ally snuck up behind her and enveloped her in a big bear hug. She snuggled her head down against Ryan's neck as she held her tightly around the waist. "I've missed you, Sugar," she whispered in her ear.
Ryan felt a chill start at that lucky ear and travel all the way down to her toes. She giggled a little as Ally's warm breath tickled her ear. She loved the soft southern accent that her friend had not been able to shake even though she had moved to San Francisco from Chapel Hill, North Carolina over 8 years ago. She was ready to be released but Ally held on just a bit longer to let her know she was still on top. Ryan turned in her embrace and lifted her head just an inch to brush her lips against her friend's silky soft mouth.
One of the things that Ryan loved best was the contrast between Ally's external demeanor and appearance and the soft, warm, womanly curves that were usually hidden under her workout clothes. Ally had rather large breasts for her size and a delightful curve to her hips that Ryan loved to run her hands over. Her external toughness just accentuated the hidden treasures that Ryan loved to indulge in. "I've missed you too, Ally," she said sincerely.
"How long has it been?" Ally asked as she stepped out of Ryan's embrace and reached around to pick up a French fry and toss it in her mouth.
"I was thinking about that on the way over," she admitted. "I think it was right after the AIDS ride. I remember that my legs were stiff when I came over and that they stayed that way for another week thanks to you!"
"You know I never guarantee not to bruise the merchandise," she purred as she backed Ryan up against the table. Ryan slid her arms around Ally's neck and allowed herself to be thoroughly kissed. Those big strong hands held her tightly around the waist as Ally worked on her mouth with a methodical intensity. She pulled back slowly and chuckled at bit as Ryan kept her arms twined around her neck, eyes tightly closed. "Aren't you hungry, Sweet Pea?" she asked softly.
Ryan mutely nodded, eyes still closed.
"You look like you're hungry for some love," Ally purred as she bent to lavish another round of heated kisses on Ryan's hungry mouth.
Ryan couldn't stop a low groan from escaping as her mouth was claimed so totally by her friend. She often felt powerless when she was with Ally and she had to admit that she absolutely loved it. There was something reassuring about feeling that someone else was in charge once in a while that really appealed to Ryan. She didn't think she'd like to feel this way all of the time, but it was a welcome change that she had come to rely on and actually yearn for during the past 5 years.
"Come on Sugar Baby," Ally said softly as she pulled away from the embrace. "I need to keep my strength up to handle you all night long." She picked up the plates and carried them into the living room. Ryan handled the malts and a fistful of napkins. They sat in the cozy living room, Ryan on the low futon/couch, Ally on a butterscotch leather club chair. They chatted about Ally's most recent weight lifting competition that had just been held in San Jose. Ryan knew some of the competitors and one or two of the judges and Ally filled her in on who was in really good shape. Ryan reflected that their conversations centered almost entirely on working out, weight training and acquaintances that they had in common. Ally usually asked her a few questions about school, but it was clear that she did so to be polite. They didn't share an interest in hardly anything, Ryan mused. A Wynona Judd CD was playing quietly in the background to highlight one area of disagreement. Ryan liked to listen to World Music, with a particular fondness for Afro-pop or contemporary Irish artists, while Ally never varied from Wynona, Shania, Reba, and Faith. Her apartment was devoid of books, the only reading material being fitness magazines.
Ally came from a big family, but she had left home almost immediately upon graduating from high school. She had been having sex with women since she was 15 but an older brother caught her with another girl when she was a senior and her family made life nearly unbearable for her that last year. After she left North Carolina she maintained a relationship with one of her sisters who had also left home for good, but that was it. She had never been back home and she had no contact whatsoever with her parents. Ryan was not even sure if her parents knew where she lived. She knew that there must be a lot of pain hidden behind her friend's sunny demeanor but they never talked about it. Ally really preferred to only dwell on current issues and Ryan had decided long ago that she needed to honor her need for privacy if she wanted to maintain the relationship. Perhaps because of her family situation Ally also never inquired very deeply into Ryan's home life. She knew that Ryan lived at home, since they could never go there for a date, but she rarely asked after the rest of the O'Flaherty clan. Their relationship almost seemed to exist outside of their normal lives. It was untainted by any of the day to day issues that can cause tension. There was clearly only one focus and both of them seemed to like it t
hat way.
"So tell me what's caused the change to your schedule?" Ally asked as she picked up Ryan's now empty plate and carried it into the kitchen.
"I got a new job," Ryan began as Ally came back into the room and sat down right next to her on the couch. Her friend casually draped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close and Ryan smiled demurely as she automatically snuggled up against Ally's side. "Well, actually a friend got me a new job,” she admitted just to be accurate. Even though they had worked at the same gym for nearly 5 years they didn't see each other often at work. Ryan worked evenings and weekends almost exclusively while Ally had tailored her schedule into a 9-5 job. She didn't work out at Castro, so she spent most of her evenings training at a heavy duty free weight place in the Mission district.
"You're leaving Castro?" she asked in surprise.
"Pretty much," Ryan admitted. "My new place is over in Berkeley. It's really cool, Ally. It's women only and it's filled with people who want to work, not pose." It was a long standing joke between them how few of the people at Castro really seemed to work, especially in the evenings; prime cruising time. "I've got two clients who don't want to move with me, but I think I'm gonna have to let them go. It's just not worth it to pay $250 a month and have to come back over here to make $375. That just knocks my hourly down too low. Would you like to take them?"
"When do you see them?"
"I see Mark on Wednesday at 9 and Sunday at noon, and Vanessa at 4. I think they would actually prefer to come on a weekday though. Mark's a writer so he can make his own schedule, and I think Vanessa is either a sex worker or a dancer. We've never talked about it but she's got a lot more silicone than I think you need for normal purposes," she said with a laugh.
"I'd love another couple of steady clients," Ally said. "Do you want to hand them off or should I call them?"
"My fees are paid up through October so I was planning on finishing out the month with them. Would you be willing to come over on Sunday and meet them?"
"Sure. Why don't you come over tomorrow night and we can have brunch on Sunday morning before we go over?"
Ryan gave her a lopsided grin as she made a small plea for moderation. "That works for me, but you have to promise not to wear me out too badly tonight. I've got a long bike ride scheduled for tomorrow and I can't do it standing up. Plus I need to reserve a little energy if you want me to come back tomorrow night."
"Okay," Ally said softly as she leaned over and started to kiss Ryan's neck. "I'll go easy on you tonight, but tomorrow all bets are off," she said as she nipped her neck rather sharply in anticipation.
Ryan gulped audibly as she considered what she was in for. Ally never hurt her or really tried to dominate her physically. But she seemed to take great pleasure in wringing every bit of desire from Ryan's body. She didn't use any elaborate bondage paraphernalia but she did like to restrain Ryan, usually with her hands or sometimes just with her personality. Ryan knew exactly what it was like to be in Ally's shoes since she behaved just like her when she was with other women. But it was a very big turn on for her to be the object of desire when they were together. When Ally said all bets were off that meant that she would be up all night, giving herself over totally to her friend. Ally could rarely let her off with just one orgasm. And since Ryan was not multi-orgasmic she needed to rest for an hour or so between bouts. So some of their dates turned into very long marathon sessions, with short naps or even a run out to a 24 hour diner for a little sustenance to keep them going.
Ryan leaned her head back as she closed her eyes and gave her friend total access to her sensitive neck. Ally liked for Ryan to look a little butch on the outside, so she had worn a tight black v-necked T-shirt with the short sleeves rolled up a little and carpenter's style canvas jeans. But she also satisfied her friend's desire for sexy underwear. Under her tough girl outfit Ryan wore a nearly transparent black lace bra and some tiny black bikinis. Ally started to work her shirt out of her pants and Ryan reflected that she had never undressed herself when they were together. Ally had a need to control the entire scene; from start to finish, and undressing her partner was a very important part in setting the stage.
After she had pulled Ryan's shirt free she returned to her neck and started kissing down the v of her collar. She didn't like the angle she was working at so she slid her arms behind Ryan's back and knees and effortlessly pulled her onto her lap. Ryan smiled serenely as she felt herself being lifted so easily. She was always the one to cradle a woman in her lap and she loved the role reversal. There was something so freeing to just let herself go and allow Ally to make all the decisions. She briefly wondered if Ally had anyone to switch roles with, but all such thoughts flew from her mind as she felt her shirt being lifted from her body. "Oooh, I love this," Ally's voice burred against her ear as she ran her powerful hands all over Ryan's breasts.
She felt her nipples snap to attention as they were teased through the somewhat rough lace. She hadn't warned Ally to go easy on her breasts and she shivered slightly as she imagined how thoroughly they would be loved. Ally was decidedly a breast woman. It seemed that most of her arousal came from fondling Ryan's breasts and she returned to them again and again as they made love.
Ryan leaned languidly against Ally's neck as she continued to massage her breasts through her bra. A small moan escaped from her lips as she felt those big strong hands grasp and play with her increasingly aroused mounds but she knew that Ally would go at her own pace, no matter how aroused she was. Ally clearly wanted to please Ryan but her own pleasure was the focus of their interactions. She waited until she was ready to move on in their lovemaking, and Ryan knew that she might as well relax and enjoy the ride. Ally was driving and she had no control over the route or the destination.
She slid her hand down to grasp Ally's full breast but she felt her hand being gripped firmly as her friend whispered, "Focus, Sugar. Just feel what I'm doing to you." Ryan submissively complied with her instructions as she wondered whether she would be allowed to touch Ally this time. She was usually allowed to please her friend, but she normally had to wait until Ally had made love to her at least twice. There seemed to be a barrier that they had to cross in order for her to be receptive. Sometimes they would be together for two days with Ryan never being allowed to even kiss her breasts. But Ally clearly did not want to talk about her desires or her needs. Ryan assumed that she had been molested as a child since there were certain ways that she could not tolerate to be touched. There were also certain positions that Ryan had learned never put her in. Ally could not tolerate being on her back with Ryan on top of her. The one time she had tried that she found herself nearly thrown from the bed, so she was careful never to repeat that move. But they sometimes reached a level of intimacy that allowed Ally to shove down her barriers and welcome Ryan's touch without restriction. Ryan clearly loved those times best of all. As much as she loved being touched, touching Ally seemed like a gift. She would focus all of her energies on pleasing her friend and sometimes they would fly into a frenzy of lovemaking that was truly overpowering for both of them. But every time that happened Ally would withdraw the next day and be unavailable for at least 3 or 4 months. Ryan reflected that the last time they had seen each other they had gotten very intimate. Ally was more vulnerable than she could ever remember her being, and had in fact softly wept after Ryan had made love to her. But the experience had obviously been uncomfortable since she had not heard from her friend since June.
It was clear tonight that Ally did not want Ryan's hands to wander into restricted space. She slowly unbuckled Ryan's belt while she kept her gaze locked on her. She pulled it from the loops and quickly wrapped it around Ryan's hands and gripped it tight, completely restricting her ability to move her hands independently. She gently tossed her onto her back and tied the belt over the wooden arm of the sofa, causing Ryan's arms to be fully extended over her head.
Ryan sighed deeply as she felt her hands being removed from her control. She was completely
confident in Ally's concern for her and she knew that she would stop anything she was doing if Ryan asked her to. She didn't restrict Ryan for her own pleasure as much as she did to remind her to relax and give up any desire for control. And Ryan had to admit that it worked perfectly. She opened herself up to Ally's desires and let her friend use her body to bring both of them the pleasure that they sought.
Ally moved down to remove Ryan's big black lineman's boots and her thick white socks. She spent a long time massaging her feet, sending waves of pleasure up and down Ryan's spine. Ryan was so relaxed that her limbs felt heavy and weak. Ally decided to crank her back up a bit so she raised Ryan's foot up and began to sensually suck on her clean pink toes. The feel of that terribly soft warm mouth on her foot brought her right back up to her previous level of arousal. She started to slowly twitch her hips as she waited for her friend to make her next move. She sincerely hoped that it would involve her vulva, but she had a feeling that she was a long way from getting any release. Much to her surprise Ally began to slowly unzip her jeans. She slid her hand in and tickled her mound with just the tips of her fingers. Ryan's hips shot off the sofa and tried to increase the pressure but Ally knew all of her tricks. She lightened up her touch every time Ryan thrust at her until she was touching only her panties.
She leaned over and whispered into Ryan's flushed ear, "Are you ready for me, Sweetness?"
Ryan closed her eyes and ground her hips around in a little circle as she slowly nodded her head.
"Talk to me Sugar. Tell me what you want," she cooed.
Ryan took several deep breaths before she had the ability to express her needs. "I want you to touch me, Ally. I want to feel your hands on me and I want your fingers deep inside of me."
"Mmmm, I want that too, Sugar," she whispered as she captured Ryan's swollen bottom lip and gently sucked it into her mouth. She nibbled on the tender flesh for a moment before she moved on to explore Ryan's mouth with her tongue. After a few achingly long moments she pulled away and gazed into Ryan's desire filled eyes. "I promise you'll get all you can handle, Sweetness. But I don't think you're ready yet," she informed her with a note of regret in her deep voice. "When you're really ready you'll beg for my touch."
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