“Yeah, that’s what I’m asking you. What do you want?”
“I want to be happy.”
“Everyone wants that.”
“I want to be happy being myself.”
“Again, everyone wants—”
I was done. After everything I’d been through in the last few weeks with Kim and Pete, after a solid week of storytelling, after all the time Gemma and I spent together—and most of the evenings we’d spent together you could make a case were dates—I was done beating around the bush. “I want you, alright? I want you. I’m tired of dancing around it. You’ve been making me tell you all my darkest secrets, parading your perfect body in front of me for a week now, sending me mixed signals, and I can’t take it anymore. I want you.”
I took a breath. There. It was out in the open. After tonight there would be no more guessing. Gemma was either into me or she wasn’t. But I wouldn’t have to wonder which wat she was leaning for much longer.
She smiled at me. “Finally! I was starting to wonder if you would ever come out and say it!”
“You mean you’ve been toying with me all this time?”
“No, not at all. I’ve just been waiting for you to regain your confidence. The same confidence you had when you went up to Kim—in front of her husband, no less—and told her you wanted her. I know those weren’t your exact words, but that’s what you meant, and that’s what she heard. Do you know the size of the fucking lady-balls it took to do that? And you got what you wanted! You had your face buried in a hetero ex-cheerleader’s muff in one day. And when you wanted Peter’s peter, you just brought him back to your place and had your way with him. And you got what you wanted in that frat house years ago. You’re a force of nature, Darcy. Whenever you’ve wanted something, you’ve just gone and gotten it. I’ve given you so many openings, waiting for you to reclaim your mojo and make a move, but you weren’t ready, and I didn’t want to push it on you. I thought clearing out your mental baggage would help you get there.” She grinned. “And it worked. See, I’m so smart!”
I wasn’t sure what to think. She had been walking me through a week of therapy! Maybe it was good for me to get it all out in the open like that. And, from my side, at least, there were no secrets. I’d told her everything there was to know about Darcy Ford, and she hadn’t run away.
She sipped her mojito. “I have a secret to tell you before we go any farther.”
“Well, it’s about time you told me something. I’ve dumped all my dirty laundry on the table. It’s your turn.”
“It’s more of a showing kind of secret.”
This was more intriguing. “Okay, show me.”
She stood up and untied the strings on her shorts. I felt a flutter inside. What could she show me that I hadn’t seen in the mirror in her room?
Gemma hooked her thumbs in the waistband, and her shorts slid down her brown legs, puddling up at her feet. She stood in front of me wearing white, high-cut panties.
With a single red heart in the center.
My mind flashed back to the frat house the morning after my exploits when the woman who first turned me on to the pleasures of the female form had disappeared with my underwear. This underwear.
“Look familiar?”
“You’ve got to be kidding me! It was you this whole time?” I was actually kind of angry.
She shrugged. “Looks that way.”
“You knew this whole time that you were the one who got away? And you didn’t tell me? Why?”
“I knew the minute I saw you in the gym. I’ve never forgotten you. I was curious to find out what that night meant to you. What I meant to you, if anything. Then when we started going through your past, it never seemed like the right moment to tell you. Plus, I was worried that you would get turned off by the truth about why I was there that night.”
“Well, I don’t know the truth about why you were there, do I? Why don’t you enlighten me and see what happens?”
She sighed. “Okay, here goes. Darcy, I was a stripper when we met. Well, a stripper and more, you might say. The frat guys paid me to come to that party. Like, they spent a lot—at least a lot for me back then. When I met you in that basement, at first, it was just part of the job. I was paid to fuck a woman and see where it went from there.
“Yes, I’d been with women before, but it was always part of an act. Gay for pay, that kind of thing. We made buckets of cash at the club with that stuff. But I’d never been with someone who was doing it because she enjoyed it. Your orgasm that night wasn’t fake, and for the first time, neither was mine. You were one hundred percent into it, and you sparked something in me. Afterward—well, I had to leave. I didn’t think you’d like me if you knew who I was. What I was.
“So, I left early, but I wanted something to remember you by.” She snapped the waistband on the panties. “I’ve kept these for a decade. Like you, I’ve worn them a handful of times when I wanted to feel special, but otherwise, they’ve just stared at me from my top drawer, reminding me of a time when I fell for a girl I was hired to fuck.
“So—this is your chance, Darcy. I understand if you’re furious, or hate me for leaving you that morning, or whatever. But before anything happens between us, I had to tell you the truth about who I am. Who I was.”
I stared at her for a second. She was scared. This perfect specimen, this goddess was frightened that I was going to reject her. The angry impulse I had at first faded. “I’ve had this feeling of familiarity from the moment you introduced yourself to me at the gym. I’ve just felt… at ease with you. Now I know why. I’ve carried you in my heart for ten years.”
“Do you still want me?”
I bit my lip. She wasn’t perfect. Like me, she was worried her past would make her unpalatable to someone else. But the reality, the reconciling of who she was with who she is added a dimension to her that only made her more alluring. “More than ever.”
“If I’d told you at the beginning, would you want me like you do right now?”
I thought for a second. “Probably not. I know it’s only been a little more than a week, but I wasn’t ready for you then. Kim’s rejection was too fresh, and it would have been too much to process.”
She smiled, satisfied she’d made the right call. “Did you really start getting waxed because of me?”
I laughed. “Yes. I never considered it until I went down on you. Bald is beautiful! So, you were really a stripper? Like, at a club?”
“Yep. Do you remember Poppa Chubby’s near the interstate?”
“Oh my god, yes! We always used to laugh at that name. You worked there?”
“Six nights a week, off on Sundays, until that night with you.”
“You quit after the night at the frat?”
“Yes. I felt like I’d missed an opportunity to be with you because of that job. That’s why I left town and went to California. I wanted a fresh start, but Cali wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, either.”
“It sounds like there are some stories behind that statement.”
“They rival yours, Darcy. And I’ll tell you all of them. Another time.” She set her glass down and held up her phone, taunting me with the sex tape Kim and Pete had posted. “Right now, there’s this twenty-minute movie I want to watch with you.”
I reached for her phone, trying to snatch it from her hand. “No! Give it here!”
She was too fast for me and scurried down the hall toward her room. I got up in a flash and went after her. Her tank top lay in the hallway. I shed mine and reached back to unhook my bra, letting it pop off and fly to the carpet. I shimmied out of my jeans and panties and pushed her bedroom door open.
She was on the bed, holding her phone, and I could hear Kim’s voice recounting the discovery of the tell-tale heart underwear. “Maybe you should rethink the hearts on your underwear,” Gemma said. “They seem to get you into trouble.”
I slid onto the bed beside her, watching myself on screen going down on Kim. “I don’t need them anymore.�
�� I tugged her—my—panties over her hips and pulled them off. “I found the ones I lost.”
She tossed the phone aside and pulled me to her, grabbing my face and kissing me with a furious passion. “I’ve been going crazy thinking about this,” she said. “It’s taken every fiber of strength to keep my hands off you—and myself—while you’ve been telling me your tales.”
The phone on the bed broadcast the sounds of my moans when Pete entered me from behind. “Well, now, you have me. You can do whatever you want.”
She moaned as I rubbed the mound between her legs, pressing it with my palm, teasing her lips with my fingers.
She reached down and spread her lips apart with her index finger and thumb. Her middle finger pushed on mine, and then they were both inside her. She moaned again. I let her manipulate my hand as I kissed her neck, sucking on her tender skin, working my way down her chest. I took each nipple in my teeth and bit down just enough to elicit a squeal from her, then I dragged my tongue across her ribs, letting my free hand wander to her breasts.
As my head passed over her belly button, I pivoted and swung one leg over her, so now I was straddling her, inverted, kissing her below the waist. If she weren’t waxed clean, I’d be nose-deep in her pubic hair. She withdrew her hand, dragging her fingers over my face. I smelled her musk and felt the familiar quickening surge through me. After what amounted to a week of foreplay, I couldn’t believe I was about to eat her out.
My tongue darted along her slit, lapping up her juices. I knew I was getting just as wet, and when her tongue began probing my pussy, I cried out. She wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me down tight to her mouth. Her fingers were in and out of me, her tongue doing figure eights around my clit, through my labia, and back. We were devouring each other, our mouths hungry and searching, our tongues insistent, our hands and fingers seemingly everywhere.
Over our moans, the video on the phone reached the crescendo where Kim, Pete, and I all came at once, all of us screaming with feral pleasure. Gemma bucked her hips up, and I felt a gush of her juices. I pressed my face tight against her and let her cum in my mouth. She convulsed under me, moaning her pleasure into my pussy, and the vibrations hit me just right. I fell off the wave, squirting her with my cum, my hips matching hers in an epileptic frenzy as we both came, and came again.
I collapsed, my head plopping between her legs, my breasts pressed into her stomach, and hers into mine, my pussy resting against her chin. The video on the phone was at the point where I was being kicked out of Kim’s house. I felt Gemma reach for it, and a second later, the sound was gone.
“Holy shit,” Gemma said and laughed. She was claiming Kim’s catch phrase, and I was okay with that.
“I’ve heard that a lot lately. I must be doing something right.”
She kissed the inside of my right thigh. “Damn right, you are. There’s just one problem.”
I lifted my head. “What’s that?”
“I’m gonna want it again in a few minutes.”
I pushed myself up and flipped, so I lay beside her. Our breasts touched, and I felt a spark run through me. “I don’t think that’s going to be an issue.”
She kissed me again, and we could taste each other’s juices. She threw a leg over me, pulling our hips together, and for the remainder of the night, we were glued to each other, one being, riding wave after wave of pleasure, until we passed out, physically spent, emotionally fulfilled, and happier than either of us had been in a long time.
Darcy and Gemma will return in Candid Camera
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About The Author
HA Blackwood:
Is a project manager by day and author by night
Lives in beautiful northern Colorado
Takes orders from a three-year-old beagle
Can’t wait to release the next book featuring Darcy Ford and Gemma Amante
Can be found on Amazon, Facebook, and Twitter.
Thinks the best way to eat a Kit-Kat is right out of the refrigerator
Is a runner, but could not keep up with either Darcy or Gemma
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