by Sacchi Green
Gia shook her head.
The valet brought her car around and after tipping him, Gia gave Jaylee the key. “Why don’t you drive, since you know the way.”
They drove in silence until they pulled up ten minutes later into the driveway of a private house.
They got out of the car, and Jaylee rang the bell. Sounds of music, laughter, and conversation emanated from the cracks of the door and the open windows. The door opened and a tall blonde smiled brightly. “Jaylee! You made it. I thought you were . . . occupied.” She looked at Gia.
“Yeah, well, change of plans. This is Gia. Gia, this is Sue.”
“Hi,” Sue said, a wicked grin on her face. Her eyes flicked up and down Gia’s body. Then she opened the door wider. “Come in. Get yourselves a drink at the bar and have a good time.”
Jaylee led them to the bar, saying hello and kissing friends along the way, but not stopping to really talk.
The bar was a large antique hutch in the corner of the room, loaded with bottles of alcohol and a selection of glasses for different drinks. “What’ll you have?” Jaylee asked.
“Whatever you’re having,” Gia replied.
Jaylee selected two martini glasses and picked up a shaker. After filling it with gin, dry vermouth, and cracked ice from an ice bucket, she fitted the top on and shook it vigorously. She removed the cap and poured the contents into the two glasses, and handed one to Gia.
“What, no olives?” Gia said, teasing, as she took hers.
“Why? You want something to eat?”
Gia’s entire throat went dry. She just smiled and sipped her drink. It was so hot in there, and for some reason, it caused big lumps to form in her throat. It seemed improbable, but the next time she looked into her glass, it was empty.
“You wanna dance?” Jaylee asked.
“Sure.” They put down their glasses and found a spot in the large living room, which was difficult, since the house was packed. Couples danced to mellow soul playing from the sound system. The crowd was mostly women, a few men, and even one or two straight couples, all well on their way to inebriation. Some were off to the sides making out, and one lesbian couple was making their way up the stairs.
Gia fell easily into Jaylee’s arms, and Jaylee pulled her close. Just enough to drive her crazy. Gia’s cocktail purse, which hung across her body, was a barrier so she pushed it to the side. The firm, tight muscles of Jaylee’s body felt so good. Gia’s flesh grew hot all over. And then they moved closer so that every curve of Gia’s body fit into a groove of Jaylee’s.
Jaylee pushed just a hair closer, probably not noticeable to anyone else, but for Gia, it was like worlds colliding. Her mouth was close to Gia’s cheek, and Gia could feel her breath getting heavier and harder.
As they swayed, Jaylee ran her lips lightly along Gia’s throat, making her shiver. Her shoulders, breasts, belly, and thighs all trembled with a deliciousness that made her want more.
The feel of Jaylee’s tongue on the hollow of her throat, on her earlobe, and just behind her ear made her want to strip naked and let Jaylee do whatever she wanted. Right there in the living room. She didn’t care.
Soft-looking and flushed red, Jaylee’s lips were like magnets for Gia’s. Gia was glad she’d worn a dress because she was sure that if she’d been wearing pants, a big wet spot would have shown up between her legs.
Their lips met in a hot, deep kiss that melted Gia to the core. Jaylee pulled away and looked up the stairs. She took Gia’s hand and led her up, Gia offering no resistance, her underwear more soaked with each step.
At the top, Jaylee stopped in front of one door and opened it. They both peeked in to find that the bed was currently occupied by the couple she’d seen going up earlier, one’s head buried in the other’s pussy. Another bedroom was occupied as well, but there was one more door.
This room was empty and Jaylee grinned and pulled Gia inside. She shut the door and led Gia to the bed.
Gia didn’t know who took off what or when, but it wasn’t long before they were both naked and writhing against each other. Flames licked Gia’s body with Jaylee’s touch on every part of her, using hands, lips, and tongue.
Then Jaylee reached down the side of the bed and pulled something up.
“Where did that come from?” Gia asked, staring at the dildo in Jaylee’s hand.
“Don’t ask questions,” Jaylee whispered.
Gia didn’t. Her pussy ached, and she was beyond the point of no return, and it didn’t really matter how that dildo came to be there. She also didn’t know where the condom had come from, but Jaylee strapped on the dildo, rolled on the condom, and, with Gia’s encouragement, moved quickly.
“Harder,” Gia rasped. “Harder.”
Jaylee put her weight into each thrust, her pelvis meeting Gia’s in hard collisions, over and over. She pounded for several minutes, and then started to pull out slowly.
“What are you doing? Don’t stop. Please,” Gia croaked.
“Don’t worry,” Jaylee said, playfulness in her voice.
The door creaked open and Gia looked up. A redheaded woman walked in, and Gia thought she was hallucinating. It was the woman she’d outbid at the auction.
What the hell?
Jaylee leaned in close to Gia’s ears. “Dina said she’d donate ten thousand dollars to the LGBT youth organization if we let her watch.”
“What? You planned this? What the fuck?”
“No, I didn’t. Not really. She just hoped things would work out this way.”
“I’m not a freak show.” Gia knew she hadn’t said this with much conviction. She was on fire and needed to be sated.
“The auction was very important to me,” Jaylee said, a sad note to her voice. “I used to be homeless. And Dina wants the money to go to HIV and STD screenings, birth control, stuff like that. It would do so much good.”
Gia looked into her eyes a moment, then gave her consent by pulling Jaylee down on her for another hard, tongue-filled kiss. Jaylee pulled away and gave her a warm, grateful smile. She flashed a look at Dina, who sat in an upholstered chair a few feet away from the bed.
Jaylee moved herself out from between Gia’s legs, and put one hand on her waist and the other on her thigh, nudging her. Gia realized what she wanted and rolled over. With her hands on Gia’s hips, Jaylee pulled her up onto her knees.
The move to this position stoked Gia’s urge, and now she felt like a fucking bomb. She bent her head to the mattress, tilted her ass up, and spread her legs as wide as she could. Her clit throbbed and she ached for Jaylee to fuck her until she exploded.
But Jaylee wasn’t cooperating. Rather than reinserting the dildo, she toyed with her. Literally. She very gently rubbed the tip of the dildo up and down Gia’s pussy, from just above her clit to her ass. Back and forth, up and down, making Gia insane. Whenever Gia pushed back, Jaylee pulled the dildo away, and every time she brought it close, Gia could feel the layer of moisture it pushed against. Rivulets of fluid trickled down her thighs, and she couldn’t suppress the whimper that escaped her mouth. She was dying, and Jaylee was taking way too much pleasure in torturing her.
Just when she thought she was going to have to make herself come, Jaylee put the tip of the dildo to her entrance and nudged, ever so slightly. Gia pushed back, but Jaylee just kept nudging it, just enough to make Gia homicidal.
“Please,” Gia whispered hoarsely.
“I’m sorry. I can’t hear you.” Jaylee leaned over and cocked her head close to Gia’s face, as if to hear her better.
“Please.” Gia’s voice was gurgled and strained. Her labored breathing made it difficult to speak.
“Please what?”
She could hear the smile in Jaylee’s voice. That bitch. Fucking bitch. Just fuck me!
“Please fuck me,” Gia managed to get out. Humiliation be damned. She really needed it now.
“Well, since you asked so nicely . . . ”
Fucking bitch.
After what was an
agonizing, tortuous eternity, Jaylee slipped the dildo into Gia’s pussy, so smoothly. No resistance, no pressure. Gia gasped and tilted her ass up even more. Jaylee pumped slowly at first, but Gia pushed back and forth repeatedly, so Jaylee pumped harder and faster.
Gia swam in waves of pleasure as Jaylee fucked her tirelessly. But after a while, Gia’s back began to twinge. So she pushed herself up onto only her knees, and leaned into Jaylee.
Jaylee welcomed her against her own body with an arm around Gia’s waist. Gia rode the dildo while Jaylee squeezed and fondled her breasts. Feeling Jaylee’s breasts pressed against her back was sublime, and she suddenly wanted to come just so she could throw Jaylee down, rip off the dildo, and suck her pussy.
Then she noticed Dina in the chair. She’d forgotten about her, but now she was hard to miss. Dina had lifted her skirt and had her hand down her underwear. To Gia’s surprise, she was turned on even more.
Hot breath warmed the skin on her neck as Jaylee nibbled on her. Jaylee ran her tongue along Gia’s neck from her collarbone to her ear. Every nerve ending in Gia’s body sparked, electrified, and she shuddered. She reached behind and slipped a finger into the gap between the strap-on belt and Jaylee’s crotch. The wetness she felt there was exquisite.
She pulled her hand away when Jaylee reached in front of her and began massaging her clit with one hand, while squeezing her breast with the other, pinching and pulling the nipple. She bit Gia’s neck and stroked until the pressure in Gia’s pussy became unbearable. Somewhere deep inside her, a volcano erupted, starting as a rumble and increasing in strength, bubbling up, shooting through her, until it exploded. Gia came so hard, she needed Jaylee to hold her up, which she kindly did. Hot lava coated Gia’s thighs and her pussy pulsed around the dildo.
Gia trembled and convulsed for some time, until the volcano was empty. Jaylee’s lips remained on her jaw, an unexpectedly tender gesture.
But what she didn’t expect were the sounds coming from behind her as Jaylee pumped slightly, but obviously in a way that made the dildo rub against her own clit. Gripping Gia’s hips, she came, groaning. This was complemented by the moans of orgasm coming from Dina, her hand moving inside her underwear until she grew calm.
When Jaylee was done, Gia dropped down onto her elbows and slowly pulled forward, allowing the dildo to slide out gradually. When the head slipped out, she gasped and fell onto the bed, Jaylee collapsing beside her.
Gia looked at Dina, who got up, fixed her skirt, and smiled at them before walking out and closing the door quietly.
“I really wanted to make you come,” Gia said, disappointed.
“You did make me come.”
“I mean, I wanted to eat you.”
“You still can.”
“Can you go again?”
“Mm, maybe not tonight. But maybe another night,” Jaylee said, sounding hopeful.
Gia looked at Jaylee, her features flushed and relaxed, and wondered if things would’ve gone this far if she hadn’t been so hormonal. She decided that maybe this was nature’s way of repaying women for all those years of bleeding, pain, and inconvenience—by letting them have a fucking good time when all was said and done.
“Yeah,” Gia said. “Definitely another night.”
Jaylee got up, removed the strap-on, and took it to the bathroom. Gia heard the water running for a moment, then Jaylee came out. Gia didn’t know what she had done with the dildo, but things had apparently been prearranged.
“How about tomorrow?” Jaylee smiled, wicked yet sincere, picking up their conversation.
Gia nodded and smiled, and after they had dressed, she followed Jaylee back to the party, glad she’d put in that bid.
RAINBOW’S END
Emily L. Byrne
Lizzie got off the bus and stared warily down the dark, empty street ahead of her. It figured that someone would stick a queer bookstore called Rainbow’s End at the ass-end of town, out past the one surviving queer bar or anything else that might pull people in. If she squinted, she could see a rainbow flag flapping in the breeze over a storefront about two blocks away. Now she just had to get there.
Right. She took a deep breath. This was part of why she’d moved to the big bad city, after all: the hope of finding other people like her. She could handle dark streets in a scary part of town. Her cold fingers closed around the small bottle of pepper spray in her jacket pocket for reassurance while she told herself it wasn’t that bad, she wasn’t that freaked out.
She looked around at the quiet bar across the street. There was a late-night diner down a few blocks. There were houses and apartment buildings on the side streets. Just like real people lived here. She was just overreacting, letting her small-town background get the best of her. Lizzie’s fingers crossed over the small bottle in her pocket as she took a few steps away from the well-lit bus stop.
A sound behind her made her jump as an androgynous-looking couple crossed the street and stepped onto the corner behind her. Between their battered leather jackets, boots, and buzzed hair, Lizzie recognized her people. At least, she hoped they were her people. They were laughing as they brushed past her to walk toward that tiny rainbow flag in the distance, Doc Martins thudding against the concrete.
Lizzie stared after them, wondering what to do next. They must have seen her black lace skirt and leggings, her witchy jacket, her clunky heels and black-rimmed eyes, and dismissed her as a straight girl. Maybe. Or maybe they hadn’t seen her at all.
Well, they were going to notice her now. Lizzie narrowed her brown eyes, yanked her tattered leather jacket tighter around her ample curves, and took off after them. “Hey! You going to the reading? Can I walk with you?”
They paused and glanced at each other. Then the tall blonde gave her a crooked grin that gave her goose bumps. “Sure. Probably should have asked. Not too many mundane folks up this end of the row after dark unless they live around here. We just got distracted. You a friend of Alyssa’s?”
“Mundane? Like, boring?” Lizzie had to tilt her head back to look either of them in the eye, heels or no heels. She bit back a sigh as they all started walking again and she had to scramble to get caught up. “No, I don’t know Alyssa. I just like her stories and the stuff she posts online. I was really excited to see that she was coming here.” She sounded like a total fan girl, but then that crooked grin was still making the butterflies dance in her stomach.
“Mundane like . . . not like us, whatever we may be or call ourselves,” the shorter, dark-haired one said. “I’m Sam Vargas. This is A.J. Williams. They, them,” they pointed to themselves. “She or her,” Sam added, pointing to A.J.
Lizzie tried not to look startled or freaked out; no one back home ever even asked about stuff like pronouns, just assumed. But when she thought about it, it was kind of cool. Made it easier to understand where people were coming from. “Oh. Cool. I’m Lizzie and I’m she and her, I guess.” Lizzie looked up to realize that the bookstore, all bravely lit up against the night and flying its rainbow flag, was only a few yards ahead of them.
A screeching noise behind them made them all whip around as a carload of guys shot past, screaming, “Dykes! Fags!” One of them threw something and Lizzie instinctively ducked and raced for the nearest shelter. A bottle smashed on the sidewalk near them, showering them with glass and Sam screamed curses after the car, shaking their fists. The bookstore suddenly disgorged a bunch of women and queer folks, several with phones in their hands.
And Lizzie looked up to find out that she had somehow . . . tucked herself into A.J.’s arms. She turned beet-red and stumbled back. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t even realize I was . . . I did . . . ” She trailed off and A.J. reached out and carefully squeezed her shoulder.
“No worries. The fuckers scared me too.”
Then they were surrounded by the crowd and herded into the bookshop. For a couple of minutes, Lizzie was too overwhelmed by all the voices and faces to even look around. “I got the license plate!” someone shouted gleeful
ly.
“Is everyone okay? No cuts or anything?” someone else behind the counter yelled.
“Where are the folks who were outside when those fools drove by?” This from someone at the front of the room.
Sam tugged A.J. and Lizzie forward. “That would be us. I don’t think any of us got cut, just freaked out.” They gave a tense look at Lizzie and A.J. for confirmation, then relaxed a little at their nods.
“Oh man, what a bunch of assholes! I’m Alyssa and I know Sam and A.J., but I haven’t met you before.” Lizzie found her hand being gently shaken by a goth vision: pierced lips, black eyeliner, black lace, platform boots, and the bluest eyes she’d ever seen. From a billion miles away, she heard A.J. tell this gorgeous creature her name.
Then the room spun around and her knees gave out. A.J. caught her before she hit the grimy carpet and half-carried her over to a big overstuffed couch. Someone else handed her a glass of water and steadied it in her trembling hands while she drank. She closed her eyes, leaned back, and took a couple of deep breaths. When she opened them and blinked against the harsh ceiling lights, there was a circle of anxious faces peering down at her.
“I’m okay. I think. Nothing like this has ever—I mean, I . . . ” she trailed off, conscious of Alyssa standing over her and A.J.’s muscular frame just next to her. The butterflies in her stomach were back, this time whirling up to choke her words back. She took another drink from the glass. “Thank you,” she murmured at A.J., embarrassment making her blush even harder.
What was she supposed to do now? Was there some kind of etiquette for getting harassed by asshole guys, then getting rescued by a store full of hot women and other folks? She shivered a little, then took another drink. A.J.’s leg brushed hers and it sent a warm flush through her. It felt like all the adrenaline of the last thirty minutes was starting to settle in her pussy and she squirmed against the couch, trying to ease the growing ache without being too obvious.
Everything around the couch was a whirl of conversations and introductions. A few moments later, she remembered meeting the owners of the store and a bunch of Alyssa’s friends and one of Sam’s partners and after that, she lost track of who was connected to whom. Throughout it all, A.J. stayed put and she found herself nestling closer, letting A.J.’s warmth wash over her.