“You’ve been so gentle with me. The way you touched be down there with your mouth and your fingers and now this . . . But now I don’t want you to just make love to me. I want you to go harder.”
Michelle had a shit-eating grin on her face. “Now that’s my kind of girl!” She wrapped her arms around Alice and stood up, holding the younger girl off the ground. “Wrap your legs around by waist, darlin’, because you are going for a ride.” Alice did as she was asked, and Michelle started pumping her hips with alarming accuracy. She was fucking Alice like a jackhammer, all while standing up.
“Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!” Alice was rapidly losing her ability to speak. She just grunted as her lover pounded away. She loved every stroke, and every slap of denim against her jiggling ass cheeks. Michelle attached a clamp-like grip on once of Alice’s nipples with her lips, furthering the young woman’s pleasure. A strange song she had once heard started playing through Alice’s head. One of the lines went, “I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints.” She thought it was Billy Joel who did that. But she had been crying inside for so long. She felt laughter now. She heard bells chiming and she heard singing. This wasn’t just a better way to be . . . for her it had become the only way to be.
It wasn’t much longer before she felt her muscles trying to clamp down on the invader, but with little success. She felt the pressure and pleasure growing inside her lower body before exploding through her system like a fever. She scrambled to keep her arms around her lover’s neck and shoulders to avert the sensation that she was going to fall off. Poor Michelle was going to have some fingernail marks to explain to her friends. Finally she collapsed against the woman’s powerful chest and placed her head on Michelle’s shoulder.
“I told you I’d make you forget the pain,” said Michelle as she started to put Alice down on the stage.
“Hey,” Alice said weakly, but with a smile. “I still vaguely remember the pain.”
Michelle stood up and gave the young woman a goofy grin. “So are you sayin’ you want some more of this?”
Alice decided to push the envelope a bit. “I reckon so. Unless you’re saying that’s all you’ve got.”
“Girlie, you just made the mistake of a lifetime.” Michelle lifted her up and plunged her back down on the fake cock, eliciting a gasp. “You do NOT challenge my prowess girlie, and you are about to find out why.”
The next half-hour or so was pretty much a blur to the young woman. She was fucked to another four orgasms by the time she realized she couldn’t take it anymore. The pressure of the dong pushed against her mound helped bring Michelle of again as well. By the end, Alice was pretty much a limp fuck-doll for Michelle, but she didn’t regret it. She began to wonder if that was where the term ‘bow-legged’ came from. She was in a state that could best be described as content as Michelle place her ever so gently on the stage, surrounded by the dim candlelight. Michelle sat next to her and helped Alice put her head on one of those muscular legs. She actually dozed off for a little bit with her beautiful amazon stroking her hair.
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Inside the house . . .
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Heather had been sitting at the table for about ten minutes when she realized it was time for her rendezvous with Freddie. Something felt a little off though. She just hoped it didn’t interfere with the sex, particularly since she really couldn’t quite figure out what it was. Suddenly Freddie appeared back at the kitchen door, and she took a seat next to Heather.
“Sorry,” said Heather with a bit of a flush to her face, “I thought I had a few more minutes.”
“Oh you do. I just thought that you might want to talk.”
Heather was confused. “Talk about what?”
“Whatever it is that’s keeping you at the kitchen table drinking straight-black coffee with your mind a million miles away. Listen, if you’re not up to it, I won’t hold you to your promise,” she grinned. “Though the idea of not getting a piece of that perfect ass of yours is a bit upsetting.”
“No that’s not it. I was looking forward to it actually.”
“But . . .?”
“But . . . I don’t know. I just feel kind of overwhelmed. I mean, two days ago I was pissed off that I was driving somewhere I didn’t want to go with people I really didn’t want to be with . . .”
“And now?”
“And now I like it here. I got to go somewhere I WANT to be.”
“And the people you went with?”
“It’s strange. Alice hasn’t quoted the scriptures once today that I’m aware of, or preached about how we’re all this or going to that, which is cool. And Laurie . . .”
“Yes?” encouraged Freddie. She knew that the girl was on the edge of a breakthrough. It was going to be one of those “A-ha!” moments that scientists had so many problems explaining. Laurie had mostly by accident dropped all the clues at Heather’s feet.
Heather sighed. “I feel bad about the way I’ve treated her sometimes. Don’t get me wrong, she’s given me more than excuse to be annoyed, and I do enjoy being a cynical bitch, but she’s never really done anything on purpose to piss me off. At least that I know of. And she’s really trying to do the right thing as far as blowing up my jeep goes.”
“Isn’t she just buying her way out of another problem with her father’s money?”
“Technically it’s actually her money. They had given it to her for a summer vacation in Europe or something like that.”
“Hmm,” said Freddie as if she were thinking out loud. “If she had all that money and her parents pay for everything, what the hell was she doing out here when she could have been traipsing around the French Riviera or visiting the castles of the British Isles?” She took Heather’s hand and looked her straight in the face. “Why would she want to be here with you?”
“With me? You’re not serious are you? Maybe she just wanted the course credit, or maybe her parents wanted her to learn some . . . responsibility or . . .” Heather’s arguments weren’t even convincing herself. There was only one possibility, but it was one she couldn’t quite accept. Yet. “I mean, even if that were the case, which it isn’t, she had plenty of opportunities to say something. I mean for the last year, every time I turned around she was there, so if she had any interests of . . . that . . . sort . . .” Heather realized what she had just said. ‘Every time I turned around.’ It was true. Laurie had seemed to be around every time Heather opened her eyes. She had wanted to be part of a study group with Heather. She had asked her dumb questions to Heather. She could have been out of that tiny little ghost town within hours if she had wanted to. But she had chosen to stay. Heather felt the blood rush out of her brain, and she had to put her head in her hands to keep from keeling over or passing out.
“It’s not possible,” she said as much to herself as to Freddie. “Girls like her don’t . . . they aren’t interested in girls like me. I just doesn’t happen.”
“It doesn’t? Look at the people around you. By your logic, a highly educated and well-respected member of the academic elite doesn’t get involved with a handy-woman and former rodeo clown. She doesn’t get involved with an idealistic but half-cocked protest-junkie. And they certainly wouldn’t all get together and move out to the middle of nowhere to open a theme-based bed and breakfast. But all of that has actually happened. I don’t presume to know the ‘what’ and ‘why’ of her thinking, but that girl hasn’t taken her eyes off of you since you got here. At least not if she could help it.” Freddie grabbed Heather by the hand. “I want to show you something.”
She quietly led Heather to the door of Jane’s study. The door was open a crack and Freddie indicated for Heather to look inside.
Jane was completely nude and lying facedown on an elegant reading couch. And Laurie was nude as well. She was straddling Jane’s back, rubbing the elegant woman’s shoulders and back.
“Dear girl, you really should consider making a career out of this.”
“Thank you,” she responded, blushing slightly.
‘God, she’s beautiful,’ thought Heather.
Laurie spoke again. “But are you sure you don’t want me to . . .”
“No. What happened earlier was for you. While I would love to sample some of your wares again, I would rather you settle some issues in your own mind first.”
“You mean Heather?”
Heather’s heart skipped a beat.
Laurie continued her massage, leaving Jane looking and feeling so relaxed. Heather envied her, as she was feeling anything BUT relaxed. Laurie stopped and sat at the end of the couch, stroking Jane’s hair.
“I don’t know why I even bother thinking about her. Girls like her aren’t interested in girls like me.”
Heather thought that statement sounded awfully familiar.
“What do you mean?” asked Jane.
“She’s wild and she’s smart. She’s probably got all these hard-bodied boys and girls and . . . and mechanics and . . . punkers and . . . other guys . . . you know, everyone! And they want her because of who she is. The last guy who asked me out actually gave me a resume to give to my dad.”
“Please tell me you didn’t . . .”
“Yeah, I did,” Laurie said sheepishly. Jane gave her a disapproving look. “What? He asked REALLY nicely!”