CHAPTER 3
Her left hand grasped the black lace material of Nora’s teddy where it narrowed over her ass. Giving a jerk from her well-muscled arm, Vic pulled the material up sharply. The result was to bunch the teddy like a thin strap between Nora’s legs and in her ass cleft. Vic jerked up and down as though she was using the material as a saw. Marissa liked it rough and for a moment the features of the woman with her and those of her ex-lover seemed to blend.
Nora’s left shoulder strap had fallen down her arm, exposing the top of her small breast, the nipple just peeking through the lace. Vic jammed her hand inside the teddy, taking the breast in her hand and squeezing it hard. She ground her hips on Nora, as though she was trying to drive her strapon through her jeans and into the other woman.
Vic slowed her assault for a moment, pulling her head back to look. She was hurting Nora, she knew it, taking her anger at Marissa out on her friend. Then she felt Nora’s fingers at the front of her jeans, unsnapping and unzipping them, freeing the straining latex cock. She heard the whispered words from Nora.
“Fuck me, you dyke bitch.”
Vic’s hand dropped from Nora’s breast, to be replaced by her mouth. She sucked the small orb in, then released all but the hard nubbin as her hand settled on the soaked strip the teddy had become. Curly hair and the swelling lips of Nora’s pussy were in view already when Vic seized the material and both her hands jerked. There was a popping noise and the teddy fell free from between Nora’s legs.
Vic grasped Nora’s ass in both hands and lifted her off her toes. Pinning her against the wall, she felt Nora’s legs spread to either side of her body. She jammed her hips forward; one, two, then three times. The head of the cock bumped into Nora’s wet pussy. With a satisfied grunt, Vic dug her fingers in Nora’s ass and pulled down hard. At the same time she thrust upwards with her hips and bit down on the nipple she held in her lips.
Nora somehow muffled a scream as Vic impaled her. Vic shook her head back and forth, pulling the nipple and whipping Nora’s breast back and forth before releasing it. Using her grip on Nora’s ass, she turned, setting the smaller woman on the side edge of the dresser. She pushed her back, scattering the few items on the dresser. She grasped Nora’s ankles in each hand, lifting the smaller woman’s legs into the air and spreading her wide open.
Vic slammed into Nora harder than she had ever used anyone. She pulled her hips back until the head of the dildo was just in and then used the full force of her strong hips to ram into the other woman. Her hands tightened on Nora’s breasts. In the back of her mind, Vic knew she might be bruising Nora, but her rage was in control and she couldn’t stop. Somehow the woman beneath her had become some kind of object. The pain, the loss Vic felt; the emotions she didn’t let herself show, were expressed the only way she knew how, by anger.
Vic gritted her teeth as she pounded into Nora. Each time she bottomed out in the other woman’s vagina, the shaped base of the dildo rocked back into her own wet pussy. It rubbed up and down, the friction stimulating her clit and rousing her to even more frenzied efforts. She leaned forward, bending Nora almost into a “U” and bracing herself on the small breasts before her. As the first spasm ran through her body she gave voice to her feelings as though it was Marissa under her.
“Bitch! Slut! Damn you, damn you for leaving me, you fucking cunt!” She gave one more tremendous thrust, the cock completely engulfed in Nora
and the base crushing her own clit. She gave one more scream and fell on top of the other woman.
Her heart and breathing began to slow to normal. As though a cloud vanished from in front of her eyes, she realized what she was doing and sprang backwards, pulling the dildo out of Nora. She stood and stared down at the woman stretched out on the dresser. She appeared dazed. There were marks on her breasts where Vic had dug her fingers in and, yes, there were going to be bruises at the very least on the inside of Nora’s thighs.
Vic tore her gaze away. She was butch and could even be domme, but she had never treated anyone like this. Roughness was always preceded by discussion and acceptance. She felt her stomach turn over. Nora had offered herself but Vic felt like she had [censored] the other woman. On top of everything else, this was too much. She turned and fell onto the bed. Curling herself in a tight ball, she began to cry.
Cry!
She who hadn’t sobbed since she was 13 and had sworn she never would again. And she couldn’t stop. The tears poured from her.
Then a pair of soft arms wrapped around her. She heard a Southern voice say “Shhhhhhhhhhhh, its alright.” She resisted not at all as those arms pulled her over onto her other side and gentle hands pulled her into a warm embrace. Nora rocked her back and forth, touching her short hair and making wordless soothing noises.
Finally the tears stopped. Nora helped Vic stretch out on the bed. Vic felt her boots being unlaced and taken off. Her jeans followed, along with the strapon harness. Then Nora laid down with her again and pulled the sheet over them both.
Vic slowly relaxed and dozed off and on for about an hour. She heard the shower running and roused herself when she felt the bed give way. Opening her eyes, she saw Nora kneeling on the bed beside her. Her hair was still wet and she was wearing one of Vic’s old t-shirts.
“You look a lot better,” smiled Nora.
Vic stifled an urge to roll away from Nora and hide her face. Instead, she sat up and took the other woman’s hands.
“Nora,” Vic hesitated, unsure of how to say what she felt. “I’m so sorry.” She faltered. That sounded so damn trite. She tried to find other words. “I can’t believe I did what I did.”
“Its okay, Vicky.”
“Its NOT okay. Damn it Nora, I hurt you. I called you names. I used you like, like,” Vic trailed off, completely at a loss.
“Like I was Marissa,” Nora replied. She looked at the shocked expression on Vic’s face. “I knew it was probably going to be rough,” she said thoughtfully, “But I must say that I didn’t expect it to get quite as rough as it did. Still,” she looked at Vic, “It did work.”
“What are you talking about? What worked? The sex?”
“No, you goose,” Nora looked at Vic with an expression that mixed equal parts of affection and exasperation. “The sex was actually my last resort. Not that there weren’t parts of it I really enjoyed,” Nora added as an afterthought. “But the whole purpose of this was to break down that damn wall you hide behind.
Vic stared at Nora like she had lost her mind. The other woman plowed on.
“Its funny about online friends. All you have to go on are their words. there are no facial expressions, no voice inflections, no body language. None of
the clues you use in real life to determine a person’s feelings. At the same time, there’s nothing to distract you from their words. Vicky, you are one tough butch, and you show your feelings about as much as the average Southern redneck I know.” She grinned and then turned serious again.
“When you started seeing Marissa, a side of you that I knew was there burst out. You were open and laughing and so damn excited, and in love. I was happy for you, you’re a sweet person. Yes, you are, don’t look at me like I have two heads. Then I got news of the breakup. Davia told me you acted like it didn’t bother you at all. I got worried because I was sure you were swallowing your emotions up and knowing you, you’d let them eat you alive before you shared them. You were back in your shell and I knew I’d have to do something to break it and let the hurt out.”
“So I broke my number one rule and came up here. And you really scared me. You were so damn quiet and relaxed and well, shit Vicky, butch. So I took a drastic step and put on that teddy. And it worked. You smashed that shell to pieces. I confess, I didn’t expect you to get that carried away. But I’m glad you did because you finally fell over the edge and let your anger and grief out. There’s only one thing…”
“What?” Vic held her breath. Nora’s face had turned grim and Vic thought “Oh GOD, I did something that really injured her.”
“I think you have permanently put your hand prints on my ankles when you tried to split me in half. One more thrust Vicky, and I think you would have had to make a wish.
They both exploded in laughter and hugged each other. When they calmed down, Nora smiled at Vic.
“I have some bumps and bruises but nothing serious. Really. In fact, you were in a world of your own, but I came twice during that little therapy
session.” She giggled. “However I think any curiosity I’ve ever had about being a sub has been answered forever.”
She touched Vic’s face with her fingertips. “Now then, you go to sleep.” “Will you be here when I wake up?” Vic asked curiously.
“Probably not,” Nora replied. “I have to get home and its a long drive. I’ll catch a nap and get on the road.” She leaned over and kissed Vic on the cheek. “Sleep.”
When Vic woke, the sun was brightly shinning. She was alone in the bed. She listened. The apartment was silent. She took a shower and wandered downstairs. There were two items on the kitchen counter, one a piece of paper. She picked them up and read the letter.
“Hey sexy.” It started and Vic smiled as she recalled Nora’s greeting in the chat room. “You’ll be okay Vicky. And yes, you’ll still be Vic, because that’s who you are. Someone will come into your life who will be a keeper. It’s not me, you’ve always known that I have someone in my life. Just this once I stepped away from that person to help a friend. I know that you understand that I will never be back, and when I get home I will throw away your phone number. If we see each other in the chat room, or anywhere else for that matter, we’ll smile and say hello and walk away. You WILL have a good life, Vicky. I promise.”
The letter was simply signed “Nora”.
Vic grinned, her heart lighter. She held up the black lace teddy and laughed.
Apparently Nora had come back to write the P. S., as it showed signs of having been hastily added on. “By the way, here’s a souvenir for you. Kisses.”