Feeling pushed. New approach needed?

Feeling pushed. New approach needed?

I’ve been trying to chisel away at this story I’ve been working on lately. The “One-Forty-or Less” story. As much as I would like to continue it, I have been feeling increasingly restricted by it. The story needs something new, something different and I can’t quite put my finger on it. Next week’s chapter may take the story in a slightly different direction and I hope that those of you that have been along for the ride so far, will be ok with that. If you’re not, however, I’d like to get that feedback.

 

In the meantime, I’ve also been chipping away at a possible side story just for Iria. I haven’t decided if it’s going to be in the past or in the future, but it won’t be about her directly. Instead, Iria will be a secondary character in someone else’s life story. I’m still playing around with the idea, and maybe it’s a little too much to try to force her into this story, but I kind of like her character and I’d like to see her in different situations.

 

I’d also like to try something different soon. As much as I’ve been purposefully trying to write with an emphasis on character development, it’s become a little too work heavy. What I mean is, it’s like doing homework. It’s hard to keep motivated when that’s all I’m doing. So I think, for a change, I may write a few purely hedonistic pieces just so I can keep that tool sharp. If there’s something that you’d like to see, I welcome the input.

Until next time.

JL

Advertisements

One-Forty or Less – Chapter 15

Chapter 15

 

The next morning Sasha woke up to a crash coming from the kitchen, followed by “Shhhhhhhit.” Apparently Iria was already up. Sasha looked over at her phone to see the time, blinking hard as she tried to focus. “8am? Are you fucking kidding me?” she whispered to herself. She coughed once to ensure her voice was ready then yelled, “Keep it down you fucking robot!”

 

Iria merely chuckled and continued making breakfast. Sasha hated the fact that Iria could bounce back from late nights with little to no repercussions which made it even more fun for Iria. She started purposefully clanging pots and spatulas and anything else that was within reach. Moments later she was rewarded with a groan of annoyance emanating from Sasha’s room.

 

“Gah! So much noise! You’re the clumsiest robot ever! I’m fucking returning you to whatever crazy Hong Kong coin-op vending machine you came from!”

 

Iria pushed Sasha’s door open and peeked through to see the redhead trying to bury her head in her pillow. “That’s racist you ass, and get up. You need to study.”

 

Sasha replied with another groan and through her pillow at the door. It flopped pointlessly between the bed and the door, never reaching its intended target. “While you’re at it, you should hit the gym. What sort of candy ass throw was that?”

 

Another groan. “Fuck….off.”

 

“Coffee is ready. Scrambled eggs and bacon are about 3 minutes away. Get into the shower now or I’ll dump this cup of ice water on your head.”

 

Sasha turned to look at the door and groaned again upon seeing that Iria did indeed have a cup of ice water in her hand. “Fine. I’m up.”

 

“Good. Jonathan already called. He said he’ll be here in an hour.”

 

“Ugh.” Sasha turned to look at her phone again. 8:03am. “This stinks.”

 

“And so do you.”

 

“Hey…”

 

“You smell like…” Iria sniffed the air mockingly, “…like greased up women parts.”

 

“What?”

 

“You stink. Get up. Shower that Jessica residue off you and come get breakfast. Ok slut?”

 

“What!?”

 

Iria giggled and headed back to the kitchen, “You heard me.”

 

Sasha ran her hand through her hair and yawned while stretching her arms out wide then over her head. Her entire body shuddered with the final exhalation and shivers ran through her unexpectedly. She felt calm. Subdued. As if she had just had a spa day at some fancy hotel like the Capri. Unfortunately, however, she did not smell like she had a spa day. Dragging her body out of bed she stumbled naked out her room and into the bathroom to shower.

 

“Hurry up,” Iria shouted from the kitchen, “food is ready and it’s gonna get cold.”

 

Sasha nodded and closed the door to the bathroom.

 

In the kitchen, Iria had filled both her plate and Sasha’s before walking them over to the table. She looked out of the living room window and cast her thoughts away onto Anthony. She missed him already. Waking up alone in her bed was depressing. She actually was looking forward to sleeping with Jessica. Not because of any lingering bisexual urges, but simply because it would be nice to wake up with a warm body in her bed. It was a King sized bed, after all, and while Sasha and she joked about swimming in it, the size of it did make Iria feel a little lonely.

 

Iria took a sip of her coffee and then inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of the liquid. It soothed her, as her thoughts trailed off like morning mist on the lake.

 

She was brought back to reality with the arrival of a damp and towel wrapped Sasha. She leaned over and kissed Iria on the cheek, “Thanks for breakfast hun. Sorry, I threw a pillow at you.”

 

Iria turned and smiled, “It’s ok. It was such a weak throw I wasn’t exactly worried.”

 

“No I suppose not,” she said with a smile. “Well, this isn’t the Hotel Capri, but this breakfast looks delish.”

 

Iria smirked at Sasha and curtseyed.

 

“Speaking of the Hotel Capri, is Anthony in town much longer?” Sasha managed to ask between bites of bacon.

 

“No, I don’t think so. He’s supposed to have one last meeting tonight, and after…” she trailed off.

 

“…he’s going back home to the…” Sasha interjected.

 

“The wife, yes.”

 

In that moment of silence between words lay more thoughts and feelings than either had the stomach to express. Sasha gave a nearly imperceptible nod and took a sip of coffee. Iria did the same in kind. Sasha wanted to reach out and hug her roommate and friend. She wanted to pull her close and let her know she understood and to reassure Iria it would be ok. But Iria was not the type to accept it.

 

After a moment had passed as the two sat in silence Iria said, “It’s a bit of a sham marriage. The only thing keeping them together is inertia at this point.” She took a sip of coffee then shook her head. “I don’t get it, but I guess it’s not my choice now is it.”

 

Sasha nodded thoughtfully, “Does he know how you feel?”

 

“Feel about what?”

 

“You know.” Sasha took a gulp of coffee which was now cool enough that it could be done safely.

 

“About his marriage?”

 

“Sure.”

 

“He’s the one that said it’s like that. I mean, I guess I shouldn’t really care right. But–”

 

“–you do anyways.”

 

“Yeah.” Iria took a big breath and let it out slowly. “He’s a great guy you know?”

 

Sasha nodded.

 

“I don’t mean just because he’s a great lay. He really is a great guy.”

 

Sasha nodded again.

 

Iria frowned a bit, then turned again to look at Sasha directly. “And what about you?”

 

“Me?”

 

“Yes. How do you feel about last night, now that you’ve had some time to sleep on it.”

 

“I–I really don’t know.” Sasha pushed the remaining eggs around on her plate absentmindedly, “I mean–it…ugh. It felt good you know?”

 

“Uh huh.”

 

“But…I don’t know if I could be just…doing that all the time. You know?”

 

“Uh huh.”

 

“Jessica’s great, don’t get me wrong, it’s just….I don’t see myself as being in a relationship with her. You know?”

 

“Uh huh.”

 

“Like, friends maybe. But…girlfriends? Not like the way she wants.”

 

“I feel bad for Jacob,” Iria admitted.

 

“I know right?” Sasha scrunched up her face, “That’s gotta suck for him. Going from thinking you’re going to be with this girl forever, to her breaking up with you because she’s now into chicks. Like, that’s gotta mess with you a little don’t you think?”

 

“Probably.” Iria snorted, “He’s going to probably go into overdrive trying to prove his masculinity is intact.” She bit her lip a little and thought about her dream from the other night. “He’d be fun right now I think.”

 

“Fun?”

 

“Yeah, fun.”

 

“How so?”

 

Iria looked at Sasha like she was an idiot child, “Well he’s not bad looking is he? So, imagine that on top of you, trying to prove to you how much of a man he is. Going all alpha on you. Straight up rage fuck.” She sighed and bit her lip again, “Fucking epic.”

 

“Good lord.” Sasha rolled her eyes, but in a part of her brain, she would never admit existed she agreed completely with Iria. “Rage fuck.” she thought. “The complete antithesis of last night. Fucking epic indeed.”

 

Iria, as if sensing Sasha’s thoughts, snickered “You like it down in the gutter with me don’t you.”

 

Sasha smirked and started to turn red. Her pale skin once again betraying her. “Maybe.” she mused, “Sometimes.”

 

“Oh if you only knew the thoughts that go through my head sometimes roomy.” Iria giggled. She downed the last of her coffee and abruptly stood up. “Ok, gab fest over. Hit the books. Jonathan should be here in a little bit and you need to get dressed.”

 

“Meh.” Sasha snorted, “He’s already seen me naked.”

 

Iria turned to her roommate with eyes as wide as physically possible with her Asian features, “Whaaaaat? When? How? What? and….what!?”

 

“Sorry, I’d love to tell you but, gab fest is over.” Sasha stood up and passed Iria on the way to the kitchen, “Gotta hit the books now.” she stated dryly before sauntering down the hallway with a gigantic grin on her face.

 

“You owe me a story later!” Iria bellowed from the kitchen.

 

“We’ll see,” Sasha yelled back and closed her bedroom door with a laugh.

 

Sasha flopped onto her bed and laid there for a moment with her phone open. The cursor blinked next to a gray word, “Status?” She rolled over on the bed, opened her curtains to get a better light, puckered her lips and snapped a photo. She was still only wearing a towel and barely at that. The morning light washed out a lot of the detail but there was enough to be provocative. She tagged the photo and keyed in, “What a night! Well, time to hit the books! #yolo #notfun” After briefly looking at the photo one more time to make sure it was just barely a PG-13 picture she hit submit and it was off into the ether of the internet.

 

Half an hour later there was a knock at the front door. Jonathan had arrived. Sasha picked herself up from the bed and went to the door to let him in.

 

“Good morning.” he said politely, only briefly looking into her eyes before staring at the floor.

 

“Good morning Jonathan.” Sasha replied, “Please come in.”

 

“Is that Jonathan?” came a shout from Iria’s room.

 

“Yes.”

 

Her door opened and Iria walked briskly down the hall to greet him. “Nice to see you again Jonathan.”

 

He smiled and nodded, “Thanks.”

 

Iria looked over at Sasha and then to Jonathan, “So I hear from Sasha that you saw her naked the other day.” she grinned maliciously at Sasha who was staring daggers back at her.

 

“Iria!”

 

“Oh yes. We had a shower together,” Jonathan said.

 

“I had a shower Jonathan, you just….joined in.”

 

He looked at her puzzled. “I thought you said we weren’t supposed to tell anyone.”

 

“I…uh…”

 

“Yet you told Iria? I’m confused.”

 

“It slipped out.”

 

“I see.” he looked over at Iria and back to Sasha, “So I can tell people too then?”

 

Sasha looked mortified, “No! Please don’t.”

 

“Why?”

 

“I trust Iria,” Sasha said, which was mostly true.

 

“She didn’t tell me everything, though,” Iria chimed in.

 

“Oh well Sasha was in the shower, and I had been thinking about how she had been acting and I calculated that…”

 

“Ok enough! You’re here to help me study, come on.” she grabbed Jonathan’s hand and towed him into the other room roughly. Jonathan followed, looking back at Iria like a puppy who’s been scolded.

 

“Ok, you can tell me later then.”

 

“Sure thing,” Jonathan replied before being pulled into Sasha’s room. The door slammed shut and Iria turned on her heel to go get her own books, smirking as she did. As she reached her room her phone chirped with the arrival of a text message. It was Anthony.

 

“I miss you.”
Iria stared at the message for a long time. Before finally replying, “I miss you too.”

One-Forty or Less – Chapter 14

Chapter 14

“I should ask you the same question, Jessica.” Jacob blurted. He pushed the door open further and walked into the apartment like a police detective searching for clues. He looked around, expecting to see someone else but saw no one. Jessica stood silent for a moment, open-mouthed and shaking her head at her ex-boyfriend’s steely determination. After looking into the living room, then down the hall and back to the kitchen, Jacob turned to Jessica and demanded, “So where is he hey?” he asked, bluntly.

“He who?” Jessica responded the venom in her words palpable.

“He who? You know who. Your new boyfriend that you latched onto as soon as you got rid of me.”

“There is no other man Jacob”

Iria, having heard the commotion shuffled back down the hallway. She brushed her hair out of her eyes and fixed her gaze at the man standing in her entryway. Despite his obvious good looks, Iria was not at all happy to see him. “Excuse me, but who are you?”

Jacob turned, surprised by the feminine voice, “I-uh” He turned back to Jessica for support but there was none to be found. “I-uh,”

As Iria stared right through him, on the other side of the hallway Sasha had come to see as well.

Jacob looked from woman to woman, and seeing nothing but angered faces he put his hands up defensively, “I-uh, sorry. I-uh, I’m Jessica’s, well I was Jessica’s,” He stopped for a moment, cleared his throat and licked his lips nervously, “I’m Jacob, and I think I’ve made a mistake here.”

“You sure did.” Jessica sneered.

Iria held up her hand to Jessica and stepped between the former couple. “Hi, I’m Iria, and this is Sasha. Since this is our apartment you’re in right now, would you care to explain why you’re here?”

Jacob, grateful for the reprieve softened a little, “Jessica’s mother was worried about her.”

Jessica groaned audibly and Jacob nodded.

“So she called me and asked me to bring her home.” He looked over at Jessica, the anger and resentment being held back but clearly bubbling at the surface, “She was, or is, unaware that Jessica broke up with me months ago. So imagine my surprise when I got the call.”

The eyes in the room turned to Jessica. She cowered slightly but retorted, “Well I–I haven’t got the chance to tell her—yet.”

Jacob rolled his eyes and was about to admonish her for being childish when his brain suddenly reported back to him that he was indeed standing in a room of women. There were no men to be seen, and the realization of what that meant suddenly dawned on him. He looked over at Iria, then back to Sasha, then to Jessica finally. “Tell her what exactly.”

“That we were broken up.”

“Why is that so hard?”

“Because–” she stammered in a half whisper, “because she’ll ask–why.”

Tears were beginning to form in Jessica’s eyes and as the glistened over Jacob covered his face, rubbed his temples and muttered, “Fuck.” It was in this moment that he realized she wasn’t just making up a story to break up with him.

“Yeah, fuck.” Jessica echoed.

Sasha and Iria looked at each other not sure what to do now. Sasha shrugged, and Iria realized it was up to her to take charge.

“Look you two, clearly you have a lot to talk about and this isn’t the time nor the place for it.” She looked at them both, eye to eye and each nodded in turn. “Ok, so here’s what I suggest. Jacob, now that you’re clear on what’s going on do you think you can be a gentleman and take Jessica home to her mother?”

Jacob nodded.

“Jessica, do you think it’ll be ok for Jacob to drive you home, or are you not comfortable with that.”

Jessica looked at Iria with her brow furrowed in irritation, “No I’m fine with Jacob driving me. He’s a great guy you know, despite the first impression you guys got here.”

“Right, so that’s settled then. Jessica, you go with Jacob and Jacob you take her home. It’ll give you a little time to chat before you see your mother. Maybe, get your stories straight before then. Agreed?”

The two ex’s nodded in agreement. “Thanks for the tea Iria. And–” she turned to Sasha, “thanks for–”

“–no problem” Sasha smiled awkwardly as Jacob looked on. Sasha felt sorry for him. He went from boyfriend to ex, to friend in such a short period of time she could tell he was having trouble processing it. “Take care of her will you Jacob? She’s a great gal.” It sounded corny but Jessica couldn’t think of anything else better to say at the moment.

“I will. Goodnight.” He opened the door and waited for Jessica to pass before closing it behind him.

“Well now, that was an interesting night wasn’t it?” Iria sniggered to herself.

Sasha nodded, “Why do I feel like my life just got a whole lot more complicated?”

“Because you’re actually living it now hun, not just passing through it.”

“You’re a bad influence Iria. You know that right?”

“Of course, but you love me for it.”

The two roommates hugged and Sasha kissed Iria on the cheek. “Thanks, Iria.”

“Goodnight.”

“Night.”

As Sasha walked down the hallway to her room she realized just how exhausted she was. She turned into her bedroom, flopped onto her bed, shuffled under the duvet and was asleep in minutes.

Iria, on the other hand, was lying awake and texting Anthony some of the juicy details. After they said their goodnights she made one last status update, “Best….night….ever.” No picture and no details were included out of respect for Sasha’s wishes. She fell asleep to the thought of her fiery redheaded roommate entwined with Jessica while Jacob and she looked on from the shadows. She giggled to herself and let the vision take her into unconsciousness.

One-Forty or Less – Chapter 13

Chapter 13

“Jesus! Is that the time?” Sasha exclaimed noticing the clock on Iria’s phone. It was staring back at her ominously proclaiming in brutal honesty that it was indeed 2:45am. Sasha looked up at Iria and only got a blank stare in return.

“It would seem so. Why are you looking at me like that?” Iria asked defensively.

“Because you know I have an exam I have to study for–”

“–and you also know that you know you have an exam to study for.” Iria pointed out.

“Yeah but–”

“No one forced you to stay up this late.”

“I kind of did.” Jessica chimed in, raising her hand timidly. The other two girls chuckled and Jessica watched as Sasha stood quickly. “So, now what?” there was the same air of trepidation that had consumed her during their initial meeting. Jessica very much wanted to stay with Sasha but knew in the back of her mind the answer would likely be not one she wanted to hear. This awkwardness was made worse by Iria who was watching the exchange like a tennis fan expecting a grand slam spike at any moment.

“Hmmm.” Sasha muttered, looking at Iria for assistance. It was clear that Jessica wanted to stay, but Sasha just didn’t quite feel comfortable enough to have her sleep in her bed. “I suppose we could–”

“–you can sleep in my room.” Iria interrupted before Sasha could finish her thought.

Jessica turned from the redhead to the petite asian in the room. “Oh?” she asked, slightly shocked at the offer.

“Yeah.” Iria explained roughly, “I’ve got a king sized bed and as you can tell, I don’t use very much of it when I’m by myself.” Iria held out her arms and looked down at her small frame.

Jessica was taken with the image of Iria being swallowed up by her bed in a storm of covers and scented pillows. “If that’s ok with you?” she asked Sasha, suddenly not sure why she was asking her permission.

“Sure. If you’d like. I’ve got a tiny bed–”

“–I remember.” Jessica snickered and Sasha rolled her eyes jokingly.

“–Annnnnd; I have to be up in a few hours when Jonathan comes over to help me study.” Sasha explained. The strange thing was she now felt irritated that this was the situation. The moment Iria offered her bed to Jessica, Sasha caught herself feeling let down as pangs of jealousy crept through her mind. The feelings of awkwardness had been pushed away by the sudden removal of attention.

“No I understand.” Jessica held up her hand to stop Sasha as she stood up beside the smaller redhead. “Thanks for an interesting night.” she said with a smile before leaning over and hugging Sasha softly. Jessica did her best to mask the attraction she felt for Sasha but the smell of Sasha’s hair, and the feeling of the redhead’s arms around the her body sent mini bolts of electricity throughout her. It made her stomach turn again and her heart flutter like some cartoonish cupid was riddling her body with arrows. She leant in and kissed Sasha on the cheek. “Goodnight Sasha.” she said softly looking deeply into her eyes as if searching for a different answer than she had already received.

“Goodnight Jessica. Sweet dreams.” Sasha felt herself being torn in two. She simultaneously wanted and didn’t want Jessica. Not in the way that you might want a piece of cake but know it’s bad for you. It was far more complicated than that. She felt herself torn between being enamored by Jessica’s affection while being repulsed by it. Sasha couldn’t figure out what was causing such a schism inside of her. “Goodnight roomy.” she turned to Iria and Iria nodded back.

“Night.” she responded in kind. Iria was still sitting and had been watching the exchange with much interest. She couldn’t help but find it fascinating. She watched as Sasha turned and walked away, and much like a dismissed pet might, she took five steps and looked back to see if she was still being watched. It was endearing. Iria saw herself in Sasha. She was a younger Iria; a less confident, less self aware girl with so much potential and so much ahead of her. Iria sighed softly to herself. As much as Sasha was still clearly repressing her own desires for the sake of what was considered socially acceptable, she had come so far.

Iria smirked to herself. Without her soft handed guidance there was no way this night would have happened for Sasha. Now her roommate, challenged with new sensations and new situations would have the opportunity to grow. Iria treated it like a physical trainer might treat a particular muscle group. If you want self confidence to grow, you need to place yourself in a situation that strains your confidence. If you come through it successfully, you’ll end up with a stronger sense of self. It was a technique she had perfected in her own life and now, despite Sasha being completely unaware of it, Iria was using the same strategy on Sasha. She smirked again and thumbed through her phone. A new message had just popped up from Mr. Baritone. Iria shook her head and laughed quietly to herself as she began to key in a quick response.  

Sasha left the living room and passed by the kitchen on her way down the hall towards her room. As she passed the front door she could hear a low hum unaccounted for in the normal background noise of the apartment. Sasha stopped in her tracks and listened intently. A moment later the hum came again. “No, it wasn’t a hum.” she thought to herself, “It’s a buzz. A vibration. A phone.” Sasha looked down and saw Jessica’s bag. Picking it up she turned to the brunette, “Jessica? I think your phone is ringing.”

Jessica who had only just sat down again shot up suddenly and nearly sprinted across the room to reach her bag. She quickly rifled through it to find her phone. “Oh shit! Oh shit shit SHIT.” She looked up with Sasha and as the two women locked eyes the realization crept in mightily.

“You forgot to call your mom.” Sasha blurted. She looked down at Jessica’s phone and back up at the brunette.

“Fuck me.” she mumbled, keying through the phone’s recent call list. Her mom was listed 7 or 8 times, but the number at the top of the list; the number that had just called her and had called her three times before that. “Jacob.” she said softly.

“Jacob?” Sasha exclaimed. “Your ex?” Jessica nodded. “Are you going to call him back?”

Jessica shrugged and made a face, “I–I don’t know.” She stabbed away at the keys and brought the phone up to her ear.

Sasha looked on in curiosity.

“Mom?” Jessica said softly, “Mom? I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry. I–” she stopped briefly as mumbled wailings from the other end of the phone percolated through the device. “–I know. I meant to but–” She paused again this time scrunching her face up. “Well you didn’t need to call Jacob mom.” Jessica sighed and rolled her eyes in Sasha’s direction. “Well I know–I know you were scared and all but you still shouldn’t have called him mom.” Jessica’s shoulders slumped and it was clear to Sasha she was beginning to get annoyed at her well meaning but clearly uninformed mother. “Because we’re not together anymore mom ok? That’s why. That’s why you shouldn’t have called him–” She sighed again, “I know you didn’t know–it’s not your fault–it’s just. Well I’m safe ok, so you don’t have to worry anymore ok?” Jessica looked up at Sasha, then back at the floor. “Don’t worry mom, I’m with friends and everything is ok. I’m going to stay the night with them.” She furrowed her brow and continued, “No—no there’s no boys here. I’ll be safe mom.” Jessica sighed again as it was clear her mom was now giving her a lecture after the fact. “Look it’s just a couple of girlfriends. No boys. No drugs ok? No one’s going to gang rape me like on that Date Line you watched.” She rolled her eyes at Sasha again and held up her hand.

Sasha smirked a little. It was clear that Jessica’s mom was a little out of the loop with her daughter. She didn’t know that Jessica and Jacob were broken up, and she definitely didn’t know that her daughter prefered the intimate company of women. If she did, perhaps her reaction would have been different upon finding out Jessica was staying with a bunch of girls. Sasha sniggered to herself and mouthed the words “Good night” to Jessica before turning to walk back to her room.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Also walking down a hallway at this very time was Jacob. He had located the building in question and gained access to it by pretending to be someone that forgot his keys. Remarkable how easily security is breached when people are involved.

He had made his way down each floor’s hallway calling Jessica’s phone as he went. He was listening for her ringtone as he walked by each door. On the first three floors Jessica’s phone toggled over to voicemail after four rings, but this changed when he reached the fourth floor. On the fourth floor, the phone went directly to voicemail. This could really mean only one thing, she was on the phone with someone else right now. Quickly Jacob called Jessica’s mother back and just as he suspected, he received a busy signal in return. Mrs. Anastas’ line was occupied. With a speedier pace he jaunted down the fourth and final hallway, this time not listening for Jessica’s ringtone. Instead he was listening for Jessica herself. About midway down the hallway he could easily detect the tone of her voice.

“Remarkable how that is,” he thought to himself. Without being able to understand what she was saying, and only by hearing the faintest wisp of her voice he knew in an instant it was Jessica. “How it is when you’re in love.” Jacob supposed. You become acutely aware of your partner and their unique fingerprint in the world. Jacob gritted his teeth and head towards the doorway from which her voice was clearly emanating. After taking a few long angry breaths he closed his eyes and knocked on the door.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

“Holy fuck!” Jessica exclaimed, startled by the sudden rapping coming from the door. She looked over at Sasha who by now was nearly at the end of the hall and no longer listening to what was happening behind her. Jessica whirled around to look for Iria but she was no longer on the chair in the living room. Unbeknownst to Jessica, Iria had wandered off into her bedroom to prepare it for a visitor. Jessica stared at the doorknob, then the peephole, unsure what to do. In that moment of confusion she heard once more the voice of her mother. Jessica looked down at her phone and quickly brought it up to her ear. “Sorry mom, gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow kay?” before abruptly hanging up.

Again there was a knock on the door and Jessica stood, frozen in place. Not thinking through her next actions she slowly reached for the doorknob, softly turned it, and pulled the door inwards to reveal. “Jacob? What are you doing here?”

One-Forty or Less – Chapter 12

Chapter 12

“I don’t know.” came a voice soaked in worry, “She’s never out this late except when she’s with you.”

Jacob furrowed his brow and looked at his phone. Jessica’s mom was on the other end of the line flustered and scared. “Well Mrs. Anastas,” he answered as politely as possible, “she’s not with me.” He gritted his teeth at the unintentional double meaning of his response. Clearly Jessica had neglected to tell her mom they had broken up three months ago. “She’s probably out with a friend.” he offered, the sentence filled with icy spite.

“A friend” he thought. “Probably another guy already.” He clenched his fists, took a big breath and pulled himself out of bed. He looked over at the clock radio on his bedside table as it shouted back at him with angry red numbers. “Two in the fucking morning.” he thought to himself, shaking his head. Jacob had not taken the break up well, which is not that surprising. Breakups are never easy. Neither for the one doing the breaking nor for the one getting broken. But with Jacob the situation was compounded. He was convinced that Jessica was the woman he would spend the rest of his life with but she didn’t feel the same. Her explanation was even more ludicrous. There was no way Jessica could be a lesbian. No way. Jacob would have noticed. He would  have known. At least he had convinced himself of this.

“What friend?” Mrs. Anastas asked nervously. “Oh Jacob can you call her and tell her to come home already? It’s too late for any respectable woman to be out.” Mrs. Anastas wrung her hands together and looked over at a picture of Jessica and her late father.

“I don’t know if that would work.” Jacob answered candidly.

“Oh could you please?” Jessica’s mom pleaded, “I can’t….I can’t call her. If I call her she’s going to get upset that I’m being nosey.” She sighed, “We—had an argument the other night. I just—I don’t think she’d listen to me. I think she’s staying out to punish me.” She shut her eyes tight and begged god for that not to be true.

“Ok Mrs. Anastas,” Jacob relented, “I’ll call her. Don’t worry. She’ll be fine. Ok?”

“Ok.” she said thankfully,”I’m glad she has you in her life Jacob. You’re a great boyfriend. You remind me of my husband.” Jessica’s mom smiled and placed the photo back on the dresser where it rested. Her handsome husband and beautiful daughter smiling back at her.

Jacob cringed at the compliment but did not correct her. “Thanks Mrs. Anastas.” he replied. “I’ll call Jessica now. Talk to you later.”

“Ok Jacob. Thanks.” she placed the phone back on the receiver and sat back down on her bed, staring off into the distance.

Jacob pulled on a pair of jeans and swung a t-shirt over his head before retrieving his phone and sliding it into his pocket. He looked back at the clock once more and it clicked over to 2:16AM. “Fuck.” he muttered under his breath and walked out the door.

—————————————————————————————————-

“Ok, so now that we’ve got that out of the way.” Iria said returning to the living room. “How was it?” she asked bluntly.

Sasha immediately blushed and turned away shyly. Iria and her had numerous sex talks, but this was different. She was asking about something devient. Something out of the normal. She wasn’t asking about a recent fling’s cock size, or how good he was with his tongue. Iria was asking her about how another woman was. Sasha cringed and looked back at Iria finally, still without uttering a word.

Jessica, for all her earlier aggressiveness was playing it just as coy. “What—What do you mean?” she asked, as if somehow asking questions about Iria’s question would make the line of inquiry die in it’s tracks.

Iria rolled her eyes. “Look you ‘tards. I don’t give a fuck who you fuck or what you do. It doesn’t matter to me in the least. If you want to go all lez right now and asked me to hold the camera, I’d be right as rain doing so. Hell I might even encourage it.” she raised an eyebrow at the two women before letting out a surprisingly girlish laugh. “I’m just curious.”

Jessica looked at Sasha, then back to Iria, before looking back at Sasha once more. Sasha shrugged so Jessica replied cautiously, “Well, I don’t really have that much experience to compare it to.”

Iria looked over with interest and plopped her petite frame down on the chair across from Jessica noticing for the first time the imprint of her hand on Jessica’s right cheek. “Oh? What about you, Sasha?” she turned to the redhead who instantly became the shade of a nicely ripened roma tomato.

“Uhh,” she muttered.

“Oh fuck off Sasha. Now you’re bashful?” Iria rolled her eyes. “After all we’ve talked about?” Iria shook her head in disgust and turned back to Jessica. “So what do you mean you don’t have that much experience.”

Sasha slumped her shoulders and looked down to the floor. As much as she didn’t want to answer Iria’s questions she honestly felt like she was letting her friend down. “How does she do this to me every time?” Sasha thought to herself, and looked over to Jessica waiting for her response.

“Well—Sasha. She was my first—” Jessica mumbled bashfully.

“Your first?” Iria exclaimed with surprise. “Shit girl. Congrats on popping your cherry then.” Iria raised her hand up and Jessica laughed nervously as she slapped the enthusiastic woman’s hand in an odd locker room style high five.

“S–she’s my first too.” Sasha finally piped up, hoping to gain some acceptance and enthusiasm from Iria.

“No shit.” she responded, “As if I didn’t know that already.” Iria chuckled. Sasha smiled bashfully and waited expectantly but received no high five. “You’re wanting a high five too aren’t you?”

“No.” Sasha protested, lying through her teeth quite obviously.

“Uh huh.” Iria responded sarcastically before continuing. “You’re not going to get a high five, and I’m going to tell you why.” She looked over at Jessica and then back towards the redhead. “You don’t deserve it.”

The two women looked at each other, then back at Iria, both curious as to her reasoning. “Why?” Sasha asked, surprisingly irritated.

“Because she did all the work here.” Iria explained. “She put herself out there. She met you, she came home with you, and I’ll bet you two months rent that she’s the one that talked you into the bedroom.”

Sasha furrowed her brow but didn’t refute any of her roommate’s claims. “But why–”

“Why does that mean she gets a high five and you don’t?” Iria interrupted, “”Because she risked everything and you risked nothing. At any point she could have been shot down and have to endure the emotional punch to the cunt that would have been.” Iria finished, ever so eloquent.

“But–she. She lied!” Sasha retorted finally.

“And?”

“Well–I don’t know. Doesn’t that count for something that I didn’t tell her to fuck off?” Sasha explained. Jessica remained silent, watching the two roommate’s exchange points like the monitor of a presidential debate.

“It’s in your nature.” Iria explained. “It’s easier for you to accept that she lied and continue to talk to her because that’s just what civil understanding perfectly normal people do. So if you want points for that you’re not going to get any. You don’t get credit for acting like a normal human being. It didn’t cost you anything, and you didn’t risk anything at all.”

Sasha opened her mouth and then shut it again. Iria’s argument was irritatingly valid.

She continued, “When she agreed to meet you, she knew immediately the moment you saw her that there was the chance that she would be humiliated. That takes big fucking balls. For that alone she should get a high five regardless of the lie.”

Sasha looked over at Jessica, who now had raised her hand up again, but this time to wipe a small tear from eye.

Iria kept going though. “You invited her back to our place, but you only did so because you thought I was staying with Anthony tonight.” Iria continued, finally revealing the proper name of Mr. Baritone. “You thought you’d be alone. Away from prying eyes. So once more you risked nothing.” Iria gestured over to Jessica, “She came anyway, knowing that she was going to throw herself at you before the end of the night.”

Jessica snorted a laugh and nodded. “Yep. That pretty much sums it up.” she chuckled.

Sasha turned to the brunette, “Seriously?” she wasn’t sure if she was upset or impressed.

“Oh hell ya.” Jessica blurted back, “I was staring at your ass all the way up the stairs. I was aching to see it—” she paused briefly considering editing her thoughts, but relented, “–to see it naked and bouncing on my tongue.” she laughed with a mixture of adrenaline and nerves again shaking her head at her own bluntness.

Iria chuckled and took the conversation over once more, “See what I mean?” she asked Sasha who reluctantly nodded. “She came over knowing she was likely going to get rejected, but she did so anyways. It’s so much easier to say ‘No’ than it is to offer yourself up as a lamb for the slaughter.”

Sasha nodded again, “Ok ok. I concede, I’m not worthy of a high five. You’ve made your point.”

Iria winked, “And that’s why I’m in Law.”

Sasha rolled her eyes but laughed with the two women all the same.

In the front hall, muffled by the purse it was contained within, Jessica’s phone vibrated.

—————————————————————————————————-

Jacob looked at his phone as Jessica’s voice, sweet as ever answered robotically. “This is Jessica. I can’t get to the phone right now. Please leave a message at the beep.”

Jacob hung up and frowned. He was in that no-man’s land between anger and fear. The point at which you can’t be sure that the person you’re worrying about is safe or not. Jacob sighed and chose to be angered instead of afraid, it was the more useful of the two emotions anyways. He turned the key and started his car, a meticulously detailed 1976 Pontiac Firebird. Jacob’s father had given it to him when he went off to college. At that time it was old, in disrepair, and lacked the virile machismo that it had exuded earlier in it’s life as part of the mystique of the Smokey and the Bandit franchise. It was only in the last few months, after he and Jessica had broken up, that Jacob suddenly found himself with the time to take care of the beast. He gripped the wheel tightly and felt it’s engine rumbled around him reassuringly. There was something about it’s throaty guttural roar that was savagely male. It invigorated Jacob as a noble steed would a knight. He shifted into gear and tore off into the pitch black night.

A few minutes later Jacob realized he hadn’t even figured out where he needed to drive to. He pulled over to the side of the road and called Jessica’s phone once more. Again the call went to her voicemail. Jacob reluctantly thumbed through his phone to the “Find my Phone” app he had previously installed in both his and Jessica’s phone. It was Jessica’s idea. She wanted to be sure that if there was any emergency they could find each other. Jacob keyed in the password of “JessicaAndJacob4Eva” he cringed and waited for the phone to spit back the result. Thirty seconds later a blue blip appeared in the center of the screen with an underlay of a map below it. Jacob squinted, then adjusted the zoom on the screen until he could see where it was located. He could hear himself growl even over the rumble of the engine as it became apparent the phone was located near the college housing area. Noting the location he tossed the phone in disgust onto the passenger seat and hammered on the accelerator. The engine roared to life once more and Jacob peeled away, squealing the tires as he went.

Jacob felt himself gripping the wheel tightly while he gritted his teeth together. The apartment complex he was heading towards was full of college student renters. He had been there before visiting a friend. Despite himself he felt as if a great injustice was being committed upon him. He was certain regardless of any evidence to support it, that Jessica was obviously sleeping with someone in the building. She wasn’t in any danger. There was nothing scary about this at all. Jacob could have easily reported back to Jessica’s mom and told her what was going on, but he couldn’t let it go. He needed to look her in the eye. He needed to see the look on her face when he knocked on the door and caught her with the new man in her life. He hated this feeling. The weakness he felt was suffocating. Jacob felt the anger coursing through his body, a dull metallic taste in his mouth, and despite all of this a tear running down his cheek.

One-Forty or Less – Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Sasha stared at her diminutive roommate with her mouth open. Her brain was frozen into stunned silence completely unable to articulate a single word. Her skin was even more pale than usual as all the color had drained from her face and she felt the unsettling twisting of her stomach that made her feel as if she was about to throw up while simultaneously needing a big drink of water. “Uhhh…” is all she managed to get out.

“Oh fuck Sasha, grow a pair.” Iria said rolling her eyes, “Come on you two.” and she turned to saunter down the hall, her silk kimono flowing gracefully behind her.

Jessica, standing behind Sasha, took a deep breath and replied finally, “I’d love some tea thank you.” she said with the brightness of a cheery new day.

Sasha turned to Jessica, her eyes pleading for help. Jessica simply hooked her arm into the limp arm of the redhead and pulled her along down the hallway. Sasha stumbled after her as if she was in a zombie like trance. Looking at the pictures on the wall, the pattern on the tile, the color of the front door, all objects seemed formless and moving as in some trippy dream. She finally snapped out of it when her body realized she hadn’t taken a full breath since Iria confronted them. She gasped and swallowed a bulky chunk of air before turning back to Jessica, “What….what are we doing?” she stammered.

“We’re having tea.” Iria replied from the living room. “Come now roomy; it’s a soothing camomile tea. It’ll calm your nerves.”

Sasha felt herself being lead into the living room and sat down on the couch. Jessica flopped down beside her and Iria gracefully deposited herself in the chair opposite them. Sasha stared down at the steaming tea and quietly retrieved her cup, bringing the lightly flavoured hot liquid to her lips and taking a small tentative sip. The two other women did the same, but Iria’s playful eyes never left the redhead.

Despite Sasha’s fears, Iria wasn’t actually looking at her with judgment. She was merely excited to chomp down a morsel of an intriguing and utterly juicy story. Iria had immediately worked out that more was going on behind the closed door of Sasha’s bedroom than a simple sleep over or gab-fest. Her suspicions were proven correct the moment she saw her roommate’s face in the hallway. So how did this happen? Iria was excited to find out. How did her usually uptight and inhibited roommate make such a bold leap in one night? How did she go from being afraid to meet “Jacob” to being intimate with this leggy brunette sitting next to her. Iria drew another sip from her cup and placed it neatly down on it’s accompanying saucer.

Not one for subtlety Iria smiled at the two women and asked bluntly, “So how was it?”

Answering simultaneously and without thought Jessica blurted, “Amazing.” while Sasha mumbled, “It’s good tea.”

Sasha furrowed her brow and took in an annoyed breath. “Uhh…yes, the tea…..it’s…amazing.” Jessica corrected herself, looking back at Sasha nervously.

Iria chuckled and took another sip, her eyes going from Jessica to Sasha and back again. For such a small woman she was very intimidating. She didn’t say anything, she just looked at them while calmly sipping her tea. She was patiently waiting for the two women to crack and reveling in the awkward silence as they squirmed uncomfortably.

Jessica no longer felt like this was a friendly moment, she felt that she was being interrogated. Her mom had escaped from East Germany before the wall came down and had related to Jessica how intimidating a silent stare from a Stasi officer could be. Jessica finally understood.

“I’m glad you like the tea.” Iria said softly, lowering her gaze to her tea, “but that wasn’t what I was asking about.” She looked into Sasha’s eyes, “and you know that.”

Sasha looked away and shifted in her seat before looking to Jessica, her eyes pleading with the brunette to pull her away from this awkwardness.

Iria placed her teacup back on its saucer and sighed, “Look I’m not stupid.” she began, her eyes darting from woman to woman. “I know you two were,” she paused for a moment trying to find the appropriate words, “investigating alternative lifestyles.” She frowned. It sounded better in her head, but aloud it had the texture of a cold stainless steel autopsy table.

Sasha winced at the question. She felt sick to her stomach. It wasn’t the tea mixing with the wine she had earlier, it was this nervous agony Iria was putting her through. Whatever the reason, Sasha found herself unable to articulate a coherent thought. In a room with two other women she could not have felt more alone. She looked over to Jessica for help. Her eyes pleading for the brunette to extricate Sasha from this crushing awkwardness.

Jessica recognized the look on Sasha’s face. It was the very same look she had on her own face when she admitted both to herself and to her ex-boyfriend about her interest in women. It was the fear of being ostracized. It was the fear of being teased and bullied. It was the sneaking specter of every cruel joke you accidently laughed at. The karma of teasing the girl that was different for no other reason than she was different. All of that silly, childish, taunting that you knew was wrong; it felt like all of it was enveloping you in a cascade of impending misery. Jessica knew this feeling all too well. She looked at Sasha and saw her wallowing in it; alone and afraid. Frightened of the next moment in time.

“So you two hit it off huh?” Iria interjected, cutting through the dense silence.

Jessica looked at Sasha, and the redhead looked back at her. They remained silent.

“What?” Iria continued. “Pussy-cat got your tongue?” she chuckled at her own stupid joke, but her audience was less than receptive.

“Iria, stop.” Sasha sighed.

“Stop?” she turned to look at Sasha, “Why should I stop? Am I offending you?” she scoffed. “Why so sensitive all of the sudden Sash?”

“Just,” Sasha winced and shook her head, “just stop.”

“Oh come on.” Iria retorted with a chuckle, “I’m just curious, that’s all.”

“Do you have to be?”

“Yes.” she nodded, “Yes I think I do.” Iria smirked. “I think I have the right to know how long you’ve been a member of the Muffin Munching gang.” she laughed and sipped her tea.

It didn’t occur to her for one moment how Sasha was feeling. Every joke Iria uttered, and every smirk that crossed her face made Sasha feel under attack. Sasha felt ridiculed. Belittled. “I said stop.” Sasha mumbled her eyes closed.

Jessica sat stunned next to the redhead. Unsure what to say or how to interject. She didn’t know Iria at all, but this didn’t look like playful teasing. It felt mean.

“Oh hush,” Iria continued. “I just want to know how you went from hoping to hop on Jacob’s big boner, to taking a spin in the sheets with this tart.” she gestured over at Jessica. Iria laughed, “Bet you knew it was a chick all alone.” she continued.

Sasha shook her head, “No. No I didn’t.”

Iria laughed, “Sure.” she elongated the word to the point it was saturated with sarcasm. “I totally believe you.” she chuckled again. Iria had become a wrecking ball of teasing inertia. She was completely oblivious to Sasha’s pain. With every jab and taunt she threw at Sasha with light hearted humor, it was caught by her roommate as a razor sharp knife. Iria, in all of her uninhibited glory, could not comprehend Sasha’s interpretation of this moment.

“I–I didn’t,” Sasha stuttered and in a sudden moment of clarity Iria realized this wasn’t a humorous moment at all. “I–I wasn’t going.” she took a big breath. “I–I didn’t want this.” she finally blurted.

“But–” Iria looked at the redhead with concern, “–then?”

“It,” Jessica paused for a moment and took a quick stuttering breath, closing her eyes and slumping her shoulders forward, “it was me.” Jessica opened her eyes and looked over at Sasha. The brunette’s eyes glistened as tears began to collect at the corners of her eyes. “I got her drunk.” she sighed and continued, “I took advantage of her.” Jessica bit her lip and looked over at the redhead. She didn’t want Sasha to go through the same pain she did. She didn’t want Sasha to feel ugly, dirty, or unwanted. Jessica would make her blameless. Jessica would take that choice away from Sasha so she could wash herself of this night and move on with her life.

Iria reeled back in confusion. She was looking forward to a frank and honest conversation with the two younger women, but not for a moment did she think she would be hearing a confession to what appeared to be date rape. She was floored. She sat in stunned silence.

“I’m sorry.” Jessica whispered gently to Sasha, beginning to sniffle. “I took advantage of you.” Jessica shook her head and brought both hands to cover her face quietly sobbing behind them. Her mind was racing. Fears and doubt saturated her mind. Maybe she did take advantage of her. Did she? Sasha seemed like she wanted it, but was that just what Jessica wanted to hear? She sobbed again.

Iria stared at the brunette, then back to the confused redhead. Her initial surprise gave way to seething anger. She jumped up, crossed the table, wound up, and swung her hand down at the shocked brunette’s face. The concussive impact filled the room with the distinct timber of flesh striking flesh. “How could you!” she wailed, swinging successive blows down at Jessica.

“No!” Sasha wailed in Jessica’s defense but her call fell on deaf ears. Sasha watched as Iria, small, demure, and delicate as ever, landed a vicious backhand slap across Jessica’s face.

The brunette tumbled to the floor in surprise. “Wha–?” she managed to mumble out before Iria stood above her poised to strike again.

“How could you!” she squealed angrily. “How could you take advantage of my friend like that!” she brought her hand back down with vigor, swinging mercilessly at the downed woman. She was filled with rage. Her blood was pounding in her chest. Jessica was able to deflect most attacks with her arms and hands but Iria swung down at her relentlessly. “How the fuck could you do this!” she screamed before Sasha tackled her into the couch from behind.

“Stop!” Sasha shouted, “Just stop! STOP!” she had to repeat herself as Iria struggled to get away and continue her attack. “She didn’t take advantage of me.” Sasha yelled at Iria. “She didn’t,” Jessica looked back at the redhead through the defensive shield of her own arms. “I wanted to.” Sasha admitted, “I asked her to.”

Iria was breathing rabid hateful breaths, but stopped struggling against the roommate she was defending. She turned to look at Sasha, “Are you sure?” The anger within her bubbled below the surface.

Sasha looked at her roommate, then at Jessica and simply nodded. “She was just trying to take the blame so I wouldn’t be embarrassed.”

“What? Why?”

Sasha shook her head, “I was afraid that you’d make fun of me, or that you’d tell everyone what I,” she looked over at Jessica, “What we did.”

Iria stared at the redhead and shook her head, “I would never.” she mumbled.

“Are you sure?” Sasha asked, “I mean, you’re a bit of a loose cannon.” she gestured over at Jessica still crumpled on the floor.

“I–” Iria started but closed her mouth again. She swung her arms around so she could pull Sasha into a hug. “I was only teasing.”

“It didn’t seem like it.” Sasha admitted.

“Seriously I was only kidding around.” Iria looked into Sasha’s eyes and tried to convey as best she could that she was being genuine. “I don’t fucking care if you’re a lesbo or whatever. Hell I think it’s pretty cool!” Iria chuckled.

“But that’s just it Eye.” she placed her hand on the petite woman’s shoulder, “I’m not.”

Iria cocked her head to the side, “Huh? But–”

“I don’t know what I am Iria. I’m just–” she looked over at Jessica and then back to her roommate, “I’m just me. You know? No label. No special parade. No flag or club. I’m just–me.”

“Well whatever you are or aren’t, I love ya.” Iria blubbered and gripped the redhead in a tight bear hug.

Jessica, still on the floor. She stood and watched for a moment, unsure of what she was supposed to do.

Iria caught her eye and immediately let go of Sasha. She stood up quickly and embraced the brunette tightly, “I’m so sorry. I hope I didn’t–”

Jessica shook her head, “No I’m ok. I–” she looked over at Sasha and smiled, “I’m fine.” She rubbed her forearms unconsciously as a warm ache of a new bruise began to grow but still repeated, “I’m fine. I’m ok.”

“Are you sure?” Sasha asked softly.

Jessica nodded and smiled, “I’m ok.” she chuckled and looked over at Iria, “you’re pretty feisty for a little shit aren’t you.” The much taller Jessica wrapped Iria with one arm and kissed her on the top of the head, “Sasha’s lucky to have you as a friend. God help anyone that tried to hurt her because holy fuck you’d kill them. You’re fucking vicious!”

Iria smiled and laughed with the two women. For now she was calm. For now the anger had subsided, “Hey, if you’re small like me, you’ve got to be.” she chuckled. She picked up the tray of tea and cups and walked over to the kitchen taking slow steady breaths as she took each step. On the edge of her mind was a ragged memory of a time where she wasn’t so vicious, or at least, not vicious enough. It was not a memory she wanted to recall, and definitely not a memory she could endure to relive. She looked down at her shaking hands, closed her eyes, and took a few more deep breaths. When she opened her eyes again, the shaking had subsided. Iria turned and smiled like an enthusiastic Walmart greeter and sauntered back into the living room.

One-Forty or Less – Chapter 10

Chapter 10

The door to Sasha’s room slowly opened and light from the hallway began creeping inwards. It etched away the darkness of the room, inching towards the two women in their naked embrace. Sasha froze. Her body tensed up and for the first time tonight she felt incredibly exposed. “No Iria! Close…..close the door!” Sasha screamed but no noise escaped her lips. She quickly realized that the words were only forming in her head. Her mouth was locked open in a stunned trance and she was not able to articulate a single word. Her eyes instead grew wider and wider as the potentially horribly awkward situation was becoming increasingly inevitable.

Jessica looked into Sasha’s shocked eyes and knew what she needed to do. She let go of the pale statue that was Sasha and launched herself backwards with her arms outstretched. She flopped to the floor with a thud and with the extended fingers of her right hand she held the door fast stopping it’s unwanted intrusion into Sasha’s now deathly quiet room.

Iria heard the thump and felt the sudden resistance on the door so stopped pushing making the assumption that Sasha was feeling modest again. “Anyways, just wanted to let you know I’m back. I thought you might be up and….well….interested in talking about your….date…tonight.” Iria smirked to herself, intrigued and salivating at the promise of a juicy intriguing story.

Sasha shook herself out of her trance and answered back quickly, “N….not..no….not tonight I think.” she managed to splutter nervously.

Iria nodded to herself in the hallway. “Ok then. Night.” she replied, before frowning at the confusing distance of Sasha’s voice. Though the door was being held closer to the hallway, it sounded like Sasha was still in bed. Iria looked back to the door and opened her mouth to ask if there was someone there with her, but thought better of it and instead simply assumed that the thud she heard was more likely to be something Sasha had thrown towards the door to stop it from opening. Iria shrugged to herself and turned to walk back down the hallway to her room.

“Night.” Sasha replied finally. She listened intently to the extremely faint footsteps of her petite roommate making her way down the hall. Then with dizzying relief took a deep breath that felt very much like the first breath she had taken in the last four minutes. Sasha looked at Jessica sprawled on the floor. Her body was stretched as far as possible with only the tips of her fingers touching the door. The brunette raised her head to look at Sasha and a nervous smile dashed across her face. Sasha smirked as well before clapping her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle. Jessica pushed the door closed and did the same, laughing silently as a tear streaked down her cheek.

Sasha shook her head and whispered to her new companion, “Well now we’re really fucked.”

“Why’s that?” Jessica replied, thinking she had already done a fantastic job of dodging the awkward bullet.

“Iria is a light sleeper.” Sasha explained sitting the bed with her legs crossed and one hand pulling nervously at her bangs. “, and you’ve heard our door.”

The creaking door had been an annoyance since the two had moved in. More for Sasha than for Iria though as Iria was usually the one that was attempting to creep back into the apartment at ungodly hours. The squeaking hinge was only half of the problem as when the door closed again it had a tendency to slam shut with a rattling thud. Sasha knew at once that Jessica was trapped in her room and for the life of her she couldn’t begin to figure a way out of this.

Jessica winced as she realized the predicament the two women were in. As much as they had enjoyed their time together and had pushed passed boundaries of comfort and social acceptance, the two were in no way willing to be broadcasting their newfound excitement for same-sex sexual encounters. While Jessica had been the aggressor in this case it was more because of a pent up need and desire. It pushed away all thoughts of backing down and made her fearless at least for the night. But now, what was going to happen in the morning? Would they all sit around the breakfast table and exchange stories about the first time they ravaged another woman with their tongues? Highly unlikely. Jessica, just as Sasha, feared exposure. She worried about what other people would think of her and like anyone that’s scared to show their true nature, it doesn’t matter if the person is a stranger or not, she just didn’t want to share her feelings about women to anyone. Period.

“Oh…fuck.” she muttered under her breath and Sasha nodded in agreement. “How….how the hell do I get home then?” Jessica looked around the room as if she was going to find some sort of secret trap door that lead out of this situation. She looked back up at Sasha, “I….I live with my parents right now…..oh fuck.” She look mortified, “They think I’m just meeting a friend for coffee.” Jessica’s eyes darted from side to side, blinking rapidly, “My mom is going to go apeshit. She’s going to think the absolute worst!” Visions of her mother calling the police rushed into Jessica’s mind. She’d have a press conference arranged by the FBI; search parties; phone lines set up for anonymous tips where Jessica may have been seen last. The panic was no longer creeping, it was tightening a vice around Jessica’s chest and crushing her inch by inch. She felt it was difficult to breathe as the weight of the moment squeezed down on her.

“Shhhhhh” Sasha exclaimed as quietly as she could. “Shhhhhh….don’t…..don’t panic.” she whispered, hardly believing her own words. “Don’t…..don’t worry we’ll figure it out ok? Please don’t worry.” She waved her hand beckoning Jessica to stand up and come closer.

Jessica picked herself off the soft carpet and stumbled towards Sasha, closing her eyes as fell into the redhead’s arms. The two women took deep breaths and stared into the emptiness of the darkened room. They shivered and held each other desperately running simulations through their minds on how best to exfiltrate themselves from their predicament.

Meanwhile, several paces down the hall Iria stood staring at a pair of shoes she didn’t recognize. and a purse she had noticed from somewhere. Iria looked skyward trying to recall where she had seen it before when it dawned on her instantly. “Oh fuck me!” she exclaimed to herself. Looking at the purse, the shoes, then back down the hall towards Sasha’s room. “Holy fucking dirty fuck nut!” she babbled. Her jaw dropped and she stood transfixed, completely taken by the realization that Sasha was hiding a visitor tonight, and this visitor was none other than the girl she had seen earlier. Iria giggled, turned on her heel, and walked the rest of the way to her room closing the door loudly so that the two women knew she was no longer in earshot. She owed Sasha that at least.

Inside the room the thud of Iria’s door reverberated through their skulls. “What do we do?” Sasha asked Jessica, knowing full well she didn’t have a solution. “I….I’m not ready for this sort of thing. I…I hope that doesn’t offend you…I just….”

Jessica shook her head emphatically, “No…no I know what you mean. I feel the same. I….this…well…. this is my first time.” she admitted sheepishly.

“Seriously?” Sasha blurted, louder than she expected.

“Shhhh!”

“Seriously?” she repeated in a hushed whisper. “Didn’t seem like it….” Sasha questioned, trying not to sound too accusatory.

“No…you’re definitely my first. Why did you think there were others?”

“Cause….well…” Sasha smirked at the brunette, “You’re fucking awesome?” She chuckled and then clasped her hand over her mouth trying to muffle her own laughter.

Jessica smirked and blushed, “well thanks.” she replied. “That’s sweet of you to say.” She took a breath and looked around, “But I still don’t know what we’re going to do. If I don’t get home, my mom is going to freak out.”

“Why don’t you just call her?” Sasha asked, surprised that neither of them had thought of such an obvious answer. “Just call her and like, tell her you’re staying at a friends or whatever.”

“That would be a great idea,” Jessica replied quickly, “but my phone is in my purse and my purse is…..” she stopped abruptly. Her eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped again.

“Is….is what?”

Jessica shut her eyes tightly and winced, “Is sitting in the front hall next to my shoes…”

“Which Iria has already walked by…” Sasha slumped her shoulders forward and sighed. “Fuck.”

“Fuck.”

Sasha shook her head. “Well there’s no point in hiding here then.” She shrugged then offered, “You know she might not have noticed it. If she did she would have probably said something. Iria’s blunt like that you know?” Sasha chuckled. “Come on. Let’s get dressed and get your purse. Then you can call your mom.”

“What do I tell her though?” Jessica asked innocently.

“Just….I don’t know.” Sasha replied then she laughed quietly, “Tell her…..tell her that you were having such a good time you didn’t realize what time it was.”

Jessica chuckled as well as she started to pick up the piled elements of her wardrobe. “Ya, I could tell her I met this cool chick and we ate out.” she smirked at Sasha, “or…at least…I ate her out.”

Sasha laughed, “Oh as if! Could you imagine telling your mom that? Oh my god.”

“Hell no!” Jessica agreed. “I mean…like…I don’t regret this at all. Not for a second but…that’s crazy.”

Sasha nodded fervently. “Same here. I don’t regret this either.”

“Really?” Jessica asked before slipping her shirt over her head.

Sasha nodded, “Yeah….I’m….I’m happy I went out of my comfort zone for once. It was….” she paused and smirked, “….it was….rewarding.” she finished and giggled.

Jessica laughed, “Yes…I think I may have had a hand in that reward…..literally.” she winked.

Sasha slapped her on the shoulder, “Oh shut up you little turd.” laughing again.

There was a pause in the conversation as both women looked around for the rest of their clothes. The brief silence allowed Sasha to review the crazy night. She went from potentially meeting a one night fling with a cool guy she met online, to meeting the real person who turned out to be a woman. Then after all the shock and annoyance at being bamboozled Sasha found herself seduced by the very same person who had lied about who they were. She shook her head in amazement. She could have never predicted her own behavior tonight. It was so far beyond what she had ever done before.

“Do….do you think we’d ever do this again?” Jessica asked quietly, breaking the silence. There was an innocence and feeling of concern in her voice.

Sasha tilted her head to the side and thought for a moment before looking back at the brunette and nodding slowly, “I think maybe….yeah…I think so. But we’d have to be a little more organized and a lot more discreet next time.” she laughed. “I’d hate for Iria to find out. You know?” Sasha smiled at Jessica and then opened the door.

“Tea?” came the polite query from a silk kimono wearing Iria standing in the hallway, a smile stretched from ear to ear. “I made three.”

One-Forty or Less – Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Jessica stared at Sasha for a moment, unsure if she had actually heard what Sasha had said or simply imagined it. “What…..what do you mean?” she asked the redhead timidly.

“I’m tired of being this scared little girl that’s afraid to try new things. I’m tired of being the one that never steps out of the box, that always has to follow someone else’s trail…”

“Uhhh…” Jessica interjected, still waiting for an answer.

“….I’m just….” Sasha stopped for a moment and looked at Jessica. Her eyes piercing the brunette’s mind, conveying the intensity of emotion pulsing through her. “I want this. I want it. I’m not just doing this because I’m too scared to say no to you. I’m standing up and saying that I want this. I want to try. I want to see what it’s all about. I….I….” she stopped, stammering a little, her voice quivering. “I want to be brave enough to say yes….just…..for me.” Sasha smiled and sniffled slightly unsure of how articulate her outburst was.

Jessica smiled back at the redhead before reaching out and pulling her close into a warm nourishing hug. “I know exactly what you mean.”

Sasha pulled back for a moment so she could look the brunette in the eyes again, “Like I don’t want to hurt you though….I don’t know if I’m like….you know full out….lez or whatever.” she mumbled in distinct contrast to her previous emphatic statements of self empowerment. “Like….I….uhh…” she paused gauging Jessica’s reaction, “I don’t want to be like boyfriend girlfriend….or…whatever girlfriend girlfriend. You know what I mean. I don’t think I could handle that sort of change in my life right now, or possibly ever.” Sasha slumped within Jessica’s arms, feeling like she would now be a disappointment.

Jessica nodded, “I know.” she tilted her head to the side, “We can just be…friends…you know?”

Sasha smiled and agreed, “Yes….yes I can handle that. Friends…is ok…..friends is good.” Friends don’t hold hands in public, they don’t kiss and make out in the quad while others gawked and sneered. They don’t have to make lifestyle changes. They don’t have to act different, stand out, walk in special parades or anything. Most importantly, they don’t have to tell their parents. “So what are you waiting for?” Sasha asked, changing her tone to one of playful irreverence. “You’ve been eye fucking me all night. Why not see if you can do it for real?” she giggled at her silliness but Jessica didn’t laugh at all. She seemed to take it as a serious challenge.

She grasped Sasha tightly and kissed her again. She pulled her so close that there was barely a gap between the two women. Sasha bent into Jessica, allowing her body to be pulled and held without putting up a fight. She enjoyed the sensation of Jessica’s attack. As she closed her eyes and accepted yet another wondrous kiss  Jessica stepped back with her right leg and pulling Sasha towards her perfectly executed a Judo hip toss throwing Sasha to her bed.

Sasha’s redhair went everywhere. The mini pool of fiery red oozed color against the stark white backdrop of Sasha’s fluffy duvet. Pushing her hair out of her eyes Sasha let out a laugh, “What the hell was….” but before she could finish Jessica was on top of her, giggling like a child with it’s favorite toy.

“Everything?” she asked playfully, “You want…ev-ery—-thing?” she continued, tapping her finger on Sasha’s torso making her way down from Sasha’s neck, to her breasts to her navel, only to stop at the line of her panties, just visible under the black dress she was wearing.

“Yessssss.” she hissed before biting her lip in anticipation, “Everything…..give me …..everything.”

“First I have to take everything.” Jessica sneered. She ran her hands down Sasha’s sides, barely glancing across her breasts, before running smoothly down her stomach, over her hips, and down her thighs to rest at her knees. “You still want it?”

Sasha nodded enthusiastically, the anticipation was intoxicating. She felt herself twitching with every touch and she wanted it to continue whatever the cost. “Yesssssss” she hissed again before dropping her head back to the duvet covered mattress and closing her eyes.

Jessica smiled at her then ran her hands over Sasha’s knees and agonizingly slowly up the soft insides of Sasha’s legs. Sasha jumped and gasped before giggling at herself. Jessica smirked at her reaction and continued to run her hands up, further and further till the tips of her fingers reached Sasha’s black satin panties. Jessica rotated her hands around Sasha’s thighs, gripped them tightly, then released them only to grab her underwear. Running her hands around Sasha’s body she gently pulled at the thin garment. Sasha didn’t fight it at all. Instead she arched her back and elevated her ass off the bed so Jessica could pull them down further. Inch by inch Jessica teased the fabric down Sasha’s smooth alabaster white legs. When she finally reached Sasha’s feet she held them up, twirled them on her finger, and tossed them across the room.

Sasha laughed, “What style.” she joked and Jessica just smiled mischievously back at her.

Using the edge of her nails she ran her fingers back up the insides of Sasha’s legs. The pressure and tingling scratchiness left little red lines on Sasha’s skin. She jumped and twitched the further Jessica moved upward, nervous laughter escaping her lips between gasps of excitement. As her fingers wandered up Sasha’s thighs, Jessica soon followed with her lips lightly brushing them over Sasha’s quivering skin, leaving trails of tender soft kisses. She moved from one leg to the other, never giving Sasha a chance to catch her breath. With each snake like movement of her head she slithered her way back up Sasha’s body and for the briefest of moments glanced over the redheads swiftly moistening sex. Sasha gasped in anticipation, but Jessica was not about to move to her endgame so quickly.

Instead she pulled Sasha’s dress back down and kissed her way back up her body till once more she was face to face with the squirming redhead. “I don’t think you’re ready for that yet.” she teased.

“It’s……it’s….been a while…for me.” Sasha admitted, biting her lip and staring into Jessica’s increasingly hypnotic and attractive eyes. “I….I don’t know if I’ll..umm….last….too long.” she giggled nervously and shut her eyes tight in embarrassment.

“Ooooh, that’ll make it even more fun.” Jessica smiled and kissed the nervous Sasha softly on the cheek. “Don’t worry…I’ll take good care of you.” she sneered evilly and Sasha groaned in response to what was clearly a poorly veiled threat.

“Do…..do your worst.” she managed to whisper, feigning strength where she had none.

Jessica simply smiled, winked, and kissed her one more time before moving off the bed. Sasha followed the brunette with her eyes but did not move from her position on the bed. She watched as Jessica slowly stripped down to her underwear and stood proudly at the side of Sasha’s bed. Sasha looked at her and inhaled every line and every curve of the beautiful woman. She looked at her not as just someone of the same sex, but for the first time with true honesty, as someone who was very sexually appealing to Sasha.

Jessica caught the redhead’s gaze and felt her own pulse jump for a moment. But tonight wasn’t going to be all about her. Maybe that would come in time. Tonight, instead, would be completely focused on Sasha, and Jessica was very excited about that.

She stepped closer to the bed and Sasha dropped her head back to the duvet, going limp in acceptance of whatever new sensation Jessica was going to bestow on her. She felt a soft hand on her foot, followed by a second. A moment later the soothing pressure of a loving foot massage began and Sasha heard herself moaning in appreciation. The loving hands moved to her other foot and repeated the sequence, pushing, kneading and stretching the tension out of her body with one expert stroke after another. Sasha licked her lips softly and moaned again. She had run track in high school and was no stranger to a therapeutic foot massage, but this was so much different. It was so much more erotic. So thrilling and sensual. Sasha felt herself pushing her thighs together aching for a little more.

Jessica continued to massage the redhead’s feet, allowing her hand to explore further. Running her hand up and down Sasha’s calf muscles then back to her feet again. “Flip over.” she instructed, but didn’t get a response. “Flip over.” she commanded for the second time.

Sasha raised her eyebrows but her eyes remained closed, “uhh….hmmm?” she moaned a reply.

“I said….” Jessica smiled, “Flip over.” but this time instead of asking she pulled Sasha down and manipulated her legs so that with little effort Sasha ended up flipping over to her stomach. Her face now buried in the soft covers she smiled and bit the smooth fabric while she awaited the next surprise. Taking up station behind the young woman, Jessica ran her hands up Sasha’s legs under her dress and over the smooth round half moon globes of the redhead’s ass. “Damn you’ve got a nice tush.” she whispered.

“Thanks.” Sasha mumbled into the duvet, a grin etched into her face. She took long steady breaths trying to calm her nerves as she allowed the brunette access to her body. It both frightened and excited her beyond measure. Sasha could feel her palms now slickened with nervous sweat and tremble with anxiety. She could feel the warm moist breath of Jessica behind her. Jessica’s lips only a fraction of an inch from her skin. Sasha shivered and stifled an excited moan as the first touch of Jessica’s tongue flicked at the redhead’s quivering body.

Jessica ran her hands over Sasha’s ass again as if kneading a round ball of dough. She swept her hands over it’s entirety then squeezed, pulled and pushed. The effect was quite soothing to Sasha, much like a massage might be. She felt her body finally being able to relax again. She drifted into the bed as it might be a fluffy white cloud. Jessica had other ideas though. She ran her hands up Sasha’s back and down her sides, tucking her fingers into Sasha’s hips. With a quick yank, Sasha was pulled back towards the brunette and now remained motionless on the bed. Her head down and ass sticking in the air, “Much better.” Jessica growled.

Sasha for her part could feel herself less and less worried about what was next. She felt her inhibitions slipping away with each touch. The further Jessica pushed her, the further Sasha wanted to go. She laid her face down into the covers and waited.

Jessica took in the sight laid out before her. Sasha was lying on her bed, her head buried into the soft duvet, while her stark white and impeccably smooth ass was positioned for her to admire. Jessica took in a long nervous breath and moved ever closer. The tension in the air was palpable as Sasha twitched at the slight sensation of Jessica’s breath on her exposed behind. Jessica bit her lip and ran her hands over Sasha’s legs. She shuddered from the sensation of her skin touching Sasha’s. It was as if some electrical spark immediately arked between the two women’s bodies spurring Jessica on to continue. She softly ran her hands up Sasha’s bent legs, running them up the outside of Sasha’s quivering thighs, hearing the redhead stifle a gasp as Jessica ran her thumbs up the inside of each cheek.

Jessica licked her lips and made sure they were warm, wet, and soft. With tender precision she leant forward and kissed Sasha on the small of her back. Sasha shuddered and let out a small nervous giggle, but she didn’t try to get away. Instead she let the ticklish sensation cascade through her body and allowed it to escape; buzzing across her skin and through her fingertips into the duvet. She took a quick breath and felt the soft lips of Jessica teasing her once more, this time a little lower. Sasha shuddered and shifted, but didn’t stop Jessica. Instead she heard a moan escape her lips. It was all the encouragement that Jessica needed.

She placed another kiss on Sasha’s ass, then another, and another. Sasha twitched and moaned with each application of Jessica’s pressed lips to her skin. Though she couldn’t see what was happening behind her Sasha quickly found herself imagining what this must look like. She couldn’t help but moan again with the thought. In her mind’s eye she could see herself lying on the bed, vulnerable and exposed, while Jessica administered loving kiss after loving kiss, each touch filled with adoration. It was hauntingly erotic. Sasha found herself less and less jumpy as Jessica continued. She felt her body melt into the bed and she allowed the tension that pulled on every muscle to leak out of her like a ghost drifting from the newly departed. The ticklish sensations gave way to much more pleasant and delectable eroticism.

As Sasha had begun to calm down Jessica turned up her attentiveness. She snaked her tongue down and flicked at Sasha’s sensitive flesh. Another kiss, and another lick and Jessica was rewarded with a moan and a wiggle from the adventurous redhead. Jessica gripped Sasha’s ass firmly then released her grip. Her eyes trailed over the panting redhead, drinking in the view. Jessica quietly reminded herself to go slowly, to take her time. Not just to enjoy each nuance, but also to keep from scaring Sasha. Jessica took in a soft breath and watched as Sasha turned her head from one side to the other and push her ass back towards the brunette encouraging her to continue. Seeing this as approval Jessica gripped her once more, bit her lip, and lowered her loving mouth back down to Sasha’s tender skin. She kissed her way up the back of Sasha’s thigh, across the crack of her beautiful ass, and down the other side. Sasha moaned again and rotated her hips, once more pushing her body back towards the brunette. Jessica repeated the same motion in reverse, this time kissing and licking her way back and forth. As she did she snaked her hand up the inside of Sasha’s dress reaching up her body to cup an exposed breast. Sasha quietly gasped but didn’t pull away. She felt Jessica run a soft finger around her surprisingly hard nipple before gently tapping it sending shockwaves through Sasha’s body. As she did this, Jessica snaked her tongue between the now glistening globes of Sasha’s ass tenderly flicking her tongue up and down the redheads sensitive asshole and now engorged pussy lips.

Sasha gasped again and stifled another moan. She shuddered into the bed and instinctively pushed back onto Jessica’s tongue. It was exquisite. Far more sensual and loving than any sensation she had experienced from a man. She felt as if the room had fallen away and there was just Jessica and her in this moment. Jessica’s soft hands running gently over her buzzing skin. Jessica’s tongue pushing, probing, licking, and teasing Sasha relentlessly. She felt it harder to breath. The tension in her body had returned as she struggled to control herself. She wanted to flail and moan. She wanted to squeal and scream for Jessica to continue. Sasha felt her center warming and pulsing uncontrollably. Like an overwhelmed dam in the middle of a downpour, a cascading flood was inevitable.

Sasha squealed and pulled her legs together in defense. Jessica’s heart sank, “Too far?” she queried, fearing that she already knew the answer.

“No…” Sasha mumbled into the duvet, then turned to the brunette, “No…no…it’s…ok…I….I’m good.” she muttered, almost ashamed at her reaction.

“Are you sure?” Jessica asked sincerely not wanting to push Sasha further than she could go. “We can stop at anytime you know. I want you to enjoy this.”

Sasha shook her head, “No no…it’s not that.” she turned to look at Jessica, “I’m….just nervous…you know?”

Jessica smiled and nodded, “Yeah….I can tell. So you want me to stop then?”

“Fuck no!” Sasha paused then laughed at her outburst, “I mean….no…please…keep going. I want this; really I do.” she flopped her head back onto the bed and smiled to herself. She was all at once proud to be doing something out of her comfort zone. But before she could relax and enjoy the momentary victory over her fears Jessica resumed her pleasurable attack. “Oh fuck.” Sasha squealed as she felt Jessica’s talented tongue diving into her.

Jessica reached forward once more and ran her hands over both of Sasha’s breasts, encircling each tender nipple before gently tweaking and tapping at them. Sasha shuddered once more. Jessica moved from her position behind Sasha and came closer to her head, still buried in the duvet. She whispered hypnotically into the redhead’s ear, “Let go Sasha.” she kissed her ear and nibbled on it. Sasha moaned again, “Let go. Drop into this feeling.” Jessica cooed, “Drop, and succumb to it. Accept it. Accept it.”

On cue Sasha relaxed again and mumbled into her bed, “I….I want…I want to watch you…” she admitted shamefully.

Jessica didn’t need any further encouragement. Guiding Sasha, who now almost seemed as if she was in a hypnotic trance, she pulled the redhead up to her knees and slipped her dress off, tossing it to the side. Sasha complied willingly and remained motionless, waiting, kneeling with her back to the brunette who was now completely in charge. Sasha felt her body throbbing as her mind was racing. How this woman was able to inspire Sasha’s trust in such a short amount of time was mind blowing. Sasha felt no fear, no worries and no concern. She knew instinctively that Jessica was going to take good care of her, and though every single moment of this experience was new and full of the unknown, Sasha was relaxed and willing.

Jessica ran her hands down the redhead’s soft skin, letting her neatly trimmed nails gently scrape at Sasha’s flesh. Sasha arched her back and moaned. Her eyes closed and her mouth wide open. She took a deep breath and felt Jessica directing her down to the bed, turning her around and lowering her body to the bed and her head onto a soft pile of pillows. Sasha opened her eyes and saw the brunette looking back at her. There was an animalistic nature to Jessica now. Jessica’s eyes caged a hunger for Sasha and the look, which only an hour ago may have frightened her, now drove her into a further level of excitement. Jessica pulled Sasha’s legs closer to her and then gently separated them keeping her eyes on Sasha’s. The brunette saw the redhead’s chest moving with each protracted breath, her breasts jutting up at the climax of each inhalation. Jessica bit her lip and lowered her body down slowly. Sasha watched as she positioned herself directly over Sasha’s glistening and highly aroused sex. Sasha closed her eyes, arched her back, and moaned, “Please…”

With that Jessica lowered her tongue to Sasha and was rewarded with a quick twitch and a loud moan. Tucking Sasha’s legs over her shoulders, Jessica drew a long slow line with her tongue, up from Sasha’s tender asshole, up between the puffy lips of her excited pussy, to rest anxiously at Sasha’s pulsating clit. The redhead snapped her head back up and stared down at Jessica. The sight was so enticingly erotic. All the secret dreams and fantasies Sasha had of being seduced by a woman came to a head. She watched as Jessica pulled her mouth back and felt herself shiver seeing the brunette’s wet smiling lips.

Sasha moaned her encouragement, “Fuck that’s hot.” she mumbled as Jessica smirked back at her.

“You like that huh?” Jessica teased knowingly.

“You know I do.” Sasha responded softly.

“You want more don’t you.” she continued.

Sasha nodded silently, “…but….I…I don’t know how long I’ll last.” she admitted. She already felt her body was on the knife edge of an tumultuous orgasm.

“I don’t care how long you last.” Jessica admitted truthfully. “I’m more interested in getting you there.” She winked and lowered her mouth once more.

Sasha smiled back at her, but the moment she felt Jessica’s tongue on her clit she felt her eyes roll back in her head and she moaned, louder than ever before. “Oh fuck me.” she moaned, “Fuck me…fuuuuuck me….that…..is…..fucccck.” she grunted, unable to finish her train of thought.

Jessica had gently begun to suckle on her clit while simultaneously rubbing her knuckle between the lips of Sasha’s beautiful and tasty pussy. Sasha uncontrollably rotated her hips and moaned with every touch. Jessica knew she wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer. She quickly reached up and tweaked her nipples and Sasha jumped at the sudden but surprisingly pleasurable pang of pain. It only distracted her momentarily from the ecstasy pulsing from her sex. With the deftness of an expert Jessica slid a single finger into Sasha and wiggled it softly as she continued to suck and flick at Sasha’s clit. The redhead squealed unintelligibly and without thinking grabbed Jessica’s hair roughly. Sasha gripped her and pulled her face hard into her sopping wet sex. She didn’t know what she was doing, she only knew she wanted more and more. Jessica slipped a second finger into Sasha and gently push, pulled, and twisted her fingers in and out of the spasming girl as she continued her fierce attention on Sasha’s clit.

“Oh….ohhhhh……..” Sasha gasped. She stopped breathing for a moment, then gasped again. “Fuck….” she grunted, “Oh fuck..”

Jessica looked up at her companion’s and saw the beauty and agony of an unavoidable orgasm exploding over the redhead’s face. It was undeniably sensational. Jessica continued her attention, not allowing Sasha to take a break. She looked up to see the redhead’s mouth gaped open, her breath held, her eyes shut tight and her body arched up and tense as if being electrocuted.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.” Sasha moaned loudly, “f-f-fuck fuck fuck FUCK” she continued her body convulsing drastically as she wailed. Jessica felt Sasha’s pussy clamp down on her fingers and she couldn’t help but smirk malevolently. She watched the redhead twitch and moan as Jessica ran her fingernails gently down her body and up the insides of her thighs. “Oh god damn.” Sasha managed to blurt. “That…..” she looked into Jessica’s eyes intensely, “That, was abso-fucking-lutely amazing.” She looked dazed as if drunk and it was nearly comical. Her eyes opened and closed slowly and a grin meandered across her face before she let out a small giggle.

For her part, Jessica was utterly mesmerized. Seeing Sasha in this state was intoxicatingly erotic. She just wanted to keep going. She wanted to keep teasing Sasha. She wanted to remain her, face deep in Sasha’s pussy. She wanted to hear Sasha moan and grunt and curse like a sailor. It was such a turn on she shuddered as every inch of her skin shivered at the inticing thought.

Sasha opened her arms wide and Jessica dove into her embrace. “Thank you.” she said with utmost sincerity. “That…..that was…amazing.” Sasha professed. “I…uh…do….do you need me to do…something?” she asked somewhat fearful of the answer.

Jessica shook her head, “No, that’s ok.” Sasha looked at her, unsure of herself. “It’s ok,” Jessica continued, “seeing you cum like that is enough for me.” she admitted honestly. “That was sexy as fuck.” she giggled. Sasha pulled the brunette close and they embraced tightly, comfortable with this new level of intimacy.

Outside of Sasha’s room, however, Iria was walking softly down the hallway. She had left Mr. Baritone at the hotel for the night. He had run into a former acquaintance and the two men had hit it off. Iria immediately felt like she was the third wheel and though she was intrigued about the situation she knew it was time to go. Uncertain how Sasha’s night had gone since she saw her, Iria walked up to Sasha’s room and lightly rapped on the door, “Can I come in?” she asked in a faint voice, afraid to wake her roommate if she was already in bed.

Sasha, not hearing the question answered nervously with the naked brunette in her arms, “Yes?”

Taking this to be an answer and not a question; Iria reached down, placed her hand on the doorknob, turned it, and slowly pushed the door open.

My Biggest Fan

“Come over now,” you say, “the doors unlocked and I’m all alone.”

I lick my lips in anticipation. “10 minutes.” Oh how I love a fan.

01 22 2013 013

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

“I want to show you my appreciation.” you said a few hours earlier, “for awakening this….this….thing…in me.” I smile and hand the signed book across the table to you. Your eyes are wide, bright, and excited. Your chest is heaving with each quickened breath. I let my eyes wander down from your face, across your lips, down your neck and past your breasts, your nipples hard and poking through the light fabric of your whimsical blouse.

My handler catching my siteline interrupts this brief moment of predation, “Buying his book is all the appreciation he needs.” What a lie, but I smile and nod like a robot. “I’m happy that you enjoy my writing.” I manage to push out, the words coated in truth but filled with dishonesty.

You smile, “Well….thank you….and if you ever want to….feel appreciated….” you extend your hand, a small business card outstretched to me.

My handler snatches the card away, “Thank you miss, please move along, there are more people in line.” There were of course, many admirers. Many odd and strange individuals that deeply need to tell me what they think of the book. How it spoke to them. How it moved them. How it changed their life. Pathetic. My eyes are on you and your short black skirt as you walk away. Awakened something in you did I…..fascinating. You turn when you’re almost out of sight, smile, wink, and place a small rectangular card in the last book on the top row just before the cashier’s station. Clever girl.

Two hours and a few hundred books and pleasantries later I’m finally released from my obligations and stand to stretch. “I need to go for a walk, stretch my legs a bit.” I say to my handler and she sighs like I’ve ruined her day before motioning me to proceed. “Thanks” I reply to her irritation, as if I needed her permission in the first place. I walk around the table adorned with posters of the hypersexualized cover of my 4th novel in the “Awakened” series. Playing with my pen in my left hand I walked over to the same collection of books you had sauntered by. Thumbing through the top row nonchalantly I stopped at the last book, opened the cover, and to my delight I was greeted by your small plain business card. “Well well well.” I mutter to myself, “I shall give you a call…saleswoman…of Devil’s Creek Candles.” Hearing distinct footfalls behind me I quickly palm your card and put the book away masking my heady excitement with a poker face of utter boredom.

“Next up is a radio interview in an hour at Hot Shots WX106. They specialize in rock, pop, country, and talk. You’ll be on for their drive time show so be perky. People don’t like it when you drone on. Then another signing at a coffee shop called the Slappy Bean on Main. Ridiculous name if you ask me but the locals seem to enjoy it. I’ll get you a Starbucks low fat chai latte and put it in one of their cups. Then tomorrow…” she kept talking but I didn’t bother to listen. My mind instead was on you and those perky nipples under your blouse.

“I”m going for a walk Cathy. Give me some space alright?”

She backed away without saying a word, clicking on her pen incessantly as she does when she’s forced into an unnatural state of quietness. “My god woman you need to get laid.” I silently thought to myself shaking my head and stepping out into the fresh air.

After walking down the block and turning the corner I dove into my jacket to retrieve my phone. Once it was out I grabbed the card from my pocket and swiftly dialed your number. “Hello?” came the soft sickly sweet response.

“Hey there,” I respond, still uncomfortable with my recent fame I still manage to sound timid on the phone. “You left your card for me?”

“Oh god! You…..you…my…god…” you exclaim loudly in shock before quickly changing your tone to a whisper, “I…I can’t believe you called? You….you….actually called me?”

“Of course I did. How could I not with such a rousing expression of appreciation you gave earlier.” I stopped walking for a moment, thinking back to your eyes, your lips…..”Very rousing.” I whispered.

“Oh geez..oh…I have to go, I’m at work. Call…can….uh..” you stammered over the phone still in a little shock, “….can…you call me later? I’ll be free later?”

“I have a few more public appearances to make today but I’ll be sure to give you a call.”

“Oh…ok …ok….yes…that would be so awesommmme.” the last word stretched out amusingly.

“Anything for a fan.” I say, smiling then hanging up. I quickly toss the phone and card into my pocket. Before turning and seeing Cathy across the street. Her arms crossed and her face scrunched in a scowl. She only uncrossed her arms to motion that it was time to go. I sighed to myself and dragged my feet back to meet her.

The next two hours passed agonizingly slow. There is a schism of reality in a radio DJ’s booth. They’re so disturbingly boisterous and animated but visually look like sociopathic serial killers. If I had to hear my name included in the “Wacky wild drive at five” one more time it was quite possible I may try to cave Marvelous Mike’s head in with his own microphone. I kept looking over at Cathy trying desperately to create some sort of telepathic link so I could tell her to get me the hell out of here, but all she did was talk on the phone and give me the thumbs up anytime I made I contact. Cathy’s head would be next after Mike’s. I don’t think I’d even feel guilty about it either.

From Hot Shots WX106, we strode across the street and down the block to the number one coffee shop in Devil’s Creek, the Slappy Bean. Unlike the usual coffee shop I was accustomed to, this one seemed to be populated by retired lumberjacks and rodeo clowns. They still had the stuck up snotty looking hipster barista behind the counter, but he spoke more like an early 1960’s hippy and acted like one too. What a weird little town. A table was set up in the corner where a stack of my books and the same nearly pornographic posters were adorned. I took my chair and waited as Cathy arranged the fans into a healthy sized line that wound it’s way through the kitschy coffee shop. Unlike the radio show where I felt trapped and claustrophobic, this was at least mildly pleasant. There was far too many late to middle aged soccer mom’s for my liking, but it seemed that’s who my writing appealed to. Eighty or so signatures and awkward fan encounters later the line had dissipated and I was finally free to go.

The cab ride back to the hotel was short and quiet. Just the way I liked it. Once we arrived Cathy started in on me telling me where we were heading next. Who we were going to meet. Where we would stay. How I was supposed to act. What I was supposed to do. It was exhausting and I hadn’t even done any of it yet. I thanked Cathy for her help during the day and shooed her off to her room as I made my way to my suite. I showered and shaved off all the handshakes and pleasantries I could while picturing in my mind’s eye the lovely curves of my favorite fan. As I dried myself standing over the large king sized bed I fished through my pockets to find my phone. Going through the menu I selected the last dialed number and hit “call”.

“Come over now,” you say, “the doors unlocked and I’m all alone.”

I lick my lips in anticipation. “10 minutes.” Oh how I love a fan. “What’s your address?”

“151 Kayak Path” you giggle, “Hurry or I’ll start without you.” Whispering the last part nervously.

“151 Kayak,” I repeat. My penchant for palindromes causing me to drool over the address. “Why don’t you start without me then.” I chuckle, “I’ll just slip in like a thief in the night to steal your delicious innocence away.”

“Oh god I love the way you talk….hurry……I’ll be….waiting” you disconnect the call and I stare at the phone for a moment. This could be quite fun.

Not too long ago I was trapped in a dead end job with very little prospects for an intriguing life. But after being convinced by a couple of friends that my writing was good enough to do full time I took the plunge and dove straight into it. Six years and 38 million books sold later I had become a shocking success. The nature of my work shocked most that knew me. They had pigeonholed me as the mild mannered quiet and reserved type. While that certainly was the image I had been portraying for most of my life, it was really only a mask to keep people from being frightened of me. Now, after writing the inner most secrets that swam through my devious mind, I found that I had more fans than I would have ever imagined, most of which were women.

Slipping out of my hotel room I strode off down the hall, down the elevator, through the lobby, and into a waiting taxi. Once inside I rattled off your address to the cabbie I sat back into the seat and smiled. Smoothing over my pants and brushing my coat I pictured you in your bedroom teasing yourself in rapt anticipation of my arrival. I found my curiosity getting to me. I started to wonder what your nipples looked like, what the shape of your navel was, did you have any secret tattoos, and naughty piercings. What would your nether region look like. Would you be wild, delicately trimmed, or the bearer of a full out Brazilian. How would you smell, how would you taste, what delicious and delightful sensations would you share with me. Did you like it slow, soft, passionate, or did you prefer to be thrown over my shoulder and tossed onto the bed with wild abandon. Did you moan? Did you squeal? Would you squirm under the touch of my talented tongue? Would you pull my hair and beg for more, or would I pull yours and have you beg for more. I bit my lip and balled my hands into fists. The taxi has arrived.

I hand the cabbie a few bills and turn to walk up the sidewalk to 151 Kayak. A palindromic number followed by a palindromic word. If I was the swooning type, I would swoon over that alone. Once I reached the door I outstretched my finger to press the doorbell but stopped just shy of it. Instead I redirected my hand to the door knob and slowly turned it. It was unlocked, just as you had promised. The latch clicked and I swung the door in slowly stepping into the darkened front hall of your home. The fragrant wash of scented candles filled my nostrils with their pleasant fruity odor. The entire main floor was surrounded by them. There was a lit candle of various sizes on every surface available dimly lighting the room and keeping the feeling of exciting mystery alive. I slipped off my shoes and tossed my coat onto a nearby chair before standing in silence as I attempted to ascertain where you were. A muffled moan let me know where to go and I pushed the door closed, locked it, and headed up the stairs to your bedroom.

As promised I snuck up the stairs as quietly as possible, not wanting to alert you to my presence as of yet. I heard another moan and immediately felt the pressure of my own excitement pushing against my pants. Slipping up to the door to your bedroom I stayed there breathlessly, hear you mutter to yourself and moan once more. I push the door open ever so slightly and slowly as possible so you still are unaware of my existence in the house. I can see you now, splayed out on your soft duvet. One hand is holding one of my books, and the other is fiercely gripping a glass toy gently sliding it into your already moist and tasty looking pussy. I find myself now standing in your doorway, the door completely pushed out of the way. Your eyes are intent on the page though, and your hand is busy pushing the decorative dildo in and out of your sweet sex. You kick your head back and let another moan escape your deliciously kissable lips, flopping the book to the bed and fluttering your legs back and forth. Raising your head back up you now see me at the door and smile, “I started without you…hope you don’t mind.” you giggle.

May23 033

“I enjoyed the show.” I chuckle, “but I’d very much like to join you there.”

A wide grin shoots across your face and you slide the glass dildo out of your pussy, then motion me over to join you. Dutifully I walk up to meet you on the bed, standing directly in front of you the bulge of my erection clearly visible through my pants. “Someone’s happy to see me.” you say with another giggle, then tossing the glass dildo to the side. You swing your legs over the edge of the bed and sit directly in front of me. Lightly your hands run their way up my clothed body feeling my taut muscles hidden below the cloth. They run up the inside of my leg, gently across my bulge, feeling my organ straining against the fabric. Abruptly you unzip my fly and reach in to pull out my stiffening cock. Holding it in one hand you look it over, admiring it from each angle. The shape of the head, the ridge, the veins, the stiffness, the weight, you smile and look up at me. Without averting your gaze you slowly run your tongue down my thickness from the very tip to the sensitive spot where the shaft meets my balls. Gripping the shaft with your hand you delicately lick them each tenderly before expertly sucking one and then the other into your mouth. I moan my satisfaction as I drop my hands to your head, entwining my fingers in your hair in a subtle attempt to ensure you keep going. Slowly you slide your closed hand back and forth on my shaft, releasing one tenderized testicle from your mouth to allow you to engulf the head of my cock. The sensation shudders through my body and I feel my legs shake slightly as my grip tightens on your head. You respond by reaching your hand around my hip to squeeze my well muscled ass.

For a moment my mind wanders. I think of all the sexual encounters I’ve written about. All the exotic and erotic locals, the beauty, the desire, the craving, the tumultuously fervent releases. All the words I’ve written and scenes I’ve set without ever being able to experience them myself. My sex life was boring, bland, uninteresting. Could this be a pivotal moment? Could this be where my fiction becomes my reality? I look down at you as you work your mouth and tongue back and forth on my slickened shaft. A mass of hair, lips, hands, and tongue. Tantalizing my senses. Teasing my nerves. I feel my scrotum tighten as another wave of pleasure pulses through my body. At that moment the stress and irritation of the previous few days comes to a head. My blood rushes through my body and I can feel the beast I hide within me clawing at my mind roaring to be set free. “Ahhhhhhh fuck!” I shout in a blast of annoyance. You look up at me with a curious expression and I grip you by the shoulders, pull you up and then toss you back onto the bed in an angered rage of passion.

You lay there with a devious grin on your face. Your arms and legs splayed out and inviting me in to feast on you. I stare at you through hungry eyes, tearing off my shirt, ripping down my pants, casting away my underwear till I’m bare and naked. My engorged phallus pointing angrily at you. It’s head pulsing as if it’s breathing for itself. “Come here.” I command and you do as you’re told, crawling on all fours towards me, a smile on your face as you flip between looking at my cock, to looking into my eyes. As you reach me you extend your tongue and get prepared to take me back into your mouth, but I have other things in mind. “Turn around.” and you do so slowly, looking back over your shoulder at me as I stare at your nakedness. The curve of your back as it runs into your ass, the subtle sweep of your hips, you bite your lip and I adore you for it. With a rough hand I swing down in a quick stealthy motion to spank your cute ass. Your eyes open wide then return to your grin, wiggling your butt in approval. I grip your cheeks with both hands and knead them softly enjoying the silky smooth skin before I raise my hand and spank you again. I hear you squeak a little and then once more your smile returns and you wiggle in anticipation of more. I raise the opposite hand and spank once more. Then gripping your ass roughly I drop down and slither my tongue from your deliciously fragrant and very wet slit all the way up to your twitching asshole. Flattening my tongue over your ass I hear you moan and I flick at it like an evil serpent would it’s prey. With my tongue teasing you I release one of your cheeks and simultaneously pull my head back as I come down hard with another spank. The outline of my hand now visible in red even in the dim light of your bedroom. You shudder and wiggle your ass a little more, trying to show your appreciation despite or perhaps because of the stinging pain.

I reach up with my hand and grip your hair roughly pulling you back to me as I lean over you. I whisper into your ear before I bite it, “We’re only just getting started love.” spanking you once more then dropping down to tease your ass again with my tongue. With one hand I hold you in place and the other I run up your back, to your shoulder, to your throat gripping it with just enough pressure to make you tingle as I run my tongue between your ass and your tasty cunt. Good god I could do this forever. Hearing you moan, feeling you squirm, tasting your juices and inhaling your delicious scent. It’s intoxicating. All I want is more. All I need is more. Running my hand down your back to your hips again I free my other to run up the inside of your leg and cup your sweet sopping sex. You’re delightfully wet and I adore that. Slinking my finger up your slit then back down I can feel you writhe a little. You know what’s coming and you want it, badly. I run the tip of my finger up and back, then curl it and gently push my knuckle into your wetness. I smile to myself as I feel you push your body back to meet me. With my tongue still tickling your tender asshole I push my finger agonizingly slow into your hot tight wet pussy. You moan and writhe a little and I reward you by spanking your ass and then driving my finger into you again. Now curling it down inside of you I gently tease your g-spot and smirk as I watch your feet twitch on the bed.

Without warning I pull my finger out and you moan in disappointment. Gently I massage the now puffy lips of your sweet sex tantalizing your aching pulsing clit. Then again without warning I drive two fingers into your pussy, and with my thumb slowly rub little circles over your clit. “Oh Fuck!” I hear you squeal to my delight. Continuing the same motion with my thumb, again I curl my fingers inside of you gently tapping at your g-spot as I simultaneously rub your clit with my thumb. “Geez! Fuck..oh fuck!” you squeal again, but I’m not finished. I take the thumb of my other hand and wet it in my mouth. Placing it at your twitching asshole I rub it softly in little circles just as I do your clit, but before you can have a chance to react I gently push it into your tight asshole. Violently your body spasms as the combination of sensations begins to overwhelm you. I hold on and continue to drive my fingers into your pussy and my thumb into your ass. You writhe, you moan, and I hear you gasp, much to my satisfaction. I watch your body in the dim candle light as your back arches your mouth opens wide and then your hips begin to buck violently in the throes of another delicious orgasm. I slow my movements and allow you to recover briefly.

You drop your head to the bed, your ass still in the air and your body heaving as you gasp for air. I extract my fingers from you and laugh to myself. They’re completely coated with your juices and I love it. With my other hand I grip your hip and then throw you onto your side. You look at me with the dazed wonder of afterglow in your eyes and allow me to position myself at the spasming entrance to your glorious sex. Slowly I push into your tight still spasming pussy and I’m greeted by an long satisfied moan erupting from your open mouth. Inch by inch I slide into you gripping your hip with one hand and your ass with the other. I feel you move your hips from side to side, attempting to get me even deeper inside. You’re enjoying the feeling of my cock inside of you the fit so tight that you can almost feel my pulse through my engorged member. Sliding slowly back out I take stock of the sight in front of me. Such a beautiful fan you are. Your eyes meet mine and you smile but shortly after they fly open wide as I drive myself deep into you.

01 22 2013 012

My beast is loose again and I can barely contain myself. I drive into you harder and harder, your ass slapping against my hips as I go. I roughly grab your ass then spank it and fuck you again. You moan and writhe beneath me which only fuels the fire in my heart. I deftly take my thumb and slide it into your asshole as I fuck you. You squeal your approval and I feel your ass pulse around my thumb as I continue to drive into your willing body. I can feel myself alreadly losing control as my balls tighten to my body. It’s too soon though, and I want to make this last. Driving into you one more time I then extract myself and join you on the bed. You’re collapsed and on your side but want more of me. You want to show me how much you appreciate what my writing has done for you. How you’ve woken up this desire inside of you. How you’ve cast away the shackles of your old naive life and dove into this new you. The new you doesn’t feel shame from sex. The new you relishes it. You don’t feel the need to settle. The need to close down and subject yourself to the monotony of monogamy. You’re alive now. Awake and anxious to experience the depth and breadth of pleasure that is possible. Grabbing my twitching cock in your hand you engulf the head with your mouth once more, tasting the sweet mix of flavor from my excitement as well as your own.

I grip your head tightly and push my cock in and out of your mouth, enjoying the feeling of your tongue dancing around my stiffness as I do. With my thick member still in your mouth you direct me to lie down on the bed. As soon as I do you release me from your mouth, stroke me a few times with your hand, then immediately jump on top of me and lower your still soaking sex down onto my cock. I feel the puffy lips of your tasty pussy being pushed aside and feel the delicious hot wetness of your sex engulfing me. You let out a long protracted groan before raising your hips up again and pushing down once more. I look you over with intensity driving through my eyes. I run my hands from your face, across your throat, to your breasts which are moving to the rhythm of your motion. I lightly tweak each nipple between my thumb and forefinger enjoying the look on your face as I increase the pressure on them. Pulling each nipple slightly before releasing them I hear you gasp and can’t take any more.

Like an animal I grab you and flip you to your back, my body still between your legs. Sweeping under them I catch your legs under my arms and push them back towards you. You legs spread wide and you manage to mutter “Oh fuck” before I drive my cock as deep as it can go. A jolt of pain and pleasure shoots through your body as the unexpected deep penetration pushes into you. I pull out and drive again, then pull out wait for a moment, and when your eyes open to look at me I drive once more deep into your spasming cunt. “Oh fuck..oh fuck yes….fuck me fuck me Hard!” you scream and I indulge you. Picking up the pace of my thrusts the rhythmic slapping of my body into yours increases in volume and pace. You gasp and moan for more and I give you more. Then I move your legs together with your feet just next to my ears. Turning to one side I nip at your foot and then push deeply into you again. The angle is different and the pleasure is intense. I can feel your body start to spasm out of control. With my free hand I pull at one nipple then the other before pinning you to the bed. My hand on your upper chest and my fingers at your throat I continue to pin you down and fuck you just as hard. “Oh god..oh..f-f–ffuck” you moan, “I want you….I ….fuck…I…” you stammer and stutter as my body slams into yours, “I want….your…fucking….cum!” you manage to yell between thrusts.

Picture #18
Picture #18

It’s all I can do to hold on, with my fingers pulling on both nipples I slide into you a few more times. You beg me again for my cum and I can feel that I’ve lost control. The ache inside of me pulses and pushes through my body. I feel my legs shudder and spasm as the warm feeling washes over me. “No, no!” you squeal “I want to taste it.” My eyes fly open and I look straight at you, “I want to taste your essence!” Pulling out of your sloppy wet cunt I grasp my slickened cock and stroke it a few times. You lick your lips in anticipation and sit up to meet me halfway. Looking at me, then my shaft you smile and beg for it once more, “Give it to me….give me all of that sweet tasty cum!” and with that final request I feel the first blast of seed ejecting from my thick hard staff and landing onto your waiting tongue. You quickly gulp it down as another blast pulses across your lips, then another, and another. With dutiful diligence you lick up each drop and savor the flavor. “mmmmmm” you moan as you squeeze my cock and extract the very last drop. “Delicious.” you whisper.

“Anything for a fan.” I chuckle, then collapse beside you on the bed. With a smile on my face I know for a fact I’m going to miss my flight tomorrow. Cathy is going to be pissed.

06 19 2012 081

One-Forty or Less – Chapter 8

Chapter 8

The moment the two women’s lips met a charge of electricity funneled through each of them. Sasha suddenly felt her breath being stolen from her body as she tensed up with unexpected excitement. The feeling of Jessica’s lips on hers was so different but so terribly exciting.

Jessica cupped the back of Sasha’s head and curled her fingers into her long red hair. Sasha felt her heart leap into her throat. Introspective thoughts bolted through her mind as every neuron seemed to fire at once. What was going on? What was she doing? What was happening. She felt the soft soothing sensation of Jessica’s pursed full lips touching hers. She felt herself melting into them like fresh falling snow onto an open palm. Her own lips parted as Jessica pulled her close, kissing her deeper and with even more passion. Sasha’s heart started racing, her closed eyes fluttered open to see Jessica’s face so close to hers.

She pushed the brunette back in a panic, “Wait..no..what….what…are you doing?” she blubbered unsure of herself.

Jessica opened her eyes and looked at the pretty sweet redhead with loving tenderness. “Wow.”

“Wow?” Sasha replied, “That’s what you have to say? Wow?”

“Sorry, I don’t know what else to say Sasha.” Jessica admitted, “That…..that was my first ever girl-girl kiss.” she giggled and bit her lip looking at Sasha hungry for more.

“Your…..your first?” Sasha mumbled, “but I thought….what about your roommate?” she asked.

“I never got the guts to tell her.” Jessica admitted rolling her eyes sheepishly. “and now I’m glad I didn’t. That was…..perfect.” she whispered, running her fingers slowly over her lips closing her eyes and dancing through a sense memory of moment. “It was so much better than I could have dreamed.” she opened her eyes and saw Sasha open mouthed. Jessica giggled with nervous excitement. Staring at the redhead while she awaited her response.

Sasha smiled, “So I was your first?” and Jessica nodded. Sasha couldn’t help but feel a little honored, “Ok that’s kind of cool.”

“Did you like it?” Jessica asked quietly, desperately hoping for a positive response.

Sasha sat in silence for a moment contemplating how to answer the question. “It was…..different…but……nice.” she admitted. “I…..I think I liked it more than I would have thought.”

Jessica nodded enthusiastically. “Same!” she giggled. She clasped her hands over her face as someone might if they were about to say a prayer. “Wanna……wanna try again?” she smiled mischievously. The dam now had a small crack in it, and Jessica was aiming to break it open even further. Sasha bit her lip and looked at Jessica’s lips. She looked over her shoulder at the front door then back to Jessica. With a small tilt of her head she agreed and Jessica moved in for the kill.

This time she kissed with passion. She kissed Sasha the way she wanted to from the start. With her hands back on Sasha’s jawline she pulled the redhead close to her and the two explorers delved into a new world for both of them. Sasha felt herself falling away. Her body seeming airy, light, and flowing like a newly washed sheet hung outside to dry. She folded into the brunette allowing her to take charge while Sasha just rode the wave of sensuality. She opened her mouth wider and allowed Jessica further. No longer willing to stop at just the lips Jessica had snaked her tongue across Sasha’s lips and lightly played with the other woman’s tongue.

Sasha felt a twinge of excitement pulsing through her body. The combination of new, erotic, and taboo sensations were delectable. She heard herself moan into Jessica’s mouth and Jessica responded by only increasing the fervor of her attack. Sasha felt Jessica’s soft hand run down her neck and down her back eventually coming to rest at her hip. With each inch Jessica’s fingers travelled a new shiver ran through her. She broke from the kiss for a breathless moment and whispered almost in desperation, “What….what are we doing?” she asked the brunette with childlike wonder.

“Anything we want.” Jessica responded. She kissed her softly on the cheek, “No rules.” another kiss on the lips, “No worries.” another kiss but now on Sasha’s neck, “Just two people enjoying each other’s company.”

Sasha pulled back and looked into Jessica’s eyes. “This is crazy you know?”

Jessica nodded, “I know.” but then she smiled, “but you don’t want to stop now.”

Sasha grinned and nodded slowly, “You’re an awesome kisser.” The sensation of a woman’s lips were so much different than the last man she kissed. Frankly he was more of a boy than a man. Jessica’s lips were smaller, softer, and had no prickly stubble to deal with. It was heavenly.

She smiled, “Well you’re fun to kiss.” punctuating her sentence with a soft kiss to Sasha’s forehead before lowering her mouth back down to Sasha’s lips.

Sasha pulled away again, “I…..I don’t know if Iria’s coming back tonight.” she told Jessica in a whisper. “What if she comes in?”

“So what?” Jessica replied, newly empowered. Something she would have never said even two hours ago. “If she sees she sees.”

Sasha was suddenly panic stricken. Iria was an unpredictable one. She could either be really supportive, or she could be so supportive that she tells everyone. Iria didn’t really have a very good filter for this sort of thing. “I don’t know if I could handle that.” Sasha admitted. “I don’t mind the kissing but….”

“No I know” she sighted, “I understand.” Jessica frowned, “Want to move to your bedroom then? It’s more private at least?” she offered as calmly as possible. The anxious devil inside her wanted nothing more than to have the privacy so she could tear Sasha’s clothes off and ravage her with boundless affection; but as much as she wanted it, Sasha was far from ready for that sort of thing. Jessica knew full well she would have to tread lightly if she wanted to get further.

Sasha considered it for a moment and thought of saying no. She thought of calling it all off and just sending Jessica home. Her heart was still racing and her stomach churned with nervous energy but she found herself looking at Jessica and seeing her for more than just the woman she was. Steeling herself against her own fears Sasha nodded in agreement. She picked up the bottle of wine and smiled, “I still need a little of this.” she joked and Jessica smirked. Sasha stood up slowly and led the way back down the hall and into her bedroom. Her body filled to the brim with nervous excitement.

As she walked down the hallway she considered what was happening. Sasha had never thought she would ever try something like this, but maybe she wasn’t being honest with herself. How many pictures had she and Iria posed for where they were making kissing faces at each other, or holding each others breasts in some provocatively staged shot. How many times had they taken to the dance floor just to bump and grind with each other while an audience of men watched in excitement. Each time they did these things Sasha had ignored the real source of the thrill it gave her. Feeling Iria’s small hands on her body gave Sasha a dose of excitement each and every time. How had she ignored this for so long? She looked over her shoulder at Jessica who was following a couple paces back, no longer hiding the fact she was staring at Sasha’s body. She caught the redhead’s eye and winked. Sasha looked forward again and grinned like a cheshire cat.

Once she reached her bedroom door she held out her hand for a moment and held the knob. It was as if this was the threshold of a point of no return. If she invited Jessica into her room, that was it. There would be no going back. Sasha’s ears were ringing as her blood coursed through her body. Her stomach flipped again and she took a quick gasp of a air. “Here we go.” she thought to herself. She took a deep breath turned the knob and pushed the door open. The two women walked into the room in silence each with a drink in hand. Sasha turned and shut the door while Jessica softly strode into the room, placed her cooler on the nightstand and waited next to Sasha’s bed.

“I’m so fucking nervous.” Sasha admitted, then realizing she had something for that, took a big swig of wine from the bottle in her hand.

“Me too.” Jessica echoed, though her demeanor showed anything but nervousness. She looked calm like a coiled snake about to pounce on it’s prey. Ready to devour her meal in one fateful gulp. Jessica licked her lips in anticipation.

“You don’t look like it at all.” Sasha giggle nervously, looking back at the wine in her hand and trying to decide if another sip would be a good idea.

“Trust me,” Jessica reached out and placed her hand on Sasha’s shoulder, “I am.” she finished before stepping closer to her companion and kissing her deeply once more.

Sasha felt her body jump again at the foreign sensation but once more allowed herself to be taken on this ride with Jessica. Before she knew it Jessica had wrapped her in her arms and pressed their bodies together. Sasha could feel Jessica’s breasts pushing against her own. She could feel Jessica’s hands on her head, running down her back, and over her hips. Sasha squirmed briefly but fought her own fears to remain steadfast. Her lips parted slowly and she accepted Jessica’s tongue. She allowed it to dance within her mouth, teasing her own tongue, flicking at it and twirling around softly before retracting from where it came. Sasha pulled back from the kiss and took a quick breath, “Jesus fuck you’re a good kisser.” she said panting.

Jessica smiled serenely and stared at Sasha’s lips, then looked at her in the eyes. The connection between the two women was growing by the second and it was utterly intoxicating to Jessica. “Jacob always said that.” she giggled, “but honestly I love kissing you more.” she dove back into Sasha and kissed her again, running her hands through Sasha’s long red hair before stopping at the small of Sasha’s back. Jessica then ran her fingernails lightly up Sasha’s back and smirked as she shivered uncontrollably. Sasha pulled back and giggled again, but only to regain her composure and shake away the ticklish feeling. She waited this time for Jessica to return to her lips.

The sensations coursing through Sasha’s body were exquisite. She had never been kissed like this before, by anyone. It was as if she finally understood every sappy movie, every romantic comedy, every cheesy romance book all at once. This is what they were talking about. This is what they meant when they said they felt the earth move. She was living the moment that she never knew she was missing.

Jessica pulled back from the redhead and stared at her for a moment, “Are….are you ok? Do you…want me to stop?”

Sasha shook her head then reached up to touch her cheek, realizing that a few tears had streaked down her face. “I’m just….I don’t know…” But she did know. She knew that after this moment she would be chasing this feeling. She would never again be able to accept the dulled down monotony of a poorly placed kiss. She would always search for this feeling and she suddenly feared it would never happen again.

Jessica pulled her into her arms and kissed her softly on the cheek. “It’s….it’s ok. We can stop. It’s ok. I understand.” she whispered into Sasha’s ear her own pulse racing. Though Jessica seemed in charge she wasn’t. She was flying fully on instinct alone. She wanted more. She wanted everything from Sasha. She wanted her to be her first. She wanted to finally be free to feel what she’s desired all along. It was agonizing, but she knew she had to slow to Sasha’s pace. She knew that in a blink of an eye Sasha could turn around and decide this was too much for her to handle. Jessica held her breath and waited for Sasha’s response.

“No…I don’t want to stop. I….I want…..” Sasha paused for a moment to take a breath. She looked at Jessica and for the first time in her life she was truly honest with herself, “I want it all.”