Part 22 (1/2)

In a low voice, Ashley said, ”Well, that puts a person off their food, doesn't it?”

Puzzled, I asked, ”What?”

”Well.” She gave a meaningful glance at the twosome, still holding hands. ”They're a little past it. It's not really a pretty picture to contemplate.”

I glanced at the couple again, and all I saw was stars in their eyes and affectionate curves in their smiles.

Before I could say anything, however, Odette said, ”Quite the contrary. I am really hoping to grow up and be as lucky as they are. Finding any kind of romance at any age is hard enough. I want to be one of them in another twenty years.”

”Yeah,” I agreed. ”What Odette said.”

And then I thought, ”So much for the three-way.”

Odette lived almost five hundred miles away from me, and the drive from Eugene to Sacramento could be perilous in winter and miserably hot in summer. This wasn't about tomorrow, I thought as we kissed our way to her cabin. But at least she believed that romance wasn't dead. There were possibilities with Odette, while a dead end had been all that Ashley had offered. I wanted some good s.e.x, but I also wanted possibilities if I could have them; so sue me.

”My roommate is a heavy metal groupie, and I've had the cabin to myself all week,” Odette explained as she unlocked the door.

”I need to use the restroom,” I admitted. Odette's cabin was an exact replica of mine, and I knew how to get inside the little bathroom and close the door without tripping over the raised sill or bonking myself in the head with the door as I freed it from its safety latch.

”I'll be right out here,” she said as I closed the door and locked it.

After taking care of my urgent needs, I studied Odette's toiletries. She used the same moisturizer I did, and I was relieved to spy some toothpaste, cap firmly on. I made sure it was cinched down just as much after I squeezed some onto my finger and swished it around my mouth.

There was rustling going on out in the cabin. Given the various comments made during the video, and the uninhibited body language while they were dancing, I was pretty sure what Odette was arranging. I s.h.i.+nnied out of my skirt, panties and bra, leaving on only my camisole, which was decidedly not long enough to preserve any modesty. I looked ready for sin, and I hoped Odette found that s.e.xy.

Trying to look anything but shy, I left the bathroom. Odette was closing the small closet door.

She looked at me over her shoulder. ”Well, don't you look edible.”

Leaving the bathroom light on behind me, I walked toward the bed that had been turned down in my absence. ”I hope you think so.”

I was about to turn around when Odette stepped up behind me. Strong arms wrapped firmly around my waist and warm lips nuzzled at my neck.

”I noticed, during the video, that you were breathing hard a couple of times.”

”So were you,” I said.

Odette's fingers found my nipples through the cami and she squeezed them firmly, making me s.h.i.+ver further into her embrace. ”Did you like the scene where that cute girly-girl was pounced on by her lover?”

”Mmm, yes I did.”

Odette pushed me forward onto my hands so I was bent over the bed. The sound of her zipper sent a hard chill up my spine.

”You're ready, aren't you?”

For an answer I reached between my legs and encountered her hand wrapped around a good-sized c.o.c.k. ”I'm very ready for this.”

”Then why don't you put my c.o.c.k inside you, hmm?”

She had lubed it heavily, and it was slick in my hand. I angled my hips, slid my feet a little farther apart and felt the head slip just inside me. And it felt really good.

”Am I the girly-girl and you're the big, bad girl who's gonna f.u.c.k my brains out?”

Odette pushed into me very, very slowly. ”That's right, baby. I have been thinking about doing this to you all day. And that movie...” She groaned as I pushed back to take her more quickly.

”That movie made you want to bend me over, didn't it?”

”Got that right.” She pulled out and this time shoved in so quickly I gasped. ”I'm not usually so freaking hot for it, but once I started thinking about looking at the gorgeous a.s.s of yours, feeling these-” She reached under me to squeeze my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, hard. ”I wanted to see how naughty you could get.”

”G.o.d, that feels good.” I braced myself for her increasing pace while moments from the video flitted through my mind. ”I feel like a very naughty girl tonight.”

”Yes, you do.” She punctuated each word with a sharp thrust of her c.o.c.k. ”You wanted to do it with both of us, didn't you?”

”Yes,” I admitted through gritted teeth. ”I've never done that and-d.a.m.n! Don't stop. I just wanted to get f.u.c.ked tonight.”

She leaned hard into me, pus.h.i.+ng my shoulders down into the bed. We'd found a rhythm and the position brought sensitive, responsive parts of me into constant contact with the bulk of her c.o.c.k. ”As long as we're clear about that. You're going to get f.u.c.ked.”

”Ye-es, yes,” I moaned. The backs of my thighs were starting to s.h.i.+ver and my c.l.i.t ached for attention in that way that made the inside of my c.u.n.t all the more wet and open.

There were several minutes where I'm not sure I said anything coherent, and her earthy, sweaty words boiled past my ears, making me hotter and hotter. She was suggesting that I play a starring role in every scene in the video we watched when I pushed up onto my hands, helplessly gripping her c.o.c.k with muscles I wasn't sure I'd ever used before. Of course I had, I thought a bit later, after I had collapsed on the bed with her on top of me. It had just been a while.

For the rest of the night we used the video as fodder for our fantasies. On top of me, on top of her, me on the floor, her tied to the chair, f.u.c.king with our hands and mouths-I was on fire and so was she. The lack of a porthole helped us lose track of time, but I wouldn't have been surprised to learn it was approaching dawn as she sprawled back across the damp, sticky bed while I licked and played between her legs.

”I love how red you are, and how tight your lips are.” I parted her c.u.n.t again with my tongue. ”And I love that you like getting your brains f.u.c.ked out, too.”

She laughed softly and cupped my head. ”I don't think I can come again, but your tongue feels incredible.”

”Is that a challenge?”

She moaned as I pushed my tongue inside her. ”We can do this again tomorrow night. Even tomorrow afternoon, you know.”

I savored the delicious taste and texture of her c.u.n.t. I wanted to go on doing that for a long while. After kissing her c.l.i.t, I raised my head to say, ”Pity we didn't run into each other earlier in the week.”

”There's quite a buffet of women on board-we might not have noticed each other then.”

”I'd have been a fool to have overlooked you.”

”I quite agree.” Her mouth curved in that easy smile of hers.

”I still wish we had more time.”

The hand on the side of my head pulled me back down to what I'd been doing. ”It's only about five hundred miles from Eugene to Sacra-f.u.c.k, yes, like that.”

She was thick and wet against my lips, and remained that way for the next few minutes. When we finally fell into exhausted sleep my last thought was about the possibilities.

Points of Departure Karin Kallmaker ”Smile, ladies!”

From my comfortable seat on one of the sofas lining the Piazza Casanova, I enjoyed the sight of yet another couple having their formal photograph taken. The dark-haired woman, six feet if she was an inch, was truly beautiful, and when she smiled it was hard not to believe she wasn't in films. Her arms were nestled around a curvy gal with an infectious smile. A hand casually cupped around a hip illuminated their intimacy.

They finished their time with the camera. The beauty said to the next couple waiting their turn, ”That's the first time we've taken a formal portrait.”