Part 4 (1/2)
”So,” Tess said brightly. ”Got a date yet?”
”Tonight,” I answered. I studied Celine's elegant, lean figure before she disappeared into the general manager's dining room, and remembered the feel of her along my back. My entire body goose-pimpled.
”That didn't take long.”
I glanced at Tess, and then blushed in response to Tess's knowing look. ”We, um, settled things earlier.”
”I thought you might.” Tess's expression was exceedingly cheerful. ”You seemed to be clicking.”
”I hope we do.”
”I meant it,” she said. ”I'd...”
I realized what Tess was referring to, and I wasn't sure why she was bringing it up. ”I know you would. I didn't want to bother... I mean, since Celine is... ”
”More than capable, I'm sure. And your type. I understand.” Tess took a big bite out of her slice of chocolate bread.
I felt confused but I didn't know why, which just confused me more. I tried to lighten the air with a jest. ”Well, whether she's my type remains to be seen, I guess.”
”Just be safe, okay? I've got to shower and change,” she announced, pus.h.i.+ng back her chair. She wrapped the rest of her dessert in a napkin. ”Did you want to demo stretching tonight?”
I nodded, taken aback by her abrupt departure. Tess was telling me to be safe? That was usually my line to her. ”Yeah, it's easiest.”
”I imagine the women will like it,” Tess added. To my relief she was smiling in her usual way.
”I imagine.” I winked at her and she looked about to say something, then headed off at high speed toward the dining room's rear exit.
I noticed more than one head turning as Tess went by. Men had always drooled over Tess, but this time there were several women with their tongues out and I felt very strange, very strange indeed.
I'd had time to shower earlier so didn't have to hurry anywhere before the evening entertainment. Clad in my usual Club Sandzibel muscle s.h.i.+rt, black biking shorts, club blue socks and white cross-trainers, I queued up with the other staffers in the main hall where all guests would gather for the orientation to the club and introductions. I was planning to slip in to see the pianist-singer-comic who would perform. We were all getting quite a treat, being entertained instead of the other way around. Celine Griffin was doing standup on Friday. It would be more lesbian-specific entertainment than I'd seen in the past half-decade.
Tess arrived just in time, her hair slightly damp at her scalp, but otherwise looking elegant as always. The lights went down as Randall, general manager and all-around jerk, took the stage.
In the dark I let myself think about what the night would be like with Celine Griffin. s.e.x was on my mind and it was hard to stop considering it. I realized then that Tess's light, s.e.xy cologne was wafting from her and I was practically taking hits off of it. I abruptly wanted Tess to pull me into the nearest private room and have me. I was wet and I could again hear her saying, ”So, you like to be teased.”
It was Celine I was going to be with, not Tess. Celine was a lesbian. Tess was straight. d.a.m.ned good in bed, sensitive, caring, compa.s.sionate, loyal, Tess was a friend. A buddy. Not a lesbian. I recalled with a s.h.i.+ver that shook my composure how I had choked out my begging plea that first night. I'd had enough teasing and I needed her inside me.
She had f.u.c.ked me from behind, with her fingers. I'd come fast and hard, my ears ringing with my choking moans, then felt her part my swollen lips with the tip of my favorite toy. She slid it inside me and muscles I hadn't known I had gave way with a gush of wet that made Tess gasp out, ”Yes, you like that, don't you?”
I put my face in the pillows and spread my knees so I could take the toy deep. Tess paused for a moment when I groaned.
”Do you like it all the way in?”
”Yes, don't stop!”
”Hard? Or slower?”
”Slower, but all the way.”
Her hair was on my back and it felt fabulous. We moved together for a long time and I became increasingly incoherent. Tess was going to take care of me, and it was as good as I'd ever had. As good as anyone had ever felt inside me. It was the same toy as always, I thought with bemus.e.m.e.nt. Same toy and yet Tess made it different. Better, somehow.
I needed to climax and I was nearly there. When I get close I can get anxious that it won't happen, that I'll get stuck turned on and high and not get the release. I put my weight on one elbow and reached between my legs with my hand.
”Let me,” Tess said. ”I wasn't sure... let me do that.”
Our fingers tangled over my c.l.i.t. I stroked past it several times, not quite touching, then Tess pushed my hand away. ”Like that,” I gasped.
”You really like to be teased, don't you? Touched near, around, against, but not right on it, yes?” Her finger circled my engorged c.l.i.t. ”I like to tease, but it is so incredibly hot to tease you while I f.u.c.k you, to do both at once.”
I cried out and felt the contractions start. My c.l.i.t was throbbing between Tess's fingers and she pulled me back into her arms, impaling me fully on the toy. I came on her thigh, quaking in her arms. Some minutes later I realized we were coiled on the bed in a heap, both sweating, and the scent of her cologne was all over me.
Tess nudged me to move up in line and I snapped out of my triple-X reverie. Moments later we were introduced as part of the ”energetic, fitness-for-fun trainers!” The boys always went first-sailing and water-ski pros, then the golf pro, tennis pro, and finally those of us who taught fitness and circus training. I never thought it was coincidence that the boys were in jobs with ”pro” commonly added to them. I knew it meant they had competed professionally, but still, it could rankle, especially when their hours weren't as strenuous as mine.
The ”pros” faded to the background and a burst of ”Tribal Dance” sent Jerry, Rajid and me tumbling across the stage, followed by Tess, Moika and Mark. Rajid and Moika's stationary trapeze work was exceptional and most of my acrobatics I'd learned from them. We all danced a little bit, then Jerry and Mark paired off to do strength poses while Rajid walked around with Moika draped over and under his shoulders. Tess grabbed me and bent me in half. I was the rag doll and Tess posed me however she wanted.
The hooting and clapping was definitely more soprano than I could ever recall. Tess had been right-our routine was approved by the ladies. When Tess straddled me to grab my ankles and pull them over my head I realized that my crotch was pointed at the room. I had a momentary panic that the fact that I was wet (again) would show, but then Tess quickly rolled me over. Just as well because my nipples were hard and really-I might want to get to know some of these women up close, but I didn't want them all to know that much about me.
I tackled Tess and put her through her stretches. Standing, she had one foot on the floor while I held the other pointed directly at the ceiling. My back was to the rest of the staff and the LOVE women were raising a riot. I couldn't help myself. I looked down at Tess's torso and gave the audience an appreciative wink.
After the howling abated I heard Tess ask furiously, ”What did you do?”
We joined the other staffers in line, finished with a few seconds of line dancing, then bounded off the stage, the quintessence of energy. The ”pros” were already in the bar, I was sure.
”I didn't do anything,” I told Tess. ”Except maybe make it clear that you are one beautiful woman.”
Tess regarded me open-mouthed. ”Why did you do that? Trying to get me a date?”
”No, I, not at all. I thought-I was just giving them what they wanted.”
Tess gave me the strangest look, p.i.s.sed off, flattered and flabbergasted all in one. ”I don't need help getting dates, Brandy.”
”I know that.”
”Sometimes I think you need gla.s.ses.”
”What does that mean?”
We paused at the door to the bar. It was our habit after introductions to grab a drink and mingle. It increased turnout and Club Sandzibel customer surveys reported that people who worked out were more likely to return for more vacations. Besides, it was more fun to lead cla.s.ses often than two.
A woman I'd noticed at the pool earlier paused next to Tess. Ignoring me completely, she said, ”Are we still on for that drink?”
Tess then did what I'd seen her do many times-but never before with a woman. She stepped a little closer, pushed her hair over her shoulder and gave the woman a slow blink that said yes was a possibility if the rest of the evening went well.
And then Tess went into the bar with the bleached-blonde tart!
When Tess went with some guy I watched for a bit, to make sure he seemed okay. I always told her to be safe. If I was the least bit concerned, I'd stop for a word or two, and give the guy the ”eye.” That was the look that said Tess had a friend who would remember everything about him and wasn't afraid to make s.h.i.+t up to the cops if it would put his sorry a.s.s in jail. I might be small, but from time to time I have been told I am scary.