by Sandy Lowe
I didn’t know what to do! I grabbed my head. It felt like it was going to explode. Heavens! Was she reaching inside me?
The feelings inside me kept getting sharper and sharper. I’d never felt this much before…
***
The cheers and applause woke me from my memories. Was it over already? I looked at Linda.
“That was wonderful, don’t you think?”
I nodded.
Linda gave me a playful push. “You slept through the whole thing,” she said with a giggle.
“I did not,” I objected.
“Then is it over or is this intermission?”
I looked around. People were standing, a few were stretching. None seemed in a rush to leave.
“Intermission,” I decided.
“Good guess. Now, what was the first act about?”
I took a deep breath. “Okay, you got me,” I admitted.
She laughed. She always knew when I wasn’t telling her the truth.
“All right. I’m going to get something to drink. Want me to bring you something, or would you like to come out to the lobby?”
“I’ll stay here,” I said. “It’s too tough to get this thing through a crowd.” That was one of the drawbacks of being in a wheelchair. You were always in the way.
“I’ll be right back.” She got up, squeezed past me and went out to the lobby.
***
“Now that you’ve tried it, what do you think?” Dianne asked as she held me in her arms.
“Very different,” I mumbled. I was still in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm I’d ever had.
“Yes, and much more for you and not just for him,” she whispered.
That was what I had thought. It hadn’t stopped just because my partner came. “What about you?” I asked.
“I got off just watching you,” she said with a grin. “You’re splendid when you come. I didn’t need more than that.” She hugged me tightly. “If we had more time, we could explore that, but I have to get you back to Joan’s or she’ll kill me tomorrow.”
“Then I shouldn’t say anything to her about this?”
“That’s up to you. You know her better than I do.”
I smiled up at her. Yes, from the way Joan had warned me, I didn’t think she’d take this very well.
Dianne leaned down and kissed me again. I could taste what must have been me on her lips.
“I wish you could stay a few more days,” Dianne whispered.
“Me, too, but I’ll have to think about this.”
“Don’t think too hard. You’ll think yourself out of it.”
“Really?”
“I hope not,” she said with a smile. She leaned in to kiss me again. “This is still illegal in many places. I could be fired—well, not here; the show business community is a little more accepting of these things—but we could both be thrown into mental institutions.”
“And just for making love.” I sighed.
“Yes,” she agreed. “Just for making love. Listen, if you come up here again this summer, let me know. Please?”
I simply nodded. I doubted I’d be back this year…
***
Linda came back and placed a can of soda in my hand.
“I didn’t think you’d want alcohol,” she said as she slid into her seat with a glass of something light amber.
“Thanks,” I whispered.
“So, has this place brought back a lot of memories?” she asked as she took a sip of her drink.
I pulled the tab on my soda. “A few,” I admitted. “I was thinking of vodka. That’s probably what started it all.”
Linda laughed at me. “I imagine being here is quite an experience for you.”
“Just being back in this town has brought back all sorts of memories. I can’t tell you how that week changed my life. If that week hadn’t happened, I’d be a straight grandmother right now, maybe even a great-grandmother, if my kids took after me.”
“Good God!”
“Yes, this was what turned me into a sex addict.” I laughed. “I couldn’t get enough. It made me want sex more and more.”
“Always with women?”
“Hell, no. I tried all sorts of men and women, but I always came back to a woman.”
“How many lovers have you had in all that time?”
“Women? I’m not sure, I never counted. It couldn’t be that many, though. We’ve been together for thirty-five years, so there couldn’t be more than ten or twelve.”
“Twelve?” she gasped.
“Yes, I was a real slut before I met you. See what you saved me from? How would I ever chase them around now?” I grabbed hold of the arms of my wheelchair.
“Is that why we’ve been together this long? Because you couldn’t go out looking?”
I had to chuckle. I’d only been in this chair for eight or nine years. “No, I finally found the one that fit right. It was a new experience. I’d never been in love before.”
“Right. You probably fell in love every night back then.”
“I still do.” I had to grin. “Except it’s always with the same woman and I don’t have to get up and go home the next morning.”
It’s a good thing the lights went down right then so she couldn’t see me smirking. Yes, Dianne had started it all, but I knew Linda would be there till the finish.
The Piña Colada Effect
Amelia Thorpe
Amelia writes romances within the LGBT genre and has previously had a gay erotic romance, The Accidental Purchase of Love, published with Vagabondage Romance in 2015. She also self-published an erotic romance, Breakdown Blonde, in June 2017.
Lindsey sighed in relief and closed her eyes as she settled down on the plane. Tash looked at her sideways, unsure what her girlfriend could possibly find relaxing about their budget airline seats.
“Stop being such a snob!” Lindsey was reading Tash’s mind even with her eyes closed now. Another worrying development in their ever-intensifying relationship.
“I’m not!” Tash shuffled in annoyance in her seat that clearly wasn’t made for anyone larger than a size ten. Possibly age ten.
Lindsey smiled, her eyes still closed, her face the picture of serenity. “It’s only for a couple of hours.”
“I know!” Tash tried to cross her legs, got her feet caught in the strap of her handbag, knocked her knee on the tray table, and tried not to shout in annoyance. She slammed the tray table back up and took a deep breath. Lindsey put her hand on her thigh. The woman in front of her turned and glared at her and Tash became aware that she was probably making more fuss than the woman’s toddler. She stopped fidgeting, resigned herself to being uncomfortable, and put her hand over Lindsey’s.
It was okay for Lindsey—she flew with work all the time doing God knows what, something to do with IT. And business. On their first date she’d asked Lindsey what she did for a living and immediately regretted it, and her eyes had glazed over within seconds. Tash was a gardener and would take any opportunity she could to avoid being trapped inside four walls. She smiled at their hands together, Lindsey’s perfectly manicured fingers interlaced with Tash’s grubby, calloused ones. Despite her best efforts to scrub however many years of dirt out of them, they were still tinged from the soil. Tash remembered the first time she’d noticed Lindsey’s nails, across the dining table, curled around the bottom of her wineglass. Tash’s eyes had shot up at the length of them and Lindsey had burst out laughing.
“Sorry, I didn’t know you were expecting that kind of date…”
Tash had flushed, mortified, and she’d stumbled over her next words. Lindsey had drowned out the sound of Tash’s stuttering apology with her loud laughter that had turned half the heads in the fancy restaurant.
“It’s okay,” Lindsey had reassured her when she finally gasped her breath. “I’m better with my mouth anyway.”
She’d given her a 100-watt grin over the table and Tash had given up trying to talk sense. It had been on their
third date that Lindsey had proved herself true to her word.
“Anything to drink?” The air hostess had nearly already flown past them by the time Tash had raised her hand. The air hostess reluctantly reversed back down the aisle to take her order.
“Can I have a cup of tea, please?”
“Of course, sugar?”
“No, thank you.”
Lindsey was rolling her eyes at her. “We’re on holiday!”
“So?” Tash asked.
“So, treat yourself! I’ll have a glass of prosecco, please,” she said to the air hostess.
Tash waited until the hostess had sped off down the aisle to reply. “Fake champagne in a plastic glass? Very classy, darling.”
“Don’t you drink enough tea on the job?”
“It tastes better when my hands are warm and there aren’t flecks of dirt floating in it.” She peered into her paper mug just to check and Lindsey started laughing.
“I should hope not. I mean know these seats are cheap but…” She took a gulp of her prosecco and gave a dramatic sigh of relief. “The first thing I’m going to do when we get to the hotel is book a massage.”
“Don’t lie. The first thing you’re going to do when we get to the hotel room is unpack and allocate drawers and space for everything.”
Lindsey stuck her tongue out at her. Tash grinned at her childishness, one of her favorite qualities about the supposedly super-professional and mature businesswoman she was in a relationship with.
When they’d gone back to Lindsey’s house for the first time, Tash had been horrified by the state of her house. She was sure that you shouldn’t be horrified by how tidy someone’s house was, but that night she’d fallen asleep in Lindsey’s spotless bedroom, under a duvet cover that subtly complemented the curtains and throw pillows, and she’d thought she was going to have to end it. She couldn’t be with someone so horrendously dull.
The next morning they’d had a water fight in the kitchen that had left them both collapsed on the floor against Lindsey’s state-of-the-art stove, soaked to the skin and giggling hysterically. She’d had to rethink her assumptions.
The holiday had been Tash’s idea, surprisingly, because Tash was more one to enjoy spending her spare time reclined in her own garden, breathing in the scents of the flowers. She had no need for the Mediterranean sun on her face that Lindsey’s colleagues seemed obsessed with. The problem was that if she didn’t take Lindsey out of the country or to a particularly high-reaching mountain in Scotland where the signal didn’t reach, her girlfriend’s phone continued to ring.
It would go like this. They’d be lying in the garden, reading and drinking, and Lindsey’s mobile would ring. Lindsey would answer and Tash would unsubtly roll her eyes whilst Lindsey popped inside “just for a second” to check something for one of her colleagues. She’d come back and at Tash’s pouting would turn the phone to vibrate. The same thing would happen half an hour later, with Lindsey mouthing the word “sorry” to her this time whilst trying to resolve the query. She’d then turn it completely silent. Half an hour later the phone would light up in Lindsey’s jeans pocket and Tash would storm inside in a huff.
“Come on, babe, you know I can’t turn it off…”
Tash thought a good compromise, aside from the first idea she’d had of throwing the phone into their elaborate water feature, was for them to go abroad. And to possibly take out the sim card when she wasn’t looking, if worse came to worst.
Tash tried to bite her tongue as Lindsey turned her phone off on the plane. “Oh my God, it does that?” She couldn’t help it.
Lindsey just gave her a sarcastic smile and threw her phone in her bag, apparently not allowing her to start an argument when they hadn’t even taken off yet.
Lindsey decided, after downing her class of prosecco, to sleep for the rest of the flight. Tash was left to sip on her paper cup of tea, reading a book that had “garden” in the title that her mother thought she’d like, and trying not to get irate at the baby screaming a few rows behind her.
Eventually they began to descend, and as the wheels touched the ground Lindsey jerked awake, looking around and smiling, fresh as a daisy.
“Oh, are we here already?”
“Yes darling, enjoy your nap?”
“Mmm. Think I needed it.” She yawned, looked over at Tash’s lap, and smiled.
“Enjoying your book?”
Tash was still only on page three. “There haven’t actually been any gardens in it yet. I’m a bit disappointed.”
Lindsey laughed. “She’s just trying to take an interest in your life.”
Tash just shook her head and shut the book.
“There’s no lesbians in it, I bet.” Lindsey smiled.
“There’s a woman main character. At least, I think she’s going to be the main character.”
“Let’s hope so.”
“Ladies and gentleman, welcome to Turkey. The temperature is twenty-seven degrees, we have clear skies and sunshine, and the time is 1330 here at the Dalaman airport. On behalf of Budget Airlines, I’d like to thank you for traveling with us, and we hope you have a lovely stay here in Dalaman. We hope to see you again soon.”
Tash shuffled in her seat pointedly and Lindsey laughed.
“Okay, fine. Next time, you can pick the airline.”
“It’s all right for you, you could fit two of you in this seat.”
Lindsey rolled her eyes and pulled her handbag onto her lap. Tash eyed the other passengers shuffling impatiently in their seats, the quickest few already taking up the aisle space, tapping their feet, eager to get out into the beautiful sunshine that called through the windows.
Eventually the doors were opened with a clunk, a wave of heat washed over them, and they were finally allowed out of their metal cage.
Lindsey stood up with a childlike grin on her face, clearly exercising extreme self-control not to push past Tash and all the other passengers and skip all the way to the holiday resort. They shuffled down the aisle and out into the stifling heat. She looped her arm through Tash’s and sighed.
“I’m so glad we’re here.”
“I’ll be glad when we get to the hotel and I can change out of these jeans.” Sweat was already pooling in Tash’s knee creases. She didn’t handle the heat quite as well as her girlfriend, who was already attracting the attention of the male security guard as she pulled her hair up off her neck, twirling it into a bun and pinning it in place with a pen from her bag. Tash leant down and kissed her already bronzed neck as they waited in the queue for passport control. She’d become far too used to Lindsey wrapped up in scarves, turtlenecks, and blankets, only catching glimpses of her skin when they cranked up the heating so high it made their bank account wince, or in the dim light of the bedroom as they tried to make love under the covers without accidentally thrusting a limb into the cold air of the bedroom. Lindsey hated the cold. Now Tash watched as her whole body relaxed and her shoulders fell as she drank in the heat.
Lindsey smiled up at her, then strode forward to the automatic passport machine. Tash watched with envy as her ever-traveling girlfriend conquered the machine in less than thirty seconds. Tash muddled her way through it, then followed Lindsey as she almost skipped out to the taxi rank. Tash tightened her fingers on the handle of the taxi door as they whisked off down the road at an alarming speed.
The hotel complex rose out of otherwise flat, dry landscape like a metropolis, beckoning even Tash, who had an automatic hatred of package holidays. She’d suggested more of a backpacking approach, but Lindsey had thrust her phone in Tash’s face, showing her the government website that suggested threats of terrorism, theft, and abduction. Tash had to concede that a resort might be a safer way to enjoy the sunshine in a somewhat unstable foreign country.
They were shown through the sparkling reception area, their suitcases were whisked off them, and they were taken up to their room. Lindsey saw the hot tub in the corner of the suite and squealed. Tash smiled, delighted in
seeing a grin on her girlfriend’s face instead of the constant frown that her work was making an almost permanent etching on her face.
Their suitcases sat waiting for them in the corner. Tash laughed as she watched Lindsey automatically go to unpack and sort her suitcase. When she clearly remembered Tash’s teasing on the plane she stopped and pointedly walked out onto the balcony, leaning on the rail and taking an exaggerated gulp of fresh air and sighing it out. Tash smirked, wondering how much it was killing her girlfriend not to have already folded up and put away her various bikini combinations. Tash peeled off her sweaty jeans and kicked them into the corner of the room by her suitcase and walked out onto the balcony behind her.
She wrapped her arms round Lindsey’s waist and laid her chin on her shoulder. It felt warm under her chin. Their balcony looked out over pools and sun loungers; completely child free, she realized with a grin.
“I think it was worth upgrading.”
“Mmm, me too. I feel so chilled already.”
Tash tried not to laugh, feeling the tension in her girlfriend’s body. It was slight, but she knew every muscle, every tension.
“Do you?”
“Yes, it’s beautiful.”
Tash wondered how far she could push her. She placed a kiss on the side of her neck, sliding her hand toward the top of her jeans. Tash managed to venture an inch under her waistband before Lindsey’s hand slapped down on her wrist. Tash giggled in her ear and put on her sexiest voice.
“Do you want to unpack and allocate drawers for all your different bikinis?”
Lindsey started to laugh and Tash could tell she was closing her eyes in embarrassment. Tash released her from her grip, stepped to the side, and left her a clear path back to the bedroom.
“You go unpack, I’ll open the bubbly.”
“You ordered us champagne?”
“No, but I’m about to.” Tash went back inside and dived on the bed, grabbing the phone and pulling out the room service menu.
Lindsey ran in after her, peering over her shoulder, not trusting Tash’s knowledge of anything drink related. She tapped her nail on the laminated cocktail section instead.
