Girl Crush

by R. Gay

  Hooking my fingers up slightly, I stroked back and forth across her soft, grooved flesh. I could feel tremors of excitement shuddering up through her hips as I pulled and teased, pulled and teased, circling my thumb against her clit and savoring the delight of having Madison more or less at my mercy.

  When her whistling breaths changed to agonized whimpers I decided I should give her some relief. I lowered my face between her legs and kissed her with the same enthusiasm I had given her lips. I didn’t nibble her delicate flower or gently lick her lollipop or exercise any of the other half-assed, maddening efforts at oral sex that had been tried on me. I didn’t tease or toy with her any longer. I dived in and devoured her cunt. I gave her the tongue-screwing I’d always wished for myself: hungry, grating, unrelenting. And I loved it. I loved the taste of her, the smell of her. I worked her pretty pink clit with my tongue and jaw until her shoulders shook against the back wall, her legs trembled against the counter and her whimpered pleas turned into gasping wails. She clutched and clawed at my hair as each suspended wave arched through her. Frankly, we were both quite impressed with ourselves.

  After we’d taken a minute to catch our breath, Madison traced a wandering finger along my upper arm. “Change is good?” she asked. I leaned my head against her chest and thought about my recent turnaround change in attitude. “No doubt. Change looks pretty and shiny.”

  RUNNING AWAY AND RUNNING HOME AGAIN

  Annabeth Leong

  Kevin drove us back to his house after we got off our shifts at the restaurant, but I hesitated as he pulled into the driveway. “Maybe you should take me home,” I said.

  He parked and turned to me, dark face shaded darker by the shadow from the porch light. “Come on, Selma. I’ll make you breakfast in the morning.” He put his hand on my knee, slid it up under my skirt, and switched to Spanish. “Jamon. Huevos. Te quiero.”

  I slapped at his hand, catching his fingers before they could get under my panties. “Okay. But wait until we get inside. I don’t want your creepy roommate watching us.”

  “Dave? You didn’t hear?” He pulled his hand out from under my skirt, dragging his nails along my inner thigh and laughing at my gasp. “His woman came home. They’ve been locked in the bedroom since yesterday morning. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

  Kevin got out and came around the car to open the door for me. “I thought you said she wasn’t coming back,” I said. He shrugged and pulled me up out of my seat and into a kiss.

  “Let’s just get inside,” I said.

  As soon as we opened the door, I heard her voice, moaning like I have never moaned. “I didn’t know a woman could make sounds like that,” I said.

  “Is that a challenge?” Kevin asked, raising an eyebrow.

  “I don’t know about that.”

  He pulled me into his bedroom. “I want to hear you make those sounds,” he said. “You just close your eyes and pretend you’re Barbara.”

  I giggled and shook him off me. “That’s weird,” I said.

  Kevin pushed me onto his bed, pulled my panties down and buried his face between my thighs with unusual vigor. I cried out in shock and heard an answering groan rising from Barbara. At the sound of her voice, a shiver went through my body, and my legs spread wider. “There you go,” he said, and locked his lips around my clit.

  I moaned back to her. She let out a series of sharp moans that I found myself imitating. My body moved to match the sounds we made. Kevin groaned at the same time as Dave, flipping me over and pounding his cock deep into me with one thrust. I turned my head to the side and kept up the conversation with her.

  I pretended I was her. I imagined Dave behind me working me over with a thick, veiny prick. I screamed as I came. As my cunt continued to flutter around Kevin’s cock, I tasted her name in my mouth and in my mind: Barbara.

  Kevin fell asleep with his arm over my stomach, trapping me with its sticky length. We finished long before Barbara and Dave. For hours, I lay awake listening to her sighs, curses and sobs, trying to imagine what she looked like.

  Sometime after midnight, the house went silent. A door down the hall opened and closed. I froze, realizing we’d left the door to Kevin’s room open. The footsteps down the hall sounded light, so at least it wasn’t Dave.

  I saw her as she passed, a flash of creamy skin that seemed to glow in the night. Barbara was tall, completely naked, with thick black hair that fell halfway down her back. She stopped in the doorway and looked in on us. I snapped my eyes shut, heart pounding and body burning at the thought of her seeing me. The footsteps passed away a moment later, but I was afraid to open my eyes. Blood roared through every part of me until I fell asleep.

  Kevin was gone in the morning. I rolled over in bed, feeling sticky, smelly and let down. Christ knew when he’d last washed his sheets. I opened one eye to check the time. I didn’t have to be back at the restaurant until the dinner shift at three. Kevin must have forgotten what shift he had to work when he’d promised ham and eggs.

  I hauled myself up out of bed and looked around for my clothes. I pulled my bra off the windowsill, retrieved my underwear from the shelf where he kept his Xbox, and found my top and skirt crumpled on a pile of unopened mail. I heard a creak from some other part of the house and realized the damn door was still open. I slammed the door shut even as I thought I heard a woman’s laugh.

  I dressed, pulled myself together as much as I could with the compact mirror in my purse, took a deep breath and went out to the kitchen.

  “How are you getting home?” a familiar voice said. “The only car out there is mine.”

  I rounded the corner and saw her in the light for the first time. Barbara leaned against the counter with a coffee cup in one hand, looking me up and down with a knowing expression. Her thick black hair curled slightly at the bottom and matched her eyes exactly. She was maybe five years older than me.

  “Do you want breakfast?”

  “I should get going.”

  “For Christ’s sake. Sit down and have breakfast with me. I’ll give you a ride home after.”

  I nodded. She fried eggs and bacon and poured coffee. My mind couldn’t take in all of her. I would stare at her hands, then give up and shift to her shoulder or the nape of her neck. The silence between us began to stretch. I went ahead and asked, point blank. “Where did you go?”

  She set a plate in front of me. “I thought Dave must have been telling everyone. You really don’t know?”

  I shook my head. “He didn’t talk much about it to me.”

  Barbara’s eyes drilled into mine. “I was with his best friend, Paul.” She closed her eyes, looking older for a moment. “I knew it was going to kill Dave, but the sex was too amazing. That was all I wanted to do with that man. I lost ten pounds in two weeks, just from sex.”

  “Sounds like Dave plans to help you keep up the exercise program.”

  She smirked. “Doesn’t have it in him, but he is trying.” Barbara drained the rest of her coffee, not bothered by the heat. “Ten pounds,” she repeated. “From sex.”

  “Why did you come back?”

  A wrinkle appeared in her creamy forehead. “Dave called the house about three times a day. At first he made threats, and we laughed at them, but then he started sounding really pathetic. He’d call and beg for Paul to send me home, saying he just wanted everything to go back to the way it was before.”

  “And you couldn’t handle it?”

  The wicked glimmer came into her eyes again. Her full, pink lips puckered. “Paul couldn’t handle it. He told me I had to go. I spent a couple weeks staying with a friend, and things got… wild. I got tired of it and decided to come home.”

  She shrugged lightly, as if to show that the devastation I’d seen in her wake hadn’t really been all that heavy. I smiled nervously. I wondered if it could possibly be true she’d had enough sex in two weeks to lose ten pounds.

  Barbara stood. “Hurry up and eat so we can get you home.”

  I ro
de my bike to Kevin’s house the next Saturday. I didn’t know his work schedule for sure, but if I had been honest with myself, I would have known he wasn’t home. Barbara opened the door.

  She studied me, seeming to inspect every sweat stain and blemish. I always felt I caught glimpses of some inner cruelty hidden behind her eyes. “You don’t drive?” she said.

  I shrugged. “Long story. But no, I don’t. My license is suspended.”

  Barbara grinned. “Party girl? I wouldn’t have known.”

  “I’m not a party girl anymore,” I said, sighing. “If I’m good, I’ll get my license back in another six months.”

  “Kevin’s not home,” Barbara said. “But you should come in.”

  Inside, three lawn-sized black trash bags dotted the living room, drooping and spilling their contents on the floor. I saw a studded leather collar, a pink sweater, and the kind of stuffed toy that comes out of a crane machine. “What’s going on?” I said.

  “Dave picked up my stuff from Paul’s house today. I don’t think anyone was killed. But I do think Dave’s out drinking now.” She gave an inappropriately hearty laugh.

  “Need any help sorting through all this?”

  “Actually, there are a bunch of clothes I was going to give away. Maybe you would want them.”

  “I don’t know if they would fit,” I said.

  “I was your size before I was with Paul.” She took me by the wrist. “Come try them on.”

  Dave and Barbara’s room smelled sour with sex. The sheets had slipped half off the bed, and stains on the mattress showed this must have happened days ago without either of them bothering to fix it. Clothing had exploded all over the floor, and a dresser next to the bed leaned against the wall at a 45-degree angle. Barbara took in the damage with a secret, victorious smile.

  She hefted another trash bag from the floor and spilled its contents onto the soiled bedspread. I looked up at her, startled.

  “Jesus,” Barbara said. “Don’t be a grandmother. Try something on.”

  I touched the pile slowly. I couldn’t discern any recognizable piece of clothing in the flimsy mass of sequins and netting before me. I lifted a bit of blue spandex and wondered where exactly it had gripped Barbara’s body. “What do you suggest?”

  She rolled her eyes and tossed me something gold. “This would look good against your skin.” I caught it and hesitated. Barbara made an impatient hand gesture. I turned around and removed my shirt.

  My whole body warmed as I felt her eyes on my back. I dropped the shirt somewhere in the sea of clothes and swallowed hard. Reaching back to undo my bra strap, I imagined my hands were her hands, and froze as I realized what I had been hoping for since I first learned Barbara’s name. She stepped up behind me and brushed my hands out of the way.

  I closed my eyes and moaned as she loosened my bra and it slid off my body. I leaned back against her. Barbara stopped and pushed me upright. “You are too much,” she said. I couldn’t read her tone. She unsnapped my skirt and yanked down my underwear. “You shouldn’t be so shy,” Barbara said, tugging at the gold fabric still in my hand. “Put this on.”

  I stepped into it, a ridiculous one-piece that began with a thong at the bottom, then continued with two thin straps traveling up the edges of my stomach to a wire that lifted my breasts but left them uncovered from the nipples up. It fastened with a tie around the neck. I stared down at myself, again imagining that my body was Barbara’s. I wanted to touch myself all over.

  “Are you going to let me see?” Barbara said.

  I turned around. One of her eyebrows went up. I felt triumphant for a moment, until she burst out laughing. “I didn’t know you don’t shave,” she gasped. I looked down at myself, seeing the thin gold strip of the thong lost within a forest of wiry black hairs.

  All the blood that had been between my legs went up to my face and ears. I swallowed hard and pulled together as much dignity as I could. It was enough that I could take the garment off slowly and find my clothes on the floor before fleeing to Kevin’s room. Barbara’s laughter followed me down the hall.

  Kevin came home from work and found me playing Xbox, shooting mutants in the head in Fallout 3. “I didn’t know you were this good,” he said.

  “I wasn’t until now,” I said, focusing on another critical hit. “I’ve been playing since eleven a.m.”

  “What’s the matter?” He sat next to me and put his arms around me. Grease spatters from the fryers at work had covered his forearms with little sores. “You mad they didn’t put you on the schedule tonight?”

  I rubbed my head against his tight black curls. “Nah, I let Carole have my shift because she needs to make rent. I’m fine.”

  “You should tell me when you get a day off,” he said. I knew why I hadn’t told him, and whom I’d wanted to see. I put down the controller mid–critical hit. Kevin turned my head to face him and met my eyes a few seconds before nodding and pulling me to my feet.

  He kissed me once, slowly, his lips full and sticky against mine. I kept my eyes open, gauging his reaction to me. He seemed wary and pulled back. “Want me to close the door?” he murmured.

  I shook my head. “I don’t think anyone else is home,” I lied. I locked eyes with Kevin and slid my skirt down my hips, discarded my shirt. It was easier with him. I knew he’d be spellbound.

  I pulled my bra straps down over my shoulders and rolled the cups down one at a time to tease him with flashes of nipple. Kevin grinned, stepping forward to touch me. Shaking my head, I steered him to sit at the foot of the bed so his back was to the doorway. My thumbs hooked into the waistband of my panties, rolling them down inch by inch.

  “Dios mio”, he breathed. “You shaved your pussy.” He grabbed me and pulled me to him, running his hands over the new smoothness between my legs. The sensation on my sensitive skin was almost too much to bear. I gripped his shoulders and cried out.

  Kevin leaned in and licked the fold at the top of my thigh, then licked across the skin to nip my clit, which stood out bright pink at the top of my cleft. I shrieked but snapped my head up at the sound of a creak in the hallway.

  She stood in the doorway, leaning her head against the frame, a big grin on her face. I didn’t want Kevin to see her there. I pushed him flat and sat on his face. He moaned some words I couldn’t make out. His tongue pressed hard between my pussy lips, worked into my vagina, swirled a wet trail over the entire region between my thighs. I pretended it was hers. I gripped the top of Kevin’s head and pulled him tighter against my cunt, and he groaned again.

  In the doorway, Barbara reached for the buttons at the front of her dress and undid them one by one. She shrugged and the dress slipped to the floor. Underneath, she wore the gold outfit I had tried on earlier. I groaned and reached behind me for the button at the top of Kevin’s jeans. He bit a little when I touched his straining cock. As soon as I freed his cock, I moved down his body and slammed my cunt down on his prick. Kevin let out a strangled cry, which I silenced with a kiss. I licked all over his mouth, tasting myself, then looked back up at Barbara.

  She slipped a finger inside the thong, rubbing it against her clit. A moment later, she slid her finger between her lips. I changed my rhythm riding Kevin, slowing and curving the path of my hips so my clit pressed against his pelvic bone every time I took his length. My eyes glued to Barbara, I came. My body clenched around Kevin’s cock so tightly that I had to close my eyes. I rippled there while he bucked frantically under me.

  I opened my eyes when the orgasm passed, and Barbara was no longer in the doorway. I looked down at Kevin, who grunted and gasped as if this were the fuck of his life. Without her there, the excitement drained out of me. I watched his face as I waited for him to finish.

  I didn’t see Barbara again until the next Saturday when she invited me to party at a friend’s house. Her eyes glinted with a mischief that made my guts churn.

  “Where’s Dave?”

  “Honestly? I think he’s out again. Maybe he’s
got another girlfriend.”

  “Why would he? You…” I trailed off.

  Barbara laughed. “Now that I’m back, I don’t matter anymore.” She looked at me sideways. “Not to him, anyway.”

  It was a hot night, the air full of bugs. They congregated around the porch light, getting in the way as we got into Barbara’s car. They spattered against the windshield as she drove and buzzed in my ears when we parked in her friend’s driveway. Barbara opened the door to the house without knocking. I shrank from the wall of noise and smoke.

  Every woman I saw wore a skimpy little costume. There was no shortage of men, dancing with the women, touching them. Raucous laughter rang in my ears, a thick layer of sound spread underneath a heavy dance music beat.

  “You are so naïve,” Barbara said. She took me by the wrist and pulled me through the crowded room to a chair in the corner. She turned me to face her and slowly wound her arms around my neck. She bent her head down to whisper in my ear. “How badly do you want me?”

  It was an obvious question, but I didn’t have the voice to answer it. I shook my head, feeling her hair against my cheek as I did.

  “You don’t want me?”

  “I’ve never done anything like this before,” I admitted. She made me feel small and pathetic. I wondered if Dave and Paul felt the same.

  “You seemed like you knew what you were doing last week.”

  “I’m not here to get humiliated.”

  “Then do something about it. Give me a lap dance.”

  “In front of everyone?”

  “In front of me,” Barbara said. She sat in the chair, watching me with brazen challenge on her face.

  “I’m not dressed for it.”

  “So take off your clothes,” she said.