by Cecilia Tan
She pulled away, to give the girl a chance to recoil, change her mind, call for a hotel morality officer. But none of those things happened. Instead Shula offered her lips again. More forcefully now, Maddy swooped down, covering the girl’s mouth with hers. Prying open the red lips with her tongue, exploring with growing passion.
Shula reached for Maddy’s hand; raised it to her breast. Hesitantly at first, then with more boldness, Maddy explored the girl’s body through the material covering her. Shula started to remove her top.
“No.” Maddy commanded. “Don’t do anything just yet... I’ll... I’ll tell you....”
Shula nodded and lowered her hands, waiting with the calm grace that had drawn Maddy from the first. Uncertain of just how to begin, Maddy told the girl to remove her shoes, jeans. This left Shula standing quietly in just her tank top, shorts and half socks, all in plain white cottex material. Maddy studied her for a long moment: the honey colored skin, the full red lips, the small but perfectly formed breasts. She noted another small mole just above the swell of one of her breasts. Maddy caught her breath
Pulling the girl to the bed, Maddy felt a passion of such strength and determination that she knew it would almost be impossible for her to stop this now. If Shula should resist, or hesitate, or change her mind, Maddy didn’t know what she would do.
But Shula did none of those things. She went compliantly, willingly, stretching herself out across the thick quilts. She was so tiny, so beautiful, so exquisite that Maddy couldn’t resist touching her face and shoulders before lifting the material of the tank top up, up past Shula’s rib cage and uncovering her breasts.
Maddy had never touched another woman in this way. Her hands reached out almost as if they belonged to someone else as she traced the outline of the young breasts. Yet, as she stroked the honey-colored skin of Shula’s legs, arms, shoulders, she had never felt so much in her own body. Not even in the most intense moments with David had she felt this... this power and this helplessness. This control that was not-control.
“Oh, Shula,” she breathed. “Shula, I want to....”
“Yes, Maddy?” Shula murmured encouragement. “What do you want? Tell me.”
“I want to... devour you.” Stretching out beside Shula on the bed, Maddy pressed her face to the younger woman’s honey skin, inhaling the scent of her... something light and clean. She kissed her again, longer, harder, her tongue in Shula’s mouth conveying something of her urgency. Again, Shula guided Maddy’s hand, bringing it down to her breasts.
“Kiss them, Maddy, please.” Shula’s murmured. “You can touch me... anyway you like. Please.”
The tone of Shula’s voice, soft and low, husky with her own rising passion, drove any lingering hesitations from Maddy’s mind. She lowered her mouth onto the breasts that were like small, ripe apples beneath her hand. Her tongue traced the edges of the little brown nipples, standing up as if begging to be taken into Maddy’s mouth. Sucking one then the other, Maddy’s hands continued to explore, stroking and touching Shula’s belly and ribs.
Gradually, Maddy moved her hands and mouth lower and lower, finally slipping down the waistband of Shula’s cottex panties, brushing the soft, almost hairless edges of Shula’s sex. Shula lifted her hips, urging Maddy further. Pulling the white material off Shula’s body, Maddy found herself kissing the girl’s round bottom, soft and fragrant as the rest of her skin. Again Maddy slipped her hand into the soft darkness of Shula’s sex, turning so she could see the little clit as it raised up from the soft folds near the top of the vaginal lips. Maddy put her fingers on the sweet-sensitive spot, and began to rub it, as she loved to have hers touched. David rarely did that for her. Maddy often had to slip a hand between them, or when she was on her stomach, pleasure herself while David’s cock was in her in order to reach full orgasm. David never asked if he could do it for her. But Maddy happily, possessively, did it for Shula, causing the girl to squirm and make little cooing sounds.
Maddy was so excited she felt as if she could climax just this way, just by bringing Shula to orgasm. But she wanted to watch, to see the face of this woman as she came, to see the reflection of her own passion in Shula’s eyes. She raised herself up over the younger woman’s body.
Shula reached out a small hand to touch Maddy’s breasts as they hung over her. Fuller and not as firm as Shula’s, the nipples a pale rose color. Maddy still kept fingering Shula’s clit, her motions harder and faster now. The girl moved into it, raising herself on her elbows, she took Maddy’s nipples, one after the other, into her soft mouth. She sucked gently, tenderly, small baby sucklings, her tongue circling, circling the hard nubs.
Then Shula dropped back on the bed, clutching the bed covers tightly. Arching her back, she pushed her soft-moist cunt hard and full against Maddy’s fingers. Her eyes were on Maddy’s as she came. No crying out or loud noises, but soft, breathless, “ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...” over and over.
Maddy, more excited than ever, fell hard on top of Shula, holding her tightly, kissing her face, her neck, fondling her breasts and nipples. Maddy rocked to the rhythm of Shula’s soft “ahhhs” until she came in a long, hard spasm that started in her groin and exploded out of her chest in one cry that she muted, burying her face in Shula’s fragrant hair.
When her breathing was under control again, Maddy almost feared to raise up and look at her companion. She feared that Shula would realize the extent of the social faux pas they had committed and look to Maddy, as a member of the higher caste, to remedy the situation. To save their face. But all Maddy wanted was to lie here, holding this lush young woman against her until she had the strength to take her again.
She finally raised her head enough to look at Shula’s face, her dark hair spread in a wild stormy halo on the pillow. Her honey colored skin, flushed and damp. The white teeth showing through the red, ripe mouth that was smiling. Smiling down at Maddy with a look of satisfaction and contentment. “I’m a little chilly,” was all she said.
Reaching for the comforter, Maddy shifted around until she pulled Shula against her, the dark head pillowed on Maddy’s breasts. With the comforter over them, Shula cuddled against Maddy’s side. Taking one of Maddy’s nipples in her mouth, Shula gently suckled—allaying all of Maddy’s fears—until they both fell asleep.
‡
The light through the window showed a pre-dawn sky, clear and cold. Maddy sat in a chair, watching Shula as she slept, thinking about the ways to wake her. Yet, she also wanted the girl to sleep, wondering what kind of dreams Shula was having, if any.
Calling down to the front desk, Maddy was informed that her reservations had been confirmed for the first express train out of Detroit, expected to leave in the late afternoon. The rails, cleared of ash and snow, were once again magnetized as far as the Northwest Corridor and probably into Nuestra Donna Amiratsu.
Afternoon. With another look at Shula, Maddy pulled out her PNA and retreated to the bathroom. She checked in with her Corporation. No new developments as of yet. Some communications had been blacked out by the storm and one corporate satellite seemed to be off line. Probably a coincidence, but in any event there was nothing urgent from the Susaliis or the Enjeniros working on the Project. Maddy informed her pod-second as to her itinerary and gave strict instructions to contact her the moment any Project news came in.
With a sigh, she switched to her personal channel and checked in with her parents. They had received her gift recognizing their anniversary and understood why she wasn’t able to be there.
“That’s all right, petal,” her father smiled. “We know your importance to this project. Our branch leader has said we can hold off the anniversary dinner for a month so you can be with us.”
“Arlen is thoughtful that way,” her mother said. “We love hearing from you, dear. So nice of you to remember us when you’re so busy. We also got a message from David. Will he be coming with you to the party?”
“I rather doubt it, Mother.” Maddy did not want to go into all that a
gain. She’d told her mother that she and David were no longer together. That David had even transferred to another pod. But the extremity of it was such that her parents had almost refused to accept it. She’d explain it again another time. No point in using up her PNA personal monthly allowance in rehashing old material.
A noise from the other room made her bid a hasty farewell to her parents, promising to call when she reached NDA.
Shula stretched and smiled as Maddy came into the room. “Everything all right?” she asked.
“Fine. Just some Corporation business.” Maddy leaned against the lowboy. “Shula, did you say you weren’t assigned to a project at the moment?”
“Uhm hmm. My last assignment finished a few days ago. I have personal time. I’m just off to visit Click. Why do you ask?”
“Oh... just a thought I had. If you have nowhere that you need to be, you could travel with me.”
“But how? There’s no reason for a Bindari to get on the same train as you.”
“I could make you my personal assistant. Just a temporary assignment. You belong to which corporation?”
“Imhansco.”
“Ah, well, that’s easy then. My over-Corp owns Imhansco. There should be no trouble acquiring a bit of your time. You would earn extra work credits...” Maddy blushed a bit. “I don’t want you to feel that I’m buying you, but I could use a bit of help and I...”
“You want me with you.” Shula didn’t seem the least perturbed by the idea of a Condista acquiring her during some of her personal time.
“Yes,” Maddy replied simply.
“It’s haiku with me. I just go with things as they happen. And if I can acquire extra work credits, so much the better.” The girl stretched again, her bare breasts rising with the lift of her shoulders. Maddy’s mouth watered at the sight of them.
“Good. We leave this afternoon then.”
“What do we do in the meantime?”
“Get up and use the bathroom.” Maddy instructed. “Then I’ll show you.”
‡
Installing Shula in her first class cubicle on the train with express service to Nuestra Donna Amiratsu was not nearly as much of a problem as Maddy had feared. There was just too much hurry and confusion going on around the station for the train attendants to take more than passing notice of Maddy’s vague explanation. A quick, polite nod was all that Maddy received as she escorted Shula into the cubicle, still clutching her backpack.
The through trip to NDA would take nearly two days. And Maddy did find Shula to be more than useful. When communications were fully restored, questions about the Project and certain specifications for the final tests came pouring into Maddy’s PNA. Shula read through the topics and sorted them for Maddy. Her familiarity with PNA use was notable and Maddy remarked on it. Shula stated that she had been a line worker at one of their over-Corp’s PNA manufacturers. She had even worked on the ones that were sold to other corporations. Having been in the testing room, Shula naturally had done all the simulated programs for filing, sorting and storage, and even some for diagnostics and cross-machine access. Maddy rarely had to explain something more than twice to Shula, whose quick mind and pleasant personality made the time fly by.
And Maddy was thrilled to have the girl there where she could touch her—even if it was just to brush her hand or sit, thighs pressed together while Maddy was working on a problem regarding the underground moisture containment fields. The passengers in the other first class cubicles were busy with their own corporation problems and paid little mind to the activities of others. Maddy was tempted to see just how far she could push the intimacy in this semi-public setting.
She’d never felt so daring or bold. Her fears of being caught—not just having physical relations on the corporation train, but with a woman and of the Bindari caste at that—just added spice to the heat she felt whenever she looked at Shula’s mouth, or followed the line of her body, resting on the firm, plump buttocks encased in the inevitable pair of jeans. Maddy wished the girl wore skirts, so she could run her hand up the expanse of bare leg.
And Shula was not just a passive receptacle of Maddy’s passion. She found a dozen ways to brush against Maddy enticingly, to let her fingers stray over Maddy’s breasts. Once, dropping the stylus to the floor, Shula knelt down to retrieve it and pressed her lips against Maddy’s ankle, then licked it, her tongue pressed through the silk against Maddy’s flesh.
Maddy nearly cried out. Smothering it quickly, she pulled the hem of her dress higher so Shula could reach the soft inner flesh of Maddy’s knees and lower thighs. Maddy wondered what it would be like to have Shula lick her off right there on the seat. And Shula, as if reading Maddy’s mind, looked up from her place between Maddy’s silk-clad thighs waiting for Maddy’s nod or some sign of encouragement to continue her tongue’s journey. But Maddy, mindful of the ever-busy attendants and other first class passengers, gently pushed Shula away.
And with only a moment to spare. An attendant knocked at the door with the lunch that Maddy had ordered. The most delicate of noodle dishes, garnished with herbs, tiny vegetables and full of oysters, shrimp and chunks of lobster. She watched Shula eat the dish with simple pleasure and delight that seemed to be the girl’s great gift. Maddy’s own interest in the food was increased with Shula’s enjoyment.
A drop of pale sauce hung at the corner of Shula’s mouth. Maddy motioned her with the napkin to come closer and as Shula bent towards her, Maddy suddenly felt compelled to lick the hanging drop from the girl’s mouth. She did so, then covered Shula’s mouth with her own in a burst of passion. So overcome by the lust that swept over her, Maddy feared she might faint. Never, never had she felt this way with David. A passion so fierce, it gave Maddy a feeling of strength and physical awareness she had never even imagined.
Shula melted into Maddy’s kiss, her tongue running around the soft underside of the older woman’s lips. Reluctantly, Maddy pulled away, gesturing to return to the meal. She took up her chopsticks and fed Shula some of the dish, watching the little pink shrimp—the very color of Shula’s sex—as they disappeared between the beautiful lips. The small mole shifted slightly as the girl sucked in each delicate piece.
Picking up a mushroom—small, brown, penis shaped—she held it far enough away from Shula’s mouth that the girl had to lean forward. The long thin ends of the lacquered sticks gripped the mushroom, cap first, before the luscious red lips. Shula’s tongue darted out and delicately licked the end of the fungus, tracing its rim lovingly, before pursing her lips and sucking the little fungus into the wet opening of her mouth.
Maddy dropped the sticks and pushed Shula back against the seat, closing the cubicle door. Maddy pushed up the dark sweater, the soft cottex undershirt and sucked Shula’s nipples into her mouth as the girl had done with the mushroom, running her tongue around them lavishly, then hard and flat against the round brown buttons. Shula’s breath became rapid and she “ah’d” softly. Maddy bit the right nipple, not hard, but with a sharp telling bite, enough to make Shula gasp. But the girl did not cry out. Maddy liked the quiet in Shula. Shula did not strain at Maddy’s physical touch. Soft, hard, gentle, rough—Shula melted into it, never struggling against it, accepting Maddy’s attentions and explorations as if she were a soft piece of molding material—bendable to the will of the user, but at its essence always the same. Shula’s pleasure came from her acceptance of Maddy’s passion in whatever form, as Maddy’s came from the control of the situation.
Reluctantly, Maddy sat up and eyed the girl, laying back against the seat, one arm thrown over her forehead, the other hand quiet at her side. Pulling the sweater down, Maddy rang for the attendant. Without haste, Shula sat up, her eyes on Maddy.
Maddy instructed the attendant to clear the food away and leave only the rich berry sorbet and the coffee. “We... I won’t be needing anything else before the evening meal,” she said. The attendant’s eyes flicked once to Shula then back to Maddy. Maddy, secure in her superior position returne
d the gaze directly. The attendant, giving a very proper bow, cleared the cart away and closed the door of the cubicle behind her as she left.
As soon as the door lock clicked into place, Maddy turned back to Shula. “Take off your clothes,” she directed. Shula immediately stood and took off her clothes, without hurry, but without hesitation. Maddy gestured Shula to sit on the long seat next to her. Sorbet dish in hand, she and Shula ate from the same dish slowly, exchanging berry sweet kisses and soft caresses. Maddy dipped her fingers in the rapidly melting iced dessert and rubbed the cold stickiness on Shula’s nipples, tracing them over and over.
“Oh, Maddy,” Shula breathed, only once, her eyes half closing, her mouth parted. Maddy leaned down to lick the rich sweetness off the nipples. She pushed Shula down to a prone position on the narrow seat, one leg resting on the floor, Shula’s cunt with its soft light covering of brown hair, lay as parted as her mouth. Maddy, perched on the edge of the other seat, her knees nearly touching Shula’s body, took the bowl and spoon. Shula’s breathing was fast, hot and expectant, as Maddy lifted the silver ladle and dripped a long trail of the iciness on the girl’s body, down her stomach to the hot folds of Shula’s labia, letting it drip down top to bottom and into the soft folds of her sex. Shula’s moans were faster and more urgent. She lifted the leg that was on the seat and lifted her hips a bit so that the melted liquid dripped down to her buttocks.
Maddy dipped her fingers into the syrupy liquid left in the bowl and brought her fingers to Shula’s lips. The girl eagerly sucked the stickiness from Maddy’s fingers. Then Maddy’s mouth kissed the sweetness from Shula’s lips before following the berry-flavored trail on Shula’s nipples, stomach, down, licking all with way down before dipping her fingers into the last of the slushy mixture. Scooping it up, Maddy rubbed its coldness onto Shula’s clit, then down into the soft folds of Shula’s cunt. Shula gave a gasp and twisted on Maddy’s fingers. Maddy pressed her mouth on the girl’s cunt, licking with long hot strokes all around the soft folds. Pointing her tongue, inserting it into Shula, then began licking, licking, licking her way back up to the clit, slurping up the sweet stickiness of her until Shula twisted and reached for Maddy’s hair.
