by Sam Skyborne
“No buts,” Maxine said evenly.
Toni tried to sort through the multitude of emotions that bubbled inside. Emotions floating thick on alcohol and arousal.
“You’ll figure it out,” Maxine said, patting Toni on the shoulder. Then she matter-of-factly continued to clear the dining-room table.
The mood was calm, relaxed and verging on slightly melancholic as Toni, Maxine and Lizbeth were each caught up in their own thoughts. Maxine sat on the couch with Lizbeth resting, leaning against her chest, staring into her glass of red wine. Toni reclined in the armchair, also nursing a glass.
Maxine got up and went to change the music to something more upbeat and sexy.
Lizbeth smiled as she recognised the tune as the same one they danced that first night at The Vox.
Maxine moved the coffee table to one side and then gallantly held out her hand to Lizbeth.
Toni could tell Lizbeth was quite tipsy as she wobbled a little before she put her glass down and took the offered hand.
They started to dance together slowly, tentatively at first, but soon Maxine had lulled Lizbeth into a relaxed cadence. Toni could not hear what they were saying over the music, but whatever it was, it put a beautiful smile on Lizbeth’s face. Then Maxine swung Lizbeth out, inspiring squeals of delight, and pulled her back in, so that she faced away from Maxine. As they continued to sway to the music, they turned more towards Toni.
Toni was mesmerised by the scene in front of her.
Lizbeth had her eyes closed and was leaning her head slightly back against Maxine’s shoulder.
“Do you trust me?” Maxine asked Lizbeth.
Still not opening her eyes Lizbeth nodded. “You know I do.” She leaned her head back towards Maxine and they kissed.
That was such a beautiful sight.
Toni noticed Maxine’s hands stroke down each of Lizbeth’s arms and then up the inside of her sides, causing her nipples to harden under the soft silk gown.
“Keep your eyes closed and just let it happen,” Maxine said.
When Toni finally tore her eyes away from the beautiful sight of Lizbeth to glance at Maxine, she saw Maxine looking at her in a curious, but kind way, while she continued to gently stroke Lizbeth’s upper body over the silk material. Maxine’s hands meandered freely and eventually brushed over Lizbeth’s breasts, causing a little moan to escape.
Toni swallowed and tried to look away. But, she was transfixed and she could see Maxine’s eyes glued on her, daring her to keep watching.
Maxine reached past Lizbeth’s breasts to the gown’s belt. She tugged on it gently.
This stirred Lizbeth. She touched Maxine’s hand to stop her. When she opened her eyes she looked straight at Toni.
Toni dropped her gaze self-consciously. When she looked up again Maxine was whispering something in Lizbeth’s ear.
When Toni met Lizbeth’s eyes this time, Toni forced herself not to recoil or flinch. Instead, she smiled at her and continued to watch, biting her bottom lip as Maxine tugged at the gown’s belt until it gave way, allowing it to fall open, exposing more of Lizbeth’s chest and stomach.
Lizbeth closed her eyes.
Maxine jerked her head back slightly at Toni, encouraging her to come up and join them.
Toni did not move. She couldn’t dare.
Maxine jerked her head back again and stared at her in that daring way she had. Then she held out her hand in front of Lizbeth, beckoning Toni, daring Toni.
Finally, Toni drained her glass.
She got up, took Maxine’s hand and stepped up in front of them.
Maxine took hold of her wrist and guided Toni’s hand up towards Lizbeth’s chest, resting it gently in place, partly touching silk, partly touching Lizbeth’s soft smooth curve of her breast.
Toni almost forgot to breathe. She half expected Lizbeth to open her eyes and slap her.
Instead, Toni felt Lizbeth push forward slightly, pressing her hard nipple into the palm of Toni’s hand.
Oh God!
Toni felt frozen, trapped between an overpowering urge to break free and bolt, and a fierce fervent force pushing her to surrender and submit to her darkest desire.
The feeling of the soft cool silk and Lizbeth’s hard nipple pushing into her palm was unbelievable. Toni had never imagined it could feel so wonderful.
She glanced up at Maxine.
Maxine nodded encouragingly over Lizbeth’s shoulder.
Feeling slightly braver than she would have expected, she placed her other hand on Lizbeth’s other breast and gently slid her palms over the silk against both nipples.
This made Lizbeth moan and push forward a little more assertively into the caress.
Growing bolder, Toni gently slipped her fingers under the silk until her palms were now caressing pert flesh directly, causing Lizbeth’s breath to quicken.
Toni became aware of Maxine’s hand on her hip pulling her closer.
She took a couple of small steps forward until her and Lizbeth’s feet were interlaced and she could feel the warmth of Lizbeth’s body against hers.
Just then Maxine kissed Lizbeth’s ear, nipping it with her teeth, causing Lizbeth’s nipples to harden even more under Toni’s hands and another moan to escape her lips. Toni could feel the slight vibration of the sound resonating through Lizbeth’s chest.
Then, Toni became aware of a slight firm pressure between her and Lizbeth’s bodies. She realised it was Maxine’s hand between them. At first, she thought Maxine was pushing her away and she would have stepped back had it not been for Maxine’s other hand, still planted firmly on her lower back, pulling her in.
Lizbeth lifted her arms and rested them softly on Toni’s shoulders almost taking Toni’s breath away. In fact, Toni was surprised she even remembered how to breathe.
Toni felt the hand between them move. She realised it was on Lizbeth’s hip, stroking, sliding, teasing the top of Lizbeth’s thigh.
Toni finally forced herself to glance down.
Maxine’s hand fingered the top of Lizbeth’s panties and then slipped in and disappeared under the fabric.
Oh my God! Toni thought. She was convinced Lizbeth would open her eyes any second and all hell would break loose.
Instead a soft “Please!” escaped Lizbeth’s lips.
This sent shivers of arousal through Toni’s body.
“Fuck!” Toni whispered, when she realised they were so close that she could feel Maxine’s hand movements caressing Lizbeth and rubbing gently against her own clit.
Lizbeth’s breathing became laboured as she quickly got closer and closer to orgasm.
Toni could not believe what was happening. She was teetering on the edge, barely keeping the panic and the simultaneous overwhelming desire to kiss Lizbeth at bay.
As Lizbeth reached her peak, Maxine whispered “Open”.
Lizbeth opened her eyes and looked straight into Toni’s deep dark eyes as she came.
Toni felt like she was peering into Lizbeth’s soul. An overwhelming rush of love, affection and arousal flooded her being. Unable to resist any longer, she leaned in and planted her lips on Lizbeth’s.
Lizbeth accepted the kiss, soon devouring Toni hungrily. Within seconds she was riding out her tremors while clutching onto Toni.
Finally, Lizbeth collapsed forward onto Toni’s shoulder.
It was like coming home to Toni.
Toni stood like that, holding Lizbeth in her arms for a long time before she realised that Maxine had retreated to the couch.
Maxine sat sipping her wine watching them.
Toni had no idea what to do next.
As if she could sense her uncertainty, Maxine nodded towards Lizbeth’s bedroom.
Toni understood.
She picked up the drunk, sleepy, spent Lizbeth and carried her to her bedroom.
Toni gently lay the sleeping Lizbeth on her bed and tried to retreat without stirring her.
As she was about to leave, Lizbeth grabbed her hand and tried to pull he
r into a sleepy snuggle. “Stay,” she whispered without opening her eyes.
“It’s me Liz. It’s Toni. I’ll go call Maxine.”
“No, I know. Stay.” Lizbeth pulled her closer again.
Toni’s heart thumped in her chest. It was overflowing with joy. She carefully lay down on the bed next to Lizbeth, more out of fear that her limbs would collapse, than by design.
Lizbeth threw her arm around her to snuggle into her shoulder.
Within minutes they both were fast asleep.
Toni woke up.
Lizbeth’s sleeping form was still draped over her.
The bedside-clock read 3.13am.
Toni extricated herself from Lizbeth’s embrace and headed back to the lounge. She was conscious that their departure was quite sudden and potentially quite rude. She was worried Maxine might be in a bad place or at the very least cheated out of her bed for the night.
The lounge was dark and quiet.
Toni switched on the light in the kitchen.
There on the counter she saw a note, stuck under an empty wine glass. She picked it up and read it.
Take good care of each other. If you ever come to the States, you know where to find me.
Your friend.
Mxx
Toni took the note, turned off the light and retired back to bed, where she realised she had longed to be since almost the day they met—curled around Lizbeth.
THE END
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Simulation Synopsis
Set in a dystopian future when, after a decade of war, the United Kingdom is on its knees, ruled by strict martial law and where any 'deviant' behaviour like homosexuality or lesbianism is punishable in a manner worse than death--the perpetrators are forcefully 'reset'. Samantha Fielding, an emotionally scarred war hero, struggles to adapt to 'normal' life so she enlists in a top secret scientific research programme. Here, not only is she pushed way beyond her physical and emotional limits in order to unleash powerful and potentially lethal dormant human abilities, she also finds herself dangerously falling for the principal scientist, Dr Victoria Henderson - risking everything.
Simulation Excerpt...
Behind the one way mirror that clad the entire fourth wall of the gym was a dark, narrow room, illuminated only by the partial light coming through the darkened glass and the unnatural blue-green glow from the screens and instrument panels inside. A number of lab-coated technicians busied themselves taking readings and monitoring the numerous instruments, while others worked together in small groups which were focussed on putting the Subjects in the gym through rigorous testing. One Senior Technician per group was kitted with a microphone and headset with which to communicate with the orderly in the gym who was working hands on with the Subject.
The Senior Technician assigned to Jesse and Sam’s group was an older, balding man called Clive Trooney. “Push the gradient to max, clearly we have a tough one here,” he commanded.
Inside the gym Sam was sweating and working hard but not over reaching. Her military background, and self-imposed fitness regime, ensured she was always in tip top condition. However, despite Sam not showing any outward signs of discomfort, Jesse hesitated before slowly increasing the gradient.
“Orderly Wyatte, I said push the gradient to max,” Clive Trooney bellowed in his ear.
Sam sensed that Jesse was sparing her so she smiled and winked at him to let him know she was okay.
Jesse adjusted the gradient and speed upward and Sam easily picked up the pace. She was quite enjoying the opportunity to stretch her legs after the long wait in the queues and the tension build up from the various selection processes. The fact that she passed all of them with flying colours did not mitigate the fact that she hated doing tests in the first place. That was something she should probably start getting used to if she was going to continue on in this place, she thought.
An hour later. “Give her five. Clearly it’s going to be a long day,” Clive Trooney’s voice crackled in Jesse’s ear.
Jesse hit the “STOP” button and Sam slowed down to a jog and then to a walk. Jesse passed her a towel to dry off while he checked his clipboard.
“Pretty impressive,” he said.
“Since you’ve been staring at both equally long, I’m hoping you’re referring to my stats, not my tits,” Sam said keeping a straight face.
Jesse blushed profusely.
Sam broke the tension with a gentle punch to Jesse’s shoulder and they both laughed. She enjoyed having someone to josh with. It had been a very long time. Jesse, although he was a bit older, reminded her of the youngest member of her Unit, Private Danny Tritton. He was barely eighteen and had the same sweet, caring nature. He had been like a little brother to her.
Jesse led her over to the water cooler where she took a long cool drink.
As she looked up she saw the main door to the gym open and in walked the beautiful brunette she had met in the restroom. Sam almost did not recognise her because she was now wearing a white lab coat. Sam was instantly entranced by the memory of those captivating emerald eyes.
The woman headed over to the matronly orderly with the cropped ginger curls who had been supervising their induction that morning. The orderly smiled broadly and handed her a clipboard. Sam watched as they conversed over the notes. Finally, the woman smiled that intoxicating smile and turned to head back to the exit.
Sam realised that her mystery woman was about to leave, so she grabbed Jesse’s arm. “Who’s that?” she asked, not taking her eyes off of her.
“Who?” Jesse was a little startled by the firm grasp of his arm, but he followed her gaze.
“Oh, that. That’s THE Dr Victoria Henderson.”
“Do you know her?”
“In my dreams!” Jesse stood shoulder to shoulder with Sam, sharing their unspoken admiration of Dr Henderson who had been stopped just in front of the door by another orderly showing her something in his file. “Sadly, only of her. She’s the legendary genius behind this whole programme.”
Sam grabbed Jesse’s elbow and tried to drag him towards her quarry. “Take me to her.”
“Whoa!” Jesse slipped his arm out of her grasp. “Which part of unattainable did you not understand? She doesn’t tend to chit-chat to junior orderlies... or Subjects for that matter.”
“Why?” Sam asked, distracted by Dr Henderson’s grace and poise. Just then Dr Henderson threw her head back slightly and laughed at something the orderly said. Sam could not help smiling to herself. It must be wonderful to bask in that laughter.
“Well, mostly because she’s pretty busy,” Jesse said.
Sam was snapped back to the conversation but still kept her eyes glued to Dr Henderson.
“In any case, we don’t see her around here much anymore.” Jesse returned his attention to his clipboard to see what was next on the programme.
“Why’s that?”
“She spends most of her time in maximum security, on the Advanced Programme.”
Sam watched as Dr Henderson patted the orderly on the arm and headed out of the gym. Sam swallowed back her disappointment.
“What’s that?” she asked returning her full attention to Jesse.
“For an ex-marine you certainly do ask a lot of questions.”
“Some habits die hard
.” Sam was not about to explain her journalistic background. In fact, she thought it prudent to reveal as little as possible about herself while here. After all, she was an anonymous research Subject, only. The last thing she wanted was to reveal anything personal that could allow PhyCorp or any other interested party to track her down in years to come.
“How does one get onto this Advanced Programme?”
Jesse chuckled until he realised she wasn’t joking. “It’s almost impossible. Rumour has it that the first guy who came near to passing all the selection trials got discharged before anyone could say ‘pass me the clipboard’. A mate of mine saw him being dragged out muttering like a mad man that Aliens had abducted him. So, I know you don’t just volunteer.”
“Well, I just did.” Sam looked Jesse straight in the eye to make sure he knew that despite their joshing, she was being serious.
…
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