Yearning Devotion

by Rachael Orman

  Gwen stepped out from under the water so McKayla could shampoo, rinse and condition her hair. McKayla gave her a good head massage as she did so. Their water slicked breasts rubbed against each other as she moved, making the blood rushed through both their bodies and making Gwen moan from time to time. After having Gwen lean her head back into the spray to rinse out the conditioner, McKayla grabbed the body wash and told Gwen to turn around so she could wash her body. McKayla pressed her breasts against Gwen’s back and pulled her hips back so her ass was pressed flush against her before reaching her arms around Gwen, trapping her arms to her sides. She rubbed suds over Gwen’s shoulders as she ran her lips down the side of Gwen’s sensitive neck. McKayla's hands slipped down over Gwen's large breasts, which she arched forward into McKayla's palms with a groan.

  “Look at how beautiful these breasts are.” McKayla pinched both nipples as she breathed in Gwen’s ear. Gwen felt a rush of heat between her thighs in response as she leaned her head back, closing her eyes. “My God, you are so sexy.”

  McKayla slipped her hands down over Gwen’s hips, all the suds now long gone from water beating down from the shower. Gwen slid her hand back between their bodies to find McKayla was just as hot and wet between her thighs as Gwen knew her own pussy was. She slipped her finger through the moisture she found there before sinking it as deep as she could, McKayla moaned loudly and pulled back on Gwen’s hips, which just pressed Gwen’s ass against her own hand that was slowly sliding in and out of McKayla. Gwen slipped another finger in and started moving them a bit quicker. She turned her head so that she could kiss her over her shoulder. McKayla’s hand slid down between her legs, while the other returned to pull on her nipple. She used her fingers to circle Gwen’s clit tenderly. Gwen started bucking her hips against McKayla’s fingers so she used more pressure knowing they were both getting close. McKayla broke the kiss so she could breathe, her lungs working overtime as her body overheated. Her knees locked, her nail raked over Gwen’s clit, her hand squeezed hard on Gwen’s breast as a fierce orgasm rushed through her. Gwen continued to gently pump her fingers in and out drawing out her pleasure.

  Once McKayla slightly recovered she shoved three fingers deep in Gwen as she bit down on Gwen’s shoulder which instantly threw Gwen into her own orgasm.

  Both women stood holding each other panting as the water washed over them.

  “I swear you fuck me better than any man ever could.” McKayla murmured against her neck, pressing a kiss there as she pulled her fingers from Gwen’s body. Gwen turned around and pulled her into a hug placing a tender kiss on her lips.

  “That’s cause most men don’t know what they are doing. I would know.” Gwen stepped out of the shower before running a towel over her body. McKayla quickly washed her own hair. "I know just what that sexy little body needs."

  Gwen handed a dry towel to McKayla when she got out. Gwen quickly spread lotion over her body then went to McKayla’s room to find new panties to wear.

  “You want to talk about it?” McKayla questioned leaning against the door to her room. She had wrapped the towel around her body, knotting it securely under her arms. This was their standard way of dealing with the nightmares that plagued them from their history and their jobs. However, each kept the jobs they had because it helped them chase those nightmares but every now and then it just all became too much.

  “It was a rough day at work. I had three clients today. Two were regulars, but one was a new client. He was impatient, tore my panties and bra off. Five minutes later, he was spent. He wasn’t the violent type, just over eager to finally get some, I’d guess.” Rolling her eyes, Gwen slipped on a black lacy thong and lacy black demi bra. She went to the bathroom and picked up her dress. Holding it up she noticed it was wrinkled badly from being on the floor in the hot damp bathroom. She clenched her hand around it and rested both fists on the counter, her head hanging down. "And then... Then I was waiting for the subway tonight to head back to my apartment when Cole showed up. We were talking, everything was fine then he said something about mostly working and I kinda sorta flipped out. I practically yelled at him about cherishing everything in the moment, how fast things change and you never know when you are going to lose something. And when he said it sounded like I lost something unexpectedly, all the old memories surfaced and I just had to get out of there. As if that wasn't enough, he followed and asked me to get coffee just so I could calm down before heading home to be alone. I haven't told him anything about you, not yet anyway. And he actually helped me forget for a while, even if he is a bit of a dominating untrusting jerk at times. He is rather easy to talk to. Once I noticed we'd been there for a while, I got up to leave. He escorted me outside and he gave me the gentlest sweetest kiss I think I've ever had in my whole life. Which stupidly only brought all the nightmares back to the forefront and reminded me just how much of life I missed out on."

  "Did you enjoy it?" McKayla questioned, clasping her hands behind her back. She didn't want to give away her uneasiness.

  "No. Well, I suppose… Ugh, yes." Gwen ran her free hand through her still wet hair as she let out a little frustrated groan. "I'm so completely torn. I love you to the end of the world and back. I can't have any feeling for someone else. Let alone a man."

  "Sure you can. Just because in the past you've only been around men that were undeserving of you, doesn't mean that you can't find a man that could also make you happy. And baby, I am willing to try anything if it will make you happy." McKayla ran her hands over Gwen's arms, pulling her back into a hug. "I don’t know this man and I don't want you to get hurt, but I do want you to be happy. If you need to explore a relationship with a man, then I'm willing to give to give my support where I can."

  Gwen leaned back into McKayla’s embrace. She was always there for her in every way that she needed someone to support and help her. Gwen didn’t know what she did in life to deserve to have the love of someone like McKayla, but having McKayla in her life had been the only thing that had saved her from letting her past take control of her. She turned in McKayla’s arms and pushed the hair off her shoulders before clasping her hands on either side of McKayla’s neck. “I don’t think you know how much I love and appreciate you.” Before McKayla could respond, Gwen held up her dress and said, "Well, I guess this is a sign that I should just head home instead of going to watch you at work. Which I guess is better since I have sketches to get to.”

  Gwen sighed, one thing about wearing clothes that her clients liked was that they tended to wrinkle easily and be hard to wash.

  “If you end up getting bored in your lonely apartment, you know where I’ll be all night.” McKayla slapped Gwen on the butt as she walked out of the bathroom to her room.

  “Just be sure to text me when you are on your break and when you get home so I know everything is fine.” Gwen slid her dress on. She gave McKayla a quick kiss before heading to the door. She called out before she left, "I love you."

  "Love you too." McKayla shouted back.

  Chapter 5

  The next morning, Gwen slid into her normal area of the subway car with her headphones already in. She sat with a notebook in her lap reading over notes she had written when a now familiar body sat two people down from her.

  Cole reached out and tapped the edge of her notebook hesitantly to get her attention as he leaned in front of the two other people. Popping her ear buds out, Gwen gave a small smile saying, “Good Morning.”

  “Morning. What are you reading there?” Cole tried to lean forward and see some of what she had hand written in her notebook. Sensing that she was in a good mood this morning and still speaking to him.

  “These would be my school notes. I have an exam today.” Gwen wiggled her eyebrows at him. “Super exciting, I know”

  “School? Really? What are you going to school for?” Cole scooted closer now that the two people between them had moved out of the way, whether because their stop was coming up or they were tired of being talked around, he didn’t
know or care.

  “Fashion Design. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do. I love using my hands to create something beautiful and unique.” She slipped her notebook back into her bag.

  “Can I see one?” Cole gestured towards her bag. “You know, if you have any of your designs in there.”

  Gwen laughed nervously, “Well, I have many. But they are just things I’ve been doodling. Nothing that’s even close to being a finished product or even meant for other eyes, but if you really want to see one...” Looking into his eyes, she waited for an answer, she wasn’t going to make him look at them if he really didn’t want to. But she saw curiosity and intrigue in his eyes. So, she slipped a different notebook from her bag. This one was black and the cover showed wear. It was obvious the book had been used quite often. Flipping through a few pages, tilting the book so he couldn’t see yet, she stopped on a page, tilted her head a bit, decided against showing him that picture then flipped through a few more pages before finding one she thought was good enough to share, even though it was rough. “Here, I’m not too embarrassed to show this one, I guess”

  Cole scooted close enough that his broad shoulder touched her bare shoulder and his thigh was pressed against the side of hers. He leaned forward slightly to get a good look at it. The outfit on the page was in black pencil. It was a woman drawn wearing an intricate weaving of ribbons to make up a dress. The ribbons started wrapped around her neck then separated to each side wrapping over each of her breasts and back behind to come back around crossing around the lower ribcage. Wrapping back around behind to reappear low on the woman’s waist to form to top of the skirt, which appeared to be a bunch of loose ribbons flowing downward to fall all the way to the floor, both legs of the woman visible to very high up the thigh, but ribbons weaved tight enough at the waist to keep her modest.

  “Wow, this is really good. You drew this?” Cole asked as his fingers traced parts of the design as he drew his eyes over it. He didn’t want to smear the pencil with his fingers so he didn’t actually touch the design.

  “Yes, just something I doodled up. I mostly do gowns.” Gwen blushed slightly. She didn’t show many people her work. She had just begun school and still had much to learn. As soon as Cole drew his hand back from her page, never once actually touching the pencil drawing, she closed the notebook and crossed her arms on top of the cover.

  “Have you been doing it long?” Cole asked.

  “For a few years. It was sort of a hobby I just started doing. One day picked up a pencil and started drawing. Sounds silly but it was like I just had to get this image in my mind down on paper. It wasn’t very good. But I just kept working at it and before long I had a stack of images. I guess that’s when I figured out that unintentionally I’d figured out what I wanted to do with my life.” Gwen shrugged and sent a half smile at him. “Do you draw?”

  “I don’t but I have an appreciation for those that can.” Cole used the back of his fingers to push a strand of hair back off her face that had come loose from her braid. Gwen was startled by the contact but found she enjoyed the way the skin on his fingers had just barely brushed against her cheek. “Do you draw anything else or just clothing designs?”

  “Just designs. I tried to draw a portrait once. It turned out horrible. It looked a bit like a Picasso only not half as good.” Gwen made a face and Cole laughed. She enjoyed hearing the deep rumble from his chest at the unexpected laugh that had escaped. She smiled back at him, she couldn’t help it. “So now I just stick to dresses. Sometimes I’ll do something crazy like draw up some shorts or a swimsuit. I guess I can only draw the things I see in my head not what I see with my eyes.” She laughed at herself. “If that doesn’t make me sound nutty, I don’t know what does.”

  “I get it. Makes total sense to me. It’s an artist thing.” Cole softly smiled at her. “So, what school do you go to?”

  “I go to the Fashion Institute of Technology. I just started there this year. I’m the old lady of the class at 27, but it took me a while to figure out exactly what to do with my life. ” Gwen noticed that Cole hadn’t moved away from her after viewing her pictures. They were still touched shoulder to knee as they sat next to each other, looking into each other’s eyes. Sitting this close, touching this man, looking into his eyes, did things to her body she wasn’t willing to admit. She forced herself to look away from those eyes, but she couldn’t make her body pull away from his.

  “Oh yeah, the old lady at 27? I would hate to hear what you’d say about me then.” Cole let out a laugh, running his hand through his short hair.

  “So, Mr. Cressley, just how old are you?” Gwen raised an eyebrow at him. She glanced up to see her stop was quickly approaching.

  “32.” Cole answered as she stood. Gwen slipped her notebook back in her bag and started to back away.

  As she made her way towards the door, she smiled broadly and scrunched up her nose while saying, “Oh yes, you are oh so very old.”

  The last thing Cole heard was her laughter as she disappeared into the crowd.

  Chapter 6

  Heading out from her last class for the day at 2pm, Gwen made her way to the nearby bus station. She would take it to the office to check in with her boss, Sam, before work.

  She only had to head west a couple blocks to get to the office in the middle of the trendy neighborhood called Tribeca, one of the pricier areas to live in New York. She took the elevator up to the second floor to the office of Finest Companions. Gwen started her work day or rather her afternoons and evenings here. Finest Companions is a high end escort service. Clients could pay to have company to an event or outing, or they could really dish it out and have a real good time.

  Gwen had been working there for four years. She had started as just a date for their customers, going out with clients to events or wherever they desired a pretty girl to be seen with them. When she learned the difference in pay that the girls made, she agreed to sleeping with the customers and she quickly became the ‘it’ girl of the company.

  Gwen didn’t enjoy having sex with men. But, in a way, this job actually brought her peace. Even though having a man over her shoving himself into her body reminded her of being held down by her rapist long ago, it was a totally different experience now. Now, she got to say which clients she would sleep with and she got to decide which acts she was willing to do.

  The company had nearly every detail planned out before hand, exactly what activities the client was and wasn’t allowed to even talk about while she was with them. These men paid enough they didn’t try to force any activity she hadn’t agreed to in advance. If there was something they wanted, the agency found a girl that was willing to do it, and didn’t try to force one of the girls that wasn’t willing to do the act. Plus, after 5 years in captivity, she’d learned how to take her mind away from the activities being done to her body. After 4 years as a companion, she had learned how to even make it seem like she was enjoying it. Not that it was painful, it just wasn’t enjoyable either. It was just a task to be done in her mind. Just like normal people might endure a harsh boss or coworker because it was just something they had to put up with for their job, that’s what sex was to Gwen. The hours, the money and the opportunities the money opened for her made it all worthwhile to her. The fact that she had complete and total control of the situation helped her push back the demons of the past. It was win-win to her.

  She knew most people would have a hard time understanding her choices, but most people didn’t live the life she had for the last 27 years. She’d learned to use her best asset to her advantage. She’d never believed having sex with a man was anything special. Deep down she hated men and this was her way of staying in control in her life.

  While it had started as an easy job because of her looks, it had then become a sort of therapy for her. Now she was only doing it until she could finish her schooling so she could work in fashion design. She needed a good chunk of money to start her own clothing line like she wanted to do after school
so she was saving little bits here and there.

  “Good afternoon, Sam” Gwen called out as she pushed through the door in to the wide open large room. She walked over to her section of the built in wall to wall closet. She started flipping through the rack to see what she had left to wear in there. Noticing that she was down to only a single clean dress, she would have to make a stop by the dry cleaners soon. She walked over to look at her calendar. Sam ran the office. She was the bookkeeper, made dates and appointments for all the girls who worked for Finest Companions. She knew what each girl would do or not do.

  Gwen took note that she only had an ‘appointment’ with two of her regulars this afternoon and that was it for the day. She decided to just keep on the midthigh length strapless cream chiffon dress she had on and the 4 inch platform slides with a bow over the strap on her toes. The dress was form fitting and underneath she wore lacy thigh pantyhose and a white garter belt. She had even taken the time this morning to paint her nails a nude brown color.

  “How’d the test go?” Sam asked, knowing Gwen had had a big exam today.

  “Excellent, pretty sure I aced it. But I won’t know till tomorrow for sure!” Gwen sat in the chair next to the desk Sam was working at. Sam was in her 50s with dirty blonde hair that she always had pulled back in a tight bun. She was always friendly to Gwen, but some of the other girls had issues with her because they simply didn’t know how things worked and Sam didn’t care for mistakes or slip ups. There was the girl who had a hard time not sleeping with clients that hadn’t paid for it or the one who tried to pick up new clients while out with paying ones. They were supposed to be more discreet than that and you never gave it out if it wasn’t paid for. There were strict rules that you had to follow when working for Sam. A big one was the no boyfriend rule. While you were employed for them, you were only allowed to sleep with the paying clients. If it was found that you had a boyfriend or were sleeping around, you were out of a job.