Bidding War

by Julia P. Lynde

  I smiled at her.

  "Is your brain working yet?" she asked.

  "We'll see."

  She sat down, set the torte between us, made her first play, then picked up her fork and took a piece of the torte.

  She won, but it was a very close game. When she totaled our score, I looked at her and said, "I'm getting better."

  "You are." She smiled. "I am proud of you." Then she began grinning and stood up. She reached out and pulled me to my feet, and the bedspread stayed behind on the sofa.

  "Hey!" I said, beginning to blush.

  She didn't say a word but pulled me back to the bedroom. She shoved me onto the bed and began kissing me. She shoved me backwards onto the bed and arranged me, then began nipping my nipples while her hand immediately strode to my clitoris. I immediately began squirming.

  She trailed a line of kisses, then apologized. "I'm sorry, but I don't have any patience left." Seconds later, her mouth was over my vulva, and I felt incredibly self-conscious.

  What if I tasted bad? What if she didn't like it?

  She lifted her head, "Oh my god!" she said. "I love the taste of straight girl!"

  I laughed. "I don't think I'm straight anymore."

  "Let me have my fantasies," she said, burying her face between my legs again.

  She was very expert with her mouth. With just her lips, she parted me, then her lips and her tongue began to tease my clitoris, and I started to go frantic immediately. I was still sensitive from all the attention earlier, and it took very little time before I was panting with the sensations she was giving me.

  Then she switched, and her tongue slid up and down my slit, offering new sensations, not as intense, but still very squirm-inducing.

  Finally she thrust her tongue inside of me and somehow found a way to lip my clitoris a couple of times while doing it. She teased me like that for a while before switching back to my engorged, sensitive clitoris.

  I moaned and squirmed and then the orgasm slipped into me, just a trickle at first, then an explosion.

  "Gwendolyn," I moaned. "Gwendolyn. Oh god, Gwendolyn," I said quietly, desperately, my entire body surrendering to the waves of bliss she had given me.

  She waited until I had subsided before moving back up me, kissing me, finally coming to my mouth.

  She put her hands on both sides of my face, kneeling over me, and said, "This is what you taste like?" And she was kissing me.

  I tasted myself on her mouth right away. At first I was grossed out a little, but the endorphins were still rushing through my body, and I became hungry for my taste from her mouth. I sucked on her tongue when she offered it, then flicked my tongue against her lips and teeth before she pulled away.

  "You taste amazing," she said to me, collapsing down next to me.

  "That seemed quick," I said, smiling over at her.

  "It was. I was a little surprised, actually. I normally do better. Sorry."

  "Don't be silly."

  She let me lie still for a while, this time curling up into me as I lay on my back. We snuggled for a while.

  "Gwendolyn?"

  "Are we doing this again?"

  "I surely hope so."

  She reached over and pinched a nipple. "Ow!"

  "Gwendolyn?"

  She said. "Yes, Pamela?"

  "Will you tell me what to do?"

  "Yes."

  "Will you untie me?"

  "No."

  "If I ask nicely?"

  "No."

  "I could untie myself."

  "Try."

  So I did.

  It took me about three seconds to realize I couldn't remotely reach the knot with my fingers. Then I tried to reach it with my teeth, but I couldn't twist my arms around enough to reach. She stayed on her side with her head propped in her hand, watching me.

  I tried using my teeth to slip the rope off my arms. I got nowhere.

  Then I sat up and tried to use my toes. That got some real attention from her. I could tug on the knot, but I couldn't untie it.

  Finally I turned to face her. "I could cut it off."

  "Yes. Or possibly find a way to hook something into the knot and release it. But it's not like I'd let you do that." She paused. "If you ever cut one of my ropes off, and it's not some sort of emergency, I will probably be annoyed. If you are able to untie it without cutting it, it's my own fault."

  I nodded.

  I rolled onto my knees. "You're still wearing too many clothes."

  She laughed.

  "Will you teach me?"

  "Yes."

  She got up and told me to sit on the bed, then stepped away and began undressing while I watched. She started with her nylons and panties, sliding them down her legs and tossing them to casually join mine on the floor. Then she reached behind herself and unzipped the dress. She gave that a little more care, setting it on the chair with mine. Her bra joined the nylons and my bra on the floor. Then she stood in front of me. I licked my lips while staring at her.

  "Tell me how you feel about this," she said.

  "You're beautiful."

  "I'm old."

  "You're not old."

  She stepped closer. "I am wrinkled, and I sag while you are still pert."

  "I don't care."

  "I will only get older."

  "Will you get fat?"

  "No, but I will sag more."

  "I don't care. Do you?"

  "Yes. I don't want to be ugly."

  I sighed.

  She paused. "I am a woman."

  "Yes. I figured that out."

  "Don't be pert. Would you rather a man was here doing these things with you?"

  I looked at her. "I don't care what gender you are. I'm here with you."

  She thought about it, then stepped closer and lowered her mouth to mine. It was a sweet, soft kiss, but I mewled into it anyway. She hugged me afterwards.

  "I don't know what to do though," I said. "I've never really been invited as an active participant."

  She stepped away and crouched down to look me in the eye. "Lie there and let him do what he wants?"

  "That's all any of them seemed to want. Hold my legs up, make appreciative noises."

  She sighed then stood up and kissed me. This time it was much more needy, and when she broke the kiss, I moved to her neck, then traced kisses across her shoulder. She tasted like, I don't know. She tasted delightful.

  I moved my mouth to a breast, using my bound hands to cup it and hold it. My lips found the nipple, and I treated it very gently.

  "If you are very careful," she said. "You can use your teeth. Just a little."

  So I did, and she squirmed. "Yes, do that again." I did. "And your tongue." I flicked at her, then nipped before sucking more firmly.

  "Ohh," she said. "Nice."

  I felt her nipple become engorged in my mouth until I released it and moved to the other one. I treated that one the same as the first. She made sounds of appreciation.

  I pulled away and looked at her. "If you fake, I won't know, and it will be your fault if I learn wrong."

  "I never fake," she said, looking down at me. "Please don't stop."

  I went back to what I was doing, but then I lowered my hands, sliding them along her skin, arching my back a little, then crouching to slide between her legs.

  "Slow down," she said. "Take your time. We have all night."

  I pulled away, and her breast dropped away from me. "I'm sorry," I said.

  "Shhh. Keep kissing for a while."

  So I did, kissing the gap between her breasts, then little teasing kisses across both breasts, then using my hands to help, back to her first nipple. I stretched and kissed the underside of her jaw, then waited for her to offer her lips.

  I flicked my tongue against her lips, then invaded her mouth, and we moaned together.

  She climbed onto the bed, sliding past me to lie down on her back, arranging a pillow. I pulled her hands, one at a time, above her head, and she opened her eyes, watching m
e, smiling.

  "Close your eyes," I told her.

  She did, and I briefly kissed each lid, then nuzzled her neck before letting my hands trace up and down her sides and across her belly, soft, fleeting touches.

  "Tickles," she said.

  I brushed her face with my hair and she giggled.

  "Playful."

  "Nervous."

  "Don't be," she said. "Whatever happens now is fine. It's the journey that matters."

  "But-"

  She opened her eyes. "No. Whatever you do now is perfect. Soft, sweet, whatever feels good to you. You'll be able to tell if I enjoy it. Don't make an orgasm the goal. Just try to make me feel good. I might orgasm, I might not, but it will feel good, and that's what matters."

  I smiled, kissed her lips briefly, and she closed her eyes.

  I spent a long time stroking her, humming to her, and kissing her. I teased her nipples and kissed her pelvis. I stuck my tongue inside her belly button, which made her giggle. I left a row of kisses down the outside of one leg, then snuggled and kissed her feet a while. She seemed to like that quite a lot.

  "You like this?"

  "Yes." She paused. "Kissing my feet is submissive."

  I kissed them some more and she moaned.

  "You can nip gently," she said.

  So I did, very gently. She squirmed, but she seemed to like it.

  On the way back up, I kissed the inside of her legs. As I got closer to her center, she spread them for me. I kissed up the inside of one leg, but then kissed against the bone of her pelvis. "Not yet," I told her.

  She whimpered.

  "Soon."

  I gave her nipples more attention, then her lips, then nipped her shoulder very gently.

  I stroked her with my hands, drawing closer and closer to her crotch, but with them bound, I couldn't use my fingers effectively. I think she knew that. She smiled when I tried.

  "What are you going to do about that?"

  "Ask you to untie me."

  "No."

  "I would be better with my hands. You were."

  "You were too ready. I had barely gotten started. You surprised me. I can hold you at the peak forever until you'll promise anything."

  "With just your mouth?"

  "I guess not. I use my hands, too."

  "Untie me."

  "No. Do what you can while still bound. Whatever you do is enough. I like you bound."

  So I kissed her, then traced a line of kisses directly down her middle until I was poised over her center. I could smell her musk wafting up to me. I bent over and kissed once, and she spread her legs.

  And for the first time in my life, I looked directly at another woman's sex, from a much closer position than I've ever seen my own. I set my mouth over her, and she squirmed.

  I took some practice, but I finally parted her labia and found her clitoris waiting for me.

  She was wet with her juices, and she tasted sweet and musky, and I suddenly needed to fill myself with her taste. I began sucking and slurping, running my tongue from her clitoris all the way down her slit as far as I could, filling my mouth with her taste before returning to her clitoris to tease it with lips and tongue.

  "No biting," she said. "But oh, that is so nice."

  She squirmed and flinched, then said, "Yes, more, just like that. Suck harder."

  Soon she was squirming and panting before she said, "Can you slide your tongue into me?"

  I lowered my mouth and stuck my tongue out as far as I could, slipping into her vagina, wriggling it. I need fingers would be better, but she jerked and thrashed, then said, "Now the clit. Pamela, now, please."

  I moved to her clitoris again, flicking my tongue against it a few times before wrapping my lips around it and sucking and teasing.

  Then she reached down with a hand and pressed my face more firmly into her crotch, guiding me slightly, but mostly just asking for more pressure. I gave it to her, and her panting increased.

  "Yes. Yes. Pamela. Oh god. Yes. Oh. Oh. Oh...."

  And then I felt a small flood of fresh juices coat my mouth, I inhaled them and continued to suck until the pressure on the back of my head relaxed, and she fell still.

  Slowly I withdrew from her, kissing her softly.

  She had tasted amazing.

  "I know I wasn't very good," I said.

  "Shh," she said. "Don't ruin the buzz. Kiss me."

  I shifted and kissed her. She sucked her taste greedily from my mouth, then I collapsed next to her, snuggling into her.

  We both fell asleep.

  * * *

  I woke some time later. Gwendolyn was pulling out from underneath me.

  "Please don't go," I told her.

  "Bathroom," she said. "Am I invited to stay?"

  "Yes. Untie me?"

  "No."

  Then she disappeared into my bathroom. I squirmed under the covers and was waiting for her when she came back, carrying my comforter. She spread it over the bed, walked around the room blowing out candles, then slipped between the sheets with me.

  She pulled me into her arms, and I cuddled up to her.

  "Are you all right?" she asked.

  "Yes."

  "Regrets?"

  "No."

  "Are you sure?"

  "No." I paused. "Was that an eleven?"

  She burst out laughing. "I highly doubt it," she said after a moment. "Probably a five."

  "I'm talking about the one you gave me."

  "I know you are. Maybe a five."

  "No way? That was more than a five. Well, the first one."

  "A six at the most," she said. "But probably a five."

  "I was the recipient," I told her. "And I will be the judge."

  She kissed my head. "Trust me on this. First time, and you were uptight, and I was impatient. You weren't ready for me to use my mouth. I didn't use any toys except the ones on your wrists. Five."

  "Seven."

  "Five. Barely. And honey, the scale. It's logarithmic."

  "You are so full of shit!"

  "Did you pass out?"

  "Of course not."

  "That eleven Bonnie talks about?"

  "She passed out?"

  "Yep. Scared me for a minute, but I checked her and she was fine, then she came to and couldn't say anything but 'oh wow, oh wow' for ten minutes. It's rare, but it has a name. Orgasmic syncope."

  "Full of shit."

  "Wager."

  I shut up for a moment. "All right, wager."

  "If I win, your wrists stay tied until morning, at which point I release you, and you cook breakfast for me."

  "All right."

  "If you win, it's your choice when I untie your wrists, but I'll give you a massage when you're ready to go back to sleep."

  "Deal. I'll go get my laptop."

  I climbed out of bed, found my laptop, returned to sit on the bed, and opened the computer. I entered my password and slid the computer around to face Gwendolyn.

  She sat up, did a web search, then said, "There. Orgasmic syncope."

  I read the article.

  "It says it's very rare."

  "Do you really want to call Bonnie and ask her?"

  "No," I said in a small voice.

  She smiled in the light from the laptop. "Put this away and come back to bed, my little prisoner-for-the-night."

  "Yes, jail keeper."

  I put the laptop in the other room then crawled back under the covers with her. We kissed a little, and she stroked me sensuously, and then I was asleep.

  Morning After"

  Good morning, little prisoner," Gwendolyn said in the morning. "Did you sleep well?"

  "Yes, I did." I smiled, yawned, and stretched as much as I could with my wrists still bound. I looked at them, then curled up under the covers again.

  "Regrets?"

  "No. Again?"

  She laughed. "No. Today is Moira's day, isn't it?"

  I pouted.

  She gave me a quick peck of a kiss.


  "What was that?"

  "Morning breath kiss."

  I laughed. "Fair enough."

  "One of us has already dealt with that issue, but I know if I gave you a proper kiss, you would freak when you realized. Eww! You kissed me with morning breath."

  I laughed again. "You know me well."

  "Go on," she said. "Go use the bathroom, brush your teeth, run a brush through your hair, and come back and cuddle."

  "Yes, Mistress," I said, trying to drip just a hint of sarcasm into my voice.

  She laughed. "Not hardly. Go on."

  So I did, then slithered back under the covers and received a proper kiss. "Oh, minty mouth," she said afterwards.

  "I know what I'd rather taste like," I told her, starting to kiss my way down her body. She hauled me back up.

  "Behave."

  We cuddled together for a few minutes, not saying anything. Then she said quietly, "We have no promises between us."

  "We have some. I owe you breakfast."

  "All right, you owe me breakfast."

  "And whatever happens, we both want a friendship afterwards. Is that still true?"

  "Yes. I want you in my life." She paused. "It may be friends, but if so, I want it to be close friends."

  "Not lovers?"

  She kissed my head. "Maybe as lovers, but you may decide you and Moira fit better. Or now that you know what is possible, you may go back to boys."

  "So no promises right now," I said.

  "One promise. Honesty."

  "Yes." I glanced at the clock. It wasn't quite nine. "Are you in a hurry?"

  "We're not making love this morning."

  "Go over breakfast?"

  "Oh, lovely thought. And did you think of a wager?"

  "Eleven stones?"

  She paused. "Ten."

  "Afraid to let me win?"

  "One stone is about fifteen points. Do you think if we played that game again last night, you'd get another fifteen points?"

  "Let's discuss the wager first then. If I win, you invite me to watch you operate. What do you want if you win?"

  "That's what you want?"

  I nodded at her. She kissed my forehead. "Eleven stones. If I win, I get to be there when you tell Bonnie what we did Thursday night and last night."

  "Those two aren't remotely equal winnings."

  "I know. It's all I could think of that didn't involve sex."

  I laughed. "All right. Deal."

  I held out my wrists to her.