Les Tales

by Nikki Rashan Skyy

  “How can you not understand that you are an incredibly sexy woman?” Ursula walked back over to the table. Instead of sitting in her chair, she sat in the chair next to mine. She picked up my wineglass and refilled it.

  “But I’m a nobody. You can have any woman you want.”

  Ursula nodded her head. “If that is true, you won’t mind me doing this.”

  Before I could move, Ursula’s hand was on the back of my head, pulling me in close to her. Her lips pressed against mine. Her perfume entered my nostrils; I was instantly high off of her. My lesbian instincts were starting to kick in as I parted my lips, allowing Ursula’s tongue to enter my domain.

  It was happening, after all. There was no way I was dreaming this. I put my hand on her thigh and rubbed it slowly. She was real, in the flesh. The woman whom I’d idolized was giving me the most passionate kiss I had ever had. I didn’t know if it was the person I was kissing or the kiss itself that was causing my body to go into overdrive. The confidence I’d been lacking resurfaced as the lesbian aggressive side in me started banging, trying to come out and take over the situation. My aggressive side was fighting a full fight with the fangirl in me, who knew this was crossing a line I couldn’t come back from.

  “I knew that was going to be amazing,” Ursula said in the brief moment she pulled away. She pecked my lips again. “I want more.”

  The fangirl in me put my hands on her shoulders, blocking her from reaching me.

  “Are you sure about this?” I asked.

  I wanted to slap myself for even giving her the option to say no. The heat was a full fire, and I knew only one thing would extinguish it. However, I had questions. For one, Ursula had said on tons of occasions that she was not gay, and I could have sworn she had said at one of the panels that she was married. The aggressive side of me didn’t give two fucks if she was married or not. I wanted to take her right there on the table.

  “The question is, are you sure about this?” Ursula stood up and walked over to a table. She picked up a piece of paper. “I would like nothing more than to take you right now. But as you have stated, I am Ursula Moore. I do have certain things to protect.”

  She sat the piece of paper down in front of me. I picked it up and began to read it. She had handed me a confidentiality agreement. If I went along with it, I wasn’t allowed to tell anyone, and if it got out, she could sue me for damages. Suddenly things didn’t look so pretty. Not that I would ever tell, but being so legal was a total party pooper. Not to mention I couldn’t help but wonder how often she did this. Did she find a fan at every con to make her personal sex slave for the night?

  “You want me to sign this?” I continued to read the fine print.

  “Temple, I have no doubt in my mind that you would never tell what happens between us. But my manager would kill me if I didn’t get it in writing.”

  “I understand,” I muttered, but I really didn’t understand. I suddenly felt cheap. The moment I was just cherishing was diminished by a piece of paper.

  I could tell that Ursula felt my hesitation. She began to rub my shoulders. Her hands felt magical as they massaged all the tenseness out of me. Who was I kidding? Of course she needed to protect her brand. Just like me, others looked up to her. Asking me to sign something wasn’t that big of a deal. I would never tell, anyway. I signed my name on the line.

  Before I could cross the T in my name, I felt Ursula’s tongue brush the nape of my neck, sending chills down my spine. I stood up and turned toward her. I knew it was time. I locked the fangirl deep down inside of me and let the hunter in me come out. If I had to sign that paper, that was going to be the last thing that she had control over. I grabbed her arms and pushed her against the wall. Ursula let out a moan as my lips sucked on her neck and chest.

  She ground her body against mine as I kissed her neck, tasting her skin. My hands walked down her sides until they made it to the edges of her tight red dress. I slowly pulled it up as soft moans escaped Ursula’s mouth. My hand felt the warmth coming from her thighs. I dove in, realizing there were no panties to remove. I looked at Ursula. Her devilish grin was present.

  “You knew the whole time?”

  “I knew what I wanted. Not until now did I know I was going to get it.” She kissed my lips as my fingers caressed her throbbing clit.

  I wanted to taste her so bad. I wanted to know what it was like to taste the Amazon queen, but I didn’t go in. Something in me wanted her to beg for it. I didn’t know what was coming over me, but I didn’t want it to leave.

  Chapter 8

  Nia and Cree and the guys headed over to the last rave of Dragon Con. All of them were very intoxicated, but they didn’t care. The men were having a ball snapping camera-phone photos of people in costumes. Only a few people asked for photos with the guys, which they happily took just to be in photos with various cosplayers. They weren’t treated like celebrities by most of the people. Only a few girls squealed when they saw the guys partying with them.

  Cree ground her body against Les to the techno playing in the ballroom. Les put his arms around her, pulling her as close as he possibly could. She could feel the erection growing in his pants, but she didn’t care. She rolled her hips, grinding and showing him where twirking really came from.

  Kirk sat next to Nia at the back of the dark ballroom. They saw people making out in the chairs behind them. One couple was quite possibly having sex in darkness.

  “This is insane.” Kirk put his hand on Nia’s thigh. “A great way to end a long weekend.”

  “Thank you. Never in a million years did I expect my Dragon Con to be like this.”

  “Oh, please. I’m sure men are always falling at your feet.” Kirk smiled.

  “Nah, they might think I’m cute, but the second they find out I’m a total geek, the attraction wears off.” They both laughed.

  “Well, they are idiots.”

  Their eyes met. Kirk leaned in, his lips meeting Nia’s. Nia couldn’t believe just how soft his lips were. Before she was ready, he pulled away.

  “I’m so sorry, Nia. I shouldn’t have done that.” Kirk’s usual smile was replaced by a look of worry.

  “It’s all right.” Nia wanted him to come back to her.

  “No, I might play that guy, but I’m not that guy. I don’t want you thinking I’m trying to make you some type of one-night thing.”

  Nia suddenly wanted to disappear. She had had Kirk all wrong. He was sexy, but sweet at the same time. She now respected him even more.

  “Hey, it’s okay. I knew better myself. Liquor and costumes give people the confidence to go for things they normally wouldn’t attempt.”

  Kirk laughed. “Well, trust me, you would have had no attempt under normal circumstances. However, I know you are worth more than that. I told you, you are one of a kind.” Kirk kissed Nia on her forehead. They laughed it off and continued to talk and watch the dance floor.

  Cree turned around and wrapped her arms around Les. She knew it was wrong, but she didn’t care. She was horny, and she had the chance to sleep with the man she had dreamed about every night since Olympus aired. She had to go for it.

  “So what would you like to do after this?” She smiled slyly.

  “It’s four in the morning. I think there’s only one thing left to do.”

  “What? An after-hours breakfast joint?” She grinned.

  “I can order you pancakes in my room.”

  Cree took her chance, kissing Les on his lips. He held her body tight in the middle of the crowded dance floor. The erection was full.

  “Oh, I’d prefer an omelet.”

  “Anything you want.” Les kissed her again before grabbing her hand and walking off the dance floor.

  Cree took her phone out and sent a text to Nia.

  Sorry. Had to do it. I’m fucking Zeus tonight.

  Nia read the text message and shook her head. “I think our people left us,” she said.

  “Figures.” Kirk stood up. He held his hand out, ta
king Nia’s hand in his. “Let me make sure you get back to your room okay.”

  I was going to seize the opportunity. Ursula led me to the bedroom. The king-size bed was going to allow us plenty of space for rolling around. I watched her silhouette as she pulled her dress over her head, exposing her naked body. Her golden-brown skin was radiant. There wasn’t a hair to be found on her body. She was as smooth as silk, the smoothest I’d ever seen.

  Ursula walked over to me and began to unbutton my romper. I grabbed her hands. I was going to be in control of this situation. She didn’t seem to agree. Before I knew it, she had ripped my romper, causing the buttons to scatter to the floor. I couldn’t believe it. She pulled me closer.

  “Remember, I am the Amazon queen.” She pulled my sleeves down, squeezing my breasts through my bra. Ursula’s tongue danced down my stomach as she pulled the torn romper down to the floor. I slowly stepped out of it and flung my heels to the side of the room. I was still not going to be outdone.

  I pushed Ursula on the bed. I grabbed her ankles and pulled her body to the edge of the bed until her vagina was pressed against my leg. I could feel the wetness on my thigh. I ran my hand down the smooth surface of her womanhood. She tried to sit up, but I pushed her back down.

  “In here I’m the Amazon queen,” I told her.

  “I don’t think so.” Before I knew it, Ursula’s legs were wrapped around me. She flipped my body over, and my back hit the mattress. Before I could catch my breath, she was on top of me, pulling my bra up, exposing my Cs. Her mouth nibbled on my nipples, causing them to stand at attention.

  I wasn’t going to be outdone. I pushed her over and got on top of her. I pushed two fingers deep inside of her walls, causing her to let out a moan, which gave me goose bumps. It was the sexiest sound I had ever heard in my life. I fingered her, covering my hand with her elixir. I pulled out. I had to taste. I sucked her wetness off my fingers. I knew it was going to be good, but I didn’t expect it to be hypnotizing. I needed more.

  I climbed down and got on my knees. I pulled her ass to the edge of the bed and buried my head between her wet thighs. My tongue fucked her as I stuck my index finger in her asshole.

  “Temple!”

  My name had never sounded better. I licked, sucked, nibbled, and sucked some more. Her body belonged to me. My tongue fucked her while my finger fucked her ass. I wanted her to feel me for days. Her legs began to tremble from the sensation. That only let me know I needed more. I placed another finger inside her tight asshole as I continued to devour her. She was my surf, turf, and dessert.

  “Temple!” Her quivering legs were now having full convulsions. I knew it was coming, and I prepared myself to receive all the nectar her body would give to me.

  Suddenly she pushed me off her with her foot. I fell back on my ass. I looked up to see Ursula staring at me. She jumped off the bed and pushed my legs in the air. I felt my lace panties tear as she yanked them with her teeth. Her tongue entered my cave with an animalistic force. She growled as I became her meal. I couldn’t stop it. My mouth dropped open. Words couldn’t escape, only the short breaths that I managed to take. She wasn’t killing me softly. She was murdering me with her mouth. She stopped only long enough to turn around. Her ass was in front of my face as she buried her face back inside of me. I looked at her flower, which was staring at me. A bit of her wetness fell on my lips. I needed it. We submerged ourselves in each other, becoming one.

  Chapter 9

  “Do the elevators always take this long?” Kirk leaned against the wall.

  “It’s all a part of the experience.” Nia smiled. They had been waiting on the elevators for what seemed like an eternity. For once Nia didn’t care. The quicker the elevators came, the sooner her dream night would come to an end.

  “I can’t believe it’s this late and I’m not in the bed.” Kirk rubbed his eyes.

  “Oh, come on. You have to be used to this.” Nia walked over and stood next to Kirk. He shook his head.

  “Not at all. On the show most of our call times are super early in the morning, so I’m usually in the bed by ten or eleven. That makes me sound like such a lame.” Kirk’s smile gave Nia instant butterflies in her stomach. He laid his head on her shoulder, allowing his blond hair to fall on her. She could smell his shampoo, coconut. She liked it.

  Just then someone yelled, “Zeus!”

  The two looked up to see two guys covered in fake blood walking toward them. Due to The Walking Dead, zombies were a popular costume at the event.

  “Fucking Zeus standing right here.” The same loud zombie hit Kirk on his arm with force.

  Kirk smiled. “Yeah, experiencing the con with you guys.”

  Nia wanted to correct them, as Kirk wasn’t Zeus, but she noticed he didn’t seem to mind it at all.

  “Yeah, and this hottie . . . But that’s right. Zeus likes to fuck random chicks from land and not just on the mountain.”

  “Excuse me?” Nia stood up straight. Kirk grabbed her hand and squeezed it lightly and stood in front of her. She knew it meant he would handle it.

  “It’s nothing like that. Just having a good time, like you guys,” Kirk said.

  The other zombie added his two cents in while rubbing his hands together. “I bet.”

  The first zombie’s eyes widened. “Yo, we are headed to this party on the eighth floor. They would fucking flip out if they saw you there, man.”

  Nia watched as Kirk handled himself like a true man. It wasn’t doing anything to prevent her from wanting him more. He smiled, flashing his pearly whites, which she’d grown to love on the TV show.

  “Sounds fun, but I have a big day tomorrow, and I’m just gonna make sure my friend here gets to her room all right, and I’m headed back to my hotel. But, hey, thanks for the invite—”

  “Oh, we can make sure she gets to her room all right, if you want us to,” said the first zombie as he gave Nia a menacing glare, which instantly made her uncomfortable. “Come on. Just stop by the party.”

  “Thanks, but no thanks.” Kirk turned around to face Nia.

  “Fuck you, then, asshole!” the first zombie yelled, and then both zombies started cursing Kirk out.

  “He’s too good for us,” said the second zombie.

  “Fucking asshole, you suck as an actor, anyway,” the first zombie muttered.

  Kirk sighed.

  “Hey, um, how about you just go? I’ll get to my room okay,” Nia said. She could see the frustration growing on Kirk’s face. After all, she knew his expressions very well from the show.

  “No, I’m okay.” Kirk rubbed her hand. “Just ignore it.”

  “Don’t fucking ignore us, bro,” the first zombie said.

  Nia looked around. Luckily, few people were paying attention to them.

  The second zombie added, “I guess he’s too busy trying to get some pussy from that whore—”

  Kirk’s fist met his face, instantaneously knocking the drunken zombie out with one punch. The fall caused the people milling about to finally turn around to see what was going on. Nia grabbed Kirk and pulled him away from the scene before camera phones started to come out.

  Moments later they made it to the hotel room and fire escape staircase. It was the only completely empty place in the whole hotel. Kirk shook his head and laughed.

  “I’m sorry you had to witness that.” He held both of Nia’s hands. Nia tried to keep her calm as his gray eyes stared at her.

  “No, it’s totally okay.” Nia could feel the heat growing between her legs. She needed him to stop staring at her before she found herself breaking the rules right along with Cree.

  “Damn elevators. What floor are you on again?” Kirk looked up the winding staircase, which seemed to never end.

  “Ten.” Nia and Kirk both laughed.

  “Of course you are.” Kirk looked at Nia again. “How about an alternative? I feel that since I fought for you, it’s only right that you come back to my room and make sure my hand doesn’t swell.”
r />   Nia wanted to yell yes so that it echoed throughout the staircase. She smiled. “That sounds great and all but . . .”

  “PG rated. I promise.” Kirk’s eyes were fixed on Nia again.

  “Um . . .”

  “Look.” Kirk took Nia’s hand again. “I could make up some excuse, but the truth is that this has been a great night, and honestly, I’m not ready to let you go just yet.”

  Nia’s eyes met Kirk’s. She knew she had to be dreaming. How did the little mocha girl have the Adonis from her favorite TV show telling her how he didn’t want to leave her? She knew she needed to say no, walk up the insane number of steps, and get in her own bed. But she couldn’t take her eyes off of him.

  “Well, now, how is a girl supposed to say no to those eyes?”

  Kirk squeezed Nia’s hand, and they headed out the side door.

  Chapter 10

  Cree and Les couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. The cab ride was like playing a game of seven minutes in heaven.

  Les handed the cabdriver money, and then they headed into the hotel. The elevator ride was part two, as Les caressed Cree’s back, his hand resting firmly there, and then grabbed a handful of Cree’s ass.

  He couldn’t get the door open quickly enough. Cree didn’t notice the lavish suite. She didn’t care about the decor or the ambiance. The light from the lamp was all she needed. As soon as they walked in the suite, she had her fingers on the buttons on his shirt, unbuttoning them as quickly as she could.

  They kissed nonstop while walking around the suite, leaving a trail of clothes as they went. Les opened the double doors to the bedroom. The king-size bed was made up perfectly. As Cree looked at the bed, everything hit her. This wasn’t a game, and it wasn’t a dream. She was about to sleep with a man she’d admired on her TV every Sunday for the past five years. Her face dropped.

  “Is everything okay?” Les asked.

  Cree turned her head to see Les standing a few steps away in his silk boxers. Cree shook her head. It wasn’t like the show. His body was ten times better in person. His sun-kissed skin only made his muscles stand out in the dim light. His black hair was still spiked perfectly, just as it was when he picked her up, even though she had run her hands through it in the cab.