Laurel sat up and brought the hand she used for her little demonstration to her mouth. Winking, she parted her lips and pressed two fingers into her mouth, sucking on them as if licking them clean of juices.
Dana’s pussy clenched at the sight, sending a jolt of pleasure skittering up her spine. She made a strangled noise at her surprise release, shocked to have experienced it without being touched.
Laurel’s eyes flashed, like she knew what she had just caused.
“Truth or dare?”
HOUR EIGHT—2:00 A.M.
Did that turn you on?” Laurel asked with an innocent air that made Dana forget about pretending otherwise.
“Yeah, how could it not?” she answered candidly. It felt risky but exciting to be the ‘real’ Dana for a change.
“Your turn,” Laurel said.
Dana thought for a moment. Ah, hell, what did she really want to know? With a tremor of anticipation, she asked, “What do you like? Sexually, I mean.”
Laurel broke into a goofy grin. “It might be easier for me to tell you what I don’t like.”
Could she possibly be sexier? “We’ve got time on our hands,” Dana said, surprised by the throaty invitation in her voice. “What do you really like? Your favorite things.”
“I love going down on a woman. Love it.”
Dana struggled to breathe, imagining an enthusiastic Laurel engaged in that particular act. Between my legs. She let herself enjoy the fantasy. “What do you like being done to you?” This could not be her, asking a stranger such intimate, explicit questions. She was almost too afraid to ask herself what she liked. Or needed.
Dana wasn’t sure when exactly she’d decided to back away from the inevitability of being alone forever. After spending so long ignoring her own desires, settling for an active fantasy life instead of anything real, she was suddenly ready to take a chance on whatever might happen tonight. It was her birthday, and letting go was a gift to herself. She was trapped in an elevator with a gorgeous, free-spirited, brilliant woman, and she was happy, comfortable, and painfully turned on. All bets were off, and more than anything, she wanted to see where this would go.
“I like being licked, too,” Laurel said. “Or are you looking for something kinkier?”
There’s something kinkier? Never one to let an opportunity go to waste, Dana gave a vigorous nod. “Kinkier is good.”
“I like”—Laurel stared at her with faint challenge—”being spanked.”
Dana fought not to pass out right then and there. “Spanked?”
Laurel’s slim, long-fingered hand skimmed over the top of the gray fleece blanket. She picked at one corner, fighting what looked to be an uncontrollable grin. “When I’m being fucked. Or just as foreplay, you know?”
Dana’s nostrils flared in arousal. Something about that idea made it hard to breathe. “Spanked on your butt, you mean?”
“Not just my butt. I like…” She covered her face with one hand, giggling a little. “Why am I feeling so embarrassed to talk about this stuff right now?”
Screw embarrassed, Dana thought. I need to hear this. “Where else do you like being spanked?” She wished she had her Franklin planner, so she could take notes.
“My breasts.” Laurel crossed her arms upward, holding herself.
The gesture made her seem achingly vulnerable. “And my pussy,” she murmured so quietly, Dana found herself leaning in closer to hear her.
Thank God she was sitting down. She felt light-headed. “So is that the extent of your kinky desires? Getting slapped around a little?”
Laurel uncrossed her arms, giving Dana a nice view of her hard, cotton-covered nipples. She ran a hand through her hair, a sheepish grin plastered across her face. “Well, I also like when a woman talks dirty to me while she’s…you know.”
“Spanking you.” Dana released a low whistle. “You’re a freak.”
Laurel laughed. “I guess I am.” She raised an eyebrow at Dana in challenge. “Does that turn you on?”
Dana coughed again. Damn, was she coming down with a cold or something? “I’m not answering that question.”
“So you want a dare instead of truth?”
I walked right into that one. “Sure.” She was letting go, after all.
Laurel leaned over and pulled her paperback erotica book from her backpack, holding it up with a smile. “I dare you to read two pages of my choosing. Out loud.” Her smile grew. “To me.”
“No problem.” Dana wondered where her cool confidence was coming from. Now that she had given herself permission to play this out, the words just flowed from some unknown wellspring inside her.
With a mischievous smile, Laurel flipped through the pages of the book, skimming the text. “Start here,” she said. “Page eighty-three.”
Dana took the book and quickly scanned a few lines. Hot and heavy foreplay. Wonderful. “Got me right to the good part, didn’t you?”
Laurel planted her hands behind her hips and leaned back, nipples still rock-hard against her pale yellow T-shirt. “You bet.”
Slightly nervous, Dana began to read aloud.
“Raise your arms,” Reed whispered behind me. I found her eyes in the mirror, excited beyond all reason. This was better than any fantasy I had ever had.
She paused deliberately. She wasn’t sure how she would keep her voice steady through both pages, or how much longer she would be able to keep her intense need to kiss Laurel to herself.
“Keep reading,” Laurel said.
I raised my arms into the air. Reed pulled my tank top up over my head, tossing it on the floor beside us. She stared at my bare breasts in the mirror for a moment before reaching around to cover one with each hand. She raised her eyes to meet mine again, and then bent down to nuzzle my neck.
“These are so beautiful,” Reed murmured.
Dana paused, wiping her fingers across her forehead.
Across from her, Laurel said, “Go on.”
The way her mouth moved made the words blur as Dana’s tongue got in the way.
“Thanks,” I whispered. “Your hands feel so good.”
Reed nipped at my earlobe. “They’ll feel even better in a minute,” she said. Leaving my breasts with one last tug on each nipple, she slid her hands down my sides to rest on my waist. She kept the fingers of her left hand curled around my stomach while she moved her other hand up to press down between my shoulder blades. “Over, baby.”
I swallowed as my throat went totally dry. It was as if Reed had tapped into every fantasy I had ever had about her.
My legs shook as I obeyed her quiet command, bending over to rest my arms on the bathroom counter next to the sink. I kept my head up, looking into her eyes.
Dana was aware of the way Laurel shifted slightly and of a change in the cadence of her breathing. Idly, she wondered if she had a spare pair of panties in her office. She would need them when she got out of here. She kept reading, making her voice low and soft in an effort to disguise her own growing arousal.
Without a word, Reed grabbed the waistband of my pajama bottoms and tugged them down until they fell to pool around my ankles. I was completely exposed, vulnerable, dripping wet with excitement. My breathing picked up until I was nearly panting.
“Step out of them, sweet girl,” Reed commanded.
I did as she asked, still bent over the sink. As I watched, she dropped her eyes and kicked out at my pajama bottoms, sending them across the floor to the wall. When her eyes moved again, it was to stare between my legs.
Dana stopped reading and eyed the half-page left to go. “This is just cruel,” she complained.
Laurel dismissed her with a complacent wave. “Keep going. It’s just getting good.”
Dana exhaled shakily. The rest of the second page looked every bit as bothersome as the first. And this time she couldn’t hide her arousal.
Her voice shook as she read.
“You’re wet,” Reed murmured. I gasped as strong fingers reached down and grasped my butto
cks, pulling me apart and opening me to her heated gaze.
“I was thinking about you,” I whispered. I dropped my head as two searching fingertips traced down over my labia, and then found my opening with unerring ease.
“I was thinking about you, too.” Reed’s voice was low and throaty, unlike I had ever heard it before. All of the restraint between us had vanished. In its place was raw hunger, driving both of our actions. “About this,” Reed said, and then drove one finger inside me with excruciating slowness.
Dana blinked, staring at the end of the page. That was it? Way to leave me hanging.
“You can keep going, if you want to know what happens,” Laurel said. “You looked like maybe you were getting into it.”
“That’s okay,” Dana returned the book. After a moment of indecision, she leered at Laurel. “Maybe later.”
Laurel’s surprised delight made her glad she’d decided to be playful.
“All these dares are making me horny,” Laurel said. “I’ll have to go with truth for a while.”
Dana released a shaky laugh. “Now you’re just trying to make me blush.”
“Maybe.” Laurel lay back so she could prop herself up on her elbows, stretching out across the fleece blanket. “Is it working?”
Snorting in amusement, Dana shifted so that she could join her.
“Is this seat taken?”
Laurel scooted over, patting the space next to her. “It’s all yours.”
“Cool.” Dana settled down beside Laurel and gave her a sidelong grin. “So…when was the last time you had sex?”
“About eight months ago. I started seeing someone not long after Mom died. We slept together a few times, but…”
“But what?”
Laurel shrugged. “I was looking for comfort. She was looking for someone to fuck. Period.”
“Oh,” Dana said.
“I don’t like just being a fuck.” Cracking a small smile, Laurel added, “Don’t get me wrong, she was good. Great, even. That whole dirty-talking thing…” She shivered and allowed a brief, naughty grin.
“God, she was good at that.”
“Oh.” Dana wondered if she could make Laurel shiver like that with her words. Did she like being told she was a dirty girl? That it felt good to fuck her tight pussy? Blushing, she forced her attention back to what Laurel was saying.
“I can’t deal with being one of many. I didn’t even realize I was until I went over to her place one evening and found her with someone else. If she’d made it clear what the situation was, it would’ve been one thing. But she didn’t, and that kind of surprise…it’s no fun at all.”
“Her loss,” Dana muttered.
Laurel let out a surprised laugh. “I’ve had the same thought, more than once.” She gave Dana an affectionate smile. “Truth or dare, my defender?”
“Truth again.” Dana’s insides warmed at being called Laurel’s defender, even jokingly. “I’m ready.”
Laurel’s smile turned tender. “Have you ever been attracted to another woman?”
Dana swallowed. She had known this question was coming, had felt it deep in her bones, but plunged onward in the game anyway. And I can’t lie. A sharp stab of fear made every muscle contract, and she wondered if the slight jolt was visible.
It must have been, because Laurel placed a hand on her thigh.
“Don’t be afraid. There’s no reason to be, okay?”
Dana nodded. “Yes.”
“Yes, okay? Or yes, you’ve been attracted to another woman?”
“Yes, I’ve been attracted to another woman.” The admission made her hyperaware of their closeness. Laurel’s thigh brushed against her own. The heat almost overwhelmed her. “I’ve been attracted…to other women.”
Just when she thought she might implode with nerves, she was drawn into a tight hug against Laurel’s warm body. Too emotional to push her away, Dana felt her eyes sting. Embarrassingly, she wept hot tears she couldn’t hide. In a move that rendered her speechless, Laurel pressed a soft kiss to her neck.
“Was that the first time you told somebody?”
Dana nodded, swiping at her damp cheeks with the back of her hand.
“I’ve got to tell you, I’m glad,” Laurel said. “When you told me you were straight, all I could think was that if that were true, what a waste.”
“You don’t have to say that.”
Laurel caressed the side of Dana’s face with her hand. “Of course I don’t have to say it.” Her blue eyes were sincere. “I mean it. You’re a very attractive woman. I told you that before, and I didn’t like you nearly as much then as I do now.”
Red-faced, Dana managed a quiet, “Thank you.” She concentrated on the coolness of Laurel’s fingers against her heated skin. “I find you very attractive, too.”
“Thank you.”
Laurel’s hand lingered. Dana wanted to clap her own over it to prevent its withdrawal. The feel of that warm palm pressed against her cheek made her yearn for so much more. Her control seemed tenuous at best, no match for the intimacy of Laurel’s touch. She wanted to give in to the impulses that tugged her common sense away. No amount of rationalization worked. This was probably how people felt trapped together on a desert island, far from the real world and the rules they made for themselves. If she were honest she felt weirdly liberated, like she’d just exchanged a heavy suit of armor for a thin, shimmering skin.
She wondered if Laurel had fallen under the same spell or if she was simply being herself because she didn’t have to have anyone’s permission for that. Not even her own. Dana couldn’t imagine being so unguarded.
“Did you really know that I was a lesbian?” Dana asked.
“I thought you looked like someone who appreciated other women. When I was on your lap, I felt thoroughly appreciated.” She smiled.
“You know, before I got thrown off.”
Dana nodded. “Scott must have figured it out, too, huh?”
“Given that he hired me to dance for you, yeah, I think he probably knows. You never told him?” Laurel finally took back her hand, leaving Dana’s cheek wishing for a return of that soft warmth.
Feeling bereft at the loss of contact, Dana said, “No. I…don’t talk to him about stuff like that.”
“Well, I guess he knows you better than you realized.” Laurel hesitated a moment, then asked, “Do you still want to play?”
Dana gave her a brave nod. No reason not to at this point.
Laurel didn’t waste any time. “What’s one of your favorite sexual fantasies?” she asked directly. “Not necessarily something you’d do, but something you like thinking about?”
Dana pressed her palms to her face. “I’m never going to go back to normal, you know. This blushing thing? I’m starting to think it’s permanent.”
“Listen, woman, you watched me pretend to get myself off.”
Laurel gave her a playful shove. “Asking you about a harmless little fantasy is hardly unfair after that.”
Dana released a long-suffering sigh, raising her eyes to the ceiling of the elevator. There were so many to choose from. Fantasy, and the Internet, had been her only sexual outlets for so long, it was hard to know where to start.
“I think about women, usually.” She conceded Laurel’s I-knew-it grin with a wry look. “Most of the time, actually.”
“Specifics,” Laurel coaxed with her hand. “Give me specifics.”
Dana cleared her throat. “I meet a woman—I don’t know where, that’s not really important. She takes me back to her place. When we get there, she pulls out these leather cuffs and gives them to me. She asks me to restrain her. And fuck her.”
Laurel sat forward in eager attention. Her eyes sparkled. “Then what?”
“I cuff her to the headboard. And then as she waits for me on the bed, I go to the drawer where she has the cuffs and some other… toys.”
“Like?”
Embarrassed, Dana could only manage to grin. “Like a strap-on.”
“Ah.” Paying rapt attention, Laurel said, “What does the fantasy woman think about that?”
“Oh, did I forget that part?” Dana gave a wolfish smile. “She’s blindfolded. She doesn’t know until I’m on top of her. When she realizes, though, she’s not complaining. First, I make her come with my mouth. Then—”
“You slide your cock into her.” Laurel’s voice was very soft. She almost seemed to be talking to herself.
Dana couldn’t speak. It seemed as though Laurel found her strapon fantasy as exciting as she did.
Laurel pressed a hand to her chest, forestalling more words.
“You’d better stop. If you don’t, I might just put on a show for real.”
The threat did little to discourage Dana, but she wasn’t sure she could keep going with Laurel’s intense gaze on her. Feeling as though she were moving underwater, she managed a nod.
“Ask me something.” Laurel’s voice was husky.
“Okay.” Dana asked a hard question that would probably come back to her. “What was your most embarrassing moment?”
Laurel’s smile faltered. “Well, that’s not a very fun one.”
“Bad?”
“To me, yeah. It’s pretty bad.” She seemed hesitant to continue, and Dana felt the genuine shame this story triggered. “I was dancing one Friday night in my first year at vet school. A guy called me over to his table and when I got there, I realized one of his buddies was a graduate student instructor for a physiology class I was taking.”
Dana winced. That was definitely embarrassing. She touched Laurel’s arm. “What did you do?”
“I took one look at my instructor and told the group I was going to send over another girl, that I was going on break. The guy who asked me over asked if I would do a lap dance for the birthday boy, first. Of course, he just happened to be my instructor. And my instructor’s buddy grabbed my ass, right in front of everyone.” Laurel rushed to finish the story. “My favorite bouncer saw the guy groping me and it turned into this big scene. Anyway…that was really embarrassing.”
Dana’s chest felt tight. “Did your instructor ever say anything about it?”
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