Lessons in Love

by Lessons in Love [Bold Strokes FF] (retail) (epub)

  “Uh, ah, you maybe might wanna let me go now,” she panted into my ear, grinding against me.

  “So no follow-through, eh?” I growled, running my lips softly up her neck. “You’ve been flirting with me all day. Are you trying to say now that you’re not interested?” I dropped my hand to her bare leg, tracing up the soft skin to cup her ass, running my finger along and just under the edge of her silky panties.

  She gasped, closed her eyes, and leaned into my shoulder. “I’m straight.”

  “Sure you are, sweetie.” I slipped my fingers inside the crotch of her underwear, dipping into her wet to lube both her and my fingers. “Tell me—you’re not really all talk and no action, are you?” I pushed her underwear aside with the fingers of my left hand, then dipped my fingers into her.

  “Uh, God, yes, please,” she moaned, then pushed her face from my shoulder, even as she humped my hand. “Your name, please, what’s your name?”

  I thought about answering a la Pretty Woman, all with the “what do you want it to be,” but I didn’t think we needed so many words. “Reese.”

  “Reese, yes.” She buried her face in my shoulder again. “I’m not sure if I like you better all in black or half dressed. Or maybe that should be half undressed?” I’d been in black jeans and a black long-sleeve shirt earlier. With black boots, of course.

  She was able to talk too much, which meant my hand didn’t have her full attention. I went knuckles deep inside her and flicked her clit with my thumb, playing it back and forth.

  “Oh, oh God,” she moaned into my shoulder.

  “Not so straight anymore, are you?”

  “Take me back to your room,” she said, pulling away ever so slightly.

  “No. You’re gonna come for me the first time right here.”

  “The…” She jerked against me, trying to pull away. “The…the clerk…”

  “No,” I said, still fingering her. “You’re gonna come for me the first time right here, straight girl.” I toyed with her plump nipple through the thin material of her top with my other hand.

  “God, I can’t, not here. He’s watching!” She was grabbing at my arms, squeezing my right forearm, half trying to push it away and half encouraging me further.

  “Then let’s give the clerk a little show, shall we? Come for me, baby.”

  “Fuck me. Now. Hard. Yes.”

  I wrapped her left leg around me, opening her further so I could fuck her hard, in and out, while I flicked her clit back and forth. I glanced back and saw that the lobby was empty. The only person in sight was the clerk, standing behind the counter. We had his rapt attention.

  I lowered her halter, revealing a tit in its lush entirety. I licked all the way around the nipple, then pulled it into my mouth as she humped my hand, her ragged breathing filling my head. I fucked her, in and out, teasing her clit harder and faster.

  I ran my teeth over her hard nipple, then bit it.

  “God, yes!” she choked out, convulsing against and around me before she fell into my arms.

  “Why don’t we get a little more comfortable?” I whispered, reaching down to pick her up.

  “Yes, please,” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck and hiding her face against my shoulder.

  I turned, hit the elevator call button, winked at the clerk, and carried her into it. I touched the button for my floor, put her on her feet, and pushed her against the wall.

  She practically sagged onto my thigh, which she began rubbing lasciviously against. “So, how bad are you?”

  “Very bad,” I growled, pulling her hard against me while shoving my thigh harder between her legs.

  She wrapped her arms around my neck and jumped up slightly to wrap her legs around my hips. “Take me to your room.”

  I claimed her mouth with my own, enjoying her soft lips against mine for just a moment before I slipped my tongue into her. Our tongues tangoed, dueled, and the ’vator dinged again.

  I carried her off, enjoying her mouth, her lips, the feel of her body wrapped around mine. She was soft and warm in all the right places, and she could represent whomever I wanted her to. Her soft curves belonged to me, she was mine right now. She was giving herself to me, for whatever I wanted.

  “Strip. Now,” I said once she was on my bed.

  She sat up, kicked off her shoes, and looked me right in the eyes as she pulled off her halter, then stood, unzipped her skirt, and let it drop to the floor.

  “You’re still not naked.”

  She stepped out of her panties. “You’ve had me already.”

  “But I haven’t made you scream yet.”

  “Then fuck me inside out.” She lay back on the bed, draping herself artistically across it.

  I walked casually over to the TV and turned it to play some light music. “What do you want, straight girl?”

  “I…I…” Her bashfulness was at odds with how she stared at me almost defiantly.

  “Say it.”

  “I’ve heard that…well…” She got off the bed and came to me. “I want you to fuck me, hard. Take me. And use whatever you want to.” She pressed her naked body against mine, wrapping her arms around me. “Fuck me, Reese. Hard and fast.”

  I picked her up. Threw her on the bed. I opened a drawer and pulled out lube and a dildo, complete with harness. She was, literally, fantastic and having all the right accessories ready was equally so. I dropped my towel and boxers and let her watch me strap it on. I went to her with the lube in my hand.

  “Get me nice and slick.”

  “How about this way first?” She sat on the edge of the bed and took me into her nice wet mouth. She worked up and down my long, hard cock, taking me deep into her mouth and down her throat before working her mouth back up. She gave me a blowjob. She let me fuck her face. She blew me, relishing every moment of it, and the sight of it was doing things for me I hadn’t thought any straight girl could do. And then I put the lube into her hands so she could give me a hand job.

  This very naughty straight girl deserved a really good time. I pushed her onto the bed, putting her on her back, and climbed on top of her as she gripped my shoulders.

  I entered her slowly, pushing in all the way, easily and surely. She arched up against me, urging me to go deep. She wrapped her legs around me, forcing me to stay inside. She pushed my shirt up so her hands were on my back. So she could run her nails up my back. Dig them in. Scratch me and mark me.

  And I fucked her. Slowly. Then faster. In and out. Riding her. Fucking her. She used her legs to keep me inside her even as her nails cut jagged lines down my back, hurting so much I groaned. I moaned. And I slid in and out of her. I licked her collarbone, kissed her neck, sucked her earlobe into my mouth, gently pulling on it.

  I put some of my weight on one of my hands and used the other to caress her body, to make sure she realized she was completely naked. I felt her beautiful tit, cupping its lushness, and tugged on her hardened nipple.

  She arched against me, helping me fuck her. Her pelvis went up and down even as I pistoned in and out of her.

  “God, yes, please—harder! Faster!”

  I twisted her nipple as hard as possible, pulling it so her tit stretched from her body.

  “Yes!”

  I was brutal and forward, and once she came, I stayed inside her for a few minutes, our sweaty bodies all but glued together. I lifted myself and looked down into her incredibly blue eyes.

  And then I kissed her and fucked her again. Fantastic.

  And then I put her on the table so I could fuck her while I stood, giving me better leverage and also allowing me to finger her clit while I fucked her. And still be able to enjoy the beauty of her entire body laid out bare for me.

  And then I pulled all the way out of her, sat her up, coated my hand with lube, and shoved my fist into her. No warning. No gentle fingers first. Just my whole hand, my fist, ravishing her.

  “Fuck!” she screamed, pushing against me, urging me on.

  Her nails were bi
ting into my bicep and her fingers were hard against the other forearm. I knew I would be bruised later. But still, I barely gave her a chance to acclimate to my hand buried deep inside her hungry, luscious cunt before I started fucking her with it.

  “Look down,” I demanded. “Now. I want you to see my hand inside you.”

  I felt her tighten around me as she looked. She choked with little moans as she fell back on her elbows to reveal her entire body to me. She met my every push and the table got very, very wet.

  “That was awesome,” she breathed finally, lying back on the table.

  I none-too-gently extracted my hand, trying not to hurt her, but not minding that it did a little—in such a good way.

  She looked up at me dreamily. “Let’s go to bed and do all of that again.”

  “Hmm,” I said, going to the bathroom to get some water. I helped her sit up and drink some, soothing her parched throat from her heavy breathing, screaming, and sounds of excitement and coming. “I think I may have had all the fantasy I can handle for one night.”

  Her lips full and inviting, she offered, “Maybe tomorrow? Nooners?”

  “Maybe.” My evil mind had no trouble imagining it.

  “So, what happened to you before?” she finally said, once she had her breathing under control.

  “What do you mean?”

  “You were dressed so…well…dapperly before. What happened?”

  Oh shit. Karin. My shorts. “Y’know, I need to run up to the pool. A friend was waiting for me in the sauna. Give me your room number, and I’ll get back to you.”

  I grabbed some drinks from my fridge, dropped off the woman-without-a-name, as I’ve now come to refer to her, since I never did get her moniker, and went back up to the sauna.

  Karin was staring at the controls and looking as if she wanted to kick them. “I don’t think we’re going to get it to work.”

  “Oh. Here’s a drink for you. The bar was closed.”

  “You didn’t have to break into your mini-bar.”

  “That’s what took so long.” I was thinking very fantastic thoughts. “Why don’t we get our stuff, then, and call it a night?”

  “Sure. It’s late and we’re signing books at eight.”

  “Oh, that’s right.” We walked back to the pool. Or at least, the hotel doors that led out onto the roof, which contained the pool. There was a wicked thunderstorm going on, and the doors were chained and padlocked shut. I tried opening them as much as possible so I could push out between them, to no avail.

  “Reese, I don’t think that’s a good idea. You might get stuck. Or dislocate your shoulder. Or worse. So you should stop that. Now.”

  There was no arguing with Karin when she used that Moogie voice. She grabbed the phone next to the door and called the front desk, quickly explaining the situation. A security guard came up and opened the doors for us. He waited as we ran out into the pelting rain to where we’d left our belongings.

  Karin put on her shoes, and I looked all around. “Hey, where are my shorts?” I asked.

  Karin laughed and said, “No one will believe they walked off by themselves. Who got into your shorts, Reese?”

  That’s when I knew I had all the makings of a good short story.

  Getting In and Out of Her Shorts

  Karin Kallmaker

  Author’s Note: This story depicts the absolute truth, except when it does not.

  Okay, I’m the woman who ended up with that writer’s shorts—you know, the pair that went missing from poolside. I was naked, they were apparently abandoned, so I put them on. Given that we’d been trading glances all day it was quite a turn-on to be in her shorts.

  There was also a pair of shoes, cute ones, too, and I was about to slip them on—thinking I’d turn both shorts and shoes into lost and found in the morning—when I saw the writer was coming back. There was good news and bad news about that. Good news was she had a security guard with her. Finding myself without my swimsuit and locked on the roof during a thunderstorm hadn’t been fun.

  I grabbed a soaking-wet towel to wrap around my upper body. The bad news was that the writer wasn’t alone and the security guard was lingering. Damn, the owner of those cute clogs was back, too. I just couldn’t be seen like this, in a borrowed pair of shorts and a towel that was only making it more apparent I had nothing else on.

  Back behind the big potted plants I went.

  I heard the writer, in that silken butch voice of hers, ask, “Where are my shorts?”

  The other woman, some femme, laughed. “Who’s in your shorts now, Reese?”

  Oh, she liked to be called Reese? I’d only heard Therese all weekend.

  “I love those shorts. They had great pockets and I didn’t bring another pair.”

  I fingered the hem guiltily. They were nice shorts. I hoped she didn’t look behind the plants and discover me. It looked bad, but really, the only mistake I had made was thinking my ex was capable of some fun for “old times’ sake.” A lot hadn’t worked between us, but the sex always had. So when she proposed a quick, hot tryst behind the plants, only a few feet away from the hot tub party, I’d agreed.

  And then, once she’d coaxed me out of my swimsuit, she’d walked off with it. Now you see why she’s my ex. Truthfully, the only reason I was so willing was this writer, Reese. The baby bird hair, dark eyes, and little looks she’d given me that said she appreciated the style of a high femme put me in very warm mood. Her gaze seemed to appreciate the light pink polish on my fingernails and the glitter of my earrings, and a girl likes that. It had been a while since anyone noticed the little things.

  I realized with a start that Reese and the other woman were leaving. I couldn’t remember the other woman’s name—another writer but I don’t think I’d read anything by her. Reese’s books I’d studied, certain parts more than others. She writes great sex and, well, a girl’s got to wonder if it’s all fiction, doesn’t she?

  The other woman, ringing for the elevator, was laughing and it seemed to me that everyone around Reese laughed a lot. I love a sense of humor. I mean, I love the kind of sense of humor that creates laughter, not the kind that thinks swiping someone’s swimsuit and leaving her abandoned in a thunderstorm was funny. My ex was so dead when I found her.

  The elevator came and went, taking the other woman away, and I watched Reese head for the fitness room, probably still in search of her shorts. To my profound relief the security guard had not relocked the doors. The hotel air-conditioning had me shivering instantly—wet clothes and fifty degrees will do that.

  No doubt I should have called my roomie on the house phone to wake her up so I could get into the room. But I felt bad that I had Reese’s shorts and she was obviously going to search high and low for them. The least I could do was tell her she’d get them back. So I followed her into the fitness room, which was even colder, and realized she’d really been aiming for the bathroom, which made a lot of sense.

  She had a really annoyed look on her face as she was closing a stall door, and it only took her two seconds to look me over. Her expression was funny, then, because the wet towel made her do a double-take as she checked me out, but she was still a little annoyed.

  “You have my shorts on.”

  “Yeah, see, I, uh…” I couldn’t help but glance at myself in the big mirror to see what she saw. The pool towel was translucent and her shorts were tight on me. “Someone swiped my swimsuit.”

  “Oh?” She stayed where she was and a little smile was dancing in her eyes. “Skinny dipping?”

  “No, I was, uh, doing something I shouldn’t have been.” She was definitely checking me out and I was shivering not so much from the cold as from the way her eyebrow arched. “An ex played a practical joke.”

  “An ex? Say no more.” She was openly grinning at me now. “So, how am I going to get my shorts back?”

  “You could take them off me.” God, where had that come from? I wasn’t usually quite so…blatant.

  She crossed t
he room slowly toward me, her gaze never leaving mine. I backed up against the sink, not breathing. The shivers became more pronounced as she planted both of her hands on the counter to either side of me. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you there are certain dares you never try on a butch?”

  I shook my head. My mind took off at warp speed, imagining her reclaiming her shorts and discovering that—and it was all her fault with that look in her eyes—now they really needed to be washed. I closed my eyes and gave myself to her voice.

  “You’re shivering,” she said. “It’s very cold in here.”

  “Wet.” I indicated the towel.

  “Is that all that’s wet?” She leaned into me, then jerked back as the dripping, chilled towel touched her sport bra and skin. “I could warm you up but the towel has got to go.”

  She arched an eyebrow again, didn’t move an inch and just waited. It was up to me.

  After a hard swallow I slowly unwrapped the towel.

  Just as slowly she wrapped her very warm, very strong arms around me and pulled me close.

  She felt like a fantasy, like her heartbeat was in her hands, pulsing on my naked back. I closed my eyes and gave myself completely to it. “I’ve been watching you all day.”

  “And thinking what?” Her fingertips lightly traced the nape of my neck, then drifted down my spine.

  “Thinking things that made me say yes to my ex tonight.”

  She sighed like she understood. “If you weren’t playing with her heart I don’t think there’s anything wrong with a…stand-in.”

  “Well, she was playing with me, that’s for sure. I got locked on the roof, stark naked.”

  “Oh, poor baby. And no one to rescue you. Okay, I forgive you for taking my shorts.”

  With a shudder I whispered in her ear, “Do you want them back now?”

  She growled. “We’re getting to the point of no return here. If you mean it, tell me so because you’re making me crazy.”