Fascination Street

by Bridget Midway

  “So you’re saying that if we got married you would feel trapped?” She crossed her legs and leaned back in the chair as she waited for his answer.

  After he set the dishes into the sink, he turned to her. “I didn’t want the reason I marry you to feel forced. I love you, Zo. But wouldn’t you think that a part of the reason I asked you to marry me would be so we could stay here?”

  “It’s better than knowing you want to marry me for my oodles and oodles of money I have stashed away in a Swiss bank account.”

  Although Zora made a joke out of the situation, Grant noticed her hurt expression. It was that look he didn’t want to see if he asked her to marry him and she thought it was to stay in the neighborhood.

  “It’ll be interesting to see what happens tonight now that we’re all on a level playing field.” He shook his head. “Damn, now I’m doing the sports analogies.”

  When she heard the front door slam, her smile dropped. From the click of the shoes against the floor, she knew it was a woman.

  Winta stood in the kitchen doorway. Wearing the highest heels known to strippers and the tiniest pair of shorts with a tight t-shirt, she let her pink purse hang in the crook of her arm. With enough makeup to make a beauty pageant contestant jealous, she looked way too put together for an early Saturday morning.

  “Good morning, folks,” she said. “Art told me that you two are in. I’m so happy.”

  To show her happiness, Winta skipped to Zora and gave her a hug. Not knowing exactly how to respond to the good news that someday she would be fucking this woman’s husband, Zora patted Winta’s back.

  “You’re going to love it here. I know it.” This time Winta, instead of kissing Zora on the cheek, placed her lips on hers.

  Zora jerked back. Her face felt hot. She fought against covering her mouth with her hand and instead tried to smile like the gesture was okay. Her belly tickled. As much as she hated to admit it to herself, the kiss was nice.

  Winta’s soft, full lips had covered hers but didn’t feel possessive like with Grant’s kisses. Zora wasn’t a lesbian but damn if she didn’t think about bedding this woman and caressing her body.

  Winta strolled to Grant. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him tight. After seeing this woman just lay a kiss on his girlfriend, he hunched over to keep her from feeling his gradually swelling cock through his shorts.

  Like with Zora, Winta kissed Grant lightly on his lips. The kiss was nothing like Zora’s. Whereas Zora’s kiss held passion, emotion and love, Winta’s was all sex and lust. A triple ‘x’ sticker needed to be placed over the woman’s mouth.

  Winta broke her embrace, then turned to Zora. “Good. You’re dressed. Grab your shoes and purse. We have some shopping to do.”

  “We do?” Zora asked

  Winta sauntered back to her and hooked her arm into Zora’s. “Yep. We need to supply you two with some stock materials. You know like condoms, whipped cream, body lotion, lubricant and clothes pins.”

  Zora’s eyebrows shot up with the tawdry grocery list.

  Her expression made Winta burst into laughter. “I’m just kidding. You should have seen your face, Zora. Classic.”

  They walked to the front door after Zora gave Grant her goodbye. With her shoes in place and her purse secured, she walked to Winta’s BMW convertible.

  Once in the car, Zora asked, “So what am I getting?”

  Winta started the car. “Everything I just mentioned except for the clothes pins. I was kidding about that.”

  Of course. A cup of sugar would have been out of the question. What the hell had she gotten herself and Grant into?

  Chapter Seven

  Winta, in her less-than suburban look, attracted a lot of attention at the local Wal-Mart. It didn’t help that the woman wore the outfit like a second skin. Her long, dark legs seemed like they went on forever. With her large breasts to balance her out, she could give a Playboy Playmate a run for her money.

  Strolling down the aisles by the pharmacy, Winta took stock of the different condom brands.

  “Let’s see,” she said. “Brax likes ribbed-for-her-pleasure.” She grabbed a few of the thirty-six-to-a-box packages and tossed them in the cart. She cocked her head and smirked. “Evan will put on anything you give him but he needs the Magnums.” She grabbed a couple of economy-sized boxes of that brand. “And my dear husband loves this new one that warms up when he puts it on. Have you and Grant tried this one?”

  She showed off the box to Zora but Zora grabbed it and threw it in the cart with the rest as she caught the expressions of the elderly men and women sitting by the pharmacy counter. They watched Zora and Winta, and occasionally made noises of dissatisfaction through their noses.

  “We don’t need to broadcast our business,” Zora said.

  Winta furrowed her perfectly manicured eyebrows, then peered over Zora’s shoulder at two women who were sitting behind them.

  “What we buy when we shop is our business.” Winta purposely went to the end of the aisle where the personal lubricants lined the shelves and where the two women sat.

  Winta put her back to them. “If people want to get nosy and snoop in other people’s baskets, then they shouldn’t be shocked at what they see.” With that she bent over at the waist, hoisting her ass in the air so that it faced the ladies as she reached down to the bottom shelf.

  The women’s faces flashed a dark crimson as though someone had sprayed them with paint. They turned their gazes until Winta decided that four bottles of the large-sized lubricant would be enough for whatever they had planned.

  Zora could hardly hold back her laughter watching Winta. She put the items in the cart and pushed it down another aisle.

  “That was wrong,” Zora finally said once they were away from them.

  “I can’t stand it when people judge others.” Winta shook her head. “Besides, I never said I was nice.” She winked. “You never told me, Zora.”

  “Told you what?”

  “What is Grant’s size? Is he large or small? Medium size? Thick around the middle or just---”

  Zora cut her off before she could keep going with her personal questions. “Could we talk about this when we get to the car or something?” Not that she would be ready to talk about her boyfriend’s penis size to this stranger. But she would have to, because sooner or later Winta would discover it for herself.

  After buying enough condoms, lubricants, whipped cream and lotions to start her own brothel, Zora and Winta headed back home. Once there, Winta insisted on helping Zora put away all of the items.

  Zora wanted to take the condoms and lubricants back to her bedroom but only after Winta left. The woman strolled around in the kitchen as though waiting for the house tour to start. Hearing the lawnmower in the backyard, Zora knew Grant was working out his early morning aggression on the helpless blades of grass. He wouldn’t even hear her scream.

  “Thanks for shopping with me,” Zora said, as she clutched the blue plastic bag. “I guess I’ll see you all later tonight.”

  Winta’s eyes widened. “Clothes! What do you plan on wearing?”

  “Uh---”

  “I just have to see your closet.”

  Fast as gunshot, Winta grabbed Zora by the elbow and nearly ran to the bedroom. The scent of sex still lingered in the air. Winta must have caught it. She gazed at her with a sly smile and winked.

  “Put the bag down. Where’s your closet?”

  There were two huge closets in the bedroom. It was one of the selling points of the old house.

  “Grant and I share that closet.” She pointed to one by the window, the same window that Art looked through earlier that morning.

  “Share?”

  As though not believing her, Winta whipped the door open, then gasped. Zora would have thought for a reaction like that that there must have been a dead body lying there among the shoes and gym bags.

  “Why? There’s another closet over there. You two shouldn’t have to share one.” W
inta shook her head and, with careful steps, ventured inside.

  “We had planned on using the other closet as a mini office. There are no windows so we wouldn’t get distracted. And it’s kind of cozy.”

  Winta backed out and shook her head. “You have other bedrooms you could use for the office.” Winta tsked and planted her fists on her hips. “Listen to me. I sound like a mother or something. It’s your place. You do what you want with it. I’m just a simple landlord.”

  When Winta laughed, Zora laughed with her. She couldn’t help it. Winta was a force to be reckoned.

  The Force sat on the unmade bed, then kicked off her high, strappy sandals. “So?”

  Zora blinked, not knowing what the woman wanted now.

  “Clothes. Tonight. You.”

  Zora smacked her forehead. “That’s right.” She set the bag down on the bed and went into her cluttered closet.

  Kicking some shoes to the side, she managed to get all the way to the back of it. Rifling through some colorful dresses, Zora picked out one. She wasn’t exactly sure what she would be wearing that night. But she would show Winta anything to get her out of the house. More than likely the two of them wouldn’t be showing up to the dinner wearing the same thing.

  “This,” Zora said, and held up a dress she hadn’t worn in two years.

  Winta’s face screwed up like the garment personally offended her. “Oh, no. You cannot go in something like that.”

  Zora surveyed the dress to see what was so offensive. The multi-colored sundress had a tie in the back and it came down to her ankles. With its thin, cotton material, it was heavenly to wear in warmer climates.

  “You would look like an old woman and you’re anything but that.” Winta stood and slid by Zora.

  Not wanting to look inside, Zora heard the squeaking sound of the metal hangers sliding up and down the rod. This woman was on a mission.

  “Ah ha!” Winta screamed from the depths of the walk-in.

  She came out of the closet holding up a leather bustier that Zora had bought as a joke, one of Grant’s white button-up shirts and a necktie.

  “I thought you were finding something for me to wear,” Zora said, as she placed her dress on the bed.

  “Stand in front of the mirror.” Winta nodded her head to the full-length mirror that sat by the door.

  Zora didn’t move until she saw Winta’s downcast eyes and sweet smile. She smiled and trudged to the mirror.

  “Fine. Now what?”

  Winta stood behind her. In the reflection, Zora noticed that Winta’s shoulders sat maybe an inch or so higher than her own. The difference in their skin tones also became readily apparent. Winta’s dark skin made Zora’s light brown skin look more like a tan than actual pigmentation.

  “Wear this.” Winta put the bustier against Zora’s chest. Her hand remained on Zora’s stomach to hold the item up. “Then wear this shirt over it.” She slung a shoulder of the shirt over Zora’s shoulder to give her the effects of the look. “And tie it off around your waist with this tie as a belt.”

  “What would I wear underneath? A skirt? Shorts?”

  Winta shook her head. “I suggest you shave above the knee and wear your best thong.”

  Then Zora shook her head. “No. I can’t walk out of this house in a shirt and my underwear.”

  “Why not? It’s just us.”

  “I just---”

  But Winta cut her off. “I think you’re having a hard time imagining it because you can’t see it. Take off your clothes.”

  Zora’s heart pounded. She turned around and gazed into Winta’s green eyes. “What?”

  “We’re both women. It’s no big deal. I want you to try the outfit on and see how good you look.”

  Zora sucked in her lower lip and started chewing on it. When she balled her hands she noticed how cold her fingers were.

  Winta brought her hand up and, with the gentlest of touches, eased her lip from the assault by her teeth. “You don’t have to be nervous.”

  Winta held the clothes and took a couple of steps back like she was creating a safe zone for Zora.

  After taking a deep breath and releasing it through her mouth, Zora giggled. Winta was right. They were both women. It wasn’t like they didn’t have the same body parts. Zora had seen Winta’s naked body on more than one occasion.

  As though her neighbor knew what she was thinking, she said, “Would it help if I took off my clothes too?”

  Before Zora could respond, Winta stripped out of her top to reveal her bare breasts. She unfastened her shorts and had to wiggle to get them down. Once they were off, Winta only had on a beige lace thong.

  “Better?” she asked.

  “Actually, no.”

  But Zora took off her t-shirt and her shorts and kicked them to the side. Standing in her white, standard Sears bra and Hanes Her Way white cotton panties, she felt dowdy against the vixen she allowed in her bedroom.

  “Oh, God!” Winta began. “Had I known you had underwear like that, I would have taken you to pick up some lingerie when we were out.”

  Zora stared at herself in the mirror. Conservative or not, she thought she looked damn good in her underwear and out of them.

  “They have got to go.”

  With one snap, Winta managed to undo Zora’s bra and slide the straps down her arms.

  Before she lost her covering, Zora folded her arms over her chest. “What are you doing?”

  “You have to try on the bustier. You can’t wear the bra under it.”

  “You can’t take my word that it’ll fit and look okay in the shirt?”

  Winta cocked her head. “You surprise me, Zora.”

  That response made Zora blink. “Why?”

  “Art said it was your idea to swing with us. Yet you come off as such a prude.”

  Zora took a step back. “I am not a prude. Just because I don’t want to show off my tits to a stranger doesn’t make me a prude.”

  “It does when you’ve just agreed to have sex with my husband and the other people here in this court and you’re squeamish about undressing in front of me.”

  Damn. She was right. Zora turned back to the mirror. If she had to look at a naked woman, she would rather just look at herself. She dropped her arms and let the bra hit her feet.

  “Raise your arms.” Winta unhooked the garment and waited for Zora to make her move.

  Zora lifted her arms.

  Wrapping her arms around Zora’s body, Winta brought the sexy top in front of her, then secured it in the back, hooking each tab one by one. Being bound and having Winta touch her with such care made her heart thud.

  “There. Gives you a nice hourglass figure.” Winta slid her hands down the sides of Zora’s body, dipping it in her curves and letting them ride the swells. “Wait. You need to be adjusted.”

  From behind her, Winta brought her hand up, reached into one bra cup and adjusted her breast inside so that her now hardened nipple was positioned in the center. She did the same for the second breast. Zora stood motionless as she allowed Winta’s hands to mold her.

  Once the adjustments were done, Winta pressed her hands underneath the duo and pushed them up, then allowed the weight of them to weigh her hands down.

  “Has Grant ever told you that you have perfect breasts?”

  Zora swallowed. “Yeah, sometimes.”

  Winta took a deep breath, pressing her nipples against Zora’s back. Her hands coasted down over Zora’s hips. She broke her embrace long enough to pick up Grant’s shirt. As gentle as she was before with the bustier, she helped Zora put on the shirt.

  “Now what I would do,” Winta began as she made her way around to the front of Zora, “is wear it like this.”

  She buttoned the bottom two buttons on the shirt so that the bustier could be seen but not her underwear. The shirt fell right about mid-thigh on her until Winta tied one of Grant’s gray silk ties around her waist and let it dangle off the side over her hip. Once Winta tightened the makeshift belt,
the hem of the shirt rose to Zora’s hips. Zora tugged the garment down, which made Winta cinch the tie tighter.

  Winta stood next to Zora to gaze at her handiwork in the mirror. “You like?”

  Zora stared at herself. The look was daring but it wasn’t at all uncomfortable. It did exude sexiness without being overly-slutty. Wanton but not wicked.

  She turned to Winta. “I like it.”

  Winta beamed. “I knew you would.”

  As payment for her accomplishment, Winta kissed Zora fully on her lips. She didn’t allow the kiss to linger, as though only priming her for what was to come. Winta pulled back and took in the reflection again.

  “I have the perfect shoes that would go great with that outfit. A high pair of silver stilettos. They would make your legs look even better than they do now.” Winta made her way behind Zora again. “And you have to let your hair out.”

  “No, don’t---”

  Zora reached back to stop her but Winta had her hair freed from her scrunchie. As though taking on a life of its own, her thick hair puffed up around her face.

  “There. Much better.” Winta smoothed Zora’s hair down her back.

  “Too wild. It’s too thick and curly.”

  Winta snickered. “Honey, that’s what guys want nowadays. They like that tiger in the bedroom.”

  Winta ran her hand over Zora’s hair. The stroking soothed Zora, until she closed her eyes and fell into the caress. She felt Winta’s face pressing against the back of her head, nestling in her hair, then she heard her take a deep breath.

  “Mmmm, you smell like honey,” Winta said. “Art told me that and I didn’t believe him.”

  “What else did he tell you?”

  The thought of these two discussing her hardened her nipples. To keep her hands occupied, she gripped the bottom of her shirt.

  “He said he couldn’t wait to fuck you. That he knew you would be great in bed and he couldn’t wait to hear you come.”

  Zora tilted her head to the side, her eyes closed. When she felt Winta’s full lips pressing against the side of her neck, her first reaction wasn’t shock or disgust. Instead, she sighed.

  Winta’s hand roamed up to the tie around her waist. With one finger, she untied it and let it fall to the floor. Her other hand made a slow trek to Zora’s breasts, settling just below them.