I helped Leslee to her feet so she could stand her full height on the heels. Her legs trembled. I slipped my arm around her waist to prevent her from falling.
But that was the only reason I held on to her—wasn’t it? Ah, but she did feel so sweet with her hip pressed to mine. Her arm slid around my shoulders and something shifted in my soul.
Something I didn’t care to name at the moment.
“Whatever, Charles, whatever,” Leslee mumbled.
He winked at me. “You have no idea how much you’ve helped the cause. Good job.”
Nausea bubbled in my belly again. “T-thanks.”
His gaze raked me. No, raped me. “You’re very, very—”
“Wow, that was awesome,” Kaydee shouted as she pushed through the dancers and made her way to the bottom of the stage. She gazed up at me with that shitty grin she’d always used that said, “I knew you were hiding something with that homophobe attitude of yours.”
Charles rolled his eyes and made his way back through the crowd, flirting and flattering as he went.
Savanah slithered up and draped herself around Kaydee. “Honey, you were fabulous.”
Awkward. She might be a virtual stranger to me given she’d married my dad well past my moving away from home, but that didn’t take away from the awkwardness of my stepmom telling me I’d just done a fabulous job at an onstage lesbian sex act.
“Thanks. I did it for Leslee, that’s all, nothing more. To get that asshole off her back.” I glared across the room at Charles. He caught my gaze again and I couldn’t look away fast enough. Ew, how he gave me the creeps.
Kaydee nodded and grinned. “Right. Nothing more. Well, you should’ve been an actress in that case. Could’ve won an Academy Award or whatever the hell you call it. Damn girl, I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“Shut up, Kaydee. I told you I did it for Leslee. She’s my friend, my boss. Why else would I do such an outrageous thing?”
Kaydee threw her head back and laughed with hearty amusement. “Outrageous doesn’t even begin to describe it. I’m proud of you, pal.”
Leslee squeezed me then stepped away. “It’s true. She’s just a good friend, and I’m so grateful she came by. We can’t let Charles sell the place. It’s about the only decent lesbian bar in the area.”
“Don’t worry,” Savanah said with a yawn. “I’ll keep you updated on things. I have an insider with Bards who’s been keeping me informed on Charles’ antics. We’ll head it off if possible. Now Kaydee, my love, can we go home? I’m exhausted.”
“Right. You’re ‘exhausted’.” A look passed between Kaydee and Savanah, one that only the two of them understood. “Sure, baby, let’s head out to your place.”
With Kaydee’s offered hand, Leslee made her way down the stairs. She hugged first Kaydee then Savanah. “Thanks for coming and showing your support, ladies. It means a lot to me.”
“Sure,” Kaydee said with a nod. “Anytime for old friends.”
I hugged both Savanah and Kaydee then they went to the bar and settled their tab before leaving. I was relieved to see them go. The crowd dissipated, dividing off into corners and booths, or making restroom runs.
Leslee finally turned to me. She brushed her hand down my arm, branding it with the heat of her touch. “Thank you again, Melanie. So much.”
“You’re welcome.” I glanced around, suddenly feeling out of my element again, just like I had when I’d first arrived here tonight. What had passed between us on stage seemed miles away, yet my pussy still clung to this throbbing warmth that refused to die out.
Leslee nodded. Damn, she looked so gorgeous, her wig hair all ruffled from me pawing at her and tossing her to the stage floor. My face went hot with embarrassment. Had I really done that? What had gotten into me?
“Look, I-I’m sorry I let that get so out of hand. It’s not like me. I don’t know what came over me.”
“Maybe you like women more than you know?” She shrugged.
“No,” I said emphatically. “That’s not possible. I’m just curious is all.”
Leslee stepped forward and slid her arms around my waist. She yanked me closer so that our pussies slammed together. It was all I needed to bring the embers back to high flames. “Are you sure?” she asked, and splayed her hands over my ass.
“I-I¼ Oh wow, what’s happening to me?” I wrapped my arms around her neck and leaned close so that I could rub my lips over hers. Our lipstick smeared together and I thought there could be nothing hotter than the stuff of two females mixing as one.
Leslee leaned back against the stage and drew me with her, nudging my legs apart. She grinded her pussy between my thighs, so hard that I could swear her clit brushed mine. “You agreed to let me finish what I started. How about it, Mel? Come up with me and let me show you how it’s done.”
“Up? Up where?”
“I have a loft apartment upstairs. I dare you to come hang out with me, if anything just for a drink.”
Warm cream trickled out and soaked my G-string. So tempting. So fucking tempting. “You dare me?”
She grinned. “I dare you.”
Before I could answer, her mouth closed over mine and I got lost in her kiss again. Warm, wet, firm¼mmmm, but such a soft tongue. It swirled around mine, devouring me, forcing me closer to “Yes”.
When she reached down between our bodies, slid her hand up my inner thigh and swirled her fingertip around my clit, I was so far beyond “Yes”, I couldn’t remember why “No” had even been in my vocabulary in the first place.
“Okay, you win. Yes, I’ll come up…but just for a drink.”
Chapter Four
Leslee: Her Sexy Grand Prize
“Wow, nice place,” Melanie said as she wandered through my loft apartment. She crossed the hardwood expanse of the floor, heels clicking on oak, to the wall of windows that overlooked the parking lot and Louisville’s skyline. She stood next to my Christmas tree. With the tree’s multicolored lights and elegant ornaments surrounding her, she looked like an angel—or maybe she-devil was a better description? Her hips swayed beneath the short dress. My hands itched to hold those firm globes in my palms again.
And I damn well would before this night was up.
I crossed to the open gourmet kitchen, pulled down two crystal stemware glasses from the hanging rack and uncorked a 1981 merlot bottled by a local vineyard. “Glass of wine?” I asked even as I poured it.
“Mm-hmm, yes. Sounds good.” Melanie turned to face me and leaned against the windowsill. She stood smack-dab beneath some mistletoe I’d hung from the top of the window frame. Oh but I’d do way more to her than one of those typical, chaste mistletoe kisses…
Her curvy body was outlined by the light of a full moon, which currently hovered over her shoulder, peeping from behind a darkening cloud. Apparently that forecasted snowstorm was on its way. Heavy snowflakes fell in a dusting behind her, while the radiator below the window blew her hair up in a gentle fan of silk. Holy mother, she was so hot. My mouth went dry and I took a long draw of wine. The mistletoe swayed above her, luring me closer. I’d already kicked off those stupid stilettoes, so I walked around the island and padded toward her on bare feet. The wood was cool beneath my soles, but the room was slowly warming since I’d also flipped on the gas fireplace as soon as we’d entered my apartment.
Or maybe it was simply having her here that warmed the space?
Her gaze dropped to the bulge beneath the tight dress I still wore, and her eyes widened. There was no hiding it or my intent. I’d gone over to the bedroom area and slipped on my strap-on almost as soon as we’d arrived upstairs.
“Here ya go.” I pressed the glass into her hand. Our fingers brushed, lingered. My cunt began a slow throb against the faux cock, and I knew it would pick up its pace and not stop until I’d been sated by her. Until I fucked her so thoroughly, she wouldn’t know what had happened.
“Thanks.” She took a sip and regarded me over the rim of the glass. Her free han
d reached up and she brushed my upper lip with her thumb. “Now, I’m not calling you a clown, but your lipstick is smeared again. It looks cute.”
I took another long drink, welcoming the rush of a buzz in my system. She mimicked my move, but when she swallowed hard and lowered the glass, I took it from her and set it on the windowsill with mine.
“Cute? I don’t want to look cute, I want to look¼naked.” I pulled my dress over my head and stood nude before her. The wine warmed my belly and made any inhibitions or hesitation I might have go poof.
She pulled in a swift intake of air and glanced over her shoulder. “Aren’t you afraid of being seen?”
“No. Are you?” I nudged her knees apart with mine and wedged my way in between her legs. Since she still had the heels on, she towered a couple inches above me, but that was good because things got real interesting. I eyed her deep cleavage and the twin peaks that pressed against the slick fabric. Real good and real interesting, given it put her breasts closer to my eyes and mouth.
She fanned her face. “I guess not. Whew. It’s gettin’ kind of hot in here.”
I grinned and caged her in by pressing my hips and the strap-on into one of her upper thighs and placing my hands on the sill at her sides. The move made the toy brush my clit. I couldn’t wait to get it inside her and turn on the switch, make her scream and beg for more.
“Want me to open a window?” I kissed her jaw, bit down gently on her earlobe.
She tipped her head to the side to allow me better access. Good girl. “I¼no, that’s okay. Mmmm, that feels so good.”
“I can make it feel way better.” I kissed and licked my way down to the swell of her breast. I freed one tit. She gasped and her head fell back against the windowpane. I filled my hand with the supple roundness and lifted its weight to meet my mouth. Her cry of ecstasy echoed through the high space of the room when I speared her nipple with my tongue.
“Yes, way better, I want way better,” she agreed and let out a long sigh. She tangled her fingers in my hair and held my mouth to her breast. I’d already taken the damn wig off, so she had free reign of my hair. Her fingers massaged my scalp and wound around and around in the strands until she had a hold so tight on me, it almost hurt. But I didn’t care. My cunt thrummed with need for her. I couldn’t wait to get her in my big king-sized bed and tie her to the wrought-iron headboard, ravish her until she begged for me to stop one minute, and continue the next.
I reached down and caressed the strap-on, stroking it as I switched to the other breast. Damn, they were nice ones, just the right size, not too large, not too small. But I wanted more. I reached down with both hands, gripped the short hem of her dress and dragged it up and over her chest. Our gazes locked.
“Wanna get naked with me?” I asked, and swiveled my hips so that the cock rubbed her clit.
She whimpered. Her knees buckled and I caught her to me. She didn’t really need to answer the question. The dark pools of her eyes were begging me to just fuck her in whatever way I wanted it, whether it was with the dress on or off.
But I waited until she bit her lip and nodded. “Yes, take it off.”
I lifted the dress over her head and tossed it aside. It made a whoosh sound as it slid across the gleaming wood floor. I stood back and took her beauty in. She was utter perfection, her breasts full, her waist thin, her hips flared. The only thing in the way was the G-string. I hooked my finger in it and dropped to my knees as I slid it down her legs. She kicked it aside and gazed down the length of her flat belly at me.
“What are you going to do now?” she asked with a smile that blinded me. Yet again she reminded me of an angel. The snow fell behind her, the lights on my Christmas tree cast various colors on her smooth skin and the muted light of the moon shrouded her in clouds and haloed around her. The firelight touched her face in an orange dance of light and shadows. She simply stopped my heart and left me breathless.
I chuckled, remembering how she’d seemed to know her way around on stage. “What am I going to do? Are you teasing me?”
Her smile faded. “No. I’m serious. I’ve never done this before.”
“I know that, but you could have fooled me.” I studied her shaven pussy and the way her clit was just starting to emerge from her labia and glisten. “You had me so wet on stage, I thought I was going to come right there in front of everyone.”
“Really?”
I gulped, staring up at this perfect woman and wondering how she couldn’t know how sexy she was, or how much she’d nearly made me lose all control right there in front of all of my friends, customers and even Charles. “Really. I’m used to taking the lead. It usually turns me on more. But there’s something about you¼ I don’t know. You made me want to surrender and just be…conquered. And that’s unusual.”
She stared down at me, her breasts rising and falling with her rapid breathing. Her nipples were like pebbles. She absently reached up and cupped and kneaded both tits as she pondered my words. It was an erotic picture I’d hold in my mind forever.
“It was hot doing that to you, so much that I even forgot about Kaydee and Savanah. I liked it, the ‘conquering’, which is surprising. I never thought¼ Anyway, I want to do that to you again, but this time at least, can we um, proceed as planned?” Her gaze settled on the strap-on where it jutted out between my legs as I kneeled on the floor. My pussy moistened and the weight of the toy pressed harder against my clit. It was as if her gaze had hands that stroked and rubbed me, and it almost seemed as if the fake penis was a part of me.
I closed my hand around the toy and rubbed it up and down, watching her watch me. She licked her lips. I licked mine. “You want me to fuck you, Melanie? Is that what you mean?”
“Yes,” she whispered, sliding one hand down her abdomen and circling her clit with her fingertip while her other hand remained on one breast, massaging the swell of flesh, tweaking the nipple. “I want you to fuck me, Leslee. Fuck me really hard, make me come over and over. I-I need it. It’s¼it’s been a long time for me.”
Wow, what a statement. The weight of the challenge and a wave of heat washed through my groin. I tried to prevent my eyes from crossing, but they did anyway. “Turn around,” I ordered.
She blinked and glanced over her shoulder again. “But¼”
“It’s okay.” I twirled my finger in the air to prompt her to obey. “The windows are one way. Didn’t you notice when you pulled in that they’re mirrored on the outside? You can only see in when all the lights are on and it’s dark outside. And except for the tree, they’re not on.”
“But the tree lights…” Melanie nodded and took a deep breath. She seemed not to want to admit that the Christmas lights could possibly help voyeurs see her. To be truthful, I’d never noticed or thought about it because I’d never had a woman here in this position before. So the decision was purely hers.
She finally spun on her heels and turned her back to me, apparently liking the ambiguity of the situation. Hell, maybe she had a voyeur fantasy or liked not knowing one way or the other? If so, wow, chalk another one up for me hitting the jackpot tonight.
Her hands were on the windowsill, her pussy perched above the blowing heater. Damn, what an ass. So hot, so round and firm and biteable. I remained kneeled behind her and gripped her hips. I leaned closer, inhaled the scent of her perfume mixed with the aroma of her pussy juices as they carried on the warm air. I nipped her ass over and over with my teeth and tasted the clean and salty flavor of the meat of her tight buttocks.
She groaned and pushed her butt closer to me. Her head was turned, alternating glancing down at me and guarding the window, no doubt still afraid she could be seen yet turned-on by the naughtiness at the same time. She bit her lip. A gasp escaped her throat when she leaned farther and her breasts pressed into the frosty windowpanes. Her hands went up and splayed over the glass when I reached around and found her clit, stimulating the hard nub with butterfly strokes.
“Oooh¼ Ah, Leslee, that feels so good.
Don’t stop, please don’t—”
She cut her own words off with a growl when I speared her pussy with my tongue. The sweet flavor of her cream burst in my mouth. My nose was buried between the cheeks of her ass, right near her anus. I inhaled her fresh fragrance, detecting soap and that same perfume again. It turned me on to know that she’d sprayed her asshole with that expensive fragrance. I tried to imagine what other private things she did to herself grooming-wise to up the femme notch.
I bit and licked my way up her rump and her back until I stood behind her. I dragged my fingertips down her shoulders and spine, then lightly wacked her on the ass. “Spread your legs wider so I can reach you and fuck your pussy with my cock.”
Melanie whimpered. Her breath came in short spurts, fogging the glass. She obeyed, spreading her high heels apart and bending so she could prop her elbows on the windowsill. “I-I’ve never had anyone talk to me that way during sex, or spank me. I-I didn’t think it would turn me on. B-but it does. Very much.”
The position left her cunt wide open for my viewing pleasure. My mouth watered. I hungered to taste her again, but the glistening labia and oozing pussy begged to be fucked. I wrapped my arms around her, rubbed my tingling nipples over the smooth skin of her back and pressed the strap-on between the cheeks of her ass.
“You turn me on. You always have, from the moment you sashayed into my office in that tight business suit and gave me a peek of your panties during the interview.”
“I did not sashay or give you a peek.” Her eyes met mine over her shoulder. She was smiling, but the smile faded when I filled one hand with her breast and slid the other up to cup her jaw.
I held my mouth a fraction of an inch from hers and whispered, “Yes, you’ve been teasing me from the first moment we met.”
Our lips merged. Hers were already open on a sigh so I nibbled at both lips until our mouths sealed together. Then I slid my tongue past her teeth at the same moment I aligned the strap-on with her pussy and entered her.
Her scream of ecstasy was muffled by the kiss, which became fevered and frantic. She drank of me hungrily while I explored her breast with my hand and fucked her from behind with the toy cock. Each slow, deep thrust rubbed my clit to hardness and made my pussy wetter. It was rare for me to come like this without turning on the vibrating mechanism, but I could feel the hot tension building in my loins like never before. All it would take was a few more strokes and the sound of her release, and I’d be a goner.
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