by Selena Kitt
She tried to cry out and couldn’t because she couldn’t catch her breath, and she was thankful for that because what she’d tried to cry out was Tori’s name. Aaron kept moving his hand furiously, and even through the blinding pleasure, Nikki was amazed that she was able to take it because the orgasm seemed powerful enough and so long lasting that by now she ought to have been far too sensitive to handle any stimulation at all. Finally, he stopped rubbing and yanked her panties off. She still squirmed on the bed, her pussy clamping down on emptiness and her mind filled with thoughts of the woman who’d made sure she kept her back upright during lunges and that she breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth.
Then, she managed to get out a shriek as Aaron slammed into her, and the penetration seemed to make everything burst over her anew. She clutched at his back and tried to moan but couldn’t find the breath. By then, her body was useless and she couldn’t participate so much as accept Aaron’s movement and let each thrust send her through more cartwheels. When he finally cried out and finished, she held him tightly and tried to stroke his back or his hair but couldn’t find strength to move. She smiled weakly because she knew Aaron was likely thinking about what a fantastic lover he was, and that wasn’t an incorrect statement at all. She imagined she’d never tell him that even with his cock inside of her and even with the physical impossibility, she’d pictured Tori on top of her at the end. She’d pictured Tori and there was no guilt.
Tied to the Table and Taken
Nikki spread her legs wide and winced when she did. She wasn’t sore anymore. Sure, the last bout of sex with Aaron had driven her to heights she’d never experienced and had simultaneously taken a toll on her body that meant several days of hot baths and an involuntary but necessary break from sex. Of course, she hadn’t been able to avoid all intimacy because and Aaron certainly didn’t complain about the blowjobs. He hadn’t pressured her into them, either. She’d been eager to give them because even while she recovered from that wonderful night, the same thing that made her wince now filled her mind. That thing was close to an obsession, and the object of her obsession had a hand on her thigh. Nikki winced because she was afraid she would moan as Tori touched her and guided her through the pre-workout stretching.
Thankfully, Tori interpreted the wince the way Nikki intended. The trainer said, “You really need to remember to do light workouts at home, even when I’m not around.” Nikki held back a laugh as she thought about the incredible workout she’d shared with Aaron and then suppressed a gasp as Tori’s hand moved. Then, real torture happened. Tori moved her hand to the top of Nikki’s thigh and began squeezing firmly, moving up and down the thigh as Nikki stretched and then up and down her calf as well. Nikki winced as much as she could and clenched her teeth together to avoid making any noise. “I can’t feel any tenseness in this leg,” Tori said. She moved to the other leg and the torture continued for another short while. Nikki was relieved but also disappointed that she’d worn sweatpants instead of shorts for the workout.
“Okay,” Tori said abruptly. “I’m really worried. I mean, if you were just sore it would be fine That’s normal and the best thing you can do is just work out but I think something else is going on her and you have to be honest with me about it.” Oh God! She knows! She knows! Nikki stared at Tori in terror and Tori looked sternly back at her. “Okay, Nikki. Just tell the truth. You’ve been working out on days you’re supposed to be resting.” She doesn’t know! Relief shuddered over her and she had to suppress a laugh but she couldn’t some of the emotion from showing on her face. Tori stared at her for a moment, looked at her sternly again but then laughed. “You’re so damned silly, Nikki. I have clients who are overweight, clients who have to exercise just to give them another five or ten years. You’re one of those women who’s already one of the beautiful people but you’re knocking yourself out. Listen, honey. It does no good to change your ass from an A++ to and A++ and a half if your legs are so screwed up you can’t even walk well enough to show it off.”
Nikki stared at Tori. Had the woman just called her beautiful? Had she just complemented her ass of all things? Sweet Mother of…. She had! She’d just….
Nikki felt heat rush over her and realized she was blushing furiously. Tori shook her head. “Caught ya! I admire you for your commitment, Sweetheart, but you have to understand that your training program is designed to push you to your limits and not any more than that. You need to follow my instructions to the letter, okay.” Nikki laughed but most of the laugh came from involuntary giddiness over the trainer’s comment. She also felt an immediate flutter of desire right at her clit with follow my instructions to the letter. There sure were a hell of lot instructions she wished Tori would give her, and a hell of a lot of ways she’d like to obey. She couldn’t help it. Images of things she might do at Tori’s command flashed through her mind and she almost moaned. She was able to change it into a kind of groan and she winced again but she wondered if Tori recognized the initial noise for what it was.
Evidently she didn’t. Relief filled Nikki’s mind as Tori’s face grew very concerned and she said, “We can’t go any further until I figure out if you’re seriously hurt and that means I need a closer look.” She put her hand in Nikki’s and stood. Then she said, “Come on. We’re going to go to the locker room for privacy.”
“Privacy?”
“Well, we can’t have you taking off your pants out here in the middle of the gym.”
Dear God. She was heading to the locker room to take her pants off in front of Tori.
Nikki felt pressure on her arm. Tori was pulling her up. Her heart beat like crazy but she got to her feet. She felt a bit of disappointment when Tori let go of her hand but it was hard to stay disappointed walking behind the attractive trainer and spending the entire time staring at the woman’s perfect ass in the tight gym shorts she wore. It was so damned lovely, and Nikki again found it strange to be so turned on by another girl. Sure, it made sense, she supposed, to find the idea of sex with a woman fascinating. How the hell was the woman’s ass turning her on? It wasn’t her tongue and wasn’t her fingers. None of this made sense but whether or not she understood it, Nikki couldn’t take her eyes away from the beautiful, firm but still womanly ass. She also couldn’t keep herself from getting more and more aroused. Her nipples felt so hard they hurt, and she realized her pussy was growing wet and hot.
Her pussy. Fuck!
She wasn’t wearing underwear. The episode with Aaron had left her sore. Wearing panties exacerbated the soreness and she’d worked around the house wearing sweats or even a nightgown or just a robe for a week. She wasn’t sore anymore but out of habit she’d again failed to put panties on. When they got to the locker room and her pants were off, she’d be naked from the waist down! Nikki felt like she’d hyperventilate and she felt pretty foolish for the fear that ran through her. Hell, she’d been naked in that locker room time and time again and even though Tori had never seen her that way, she was nonetheless used to other women looking at her. Hell, she’d seen plenty of naked women in the locker room, too. This issue was in her head and nothing to be so damned worried about. Of course, if the situation were reversed… The thought of seeing Tori naked only made the likelihood of hyperventilation greater. Nikki tried to take measured breaths and tried to come up with a way to convince her trainer that her legs really hurt.
On the way, they saw Aaron, who was using the leg lift machine as instructed earlier. Tori said, “I’m afraid Nikki might have pulled something. Finish your repetitions here and then do fifteen minutes on the rowing machine at medium resistance. If we’re not back by then, do ten minutes to cool down on the treadmill.” Fifteen minutes? Ten minutes after that? Plus however long it took him to change machines and finish his reps? That could be thirty minutes! If it took that long, how the hell was she supposed to stay sane spending thirty minutes in the locker room with Tori with her pants off? It was utterly maddening, and it was even more maddening when she considered
the fact that she was still spending entire damned walk to their destination staring at the trainer’s perfect ass. That ass! Jesus. It was like God reached down from Heaven and placed it there just to tempt Nikki? God? Maybe it was Satan. That ass certainly tormented her.
So, she felt a great deal of relief when they got to the locker room and there were a great many other women there. Strangely, she felt just as profound disappointment. She shook her head at herself. What did she think? Did she think Tori would see her pussy and somehow lose all self-control sot the two of them would end up on the slatted wooden benches moaning like the girls in some kind of porn movie? The obsession was starting to take over, and Nikki felt pretty damned foolish. She followed Tori to the center of the locker room and the trainer stopped and said, “This won’t do.” She paused for a moment and then nodded. “Okay, follow me.” Tori followed her and the trainer stopped at a locked door. She used a key to open it and Nikki followed her down a long hallway with doors on either side. “This is behind the scenes,” Tori said.
She kept moving until they reached a door marked 7A, and Tori said, “Here we go.” She opened the door and Nikki instantly recognized the room beyond. It was one of the massage rooms at the gym. When she got massages there ordinarily, and she’d had two, she’d come in from a door on the public side. Suddenly the situation hit her. Jesus! Tori would see her naked and she’d see her naked in the complete privacy of a massage room. She gulped hard and then gulped harder when Tori said, “Okay, Nikki. Get undressed and get on the table.”
It took a hell of a lot of effort to get her hands to obey her but she managed to sit down and take off her shoes and socks. Then, she wiggled out of her sweat pants but turned around when she took off her sports bra. When she turned back around, Tori was on the phone letting the front desk know the room was occupied. She was grateful for the opportunity to make her way to the massage table free from Tori’s sight. She climbed on and lay on her stomach. By then, her heart beat crazily, and she felt weak and giddy. She hoped she wasn’t shaking and hoped like hell she’d make it through the next thirty minutes. Time seemed to last forever before Tori finally hung up the phone. When she did, Nikki hear her say, “Well hello there!”
She turned her head to look at the trainer and Tori said, “You know I only needed you to take off your pants, right?” Nikki felt her cheeks grow red. Tori said, “Not that I mind getting a chance to look at someone as sexy as you,” and she smiled conspiratorially. Tori felt a combination of excitement and terror at the statement. Tori said, “Okay. As much I enjoy looking at a pretty butt, we need to get started. Turn over.”
Nikki stared for a moment. Full exposure. That’s what was about to happen, and she realized that Tori had already seen her naked coming out of the shower in the locker room. Tori had already seen her, and yet now she was utterly terrified and utterly aroused at the thought that her breasts and her pussy would be visible to the trainer. Hell, she’d been attracted to the trainer that first time, so why the hell did it matter to her so much now? It was the damned obsession playing tricks with her. The obsession had her under some kind of spell. Finally, embarrassment at her reluctance to move grew stronger than her fear, and she turned over. Tori stepped up with a smile and immediately put her hands over Nikki’s thigh, right up at the top so that the side of her finger was so close to her pussy that it seemed to tingle as if it were already being touched.
Nikki let out a very, very small moan before she was able to cut it off but if Tori noticed she didn’t react at all. She squeezed Nikki’s thigh, and when she did, her knuckle pressed against Nikki’s pussy in the tiniest way. It was a tiny touch. It was an almost imperceptible touch. It was such a small touch that it was as close to nonexistent as it could be. It was hardly a touch at all. This time Nikki’s moan was slightly louder and this time she couldn’t cut it off as quickly. Again, Tori didn’t seem to notice but she mercifully changed to the other thigh and repeated the process. Nikki exerted every ounce of willpower she possessed and kept herself from another embarrassing moan. Tori pulled back and said, “I need you to keep your body very still during this next part.”
She lifted Tori’s ankle into the air and in the process, Tori scooted down a little bit. Tori put her ankle back down and said, “I can’t test if your muscles are strained if I can stretch them, Nikki.” Nikki nodded but it sure as hell felt like Tori had pulled at her when she’d lifted her ankle up. Tori tried again. Again, Nikki felt like she’d been pulled and again her body scooted toward Tori. “I really need your help her, Nikki.”
“Maybe if we were on the floor? The sheet on the table makes me slide a little.”
Tori shook her head. “I don’t know the last time they cleaned the floor.” She put Nikki’s leg back down and walked around and pulled her by the shoulders until she was closer to the top edge. “I have a better idea.” She took Nikki’s arms and extended each until they were straight out from her body to either side. Each hand and wrist as well as about half of the forearm was off the table. Tori walked to the counter and opened a few drawers, finally coming back with a white sheet and a pair of scissors. Nikki watched, wide-eyed but silent, as Tori made two small cuts and then tore two long strips from the sheet.
“This will keep you in place when I stretch you,” she said.
As she felt Tori tying her wrist, Nikki felt a sudden explosion of terror and an equally shocking and sudden explosion of arousal. The sheet tightened around it and then Tori knelt. Nikki turned her head and even though she couldn’t see it, the sudden tautness of the sheet told her Tori had tied the other end to something, maybe a leg of the table. Tori stood, walked to Nikki’s other arm, and repeated the process on the other side. When she finished, she stood again and said, “See if you can sit up?”
Nikki couldn’t lift up her shoulders at all.
“Excellent,” Tori said. “Let’s get you all fixed up.”
“Are you sure you needed to do that?” Nikki asked.
Tori smiled as she grabbed Nikki’s ankle, lifted her leg straight up and then leaned against it until it was almost pushing straight against Nikki’s body. Toris face was only inches away from Nikki’s. “I’m sure,” she said. “That didn’t hurt at all, did it?” Nikki shook her head. “I didn’t think it would.” Nikki felt one of Tori’s hands slide down her calf and then her thigh until it got right where the thigh ended and she squeezed. Nikki couldn’t keep from a slight moan. “Did that hurt?” Tori asked.
Nikki shook her head. She could feel embarrassment making her face pink.
“I didn’t think that would hurt either. You know why?” Nikki shook her head again. Tori smiled. “You’re not sore at all. You’re horny.” She was caught! Her pink face felt instantly hot enough that it had to be lobster red now, and Nikki might have cried from the embarrassment if Tori’s mouth wasn’t suddenly on hers and Tori’s fingers hadn’t suddenly slipped into her pussy. Nikki gasped and immediately strained against the sheets tied to her wrists but she wasn’t training in an attempt to escape but rather as an involuntary response to the sudden stimulation. The feel of Tori’s fingers inside of her was astounding, and the kiss was like the culmination of a dream.
It was happening. Fuck all, it was really happening, and the crazy thing about it was that as shockingly good as it felt to have Tori’s fingers inside of her pussy (and Jesus Christ! Had anything ever felt so good in the entire history of the world?), the real part of the situation that seemed to just overpower her wasn’t that. It wasn’t the bindings that kept her shoulders flat on the table and kept her arms and wrists perpetually strained, and it wasn’t the weight of Tori’s body pressing down against her leg like an omnipresent reminder of the trainer’s complete control and Nikki’s complete helplessness. All of those things worked to turn her on, of course, but the thing that shook her consciousness with overwhelming power was the kiss. The kiss was just as interesting as it was arousing. For God’s sake! She was kissing a woman! Tori’s lips were on her lips. Tori
’s tongue was sliding slickly over Nikki’s tongue! It was such a contradictory thing, too.
The kiss was beautiful. It wasn’t a man’s kiss at all. When Aaron kissed Nikki, it was like a challenge, like he was proving a point and claiming her and somehow reassuring himself that she was indeed his wife and he could kiss her and he could press his lips against her and thrust his tongue into her mouth like it was a wet little cock, one more way to assert his manhood. God! Nikki loved those kisses. Tori’s kisses were so different, though. While a man might claim her, might assert his authority with his lips and his tongue, Tori’s kiss was exploring and beautiful. She wasn’t claiming, she was experiencing Nikki’s mouth and that fact stood in stark contrast to everything else that was happening, and there lay the contradiction.
