Bibs lies facedown on the kitchen floor among old toast crumbs, and Ruf grinds her until their robes wear sodden streaks. Flaxen and red hair tangles, sashes unravel, sandals flip, fingers intertwine. When they are done heaving and shuddering, PJ, who had crept off to look in on Miranda, cuts brown bread and stands it in the toaster’s slots. She wonders if the women will vanish like vapor, dry up like a puddle, or be obscene in front of Miranda.
“Toast?” Bibs says from the bottom. “It’s about time.”
“Did you burn something?” Miranda strolls into the kitchen naked, and PJ is at eye level with her crotch, almost covering the tan spot on the vinyl. She glances into the sink, checking for ashes.
“Look what I found,” she says. “In the drawer under my bras. It’s a book called Lives of the Saints.”
Miranda carries a stubby volume between her hands. A snake’s tongue of a red page marker draws an arrow to her pubic hair.
PJ flashes to the morning after they had torn each other up in a hotel bed. Miranda had peed in the bathroom in pauses, sat at the table stiffly. She had rubbed coffee-flavored saliva on the chafe between her legs when PJ wanted more. Ever after, PJ has wanted more.
The book she holds is a calendar of saints, and Miranda runs a finger to check. It is the season between holidays, of family and friends departed after Thanksgiving, due to arrive for Christmas. “December second,” Miranda says, naming the fresh day. “Feast of Saint Bibiana,” she reads. “Patroness of mentally ill people and single laywomen. Know anything about her, PJ?”
SEXTING: ONE SIDE OF A TWO - WAY
Kelsy Chauvin
Who is this?
Friday, 9:23 p.m.
Oh this must be my fuck from Sat. Bold move. I’m working tonight—come by.
Friday, 9:24 p.m.
Working til 4. Bunch of str8s here. Could use you to queer it up.
Friday, 10:59 p.m.
Too bad. Been wet all day. From what I remember you’d take care of that.
Saturday, 12:40 a.m.
Why am I not surprised to hear from you again?
Tuesday, 4:07 p.m.
Looking pretty cute today—tight jeans and leather boots. No bra. White thong.
Tuesday, 5:13 p.m.
Yep real ready & wet like always. Some say slut I say priorities.
Tuesday, 6:15 p.m.
Nice hearing your voice last night 4 a change. So you weren’t out fucking around and thinking of me?
Thursday, 11:55 a.m.
I could use a good throttle.
Thursday, 12:47 p.m.
Got out late so heading home—another time. Soon please.
Thursday, 11:47 p.m.
Was just thinking about you.
Saturday, 2:20 p.m.
…real long and hard. Bare lips today…my undies just get soaked anyway.
Saturday, 2:30 p.m.
Unfortunately I was in class at the time…but they were dirty and included you in my mouth.
Saturday, 2:32 p.m.
Come by me later. On Christopher St. find me upstairs getting dressed. Knock 3 times.
Saturday, 4:37 p.m.
Watering. I’m still sore. Where did you come from?
Sunday, 9:50 a.m.
Was thinking about you too.
Sunday, 9:50 p.m.
I’m starting to gush whenever I read your name.
Wednesday, 4:45 p.m.
Quickie in one hour. What’s ur address again? I have 20 min.
Wednesday, 7:03 p.m.
It’s friday—working. Would rather be riding your face.
Friday, 6:40 p.m.
But it will be 5 in the morning then and all your drunk vigor will be gone and you will be like why is this girl in my bed.
Friday, 10:55 p.m.
Cum to a party with me tomorrow night?
Friday, 11:58 p.m.
We can find a hiding place.
Saturday, 12:38 p.m.
Oh baby you drained me. My pussy is reverberating.
Sunday, 2:22 p.m.
I’m a wreck. I think you broke something!
Sunday, 2:40 p.m.
Are your arms sore from pounding me?
Sunday, 9:00 p.m.
I’m gonna miss you and your cock. Don’t be gone too long.
Monday, 5:18 p.m.
No it’s damn hot…I am lapping it up.
Wednesday, 2:20 p.m.
You know I miss your ass. You are consuming me.
Thursday, 5:01 p.m.
I need you to whisper filthy things then tongue my ear.
Thursday, 11:43 p.m.
You could say the goddamn ABCs and I’d get wet.
Friday, 12:18 a.m.
It’s wet and rainy here. I miss those strong hands in me. Get back here baby.
Friday, 10:27 a.m.
Well after I’m done squirtin in your face I am going to bend you over and put my hand in you. After your pussy convulses I’m going to lay you on your back and
Friday, 1:05 p.m.
eat you out till you come again.
Friday, 1:06 p.m.
Skirt, no panties. My pussy needs to breathe.
Friday, 2:53 p.m.
I’m saving it all for you.
Friday, 6:15 p.m.
I’m going to make you wait till tomorro night but I might have to call before then to get you hard.
Saturday, 3:21 p.m.
Coming up. Buzz me in.
Sunday, 11:23 p.m.
THE RENDEZVOUS SERIES
Colleen C. Dunphy
I
Midnight Rendezvous
The red silk scarf made a whispering sound as I dragged it behind me. Barefoot, I slipped into her room. I smiled at my luck as I noticed she was fast asleep. She looked as though she’d positioned herself just as I’d need her without even knowing I was coming. I stood at the foot of her bed admiring her beauty for several heartbeats. Her short fire-red hair was spiked out against the pillowcase. I knew in the soft moonlight that if her eyes were open they’d look gray from here, but they were a shade of green that just drew me in. The sprinkling of freckles on her cheeks made her look so innocent, but I knew better.
Slowly I climbed onto the bed; my movements were precise and catlike. The silk scarf was ready when I reached her hands. She stirred slightly but was fully awake by the time I’d wrapped her wrists in a figure eight and pulled them over her head. I was straddling her torso, my face near hers. I was pleasantly surprised that her expression contained more lust than fear.
I tied the end of the scarf around the headboard, securing her wrists above her head. Fear flickered through her eyes as she pulled at her restraints. She said nothing, just watched me, waiting. I tried to keep my expression neutral but my lust was choking me. I leaned in, keeping my hands on her arms and my legs securely on either side of her. She smelled of Dove soap, softness, and part that didn’t smell like anything other than her. Gently I ran the tip of my nose and a whisper of my lips over her face. As I reached her mouth, she sighed softly as I offered a small taste. I knew she wanted more but she didn’t move a muscle.
I pulled the sheet down as I reached her neck and shoulders. The thin tank top she wore was barely a barrier and I smiled, seeing the stiff peaks of her nipples. I ran my hands over her ribs, skipping her needy breasts. Inching my fingers under her shirt and felt her raise her torso, trying for more contact. I looked up at her, raising an eyebrow at her disobedience. I wanted to kiss her, but I wanted her to wait. She bit her lip as my fingers followed a slow journey up her stomach. I pushed her shirt up to just below her breasts and gave her right nipple a quick suck to wet the material. She moaned, then moaned deeper as I blew on the wet material. I could feel my moisture pooling between my legs at the sounds of her pleasure.
The sheet was gone and I could see her boyshorts were wet. I almost thought she’d come already. I grinned at her response. She always gave herself completely to the pleasure. I loved it because it was something I could never do when re
ceiving. I stopped teasing only slightly to place a small kiss over her clit. I could feel her whole body shaking. I reached up and she lifted her hips slightly to allow me to pull her shorts down. I grinned up at her and chuckled when she moaned. I yanked her shorts down. I growled into her wetness as the heady scent of her hit me. I felt my control slipping away.
The silk of my nightie slid over her body as I crawled back up her. I could see the muscles in her arms straining against her bindings as she tried to reach me. Holding my body over her, touching her only with my nightie, I lowered my mouth, stealing the first real kiss of the night. Again I lost a little of my control. Her whole body strained for contact, and I gave in a little. I plunged two fingers into her center and she tore away from my mouth, gasping at the sudden pleasure. I let her ride that wave a little longer before I pulled away.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Not yet,” was my reply.
Pulling her shirt over her ample breasts, I wrapped it around her wrists, further binding them. I let her breasts fill my hands. Her hard nipples tickled my palms. I moved my mouth to her nipple, sucking gently, then harder. She struggled against her bindings. I could tell she was close to the edge, so I moved down her body. She gave a cry of frustration close to a whine. I left a hot, wet trail down her torso, moving myself between her legs.
I kissed around her lips, allowing only slight pressure. She didn’t try to move and I could feel her shake with the effort to stay still. I smiled at how fine a line she was already on and knew that I was dangerously close to it myself. My hair fell over my shoulder, tickling the inside of her thigh. I shook my head to give her a little more. My hands ran lightly down the inside of her thighs pulling her legs farther apart. I licked her from top to bottom, holding her hips down with my hands. She arched her back as my tongue swirled around her clit, still moving too slowly for her. I nibbled at her, making her cry out. I put my tongue into her center, over and over again drinking her down. I used my right hand to fill her, and she came hard and fast. I stayed there until she begged me to stop.
Her body, limp and spent, glowed in the moonlight. I untied her hands, untangled her from her shirt. As soon as she was free, her hands were under my nightie. I sat up, flipped my long, dark hair over my shoulder, straddled her body, and pulled my nightgown off. Her hands traced my legs up to my hips. I basked in her desire, riding the high of control. I ran my hands through my hair, over my shoulders. I bit my bottom lip as I pinched my aching nipples. Her fingers dug into my hips, pulling on the strings of my thong. She untied both sides at once and pulled out the tiny slip of material still separating us.
Her hands were everywhere at once, running circles over my back, and over the swell of my butt and hips. Touching more insistently than I had done to her, but just as teasing, she used my hips to push me up, kissing down my neck as I arched into her. I moved my hands back to her breasts and she gasped, her nipples still on fire. She pulled my hands away from her body. “Just let me touch you.”
I moaned as I moved my hands to hold myself above her. She wet her lips and moved them to my breasts. Her mouth worked my body into a fervor like no one else could. I was more than ready when her fingers entered me. I balled the sheets in my hands as a cry ripped through my body and it was her turn to chuckle at me. She knew I needed it to be fast; I could barely hold it back. My body shook as I came and I leaned down to kiss her. We rolled onto our sides, tangling our limbs as we kissed. Putting my leg between hers, I rubbed her wetness against my hip. Her hips rocked against me, her hands on my back holding me to her. I flicked her left nipple and she moaned into my mouth as she fell over that cliff again.
II
Afternoon Rendezvous
The radio blasted a rocking country song. I bopped along as I washed the dishes. The afternoon sun streamed into the kitchen on a beautiful summer day. I had pulled my hair up off my neck while I cleaned. I loved working from home and being able to make my own schedule: taking time to enjoy a sunny day, or have coffee with friends. Today’s job was to clean the house.
As the song faded, I sensed her presence behind me. I hadn’t heard her come in but I could smell her. She always smelled like fresh-ground coffee when she came home from work. I smiled as her strong hands found their home on my hips and her mouth found its home on the side of my bare neck. I dropped the plate I’d been washing and held the side of the sink while she licked me.
“Mmm…delicious,” she whispered into my neck. I wanted to turn around and kiss her, but she held tight to my hips. She pressed herself against me and I could feel her nipples against my back. She kept kissing my neck and the top of my back. She knew that my back was just one big erogenous zone and that she could drive me crazy forever like this. She leaned farther into me, bending me over the sink to turn the water off.
I moaned at the feeling of being trapped and her belt buckle pressed into the small of my back. She ran her hands down my sides to the hem of my shirt. Sliding her hands under it, she caressed my sides and stomach. My shirt was low enough that it bared my back to the bra line and she took full advantage of that. While she kissed farther down, her hands found the button of my capri pants.
My hands itched to touch her smooth, freckled skin. Everything in my groin was tight, wet, and begging to be touched. Her teeth nipped the sensitive skin between my shoulder blades as her fingers snaked their way between my legs. I held tight to the sink, trying to hold myself up. My nipples were tight inside my bra, begging for attention. I pinched my left nipple, moaning even more when she stilled her fingers inside me.
Biting my shoulder, she grabbed my hand, warning: “Don’t even think about it.” Her tone was much more demanding than usual. I wanted to disobey just to see what punishment she would have for me.
“Please don’t stop,” I begged, my body like a rubber band pulled too tight, ready to snap. She laughed, her fingers twitching inside me. I was so close to the edge. She bit the skin behind my ear as her fingers moved inside me. I cried out as I came. She held me, gently kissing my neck. I turned round, took her face into my hands and kissed her like I’d never be able to kiss her again.
“Mmm…” she moaned, pulling me closer. I bit her bottom lip. I pulled her down to the floor with me. I wanted her here, now, with the sun streaming through the kitchen windows and the newly waxed floor shining. We kissed as my hands moved to her shirt. Only the feel of her skin would make my palms stop itching. I pulled away from her mouth, giving her a wicked grin as I pulled her shirt off. Her black bra stood out in contrast to her pale skin, more freckles than tan. I dipped my head to kiss her cleavage. She thrust her breasts into my face.
I ran my teeth along the edge of her bra as I removed her belt. She laughed as I cursed under my breath; I never could undo her belt buckles. She pulled it out and looped it behind me, using it to pull me to her. We tumbled to the floor. She ended up above me. I licked my lips, wanting to move them over her body. I pulled open the button of her jeans as she reached back and unhooked her bra.
“You look delicious,” I told her. She flushed from her breasts to her cheeks. I pulled her down on top of me. Our mouths met in a fury of kisses. Our moans were louder than the music on the radio. My hands pushed their way under the band of her jeans, till they were filled with her butt. I pulled her closer, moving my leg between hers, and used the friction of her jeans to excite her.
She tipped her head back and moaned. Nibbling on the hollow of her collarbone, I pushed her pants farther down. She was grinding against my hip, her nipples pressed against my still-clothed chest. I reached up to pinch the left nipple as she came hard against my leg.
“Fuck,” she screamed as she collapsed on top of me. I ran my hands in long slow strokes over her back, feeling her heart beating erratically against mine. I flipped her over onto her back, and she gasped at the feel of the hot tiles on her naked back. She glowed pink against the cream floor, her hair looking even redder and her eyes as green as grass. I knelt between her legs and
grabbed the waistband of her jeans. She helped me pull them off. Holding her right foot in my hand I kissed her behind her knee, went up the inside of her thigh, toward what I really wanted. I lightly nipped the soft skin at the leg of her panties. She yipped, raising her hips, wanting more.
I pulled my tank top over my head, and traced the top of my breasts along my bra, moving to pop open the front closure. I leaned down to lick her, my nipples getting harder as they grazed her flesh. I slowly circled the peak of one breast, teasing and tasting. I circled around the other nipple; my lips closed around it, sucking hard and tonguing the center.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Fuck, yes.” I moved down over her ribs to her stomach. I stopped to nibble the small tattoo above her left hip, and she twitched as my hands moved to pull her underwear off. I ran both of my hands up her legs parting them farther.
I went right in with my tongue. I was rewarded with a gasp of surprise and a cry of pleasure. Her hands moved to my head, pulling my hairclip out and tangling her fingers in my long hair. I glanced up at her as I nipped her clit before sucking it between my lips. Using a long stroke, I tongued her from top to bottom before inserting two fingers. Curling my fingers toward myself, I pumped hard and fast, bringing her hips off the floor.
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