Escapades

by M. J. Williamz

  “Check the pool house.” Tiffany seemed to read her mind.

  Joey hurried over and found a towel. She quickly dried and dressed. Tiffany remained in the hot tub, her young body looking inviting as ever. Joey walked over and bent to kiss her.

  “I had a really good time,” she said.

  “Me too.” Tiffany said. “Hey, you want a ride home?”

  “No, I don’t live far.” She walked out of the backyard and hurried home.

  Chapter Three

  The sun beat down on them as they broke for lunch late the next morning.

  “Tell me you showed some restraint last night,” Mel said.

  “Actually, restraints are about all that didn’t happen.” Joey laughed.

  “She’s just a kid.”

  “No, she’s an adult. And believe me, she’s all adult.”

  “So it was another night with no sleep?”

  “I slept. I got home around midnight.”

  “You didn’t stay the night?”

  “Nope. She was fine with it, too.” Joey turned her attention to the Charger driving toward the site. “Hey, look who’s back.”

  “Are you going to talk to her today?” She watched the woman step out of her car.

  “She’s talking to Brenda again. It’s like she’s all business. I really need to help her learn to relax.”

  Joey jumped off the tailgate and sauntered toward them. She got there just as the blonde turned toward her. She looked Joey up and down and gave her an appreciative smile before lowering her sunglasses and walking past.

  Joey brazenly stared after her, watching hips sway in beige capris. She watched the woman drive off before turning back to Brenda.

  “Seriously, who is she?”

  “I told you yesterday. She’s the director of this center.”

  “Yeah, yeah, but she’s got to have a name.”

  “Her name is Samantha.”

  “Samantha,” Joey said softly, reverently. “It fits her.”

  Brenda shook her head.

  “Does she have a last name?”

  Brenda stared at her, apparently contemplating answering her. “Brewer,” she finally said.

  “Brewer.” Joey nodded, then stopped. “No relation, right?”

  “She’s his daughter.”

  Leonard Brewer was the homophobic mayor of Somerset. He encouraged his residents to boycott the women’s booths at their farmers market and asked the town’s businesses not to provide goods or services to them. If he could have forbidden residents from ever entering Maybon Tir, he would have.

  “What the fuck? What’s she doing here?”

  “I told you.”

  “Is she a spy? For Leonard so hated Maybon Tir that he sent his only begotten daughter…”

  “Paranoid much? She has every right to be here. And he didn’t send her.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Listen to yourself. She’s a lesbian, just like the rest of us.”

  “So she says. I guess I’ll have to find out for myself.”

  “I’ve told you to leave her alone.”

  Joey shrugged and smiled. “I owe it to the rest of the community. We need to find out if there’s an impostor in our midst.”

  As she walked off, Brenda called to everyone, “Lunch is over. Back to work.”

  *

  “What did you find out?” Mel asked as they went back to work.

  “She’s Leonard Brewer’s daughter. Says she’s a lesbian. Yeah, right.”

  “No, wait. She is. I remember reading about him disowning a daughter a few years ago.”

  “The asshole disowned his own daughter? Where has she been? How come she didn’t move to here then?”

  “I heard she moved to San Francisco as some bigwig lawyer or something.”

  “And now she wants to run a day care? I’m even more suspicious.”

  “Maybe I don’t remember right. I remember something about San Francisco anyway.”

  “Well, we don’t need some hotshot big city gal poking her nose around here.”

  “I thought it was you who was going to do the poking?”

  “You know it. I’m going to find out for sure if she plays for our team. It’s the least I can do.”

  “You’re too kind.”

  “Don’t I know it.”

  “Nothing would please you more than sticking it to Brewer’s daughter, would it?”

  “Not a damned thing.”

  *

  The workday finally drew to a close. Joey was loading her tools in her truck when Mel walked over.

  “I’ve got a few things to do this afternoon, but I was thinking we might catch some waves a little later.”

  “That sounds good. I’ve got no plans for the day. I may head over to the community garden and put in some time there. I haven’t put in any hours this month.”

  “Not cool. We’re each supposed to put in twenty a month.”

  “Don’t quote the rules to me. I know I need to do some time. I’m sure there are plenty of weeds that need my attention. Anyway, come by the house, and if I’m there, we’ll surf.”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  Joey got home and stripped her shirt off as soon as she got inside. She untied her work boots, slipped them off, and left them by the front door. She was down the hall, unbuttoning her shorts when she got to her room and stopped.

  There, tied to her bed, pussy open and on display, was Tiffany. Joey couldn’t enjoy the view. The cold dread in her stomach was spreading throughout her body. All she could think about was Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction.

  “Tiffany, we need to talk.”

  “Oh, shit! Don’t get weird on me.”

  “Me get weird? You’re the one tied to my bed.”

  “I was horny and thought this might be a nice surprise.”

  Joey scratched her head. “Last night was fun.”

  “And this afternoon can be, too.”

  “What if I’d brought someone home with me?”

  “We’d have a three-way.”

  Joey fought to suppress her smile. “I’m serious here.”

  “You’re too serious. You’re making more out of this than you need to.”

  “This is something a girlfriend does.” Joey almost choked on the word.

  “Seriously? I’m eighteen years old! The last thing I want is a girlfriend. I had hoped you wouldn’t be able to resist this.” She strained against the handcuffs that had her held to the bed frame.

  “You look great. Don’t get me wrong. But I can’t have sex with you now. You’ll think we’re in a relationship.”

  “I won’t.”

  “Really, I know how these things go.”

  “I want you to fuck me. I figured we’d fuck for a while, then I’d go see my mom for dinner and you’d go surf or whatever and that’s all.”

  “I really wish I could believe you.”

  “Okay, in retrospect, I totally see where you’re coming from. I look like a crazed teeny bopper who thinks she has the right to let herself into your house and make herself comfortable.”

  “Exactly.” Joey nodded.

  “I was horny and not thinking clearly. I really just wanted to surprise you.”

  “Well, that you did.”

  “So untie my legs and unlock the handcuffs and I’ll get going.”

  “How did you do this anyway?” Joey moved to the side of the bed.

  “I tied my ankles to your bedposts, then cuffed one hand and threw the other cuff over your frame for the other hand. It was quite easy actually.”

  Joey was warming up to the idea of a romp with her. Her fear of further disillusioning Tiffany warred with the warmth that was starting in her crotch. She slipped her hands in her pockets and looked over the young body laid bare for her.

  “You’ve made your point. Now I’m embarrassed and uncomfortable. Please untie me and toss me my clothes.”

  “You really think we could have more sex and you wouldn’t go thinking we
’re an item?”

  “You’re not going to believe me if I say yes.”

  Joey ran a hand over Tiffany’s breast, coaxing the nipple to attention.

  “You’re not helping.”

  “No?” She pinched the nipple and smiled down at Tiffany. “Not at all?”

  “You said no sex. It’s no fair teasing me only to send me on my way. Trust me, I’ve learned my lesson.”

  “So you’re not going to let yourself into my house again?” She dragged her hand down Tiffany’s torso, stopping with her fingertips just below her smooth mons.

  “No.” Tiffany could barely breathe.

  Joey pulled back Tiffany’s hood and ran her finger over her clit.

  “Enough already. Either fuck me or untie me.”

  Joey laughed. “You sure are demanding. Funny how you’re really not in the position to call the shots.”

  Tiffany strained against her restraints.

  “You did a great job there. I don’t think you’re going anywhere. But please, keep struggling. I like to watch your breasts jiggle.”

  “Now you’re just being an asshole.”

  Joey laughed again as she left the room and walked down the hall.

  “Where are you going?” Tiffany called, but Joey ignored her. She finished undressing and stepped into a hot shower. She quickly washed off the sweat and dirt of the day, then grabbed a towel and dried herself as she walked back to her room.

  “How long do you plan to leave me like this?” Tiffany asked, the harshness in her voice softened by the longing in her eyes as she looked over Joey’s naked body.

  Joey ran her hand over Tiffany’s body. She pinched her clit between two fingers and ran her middle finger over it.

  “You can’t expect it to be all big and hard when you’ve told her she’s not going to get any attention.”

  Joey didn’t answer but moved her fingers lower, running them over Tiffany’s opening briefly before slipping a fingertip inside.

  Tiffany started to say something, but Joey tossed her towel over her face. She shook her head but couldn’t dislodge it. “That wasn’t very nice.”

  Joey stared at Tiffany’s body and wondered where to start. She looked at her face and, satisfied Tiffany couldn’t see her, she absently stroked between her own legs while she admired Tiffany.

  “What are you doing?” Tiffany’s muffled voice said. “Are you still here?”

  Joey smiled and ran her wet fingers over Tiffany’s cunt. She used it as lube as she dipped a finger inside her. She was tight and hot and getting wet. Joey moved her finger around inside, then folded the towel slightly, exposing Tiffany’s pouty lips. She ran her finger over the lips, then slipped it between them.

  She inhaled hard when she felt Tiffany’s talented tongue move along her finger as she sucked on it. Her own clit was bulging, and she reasoned she’d deal with the consequences later. There was no way she could walk away from this smorgasbord.

  She moved her hand back between Tiffany’s legs, teasing her. She watched as her clit swelled and felt her pussy getting wetter. She ran three fingers inside her and plunged them deeper and deeper.

  “Funny. That feels like fucking to me.”

  Joey thrust them harder, pounding her insides, seeing how much Tiffany could take. Tiffany moved her hips as much as possible, meeting each of Joey’s thrusts. Joey moved to the head of the bed again and put her fingers in Tiffany’s mouth while she bent to suck a nipple between her teeth.

  Tiffany sucked her clean while Joey suckled her. She had Tiffany’s nipple hard and taut. She licked it and teased it with her tongue before dipping to suck on it once more. Joey removed her hand from Tiffany’s mouth and crossed the room to her dresser. She opened the bottom drawer.

  “Now what are you doing? You’re making me crazy,” Tiffany whined.

  Joey just smiled and unwrapped a toy from its cloth confines. It was thick and black and phallic-shaped with a thinner, beaded protrusion, as well. She flipped open the lube and poured generous amounts on it.

  She placed the tip of the toy against Tiffany’s clit and rubbed.

  “Oh, my God, that feels good.” Tiffany tried to arch her hips to get more pressure.

  Joey moved the toy lower and placed the large tip just inside Tiffany. She slowly pressed onward until it filled her.

  “How big is that?” Tiffany asked.

  “You tell me.”

  “It feels huge.”

  “Do you need more?”

  “Not at the moment.”

  Joey withdrew the toy until just the tip was inside, then pushed it to its base again. She was dripping watching Tiffany’s cunt swallow the oversized dildo. She withdrew the whole toy, then poured more lube on the beaded area.

  “Why’d you stop?”

  Joey didn’t answer as she lined up the toy and buried the dildo again while slowly penetrating her other hole.

  “Holy fuck!” Tiffany exclaimed. “Oh, yes, Joey. Fuck me harder. Give me more. Please?”

  Joey slid both parts in slowly until neither was visible. She pulled them out slowly and moved them back inside.

  “Oh, my God. That feels so good! Oh, God, Joey, yes!”

  Joey couldn’t stand simply watching any longer. She continued to slowly thrust the toy as she moved to the head of the bed. She climbed up and straddled Tiffany’s mouth, which instantly closed around her throbbing clit before licking inside her pussy. Joey rubbed herself on Tiffany’s mouth as she bent over to watch the toys continue to stretch her.

  They were silent as they focused on what the other was doing to them. The sound of Joey’s screen door slamming didn’t immediately register, but Mel’s voice certainly did.

  “What the fuck?” She looked away from Joey bobbing on Tiffany’s face but couldn’t tear her gaze away from the toys up Tiffany’s pussy and ass.

  “Who is that?” Tiffany called as Joey scrambled off her and slipped an oversized T-shirt on.

  “No one,” Joey said.

  “Is it Mel?”

  Mel shook her head, and Joey shrugged.

  “Please, Joey…Mel…somebody. I’m so close. Someone finish fucking me.”

  Joey reached for the toy, but Mel pushed her hand away. She grabbed the base of the toy and pulled it out, then plunged them back in, twisting the toys slightly as they entered and as she withdrew them yet again.

  Joey shook her head in amazement. Of all the things she and Mel had done together in their lives, this had to take the cake. Still, it wasn’t Tiffany’s fault Joey had forgotten she was coming over. She placed her fingers on Tiffany’s huge, coated clit and rubbed while Mel fucked her faster and faster.

  “Oh, yes! Oh, fuck yes! I’m going to come!”

  Mel pushed the toys as deep as they could go and felt Tiffany’s cunt and ass sucking them deeper as she came again and again. Joey felt Tiffany’s clit pulsing with each climax. She continued to rub until Tiffany cried out once more.

  “No more. Please no more. Oh, my God, I can’t take anymore.”

  Mel was all smiles as she continued to stare between Tiffany’s legs.

  “See why I couldn’t say no last night?” Joey asked.

  Mel nodded.

  “What?” Tiffany said.

  “Nothing,” Joey said.

  “You weren’t talking to me. Is Mel still here?”

  Joey’s eyes got wide, but Mel simply said, “Yeah, babe. I’m still here.”

  “Did you watch? Was it hot?”

  Neither answered, and Tiffany asked, “Did you help? Oh, Mel, tell me you fucked me, too.”

  Mel blushed a deep red but said, “Yeah. I was moving the toy in and out of you.”

  “Oh, man,” Tiffany said, apparently undisturbed. “You sure know how to fuck a girl.”

  Before they could say anything, she continued, “But I know those were Joey’s fingers on my clit. I recognize them now. Thank you both. I’ve never come that hard before. Can we do it again sometime?”

  “Sure thi
ng,” Mel said. She pulled the toys out of Tiffany and bent to lick her wet cunt.

  “That feels nice. I like not knowing who’s doing what. But I have to tell you, I have nothing left in me.”

  “That’s okay,” Mel said. “I just wanted to taste you.”

  “And?”

  “You’re delicious.”

  “Kiss me so I can taste it.”

  Mel did as she was asked, and Joey actually got hot watching her with her tongue in Tiffany’s mouth. She sure as hell wasn’t attracted to Mel, but seeing someone else with Tiffany was arousing. The girl was beyond hot, and Joey could easily watch her get fucked often.

  “Do you two ever mess around?” Tiffany asked when Mel broke the kiss.

  “God no!” they said in unison.

  “But you’re both really good-looking.”

  “You’re talking nonsense now,” Joey said, finally taking the towel from Tiffany’s eyes.

  “I guess we won’t be surfing after all,” Mel said.

  “I’ve got to get going,” Tiffany said, apparently undaunted that she was still lying spread eagle in front of them. She watched Mel staring at her pussy.

  “You sure?” Mel asked.

  “I might have time to please you if you’d like.” Tiffany smiled.

  “Thanks. Maybe some other time. Joey, I’ll meet you across from The Shack then?”

  “Sure. I’ll be there in a few.”

  “I’ll see you later, Tiffany.” She left Joey and Tiffany alone.

  “Are you ever going to untie me?” Tiffany asked.

  “Oh, yeah.” Joey untied her ankles.

  “The cuff key is on the dresser.”

  Joey unlocked the handcuffs and watched as Tiffany moved her hands and feet, getting the circulation back in them. Her body was perfect, and she was almost sad that Tiffany would be putting clothes on to cover it. She kissed her hard and closed her hand on a shapely breast.

  “What was that for?”

  “Because you’re too fucking hot. You just lay there and let my best friend have a go at you and you didn’t care.”

  “Why would I care? She knew what she was doing, and it was hot with both of you fucking me.” She moved her hand between Joey’s bare legs to find her still wet and hard. “Didn’t you enjoy it?”