Joey and Mel made their way to the bar and ordered a couple of beers. As they turned away from the bar, they found themselves face-to-face with two women they recognized from their previous trip.
“Hey, you two,” the one named Amanda sidled up to Joey.
“Well, hello, stranger,” Joey said. “How’ve you been?”
“I’ve missed you.” Amanda ran her finger along Joey’s stomach and up her chest.
Joey didn’t like the feeling in the pit of her stomach telling her to walk away. She knew Amanda would be a fine diversion, yet thoughts of Samantha floated through her mind. Samantha cooking dinner. Samantha asleep next to her. Samantha lying naked on the couch.
“Buddy?” Mel was looking at her.
“Yeah? What’s up?”
“You with us?”
“Of course.”
“You were seriously lost in space. Come on, we’re going to sit with these women.”
“Right behind you.”
Joey slid into the booth, leaving plenty of room between herself and Amanda, who quickly slid next to her.
“What’s the matter, Joey? Afraid I’ll bite? I’d think you’d be hoping I would.”
Joey drained her beer and slid out of the booth to get another. She was grateful for the crowd at the bar, giving herself time to analyze whatever the hell she was feeling. She was lost in her thoughts when she felt a hand on her arm. She turned to see Mel.
“What the fuck, man?”
“What?”
“You act like Amanda’s got cooties or something. Have you forgotten our last trip? I, for one, am looking for a repeat, but you’re acting like you’re fucking frigid.”
Joey pulled her arm away and just stared at Mel. She wished she had an answer, but as much as she wanted a repeat performance as well, she couldn’t handle the idea of cheating on Samantha.
“Buddy, come on. Talk to me. Your woman just dumped your ass for a fucking ghost. You should be looking for any piece of ass that’ll get your mind off her.”
Joey thought about what Mel had said and tried to bring back some of the anger she’d felt when Samantha had first told her to take a hike. She drew on the memory of the moment Samantha told her she had moved too fast and how she’d been feeling when she felt like that little baby boy had been ripped from her life. She didn’t owe that bitch anything.
“You’re right. I don’t know what my problem is. Let’s have some fun.”
She ordered each of them a shot of tequila, which they quickly downed while the bartender poured a pitcher of beer for them. They got back to the table with Joey feeling much more like her old self. She slid next to Amanda, pressing her into the wall. She traced her finger along the opening of her blouse and over the top of her soft mounds.
“Now, where were we?”
“That’s the Joey I remember.” Amanda closed her hand over Joey’s and guided it under her bra.
Joey’s fingers scissored around her nipple and tugged on it while bending her head to suck on Amanda’s neck. She smelled of coconut and sunshine. Joey burrowed against her.
“Easy there,” Amanda moved her away. “Save something for later.”
Joey’s body was on fire with need, and she didn’t want to wait.
“Is there somewhere we can go?” she whispered hoarsely. “Somewhere for some quick release? Maybe a preview of what’s to come?”
“No, there’s not.” Amanda laughed. “You’ll need to be patient.”
The band slowed the tempo down and Amanda asked Sara to join her on the floor. Joey and Mel stood to let them out then watched as they moved against each other to the rhythm pulsating through the bar.
“I’m so glad you’re feeling better,” Mel said.
“Me, too. I’d forgotten how fucking hot these two were.”
“No doubt.”
They watched as Amanda put her hands on Sara’s ass and pulled her to her, grinding her own hips into Sara’s. The women kissed, mouths open, tongues visibly moving over each other.
“Holy fuck!” Joey said as her crotch clenched at the sight.
“I want some of that,” Mel said.
“I want all of that.”
“That’s the spirit.”
They were speechless as Sara reached her hand into Amanda’s blouse and fished out a breast. Holding it in plain view of all around, she lowered her mouth to it.
The rest of the dancers were barely moving as they, too, watched the show. Amanda unbuttoned her shirt so Sara could more easily get to her breast. She moved her hand to Sara’s skirt, hiking it up and exposing her to the observers. She ran her fingers along her slit, finally slipping them inside while pressing her palm against Sara’s clit.
“Damn, they’re not saving anything for us,” Joey said.
“I’ve a feeling there’s plenty more where this is coming from.”
Amanda withdrew her hand and fixed Sara’s skirt before offering her fingers for Sara to suck clean. She glanced over at Joey and winked as the song ended and she tucked her breast away and buttoned her blouse.
Joey was already wet and hard when Sara walked up and kissed her, slipping her juice-coated tongue into Joey’s mouth.
“I taste good, don’t I?”
“Yeah, you do.”
“Share,” Amanda said, pulling Joey’s mouth to hers. Joey crushed her lips with her own and ran her tongue all around her mouth.
“You sure there’s nowhere we can go?” Joey was breathing heavily and craving Amanda’s body.
“The night is still young, stud muffin.” She took Joey’s hand and walked back to the table.
Joey looked around to see where Mel was and saw her bent over the pool table. Sara was lying on the table with her legs wrapped around Mel, who was pressing her pelvis into Sara.
“Someone’s not going to be happy their game’s interrupted,” Joey murmured.
“Are you kidding? What self-respecting butch is going to complain about a spread femme on display?”
“I had forgotten how little y’all care for who sees what.”
“Life’s too short to worry about others. If it feels good, do it.”
“Works for me.” She leaned Amanda back and kissed her, cupping her ample breast in the process. She played her thumb over the nipple that was poking through her blouse.
“Suck my tit, please.”
Joey looked around self-consciously, then thought what the hell. She unfastened a couple of buttons and pulled Amanda’s bra down, exposing a firm, pale breast crowned with a taut pink nipple. She gently cupped the breast and lowered her mouth to suck the nipple.
Amanda placed a hand on either side of Joey’s head and arched into her, urging her to take more in her mouth, to suck harder.
Joey took a long draw on her and sucked a large portion of the breast in her mouth. She gently closed her teeth on it and frantically ran her tongue all over.
“Oh fuck, you feel good.” Amanda said. She took her breast in her hand, and with her other hand, she guided Joey’s hand between her legs.
Joey ran her fingers along the moist crotch of Amanda’s lightweight slacks. She pressed them against Amanda’s swollen lips, slowly at first, but faster as the need took over. She moved her hand to the elastic waist band and slipped under, searching for, needing to be inside the source of her wetness.
Amanda grabbed Joey’s wrist.
“Not so fast.”
“Oh, fuck.” Joey’s breathing was labored, her arousal making her dizzy. “Why not?”
“Not here.”
“But…”
“I know. I allow for a lot. But I want you to wait for it.”
“Oh, shit, baby. I need you so fucking bad.”
Amanda laughed as she helped Joey to a sitting position and put herself back together.
Joey sat back hard against the back of the booth and grabbed her beer. She emptied her glass, sitting it down just as Mel and Sara came back.
“You feeling okay?” Mel asked Joey. “You look a little haggard.�
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Joey exhaled and poured another beer.
“Just a little frustrated.”
Mel looked at Amanda who winked.
“I wouldn’t let your friend get what she wanted.”
“You both seem pretty good at that,” Mel said.
“It’s not like you won’t get it eventually,” Sara joined in. “We just like to make sure you want it.”
“Oh, I want it,” Joey said. “I don’t think anyone can question that.”
“Then you don’t mind waiting for it,” Amanda said.
“It’s all good.” Joey grinned. “I just need to get my heart rate back to normal and try to make my crotch stop throbbing.”
“Oh, sweetie,” Amanda cooed and slid her hand between Joey’s legs. “There’s no reason to stop throbbing.”
Joey closed her eyes and tried, to no avail, to make her clit stop swelling.
“Sometimes there is.” It was Joey’s turn to move Amanda’s hand.
“You’re really about to blow, aren’t you?” Sara laughed.
Joey glared at her.
“Let’s dance, Joey. We’ll work off some of that energy.”
Joey figured there was no harm in dancing with Sara to a fast song, so she followed her to the floor.
She was finally cooling off, dancing and eyeballing the rest of the dancers. She turned her focus back to Sara, who was swaying her hips suggestively as she squeezed her breasts together. She ran her hands over them, which resulted in her nipples popping under her shirt.
Joey stared briefly then tried to look away but couldn’t as Sara smoothed her hands down her body and toyed with the hem on her skirt. As she moved her hips in time to the music, she slid her skirt up millimeters at a time until finally the edge of it barely covered her. Joey strained to see the hot pussy she knew was under there, but Sara was skilled at keeping it just out of view.
Joey was a frustrated, wet mess yet again and struggled to maintain her composure. Her gaze met Sara’s, and she sensed a dare. She wondered briefly what Sara would do if she dropped to her knees and buried her face between her legs. She knew she wouldn’t go that far but couldn’t control herself when Sara danced closer.
“I want you to touch me, Joey,” she whispered in her ear. “I need your fingers on my clit.”
Joey pulled her close with one hand while her other snaked between her legs, her fingers gliding over Sara’s slick, hard clit. She rubbed circles on it while Sara closed her mouth over Joey’s. Joey returned the kiss, her tongue darting into Sara’s mouth as her fingers ran along her opening.
Sara pulled away and laughed, spinning around to the music. Joey stared after her, wondering how she’d survive the night.
The song ended, and Joey and Sara returned to the table.
“Doesn’t Sara have the softest pussy?” Amanda pressed her breasts against Joey.
“It’s very nice. But I seem to recall yours was very soft and wet, as well.”
“Do you know how wet you get me?”
“Why don’t you let me find out?”
“I will. I can’t wait to feel you fucking me again.”
“You’re killing me,” Joey moaned.
“Poor baby. Would you like me to put my hand in your shorts? Do you want me to take your clit between my thumb and finger and stroke you off?”
“Damn, you’re a tease.”
Amanda unbuttoned Joey’s shorts. Joey moved away.
“You’re not gonna do me in public.”
“Why not? You wanted to fuck me right here.”
“That’s different.”
“How?” Amanda softly kissed Joey’s neck, barely touching it with her lips. “I want to touch you.”
Joey looked over at Mel, who was lip locked with Sara. Joey’s clit was standing up, throbbing, begging to be stroked. But she wasn’t comfortable having Amanda’s hand down her shorts in the bar. She glanced around and realized no one was paying any attention to what was happening at their table. Women were making out and caressing each other all over the bar. She unzipped her shorts.
“Good boi,” Amanda cooed as she slipped her hand down Joey’s shorts and under the waistband of her boxers. Joey held her breath as Amanda’s hand moved past her mons, stopping with her fingertips just shy of Joey’s clit.
Joey looked at her and swallowed hard.
“What are you doing?”
Amanda laughed.
“I can feel your heat from here.”
“If you’re not going to touch me, then take your hand out and let me zip my shorts.”
“You’re so impatient tonight. Has it been a while?” She moved her hand lower, running her finger along Joey’s outer lips.
“I thought you were gonna stroke my clit,” Joey said through clenched teeth.
“What are you two doing over there?” Sara asked.
Joey yanked Amanda’s hand out of her shorts and zipped them, embarrassed that Mel had seen them.
“I was trying to help Joey out.”
“You were teasing me more.”
“I was getting there.”
“You should have let her take care of you,” Mel said.
“I can wait. We were just having fun.” She poured the last of the pitcher into Mel’s glass then made her way to the bar. She felt breasts pressed into her back and heard Amanda whisper in her ear.
“Let’s go out to my car.”
“Are you serious? Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve done it in a car?”
“Come on.” Amanda took her hand and dragged her through the bar and out into the cool night air.
Joey allowed herself to be pulled along, excited at the prospect of finally having at Amanda.
Amanda stopped and fumbled in her pocket for her keys.
“This is your car?” Joey asked, staring at the brand new Dodge Charger.
“I’ve heard all the comments that this car’s too butch for me, so spare me.”
“No. That’s not what I was thinking. I just realized I’m too old to fuck in the backseat of a car.”
“Then we’ll fuck in the front seat.”
“No, really. You can keep teasing me. I’ll make it. I promise.”
She took Amanda’s hand and tried to pull her away from the car. Amanda pulled her back to her. She laced her fingers behind Joey’s neck before running them through her hair.
“Come on, Joey. I’m saying I want you. I need you now. Are you really not going to help me out?”
Joey needed to get back inside. As much as she wanted to rip Amanda’s clothes off her, she couldn’t allow herself to climb into Samantha’s car to do it. She wished she could come up with a graceful way to get out of it.
“It seems to me that since you keep me waiting, I can keep you waiting.”
“But there’s nobody out here. No one will see us.”
“But I also won’t be able to get at you as completely as I need to. And, baby, when we do this, I don’t want either of us holding back.”
“You’re really going to make me wait, aren’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am, I am.”
“Well, damn, Joey. I may not have given you enough credit.” She pulled Joey to her and kissed her, pressing her tongue into her mouth and sucking on Joey’s.
Joey’s resolve wavered as she felt the magic Amanda worked with her tongue. But visions of Samantha kept dancing through her head, and she realized she wasn’t ready to do Amanda. She didn’t want her. She didn’t want anyone but Samantha.
She pulled away.
“Let’s get back inside.”
“Okay, we’ll save it for later.”
Joey followed Amanda into the bar, wondering how she’d manage to get out of fucking her. No matter how hot she was, or how much they’d been teasing each other, she knew she couldn’t go through with it.
She considered how much it would hurt her reputation, but even that couldn’t make her want Amanda. All she wanted was to be alone. She wasn’t sure how that was going to happen
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Chapter Twenty-one
The mood was ruined for Joey. She didn’t want Amanda. She wanted Samantha. The realization made her sick to her stomach. Samantha had no right to hold her hormones hostage. She was irritated as hell when she got back to the booth.
“That didn’t take long,” Sara said.
“Nothing happened.” Amanda sat in the corner with her arms crossed.
“What the fuck?” Mel asked.
“What? I’m not in the mood. Fuckin’ give me a break.”
“Not in the mood? Bullshit,” Mel said.
“Move,” Amanda said.
Joey scooted out of the booth to let Amanda out. She slid back in as Amanda moved to sit on the other side of Mel. She pressed her breasts against Mel and ran her hand along her thigh.
“I bet this one can keep up,” she cooed.
“You know I can.” Mel leaned back and closed her eyes, clearly enjoying the attention.
Joey fumed quietly. She willed herself to want Amanda, to feel the wet throbbing she’d felt just moments before. But all she could think about was the ultrasound, seeing what she thought was her unborn son. Then the joy and exhilaration that Samantha had ripped from her. The pain in her heart was fresh.
She left the threesome at the table and cut through the crowd on her way to the bar. She ordered a double shot of tequila, hoping it would cloud her judgment, but all it did was make her more melancholy.
She sauntered back to the table where Amanda and Sara were all over Mel. Realizing her presence wasn’t needed, she left the bar hoping to find some peace in solitude.
Joey wandered along the beach as the cold water swirled around her ankles. The wind slapped her face, and she hoped the cool, foggy air would help her clear her mind. She kept replaying the afternoon Samantha dumped her. She remembered the thrill and excitement and anticipation she’d been feeling as she drove to Samantha’s house. How she’d hoped they’d make love to celebrate their healthy baby. She hadn’t seen the end coming. She’d been totally blindsided.
She brushed away one unwelcome tear, then another. She finally gave up and let them flow unabated. She sobbed openly and loudly on the deserted beach, finally allowing herself to fully grieve the loss of her family.
Emotionally exhausted, sad and angry, she climbed on a group of rocks and sat to watch the water break around her. She told herself she’d sit for a moment and then head back to the bar.
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