by Fiona Zedde
“I have to cancel on you tonight,” her best friend said. “Can we do dinner tomorrow instead?”
“No ‘hey, how you doing, how was your day’?” She took a few steps away from Kendra to claim some privacy.
Renee sighed. “How are you doing? How was your day?” she asked dutifully, then, “Are you okay with me canceling on you?”
“Yeah, sure. It’s no problem. But if you’re blowing me off for dick, just don’t make a habit of it.”
She could feel Renee’s blush all the way through the phone and that made her laugh.
“It’s nothing like that,” Renee said. “I have to work late again tonight.”
“Ugh. Even worse!”
Renee laughed. “Tomorrow night?”
“Yeah. See you then,” Mayson said, still chuckling, and hung up the phone.
She turned and stumbled into Kendra’s hopeful smile. Mayson sighed. She had been looking forward to the bath and her meditation and also to the long unwind of her midweek dinner ritual with Renee. The bath and meditation suddenly lost their appeal.
“Let’s go grab that caffeine-free drink,” she said. “But I’ll take my own car.”
Kendra grinned. “No problem, just follow me.” She turned and Mayson’s eyes dropped to the dip and rise of her ass as she walked across the parking lot.
Not bad.
At the coffee shop, Kendra parked her yellow Mustang near the front in the half-empty parking lot. Mayson followed, squeezing her convertible between two SUVs. Getting out of the car, she trailed behind Kendra’s swinging backside into the cozy shop with its smell of roasting beans and heated milk.
At the counter, they got their drinks—a green tea for Mayson and some sort of latte for Kendra—which Kendra promptly paid for.
“I was the one who asked you out,” she said.
Mayson didn’t fight her for the privilege of paying.
By the time they got their drinks and moved to a table at the rear of the café, she’d had long enough to consider this woman and what it was that she really wanted.
“Am I wrong to feel a bit stalked by you?” she asked, cupping her hands around the warm paper cup.
Kendra’s eyes went wide with surprise. “Absolutely wrong. I just know what I want. After seeing you at the party the other night, I definitely want you.”
No more pretense about yoga, then.
Carefully, Mayson took a sip of her hot tea. She held the honeyed sweetness on her tongue for a moment before speaking. “You’re very assertive.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“Everything in its time and place,” Mayson said with a faint smile.
“Are you saying I shouldn’t chase after you? Should I wait until you notice me, then bat my lashes to get you close?” Kendra shook her head. “I don’t work like that. And I’m not sorry about it.” She took Mayson’s hand and placed it on the table. With her eyes on Mayson’s face, she traced long fingernails over the upturned palm. “A strong woman is nothing to be afraid of.”
“Says who?” A shudder of delight bisected Mayson’s body in the wake of Kendra’s caress. She pondered the surprise of that reaction in silence. This Kendra woman was nice to look at but she wasn’t the type Mayson usually went for. The long nails were a definite deal breaker, and she said as much.
“Then I’ll cut them,” Kendra said.
Mayson’s lips twitched. Ego stroke, check. “Do you even know what you’re running after with such enthusiasm?”
“Of course. A beautiful woman.” Kendra shook her shampoo-commercial hair like she’d just given the correct answer to a million-dollar question.
Mayson sipped her tea and carefully scrutinized the other woman again, noticing the way she leaned back in the chair, breasts out, chin up, her leg a long, inviting line under their table. Especially when a man passed by.
“Have you ever been with a woman?”
Kendra looked down at her latte that she’d barely touched. “Not exactly.” Her eyes flitted back up to Mayson’s. “But there’s a first time for everything.”
“I’m not anyone’s experiment,” Mayson said, making her voice firm. “I don’t do straight women.” She didn’t know why she was even entertaining Kendra’s foolishness. This pushy woman wouldn’t have gotten this far if it weren’t for Mayson’s reluctance to go home to an empty evening.
Kendra looked down into her cup again, swirling her finger into the lukewarm liquid. “I’ve wanted to be with a woman since I was eleven years old,” she said without looking up.
“Then try this with someone else. There are a lot of women out there who’d love to take on a virgin. I’m just not one of them.”
Kendra raised her eyes, peering up at Mayson through her lashes. Her hair rippled over her shoulders in a dark wave. Her lips parted to receive the finger that had been swirling through her coffee. She sucked the finger clean. “You can’t honestly say that you don’t want me.”
“Oh, I never said that.” Mayson couldn’t lie about the unwelcome flicker of interest that flared in her belly. “No matter how hot they are, I don’t fuck straight women. Period.”
A smile shaped Kendra’s lips as she slowly shook her head. “You’re a hard nut, Mayson.” She leaned in to touch her wet finger against Mayson’s mouth. “But I’m going to crack you wide open. And you’ll enjoy every moment of it.”
Chapter 11
Kendra was making good on her promise. Any moment now, Mayson knew she would break under the straight woman’s relentless pursuit. It wasn’t that she needed sex—far from it. Mayson had gone months without it and was just fine. And it certainly wasn’t because she found Kendra so overwhelmingly attractive that she had to have her.
It was simply that Kendra had good timing and good technique. She sent flowers to the studio, luscious and deep pink, with damp vulval petals and coyly hidden clitoral buds. Right after they were delivered, she called asking what the blooms reminded Mayson of. With a low laugh, Kendra shared that she had another floral delivery for her but this one she had to give in person. Like the flowers she already sent, it too was damp and Mayson would have to bring her nose very close to experience its unique scent.
In the late afternoon, she called when Mayson was still wet from the bath, her skin prickling from the water’s heat.
“I wish I was there to dry you,” Kendra said, her voice barely a whisper. “With my tongue.”
Mayson was far from immune to the seduction.
“I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone this persistent,” she said to Renee over the phone after an exhausting day at the studio. Another day that hadn’t gone quite as she planned.
One of Kendra’s floral deliveries sat on her living room table, already wilting under the burden of its third day in a vase.
“Are you sure you want to go there?” Renee asked.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean are you sure you want to have sex with her? Don’t tell me that’s not where your mind and your privates were going?”
Mayson shifted guiltily in the armchair even though her best friend wasn’t there to see. “She isn’t bad looking.”
“If you say so. She’s not really my type.”
“Very funny.”
“Poor May. The little straight girl has you all tied up in knots, huh?” Renee teased.
“Not yet.”
They laughed.
A tone rang in Mayson’s ear, another call coming in. “Hold on,” she told Renee, then looked at the display. She didn’t recognize the number.
“Hello?”
“Don’t tell me you don’t know my number by now.”
Kendra’s sultry voice on the other end of the line made her breath catch. What would the woman say this time? Mayson sank low into her chair and waited to find out.
“The point is, I know who’s calling now,” she said.
Kendra chuckled, her voice low and delicious, floating just so into Mayson’s crotch.
�
�I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”
“Not a thing.” Mayson’s tongue floated over her lips. “What do you have in mind?”
“Just a little conversation, as usual. Nothing more.”
But there was obviously much more on her mind. And although Mayson knew she should hang up, a part of her even wanted to hang up, she brought the phone closer to her ear.
“I’m listening,” she said.
“I’ve been thinking about you.” Kendra’s voice dropped lower, creating an intimacy so immediate that Mayson readily imagined the woman unbuttoning her blouse to get more comfortable, easing it off her shoulders and leaving her breasts clad only in a lace bra. A red lace bra.
“I’m afraid to ask what you’ve been thinking.”
“There’s no reason to be afraid, Mayson. I’m just a girl, and you’re a girl too. Isn’t that perfect? It’s like we belong together. Girl on girl.” Kendra’s wicked laugh came again, in adorable denial of her cheesy come-on.
Mayson pursed her mouth in amusement and surprise. She’d never been pursued this hard before and, although aggressive femmes weren’t her thing, the blood thudded hard in her veins at the thought of what Kendra would do to her—what they could do to each other—when the straight woman finally caught her.
“Do you even know what to do with a girl? On a girl?”
“Not yet. But I can’t imagine that it’s anything different from what I’ve done before.”
Mayson silently laughed. She was really starting to warm up to this situation.
“When I was little,” Kendra breathed, “I played house with a bunch of neighbor girls. We’d grind on top of each other and pretend to make babies.” Kendra made a low, sweet sound as if remembering those long-gone childhood days. “It felt so good.” The sound came again. “I thought being with boys would be the same way, but it wasn’t.”
“Yeah, girls and boys definitely do it differently.” Don’t say it. Don’t say it. But Mayson ignored the voice in her head. “I could show you how.” And just like that, she took the bait.
“Really? I’d love it if you would.” Kendra paused. “Tell me what you would do. Would you rub your juicy pussy all over mine until we both came?”
“Pussy,” huh? Yeah, they were definitely on intimate terms now.
Mayson swallowed. “We can start with that if you like. Ease in with the familiar since you’ve done that kind of thing before.”
Even though Kendra said she’d never been with another woman before, Mayson didn’t quite believe it. Her brain ran wild with images. Kendra in college playing dress-up. Hair in pigtails. Breasts a heavy handful as she crouched, naked from the waist down, over another half-naked girl. Holding her pussy lips apart. Grinding back and forth in wet friction, both girls panting, their mouths open in surprise at their marvelous discovery. Mayson’s index finger nudged the seam of her pants.
Kendra’s voice licked at Mayson through the phone. “You can fuck me with a strap-on, too. I’ve seen that in the pornos.” Her voice held the tone of a confessional. “I could be that girl for you,” she continued before Mayson could say anything. “The one who gets fucked by the big dildo. You can put it in my mouth first, get it wet. I promise not to gag on it.”
Really?
Mayson’s fingers slipped between the thin pants and her warm skin. The slightest pressure of her hand against her clit nudged her arousal higher.
“Go on,” she murmured.
“I’ll work it with my mouth, get my tongue all over it.” The image of that pink tongue swirling around the head of her favorite dildo made Mayson’s clit nearly jump out of her pants. She shoved the black cotton low enough on her hips to get better access. Her furred pussy peeked out, the hairs already damp with her excitement.
“When it’s good and wet, you can ease it into my pussy, slowly. It’s so big but I can take it. I’m pinching my nipples. You’re getting ready to ream my pussy. My nipples are so sensitive. I want you to suck them and roll them around in your mouth—that fucking sexy mouth. Every time I see you, I just want to kiss you and smear my juice all over your mouth.” Kendra moaned like Mayson was working a dick inside her, sliding it deep into that pink hole and strumming her thumb across Kendra’s swollen clit.
Mayson hummed her appreciation, teasing herself as Kendra’s words painted an image behind her closed eyelids.
Her hips moved in the chair, curling up toward her fingers.
“You can have that juice anytime you want, baby. I’m always wet for you. Always…” The word ended on a ragged groan.
Mayson was finished playing. She found her groaning place, thumb and fingers working her entrance and her clit. A tightening began in her belly. Her nipples hardened painfully under her shirt.
“I can’t wait for you to fuck me with that big dick,” Kendra gasped in her ear. “I’m ready for you. I’m ready!” Her panting groans stroked Mayson’s senses. “My clit is so big thinking about what you’ll do to me.”
Mayson imagined sucking Kendra’s clit held up to her mouth, the other woman on her back with her hips thrust up, holding herself apart with her fingers, baring her deep pink pussy to Mayson’s ravenous mouth.
Ah. Yes. That would be very, very nice. Orgasm slammed into Mayson. She shivered in the chair, hips bucking as her juice ran between her fingers and soaked her thighs.
On the phone, Kendra’s moans continued. Mayson waited until she heard what could have been an orgasmic wail.
“Damn,” Mayson murmured appreciatively. She pulled up her pants, jerking as her fingers brushed her still-sensitive clit.
Kendra laughed. “Think about that until I see you next time.”
The line clicked as she hung up. Leather pressed abruptly into the back of Mayson’s head as she dropped back against the chair. She felt like purring. That was even better than the dream she had the other night about Kendra on her kitchen table. Renee would call her twenty kinds of—
“Shit!”
She grabbed the phone from where it had dropped into her lap and quickly hit “redial.”
“I’m so sorry, honey,” she said when Renee answered the phone.
“I can’t believe you just did that. You ditched me to have phone sex with that… that person. Don’t bother to deny it!”
“Sorry, Renee.”
“You already said that.”
“Am I forgiven?” Mayson asked, still cringing.
“Did you come?”
Mayson blushed, a fiery scorch of heat that blew across her face and squeezed her eyes tight with embarrassment. Even she hadn’t been ready for that.
“That answers my question.” Renee snickered. “You’re a fast come. I’m surprised. At least with this preview, your little friend will know what to expect when she finally gets you into bed.”
“I’m not always so quick, dammit. Not that you need to know that.”
“I really don’t.” Her friend laughed again. “Seriously, though, Mayson. Be careful with this woman. She already seems too attached to you.”
“I’m not going to do anything with this woman—”
“Aside from have a little more harmless phone sex? Before you know it you’ll be asking her to come over for the sex in person. Then you won’t be able to get rid of her.”
“You think I’m that good?” Mayson had to laugh.
Renee didn’t dignify that with a comment. “Chalk this one up to a loss, my friend. If you’re so horny, go find yourself a real lesbian.”
“Don’t discriminate against Kendra because she wants to walk on the dyke side. If she wants to eat a little pussy and suck on my silicone dick, who am I to tell her no?”
Renee was quiet for a moment. “I see you’ve already made up your mind about this.”
“Not really. I just like to fuck with you.” Although I’d honestly love to fuck little Miss Kendra too.
“Whatever, May. Just take it easy. It’s only sex. You don’t have to take what she offers just because it’s there.”
Chapter 12
Renee hung up the phone and dropped it on the couch beside her. The uneasy feeling she’d had when Mayson met Kendra had only grown worse. The girl was too pushy. And too trashy.
She winced at the uncharacteristically spiteful thought. But Kendra was trashy. With that headful of weave and her tits practically shoved in Mayson’s face, she reeked of desperation. And Mayson was soaking it all up with a damn biscuit.
Renee picked up the remote and turned on the TV. Oh, good. Law & Order SVU. It was an episode she’d already seen but she could never get enough of Mariska Hargitay. She drew the blanket over her legs and curled up on the couch.
Watching Elliot beat up a perp, Renee realized she’d become used to a mostly celibate Mayson. Over the years, there had been a few girls, but no one who occupied much of her friend’s time or attention. Certainly no one she’d hung up on Renee for. In the bigger scheme of things, this woman, Kendra, meant nothing. Then why was her presence in May-son’s life so upsetting?
Chapter 13
The meeting had gone on far too long. Renee glanced at her watch. Half past six. Nine hours of her workday gone and nothing decided. She narrowed her eyes at Alonzo, who sat at the head of the conference table, laughing like a hyena at another one of Frank Delaney’s weak jokes. The man next to him, Ranulf Skarsgard, smiled only occasionally, his teeth just another slash of paleness against his blond hair and his winter-white skin.
Frank apparently reached the punch line of his joke, because they all laughed, even Ranulf. In his mirth, Alonzo slapped the shoulder of the man near him, Ranulf’s assistant, another blond, who looked uncomfortable but didn’t move from the close circle of men, a circle into which Renee had clearly not been invited. Time and time again during the meeting, Alonzo had shoved aside or disregarded her ideas, downplaying her role in creating the campaign for Ranulf and his uniquely Norwegian chocolate company that was trying to break its way into the American market.
