Sarah screamed into Nina’s mouth as she came again. Nina started kissing her neck. Added another finger.
“Nina! Nina!” Sarah knew she was begging, but she didn’t know what for. Everything Nina had done had left her pussy swollen, sensitive, and in need. Now, like a livewire, it only took one touch and—electricity.
Sarah came again, shaking and screaming, and Nina kissed all along her open mouth. She added another finger. Three perfect fingers, fucking away at Sarah. All it took to bring her completely under control.
“If I keep fucking you, will you just keep coming and coming and coming?”
“For you…for you…” Sarah gasped, her mind shattering in rapture. Her limbs shot out in all directions; her head banged against the floor of the tub as Nina bit down on her lip, the painful hit forcing Sarah to try to hold herself still as three perfect fingers entered her and left her, over and over again, always seeming to know exactly where to go to set her off again.
Sarah screamed wordlessly, overwhelmed as Nina fucked her right through another orgasm. She tore her lip out of Nina’s teeth, tasting fresh blood and then being forced to share it as Nina kissed her. She didn’t add any more fingers to Sara’s agonized ecstasy, but the ones already inside her went faster.
“No more,” Sarah muttered as Nina licked at her bloody lip. “I can’t—I just can’t…”
“Sarah,” Nina whispered in her ear, darkly amused. “You are.”
Sarah looked down to see that Nina was holding her fingers still. Sarah’s hips were madly rolling into them, fucking the stiff phallus that Nina provided with her hand. And Sarah couldn’t seem to stop herself.
“You’re so damn tight,” Nina continued, “I’m not sure I could pull my fingers out if I wanted to. I think you may be something of a slut, little one.”
Sarah’s eyes rolled back in her head as she came again. It hurt a little this time. Good pain. She forced herself to stop nonetheless, half-convinced that if she didn’t, she might just fuck Nina forever.
“That’s enough,” Sarah gasped, gulping in air. She painfully worked herself off Nina’s fingers, leaving them dripping wet. “Enough.”
“I think not. After all, we still have to moisturize.”
Sarah’s flesh turned to goose pimples, demanding more, all, everything.
First, Nina picked up the fluffiest towel Sarah had ever seen and patted her dry. The soft down tickled her sex, heightening her sex drive once more and easing her sore body back into overdrive. Sarah panted, not sure if she should thank Nina or beg her for mercy.
When Nina took the towel away, Sarah shook, still not certain what she wanted but aware she hadn’t gotten it. Smiling brightly, Nina uncapped a bottle of moisturizing cream and filled her hand.
“I’ll come!” Sarah gasped like a warning, as Nina’s hand neared her pussy.
“I know you will. I want you to.” Nina laid her hand flat against Sarah’s groin, letting the cool lotion touch Sarah for a moment before beginning to gently, insistently rub. “One more. Just to show you who’s boss.”
Sarah could only moan as Nina rubbed the lotion into her pussy. She started off slow, almost teasingly, and Sarah thought she couldn’t get off from that. Her body disagreed. It heated up, had her toes curling and her fingers turning to fists, and Nina noticed. She smiled and went faster, her hand making a steady circuit of Sarah’s groin, circling her thighs and pussy and clit, touching them all in painstaking order. Sarah’s hands twitched. Her feet kicked.
“Come for me, Sarah,” Nina said with a few little kisses to her cheek. “I know you can. Just once more. You know you want to. Just let it happen.”
“I can’t—I can’t—can’t take it!”
“You can and you will.” Now Nina was kissing Sarah’s barely parted lips, her hand sliding up and down, from Sarah’s lower belly all the way to her asshole. The friction it left in its wake heated up with each pass, burning a hole in Sarah’s sex. She was going to catch fire.
“Mercy!”
“No.”
“Mercy!”
“Come.”
It felt too good. Sarah was too close, her pussy was too sensitive, and Nina was too good. She felt herself being lost in Nina’s insistent, perfect touch. The heat was rising to close her throat, turn her ears red, and she wasn’t sure why she’d ever run away from this.
Nina wasn’t bothering to kiss her anymore. Now she just hovered over Sarah, rolling Sarah’s cunt in her hand as if it were a stress toy, the slick flesh sliding over, under, around her fingers. Sarah was being manhandled in her most intimate area, a place only one other person had even seen, and she loved it. Loved Nina.
“Love ya!” Sarah whimpered as Nina ground down on her clit and she came again. This time she actually squirted, a feeling of swelling and building and releasing and gushing and finishing.
Then she was done, really done, couldn’t move a muscle, just dropped boneless to the floor of the tub. And Nina brought a dripping hand to her mouth and licked the back of it, like a cat about to clean herself.
“Did I say something?” Sarah asked when she could breathe again.
“‘Love ya,’” Nina reported, as coy and pleased as she’d been when Sarah had found her body rutting without her like a malfunctioning machine. She took off her waterlogged nightie and tossed it in the sink, then put in the plug and turned the faucet on, filling the tub with warm, soothing water. “Don’t worry about it. I found it quite refreshing. Everyone is so self-conscious during sex. It’s all ‘fuck me’ this and ‘oh shit’ that. The last time I had a really great orgasm, all I could think was ‘Jiminy Christmas.’ That’s the point of sex, after all. You can’t think.”
Steam filled the air. Sarah could feel her toes again. When the tub filled, Nina turned the water off and maneuvered them around as if it was old hat, positioning them so Sarah was in her lap and held securely in her arms. She kissed the back of Sarah’s neck, one of the places that hadn’t been touched yet. Sarah knew they had a lot of fun times coming up, finding all of those.
“You make me think a lot,” Sarah said.
“Good thoughts, I hope,” Nina replied with another kiss. She reached for the bar of soap in its dish. “How about we wash off that dirty little pussy?”
Sarah turned in Nina’s arms, scooting over so she could kiss Nina. “I think it’ll take more than that to clean me off.”
Nina nodded thoughtfully, building up a lather on Sarah’s shoulders. “Then I suppose I’ll just have to keep fucking you until you’re a good girl.”
The soap was going lower and lower, making Sarah arch back, so far that she saw the window atop the room.
“What time is it?” she asked.
“Do I look like I have a clock on me?” Nina retorted.
“I told my mom I’d help her stock the shelves at her flower shop this afternoon. She got a big shipment in the other— It’s not important.”
Nina bit her lip. “It’s important enough. If you said you’d do something, you should do it.”
“You said you’d keep fucking me until I was a good girl.” Sarah tried to make the words sound as delicious as Nina had, but it was impossible. Nina was speaking another language compared to her.
“Next time, Sarah,” Nina promised, sealing it with one last kiss. “We can have a nice long soak then. I’ll have time to find some bath toys you’ll have a lot of fun playing with.”
Sarah nearly went cross-eyed at the thought. She forced herself out of the tub and grabbed the towel Nina had used earlier, rubbing herself off. She wondered if she’d be left smelling of Nina. Then she remembered Nina had used it on her. More likely she’d end up smelling like pussy. Great.
“Next time, we can dry each other off too,” Nina added, still relaxing in the water.
Another shiver of anticipation went through Sarah. She dropped the towel and went to retrieve her clothes. When Sarah came back to check for her bra, which had disappeared somewhere around her third orgasm, the sight
of Nina totally bare, hidden only by the barely sudsy water, had her pulse racing again.
But Nina’s eyes were distant.
“Sarah,” she said, voice lower than before. “Before, when you begged for mercy—you didn’t mean that, did you? You didn’t really want me to stop?”
“Of course not,” Sarah said as she put her clothes back on. “I was just playing along.”
“I thought so, but I shouldn’t have…been so aggressive. If you wanted me to stop or slow down, you just have to say so.”
“Well, I didn’t. So what’s the problem?”
“And you’re not just saying that?” Nina smiled oddly. “Telling me what I want to hear?”
“No. I was playing around, that’s all. Do you not want me to tell you no unless I mean it?”
“I…” Nina swallowed. “It might be best if you choose a safe word. So we’re clear on what we’re doing.”
“Okay, I will. Then when I don’t use it, you can be sure I want you to keep spanking me as hard as you can.”
“Oh?” Nina asked. Her eyes lit up a little. “Is that what you’re into?”
“If you wanted to know that,” Sarah said, buckling her belt, “you should’ve let me stay in the tub.”
Chapter 9
Sarah needed to decompress. So she went through the motions: She helped Eileen in the flower shop, went home, ate dinner, went to bed, got back up when Eileen woke up, showered, dressed, breakfasted, went to work, and adjusted products on shelves. She just didn’t feel like herself anymore. It was like she’d been changed and didn’t yet recognize herself. As if she was still getting used to a reflection that had done all those things with Nina.
After work, she got on her bike and rode until her thighs burned, looping around town, seeing how long she could go with her fingers off the handlebars. The sun was hot, and when she needed H2O, she stopped at the first water fountain she saw. Wasn’t surprised when she saw her father’s statue there.
And there, sitting next to the statue, was Nina. Sarah said her name as she walked the bike over to her, holding on to it like a security blanket.
Nina returned the greeting, dog-earing her place in the notebook she’d been writing in and pulling her headphones down around her neck. “Sarah, hello. Nice wheels.” She hesitantly patted the bench between herself and the statue. Sarah could tell she didn’t want to impose—was probably worried Sarah was in the middle of some sort of gay panic.
Giving her a reassuring smile, Sarah sat down. “Look who’s out and about. They’re going to kick you out of Hermits United if you keep this up.”
“Hermits United?” Nina asked. “Isn’t that a bit of a paradox?”
“It’s a Doctor Who reference. I assumed someone who never left the house would get it. So, the other night was fun, right?” she said, just to clear the air, and felt the tips of her ears burn. Fun suddenly seemed like a very dirty word.
But Nina was relieved, Sarah could tell. “Yes. Very fun.”
Sarah nodded. It felt good to have things out in the open. It felt like she’d been longing for so long, wanting for so long, and now she could just admit it. Was this what people talked about, “wanting to shout it from the rooftops”? She didn’t need that. She just needed Nina to know.
She looked over at the statue of her dad. Pen in one hand, notebook in the other, lip curled in thought as he prepared to jot down an idea that would never make the page. “He took those damned notebooks with him everywhere. He was bursting with ideas. Just full of them. It was as if he saw something worth writing down in…everything. I’ve lived here all my life, and the first thing I’ve seen that’s in any way special is you.”
Nina took the compliment with a curt nod, her eyes on the statue. “Do you want to talk about him?”
“Why? You probably know more about him than I do. And that’s the way he wanted it.”
Nina gave an abashed smile. “He talked about you all the time. He didn’t want to neglect you, and he certainly didn’t want to leave you. Any more than my mother wanted to leave me. One car ride and then…” She looked at the statue. “He’s this. The late, great Robert Kay. And I’m not a promising student anymore; I’m his legacy.”
“Better than being a disappointment,” Sarah quipped.
Nina looked taken aback that Sarah was joking, as if this were her father’s grave instead of just a hunk of stone. “No one could be disappointed in you.”
“Well, I have some expert people on it.”
Nina smiled, but she was a million miles away. “My father didn’t care enough to be disappointed. After my mother died…when he had a heart attack, it felt like a formality. Nobody cried at the funeral. They’d cried too much for my mother.”
Sarah felt a tension in her jaw. “We don’t have to talk about this. It was a long time ago. I’m over it.”
“There’s only so over it you ever get. These things are like bruises that never heal. You don’t feel them for a long time, but then they brush against something and it’s back. Like it never left.”
“Guess I just don’t let it brush against anything.” Sarah stood, twinged, suddenly uncomfortable having the statue so close, listening in. “It’s a good statue, at least.”
“Sarah…”
“Nice little thing for the town to have. It was nice of you to donate it.”
Nina reached out and took Sarah’s hand before she could bolt. God, Nina was right. But no, it wasn’t a bruise; it was an open wound. You took the bandage off for one second and there was blood everywhere.
Sarah squeezed Nina’s hand. “You know, I’ve never seen anything the way he saw the world. But with you… If I had a notebook right now… You make me wish I had a notebook, okay?”
Nina picked up the one in her lap and held it out to Sarah, who took it without thinking.
“Oh, we’re being literal now.” She paged through to be polite. “What’s with all the math?” Looking over the pages and pages of formulae, she couldn’t even find X, which was the height of her career in algebra.
“It’s…a little hard to explain. Pattern recognition, mostly. Trying to discern a rhythm in what seems like random sound. Loud, random sound.”
Sarah eyed the headphones around Nina’s throat. “So it’s like listening to dubstep?”
“Even harder,” Nina told her.
>~~~<
Eileen suggesting a trip to the local theater’s Twenty-Four Horrors was just what Sarah needed. It was their annual tradition: The theater showed horror flicks from midnight to midnight, ending in a premiere of the latest scary movie, and for just twenty bucks you could watch as many as you wanted. They’d been going together since Eileen had had to buy Sarah’s tickets for her.
The cinema was about the only cool thing about Bathory. It was an old-fashioned movie house with a triangular marquee above the door, one guy with a hat in a booth selling tickets, and popcorn that was popped in a cart and sold in cartons instead of by the tub. Totally vintage. It didn’t show movies in 3-D, but nobody liked 3-D anyway.
Tickets in hand, Sarah and Eileen got popcorn, Coke, and Milk Duds so expensive Sarah wouldn’t be surprised to find cocaine inside the box. Then it was just waiting in line to get their tickets torn. The guy behind the podium was trying to decide if three acne cases were old enough to see the latest Final Destination, so it took a while to get in.
“You have to hold my hand,” Eileen warned her as they went past the velvet rope and started the search for seats. “Don’t be too cool to hold your mother’s hand.”
“I’m just slightly not that cool,” Sarah promised. “Although I don’t know why you see these new Frankenstein movies when they scare you so bad.”
“Because the first one just left me with so many questions!”
“Like ‘why’d we watch this?’” Sarah teased.
The theater was dark and mostly deserted. A lot of people always showed up for the midnight start, but by noon, most of them headed home, though some had fallen aslee
p in their seats. Eileen and Sarah showed up in the afternoon, before the rush of the evening shows, when the theater started showing the good stuff—The Exorcist, Rosemary’s Baby. From noon to six, it was just whatever B-movies the management could find.
They got seated just in time for millionaires to tell them how much the Will Rogers Institute needed working-class charity. Eileen checked her Facebook one last time and turned her phone off. Then some old-timey horror movie trailers—like Phantom of the Opera back when people didn’t want to bone the Phantom—played to get people in the mood.
She heard a familiar voice—Tyrese was going down the aisle, headed for a seat closer to the screen. The kind Sarah would’ve sat in if she weren’t with her mother, who refused to crane her neck one iota. And with him, Beck. She looked stunning in daisy dukes and a silk print shirt with a grand total of two buttons done up, right where the male population of Bathory would most like them undone. Only a pink hoodie and Tyrese to keep her warm.
In Sarah’s tattered leather-studded skirt and similarly holey tee under her well-loved leather jacket, she looked as if she could’ve been Beck’s bodyguard. She whipped out her phone, summoning up Beck’s number and sending a frantic text: WTF are you doing?
She watched Beck squirm out from under Tyrese’s arm—they were sitting together now—to check her phone before the lights went down. Getting ready to watch a movie, what’s your damage?
With Ty?
Swearing audibly, Beck looked around. Found Sarah behind her, with her mother, and faced front. Hunched over her phone again. Okay, not exactly how I wanted you to find out…
Find out what, exactly?
We’ve decided to give it a try.
So you were going behind my back.
No. U said you were done with us. Yet ur STILL freaking out.
U d freak out too if ur bf cheated on you w ur best friend!
Thot I wasn’t ur best friend anymore
Still fucking tacky
The guy took a hint, S. You were spending all your time at Nina Rose’s.
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