It was time for a ride.
Trixie pounded to the parking lot, hopped onto her one indulgence, a second-hand Harley, and gunned the engine. She rode like there was no tomorrow and headed to the hills miles away from campus. The huge setting sun cast shades of purple, red, orange, and yellow amidst a blue backdrop flanked by tall evergreens. The last bits of autumn leaves clung to mostly barren limbs. She stopped at a scenic rest area to hang out a while and reflect in peace. There were very few areas that relaxed her as completely as this favorite spot of hers. By the time she decided to head back, the sun had left the Harvest moon, along with a crisp chill, in its place.
Her stomach muscles tightened and growled as she threw her leg over the bike. She was hungrier than she thought. Fresh air stimulated her appetite and elevated her mood. There was nothing like the power of her bike between her thighs, all tingling, and ready to roar. Head gear and a leather jacket were the only protection between her and the road. It was exhilarating; the sense of freedom, with the wind whipping over her body, slapping and teasing her like a merciless sex partner. It reminded her of those delectable moments before she surrendered to orgasm.
The entire ride home had Trixie consumed with fantasies about Lisa until her senses went into stimulation overload. Conjuring up images of her pencil straight reddish-brown hair, blowing in a summer breeze on an open field, Trixie had used the excuse of removing a strand or two from Lisa’s mouth to run her finger along the curve of her jaw. She could still feel her satiny skin. There was also the time Lisa was fresh from a steamy shower, dripping with water as her only covering, when Trixie’s clit had swelled, hardened, and threatened to explode, much as it was doing right there on the seat remembering the exquisite vision.
Trixie’s bike dipped as she rounded a turn at top speed. She had to forget about Lisa’s perky breasts and concentrate on driving. She righted her bike moments before her face met the pavement. Lisa filled her with unrelenting desire and frustration. She was the first woman Trixie had ever dared to bare her soul, but only up to a point. Controlling her own destiny was of supreme importance to Trixie Wells, and she loved to test herself at every turn. Riding was about going close to the edge, but not going over. Sex was different. Trixie allowed herself to go over that boundary, enjoying the sweet release when she came, all the while maintaining a distanced control. Love was more complicated than sex and it threw Trixie into an out-of-control panic.
Back at the graduate apartments, Trixie parked her bike and walked up the lawn. She took the stairs three at a time. As soon as she opened the front door, the darkened lounge area seemed odd. Where were Lisa and their other two quad mates? Usually at this hour, the four of them would be scrounging around for dinner, or at least cleaning up before heading to the bars for a wild night of drinking and playing pool.
Trixie shrugged off her leather jacket and threw it over the nearest chair. She flipped the switch on the pole lamp and thought she heard giggling coming from her room. She cupped her ear. What the hell? If she listened closely, she thought she could hear movement and heavy breathing. Trixie saw that the door to their room was partially ajar and figured it must be innocent enough. Surely, Lisa would have told her if she was hooking up with someone. Right?
Trixie hesitated. She didn’t want to startle anyone, so she sneaked a peek, and then rubbed her eyes with her knuckles. “Fuck me sideways,” she swore, not even certain if her words had been audible.
She couldn’t move; she didn’t even dare to breathe more than tiny, shallow intakes of air, while her eyes feasted on the most unexpected, yet incredibly erotic sight she had ever seen. It would have been safer to bet that she would own the university someday than to witness what was happening in the bed next to hers.
Lisa was fucking the blonde bimbette…whose stiletto heels were still on.
Trixie’s feet were crazy glued to the floor. Her heart had ceased to beat and every muscle in her body was paralyzed in shock. She couldn’t turn away, and instead, she watched as Lisa made love to another woman—a woman who wore nothing but heels. It was un-fucking-believable. Trixie didn’t know whether to run or join in.
It burned her alive when Lisa’s mouth teased a nipple, sucking and licking it in a way Trixie had dreamed about often. Lisa worked down the blonde’s body with a trail of wet kisses and her fingers were soon lost between the blonde woman’s swollen lips, while her thumb gently stroked the eager engorged clitoris. Was it her or the blonde who moaned? Trixie imagined herself the recipient of the delightful sounds. How she longed to be in that woman’s place.
“Jamie, I am going to…kiss…your…lovely…body,” Lisa said, between sucks and tender bites.
Automatically, Trixie moved her hand to the top of her pants, slowly undoing the snap and sucking in her breath as Lisa’s fingers were swallowed up again and again in Jamie’s crevices. It was impossible to muffle the groan that escaped her throat. She unzipped her fly and slowly pushed her jeans down with both hands. Silently stepping out of her boots, she stared at Lisa finger-fucking Jamie’s pink meat slicked thick with arousal. Trixie could smell the scent of sex from where she stood in the doorway. She imagined lapping up the juices and swirling her tongue around Lisa’s erect clit—not Jamie’s. The blonde began thrashing about, but Trixie could only think about making Lisa squirm. Not that Jamie wasn’t hot. She was a scorcher, but Trixie’s heart belonged to her best friend. It didn’t help that Trixie had a magnificent view of Lisa’s smooth, flawless back glistening with a fine mist of perspiration, her tantalizing, firm, rounded butt, and a hint of her glistening pussy between each cheek.
Trixie’s cool fingers went to work on her own steamy folds. She urgently encircled her tender peak as she watched Lisa remove her fingers from Jamie’s opening.
“Just a minute, my sweet,” Lisa purred and reached over to the nightstand to grab some supplies, which she promptly applied.
Trixie gasped. Her goody two shoes, straight "A,” proper speaking, Catholic roommate had her lube lathered and gloved finger up that woman’s ass!
“Holy shit!” Trixie shouted before she could stop herself. She tried to pick up her pants and get the hell out of there, but she didn’t get far before Lisa and Jamie realized they had an audience.
Had she not been mortified, she would have laughed at her plight, hopping about frantically trying to get dressed, tripping over pants, and ending up on her ass after stubbing her toe, surely breaking it as it banged into a wall. Why was she always running into walls whenever that blonde was around? She cursed a slew of obscenities under her breath.
“Trixie, wait!” Naked, Lisa ran to catch up, with her wild auburn tresses thrown about every which way. She looked like a Greek goddess. “Oh, my god, Trix, are you hurt?”
Trixie found Lisa’s concern endearing, but embarrassment got the better of her. She was speechless, and she knew her face was redder than a pomegranate.
“Let me help you up.” Lisa had extended her hand when Jamie came out of the room, also naked and looking like a Harlequin princess. Trixie thought she had died and gone to heaven and there was no fucking way she was ever waking up from this dream come true of two luscious babes within her grasp.
“No, wait,” Jamie said, and carefully removed the pants from around Trixie’s ankles. Lisa then lovingly kissed the injured toe and Jamie joined Lisa in helping Trixie limp over to the bed. There was no protest from the deliriously happy butch when two voluptuous, tantalizing femmes helped her off with the rest of her clothes.
When they were all nude, except for the six-inch stilettos that seemed permanently attached to Jamie’s feet, Trixie could barely stay afloat as she drowned in desire. Gone were thoughts of her painful pinky toe as she felt mouths, tongues, and hands touching every part of her body. Gone, at least for this moment, was her jealous rage over Lisa with someone else. Never a stone butch, she reveled in having her clit sucked and licked, and was gratified to know that Lisa was down there doing an expert job. Meanwhile, Jamie made sure Trixie’s breas
ts weren’t neglected. She could share—this once.
Trixie enjoyed letting these femmes have their way before she showed them exactly who was boss. It never did her much good to think she wore the pants in bed, knowing full well that femmes held all the cards, but she had a reputation to uphold. At least while she came, she’d allow the femmes to think they had the upper hand. And what lovely hands they had too! It wasn’t until the last shudder subsided, leaving her sated, that Trixie became anxious to perform her butchly duties, to take control, and give them a night to remember. Usually she had her way first, but it was two against one. Trixie smiled at the thought. When she got done with them, they would want for nothing.
No longer on her back, Trixie fiercely grabbed at Lisa’s mouth with a hunger that surprised even her—kissing her the way she had dreamed of since they had met their first year of grad school, before they became roommates. Lisa returned the intensity, which lifted Trixie’s spirits to new heights. Being the gallant one, she couldn’t ignore Jamie, who was busy caressing their backs as the three of them were on their knees in a circle. Arms and legs intertwined as bodies touched, teased, and collided. Trixie cupped their butts in her hands and pushed the women together for a heated kiss that further fueled everyone’s desire. Was there no end to the supply of juices that flowed out of her? Apparently not.
Trixie alternated between them, tasting breasts, and mouths, before working her way down their bodies until she had two women begging for release. She loved the sound of a woman begging for her, and here she had it in stereo.
“Please, Trix,” Lisa cried, trying unsuccessfully to pull Trixie’s head down towards her crotch.
“Not so quick,” Trixie replied. She pushed them down on the bed and took turns kissing them everywhere imaginable except where they so desperately needed her undivided attention.
Lisa spread her legs so Trixie could have an unobstructed view of her next meal. She licked her lips, and Jamie groaned. There was no way Trixie could ever have imagined how good Lisa would taste. She was almost humming as she feasted on tender, succulent flesh laced with a fragrance that etched itself into her memory.
Jamie jerked off to the rhythm of Trixie’s ministrations on Lisa’s clit. As the rate of Trixie’s tongue and Jamie’s fingers accelerated, getting closer to the fulcrum, orgasms seemed imminent. Too imminent. Trixie pulled her lips away from Lisa, making her cry out unintelligible words.
Ignoring her pleas in order to prolong the torture before the delicious release, Trixie began kissing Jamie’s neck, breasts, and then abdomen while gently sliding two wet fingers into Jamie’s equally dripping pussy. The sexy blonde assistant did not remove her fingers from her own clit, and with her free hand, she dipped into Lisa’s crotch, finding her swollen clit. Pinching it between her thumb and index finger, she squeezed, eliciting the desired response from Lisa.
Trixie decided she wanted Lisa to come in her mouth and usurped Jamie’s position. With pressures mounting, Jamie started coming first, which started the chain reaction as Lisa let go with a scream. Trixie didn’t trail too far behind. Melodious sounds of satisfied sex from the trio could be heard all across the quad.
Collapsing into each other, Lisa and Jamie took turns kissing Trixie, who was quite proud of herself.
“That was amazing,” Lisa said, gazing into Trixie’s eyes. Trixie winked and flashed a confident, satisfied smile.
“Yeah!” Jamie piped in.
“Three orgasms for the price of one,” Lisa said.
“You mean four,” Trixie reminded her, but who was counting.
Lisa laughed out loud. “I think we should go for double or nothing.”
“Triple it!” Trixie said, and they all howled.
What started out as admiring Lisa from afar ended up being more than Trixie could ever have hoped for as the three women contently sat up against the headboard in companionable silence. Thinking she had more than one thing up on the head of Graduate Chemistry, Trixie smiled. She had a girl on either side with her arms around their shoulders, enjoying the afterglow.
Lisa broke the reverie by kissing her roommate full on the lips. One kiss led to another, and Lisa and Trixie didn’t notice when Jamie slipped out of bed, tiptoeing in her sexy shoes to leave the two lovers wrapped up in each other’s arms.
“I always wanted to do that,” Lisa said.
“Why didn’t you?” Trixie pulled Lisa in closer.
“I didn’t know you felt the same way about me.”
“Oh, fuck—I mean, baby, I wanted you, too.” Trixie planned on cleaning up her dirty mouth and sighed, a happy woman. Watching her language was a small price to pay for having Lisa in her life. “But what about Jamie?”
“Oh, she’s just for fun. You’re for real.” Lisa cuddled up closer. “I more than just lusted after you,” she confessed.
“Me too, baby.” Trixie cradled Lisa’s chin in her hand and pulled her in for a long and loving kiss, wanting the meeting of their lips to convey all the feelings in her heart. “Me too.”
Kumquat, Did You Say?
Vicki and Reggie long to start a family. Who said having a baby isn’t butch? Turkey basters, bearing a child, fruit, whatever it takes, Vic will do anything to please her woman.
Kumquat Did You Say? gives new meaning to the adage, “Be fruitful and multiply.”
Reggie and I had been together for seven years, and were more in love than ever. We wanted to start a family. Each dreadfully long month dragged into the next while we tried to get pregnant. I followed my doctor’s advice to the letter, took prenatal vitamins, and even gave up cigarettes, alcohol, caffeine, NutraSweet and chocolate. It wasn’t easy, but I avoided Dunkin’ Donuts and Dunkachinos and tried to eat more fruits and vegetables. I was an ideal patient but I was still without child.
I’d read that having an orgasm increased the chance of conception, but, under the least romantic circumstances, that was easier said than done. The spontaneity of our sex life was kaput, but the microscopic swimmers from the sperm bank were expensive, and I would go to any lengths to please my girl. She knew I wore the pants in the family even though I agreed to bear our children. Who said giving birth wasn’t butch? Personally, I couldn’t think of anything tougher. It kind of scared the shit out of me.
At first, I felt like a living testimony that basal thermometers, temperature charts, and fucking on a schedule were the leading causes of Lesbian Bed Death. But I soon got over it. If one orgasm made those buggers swim up the Fallopian tubes faster, then three were better than one. Right?
Once I switched gears and focused on the sex rather than making a baby, I was coming all over the place, and praying for a miracle. I would climax before the insemination and then follow up the turkey baster with a double just to clinch it. That was fine by me and I quickly forgot about Lesbian Bed Death.
One morning my period still hadn’t made an appearance and I got out the circular saw to work on remodeling what was going to be the baby’s room. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Reggie in the doorway with a glass of milk and a homemade low fat raisin bran muffin. I cut the power to share the latest news.
“Reggie, I’m late.”
“Oh God, Vicki, lay down, or at least put down that thing.” She placed my breakfast on the workbench and grabbed my wrist.
“How is sawing wood going to affect whether I’m pregnant or not?”
“I don’t know, but I don’t want to find out. I don’t want you lifting anything heavier than a finger, got it?”
“Yes, dear.” I took her in my arms for a big hug. “You’re so cute when you boss me around, know that?”
“Mmm, remind me to do it more often then.” She kissed me in that sweet way she has, taking over my mouth with her thick, luscious lips and nibbling her way to my waiting tongue.
I pulled Reggie towards me by the seat of her capris and braced myself. My clit hardened.
“We may have to cancel our cruise if you’re pregnant,” she said, between juicy kisses.
“What and miss the Mediterranean? No way.”
“I don’t want to take any chances.”
“Let’s not get our hopes up, okay?” I unhooked her bra.
She put her arms over my shoulders and leaned her nose and forehead onto mine so that our eyelashes touched. “Let’s buy a pregnancy kit anyhow.”
“Later…” I proceeded to nibble on her earlobe and probe her ear with my tongue. Her goose bumps excited me. I moved my hands under her custom-made bra. The scars were still palpable but much smoother and beginning to fade. Not a day went by when I didn’t thank my lucky stars that Reggie was still with me. She had always dreamed of having children and when cancer treatments rendered her infertile, I stepped up to the plate to make her dream come true.
“Love me first, Reg.”
She pulled me closer and I melted into her. I had both hands tangled in the short, straight, dark hair that had finally reached the nape of her neck. Self-styled in a ragged multilayered cut, it suited her features and looked perfectly delectable on her. Heck, she looked great bald, but she wanted her hair back. When it finally started growing, we rejoiced.
“Um, no problem, Vic. Come inside.”
“Love to,” I chuckled.
“Oh, you and your dirty mind.” She backed away slightly in mock irritation and playfully slapped my arm. I grabbed her hand and took her in through the garage door that led to the kitchen.
Pulling her towards me, I looked into sensuous green tiger’s eyes. Her short hair diminished the size of her sharp nose. I couldn’t help but kiss its tip. She looked so tough after all she’d been through. I had to use all my resources not to ravish her on the spot.
Reggie reached under my shirt and gave my breasts a tweak. The voltage shot straight to my clit. It wouldn’t be long before I short-circuited even if she didn’t take me all the way. Clomid, the medicine the doc gave me to bring on ovulation, wicked PMS, and my period being late had all made me hornier than usual. I was swollen, especially down there, making me exceptionally aware of my needs and how all that swelling pressed against my clit.
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