The Woman at the Edge of Town

by Georgette Kaplan

  “What if I do something wrong?”

  “Sarah, I told you…” Nina’s wandering hand pulled up her nightie. The other replaced it, running a finger inside her sex. It pulled away, glistening, to touch Sarah’s lips. Vacantly, Sarah opened her mouth and sucked on Nina’s finger. “There’s nothing you can do wrong. Not when I’m this wet.”

  “Oh Christ, Nina…” Sarah bowed her head once more, mouth open this time. “Christ.”

  She kissed. She licked. She sucked.

  She tasted.

  Nina moaned, sighed, breathed, all in musical accompaniment to the love Sarah was making with her tongue. It urged Sarah on…assured her…comforted her…demanded of her. She didn’t know how long she stayed, her head nestled in this wonderful woman’s thighs, her mouth filled with Nina, drinking of the sweetness Nina fed to her in a dream-like procession. Her world was all coos, murmurs, her name screamed like an answer from God. Time had no place in it.

  At long last, she felt fingers in her hair, the pain of their tugging a perfect awakening from her enchanted slumber. She was pulled up to face Nina, a new Nina, her Nina. A Nina that was all lust and need and having.

  “I’m coming,” Nina said hoarsely, and forced Sarah’s head back to her sex.

  Sarah ate greedily, like a convict eating her last meal, and Nina fed her to the point of gluttony. Dessert was the surge of honey in her mouth, the scream that half of Bathory must’ve heard. Then Nina’s hands went limp in her hair and her legs turned to jelly around Sarah’s ears. Nina flopped down on her back, and Sarah laid with her head on Nina’s stomach, looking up and watching her come back to herself.

  If tasting Nina had gone on for hours, this was over far too soon. Almost immediately, Nina’s head came up. She fixed her sights on Sarah. Grabbed her by the bra and pulled their bodies together, kissing Sarah so hard they both tasted Nina on her lips. Then she rolled them around so she was on top.

  “Your turn,” Nina said, her smile altogether hungry.

  Chapter 8

  Nina was kissing her. Sarah couldn’t think of anything else. Nina was holding her down, cupping her face, invading her mouth with her tongue. Then she felt Nina’s legs, twined with her own. Nina’s knee, rubbing between her legs.

  “Oh God…” Sarah whimpered, breaking her lips away from Nina’s.

  “Was that too much?” Nina asked.

  “No, no—that was a lot, but it wasn’t too much…”

  “Are you sure?” Nina rolled off Sarah, laying abreast of her. “Take a moment. Think. We can stop.”

  “I don’t want to stop,” Sarah said, reaching out to take Nina’s hand. She gave it a squeeze, but it felt cold. “Why? Do you want to stop?”

  “It doesn’t matter what I want.”

  “Of course it does.” Sarah sat up a little, rubbing her thumb along Nina’s hand. “If you want to stop—”

  “I don’t want to stop, but I don’t want to push you either.”

  “Trust me, I’ve been pushing way harder than you have. I’ve thought about it. I’ve thought about it…way too much. I don’t want to think anymore.”

  “Could you, though? Just a little more? For me? Be confident that you want this, that you want it with me. I’m— I can be a lot to handle. And this should be special.”

  “It’s not like it’s my first time.”

  “Every time should be special, Sarah.”

  “It will be special.”

  Nina rolled on top of Sarah again, her knee landing on Sarah’s groin without any weight. “If you’re sure.”

  “I am. If you are. I am too.”

  Nina smiled down at her and nipped at her ear. “Sweet little Sarah…” Her fingers wiped a smudge of lipstick from the corner of Sarah’s mouth. They moved lower, smearing traces of it on Sarah’s chin, on her collarbone, between her breasts… “Are you ready to be mine?”

  Sarah shivered in anticipation. “I’ve been yours since I first saw you.”

  Nina’s fingers rolled from Sarah’s belly button to the elastic band on her panties. “And I intend to keep you…” She pulled on them.

  Sarah felt cool air rush in to touch her groin. She closed her eyes and braced herself.

  Nothing but cold air.

  She opened her eyes. Nina was eyeing her crotch like an engineer at a construction project. “I’ve heard of the phrase, ‘if there’s grass on the field, play ball.’ This still seems like a little much.” She shot Sarah a look. “When was the last time you managed it?”

  “Uh, never?” Sarah pinched her lips together so hard she could hear them in her head. “I shaved my legs. I thought that would be… I have a coupon for a spa.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous,” Nina said, petting the fur down there. Sarah couldn’t even feel it, her touch was so light, and there was so much…in the way. “I’ll take care of it.”

  >~~~<

  And just like that, she was perched at the head of Nina’s bath, with Nina crouched in the porcelain tub between her spread legs holding an electric shaver.

  Sarah was glad she still had her bra on, if nothing else; her nipples were as hard as stone.

  “Now just relax,” Nina said, turning the shaver on but holding it clear of them. As if she was letting Sarah get used to the repetitive sound. “Don’t move, and if you feel even a little bit uncomfortable, let me know. I’ll stop.”

  “Don’t stop!” Sarah said automatically. Even the grating noise of the trimmer was turning her on a little. It sounded like…something else.

  Nina smiled lovingly and ran her free hand from Sarah’s knee down to…the work area…and then back up the other leg. Sarah obediently spread her legs wider. It was funny how good she’d already become at knowing Nina’s mind, her wishes. As if she was born to be Nina’s plaything.

  “Easy, easy,” Nina said.

  Sarah wondered if this was Nina’s way of making sure she stopped and reconsidered what they were doing, but she couldn’t think of anything but how much she wanted Nina. Then the shaver touched her skin, and the vibration ran through her entire body.

  “Ohh!”

  Nina shut it off. “Sarah? Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine.” She managed a shaky smile. “It felt good, that’s all.”

  Nina bent to kiss Sarah’s knee. “I know it’s difficult, but try not to squirt every time I touch you. You might short out the motor.”

  “Maybe if you weren’t wearing a nightgown in a porcelain bathtub.”

  “There’s something wrong with the combination?”

  “It’s just…fetish-y. You look like you’re modeling something. This is all like a magazine cover, not my life.”

  “Well, I can think of a few things I’m going to do to you that would not be displayed at any reputable magazine stand…”

  “Goddamnit!” Sarah said, trembling with lust. “Are we sure you can’t get me off really quick? After that, you can shave my head if you like.”

  “Is that what you really want?” Nina asked, rising on her knees. Making her tall enough to lean forward and rub her face on Sarah’s bra—slowly, excruciatingly slowly. “Knowing that this is our first time? And once we’re done here, you’ll be so sensitive. And when I kiss you down there, I’ll taste you and only you?”

  Sarah shut her eyes as another tremor went through her. “You talked me into it. But for fuck’s sake, hurry!”

  “Well, if it’s for fuck’s sake…” Turning the shaver back on, Nina knelt back down and gently, gently, moved in.

  Sarah held on to the sides of the tub and tried not to cry out.

  A few minutes later, Nina pulled the shaver away to blow some hair from it, leaving Sarah quaking.

  “Nina?” Sarah asked, somehow managing not to stutter. She trailed off on the last syllable as Nina made another pass, the shaver throbbing, pulsing at her groin.

  Sarah’s grip on the tub tightened.

  “Almost done,” Nina said casually. “I was right, you know. I was right all along. You are the mo
st beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. There.” She set the shaver aside.

  “You’re not even a little bit done!” Sarah insisted, and flowed against Nina like water storming through a broken dam. But in a split-second, Nina had a hand around her throat and was pressing her against the wall behind the tub. Choking her just a little.

  It only heightened Sarah’s arousal.

  “You do…as I say.” Nina loosened her grip, turned it into a caress. “We’re almost done, my dear.”

  She reached to the side and turned on the faucet. A slight trickle of warm water poured into the tub, its spray flecking Nina’s nightgown. Turning it translucent.

  Picking up a washcloth, Nina held it under the stream, getting it nice and wet. Sarah watched her slender fingers as they wrung it out, imagining those fingers on her. Squeezing her, touching her.

  Nina draped the washcloth over Sarah’s sex, like one of those little modesty towels in an old painting, and then began to roll her fingers over the cloth. Massaging the moisture into Sarah’s body. Making the skin there warm and tender. Then she ground the heel of her hand into the washcloth. Sarah had to shove her balled fist into her mouth to keep from screaming Nina’s name.

  Finally, Nina peeled the washcloth away. The air that rushed in had Sarah whining and whimpering like a puppy that hadn’t been fed. Nina smiled up at her and then ran the washcloth over her own lips. She never stopped smiling.

  “I think I may have to wring this out again.” She dropped it.

  But instead of the plunking sound of it hitting the tub, Sarah heard a loud snap, then the death cry of something shrill and shocked. She jumped a little from the suddenness of the noise, and Nina instantly moved to sooth her.

  “What was that?” Sarah demanded.

  “Mousetrap. They fill up the basement, so I’ve prepared them accommodations. One just checked in.”

  “Geez.”

  “Don’t worry about it. That’ll scatter them all for a while.” Nina picked up a bottle of body wash from the side of the tub and daubed her palm with a bead of soap. Rubbing it between her hands, she worked up a fine lather. “Now comes the tricky part. I know you trust me, Sarah. That’s why you came here. But for this, you need to trust me implicitly. Trust that I know what I’m doing and that as long as you stay calm and hold still, you’re not going to get hurt.”

  Sarah nodded. “I trust you.”

  “Good. Just remember. You’ve seen my crotch. Who do you think took care of that?” Nina kissed Sarah’s groin, and heat like a volcano moved up Sarah’s body. Then her hands moved in, touching the lather to Sarah.

  As if she had all the time in the world, Nina worked the body wash in. And Sarah let it out, moaning and groaning. It was so different, the feel of Nina’s fingers against her bare skin, the viscous cool of the lather as Nina spread it everywhere.

  “Here’s what I think we should do…” Nina began. Then she paused, enjoying the soundtrack as Sarah got used to the sensation Nina was providing.

  “Yes?” Sarah was breathing too hard, too fast. She felt like she’d just run a marathon, no air in her lungs. But she couldn’t get too excited. Nina might cut her. Worse, Nina might stop.

  Nina scrupulously rubbed the lather all over Sarah’s inner thighs, taking her time and leaving Sarah simmering. “Now, as long as we’re slowing down, we do have things to discuss. This is…fun, but fun that can get very intense. And someone like you, someone inexperienced, they might not be ready for that just yet.”

  Sarah’s skin was tender, perfectly receptive to the cool lather Nina now stirred with her finger. The tip of her pointer finger ran over Sarah’s labia, letting the lather spread as it wanted to, getting it everywhere.

  Sarah felt her tits burning, her nipples like metal in a forge. Getting harder. She pulled down her bra, letting them burst out into the air. The chafing ceased immediately. She could breathe.

  “How do I get ready?”

  Nina slid her hands off Sarah’s sex and casually rinsed them under the faucet. “I’ll teach you. I’ll show you what your body wants…what it likes…and what other people like. There are some things, my sweet, that everyone likes…”

  “Like a bare pussy?” Sarah asked.

  “Oh, that’s a bit overrated.” Nina reached outside the bathtub again and came up with a safety razor. Displaying it to Sarah, she fingered the plastic sheath off the blades. They shined silver.

  “So why me?” Sarah asked, meaning why aren’t we fucking?

  “It reminds me of Goya’s La maja desnuda.” Nina took one of Sarah’s feet and hoisted it over the side of the tub. “Or maybe I just think it makes you look sexy.” She did the same to the other, opening Sarah up in a way she never had been before. “Bare…innocent…ripe for corruption.”

  Sarah giggled. “I think I’d like that.”

  “Oh yes…you absolutely will.”

  Holding the razor with a steady hand, Nina moved it closer and closer to the white film that covered Sarah’s groin. Sarah couldn’t look away. She couldn’t even shut her eyes. Nina sensed her discomfort and paused, kissing Sarah’s thigh a few times, rubbing it with her free hand to relax her. Sarah felt her breathing slow. It was like Nina had some power over her, a remote control she could press to turn down the volume.

  Her fingers now drew tiny spirals on Sarah’s legs, keeping Sarah’s breathing deep and even as she touched the razor to Sarah’s skin. Just along the bikini line, not quite at Sarah’s bush. Letting Sarah get used to the feel of the razor. Its sharpness. Nina’s control.

  When Nina started in earnest, Sarah couldn’t even feel it. The razor gently glided between her legs, replacing tufts of lather with smooth skin. Then, slowly, she began to feel it.

  Nina was doing the outer curves of her labia. And it felt amazing. Her skin tingled wherever the razor grazed it. Her nerves, stretched to the breaking point in a subconscious expectation of pain, felt only the exquisite care with which Nina handled the blade. The light, practiced touch with which she groomed Sarah.

  “That feels good,” Nina purred. It wasn’t a question, but Sarah nodded anyway.

  The next thing Sarah felt was the razor laid flat against her thigh, pulled away just long enough for Nina to bow her head to Sarah’s sex. Mouth open. Tongue out.

  The very tip of Nina’s tongue hit Sarah’s pussy, smooth and bare and sensitive. Sarah yelped and Nina laughed knowingly, holding Sarah still again with a hand flat against her stomach.

  “Back to business,” Nina said, and dropped her hand down to spread Sarah open. “So you would want that? The game?”

  “Yes!” Sarah breathed, nearly choking as Nina made a long stroke over her labia.

  “And you’d submit to me?” Nina asked, dipping the razor under the water to clean it off. Taking the opportunity to admire her work thus far. “I’m not a switch, Sarah. If we did this, I would be your top. End of story. Of course, I don’t think you’d have too much of a problem with that. You’re a natural bottom.”

  “I haven’t—submitted to you—” Sarah was practically dripping on the razor.

  “If you haven’t yet, you soon will. So, how about it? Would you enjoy being driven to your limit, disciplined by me, obedient to me? Earning the trust that you’ll obey my every little whim?”

  “Fuck!” Sarah cried, snaring her hands in her hair and nearly pulling her scalp off. It was a good thing she was in a bathtub. When she did orgasm, the drain was going to come in handy.

  “Then again…” Nina closed the razor and reached for the showerhead. She turned it on at a gentle spray and rinsed off the lather that had gotten onto her arms. The water splashed against her chest, plastering her transparent nightie to her body. Now Sarah could see all of her.

  The sight took her breath away. It was like a vision. Nina’s figure was heavenly, curving out almost excessively, but bowing back inward just before her proportions became truly unbelievable. The nightie clung to her like a hazy afterimage on a picture, outlining her wide hips
and perfect breasts.

  Nina had meant to do that, Sarah realized. Expose herself in that manner. From here on out, there was no going back. Sarah was going to come.

  Nina trained the spray on Sarah’s chest and watched the residue of the lather disappear from her body. Sarah shook and quivered, the stream of water over her sex its own tantalizing feel. When she closed her eyes, she could still feel Nina watching her bareness.

  Sarah was gasping, nearly hyperventilating as Nina moved the stream lower and lower. “Please, please, please…”

  Sarah was lost in the feel of the water as it splashed directly against her pussy, in the seductive timbre of Nina’s voice as it slipped right into her ear.

  “Will you obey me?” Nina knelt between Sarah’s thighs, bringing the showerhead closer.

  “Yes!”

  “Will you learn from me?”

  “Yes, yes!”

  “Will you come for me?”

  “YES!”

  “Then there’s only one thing left to do.”

  Nina turned off the showerhead. Sarah sobbed in disappointment.

  “Make sure I haven’t missed a spot.” And with that, Nina ran the flat of her tongue all the way up Sarah’s newly shaved pussy.

  Sarah came as soon as Nina made contact.

  She felt like she’d lost control of her body. Instantly, she was shaking and couldn’t stop. She coiled her legs inside the tub and slipped down into Nina’s arms, hearing gasping cries burst from her mouth. Mostly just gibberish, but she managed to say Nina’s name a few times. She was trying to thank her.

  “Sorry, sorry, I’ve never…” Sarah started to say when she could speak again, lying flat alongside Nina at the bottom of the tub. Nina just smiled at her.

  “That’s all right, Sarah. It allows me to test a theory. How many orgasms can our young vestal have?”

  Without allowing Sarah another word, Nina swept her up in her arms and kissed her, thrashing her tongue inside Sarah’s mouth, a long and twisting finger inside her cunt. Sarah was totally unprepared. Nina had been absolutely gentle and precise with the razor, but now she was like an animal. Thrusting in and out, her whole hand colliding with Sarah’s pussy. The kiss was a constant demand on her lips, not letting Sarah so much as breathe as the finger reignited her sex.