Fast Lane

by Jennis Slaughter

  “Let’s just take a couple of slow laps before we hit the ramp, and then we’ll have some fun.” Sam grinned at the man. They did this a couple times a year, whenever the blonde was home.

  Jumping into the lake, Sam sputtered as she came up, wiping the hair from her face. She waited as Bubba carefully dropped a pair of skis into the water next to her and waited as she slipped them on. After getting them on, she grabbed the towrope and got ready for the boat to take off.

  Giving the man a nod, she grinned as he hit the gas. The force pulled her up on top of the water.

  Sunny had been more than happy to see her. The mare was quiet as usual while Addison saddled her and slid the bridle on after a quick brushing. Next came the saddlebags full of tools and a light lunch that Neely had left at the back door with instructions for the day, and a pair of binoculars.

  Deuce now accompanied Addison everywhere on the farm, so she had some company if she ran into any trouble across the massive property. Over five thousand square acres made up the Dupree spread and Addison knew her way around the land, but not across the Georgia swamps, so she had to be careful. Leading the mare out of the barn entrance where Deuce was waiting, she saw Sam jog out onto the pier.

  Quickly opening up a saddlebag, Addison pushed her hat back, lifting the binoculars up to her eyes watching. “Damn....” She licked her lips.

  After a couple of slow laps, the blonde signaled that she wanted to jump, and the boat arched towards the ramp. Lining up, Sam hit the ramp perfectly and sailed through air, landing on crouched knees. Laughing, she decided that she wanted speed and signaled to Bubba that she wanted to slalom.

  He turned the boat to pass by the dock so that the blonde could drop the spare ski, and then drop her free foot to the back of the slalom ski. The boat picked up speed and headed towards buoys that marked a course. Sam gripped the handle with one hand, and started the course. With each turn, she laid her body down almost flat as her ski cut through the water.

  Needing a drink, Addison had to look away from the beauty and grace Sam exerted. Addi returned to the entrance of the barn with something a bit stiffer, a light beer. She watched Sam, now with a cold beer against the back of her neck, the binoculars pressed against her eyes.

  Finishing the course, Sam grinned and signaled for another pass, and for Bubba to drop the hammer. He shook his head, but obeyed and they took the run again, but this time going as fast as the boat could go. Weaving in and out of the markers, Sam made it through and grinned as the boat headed towards shore. Bubba cut the power as he came closer, and Sam swung wide and let the momentum take her towards shore where she jumped out of the ski and ran up on shore laughing.

  That was it. Addison dropped the binoculars on a bale of hay; she twisted off the top of her beer and drained it quickly. Gasping, the redhead brought the bottle down and chucked it into a trash can. The image of Sam smiling, clad in just that one-piece black bathing suit was seared into Addison’s brain. She burped with a small smile, and brought Sunny out of the barn so she could mount the buckskin mare.

  Addi lifted a booted foot to the lowered stirrup, put her hat and sunglasses on, and then swung herself up into the saddle while Sunny did nothing more than swish her tail. Deuce stood up and barked, circling the calm mare while Addison nudged her into a long, casual gallop down the road that ran past the lake at the bottom of the hill. Red hair lifted off her neck, cooling her as she waved at Sam.

  Automatically, Sam lifted her hand to wave back as her mouth dropped open at how sexy the redhead looked riding her horse. She stood there for a while with her hand in the air until Bubba cleared his throat.

  “She’s long gone Boss.”

  She dropped her hand quickly and blushed. “Yeah, but she made a hell of an impression.”

  The man knew better than to comment, so he concentrated on tying up the boat.

  ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

  Not all the chores Addison had been given by Neely took long, but at the bottom of the note, after “milk the cow,” there was small print about how the cow had never wandered off, but she thought of Sam with a smile when she came to the watering hole. It was hot and the water looked cool and inviting. She stopped and took the note out. Neely had instructed her to relax and skinny-dip her white behind in the pool to cool off her hormones. Nick had signed it as well with the words, “Patience is a Virtue.”

  Addison pulled off her hat and undressed. Standing in nothing but her sunglasses, she pulled her hair down and walked completely naked into the cool water. “OH MY LORD!” she shouted as the chilly water pricked her skin. After a few moments however, it became enjoyable. Deuce stayed on shore, but lapped at the water greedily. Sunny did the same as Addison took several laps up and down the small lake, enjoying the cool water. Part of her secretly wished Sam could see her, but she had to be patient.

  After thanking Bubba once more for driving, Sam jogged back to the house to change clothes. She didn’t feel right about letting the young woman work while she played.

  Running a brush through her hair, she went to the kitchen to find Neely. “Hey, what are all the chores that you gave Addi? I thought I’d go offer a hand.”

  Neely looked sideways at Sam with a stern look. “I sent her out to that watering hole on the south side of the property away from the swamps; she needed to cool down those hormones.” The older black woman laughed looking down at the list of groceries she was sending Sven after. “But no real work, you two have done all the work that needed to be done. Two bodies are better than one, sweetheart.”

  “So she’s at the springs? Did you send her with some food or should I take her something to eat?” Sam grabbed an apple and took a bite, giggling as its juice ran down her chin.

  The cook handed Sam a napkin. “She’s got plenty of food, but no bathing suit,” Neely let the words hang in the air as she handed Sven the list and a set of keys to one of the farm trucks. “We have a tab with the grocery and feed stores as well as the hardware store, just say Nochaway Plantation and they’ll take care of everything.” Sven left with the keys, the list, and a small wink at Sam.

  Spinning on her heel, Sam went out to the barn to bring out Turbo and sprang on him bareback and without a bridle. She could direct the horse by his mane and her legs. Soon they were plodding through the woods and coming up to the swimming hole.

  Pulling back on the mane, and squeezing her legs, Sam stopped the horse to slide off before making her way closer on foot.

  Addison was covered in water up to the top of her olive skinned breasts. Her red hair was a darker shade due to being plastered down her back. She was splashing Sunny, who was knee deep in the water, neighing at her while Deuce barked. The redhead laughed and swam away from the shallow water, not seeing Sam in the bushes.

  Staring at the water nymph, Sam strained her neck as Addison swam around a boulder and out of sight. Quietly, she dashed over to hide behind an oak tree where she could peek around the trunk to see the younger woman.

  There was a low rock ledge barely a few inches under water covered in some soft green lichen, and Addison slid onto it to bask out in the sun, warming up a bit from the cool water. Thankful she had tossed her sunglasses back up on shore with her clothes, she stretched out on her hands and elbows, looking up at the clouds, day-dreaming about Sam.

  “Good Lord!” Sam’s mouth dropped open at the sight of the redhead basking in the sun, her body glistening with droplets of water that ran down her skin slowly. Her hand dropped to the seam of her jeans and she started to stimulate herself before she realized what she was doing.

  When she did, she swore and stopped, taking a step back to make her way back to the house. A plan sprang to her mind, and she grinned.

  Almost falling asleep under the early afternoon sun, Addison had to dress while still a bit damp. Swinging herself back into the saddle and sliding on her hat, she turned Sunny back towards the main house, taking her time. When she made it to the barn, she dismounted and removed the horse’s tack and stored it aw
ay. She watered and rinsed off the horse before releasing her into the field next to the barn where she saw Turbo in the next pasture. Hopefully the fence could keep the black stallion away from her gentle mare. The idea that the stallion was Sam and she was Sunny had Addison blushing and laughing while she walked to the fridge to get a beer to drink on the way back to the house.

  “Did you have a nice swim child?” Neely called out from the main house. She stood on the back porch with a dish towel in her hand.

  Addison lifted her hat, pushing it off her head to rest on her back, hanging on the leather cord that held it against her neck. “Yes, thank you so much Neely.” Addison smiled. “Both you and Nick have been so nice to me; I don’t know how to thank you.” She took off her sunglasses as she walked up onto the back porch.

  “Well, you’re the first person that Samantha has ever allowed to visit here, and it’s good to see her so relaxed. By the way, she left a note for you.” The older woman reached into her apron pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, handing it to the younger woman.

  Biting her lip, Addison took the note from Neely and smiled before she sat down on the porch swing and opened her beer. Taking a refreshing gulp, she opened the letter, gray eyes devouring Sam’s beautiful handwriting.

  Addi,

  I hope that you had a good day relaxing at the old swimming hole. I have a favor to ask.

  Would you mind going to your room to bathe, and put on the item that is on your bed. I’ll come and get you when everything is ready.

  Yours Sam

  Did Sam see her swimming? Addison blushed, looking up, but Neely was gone. Careful not to spill beer on the carpet, Addison took off her boots and ran to her bedroom, throwing open the doors and looking down on her large oak bed.

  A package containing a semi sheer white long caftan to her ankles with 3/4 sleeves lay nestled in tissue paper. Addison showered, rinsing the lake water off and pulled on the piece of clothing, opting for no panties and no bra. She hoped this was Sam’s way of saying they were ready, that she was ready, because Addison was already eager to burst out of the starting gates.

  ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

  Sam had galloped back to the farm, and hurriedly stabled Turbo. She had a lot of things to get done and not a lot of time to do them in. Spotting Sven and Nick, she commandeered them into helping her, promising them both a huge bonus.

  For the next couple of hours, they set things up under a huge oak tree away far away from the main house so that they could be all alone. Japanese lanterns were hung from the branches while a four-poster bed, with red satin sheets and white gauze curtains hanging off all the sides, was placed underneath. A table set with strawberries and cream, and a bucket of champagne was close by.

  Casting a critical eye, Sam nodded her head and thanked her friends before she jogged back to the house to get ready. She bathed and blow-dried her hair until it was falling in golden waves about her shoulders. Sliding on a pair of boy shorts, she pulled on a black, see-through, silk caftan that had elaborate embroidery over her breasts.

  Taking a deep breath, she walked out the French doors and along the walkway outside until she could tap lightly on the matching doors of Addison’s room.

  Sliding off her bed...Addison opened the doors as her mouth literally hit the floor. She was speechless. “Y..y..y...Wow.”

  Letting her eyes slowly travel down the shorter woman’s body, Sam had to agree. The caftan was sheer enough to let the blonde see that Addison was nude underneath.

  Swallowing hard, she brought her eyes back up to gray ones. “Would you care to join me for a special evening?”

  The redhead was blushing and smiling when Sam’s eyes finally reached hers again. “See something you like Sammie?” Addison whispered with a soft laugh. “I’m kidding, of course I would. Where are we going?”

  Reaching out, the blonde took Addison’s hand; she placed it in the crook of her elbow. “Just someplace that is just for us. Would you mind if I blindfolded you?”

  “No, I trust you.” Addison smiled, letting Sam turn her around to blindfold her.

  Taking a white silk scarf that she picked up on the way out of her room, she tied it firmly around Addison’s eyes, before once more taking her hand to lead her towards their evening.

  Taking her time, Sam got Addi in the perfect position to take in the entire scene before she untied the scarf. The evening sun was going down, and the lanterns cast a soft golden glow over the bed and the tree.

  Leaning forward, Sam whispered into Addison’s ear, “Are you ready, Darlin’?” Her hands were resting lightly on the woman’s hips.

  Addi put her hands on Sam’s. “More than you’ll ever know Sammie,” Addison whispered back, turning her head to feel Sam’s lips against her ear.

  Reaching up, she untied the scarf and let it fall away as she stepped to the side, wanting to see Addison’s expression when she saw the set-up.

  The redhead took a step forward towards the scene before her. It was so beautiful. “Sam, this is amazing. How? I mean...Nick and Sven?” Addison couldn’t talk as she turned in the waist-high grass, her hands trailing through the leafy greens.

  “Yeah, but it’s just for you, Addison.” She took a step closer to the young woman. “If you are ready, I would like to become your lover.”

  Addison took Sam’s hands in hers before she smiled softly in the dying light. “I want to be with you Sammie, your girlfriend. I want that again Sammie. But more than that, I want you to be my first.” She blushed, biting her lip.

  “You will be more than my girlfriend. You will be my lover in every meaning of the word, and not only here, but I will no longer play the Casanova role. I am yours, and if you want me to admit it to the press, I will.” Sam caressed the silky cheek.

  “I’m ready to be in the public eye with you, Sam. No more Casanova, you are mine. If I see Becca again, she’ll end up on the worse end of the deal.” Addison smiled, kissing Sam softly.

  Drawing away, Sam led them over to the table and poured them each a glass of champagne. Handing one to Addison, she raised it up to cheer. “To Addison McCloud, the love of my life.”

  Addi took the flute, staring at Sam. “The love of your life? I’m that important?” Addison was so shocked that she could do nothing but drink for a moment.

  “I’ve never loved anyone before. Never let anyone come here. Never let anyone into my heart,” The blonde admitted. “You’re the only one. You’re the one I’ve waited for.”

  Closing the distance between them, Addison put the flute down on the table and pulled Sam to her. “I’m right here,” she whispered, sliding her hands up Sam’s arms. “In your heart, on your land, and now you’re mine....”

  “I’m yours....” Sam bent her head to brush her lips against Addison’s, groaning at the touch.

  Slowly walking them backwards, Addison slid her arms around Sam’s waist pulling them together as their lips parted and tongues slid over one another. When the redhead’s knees hit the bed, she allowed herself to tumble backwards with Sam on top of her.

  Chuckling, Sam lifted a hand to run though fiery tresses. “I think I like being on top of you, but there seems to be one problem.”

  “And what problem would that be?” Addison slowly opened her eyes, one of her legs sliding up the outside of Sam’s. Her hands slowly inched the black sheer material up over Sam’s ass.

  “We have too many clothes on.” Sam grinned as it seemed that the younger woman had the same thought.

  “Then by all means Sammie, give a girl a hand.” Addi chuckled, pulling Sam’s caftan up over her head and dropping it off the far side of the bed into the grass. It left the blonde in nothing but black boy shorts, Addi’s mouth almost watered.

  Rolling to the side, Sam tugged at the white cloth that covered Addison. “Lift up your hips for me.”

  Addison’s stomach clenched hard in arousal, the redhead did as she was asked slowly lifting her hips and helping Sam take off her caftan. She waited to see the look
on Sam’s face when she saw she was naked. This was it; Sam was going to take her.

  Sam’s eyes darkened as she looked down upon Addison’s body, and her heartbeat quickened. “You are beautiful.” She tossed the caftan aside and let her fingers glide over the lightly-tanned skin, watching as goose bumps followed their trail.

  The younger woman smiled, blushing up at Sam, one hand pulling her lips down for a steamy kiss. “It’s in the eye of the beholder,” Addison whispered before their lips met.

  Sam moaned into the kiss, knowing that this was the person that she wanted, who she had waited for, and that she had the chance to make Addison’s dreams come true. Her hand palmed a breast, squeezing it lightly and she rejoiced at the sounds that caressed her ears.

  Addison turned her body, one leg sliding over Sam’s hip, pulling them together. Her hands slid up a defined back into blonde hair. Tears almost pricked Addison’s eyes, the emotions she felt at this moment were so raw that she had no idea which way was up or down. All she knew was that she belonged to Sam forever.

  “Scoot back, Darlin’,” Sam whispered as she got up long enough to remove her boy shorts before she crawled back into bed.

  Swallowing hard, Addi scooted back on her elbows until her head met the red satin covered pillows. She lay back looking at Sam, their eyes locked together. However, Addison did break her gaze to let her eyes travel down Sam’s amazing curves.

  Finally, Sam stretched out along Addison’s side, leaning over the woman to kiss her softly. She kept her weight on one elbow, allowing her free hand to move behind Addison’s neck, holding her right where she wanted her.

  Strong hands slid around Sam’s neck down to her shoulders as Addison slowly kissed her back. Her shorter muscular legs tangled with Sam’s and Addi bit back a moan as their hips locked together. The satin sheets beneath them felt like liquid.

  “Slow baby...slow down. We have all night,” Sam murmured against satiny lips, even while her hands were caressing silky skin.