DETOUR
An Ellora’s Cave Publication, May 2005
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DETOUR Copyright © 2005 S.L. CARPENTER & SAHARA KELLY
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Edited by Briana St. James.
Cover art by Syneca.
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Detour
Chapter One
The darkness had muffled the sounds ricocheting down the hallway.
“Ooh…mmm, fuck me, deeeeper, deeper, yeahhh.” Her voice was seductive, low and
definitely demanding.
“Fuck, yesss, damn—you are a great piece of ass, baby.” The man’s voice was young, primal
and strained from lack of breath. “Oh, shit—I’m gonna blow. Fuck, your cunt is so tight.”
“Yeah, smack that ass…” A loud slap echoed in the room. “Oh, fuck, I’m coming, too, hit it
again, hard, hard!”
It was like the soundtrack from a porn movie—the scene where a woman is used as
a sexual entity and nothing more.
As the door opened, Steve saw the young man arch backwards and let out an almost painful
groan. His eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth was open in a wide smile. His sweaty muscles
glistened in the light. His large hands squeezed hard on the woman’s pink ass cheeks and he held
on.
The woman turned towards the door and stared. She licked her lips and shook her ass, letting
the man drain his seed inside her.
No words were needed, she just looked into Steve’s eyes and he’d known his
marriage was over.
* * * * *
Driving on autopilot, Steve Mitchell was now facing the consequences. He wasn’t
sure where he was heading, simply pointing his car westward into the setting sun. It
seemed as good a direction as any. Bev had taken everything from him except the
clothes on his back. She’d even tried to get those. Their son was in college now, thank
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God, so here he was, thirty-seven years old and starting over in his trailer. But he had
nothing to begin with but his past.
Bev shouldn’t have gotten anything in the divorce settlement, since she’d done the
cheating—several times. But Steve had let a jealous rage lead him into a rather unwise
course of action. Who knew hitting that man with a baseball bat—autographed, too—
would land him in jail and facing an assault charge? Finally his plea-bargaining and a
good lawyer had gotten him off the hook, but in a rotten twist of fate, the twenty-year-
old, out-of-work stud was watching his forty-two-inch plasma television and living in
his house.
The one bright spot of happiness in all this was that Steve was now free of
everything and the punk was stuck with that good-for-nothing fucking whore of an ex-
wife.
It wasn’t so much the fact she cheated on him—although that had hurt—it was how
she treated him afterwards. Her words were forever etched in his mind. “You sucked in
bed. I don’t always just want to make love, sometimes I just want to fuck. That’s why I
went to someone else. They satisfied me in ways you never could.”
It was the one ego-busting thought that all men dread—being an unsatisfactory
lover and knowing someone else was probably sharing what they had believed was
sacred.
The long road seemed as good a way as any to escape the pain of his past. Steve had
his truck with the trailer hitched on behind, his clothes and seventy-five grand hidden
away in his emergency fund. It was enough to see him over a couple of months while
he wandered. He took a leave of absence from his job to find himself again. It was more
a retreat to get as far away from home as possible and clear his head.
Hell, this was an emergency and it was about time he saw a sign of better things to
come. Something positive.
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The sleet fell more heavily, piling into slush on the road. This wasn’t the right kind
of sign. He knew the storm would be hitting tonight since the chill of the air had made
his knee sore again. Old football injuries never die, they just tell the weather.
Rounding the next bend in the road he noticed a stream of lights signaling what
looked to be a truck stop with an all-night diner. He was hungry, tired and in need of a
break. And he needed to piss like a racehorse.
* * * * *
There it was again.
That stupid rattle under the hood that had Melissa Henderson grinding her teeth in
frustration. It wasn’t like she’d done the typical “woman” thing and ignored it. Nope,
not her. She’d taken it to her garage, ordered the mechanic to figure out what it was and
then fix it. Not a complicated request. Okay, demand.
She’d forked over five hundred dollars on the assurance that all was well in her
car’s little piston-driven world. Apparently it wasn’t, because the fucking thing was
back. And it couldn’t have picked a worse time, either.
Because Melissa Henderson was about to disappear.
She ignored it and drove on. This was going to be the day she shucked off just
about every single boring, agonizingly normal thing in her life and became someone
else. The person she knew she was supposed to have been. The rebel who lurked
beneath the politely decorous surface.
The woman who hated neat suits, tidy blouses and lipstick. The woman who hated
holding hands on a first date, glasses of white wine—house variety—and tradition.
Above all, tradition.
The one that said, “Get yourself settled, Melissa. Meet a nice man, Melissa. Marry
and have children, Melissa.” Most often it said it in her mother’s voice, too.
She sighed as the road wound towards the setting sun, higher into the hills leading
to…well, she actually had no idea. There were clouds building on one side, but she
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ignored those much like that aggravating pinging that was getting louder. In fact, she
decided she’d ignore anything she didn’t like.
It was about time, too.
For Melissa had reached her limits. And she was about to pass them, leave them
lying dead in the dust and become someone else.
Lissa.
A woman not afraid to take what she wanted—a woman who knew what she
wanted. She’d spent too long suppressing those needs, playing the game, following the
rules of the polite world in which she lived. The thought had crossed her mind she was
slowly dying inside.
She knew a lot of it had to do with the fact she’d been raised under the shadow of
the ancestor she so strongly resembled. Shameful Great-aunt Tilda had run a
whorehouse in Texas, somewhere near the oil fields that had grown like weeds in the
1930s. Quite successfully, too, if one listened to the stories closely. Stories that were
whispered behind hands, like some horrid blight on the family name.
And Melissa had listened. Behind doors, under open windows, she’d learned much
of her look-alike great-aunt, and recognized a kindred spirit. Not just the almost-black
hair and the unusually light blue eyes, although those were the features most
commented on by relatives.
It was something in the soul that screamed out to be free—something Melissa knew
was buried deep in her soul. And something her family had done its best to smother,
fearing the stigma of another such character in their ranks.
Living quietly in suburbia, neither of her parents could have possibly imagined that
their polite daughter seethed with emotions beneath her calm exterior. She tended to be
a bit of an overachiever, but this was merely remarked upon as an example of her
superior brain. College was a natural extension, but not one of the “fun” schools—
Melissa was enrolled at a local community college and dutifully commuted every day.
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Her dates were from the same mindset. Polite, cheerful, wanting little more than a
decent job and eventually marriage. Sex arrived without much fanfare in the back of a
Pontiac, fumbled and hurried, and leaving her frustrated with the whole experience.
She knew, even then, there had to be more.
But she hadn’t found it. Wild monkey sex belonged to porn movies and “bad” girls,
not “nice” girls like Melissa.
Fuck that shit.
She grinned to herself. Even her language was raw, but only in her mind. God
forbid, she should swear in front of her family. They loved her, in their way, but they
didn’t—couldn’t—possibly understand her. Nor did they try. They simply attempted to
fit her into their mold.
And it had hurt. Because it was the wrong shape. The wrong size, the wrong type—
it was just flat wrong.
So here she was, at the ripe age of twenty-nine, about to change her life completely.
Her car held her essentials—a suitcase full of crazy clothes she’d been collecting for
several months, and a couple of credit cards with little or no balance on them.
She was ready—as ready as she’d ever be. Lissa Henderson was about to bust loose.
She was going to take the world by the balls and rattle it until it screamed for mercy.
She was going to fuck her way through three states at least, try everything once, make
men wild with lust and perhaps channel the spirit of her great-aunt Tilda.
Finally, she was going to be herself.
Her car apparently decided this was one event it didn’t want to share. It died.
“Fucking piece of mother-fucking crap.” Lissa’s temper flared as she coasted from the
road into a small rest area and tried the ignition in a futile attempt to breathe life back
into the engine.
No go. She sighed and got out, popping the hood open. Lissa gazed at the assorted
intestines writhing within. “I should’ve shot you when I had the chance.”
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The air was chilling rapidly now, small pellets of sleet adding to her discomfort. She
glanced around, noticing she was miles from anywhere with darkness rapidly
approaching. This was no fancy rest area with phones, toilets or a convenience store.
This was simply a paved shoulder with a picnic table and an overflowing trash bin.
And she had no cell phone, either. That was one convenience she’d left behind. No
traces. This was the beginning of her new life, and she intended to relish it to the max
without that annoying chime interrupting every other minute.
However, all things considered, it might have been a little rash. Her anger boiled up
into her throat and her scream echoed emptily around the wooded road. “Fuuuuuck!”
The empty road was winding behind her and getting darker all the time as the sleet
kept falling. There wasn’t a car in sight and she couldn’t remember the last time she saw
one. Think, Lissa, think. Okay. A couple of miles back she’d seen lights. Hard to miss
since there wasn’t a huge number of them in this godforsaken neck of the woods.
She sighed. It looked as though she was going to have to hoof it back there and call
a garage or something. Not a walk she wanted in this weather, especially since she’d
packed nothing more substantial than a nylon windbreaker. Who knew it was going to
snow? Her sneakers would probably be soaked through by the time she made it, but
there weren’t a huge number of options available at this point. If she stayed with her
car, she might possibly freeze to death before help arrived, or—even worse—get eaten
by bears or something.
Figuring that making a plan and following it through was better than providing a
snack for hungry wildlife, Lissa locked up her car, pocketed the keys and made sure she
had her valuables in her backpack. She’d grabbed her canister of pepper spray from the
glove compartment and held it firmly in her hand. It was supposed to deter muggers,
so it ought to work on hungry wildlife. Unless they liked a little pepper with their meal.
Slinging her pack over her shoulder, she bravely took off down the deserted road, only
to get a gust of wet and cold sleet in the face.
This sucks. Adventures were supposed to be fun, not cold.
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An hour later, the munched-by-bear thing was starting to look attractive. Better to
die quickly than linger on in a state of frozen misery. Her feet were tired, she was
soaked through and visions of frostbite were starting to dance across her brain. It was
with enormous pleasure that she finally saw the lights of the truck stop loom up beyond
the last turn.
“Thank the good Lord for trucks, diners and probably hot coffee.” It was a prayer
from her chilled soul.
Dragging her weary ass across the practically deserted parking lot, Lissa dredged
up enough strength to shove open the door to the diner.
Aaaah. Heat.
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Chapter Two
Steve contemplated a second cup of the flavored battery acid that passed for coffee
in the small diner. He figured a trucker could probably go coast-to-coast without
sleeping after four cups of this stuff, but what the fuck. It was hot, the burger had
satisfied his hunger and he’d emptied his bladder.
Relatively at peace, he looked up as the door opened and what might have been a
woman in a previous life staggered over the threshold. She was soaked through, her
light jacket no protection from the miserable storm that sent a rattling batch of sleet
gusting through the door behind her. She sprinkled water from her sopping skirt, and
God only knew what color her hair was, since at the moment it resembled some sort of
animal that had crawled onto her head and died, leaving matted locks trailing down
either side of her face.
Her skin was blue-white with cold, even her lips were colorless, and they certainly
weren’t smiling as she squelched across to the counter and asked for a phone.
The elderly waitress motioned to an alcove, and Steve idly watched as the woman
made her way to the nook. He looked down, hiding a smile as she fumbled through
change, plugged in quarters, thumped the phone and finally threw it down with an
expletive that could have melted the slush within a twenty-yard radius of the diner.
“Excuse me…” she called over to the waitress. “This phone… I can’t get a dial
tone.”
The woman raised one eyebrow. “You asked me where the phone was. Didn’t ask
me if it worked.”
Steve watched Miss Iceberg’s chest rise and fall as she struggled with her temper.
“Okay.” She swallowed. Hard. “So…does it now, or has it ever, worked?”
“Nope. And yes, I think.”
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“Good. We’re getting someplace. Stay with me here. This phone is now not working.
You got one that does? I’ve broken down and I have to call a garage or something.”
The waitress reached behind her and picked up the receiver of an old dial phone.
She held it to her ear and listened for a minute, then replaced it. She looked across the
counter, as if considering her next words.
Steve wanted to laugh real bad, even though he knew he shouldn’t. If he’d ever
seen a woman getting so pissed off she was about to explode, this was the one.
“Sorry. Line’s dead. Happens a lot in bad weather.”
Any minute now, she’s gonna blow. Unfortunately for Steve, she didn’t blow. She
noticed him.
Uh-oh.
He was the only customer in the place, so it wasn’t really surprising that her gaze
fixed on him with all the determination of a vulture about to strip the flesh from the
carcass of fresh roadkill. He was male, and clearly in her mind possessed the requisite
hormones to assist her out of her difficulties.
She moved towards him, her sneakers still squishing on the tiled floor. It wasn’t
exactly graceful, but then again, neither was she.
“Excuse me, would you have a cell phone on you? Or perhaps know anything
about cars?”
“Sorry, no cell and don’t know much about cars but the basics.” Steve took another
sip of his coffee and kept his eyes lowered.
She sighed and dripped on the floor leaving a puddle, her expression speaking for
her. All the cute ones are stupid. “Well? Are you going to ask me to sit down?”
Steve’s gaze had drifted to her wet clothes. He was a little distracted. “Uh, yeah.
Would you like to sit down?”
“Actually, no. I want to get my piece of shit car running so I can get out of this
armpit.” She slid into the booth and sat down with a splat.
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Stretching her arms apart and setting them on the back of the bench seat, she laid
her head back and groaned. Her jacket fell open revealing an almost transparent white
shirt.
Steve’s jaw dropped a little, and he drooled a small stream of coffee from one side
of his mouth. No bra, good God, calm, mellow, keep it together, ignore the voice in your pants.
“It must be getting really cold outside.” Steve said what his inner voice was thinking.
As usual.
“You think? Of course it’s cold. My feet are frozen, I reckon I’ve probably got
frostbite on my ears, and damn—every frickin’ body part is icy…look.”
“Already am.” Steve was busted, and she definitely wasn’t flat-busted.
The air between them changed, and something electric arced across the stained
table. A tension appeared that hadn’t been there moments before. Her abrupt and direct
approach to Steve was a surprisingly perfect match to his lack of politeness. He wasn’t
going to let another woman take control of him. He’d learned his lesson the hard way.
He sighed as she noticed the rest room and excused herself. She’d be back. He knew it.
Looking around for some sort of towels or anything to dry her, all she found was a
very rationed supply of toilet paper. Of course it was single ply and one drop soaked it
through but she wanted to dry her face a bit.
There were no paper towels for drying hands but they had an air dryer. Thank God,
heat, she thought as she hit the button on the front. The air rushed out and when Lissa
put her face before it, expecting a warm burst of air, it sputtered and began blowing air
out that was colder than the air outside. She swore icicles were forming inside her nose
because everything suddenly froze.
Shivering away from the icemaker, she looked at herself in the mirror. She shook
and tore a few more pieces of toilet paper loose from the roll and dabbed the wetness
from above her lip and around her eyes.
There was a man out there that might be able to help her in more ways than one. He
fit her criteria, he was breathing and was attractive to look at. That was a plus. But she
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didn’t want to get involved. Lissa wasn’t interested in polite conversation either. She
had started this trip to get out and be free. To let loose some restraints and find the
inner woman who had been suppressed for so long. There was about twenty years of
pent-up aggression and passion to let loose on some unsuspecting men. If they thought
the mechanical bull was a tough ride, they hadn’t met her, yet. She returned from the
tiny ladies’ room almost as wet as when she went in.
“So you’re headed out west, too?” He paused.
She nodded, sending a shower of droplets over the back of the seat. “Yep.”
“How you going to get there with your car broken down?”
“Good question.” She narrowed her eyes. “At this moment, I’m so goddamn
frustrated with the whole damn thing, I’m getting close to making a pretty personal
suggestion to anybody who offered to fix it.”
“Check please!”
She had definitely caught his attention and a little shiver crossed her pussy that had
nothing to do with the chill of sitting around in wet clothes. This was what it was all
about. Meeting someone by chance. Feeling—something starting to build, an interest or
whatever it was. Arousal maybe. Desire. A twitch in her cunt that said, “Mmm. Definite
possibility.”
Lissa stared at him. “Cute. I like a good sense of humor. You going to give me a ride
back to my car to get my motor started?” Daringly, she leaned forward and swirled her
finger around the lip of his water glass.
He looked out the window into the murk. “I dunno. It’s pretty bad out there.”
“Look…if you’ve got some little roadster or something, then forget it.” She made as
if to leave.
“Oh, I can handle the weather. Got a truck. Four-wheel drive.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“Just trying to decide if I want to go out in that shit again.”
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She bit her lip. “You want money?”
“No. You?” The question was loaded, and Lissa didn’t mistake his meaning.
“No.”
“Okay. Glad that’s settled.”
“So about seeing if we can get my car started…” First things first.
“Vroom, vroom.” He made racecar noises and shifted an invisible gear. His motor
seemed to be running just fine. Lissa’s was purring like a kitten and she grinned to
herself. Something about cats and women—must be the pussy thing. She wondered
how he felt about pussy. And whether she was going to get a little action going with
him. This was where it was going to get tricky.
Lissa was no slut. And she was going to make damn sure she didn’t come off like
one either. She’d been surprised but kind of glad he’d asked about money, since it had
given her the chance to subtly stress she was no hooker looking for a quick fifty bucks.
But she’d had enough of the polite world, and never could quite see why a woman
was looked down on for going after what she wanted, while a man was praised as a
stud. After all, the result was the same, wasn’t it?
Hot, mind-blowing sex. Did it really matter a whole lot who did the asking?
She risked another glance at the man sitting across from her as he pulled out his
wallet and tossed a couple of bills onto the table. He’d been helpful, but not polite. He’d
stared at her nipples like he’d never seen a pair before, and hadn’t apologized for doing
it either. Which was a refreshing change.
Possibly, just possibly, here was a man she could really use. In so many ways. All
she had to do was figure out how. And wasn’t that going to be fun. With that thought
uppermost in her mind, Lissa followed him out of the diner and into the night.
* * * * *
At first it was strangely quiet between them. They walked towards Steve’s truck
just smiling back and forth. Thoughts swirled in Steve’s head. Who, what, where, why
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and how? And how was more appropriate. He could think of a lot of ways how he’d
screw Lissa. But, he was a gentleman and not a roadside stalker. A pervert, not a
stalker.
It’s funny how being alone on the road skewed one’s mind. Not seeing a woman in
a while affected other things also, like his cock that twitched as the thoughts of dancing
nipples scurried through his mind.
“What’s your name?” Lissa asked, interrupting his thoughts.
“My name’s Steve Mitchell. And no, I’m not running away. Just enjoying some
peace and quiet. Or at least I was…” Knowing he sounded like a complete idiot, he
tried to cover his goof. “I didn’t mean to sound weird. I just don’t want you to think I
am escaping or running. You know what, I am going to shut up now. I am making it
worse.” He trudged through the slush as he answered, noticing her jacket was offering
little or no protection from the lousy weather. She was really soaked.
“You?” He figured a little conversation wouldn’t hurt.
“Lissa. Lissa Henderson. And I’m not running away either.” She paused. “From
anything.” They reached his parking space. “Nice. You live in this?” Lissa walked next
to Steve past the cab of his truck to the large white trailer.
Steve puffed out his chest and indulged in a little bragging about the rig he’d
bought before leaving on his trip. “I’ve got a Hemi motor in the truck so it can haul ten
of these damn things if it has to. The trailer is top of the line and sleeps six in a pinch.
It’s one of the biggest they make.” Steve smiled and looked at Lissa. “So, what d’you
think?”
She shook her head. “Men and their toys. I hope you thinking having the biggest
truck and trailer isn’t overcompensating for something else.” She walked around the
front of the truck and waited for him to open the door.
The truck was running and the warmth from the heater slowly thawed her bones.
Steve reached behind her and tossed things around behind the seat.
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Oh shit, he’s grabbing a gun. Lissa slid her hand in her bag and grabbed the can of
pepper spray. Just in case.
“Here.” Steve tossed a towel into her lap. It was a little dirty but she could actually
dry off her hair.
Lissa pointed the way to her car. Her hair resembled a porcupine after she had
dried it.
The sleet was falling even heavier now and Steve worried about traction on the
road since he’d forgotten to put the chains on. But finally he pulled into the deserted
rest area.
“Oh, look at this fucking idiot. Some people are so stupid. The hood’s open and
now there’s sleet all over the engine. What a…” Steve stopped. He turned to the woman
sitting rigidly next to him. “This is your car, isn’t it?” There goes my chance to get lucky.
“Yeah. You know you need to think about not talking so much. There are much
better uses for that mouth than pointing out the obvious.”
Steve rolled his truck to a stop and began rummaging behind the seat.
Lissa hopped out of the truck and he heard the sound of her feet as she landed in a
large mud puddle. What next? This woman is not having a good day.
Just then a loud rumble of thunder echoed through the air and the storm pounded
them with sleet the size of hail. It was getting colder by the second, and without a doubt
snow was on the way.
Steve pulled his slicker hood over his head and walked to the car. Lissa clenched
her fists, raised her face to the pounding elements and vented with a scream. “Fucking
bastard, son of a bitch, goddamn cocksucking…”
Steve turned around. “Who, me?”
“No, you idiot. This is like the last straw in a really fucked-up day.”
“Oh, well, that’s a relief. Let me get this hood closed or you’ll never get this thing
running again. It’s going to need to dry out before we even try starting it.”
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Lissa hit the auto-unlock and opened her car door and trunk. After getting two bags
from the dark depths, she got into the car and swung her purse across her body. It hit
the horn, making it blare loudly.
Steve’s world turned upside down and he saw stars. Lissa peered out at the funny
sound coming from the front of her car. She hit the horn again.
The loud thunk was followed by a scream rivaling the thunder, and thereafter by
some profanity that would make most rap singers proud.
Steve stood up unsteadily, slammed the hood and looked at Lissa. He rubbed his
head, trying to ease the ache and check that his brains were still where he’d left them.
Then, he calmly moved towards the window and smiled. “Quit hitting the fucking horn.
It WORKS, okay?”
He strode off, not offering to carry the bag or even see if she followed. Fuck it.
Women are basically trouble wrapped up in breasts and pussies.
Driving back from Lissa’s car, they ended up outside Steve’s trailer, since there was
no place else to go. He faced the inevitable. The phones were down, her car was deader
than any doornail he’d ever seen and the weather sucked. There were no options. He
had a roommate for the night. He parked the truck in the empty turnoff, and led her
over to where his trailer was standing next to the power lines designed for just that
convenience.
“Here. Come on in.” So it wasn’t gracious. But hell, at least she’d be dry.
Unlocking the door to the trailer, Steve followed Lissa up the steps, eyes noting the
way her wet dress clung to her round ass. He quickly shook off the thought. So she was
a flirt and hot to trot. Not what he was looking for right now.
She glanced around as she stepped inside. About twenty feet long, the trailer had a
bed at one end with a bathroom along the side of the tiny kitchen. The dining table was
at the other end.
“You go ahead and get dry.” He nodded at the bathroom. “I’ll get the extra bed
ready.” Steve moved away from her.
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“Ready for what?”
“I’ll crash in here and let you have the better bed. This one is okay but the one up
front is the most comfortable.”
Lissa rummaged in one of her bags and found a towel and a handful of dry clothes.
“Okay.”
She disappeared into the tiny room and Steve moved around his little portable
home, unlocking the cleverly interlaced puzzle that produced a dining table and a
respectably sized bed. He absolutely refused to think about what she might be doing.
Or how hot her ass had looked beneath that clingy damp skirt.
* * * * *
Lissa peeked through the crack of the door. Steve’s back was wide and solid and
she licked her lips as she noted the flex of his arms. For a woman who just wanted a
physical relationship, Steve was a pretty good place to start. Her wet panties got wetter.
The chill in the air made her nipples hard and seeing him bend over to flatten out the
cushions made them ache.
His body was just right for sex, hard in all the right places. And he looked like the
type who’d give her a damn good ride. This was what it was all about. Breaking free.
No dates, no phony conversation, just good old fucking. And lots of it. This was the
right moment, the right place and damned if she hadn’t found the right man. Now all
she had to do was take him. Yeah. Take him. She grinned, liking the sound of that.
She eased into her tiny pajama shorts and a cropped top. This wasn’t the time for
subtlety or leaving anything to his imagination. She knew what she wanted and it was
in his jeans. His tight, damp jeans.
She checked herself in the small mirror and cupped her breasts in her hands, lifting
them and creating a pretty damned impressive cleavage. Time to show off, girls. Lissa is
gonna get fucked.
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* * * * *
The door to the bathroom opened and Lissa stepped out just as Steve finished
peeling off his shirt.
“I’ll sleep in…” He turned to look at her and stopped dead, seeing her in her
pajamas, if that’s what they were. He turned away. She’s fucking gorgeous.
Contemplating his next move, he felt a delicate touch on his back. Lissa’s fingers
traced his muscles and sent darts of arousal through his spine. Half naked, his torso
bare, he felt vulnerable. He was also getting the most rigid hard-on he had in years. It
had been a long time since he felt this aroused. He had to be calm. Think football, football.
Warm lips kissed his shoulder and two hands glided around to the front of his
abdomen and up to his chest.
Uh-oh.
The feel of her breasts against his back sent his head spinning. She was driving him
crazy. “Lissa, what are you doing?”
“Whatever I want to. You can stop me, I suppose, but I don’t want you to.” Her
hands dropped and she grasped his crotch, squeezing his cock. “Doesn’t feel like this
wants me to stop either.”
Ten-yard penalty for illegal use of hands.
She breathed approval against his neck. “We did discuss fucking, didn’t we?”
She squeezed again, sending a shiver up Steve’s back. When she unfastened the top
button of his pants and lowered the zipper, he gasped with relief. She had total control
over him and the storm outside paled next to the fire beginning to rage inside the
trailer.
“Turn around.” It was a command that Steve obeyed like some kind of sexual slave.
She was in charge and they both knew it. With just the tip of her finger she pushed him
backwards onto the bed with a thump. Lissa stepped close and looked down at him.
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She was so damn sexy, Steve couldn’t take his eyes off her beautiful body. He could
see the aroused tips of her nipples poking through the thin material of her top and
leaned forward, nuzzling them through her shirt. He wanted to toy with them and he
nibbled through the fabric.
Lissa moaned and closed her eyes as he reached for her, grasping her round ass.
She pulled away a little, and Steve pulled her back towards him, finding the top of her
shorts with his fingers. Rolling them down past her ass, the wet center clung to her
pussy for a moment. He gave them a tug and they fell to the floor revealing the dark
patch of hair. The fragrance of her desire filled his lungs. Now he had a hard-on in
desperate need of finding a home. And he knew just where it was—right between those
lightly toned thighs.
“Lay down.” Lissa panted.
Steve lay back, never letting his gaze leave hers.
Slipping her hand between her legs, she rubbed her index finger between the lips of
her pussy then knelt down between Steve’s legs as they hung over the end of the bed.
She tugged his pants down a little, smiling as his cock strained against his
underwear. She set it free with a springing throb.
“Now, about that fucking…” Lissa raised her wet finger to Steve’s lips, letting him
taste her pussy.
As soon as his lips wrapped around that finger, she lowered her own lips down the
length of his swollen cock.
“Oh, fuck.” Steve closed his eyes, knowing his goose was cooked. In fact, the pop-up
timer was about to explode.
The rapid movement of her mouth sucking his engorged cock was enough to make
him lose control and almost pass out in ecstasy. She let him pop free from her mouth,
grabbing his cock in her hand and licking the head like a lollipop.
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She must have spent a lot of her childhood practicing on all-day suckers, because
she moved her lips over him with consummate skill. Her tongue caressed him, sliding
up and down and seeking out those particularly sensitive spots that made his breath
catch in his throat.
“Jesus…” He choked as she found one of those spots right beneath the ridged head
and laved it enthusiastically.
Words failed him as she lowered her mouth and found his balls, licking them and
delicately sucking each of them in turn into her mouth, only to release them and return
to his cock once more.
It was divine torture, and Steve fought the urge to just let go and blow everything
he had into her mouth. Not yet…not yet…third down and five…
Shit. Whatever idiot had come up with the idea that thinking about sports would
distract a man from orgasm, obviously hadn’t been having his cock sucked at the time.
He gritted his teeth and tried to count the number of panels on the ceiling. He failed
since his eyes kept rolling around like marbles.
Finally, she gave him a last long lick from base to tip and he groaned. I’m so not
gonna be able to hold on.
“You have something for me?” Her voice shocked him out of his lust-filled stupor.
“You’re holding it in your hand…” Steve wondered what she meant.
“Silly. I mean do you have any condoms?”
Steve smiled painfully. “Oh…in that drawer there. I’ll get…ouch…”
Lissa grabbed his cock between her fingers and squeezed. “Uh-uh, you stay put. I’ll
get it.”
She stood up, wetness gleaming between her legs and on her pubic hair and tossed
Steve a condom. “Put that on.”
As he fumbled with the wrapper, she pulled her short shirt up over her head
revealing perfect breasts. God, she was beautiful.
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“You okay there, big fella?”
“Yeah, a little out of practice I guess.” Steve rolled the rubber down his straining
cock and looked back up at Lissa as she shook her head, letting her damp hair fly
around her head.
She was amazing—nude, sexy and nasty. She sucked her fingertip and then slowly
lowered it down the front of her body leaving a trail of wetness. It also marked the road
leading to her pussy. “So…you wanna fuck?”
Before Steve spoke, his cock answered with a bobbing nod.
She stared at him. “Damn. My pussy really wants to be fucked by you. You think
you can handle me?”
“Christ, you are so hot. I just haven’t…”
As Steve stuttered, Lissa stepped forward and straddled him. With a long, steady
descent she lowered herself onto his cock, breathing hard as he filled her cunt.
“Damn, you have a great cock. I swear I could ride you all night. Over and over
and…” Her voice was low and rough as she rocked back and forth, grinding Steve’s
hard length in and out.
As her arousal built, she quickened her movements. “Oh, shit—mmm—keep going,
keep going. Oooh…damn…” Her eyes closed and her head fell back. Absently, her
fingernails massaged his chest, digging gently into his rippled flesh.
“Oh, God, you feel so fucking good. I can’t hold on too much longer. Jesus, you are
so hot.” Steve reached up and rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers,
pinching and tugging on them as they swelled in his grasp.
Lissa plunged him in and out of her fiery cunt, bucking against him and riding him
with a sensual fury. “Come on, fuck that pussy. Shit…fuck me…”
Steve arched his hips on a shout and erupted. Hot jets of seed shot out inside her
again and again and his brain closed down as the shudders of his orgasm shook him
from his heels to his ears.
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Finally, he got his breath back. “Oh, shit, I couldn’t hold it. You’re just so fucking
hot. I’m sorry.”
“I’m not.” Lissa wriggled her hips, letting his cock go down a bit. “I had an itch to
be filled and you sure scratched it. How long has it been since you had a woman,
anyway?”
“Nine months, fourteen days and…” Steve looked up at the clock above the stove.
“About eight hours.”
“Too long.” Lissa let his cock slide from her pussy. “You’d better get cleaned up. I’ll
get out of your way.”
Steve lay back for a moment and watched her nude body sway as she walked to the
other end of the trailer. He got up and stepped into the bathroom, tossing the condom
away with a sigh.
That was fucking great, but damn—I’m still horny. It wasn’t enough. He used the toilet
and felt the stirrings of another arousal as his hand touched his cock. Hell. Maybe I
should go without sex more often. Looks like we might be able to go for round two.
Lissa was kneeling across the bed straightening out the blankets as he left the
bathroom, and her nude ass was an open invitation to Steve.
Boingggg. Immediately back in the mood, he needed to finish what they’d started.
Quickly scurrying across the floor he stubbed his toe on the seam between the linoleum
and the carpet. Stifling a curse, he ignored the small pain and reached over to the
drawer, pulling out another condom.
Lissa’s body was humming. Steve was hot, his cock was really perfect, and she’d
never felt so powerful in her life as she had when riding him and making him come. His
eyes had darkened when she’d touched herself, and she smiled at the memory of all
that control—all that fucking—she’d wanted, needed and taken.
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She heard the bathroom door close. “You know, this is a pretty nice trailer you have
here. It’s so…hello—” She was stunned to feel a hardened cock slipping between her
legs as she knelt on all fours. “Someone is awake again.”
“I’m not finished yet.” Steve grabbed her hips and pulled her ass back towards him.
Still wet, and still ready for more, she shivered at the feel of his warm abdomen against
her skin. With a low growl he pulled her ass tight to his body for a moment. Then with
a slow and deliberate thrust, he entered her cunt from behind.
“Mmm, now this is nice.” Lissa’s voice was a murmur as she leaned forward, letting
her breasts touch the mattress.
To her amazement Steve was hard again, and within moments began to hammer
into her. His body was tense and flexed as he thrust, jarring Lissa into a harsh moan.
Her clit swelled from beneath its hood, and with him thrusting at this particular angle,
she could feel him so deep inside her, pounding into her, driving her higher and higher.
He reached around and found her breasts, squeezing and kneading them, pulling
her nipples and pinching them almost to the point of pain. He was becoming more and
more frenzied in his passion for her body.
Lissa slipped one hand between her legs and as Steve drove his cock into her, she
massaged her clit. She could feel the tingles beginning low in her spine as her orgasm
built inside her. “Oh, right there, yesss…there.” He had found the perfect spot. The head
of his cock hit against it every time he pistoned into her.
With a groan, Lissa let her fingers brush Steve’s balls as they slapped against her
ass. He sucked in air noisily as the pure sexual fever of this madness took over.
“Oh, shit, I’m coming, I’m coming, God—” Lissa arched her spine and her elbows
dug into the mattress as she pushed her ass backwards to meet his violent thrusts.
Steve slammed deep and hard into her cunt. She felt the juices flowing from her
pussy, soaking both her thighs and the tender skin of his balls.
Like a cat, she reached her hands out, stretching every tightened muscle in her
body. Everything froze and she began to shake. For an instant she locked up then her
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entire body spasmed. “Oh yes, yesssssss…” Her lungs heaved as the shudders tore
through her, rocking her off balance and into insanity. She rode the milking, draining
reflexes of her cunt and heard Steve whimper.
Hands grabbed her shoulders and held on as he strained upwards, stretching her
pussy to the very limits. She felt him explode once more within her, his heart pounding
so hard she could damn near sense his pulse shaking his cock as he trembled in her
cunt.
Lissa slumped, drained, onto the bed. “Shit, I needed that. Damn, you’re a great
fuck. Can I keep you around for a while?” She managed a tired laugh and looked up at
Steve who was smiling and catching his breath.
He pulled out of her with a sigh and she glanced down to his crotch. “Aww. Look. I
think my new best friend’s gonna take a nap.”
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Chapter Three
By mutual consent, Steve and Lissa curled up together under a warm blanket Steve
had pulled from a built-in drawer near the bed.
Warm now, and relaxed from her fabulous orgasm, Lissa marveled sleepily at the
clever design of the trailer. It was cooool. I really gotta get me one of these. Steve stirred
beside her and settled her more closely. And one of these to go with it.
“So where are we going with this?” His voice was quiet in the darkness. They’d
turned off the small light earlier to conserve the battery power. It was unnerving at
times, since the only sound was the patter of the sleet on the roof, and even that was
fading now.
“Do we have to go anywhere in particular?” Lissa took her time answering the
question.
“I suppose not, but I’m gonna take a wild guess here and say you don’t seem like
the type of woman to fuck like that unless she means it.”
Lissa considered this. “Interesting. What kind of woman do I seem like?”
Steve snorted. “Sweetheart, that’s a helluva leading question, and I may be dumb
but I ain’t stupid.”
“I never thought you were. Which is why I’ll tell you what kind of woman I am.”
Steve propped his head on one arm against the pillow. “Okay. I’m listening.”
Lissa took a breath. “I’m a woman who knows what she wants. Unfortunately, I’ve
never been allowed to have it. To take it. To take what I want from life, from men. To
have all the experiences there are and then some.”
“That’s a lot to take on, Lissa.”
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“Not to me. Not when I’ve spent my entire life following rules designed to turn me
into a carbon copy of everything I can’t stand.”
“And what is that?”
“Like…like a boring nice girl.”
Steve chuckled. “Nice girls don’t have to be boring.”
“They do where I come from.” Lissa shot back the answer without hesitation. “No
kissing on the first date, Lissa. Don’t let him touch you, Lissa. Find a nice man, Lissa.”
She turned her head letting her hair brush against his shoulder. “Do you have any idea
how I loathe the word ‘nice’?”
“So…this trip…you’re on a sexual safari or something?”
Lissa thought for a moment. “Yeah, sort of. I’ve always felt that there was someone
else inside me. Someone wild and crazy who wanted to shout and scream and…fuck.
Just fuck. No strings, no ‘come meet my mother’, no nonsense. Just fucking.”
Steve’s chest rose and fell beneath her head. “Hmm. Well, you can check one thing
from your list. Did it help?”
“Yes.” Her answer was immediate. “Yes. It was fantastic. And you know
something?”
Steve’s head rustled on the pillow as he shook it.
“I don’t care whether it was good for you or not. I just know it was good for me.”
“Er…okay. At the risk of sounding ‘nice’, it was pretty damn good for me, too.”
Lissa giggled. “Okay. I’ll give you that one.” She turned somber again. “But the
point is that I was free with you. To do anything and everything I wanted. To take
without worrying about the consequences. Does that make any sense at all?”
She sighed. “Oh, fuck it. Doesn’t matter if it makes sense to you. It makes sense to
me.”
“And that’s all that matters, huh?”
Lissa turned on her side, away from Steve. “Yeah. That’s all that matters.”
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Steve turned with her, spooning her back into his body. She fit against him snugly,
her butt nestled into his groin. This was one hell of a complex woman, and she
intrigued him, despite his promise to himself never to get involved again.
However, her philosophy was appealing. Sex without commitment. Pure sexual
adventure, no holds barred. He wondered exactly how far she’d go.
Perhaps it was time to find out, since there was nothing better to do for either of
them at this particular moment.
“So…” His arms cradled her and one hand found her breast, cupping it
comfortably. “How far do you want to go?”
She was silent for a moment. “You mean drive?”
He squeezed her nipple. “No. I mean sexually. How far do you want to go?”
“Until I see the horizon. And I don’t know if there is one. For me, anyway. I have no
rules at all. None. There’s nothing I wouldn’t consider.” She paused. “Does that shock
you?”
“No. Not after what you’ve told me. I’m just wondering if you’ve got the balls to
follow through with this.”
She snorted. “Try me.”
Steve grinned in the darkness. “I just might, Lissa. I just might.”
A huge yawn greeted his words. “Go ahead…” Her voice trailed off, and she slept,
snuffling into his arm.
Steve’s mind kept him awake for a while after Lissa had fallen asleep. Could he put
her to the test? Challenge her and have some fun at the same time? She was certainly
not going to demand a wedding ring or any kind of commitment, and if she had, he
wouldn’t hesitate to disappear into the sunrise in a cloud of dust. Once burnt, twice shy
as far as he was concerned.
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Perhaps fate had delivered this particular woman into his trailer at just the right
time. They could certainly have a good time—if she was as game as she said she was.
It’s gonna be fun finding out. And on that thought, Steve fell asleep, too.
The trailer was light when he stirred and automatically reached for his watch to
check the time. Clumsy with sleep, he knocked over the small lamp with a crash and the
lump of blankets beside him erupted with a gasp.
“Shit…what the fuck…” Lissa emerged from her cocoon rumpled and grumpy.
Steve watched her face as for a second or two panic crossed her eyes. Then, like a
curtain falling, she remembered where and who she was. Her face changed, turning
calm and then sultry. Slowly, she sat up, letting the blankets fall to her waist. The chill
air in the trailer hardened her dark nipples to peaks.
“Good morning.” Her voice was rough and she ran a hand through her hair, breasts
thrusting forward.
Steve swallowed down his lust. Today the test would begin.
“Morning. I’ll turn on the heater, it’s damn cold in here.”
“Okay… I’ll throw on some clothes…” She struggled from the covers.
“No.”
Lissa blinked. “What?”
“I said, no. No clothes. Not yet.” Calmly he walked to the small kitchen area,
scratching his ass then turning on the little heater. He filled a pot with water from the
container tucked beneath the counter. “Coffee?” His cock was harder than granite
between his legs, and he couldn’t help noticing Lissa’s eyes widen as he turned towards
her. Take a good look, baby. Your new best friend is wide-awake.
Lissa sat, rather bewildered, on the edge of the bed. “Okay, let me get this straight.
No clothes. I get to be naked in a cold trailer in the middle of nowhere.”
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Steve busied himself making coffee. “That’s the general idea. You told me last night
you had no limits to what you wanted to experience. I figured it was time to find out if
you mean it.”
Her chin rose at his words, and her body shivered partly with the cold but mostly
with excitement. “So?”
“So we’ll see.”
Her eyes narrowed. “And how about you?”
He paused. “Me?”
“Yeah, you. Do you have any limits?” She watched as a look of surprise crossed
Steve’s face. “I know who I am and what I want. Do you?”
“I know what I don’t want.” His words were curt.
“What’s that?”
He took his time answering.
“I don’t want a wife or a mom. I want someone I can trust to do what I need. I’ve
had the other type of woman and they suck. Actually they don’t suck enough…or
swallow.” He paused. “I want a fuck-friend, no ties, just honest, uninhibited, boundless
sex.”
Lissa considered his answer. “So, in many ways we’re not unlike. Both pretty
determined to live our lives the way we choose. Interesting that we should meet up.”
“I don’t believe in fate, if that’s what you’re talking about.” Steve offered her a
steaming cup of coffee, holding it out.
She grinned. The challenge was beginning. Without a second thought she got up
from the bed and walked naked across the trailer to accept it. His cock twitched at the
sight of her and she threw an extra swing into her hips. Take that.
He did, simply looking at her body, his gaze lingering between her thighs and
moving up to her breasts, then down again as he sipped his own coffee.
“So you like what you see?” She put one hand on her hip defiantly as she drank.
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“Of course. What man wouldn’t?” Steve glanced out of the window. “Oh—that’s
why it’s so cold. Look. It turned to snow last night after all. I figured it might.”
Lissa’s teeth clenched. Fuck it. She was standing nude in front of him and he was
talking about the weather? If it wasn’t for that hard-on swinging against his thigh she’d
have thought he was dead or something.
She narrowed her eyes. “So it did. I guess we’re stuck here for a bit.” She drained
her cup. “I’ve got to pee. Then if you can dig up some cards, maybe we can find a way
to pass the time.” She turned away with a flounce and squeezed into the small
bathroom.
“Don’t use too much water. The reservoir is on the small side and the heater won’t
do a great job in these temperatures.” His voice followed her.
Tempted to use every drop of water in the place just to teach him a lesson, she sat
on the toilet and then thought better of it. She wanted him showered and clean, too. If
he was going to challenge her, damn it if she wouldn’t challenge him right back.
Hurriedly, she ran a sink full of water and freshened herself up as best she could.
Finally satisfied she was as clean as possible under the circumstances, she dragged her
brush through her hair and grimaced. It was a good thing points were going to be
scored on sex not looks. Her current hairdo wasn’t going to make the cover of any
magazine—ever.
Aw, hell. He’ll be looking at my pussy anyway.
With that cheering thought, she left the bathroom.
Steve brushed past her with scarcely a word and closed the door behind him. He
heard her huff of annoyance and grinned to himself as he peed, heaving a sigh of relief
as he hummed the national anthem. He was hot and horny, but there was a point to be
proved here. They’d both thrown down a sexual gauntlet—now it was time to see who
would pick it up.
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His mind turned over various options, all of which made him even harder as he
thought about them. She was sex incarnate, had no rules and a nasty streak a mile wide.
This is gonna be fun.
He finished up and left the bathroom, glad the trailer had warmed up. Lissa was
neatly rinsing the coffee cups at the tiny sink. Apparently there were some rules still
deeply ingrained in her, and leaving dirty dishes around wasn’t one of them. He wasn’t
about to argue.
She turned. “Now what?”
“Now you come over here.” He crooked a finger.
She smiled. “That’s more like it.” She moved towards him and opened her arms,
but he stepped neatly aside.
“On the bed.”
“Okay.” Obediently, she lay down on her back, watching him warily.
“Now bend your legs up. Put your feet flat on the bed.” Steve gulped as she
followed his instructions. Fuck, this ain’t gonna be easy. Even the Super Bowl might not be
enough of a distraction.
“So?” Her voice was mildly insolent. There was an “is that all?” tone to it.
“You want to push the sexual limits, yes?”
“Yes.” No hesitation there.
“So show me your sex.”
Lissa blinked. “Huh?”
“Show me. Spread your legs wide and show me your pussy. All of it.”
“Uhhh…”
Yesss. He’d caught her by surprise. He mentally gave himself a high five. And his
cock joined in, bobbing around at the sight before him.
Her hands crept to her crotch, sliding over her naked hips as her legs fell apart. She
was splayed before him, her pubic hair a dark splash against her pale skin.
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With agonizing slowness, she positioned her fingers on either side of her pussy.
He nodded. “Well?”
Her hands moved, pulling the labia apart. “How’s this?”
Praying his voice would hold out, Steve answered. “More.”
She dropped her head back on the pillow and obeyed. Pink and swollen lips parted
to reveal her secrets, a small nubbin protruding beneath her pussy hair and moist
wetness shining around the opening to her cunt.
Steve noticed her nipples were hard. She was as turned on as he was. He
swallowed.
“Like the view?”
How the hell she kept her voice level, he had no idea. But she did, and it got to him.
“Very nice indeed. Thank you.”
He turned away, wondering if his teeth were going to hold out, since he was
clenching them hard enough to crack walnuts. “You can get dressed now.”
Praying his control would hold, Steve grabbed clean clothes and with difficulty,
eased his cock into a pair of pants that suddenly seemed four sizes too small.
There was a moan from behind him. “Okay. You are soooo going to pay for that.”
* * * * *
Lissa seethed as she sat in front of Steve’s truck. They’d left the trailer and decided
to try and reach a bar Steve had noticed on one of the side roads off the highway.
Perhaps their phone was working and Lissa could call for some assistance with her car.
Part of her wanted it fixed, but there was another part that didn’t want to leave this
man.
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He got her. He understood. His actions this morning had shown her that quite
clearly. She was still horny as hell, and he damn well knew it. Oh, he’d been horny, too,
no doubt about it. But he had a shitload more control than she did.
Or did he?
“You know, you talk the talk, but can you walk the walk?”
Steve frowned at her as he negotiated the snowy road. “Huh?”
“Give me your hand.” She held out her own.
“Uh, I’m driving here, you know. On snow?”
“Yeah. I know. So slow down and drive carefully with one hand. This is an
automatic four-wheel drive truck, right?”
Steve nodded, slowed down and reached out his hand to hers.
“Thank you.”
She slithered closer to him, tugged his hand and heard him gasp as she undid the
zipper on her jeans and put his hand inside her panties.
Now this was more like it.
“Finger. Middle one.” She rapped out orders like a drill sergeant, thrilled when he
obeyed.
With a wriggle and a fidget, Lissa slid Steve’s middle finger into her cunt. “Aaaah.
Nice.”
“Uhhh…”
She smiled. Gotcha. Then she fought her own battle not to move or she’d come all
over his hand. And that wasn’t the point of the exercise.
They reached the bar with Steve’s finger still inside her pussy. And his face a rather
flushed shade of red. His pants were bulging and Lissa had a very self-satisfied grin on
her face.
“I have to move, babe. If I’m gonna park this thing you’re going to have to let me
have my hand back.”
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She sighed. “I guess.” Gently, slowly, making sure he brushed her clit, Lissa eased
his hand out of her panties. “Very nice. Thank you.” She threw his words back at him.
Only to almost lose her hard-won victory as Steve put his hand to his mouth and
sucked his finger, rolling his tongue around and savoring her juices.
“You’re right. Very nice indeed.”
Damn it. This guy was goooood.
* * * * *
Steve sat in the truck watching the little stream of people walking in and out of the
small bar at the corner of the street. Like most other places of its kind, the ratio of men
to women was about ten to one. Ten horny, desperately lonely, hairy-palmed men to
each woman.
He was parked at the very end of the town parking lot, beneath a straggly clump of
pine trees and he was pretty much alone in the deserted lot, except for the few patrons
who needed a drink at this hour.
“Two hundred bucks to fix my car.” Lissa closed the door behind her. “I just got off
the phone and they will tow my car into town and fix it but it’ll cost me at least two
hundred dollars. I do not need this shit. I don’t have that kind of cash just hanging
around and they don’t want credit cards.”
“Hmm. I know how you can make a quick hundred or so.” Steve looked at her and
winked.
“Fuck you.” Lissa’s expression wasn’t pleasant.
“You already did. I thought that was free, though.”
“I’m not a whore.” Lissa was clearly very upset by the hint of sex for money.
Steve tried to explain. “Noooo…I’m sorry. Don’t misunderstand me here. I just
meant—you said you’d try anything, so let’s put this to another little test.”
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“I’m listening.” Lissa’s steady gaze made it quite clear she wasn’t going to back
down from her word.
Steve smiled, reached over to her red blouse and undid the top button. “Now you
go over to that bar and make sure you’re noticed. Really turn on the show. But if
someone comes on to you I want you to unleash the ‘bitch mode’ full tilt.”
“Why?”
“You just do what I say. We’ll get your car fixed.” Steve grinned and wiggled his
eyebrows at her.
This time, Steve sat watching Lissa go into the bar. Damn, she’s got a great ass. It was
accentuated by the tightness of her jeans. He gave her about twenty minutes to put his
plan into effect. He also wanted to make her wonder exactly what he was up to.
* * * * *
It’s working. Steve stared into the bar from the little space between the front door
and the actual room itself.
Three guys perched on stools at one end of the long wooden surface. Their faces
were sour, and every now and again, one or all of them threw disappointed looks
Lissa’s way.
“What a bitch. Talk about an ice princess.” The conversation was certainly loud
enough for Lissa to hear, but obedient to Steve’s instructions, she was ignoring it.
Steve smiled as he walked into the room and headed to the stool next to the
disgruntled men. “Hey guys. What’s going on?”
“Not much. Pretty dead in here actually.”
“Whoa, who’s the hottie over there?” Steve looked over to Lissa. He was probably
the only one who noticed how she hid her smile at the sound of his voice. She was
wearing skintight jeans and a red blouse that screamed “no bra”. There was a chill in
the air.
“That’s no-man’s-land.” One guy spoke up.
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“Damn, she is hot. Look at those legs. I bet she fucks like a wild woman.” Steve let
his eyes travel up and down her body.
“You wish. We all tried and she just passed. Shot us down dead. Go ahead and try
your luck. I’ll bet she tells you to fuck off.” The dark-haired member of the trio slurped
his beer.
“I bet she does, too,” added the balding guy.
Steve pursed his lips in thought, kept silent for a moment or two, then said,
“Twenty bucks says I can get her to flash me her tits.”
There was laughter. Obviously they couldn’t believe an average guy like Steve
could get an attractive woman like Lissa to pay attention to him after three professional
bar studs, like them, had struck out. It was inconceivable.
“I’ll take that bet. If you get her to let you feel them I’ll give you another fifty.” The
dark-haired guy blurted out the words through his guffaws.
“I want in on that bet.”
“Me, too.” The other two chimed in.
“You’re on.” Steve ordered a beer and asked the bartender for a margarita as well,
taking a couple of swigs from his glass as the man mixed up the frothy green
concoction.
Three pairs of eyes watched as Steve walked over to Lissa, calmly offered her a
drink and shook her hand. After a few moments she began to smile and Steve threw a
wink over his shoulder at the guys. Turning to see if people were watching, Lissa
pulled the front of her blouse open, letting Steve get a glimpse of her supple breasts.
He choked back a laugh at an odd sound, very much like three jaws would make as
they hit the floor.
Steve whispered in Lissa’s ear and she smiled back, almost shyly. Damn, this is fun.
They were playing a harmlessly exciting game with three patsies who deserved what
they got.
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Steve leaned forward and when Lissa opened her top a little more, Steve slid his
hand under her breast. For good measure he lowered his mouth and kissed the
protruding nipple. Lissa’s soft sigh echoed around the silent room.
“I’ll be right back.” Steve excused himself from Lissa and returned to his three
observers. He tapped on the bar and got the bartender’s attention away from Lissa’s
fingers as she rebuttoned her shirt. “I need another beer. Fuckin’ A, that woman has the
most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen. Okay, guys, pay up.”
“I can’t believe it. Come on—tell us. What did you say to that babe?”
“I told her my name and said I wanted to be completely up front with her. I said I
wanted to buy her a drink, then spend the rest of the night fucking her until we passed
out from exhaustion. She said she’d heard a lot of bad pick-up lines but mine was at
least honest.”
The dark-haired guy frowned. “Bullshit. You didn’t say that.”
“I did. Honestly. I told her I’d pay her fifty bucks to show me her tits and a
hundred bucks for a feel of them. I figured you guys paid for it.”
The three men looked at each other with identical dumbfounded expressions on
their faces. They probably felt as stupid as three blind mice. But it didn’t stop them from
grumbling as they placed their money on the bar.
Steve downed his drink and took the money. “Bartender, their next round is on
me.” He held up a twenty and set it back down. Leaving one glass of beer untouched,
he headed for the door and made it into the small foyer when something grasped the
front of his pants.
“You said you could fuck all night. How about all day? Let’s go.” Lissa had a firm
grasp on his crotch and led him down a small passage like he was on a leash.
Fetch! Roll over…hell, as long as she didn’t ask him to play dead!
* * * * *
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Lissa’s blood was pounding in her ears as she tugged Steve behind her into the
shadows of the dreary hallway. Opening her shirt in front of those men like that had
pushed her past a few limits and the adrenaline was still pumping.
She’d nearly lost it when Steve had bent and brushed her nipple with his lips,
having to fight a really tough battle with herself not to just grab him and have her way
with him right then and there.
Of course, if she had gone ahead and followed her instincts, she might now have
enough cash for a brand-new car, loaded with factory options, not just the cost of a tow.
But shit, it had been a real thrill.
And she wanted to show Steve just what a thrill it had been.
“This’ll do.” She pushed him up against the wall and rubbed her body over his,
long, rolling movements that ground her pussy into the hardness behind his fly.
Automatically, he pushed back. “Do for what?” His arms slid around her and held
them locked together.
She wiggled her hand between their bodies and unsnapped his jeans. “Payback.”
Steve blinked at her. “Hey, it’s your car that needs fixing…”
“Yeah. And it was my boobs we had to flash. Fair is fair.” She slid the zipper down
and reached inside, finding a hot, rapidly hardening cock ready to fall into her hands.
“And you’ll like this particular payback.”
She stroked him firmly as she pulled him free of his jeans, and grinned as his eyes
glazed for a second or two.
“Uh…maybe.”
“Liar. You love it.” Lissa lifted up on tiptoes and rubbed her pussy into his cock,
letting the raised seam on her jeans graze his skin.
“Mmm.” His eyelids fluttered.
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“I need another case of the local and two of the draft.” A loud voice was
accompanied by footsteps coming their way, and without realizing it, Lissa tightened
her grip on Steve’s cock.
“Ouch. Careful, babe. That ain’t a salami you’ve got in your hand.”
“Sorry.” She glanced around. “Somebody’s coming. Quick…in here.”
She tugged him through a small door and closed it quickly behind them. Steve had
been close to her the whole time, since she was still holding his cock. She hung on,
refusing to let it go.
“Um…Lissa?”
“What?”
“This is the ladies’ room.”
Lissa glanced around and grinned. “So it is.” She peeked at Steve. “You ever get a
blowjob in a ladies’ room?”
He made a strangled noise in his throat. “No. Can’t say as I have.”
“I’ve never shown myself to a bar full of men, either.” She dropped to her knees in
front of him. “Looks like it’s gonna be a day of ‘firsts’ for both of us.”
And with great pleasure, she plunged her mouth down over his cock.
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Chapter Four
Steve did his best to stop his eyes from rolling back in his head as Lissa’s mouth
covered his cock with wet heat.
He was in a ladies’ room, for God’s sake, getting a blowjob. Life sure did take some
odd twists and turns now and again.
The strong scent of pine cleaner mixed with some flowery fragrance tickled his
nostrils and made him want to sneeze, something he fought, since he wasn’t quite sure
what would happen to the woman sucking him off if he sneezed at the same time.
He shifted his butt and nearly fell backwards into the low sink. “Shit. Sorry.”
Lissa licked around the head of his cock. “Stop fidgeting.”
“I’m not. Just trying to give you room.”
“I’ve got enough room.”
She pulled her head back, dragging her tongue up beneath his length and making
his fingers tighten on the porcelain of the sink.
And then she went an inch too far, whacking the back of her head into the roll of
toilet paper.
It poinged out of the wall, and unrolled itself over the floor in a ribbon of white
tissue.
“Fuck.” Lissa tried to suppress a giggle. “There are some drawbacks, aren’t there?”
She put her mouth on him again and gripped him firmly.
“Not many, other than being cramped and the wondrous aroma.” Damn, he loved
her mouth. And the way she moved her hands in a certain particular rhythm that
matched the thud of his heart.
“Mmm. Steve.” She sighed over his wet cock. “You taste fucking good, babe.”
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He looked down at her dark hair, mussed and tousled now. He ran his fingers
through it, fighting the urge to clamp down and force himself down her throat.
His hips, however, he couldn’t quite control, and they pushed towards her. His foot
skidded on the tile floor, knocking over a large jug of cleanser.
It toppled right onto Lissa’s hand where she was steadying herself.
“Aaargh. Sheeeittt…” she yelled loudly and tore her mouth away from him,
cradling her cracked knuckles. “Holy fucking hell. That hurt.”
“Jeez…I’m—”
“Hey. What the fuck’s going on in there?” There was a pounding on the door. “You
okay?” A man’s loud voice growled outside.
Lissa and Steve stared at each other blankly.
They both said the same thing in unison. “Uh-oh.”
“I’m comin’ in.”
So am I. Or I was until you interrupted, you fucking asshole.
The door opened, cracking into Lissa’s shoulder. Steve stared at her as she crawled
on all fours away from the doorway. “My contact lens. I’ve lost my contact lens.” She
blinked at the stunned figure of the bartender.
Steve tried his best to play along. “Uhh…I’m helping her find it.”
Lissa lifted her head, right beneath his cock, banging it hard enough to bring tears
to his eyes. “Ooops.” She blushed a little, but then gave a loud squawk. “Oooh.
Look…there it is!”
The bartender’s eyes turned to where she pointed, and Steve rapidly zipped himself
up, shoving his shirt into his pants as best he could.
“Oh, thank you so much.” Lissa stood with her hand closed around whatever it was
she’d found on the tiles. “I’m really quite blind without it, you know.”
She tried to get up but leaned forward a little too far. Something was holding her
head. “Oww…”
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She tugged again, realizing that her hair had snagged on Steve’s zipper. She pulled,
winced and he squirmed as each time she tried to free herself, she gave him a wedgie.
He was gonna end up flossing his own back teeth if she kept this up.
“Ouch.” Lissa’s eyes were watering. “This is embarrassing.” She giggled a little,
self-consciously. “See how much I need that contact lens? I’m real glad I found it.”
Finally, Steve extricated the last few strands of her hair.
The bartender shook his head and chuckled. “I’ve seen some strange couples, but
you two need some serious help.” He turned to leave. “Get a room, guys.”
He closed the door behind him.
* * * * *
Both Steve and Lissa were laughing as they reached the truck and threw themselves
into the front seat, slamming the doors on the cool air.
“Shit. Did you see his face?” Lissa giggled, still excited at the thought of their
adventures.
“He’ll never go into the ladies’ room again, that’s for sure.” Steve chuckled.
“Well, it was cool how you came up with that idea. Easy money.” Her spine tingled
and she felt a shiver that was more heat than cold.
Steve looked at her. “You liked that, didn’t you?”
“Liked what? Crawling around the floor of a ladies’ room?”
“No. Showing your breasts in public.”
Lissa thought for a moment. “Not really. Well, yes…maybe. I don’t know.” She
frowned, trying to make sense of it. “It wasn’t the showing myself, Steve. It was
more…uh, jeez, what am I trying to say here?”
“The thrill?”
“I guess. Knowing I was doing something really outrageous. So far from anything
I’ve ever done before.”
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“Kind of like that moment at the very top of a roller coaster ride, before you go
crashing down into a bottomless pit?”
“Yes.” Lissa clapped her hands together. “Yes, that’s it, exactly.”
“Like that moment when you’re fucking and you know you’re about to come—”
“But you haven’t, and you just hang there for endless moments…” Lissa finished
his thought. He did understand. It must have been fate that had brought her the one
man who could really get his mind around where she was, what she wanted.
“And then you come.”
His words turned the blood in her veins to fire. “But you didn’t. We have some
unfinished business, you and me.” Her gaze fell to his crotch. “I owe you one.”
“You don’t owe me anything.” Steve sounded a little affronted.
“Well, how about this. I want…” She paused.
“What?” Steve rested his hand idly on the steering wheel.
“I want you. Your cock. Right here, right now.”
“Uhh…”
She grinned. “I want my mouth on you. Sucking you. Licking and tasting you. I like
how you taste, Steve. I like the feel of you sliding over my tongue.”
He shifted on the seat, his pants bulging and his shirt still half tucked where he’d
shoved it in such a hurry. “Umm…”
Lissa narrowed her eyes. “Yeah. Here. Now.”
Steve glanced around the empty parking lot. “Umm…”
“There’s nobody near us. Why not?” Lissa pushed. She wanted him, a bubble of
desire that was so fierce it damn near hurt. “Unzip, Steve. Release the beast.”
She watched his throat move as he considered his options. Then his hands fell to his
waist and he popped the fastener free. “You sure?” The zipper slid down and his cock
bulged through the thin cotton of his underwear. The underwear that showed a distinct
pink tinge. Men never can do their laundry right.
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“Oh, yeah.” Lissa licked her lips. “I’m sure.”
And she was, too. She’d never wanted anything so much in her life. Need gnawed
at her, and her mouth watered at the sight of him. With a little sigh of pleasure, she
reached over and spread his pants apart, tugging his briefs out of the way. He lifted his
hips and let her slide the clothing down out of the way.
She touched him, almost reverently. “Move your seat back. I need room for this big
fella here.”
“Shit, your hands are cold. Yikes. The seat’s cold, too.” The words choked out of his
throat roughly as she ran her fingertips up his silky, muscled length. But he did hit the
seat control, sliding away from the steering wheel.
“Funny. I don’t notice any shrinkage.” Lissa shifted into a more comfortable
position and delved into the heat between his legs, cupping his balls. “Everything
seems right where it should be.”
She stroked him, softly at first, then more firmly, rolling his balls across the hand
between his legs like a magician flipping a coin from finger to finger. “Do you like this,
Steve?”
Lissa glanced up at him from beneath her eyelashes. He was watching her hands as
she touched him. She curved her hand and softly raked her nails across the skin behind
his balls. He flinched. “Good? Or am I hurting you?”
“I’m…I’m fine.” A muscle in his jaw twitched as she repeated the move once more,
hungry for any reaction either in words or in movements.
“Really?”
His gaze met hers, heated and heavy-lidded. “I’d be better with my cock in your—”
“You don’t need to ask.”
It was what Lissa had been waiting for. A moment of honesty when Steve told her
flat-out what he wanted. No games, no pretense. Just a simple “suck me”. It freed her of
any restraints and she lowered her lips to his cock.
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He sighed and moved his hips slightly as she began to touch him, licking him at
first, slicking her saliva over his velvety smooth skin. Up and down she went, soaking
him, making him slippery and wet against her lips.
Steve moaned as she finally put her mouth over him and sucked him deep against
her tongue. She played with the ridges, the curves and dips of his cock, teasing them
with her tongue as she moved her head down and then up again, setting up a rhythm
with her hand.
The other one continued to cup his balls and occasionally delved behind them to
that little spot he seemed to react to so strongly to when she touched it.
Like a talented musician, she played his flute, sucking hard then backing off,
dropping little kisses around the swollen head. Lissa sucked again, urging a tiny drop
of moisture to ooze from the small slit. She savored it, rolling it around her tongue.
“God, you taste good. Salty, tart…all man.” All hers.
She held the essence of this man in her hands and her mouth. Her slightest breath
made him jerk and groan, his thigh muscles bunching next to her and his head moving
restlessly now as she increased her pressure.
Daringly she bared her teeth and just grazed his skin, loving the gasp and shudder
she both heard and felt as they rattled his body. His reaction fed her need, filled her
with a sense of her own power and drove her on, determined now to make him lose
everything he had…all his control…and just let go.
Her grip tightened and she took him as far back in her mouth as she’d ever taken
anything. Steve bit back a cry as his cock brushed the back of her throat, and Lissa
slowly slid him free, catching her breath. Only to repeat the move once more.
The windows of the truck had fogged up, and they were enclosed in their own
private world where the only sounds were of a woman’s mouth as she pleasured her
man, and the man’s groans as he enjoyed her.
His balls were hard, stretching the skin that covered them, taut with his arousal.
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She slid him free of her mouth, slicking her hand up and over the head of his cock,
only to grip him and lower her hand down to his body once more. “I want you to come,
Steve.”
“Jesus fucking—” He gasped out the words as she ran her tongue from base to tip,
catching that spot beneath the head that seemed to drive him nuts.
“Steve. You hear me? I’m going to make you come. Hold you while you come. Keep
your cock in my mouth while you come.” She sucked him, hard this time, tugging with
her lips. There was a definite “pop” as she released him. “I want to swallow you, Steve.
Suck you dry and watch you while I’m doing it.”
She raised her eyes to his, wondering what his reaction would be.
He blinked and gulped. Then closed his eyes.
Triumph flooded Lissa and she let her hands spread his thighs even farther apart.
Now there was no hesitation as her hand slipped beneath his tight balls and pressed
solidly into the flesh she had exposed.
Steve moaned.
This was it. She lowered her head once more to finish him.
From this day forward, Steve would have firsthand knowledge and be able to give
lectures on receiving the perfect blowjob. Men from all around the world would listen
to him describe what Lissa was doing to his cock. He fought for control with random
thoughts. Eskimos, the last movie he saw, wondering if his team would win the World
Series—it was all in vain.
It wasn’t so much the way she let her lips and tongue caress his aroused cock as
much as how her fingers added just enough pressure below his tightened balls. His ass
flexed each time she did it. Kind of like a male version of those Kegel exercises he’d
read about.
“Oh, fuck, I’m…” He felt the swelling volcano beginning to crest.
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Lissa dragged her finger along the sensitive skin that was his weakness and he
exploded.
His legs thrust forward as he fought the impulse to shove his cock down her open
throat. The urge to widen his thighs was strangled by the pants now stretched between
his knees.
Steve put his hands over his face and moaned again, feeling Lissa sucking hard to
get the final drops of his seed. She swallowed and sucked so powerfully, he wouldn’t
have been surprised if she sucked his balls through the tip of his cock.
Finally, Lissa wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb and a rather smug
smile spread across her face. “Well. That seemed to work nicely. You okay?”
“I don’t know if I can drive. Can we just sleep here?” Steve grinned and tried to
adjust himself. “Ow, ouch, ah—shit, ouch, fuckin’, damn bastard—ouch.” Pain racked
him.
Worriedly, Lissa raised her hands and reached for him. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.
What did I do? Did I break it?”
Steve clenched his teeth. “My foot is cramped. Fuck, I curled my toes just before I
came and it fucking hurts. Don’t move…just…sheeeeit—”
“Is your big toe is all curled under?” Lissa looked perplexed. “What a wuss. Stretch
your leg out fully.” She watched as Steve fidgeted. “Try having a period if you want to
know what real cramps are.”
“You don’t wanna kiss it and make all better?” Steve held his foot up.
“If I’d broken your cock, I might consider it. Now let’s get out of here if you’re up to
driving. I’m grubby, I need to shower and my ass is freezing.”
“Hmm. Well, I’d offer to warm it up by having you sit on my face. But you’re right,
it’s cold. Let’s get back to the trailer.” Steve finished pulling up his pants and started the
truck.
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Chapter Five
Lissa muttered to herself as she whacked her elbow in the tiny shower for the third
time. At least she was clean, although God knew she had the bruises to prove it.
Her wardrobe was limited, but those jeans had to go. After crawling around on a
ladies’ room floor, not to mention getting them pretty damn wet from the inside, they
were definitely in need of a wash.
Perhaps there was a laundromat around someplace. She’d ask Steve.
The blouse would do, since they were going to head into the small town and pick
up some supplies. Lissa shook out her skirt, glad the pleats had survived being crushed
into her bag. She loved this particular red plaid and it paired nicely with the shirt.
She shrugged. It would have to do. At least she had clean underwear and her thigh-
high stockings. No bra, of course—rebel women didn’t wear one.
She shivered as she toweled her hair dry. Nobody had pointed out to “rebel”
women that sometimes it was cold, and bras weren’t necessarily a mark of female
subordination, but occasionally a protection against that cold.
She discussed the issue with her nipples which ignored her and continued to bunch
into little points beneath the silk. “Ah, screw it. It’s not like Steve hasn’t seen them
already.”
She finished up and left the bathroom. He was sitting at the small dinette, studying
a map of the area.
“Looks like we’re only a couple of miles from what could be the center of town.
Probably can walk across the entire place in an hour. I’m guessing there’ll be stores
there where we can pick up what we need.” His eyes drifted over her red shirt and
skirt. “Nice kilt. You know the rules that go along with them, don’t you? No underwear
underneath. You got some Scottish ancestors?”
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“Nope. I just liked it. And the lack of underwear is a sexy idea, but frickin’
impractical in these temperatures. It might work in Scotland, but not here.” She slipped
her feet into her shoes. “Is my jacket anywhere near dry?”
Steve leaned over and pulled it off the back of the chair where Lissa had spread it.
“Yeah, I think so. It’s warming up a lot now that the sun’s come out.” He nodded
out the window where Lissa could see the snow falling in lumps off the trees and
steaming from the nearby road. Cars were splashing up the slush, and a lot of melting
was going on.
“Good.” At last something was working in her favor. “Okay. I’m as ready as I’ll
ever be. Want to go shopping?”
Steve’s reaction was predictably male. He rolled his eyes, shaking his head side to
side.
She giggled. “Suck it up. It won’t kill you. And I need…things, okay?”
He eyed the front of her shirt. “I hope a bra isn’t one of them.”
Lissa raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?”
“Yeah. I like seeing you all hard like that. Turns me on.”
She glanced down at his crotch. “Likewise, babe.”
* * * * *
Thanks to Steve’s map-reading skills, they reached town without incident, and
Lissa sighed with pleasure as the heat of the sun warmed the inside of the truck.
They found a parking space on the street, and she spent half an hour alone,
rummaging through the toiletries section of the small drugstore. Lotion, soap,
conditioner…there were a dozen things she hadn’t thought to shove into her bag she
now really needed. She tossed in an extra deodorant and some cheap razors for good
measure.
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Coming out with a grin on her face, she found Steve leaning up against the truck
and looking bored.
“Sorry. Did I keep you waiting?”
He shrugged. “I expected it.”
“You get what you needed?” She stuffed her bag behind the seat of the truck.
“Yep. Milk, bread, condoms and beer.”
“Ah. Just the essentials.” She closed the door and looked around. “Anything else
you want to see?”
A sign caught her eye. Discreetly carved into a long piece of wood were the words
“Toys 4 You”. And below it was a sign that invited visitors—who were over eighteen.
Oooh. “Um, Steve? Would you mind if we took a look in there?”
He followed her gaze. “Uh…sure. Why not?” Figures. A family market, hardware
store and porn shop in a town of five hundred people.
They walked down the narrow pavement to the store and looked in the window.
Blue silk cascaded down the display over a low shelf where a string of pearls looped
sensually around a large photograph of two bodies.
The lighting was sensational and Lissa’s heart quickened as she stared at it. Nothing
overtly sexual here, just the erotic black and white image of two lovers twined around
each other. The man’s head lay on the woman’s stomach, resting after loving her,
perhaps.
Next to the photo was one black rose. Made of leather.
It was enticing, and Lissa couldn’t resist. She pushed the door open, enjoying the
little tinkle of the bells attached to it. Steve followed and the bells clanged once more as
the door closed behind him.
“I’m gonna browse a bit, okay?” She leaned towards him and whispered, itching to
look at the displays of sex toys.
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“Browse away.” His voice was a little strange, like he was trying not to cough or
something.
Lissa glanced at him. “Behave yourself. No breaking the merchandise.” She
frowned.
He gave her a look of complete innocence. “Who me?”
“Yeah you. Don’t go all freaky on me with this stuff. Just look. No touch.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Steve saluted at her. “Go browse. I’ll be around.”
And with that, Lissa hurried away into the depths of the store, to find herself slap
up against a rack of vibrators.
* * * * *
Can’t find a football magazine when you need it. Steve walked down the isle of assorted
paperbacks and magazines.
Something caught his eye. Carnal Cavities—The Dental Chronicles. On the cover was a
busty woman in a nurse’s outfit, complete with a whip. He wasn’t a big porn reader,
but the huge set of 44-DDDs caught his eye. Make that nearly took his eye out. “Weeellll,
maybe just a peek.”
Most of the magazines had plastic wrappers so people could just see the covers but
there were some scattered through the racks that had been opened. Some guys couldn’t
wait. Hopefully the pages weren’t stuck together.
Thumbing through the pages, Steve stopped and smacked his lips together. This
woman could produce enough milk to feed a small country.
On the next shelf he saw more XXX magazines. He peered over the rack to see if
Lissa was around. Safe.
“No fucking way…” He spoke his thoughts aloud as he looked at a picture of a
woman with a black man in her ass, a white man in her pussy and two midgets who
could have been twins. They were naked and she had one on either side in her hands.
Turning the page he read the title. Inside Alice’s Wonderland. Dayum.
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Steve blinked at the covers for a few minutes, trying to absorb them all. Then
moved on, keeping an eye out for Lissa. Fortunately, it was a large store. He managed
to keep clear of her as he moved on to the rear part of the shop.
On the wall in front of him were a dozen extremely sexy women’s faces on
packages. There was a small speaker with a red button below it right next to the
display. The sign invited customers to “Push my spot to hear me”.
“Okay. I’ll bite.” Steve pushed the button.
A sultry woman’s voice whispered seductively. “You want to feel what it’s like to
fuck my tight, little pussy? Then give it a try. These products are just like the real thing,
and a true bargain at this price. Come and get me.”
Steve blinked. “So these feel like the real thing? So a porn star’s pussy feels like a
rubber ass with a hole in it?”
A soft moaning sound echoed from behind a small wall beside him, and he paused,
wondering if it was another sales gimmick. But no, it was coming from a different
direction.
Walking around the corner, Steve saw four booths lining the wall in the back of the
store. There were curtains in front of them.
“Cool. Porno booths.” Steve had heard of them, but never seen any. He pulled out a
few one-dollar bills and checked out the movie titles.
Chicks With Dicks, The Anal Avenger—Part 264, Cock Sucking Voodoo Whores, and Just
Find A Hole. All award-worthy films indeed.
The first three booths were occupied, but Steve found himself lured by the appeal of
Just Find A Hole.
What the hell. It’s a new experience, right?
Slipping into the tiny cubicle, he sat on the stool and tried to get comfy for the
show. The floor was sticky and the scent of pine cleanser filled the hot, tiny space.
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Slipping his cash into the machine, Steve looked at the small screen as flickering images
lit up the darkness.
A sexy-looking woman mumbled something in Spanish and her bedroom door
opened. A large, overweight, hairy man waddled in and mumbled something back to
her. The woman then started undoing her blouse to reveal her tits.
Please Insert Another Dollar flashed across the screen in large red letters.
“Fuck.” Steve rummaged through his pocket and put another dollar in. The movie
fast-forwarded to the woman naked and on the bed. She was attractive, sort of, and she
motioned for the male star to come closer to her. With great dexterity, she undid the
man’s pants and his off-color underwear filled the screen, followed by his hairy, fat ass.
The woman finally got his cock out but Steve could barely see it since the camera was
out-of-focus and the lens really grubby.
Once again the Give me more money sign came up and Steve decided one more dollar
was about his limit.
The movie had fast-forwarded to a new scene. The fat man was drinking a beer,
standing in front of the woman who was now on all fours. He downed the rest of the
beer and held it to the camera.
“He’s not going to…oh, my God.” Steve walked out of the booth, hitting his head on
the wooden doorframe that was clearly made for men shorter than him.
“How was it, man?” A skinny young lad stood outside, barely able to control his
excitement. He looked like a regular.
“Great dude, just bring a beer with you.” He rubbed his head trying to ease the
pain.
Steve looked for Lissa, but she wasn’t anywhere in sight. “Damn, I hate shopping.
What a place to be stuck in.” Turning away from the booths, he found himself in front
of a male nightmare.
The wall of proof that all men are not created equal.
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In bright lights and displayed in spectacular fashion, there was a wall of vibrators
and dildos. “Yikes!” Steve looked along the racks. There was every shape, size, color
and flavor imaginable.
And he stood staring at them like an idiot.
An elderly woman slowly walked up to the rack and rubbed her chin, “Hmm. What
do I need?” She turned to Steve and looked him up and down. “Young fella? Do you
work here? I need a recommendation.”
“Uhh, no…I’m here with someone.” Steve was frozen.
“Well, thanks anyway. I’ll just get this one.” She reached out and grabbed a
fourteen-inch, double-ended dildo with lifelike skin and vibrating action.
Stunned by the visual image, Steve was speechless.
He turned and kicked over an umbrella stand. “Oh, shit.” He stood it back up and
started putting the umbrellas back when he realized they weren’t umbrellas.
“Holy fucking goddamn shit!” He straightened, holding a dildo that resembled a tree
stump loosely in one hand.
Dumbfounded, he just stood there. “Hmm. I wonder…”
On the next rack was an assortment of leather and bondage items. And wouldn’t
you know it, there was a soft ball-gag sitting, unwrapped, on the top shelf. It could have
been one of those stress things that molded to a hand when not being shoved into
somebody’s mouth.
“Perfect.” Steve picked it up and squeezed it.
“Game seven, bottom of the ninth inning and Steve Mitchell is at bat. Two outs,
three balls, two strikes…” Steve tossed up the ball and swung the dildo like a baseball
bat.
“It’s a home run!” He whacked it and the ball ricocheted off a wall and landed with a
soggy thud against a man’s head.
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“Whoops.” Steve dropped the dildo back into the rack and strolled away,
innocently whistling.
* * * * *
Lissa gaped. She’d heard about these adult toy stores before, but this was the first
time she’d actually been in one. There must have been a huge rise in the stock of some
plastics companies, since there were more vibrators in more shapes, sizes and colors
than she’d ever imagined.
Everything from “Beginner” to “Jumbo Stud” was racked up in front of her,
enticing her to touch them, marvel at them and wonder what the hell kind of woman
used a “Jumbo Stud”. It had to be at least ten inches long and thicker around than her
wrist. Yeeoooouch!
Then there were the multi-pronged jobs, offering stimulation of anywhere from one
to three locations simultaneously. Some even had wiggly bits that moved.
“Go ahead, honey. You can touch. Turn them on if you want. These are our display
models.” A friendly voice sent Lissa a foot in the air.
A matronly lady stood behind her, smiling companionably at her confusion. “You’ll
find the price reflects the engineering complexity, of course.” She pulled a large
knobbly one from the rack.
“Of course.” Lissa nodded, eyes glued to the blue monster.
“This one offers both anal and clitoral stimulation while penetrating to a greater
depth and massaging the G-spot.” She turned it on and various appendages vibrated
and waved like an alien with an epileptic fit.
Lissa tried hard to stop her eyes from crossing. “Ah. My goodness.”
“Yes, it is a bit much for those not used to it. Here…” She pulled down a vivid neon
purple one that looked a little more—user-friendly. “Just a clit stimulator and simple
penetration.”
“Well.” Lissa swallowed. “There we go.”
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“Take your time, honey. Feel free to browse. Come see me if you have any
questions. Oh, and you’ll find the butt plugs over there…” She pointed towards the
back of the store. “And the jewelry is by the counter near the front.”
“Gosh, thanks.” Lissa struggled for words. “You have a lovely place here.”
“We like it. It gets busy at times, other times like now, it’s quiet.” She smiled and
turned to leave. “Have fun. We take all major credit cards, in case you find something
you like.”
“Um, thanks again.”
Lissa wandered the aisles, fascinated by the amazing amount and variety of sexual
paraphernalia. It was certainly an eye-opener, and her brain started to whirl at the
thought of what she could do with some of these things.
She caressed a set of fur-lined cuffs. These would look damned good on Steve.
Wonder how he’d feel about being tied to the bed?
She pushed the thought away. That sort of experience required a lot of trust and she
really hadn’t known him for long. Although if he wanted to tie her up…
A quicksilver pang of excitement shot through her. Jesus. He was getting to her
more than she’d realized. This sooo wasn’t part of her plan. Resolutely she shoved the
images to the back of her mind and returned to browsing the jewelry display.
Nipple beads, clamps and shields glittered next to clit clips and other decorations,
all of which looked rather uncomfortable to say the least. Lissa raised one eyebrow at
the leather collar that was festooned with spikes and apparently came with its own
leash. Uh-uh. Not into that scene.
There were racks of videos and DVDs, from the instructional to the sensational.
Since she had no desire to try nude Tai Chi, or find out the Ranch Hand’s Secret, she
passed on those.
She also passed on the anal beads. There were things that appealed to her and
things that didn’t. She’d often held back the urge to tell someone to shove something up
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their ass, but it was a metaphorical expression. When it came to the real McCoy, she
was—reluctant, to say the least.
“Okay. Pass on the bondage stuff, pass on the anal stuff. No clamps or beads.
Which brings us back to these bad boys.”
Once again she stood in front of the rack of vibrators. And luckily Steve was
nowhere in sight.
“Excuse me.”
Lissa jumped again. I wish people would stop sneaking up on me when I’m looking at
goddamned vibrators!
“I couldn’t help noticing your interest. I have quite a few of these models. Can I be
of any help?”
The woman was very attractive—blonde in a subtle sort of way that suggested it
could well be her natural color. She wore a perfectly tailored suit, and a blouse that
shrieked “designer” in its simplicity.
“My name is Jennifer. You must be new in town.”
“Hi. I’m Lissa.” She smiled. “We’re just passing through, as a matter of fact. But this
store…well, I had to check it out.”
Jennifer smiled back warmly. “I understand, believe me.” She turned to the display.
“So many choices—it’s confusing, isn’t it?”
There was something charming about her, openly friendly, and Lissa felt at ease
right away. “It sure is. I mean I’ve used a vibrator of course, but I had no idea there was
such a variety.”
“Ever tried one of these?” Jennifer pulled down a naturally shaped device,
featuring one small jutting prong.
“No. Any good?” Lissa watched as Jennifer turned the base and activated the little
battery-driven motor. The small extrusion shivered daintily.
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Jennifer grinned conspiratorially. “One of the best. As long as you get the angle
right. Look…you seem interested. Would you like a demonstration?”
“On me?” Lissa squeaked and backed away.
“No dear, not you. On me. At least until we know each other better.” Jennifer
laughed.
“Huh?”
Lissa found her arm in Jennifer’s hand as she pulled her past the counter. “Millie,
I’m going to borrow your back room for a bit.”
“Okay, dear. Have fun.” The owner barely looked their way.
Lissa blinked. “You know her?”
“Oh, yeah. I shop here a lot. I would say I’m probably her best customer, all things
considered.” She led Lissa through a draped-off doorway and into a small room where
boxes were stacked and one barstool stood silently in a corner.
“Now.” Jennifer put down her bag and began to slide the skirt of her suit up over
her thighs. “Let me show you how to use this one to its best advantage.”
“Uh…” Lissa gulped. Someone she’d just met was about to get off with a vibrator in
front of her. She should be screaming and running as fast as she could. This was just a
hair shy of perversion.
And yet—was it? Could this fall under the heading of “woman-to-woman”
educational instruction? And wasn’t this the exact sort of experience Lissa had run
away to find? She squared her shoulders.
Yes. This was it. The wild, the crazy, the sexually adventurous.
Steve, the bar, these toys, this woman—Jennifer—they were all part and parcel of
what Lissa was looking for.
She settled herself on the edge of a stack of boxes. “Go for it.”
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And go for it Jennifer did. Without hesitation, she pulled her skirt to her waist,
exposing a complete and total lack of panties. She leaned back onto the barstool and
looked at Lissa.
“Now. The important thing to remember is that this is designed to give you
pleasure. At your own pace, fitting your own body. Arousal is key here.” Jennifer
turned the vibrator on to a low hum. “I find a light touch on the clit to start with usually
works best.”
She held the vibrator loosely in one hand, just brushing her clit with it in a gentle
back and forth rolling motion.
Lissa blinked. And stared for all she was worth.
“Oh, yes.” Jennifer’s eyes closed. “Nice. I love that light tickle. Starts the body’s
response…” She moved her hand a little. “Umm. Yeah.”
Lissa swallowed, afraid to breathe, afraid to move. Jennifer’s long thighs were
covered by black, sheer stockings, held up by tiny garter straps that crossed over her
white skin to a lacy belt above.
Her pussy was bald, shaved or waxed or mowed—whatever some women did to
get that smooth and bump-free surface. Satin skin that was beginning to gleam as she
gently spread her increasing moisture over herself.
“Once the arousal starts, then you will be ready to go further.” Jennifer’s matter-of-
fact narration was in direct contrast to the flush spreading across her face and the
widening of her thighs.
How the hell can she stay so focused?
“You see this little nubbin here?” Jennifer was staring at Lissa and pointing to the
small protrusion on the vibrator.
Lissa jumped a little. “Oh, yes…yes, I see it.”
“You need to make sure that when you insert it, that finger touches your clit. Or at
least that spot around your clit that brings you the most pleasure.”
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“I see.” Lissa had the weirdest urge to take notes. Christ, is there gonna be a quiz later?
Jennifer spread her legs wider and inserted the vibrator, perfectly matching the
angle to her body.
Hell, she’s done this before. Quite a few times, too, by the looks of things.
“Mmmm.” She closed her eyes again and her free hand crept to her jacket and
blouse, unfastening both. “Excuse me, but I prefer nipple stimulation at about this
point…”
“Sure. Go right ahead.” Lissa squirmed as the vibrator sank deeply into Jennifer’s
body, past pink and swollen pussy lips and through her juices, which gleamed in the
light of the small room.
A moan of pleasure followed. That must be the nipple stimulation.
In spite of herself, Lissa couldn’t help a feeling of arousal tingling through her own
body. It was extraordinarily erotic, this voyeuristic experience, and while she’d never
have considered such a thing, it was turning out to be…interesting. To say the least.
“Notice how the vibrator is placed exactly where it will give me most pleasure?”
Jennifer was getting a little breathless now.
“Yes,” Lissa whispered, afraid to break this sensual spell.
“It never fails to make me come.”
Jennifer’s body arched and her head lolled back. The vibrator buzzed softly and
other than the sound of panting breaths, the room was silent.
Lissa was transfixed by the sight of another woman reaching the throes of orgasm.
She’d never seen anything quite like it.
“Oh, God…” Jennifer sobbed and her body jerked, hips writhing on the stool and
vibrator clenched deeply within her.
Lissa could see the handle moving as Jennifer’s cunt spasmed around it, pulling at
it and shuddering as her muscles clamped, released and clamped again.
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Finally, with a sigh, Jennifer removed the vibrator, delicately easing it from
between her thighs. “Oh, wow. That was quite wonderful. I really do recommend this
model.”
Lissa struggled to get her voice back. “It certainly seems to work well.” What else to
say? Nice orgasm? “Come” here often?
She looked away as Jennifer tidied herself up with tissues and rebuttoned her
blouse. “So. What do you think?”
Lissa met her gaze. “I…uh…”
“Shocked?”
“Oh, no.” Lissa shook her head. “Absolutely not. I’m impressed, if you want to
know the truth.”
Jennifer stood. “Impressed? With what?”
Lissa waved her hands. “With…this, with your—your freedom. How comfortable
you are with your own sexuality. And in front of a stranger, too.”
Her words brought a light laugh. “Strangers are only friends we haven’t met yet. I
truly believe that. And I have a feeling you and I could be friends.”
Lissa nodded. “I’d like that.”
“Look.” Jennifer delved into her purse. “If you’re serious about enjoying my
freedom, and you’d like to explore some of your own, here’s my address.” She passed a
card to Lissa. “I’m having one of my parties tomorrow night.”
“Oh. Wow.” Lissa took the card in nerveless fingers. Life sure took some
unexpected turns at times.
“A bunch of good friends, plenty of good food and drinks, and you can check your
inhibitions at the door along with your clothes.” She grinned. “If you want. No
obligations, of course.”
“Um…” Lissa gestured towards the store with one hand. “I’m sort of with
somebody… He’s helped me with car stuff. And things…”
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A loud thunk echoed through the small room, scaring both women. “What the hell
was that? Sounded like something hitting the wall!”
“I’d better get going,” said Lissa. “Maybe I’ll see you later.”
“The more the merrier, as far as I’m concerned.” Jennifer walked to the curtain. “We
don’t violate any state laws. We’re consenting adults. We welcome new friends who are
interested and discreet. We don’t allow drugs or violence. Nobody gets hurt, everybody
has fun.”
She picked up the vibrator. “I must give this to Millie. They’re dishwasher-safe, you
know.”
“Really?”
“Yep. You should see my housekeeper’s face the morning after one of our parties.
The top rack is full of ‘em.” She laughed. “Please come. I think you’d enjoy it.”
“Thanks, Jennifer. Maybe we will.” Lissa turned the card over in her hand as
Jennifer left, the curtain swishing back into place behind her.
Well, well, well. This really could be interesting. An honest-to-God sex party.
I wonder if Steve will be up for it.
Having made her final selection, a modest vibrator, Lissa headed for the checkout
counter and looked around for Steve. As is typical when shopping with a man, he
wasn’t anywhere in sight.
She smiled at Millie as the woman wrapped her purchase. “Thanks. Say, have you
seen a tall man, dark hair, jeans? I came in here with him and now I’ve lost him.”
“Oh, him? Yes, he went outside.” Millie grimaced. “He was screwing around and
we asked him to leave. You know what he did? He—”
Lissa sighed. “I don’t wanna know. I’m sorry…he’s just a big kid stuck in a
beefcake’s body.” She took her package from Millie. “Aren’t they all?”
Typical. You can dress ‘em up, but you can’t take ‘em anywhere.
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Checking up and down the street, she saw Steve looking into the window next door
to the toy shop. She tapped him on the shoulder. “What did you do?”
“It wasn’t my fault. I was just looking around. You know they have dildos the size
of my damn arm in there? Jesus H, it’s scary.” Steve walked her to the truck.
“I met an interesting woman. She was very—how can I put it—open.” Lissa fingered
the card Jennifer had given her.
“Yeah? Cool.” Steve was far more interested in Lissa’s discreet blue paper bag.
“Soooo, what did you get? Show me?”
“Maybe. Food first. I’m hungry.”
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Chapter Six
The truck bumped into the rest area, jostling Lissa as she grabbed onto their food.
Steve parked near the trailer and looked around. “Hey, let’s eat outside. It’s warm
enough.” He headed for the picnic table conveniently set on the grass.
And he was right. It was warm now, the sun getting lower in the sky as evening
approached. The snow had almost all melted and the wooden table looked pretty dry.
Lissa put the bags on the table. “It’s been quite a while since I ate at a table like
this.” She laughed. “Last time, I think my parents nagged me about getting splinters in
my ass and not messing up my shoes.”
Steve opened the bags and spread the food out. His two giant burgers appeared,
along with a mountain of fries he dumped from his triple order and even more bags of
ketchup. He ripped one open with his teeth, and squirted it onto one of the containers.
“Lissa.”
She looked up from where she was opening her own burger.
“I’m hungry.”
Lissa frowned and waved at the food. “So eat already.”
“Give me your panties.”
“You want to eat my panties?” She gaped at him.
“No. I want you to take them off and give them to me. Here. Now.”
Lissa’s spine tingled. She looked at Steve. His voice was rough and his eyes were all
heat and lust. In spite of his outrageous demand, she was hooked. “Okay.”
She carefully slipped her hands beneath her skirt and tugged down her underwear,
keeping herself beneath the cover of the picnic table. “You’re going to need extra
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ketchup with those.” Keep it light. Keep it fun. Remember, this is what you wanted—to play
games with a man. To explore—stuff.
“Good.” He took the small bundle of silk and crushed it in one hand, eating a fry
with the other. “I don’t think this scenery is really helping my appetite.”
“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow. One of the things she liked best about Steve was his
ability to surprise her. She wondered what was coming next. She shifted, her naked ass
pressing into the hard seat.
“Yeah. I’d like to see something more…attractive.”
“Ah.” She sipped her soda with hands that trembled just the teeniest bit. “And that
would be…”
“You. On my truck. With something out of that bag from the toy store.”
Lissa swallowed down a lump of excitement along with a huge gulp of soda. She
coughed. “What?”
Steve quirked an eyebrow at her. “Risky, isn’t it?”
She knew a challenge when she heard one. “Yeah. It is.”
Lissa stood up, ignoring Steve as she pulled out the toy from her bag and slipped in
the batteries Millie had so generously thrown in for free. “Will this do?” She threw his
challenge back at him. If he thinks I’m going to back down…
“It’s up to you. Just give me something to look at.” He sounded casual enough, but
she could see the pulse at the base of his throat as it throbbed rapidly.
Lissa lifted the hem of her skirt and let him get a good look at her as she tucked the
vibrator into the top of her stocking.
Steve shifted on the bench.
She walked the few steps to his truck, putting an extra swing in her hips knowing
his eyes were on her. I wonder how fast that pulse is beating now? With a little difficulty,
she hoisted herself onto the hood, still warm from their recent trip. The bare metal
touched her naked backside as she flipped her skirt out of the way, and she choked
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down a moan of pleasure. Plus a prayer of thanks this wasn’t a truck with a hood
ornament.
The vibrator made a lump in the fabric of her skirt, on the side away from the road.
There were cars, not many, but enough to make her very aware that she had to be
careful here. No point in getting arrested while trying to prove a point.
She lifted her head and looked at Steve. “Got a good view?”
He took a bite of burger and chewed it thoughtfully. “Could be better.”
“Wait.”
She could’ve sworn she heard him choke down the food. Gotcha. She was sooo
gonna drive Steve wild.
Slowly, she wriggled to the edge of the hood and let her legs dangle over the
radiator. Latent heat swirled around them, and she kicked her shoes away. She
wouldn’t be needing them.
With infinite care, her hands fell to the hem of her skirt and she began the
agonizingly slow process of pulling the fabric upwards—further and further
upwards—until she knew he could see her pussy.
Staring into his eyes, Lissa spread her thighs wide. “Can you see okay?”
This time, he didn’t answer. He just nodded, gaze dropping to that exposed point
between her legs.
“Good. Sit back and enjoy the show.”
A car passed, its muffler loud and harsh. Lissa fought not to turn her head and look
at it. She didn’t need to see faces pressed against the windows—watching her.
Steve’s face was enough.
She loved the constant challenge, Steve’s ability to show her her own limits and
then push her past them—it was exciting, arousing and everything she’d ever dreamed
it could be.
No. It was more. More than she’d hoped and more than her wildest imaginings.
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Carefully, she lowered one hand to her pussy and stroked the soft folds. “Mmm.
I’m hot already. Can you tell?”
She glanced up under her eyelashes at Steve. His face was expressionless, but a
small muscle twitched in his cheek. He was sooo hers.
Another car—followed by a truck—the sounds were disconcerting, pulling Lissa
out of the moment and into reality. Someplace she didn’t need or want to be.
“I need to cool off a bit.” Keeping one hand moving delicately across her clit, Lissa
unbuttoned her shirt, lingering over each loop, each tiny fastener, until the two sides of
her blouse were hanging loosely down from her shoulders.
Cool air brushed her skin, and she shivered, waiting for her arousal. Which seemed
to be taking its own damn time.
Shaking her shoulders, she bared one breast to the world. “How am I doing so far?”
There was no answer. Steve’s food remained untouched in front of him on the table,
and he watched her as if he could devour her with his eyes and provide all the
sustenance he needed.
She laughed. This was power. This was control. She was in charge, for the moment
anyway, and it went to her head like a shot of powerful brandy.
Lissa pulled the vibrator from her stocking top and twisted the handle, turning it to
a low hum. Imitating the way Jennifer had used it, she stroked herself in a rolling sort of
motion across her clit—and froze.
Fuck. That thing really works.
Tiny sparks of sensation flared from the spots she touched, heating her pussy in
seconds and shuddering through her clit.
A flock of birds broke free from the nearby forest and soared overhead, their calls
once more distracting Lissa. Her body responded, but this time to the surge of
adrenaline the interruption had caused, not the thrumming of the vibrator. Shit.
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“Don’t stop.” Steve’s harsh command broke the silence. “Don’t stop for anything. I
don’t want you to stop until you come.”
She threw her head back and stared at him. “I don’t intend to.”
What she had intended was to have a very nice orgasm, thank you, and make that
man her slave while she was doing it. But Lissa hadn’t counted on not being able to get
her head in line with her body. The wetness was there, the tingles were there, but her
frickin’ orgasm wasn’t. Double shit.
She refused to give in. Not with him in front of her.
“Watch me, Steve. Don’t take your eyes off me for anything. Don’t stop watching
me until I come.” She challenged him with his own words.
“I don’t intend to.”
Well, hell. That tied the score. Now what?
Maybe a little penetration would do the trick. Lissa slid the head of the vibrator
down between her pussy lips, smoothing her juices around and generally doing all the
right things to produce a healthy climax.
Which just wasn’t frickin’ happening.
Okay. I can handle this. Women handle this situation every day. Exhaustion, stress,
kids…whatever…
With care, she pressed inwards, letting the buzzing toy find its way into her cunt.
Risking a glance at Steve, she saw him lick his lips.
So far so good.
A fire truck chose that moment to blare its way past them, screaming sirens making
Lissa’s ears ring. It shut down what remained of her arousal as efficiently as a bucket of
cold water.
But Steve was still watching. She hesitated, wondering if she should just call it
quits. But that would be surrendering—admitting failure. Nope. Not an option.
Okay, it’s show time.
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Lissa let her body fall back slightly, giving him a great view of her hand as she
worked the toy deep inside herself.
She panted. She moved her head from side to side, and reached again for one
breast. Damn it, my hand’s cold.
She managed a couple of realistic moans as she pulled the vibrator out and plunged
it back in again. The thing was persistent, maintaining its hum and shimmy no matter
how she used it.
She was so far away from hitting any kind of peak, that the only thing she really
wanted to do with it was sling it at some goddamn bird. But she had a goal. And Steve
was still watching.
Concentrating on the job at hand, Lissa moved her hips and thighs in what she
privately considered to be a very acceptable squirm. She parted her legs as wide as they
would go, flashing just about every single critter in the woods, and probably a couple of
migrating geese on their way south for the winter.
She moaned, and sighed, and did her damnedest to duplicate the movements that
her body created on its way to orgasm. She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes and threw
her head backwards in what she hoped would appear to be a paroxysm of ecstasy.
It had a lot more to do with frustration than fucking. She was screamingly furious
at herself, her body, the vibrator, Steve and a civilization that insisted on driving noisy
cars down freeways. Thus interrupting the orgasm she planned on giving herself, and
the good time she was supposed to be giving Steve.
Here goes nothing…
Using every muscle below her molars, Lissa clenched her body tight and gasped
out an “Oh, my God”, relaxing then clamping again, using a technique that would
probably make whoever invented Kegel exercises dizzy with joy.
She figured doing this several times in a row ought to convince Steve she was
having a helluva good time, plus provide the added benefit of extremely well-toned
inner musculature. She’d give new meaning to the phrase snappy pussy.
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Eventually, however, she let the tremors recede before her toes cramped, or her
fingernails left dents in the hood. She doubted he’d appreciate damage to his “baby”,
regardless of the method in which it was inflicted.
Pulling the vibrator stickily out of her pussy, Lissa sighed. What a fucking waste.
A knot of anger boiled up her throat at her own inability to come on command.
And with a highly technological device that was supposed to frickin’ guarantee it, too.
She swallowed down her fury and straightened her legs, peeling them off the grille
as she wondered how deeply the automobile logo had imprinted itself on her calves.
Ah screw it. Shit happens. At least Steve had gotten his show. She glanced over
towards her audience.
The picnic table was littered with food wrappers and sodas, and her shoes lay
untidily between her and the bench. Her underwear still sat in a crumpled bunch of
fabric next to the empty box of fries. There was only one thing missing.
Steve.
Goddamn. Godfuckingdamn!
* * * * *
“Why the fuck did you leave me out there like that?” Lissa bubbled with a mix of
fury, frustration and rage. Added to the embarrassment of doing her best acting during
a fake sex scene, one that probably had all the animals watching giving her a standing
ovation, and she was royally pissed-off.
“I was looking for some mustard for my burger.” Steve was matter-of-fact, ignoring
her anger.
Holding her hands out to the side, Lissa was speechless. A rarity in her life.
“Hey, you seemed to be doing okay out there.” Steve found the mustard and
nodded in approval.
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“But, you fuckhead, you told me you wanted to watch me come!”
“Yeah, but you didn’t. You were just goofing off.” Steve stared at her.
“I came. Weren’t you watching?” Lissa faked it better than most. She knew it had
looked pretty damned impressive.
“I can tell. That wasn’t real.”
Lissa could feel the temperature rising in the trailer. She was busted. Shit. “How
could you tell? What the hell makes you think it wasn’t real?”
Steve grabbed her arm and tugged her in front of him. Her back rested against the
counter. “Because I lived with a woman that fucked everyone but me. With me, she
faked everything. Her emotions, her feelings—everything I felt was real. With her it was
just an act.”
Steve was furious now. His neck bulged, veins protruding and some kind of
passion buried in the skeleton of his being began to take form. As if the pain made him
shed the skin hiding his weaknesses.
Lissa suddenly realized she was getting to him.
As he merged his mouth to hers, Lissa buckled. The pressing force of his body took
her breath away with this desperate lust-filled kiss.
She tried to push him off to catch her breath but Steve wouldn’t back away. His
cock pushed out from his confining pants. Letting her go, he reached across the
countertop and scattered the glasses and bottles across the trailer. The shattering glass
echoed in the quiet of the night. He grabbed Lissa’s waist and lifted her onto the cold,
bare countertop.
She leaned to kiss him again and Steve forced his arms between them and groped at
her blouse. Ripping it open, he ignored the buttons as they ricocheted off the walls in
the narrow space.
Lissa was wet, scared and incredibly aroused. Steve was a beast at this moment,
revealing a side of him she’d never seen or even suspected. But her own desires craved
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this part of him, this raw animalistic treatment. She gasped when Steve grabbed her
breast and suckled down on the tight nipple. Her fingers found the back of his head and
raked through his hair.
Steve’s hunger and lust took over. His mouth lowered to her stomach and Lissa
knew where he was heading. She leaned back into the wall, spreading her legs apart,
guiding his descent. Her skirt slid up her legs, exposing the glistening folds of her
throbbing sex.
She knew now what had been missing on the hood. The realism of a man craving
her, and the feel and touch of hot hands groping at her flesh. It was the simplest of
needs, emotion. A connection to another human being.
Steve pulled at her legs, moving her torso to the edge of the counter. The plaid skirt
hung over the edge and Steve kneeled down, admiring her.
Lissa closed her eyes, moaning as he slid his finger into the opening of her cunt.
Steve’s hot breath made her pussy melt, and she shivered. “Do it, come on, do it.”
The deep growl from Steve shook her to her soul, and he began to devour her
pussy. Ferociously attacking it with his tongue, he let his finger slide back and forth
inside her and nuzzle his mouth over her firm clit, totally aroused and wanting
attention.
“Ohh, fuck, ohhhh, Steve…” Lissa twisted her hips, trying to force him to eat her
even more. Steve was toying with her. Making her pay for the show outside. He twisted
his finger around like a screw as she felt the tightening of her inner walls against the
skin of his finger.
With a gentle bite, he found her clit. Lissa bucked her hips and moaned as Steve
sucked her clit in and out of his lips.
Pulling back, Steve hesitated.
Lissa opened her eyes and let his head loose from her grip. She stared at him.
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The look on his face branded itself into her brain. His eyes were glazed and the rage
burning in his veins surrounded him almost like an aura of flames. He stood up
breathing heavily, his glare cutting Lissa to the bone as he struggled to get his pants
loose.
Lissa reached to help and together they freed his swollen cock. She wanted him so
much she could taste it, feel it, cry from the need of it.
His pants fell to his ankles and she grabbed him, urging him towards her soaked,
hot opening.
Steve’s eyes looked crazed and confused as he grabbed Lissa, holding her ass and
lifting her off of the counter. Keeping his balance, he forced them both against the wall.
Lissa’s neck arched as Steve impaled her cunt with the rigid hardness of his cock.
Steve groaned and his teeth bared against her shoulder. Agony and lust mixed in
his heart. He began to pound in and out, his strong arms holding her up and his hands
digging into the soft cheeks of her ass. He wanted to sink deep into her, and even
deeper—to someplace she’d never felt.
“Look at me. Look at me.” It wasn’t a request.
“Oh…oh, Steve, I-I’m…oh, God—” Lissa’s eyelids drooped and Steve could sense
the onrush of her rolling orgasm as it shook her.
“Look at me, dammit. I want to watch you come. Look at ME!”
Her legs tightened around Steve’s hips as she struggled to focus on him.
“Oh, fuck, I can’t hold this.” Steve shook his head trying to shed the beads of sweat
that were trickling down his face. His straining body screamed at him, knotting and
clenching from the pressure building so fiercely inside.
Lissa leaned close, licking at his forehead. She lapped at the salty perspiration from
the heat of their sex.
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Steve looked into her eyes. His own eyelid twitched as he rose to the cusp of his
peak. Hell, every muscle he possessed was starting to twitch.
She began to shake, her cunt convulsing as Steve plunged deep, forcing her
mercilessly back into the hard wall.
“Oh, fuck…” Steve burst inside Lissa. He pressed his head against her.
Lissa held his head tightly and let her muscles milk him, clenching, releasing then
tugging at him once more. His desire for this woman had ridden him hard, taking him
into this place of explosive release.
There was no pretending this time—this was sex at its purest. Emotional, feverish
and fulfilling.
He rested his forehead against her breastbone. His breathing slowed, his heart
relaxing. “Promise you won’t fake anything with me, Lissa. You’re the only real thing I
have in my life right now.”
A long silence followed Steve’s words as they both eased down from the incredible
high.
Lissa’s legs had slid from his waist to the floor and she supported herself, but his
hands wouldn’t let go of her ass. He didn’t want to separate them, to let his cock fall
away from her heat.
“Steve…” Her voice was quiet, almost soft as she moved against him a little.
“Yeah.” He finally pulled away, his cock dropping from her body on a flood of
moisture.
“Oh, shit.” Lissa blinked up at him as the realization of what they’d done dawned
on him, too.
“Fuck.” There had been no condom. No protection—for either of them. “God, Lissa.
I’m sorry.”
Lissa swallowed. “Don’t be. I’m just as responsible as you are.” She straightened
her spine. “I’m on the pill, so you don’t have to worry about getting me pregnant.
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And…” She looked at him challengingly. “There’s no reason for you to believe me, but
I’ve been tested. I’m clean. It’s part of my annual physical. A woman can’t be too safe
these days.”
Steve stared steadily back at her. He believed her. Not absolutely sure he could tell
when she was lying, but he didn’t think she had. She wasn’t the type. They’d been
about as honest with each other as two people possibly could be.
“I’m clean, too. The first thing I did when I found out what my ex was doing was
get that test. At least some good news came out of the whole thing. She might have
taken just about everything, but at least she hadn’t given me anything to remember her
by.”
“Okay.” Lissa slumped. “Look, I’m…”
“Yeah. I’m tired, too.” Steve turned away wearily. “Why don’t you go
do…whatever, and then take the bed?”
Lissa shook her head. “I’m tired and sticky. I want the bathroom. But I don’t know
if I can sleep. I’ll take the couch for a bit, if it’s okay with you?”
There was a distance between them and Steve felt it. “Sure. Whatever you want.”
Nice move, Mr. Peckerhead. Acting like a ram in heat, fucking the crap out of her. What did
you expect?
And when he turned the small light out next to the bed and turned on his side,
alone, Steve was still asking himself the same question.
* * * * *
Lissa quietly opened the beer she’d found in the small fridge, next to a lone piece of
pepperoni pizza on a paper plate with ranch dressing, and smiled as she listened to
Steve’s rhythmic snores.
With the blanket tucked around her, a nice post-orgasmic exhaustion flooding her
limbs, she was pretty relaxed. And the beer sure tasted good.
Where am I going? What am I doing with this man?
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That question produced a snicker. Duh. Getting fucked every way possible and
then some.
Okay. Point one. Sex with Steve was everything she’d ever imagined sex could be.
He met her every move with one of his own, surprised her in countless ways and
understood her desire to explore boundaries, limits and go beyond them both.
Point two. He seemed to be enjoying it as much as she was. He’d loved everything
she’d suggested, everything she’d done. Duh, again. What guy didn’t like blowjobs?
Lissa frowned at her beer. She didn’t want to ask the question that lay beneath all
this soul searching, but it had to be faced.
How did she feel about Steve? Really feel?
She squeezed her eyes shut. No. I do not want to feel. I do not want to be “involved”.
That is sooo not what this whole thing is about. It’s only the sex. Absolutely only about the sex.
This whole escape, this “safari” was about Lissa finding stuff out about herself.
About who she really was away from the restrictions she’d grown up with. About
whether she had—or wanted—any limits. Whether the person inside was the real her,
or just a dream she’d indulged in after one too many lectures.
It is the real me.
That fact was becoming clearer by the minute. Lissa liked freedom. The more she
got, the more she craved. The freedom to take what she wanted from life, and from
men.
From Steve.
Yeah, but you’re not the only one doing the taking. To take, someone has to give.
Once again, Lissa’s thoughts turned in circles. I’m taking—he’s giving. Or am I giving,
too?
It was complicated. Far more complicated than a simple sexual adventure, and she
wasn’t sure she understood it, liked it or whether she might even fear it a little bit.
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The taste of the beer had turned bitter in her mouth. Sighing, she put it down next
to the couch and lay on the cushions, tucking the blanket around her.
I’m tired. I can’t think clearly. Tomorrow. I’ll think about it tomorrow.
Steve’s snores followed her as she slid into sleep.
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Chapter Seven
Several hours must have passed since Steve woke with a snort, a fart and a really
cold ass thanks to the covers bunched around his knees. His mouth tasted foul, his
throat was dry and his thighs ached.
And he wasn’t even hungover.
With a groan, he slipped from the bed, noticing the small light still on at the other
end of the trailer.
Making as little noise as possible, he crept towards Lissa. She was sound asleep,
bundled tightly in the blanket. And drooling.
He grinned and leaned over to tuck a fold more closely around her ear. The trailer
was cold now, and he was shivering, so he figured she’d feel it, too. His foot hit
something and with a clunk it tipped over, soaking his foot in liquid. Great. A beer
pedicure.
“Eeeuucch…” He clapped a hand over his mouth to stifle his outburst and stepped
back. A second thunk followed as he nearly fell over Lissa’s purse, spilling its contents
out on the floor.
“What the fuck next?” He bit back another curse and shoved what he could find
back inside. Christ, she’s got more shit than Mary Poppins in her purse.
She hadn’t stirred. Thank God, for that.
He picked his way carefully back from the couch towards the bathroom, and
realized something was stuck to the bottom of his wet foot.
He sighed. He should’ve just stayed in bed, for chrissake.
But he hadn’t, so the hell with it. He had to pee, and clean off his foot while he was
at it.
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Closing the little bathroom door, he switched on the light and stuck his foot
cautiously on the sink. Amazingly, he didn’t knock anything over.
He didn’t even yelp when cold water sluiced over his toes, and swept the sticky
beer away. It almost swept away the thing adhering to his sole, but he caught it before it
clogged the drain.
A laminated card. Credit card?
Steve squinted. Nope. It was a driver’s license. Lissa’s, obviously.
He put it on one side, peed, shook away a piss-shiver and quietly flushed. Then he
washed his hands and dried them with the shirt hanging on the door, reaching to dry
the license off as well. Absently he stared at it as he wiped the moisture from it.
Hmm. Melissa Henderson. So that was her full name.
He stared at the picture. And frowned.
Yeah, it was her. But this face, stern and uncompromising with hair pulled back
tight, wasn’t the Lissa he knew. So government agencies didn’t take the best pictures,
sure. He knew that only too well, since his license photo could’ve gone up on the FBI’s
Ten Most Wanted list with a number underneath it and nobody would have blinked.
It was the expression on her face that had stopped him in his tracks. This woman,
this Melissa Henderson, looked…angry…or constipated. And sad. Like she was about
to administer a severe reprimand to somebody. Cold and passionless, her face stared
back at him, in direct contrast to the heated woman who slept nearby.
He’d seen her in a fury and she looked nothing like this.
He’d seen her come, he’d seen her laugh and he’d seen her tired to the bone. She
looked nothing like this.
Steve raised his head and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror over the little
sink.
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He wondered if he’d changed, too. His gaze lingered, looking for…something. The
disillusionment that had plagued him. The anger that had sat heavily in his gut since
the divorce. The mark his ex-wife’s betrayal had left on his soul.
To his astonishment, he couldn’t find any of them. Yeah, he was tired. And yeah,
his hair was sticking out like a badger’s with its paw stuck in a light socket. He had a
growth of stubble on his chin rough enough to sharpen chisels, and he still smelled of
beer. With breath that made his eyes water.
But his face was…different, somehow. More relaxed. More human.
He glanced down at the license in his hand once more. The same things could be
said about Lissa. The real Lissa, not this pretend-person looking up at him.
They’d changed each other. Without realizing it, they had both moved on together
to a new place.
Steve wasn’t too sure how he felt about that. Not sure at all.
He left the bathroom and crept back to the couch, groping for Lissa’s purse. He
dropped the license inside as she stirred.
“Mmmphh?” She opened one eye. “You okay?”
“Yeah. It’s cold. Go back to sleep.” He re-tucked her blanket.
“Steve?”
“Yeah?”
“I want to sleep with you.”
He chuckled. “Now? You’re not tired?”
She snuffled sleepily. “I want you to hold me, silly thing. I’m cold.”
How could he refuse? “C’mon, sleepyhead.” Half-carrying her, Steve managed to
get them both back to the bed, and Lissa burrowed into his arms with a sigh of pleasure.
“Better.”
He settled her head on his shoulder. “Don’t drool on me.”
“M’kay.” She tossed one cold foot over his warm thigh and he winced. “Steve?”
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“What?”
“You stink of beer.”
“And you’ve got cold feet.” Steve whimpered as she rested her iceberg foot on his
calf, sucking any heat in his blood from him.
“Doesn’t matter. You’ll warm me up. You always do.” And she was asleep once
more, but this time wrapped securely in his arms.
Steve was struck by how right it felt. There was no longer any distance between
them, either mentally or physically. He liked it.
And that thought was the one that lingered longest in his brain as he, too, fell
asleep.
* * * * *
Coffee. Coffee and…pine cleaner?
Lissa sniffed the air as she stretched out in the bed the following morning. “I smell
something.”
Steve looked over his shoulder. “Coffee’s almost ready.”
She shivered and grabbed the blanket, missing his body heat. This damn trailer
could get cold in the mornings. “Mmm. I could use some. Uh…I didn’t know it came in
pine flavor, though.”
He grinned “I kicked over your beer last night. Sorry. I cleaned it up just now.”
“Ah.” She took a cup and poured a dark stream of liquid. “Thanks.” She nodded at
the small pot. “For this.”
“Lissa. About yesterday…”
She took a swallow. And coughed. “Christ. This is coffee?”
He nodded. “Yep.”
“Honey, this is battery acid. Got any creamer or anything?”
Steve chuckled and passed her a small carton of milk. “Wimp.”
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She nodded. “That’s me. And, yes, about yesterday. I’m sorry.”
He blinked. “You’re sorry?”
“Yeah. The whole thing on the hood. You were right. I…er…it wasn’t real.” She
glanced at him over the rim of her cup. “I cheated.”
He looked down. “Even so, it wasn’t enough of a reason for me to blow up like I
did.”
“You hear me complaining?” She quirked an eyebrow at him.
“Look, I’m trying to say I’m sorry, too. There was no cause for me to act so wild. To
take you like that—I could’ve hurt you, Lissa. It was bad enough I forgot to use
protection.”
Something inside her turned over, and made her dizzy for a moment. She
dismissed it. “You didn’t hurt me. And I don’t think you could, Steve. You’re not that
type.”
He considered her words. “I don’t know. Perhaps everybody is that type if the
circumstances are right.”
Lissa shook her head. “Uh-uh. I don’t believe that. I pushed you, Steve. Hit buttons.
I didn’t do it on purpose, mind you, but the fact remains I did.” She put her cup down.
“You got mad. We had sex. Hot, wild, and maybe a little rough, sex. But it was good
sex. For both of us. And I’m equally responsible for the whole condom thing.”
His head rose at that and he looked at her. “You’re okay?”
She felt the smile as it spread over her face. “My ass is a bit sore and I probably
have a bruise or two on my spine, but yeah, I’m very okay.”
He lifted his hand and gently brushed her cheek. “I’m glad.”
Lissa blinked as that stupid feeling swamped her once more. The one that started as
a warm glow somewhere around her navel and lit the damn sky on fire with a brilliant
light. She wished it would stop, go away, get lost or something. It unsettled her.
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She shifted and changed the subject. “I need to check on my car. Think we could
find a phone and call them today?”
Steve got the message and pulled his hand away. “Sure. Good idea.”
“I’ll go shower.”
Coward. The voice of her conscience refused to be drowned in shampoo, and Lissa
fought against the urge to lean on the Formica wall and just let go.
This was not going to happen. There was nothing between her and Steve except a
burning heat for each other’s bodies. Absolutely nothing at all.
Liar.
Lissa told her conscience to shut the fuck up, and finished her shower.
* * * * *
Her face told Steve all he needed to know as he watched her walk back to the truck
from the little store where she’d used the phone.
“Damn mechanics.”
He stifled a chuckle at her mumbled curses. “No luck, huh?”
“They need a part. Didn’t say which part. Probably a brain part.” She snorted.
“Yeah. It’s always a part they don’t have.”
“Definitely brains.” Lissa shoved her change back into her bag. “Eeeuuuww.”
“What?” Steve looked over.
“Did you spill beer inside my purse?”
“No. I swear.” He winced. “Er…I kind of tripped over that thing though. A couple
of odds and ends sort of fell out. Maybe got a bit of beer on ‘em.”
“Aha.” She glared at him.
“Hey, cut me some slack here. It’s not my fault you women carry around enough
supplies to invade the Roman Empire, for chrissake. The thing was sitting there, it was
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dark and I fell over it. Just pure luck I didn’t fall into it.” He shook his head. “I could
have been lost forever.”
Lissa ignored him as she picked bits and pieces from her purse and examined them
carefully. She tugged out a piece of crumpled paper. “Oh.”
Steve started the truck and put it in gear. “Oh, what?”
“Oh, I just found something. I forgot to tell you.”
“So…tell me now. I guess we’re heading back to the trailer. Not much else to do,
huh?”
“Weeelll…” She turned the paper over. “We might have something to do.”
“Huh?”
She turned in the seat and pushed her bag onto the floor. “Okay. It’s like this…”
Steve sighed. In his experience, when a woman said that, he ended up not liking it.
“Go ahead. Lay it on me.”
“You remember yesterday in the toy store?”
“Yeah. They threw me out.”
“Your fault. I told you not to mess around with stuff.” She frowned. “But forget
about that. This isn’t about that…”
“So it’s not a warrant for my arrest for lewd and lascivious behavior with a baseball
bat masquerading as a dildo?”
“Steve…”
“Yes?”
“Will you shut up and listen?”
“Yes, dear. Honest.”
Lissa snorted. “Remember I told you I met this woman. Jennifer. She and I chatted a
bit, and…um…”
“Is she hot?”
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“Jesus. H. Keeeriiisst.”
Steve laughed. “I’m sorry. Go ahead. I’ll be good. You met this Jennifer woman…”
He could almost hear her teeth clench together. “Yes. Jennifer. She invited me—
us—to a party.”
“Oh.” Steve drove carefully up beside the trailer. “That’s nice of her. It’s her
birthday or something?”
“Um…not exactly.”
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Chapter Eight
Lissa couldn’t help grinning as she walked back into the trailer. Steve was a tease,
no doubt about it. It had been a long time since anyone had yanked her chain like that
and gotten her all riled up about it.
It felt…good.
She wondered how he was going to feel about the whole party thing.
“So. This party.” Steve closed the door behind them.
Looked like she was about to find out. “Yeah. This party.” She thought for a
moment, wondering how to explain it. “Perhaps I ought to kind of explain that Jennifer
is…somewhat unique.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah. She’s very free in her lifestyle sort of thing.”
Steve blinked. “How free?”
“Very free.”
“Okay. She’s very free.”
Lissa swallowed. “This party. I’m thinking it’s sort of an adult-type party.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Steve stared at her.
“Like a sex party.”
“Ah.” He tipped his head to one side. “Like a sex party or is a sex party?”
“Judging from Jennifer’s…conversation, it is a sex party.” Lissa peered at him under
her eyelashes. “What do you think?”
“You want to go?” Steve didn’t want to answer first.
“You ever been to one before?”
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“I asked first. But, hell, I went to college. Everybody’s second major was in sex
parties.” He puffed out his chest in typical macho style.
Lissa chuckled. “You were lucky. I commuted. But I don’t think a keg of beer, two
strippers and a midget is what Jennifer’s party is all about.”
Steve looked offended. “That was one of the best parties in my whole junior year.”
She rolled her eyes. “We’re getting off track here. Yes, I’d like to go. I think it would
be real interesting, if nothing else. And you’re invited. You game?”
Thoughts ricocheted through Steve’s mind. He had dreamed about so-called sex
parties before. Loose, horny women all looking for Mr. Goodcock. Many masturbatory
nights had been filled with fantasies of such an event.
However, he’d never gone to something like this and he wasn’t completely
convinced that he wanted to. Sure, he was curious, but he was also a bit
possessive…possessive of Lissa. He knew they weren’t actually hooked together like a
real honest-to-God couple or anything, but he did have a growing bond with her.
As he sat on the couch his insecurities showed their faces, stuck out their tongues
and put their thumbs in their ears. What if she met some sex god with a cock the size of
Manhattan? He couldn’t compete with another man built like that, and he wouldn’t
want to. His thoughts were confused.
Lissa really was interested in going though, so he should probably go along as well.
That way he could steer her away from hunters looking for fresh meat.
Maybe I could bring my shotgun.
* * * * *
Lissa and Steve slipped from the truck—they’d parked at the end of the long
driveway and looked around them.
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“Whoa. Something tells me these aren’t locals.” Steve whistled as they walked past
an assortment of vehicles that probably cost more than the entire gross national product
of a small Caribbean island.
“Yeah.” Lissa blinked at a red sports car. “A lot of these have out of state plates, too.
I’m guessing this must be quite a big private party.”
“This is the coolest thing in the world. A Hummer with a sunroof. All men want a
good hummer.”
Lissa grabbed Steve’s arm. “Would you quit window shopping at cars or you’ll
never get a hummer from me again.”
They reached the impressive doorway and walked up the stone steps. There were
two large antique knockers on the door.
Steve pointed and before he could speak Lissa glared at him. “Don’t say it.” She
rang the bell.
The door swung open and an impeccably dressed man nodded politely at them.
“May I be of assistance?”
Jeez. A British butler no less.
Lissa smiled and pulled Jennifer’s card from her pocket. “I have an invitation.
Jennifer asked us to join her this evening.”
“Thank you, madam. Would you wait here, please?” The butler took the card and
gently pushed the door shut, leaving Lissa and Steve looking at each other.
“Uh…” Steve grimaced. “You sure this is the right place?”
Lissa swallowed. “Yep.”
The door swung open again and there was Jennifer herself, a wide smile on her
face. “Lissa. I’m so glad you decided to join us. And this must be…” She looked past
Lissa.
“Steve. Steve M—”
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“No last names, darling.” Jennifer cut through Steve’s introduction with a wave of
her hand. “That’s about our only rule. You’re with Lissa. That’s enough for me. Come
on in, we’re just getting started tonight.”
They followed her into a huge foyer, and Lissa was dazzled for a moment by the
lights shining off glass and crystal. Jennifer herself was pretty dazzling, too, wearing a
soft pink silk robe with a gorgeous sunburst on the lapel. Lissa would have bet hard
cash that it was jeweled with diamonds.
It was luxurious, almost decadent, and for a moment she wondered if they should
just leave and head back to the familiar comfort of Steve’s trailer.
But at that second screams sounded from above them, and they looked up to see
two naked women giggling and running along the upstairs hallway. A completely nude
man was in hot pursuit.
Okaaaaay. This is definitely the place.
Jennifer laughed. “As I said, we’re just getting going. Why don’t you two come and
change?”
Lissa felt Steve hesitate a little as Jennifer mentioned changing, but he followed
them, politely letting Jennifer lead the way.
She took them into a small room off the hall where the butler was waiting behind a
desk. On the smooth surface was a pile of robes similar to Jennifer’s own garment, but
with different symbols embroidered on them.
“Pink for the girls and blue for the boys.” Jennifer shrugged. “Stereotypical, but it
does make things a little easier. Now here…” She pointed a long red nail at the
emblems. “You’ll see the male and female symbols.”
Lissa leaned in to see the astrological-looking curves. A circle with a cross beneath it
for the female and a circle with an arrow for the male. “Beautiful work.”
“It is.” Jennifer stroked her own robe. “It’s also useful. You’ll see a variety of
combinations on the lapels. You simply pick the one that fits your personality. For
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example…” She touched one with two intertwining female symbols. “If you, Lissa,
decide that this evening you’d like to enjoy yourself with other women, you would
choose this one. And you, Steve…” She glanced at him. “Should you be interested in
more of a group environment, you might select this one.”
Her finger ran over a dark blue robe decorated with two females and one male
symbol. “It’s quite simple, but it does save a lot of unnecessary explanation.”
“I can see that.” Lissa’s eyes roamed the pile.
Here was her chance to explore a side of sexual activity that would probably never
have come her way but for a chance conversation. Just about every combination of sexes
was spread before her, and all she had to do was choose. Two men? A group scene? All
women?
She pointed to the last symbol. “What’s this one, Jennifer? The one like yours?”
“Ah.” Jennifer smiled coyly. “The starburst. That means that I’m interested in—
everything.”
Lissa pondered. She could feel Steve close behind her, the heat from his body
warming her back. It was comforting, and although sexual scenarios were running
amok through her brain, she found them less appealing now than she would have
expected just a short time ago.
She couldn’t see having sex with a group, or two men. She couldn’t see having sex
with women at all. All she could see was having sex with Steve.
It was disturbing, a little frightening and not something she really wanted to think
about right at this moment. Perhaps it was best to be practical.
Lissa reached for a pink robe with a simple symbol on it. One man and one woman.
She could’ve sworn she heard Steve sigh.
Steve did indeed sigh. For a few moments he’d indulged himself with the notion
that this place might well be heaven. Here was a chance to explore some of his most
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wild-assed fantasies…naked women crawling all over him, turning him into a beefcake
sandwich, sucking him, riding him, grinding their pussies in his face…if there was a
plasma TV showing a football game at the same time, he might just move in
permanently.
But then Lissa reached over and picked out her robe. The one that said straight
male/female sex. At least he thought it did. Yep…it did.
So he sighed, and selected the corresponding blue version.
“Wise choice for your first visit, darlings,” Jennifer purred next to them. “Perhaps if
we can persuade you to come to another of our little gatherings, you’ll feel freer to play
some different games.”
She glanced at Steve and her eyes sparkled. The silk accentuated her luscious
breasts and the nipples that were hardening at their tips. “I’ll look forward to seeing you
a bit later, Steve.”
Lissa half-huffed and half-snorted. “Um…where do we change, Jennifer?”
Steve grinned to himself. Uh-huh. Somebody hadn’t liked that idea very much.
“In here.” A curtained-off area hid an alcove. “Edward will take your things if
you’ll just put them in these bags. He’s our security.” She leaned forward and
whispered. “Ex-Scotland Yard, you know.”
Steve glanced at the butler, noticing there was a set of very solid shoulders beneath
the immaculate black suit. “Hmm.”
“Well, darlings, I have to get back…there’s a sweet man waiting for me, along with
his two playmates. Come join us. You’ll find drinks and whatever around the place. Just
make yourselves at home and join in the fun, okay?”
With a wave Jennifer took herself off and Steve followed Lissa into the small alcove,
where they stripped and slipped into their respective robes.
“Hey, that suits you.” Lissa grinned at him as he tied the belt around his waist.
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“You don’t look bad yourself.” He stared at her, all long legs and dark hair, blue
eyes shining with excitement and a color in her cheeks that made the short, pink robe
look sallow.
His cock liked the picture, too, hardening between his legs. Fuck. He sure wasn’t
going to be able to hide anything in the way of a boner beneath this little bit of
lightweight nothing.
Lissa moved close and stroked her hand lightly over the bulge in the silk. “Don’t
worry, baby. I’ve a feeling this is exactly what we’re here for. Without this…” She
squeezed slightly. “We wouldn’t have any fun at all.”
He closed the gap between them and slipped his hand up beneath the back of her
garment, cupping her bottom in his hands. He squeezed her back. “Mmm. Yeah, I think
you’re right.”
She pulled away with a laugh. “So, shall we turn our clothes over to Scotland Yard
and go see what’s happening?”
“Sure, it’s not like I have money in my pants. Lead the way.”
Steve followed Lissa out into the small room, surrendered his package to the cop-in-
charge and prepared to explore.
“At ease, Inspector.” His joke fell flat. A steely glare sent a chill down Steve’s back
and contained a distinct message. Fuck You.
Oh, shit.
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Chapter Nine
The place seemed to be moving with a life of its own. So did the large group of
people spread across the floor of the living room. There was a definite flow to the
moods, and sexual fervor permeated the air throughout the lavish house.
Steve walked down a long hallway with Lissa. Doors on either side opened to
reveal different people doing different things, totally and completely exposed.
“Whoa, this is awesome.” Steve stopped as he saw two women lying on a large white
mattress, kissing and fondling each other.
“Figures.” Lissa rolled her eyes. “Go watch, you fucking perv. What is it with guys
and lesbians anyway?”
“Hey, I’m a lesbian. I like eating pussy and fucking women. What’s the difference?”
Steve grinned. He thought his answer was cute.
Lissa grabbed the front of his robe and squeezed his wide-awake cock. “This is the
difference. Now beat it.” She paused. “No, that’s wrong. Don’t beat it. I mean…oh, fuck
it, just…whatever.” She released him. “I’ll be next door, or maybe down there—” She
nodded at a curved archway. “You stay out of trouble.”
Steve watched her ass as it moved beneath the silk robe. Right. She was a fine one to
tell him to stay out of trouble.
Steve was a little unsure if he could actually step inside the room, but as he peered
in, he saw a slim Asian woman sitting in a red velvet chair watching the two women.
Okay. So I’m not the only voyeur.
He sat in a convenient chair beside the two women on the bed. It dominated the
center of the room, white sheets gleaming, but no brighter than the nude bodies lying
on top.
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The two women were contrasts in texture and color. The blonde had pale-colored
skin and a distinctly virginal aura to her. She seemed naïve, pure and essentially fresh.
The other woman was darker with an exotic, island look. Jet-black hair and
chocolate-toned skin coupled with a look that made Steve melt. Except for the one place
where he was beginning to really harden.
He sat quietly admiring the beauty before him. They were naked, sexy and
caressing each other. He looked to the heavens. “Thank you for making women.”
Thoughts of becoming a “Steve sandwich” popped into his mind as something else
popped up between his legs.
The two girls worked themselves into a “69” position and Steve sat forward in his
chair to get a better look. The darker woman was on her back and reaching out to grab
the blonde’s ass. Spreading it, she let her tongue part the folds of flesh she discovered
between her legs.
The blonde girl muffled her moan as she sucked down on the dark woman’s pussy,
her pale skin a delightful contrast to the darkness of the woman she lay on.
Steve could smell the scent of arousal. He was only a few feet away from letting his
own tongue invade this pink, shaven flesh. With gentle precision, the dark woman slid
her thin finger into the anus of the blonde as she pulled the pussy lips down with her
teeth. The blonde sat up and groaned. Oh, yeah, that had hit the spot.
As she nuzzled back down into the dark woman’s crotch, Steve saw the darker
woman’s eyes flutter and close. She, too, was becoming aroused.
Like a moth to a flame, Steve was drawn into this scene while two thoughts crossed
his mind.
First would be to jump in and let these two women screw him into insanity.
Second was to take his hand off of his now-rigid cock, and leave to whack himself
off in the nearest bathroom.
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But he stayed where he was, spellbound as time slowed to a crawl and he saw each
lick of her tongue part the flesh of the blonde’s pussy. The slow steady flow of saliva
wetting her cunt. The compassionate caress of the darker woman’s hands on her ass
and inserting her finger with care, in and out.
Wetness rippled down the blonde’s thighs as her juices began to flow. The dark
woman slurped and sucked at her cunt as her finger dove in and out of her slippery
anus.
“Oh, fuck, I’m coming, I’m…ahhhh, Oh, God…” The blonde’s body began to tremble
and shake as she took her weight on all fours. Her hair dangled over the darker woman,
brushing her belly and the glistening diamond of her navel ring.
Steve sat back in his chair and breathed out a heavy sigh. This was a man’s wet
dream. Two women having sex and he was there with them. The only difference—he
couldn’t play, too.
“Hey, stud, can you help me out a little?” The whispery voice shook Steve to
attention. That, and the fact his cock pressed firmly against his belly button.
He looked over and saw the dark woman’s head flat on the bed—the passion in
those piercing green eyes made his balls ache.
“Who me?”
“I don’t see any other studs in here.”
She was right. Looking around, all Steve saw was the Asian woman playing with a
rather large dildo and a couple leaning against the doorframe.
“Scoot your chair closer. I need something to lean against.”
Steve moved his chair closer and began to get up when the woman put her hands
on his knees and slid back against his chest. Steve was going to be her backrest.
He could smell the sweet fragrance of her perfume and the herbal scent of her thick
hair. He also was sporting quite a respectable hard-on that now rested along the
woman’s spine.
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“How’s this?” Steve tried to remain calm and cool. “Uhh…what’s your name?”
“You can call me Ava.” The contours of her body were smooth and slender. Most of
the fashion models he’d seen had nothing on her.
Steve blinked as the blonde girl crawled to the side of the bed and opened what
resembled a doctor’s bag. She pulled out a shiny silver vibrator and a leather strap-on
device. At first Steve was confused, but when she threw the strap-on to the Asian
woman, the picture cleared right up.
The blonde climbed back towards Ava, lying across the bed with her face in front of
Ava’s finely trimmed pussy. She licked the shiny vibrator, lavishing it with slick curls of
her tongue. Curls Steve swore he could feel right the way to his balls. He shivered.
The blonde smiled wickedly at Ava as she slid the silver length between Ava’s
pussy lips and deep inside.
Steve felt Ava tense against him. She was sooo beautiful. Her stomach rippled with
muscles and the glistening belly button ring rose and fell with every violation from the
vibrator. Her nipples were taut and almost black in color.
Ava moaned and tipped her head backwards, looking up at Steve. She must have
realized his eyes were focused on her lithe, sensual body. Her reactions to the vibrator
consumed him and when her arm reached up and traced his shoulder, a shudder of
excitement coursed through him making his cock strain even more.
Cautiously, Ava pulled on his neck, bringing his head towards hers. He looked at
her face, seeing her need. Her lips were parted and a sparkle of saliva gleamed from the
full flesh. When he kissed her, he felt the release of tension from her body. Her tongue
tasted like a succulent fruit. It was a double pleasure, since along with this woman’s
tongue, he was tasting the blonde’s pussy. Both in a single, mouthwatering kiss.
Steve was about to burst. This was a fantasyland and he had all the right tickets for
the rides. He was lost in Ava’s lips. Sometimes the kiss of a stranger could be more
enticing than that of a long-time lover. The mystery and the unknown exploration
becomes a catalyst for excitement.
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It lasted for what seemed like an eternity and he knew she was enjoying it as much
as he was. Instinctively, his hand reached down her sweaty chest to her breast. With a
deep groan, Ava jerked at the touch of his fingers across her sensitive nipples. Steve
watched her writhe as he rolled them between his fingers. He could also see the blonde
frantically fucking Ava’s pussy with the vibrator as she sucked hard on Ava’s clit.
The supple spine arched hard against Steve’s body. She was enthralled in the wave
of her orgasm. Pressing into him, Ava looked up and pulled his mouth to hers once
more. Her tongue darted in and out of his mouth, dancing with his. As her body shook,
Ava bit his bottom lip, clenching her teeth as she held on, waiting for the ripples and
spasms caressing her inner walls to subside.
Even though Steve hadn’t done anything sexual himself, he felt relieved. Ava had
let him share her pleasure. The taste of his blood on his lower lip was proof of her
ecstasy.
A smile passed between them. Nothing more was needed.
A sudden movement and a whimper brought them both back to earth.
Looking at the bed, Steve saw the blonde crying, the Asian woman behind her. She
was wearing the strap-on and fucking the blonde woman—anally. It was a surprisingly
harsh moment, where the threshold of pain and pleasure were blurred and crossed.
“Oh, more…harder.” The blonde’s skin was flushed red and the Asian woman
reached forward, grabbing the blonde locks like the reins of a horse. Reaching between
her legs, and desperate to let go again, the blonde’s fingers massaged and tugged at her
pussy.
“You like getting fucked hard, bitch.” The words were rough and cutting.
“Oh, yes, harder, harder.”
Pulling her hair with one hand and holding onto a hip with the other, the Asian
woman hammered hard into the blonde’s ass. Tears fell from the blonde’s eyes,
splattering on the silk sheets.
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Shocked, Steve sat back and sucked in a breath.
Ava climbed from his lap back onto the bed. Taking the blonde woman’s face
between her hands, she kissed her, stifling the blonde’s whimpers.
“Oh, Ava…it hurts—” Another thrust made her wince. “It hurts, but…oh, God, it
feels so fucking good.” The confusion added to the intensity of the moment. The blonde
was painfully losing herself in a climactic flood of emotions and Steve watched as they
chased themselves across her face.
“It’s okay.” Ava kissed her sweaty forehead. “Let it go.”
The Asian woman sank the long, black toy to its full depth, causing the blonde
woman to cry out. With a sob, she shuddered and came, every muscle flexing and
shaking. Her juices flowed from her and squirted from her body, a response to the
magnified power of her orgasm.
Steve sat, mouth agape, with a hard-on the size of the Eiffel Tower, and a seriously
nagging urge to become a three-course meal for these women.
“Hey, Steve. I’m here to save you. Why not come with me?” A soft voice sounded
in Steve’s ear.
Uhhh, how about no? Much more of this and I’ll “come” with a burst of wind hitting my
dick.
He turned to see Jennifer smiling hungrily at him. She slid her hand over his chest
and just brushed his cock with her fingers.
He gritted his teeth.
She laughed. “This room does seem to have quite an effect on our male guests. We
make sure the shy ones come in here first. It loosens them up.”
Steve stood painfully and glanced at the bed once more. “I can see why.”
The three women still writhed, having removed the strap-on from the Asian
woman. She was now getting her own pussy sucked as Ava’s long fingers fucked her
cunt and other hands squeezed her breasts.
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Steve looked at them, appreciating the glorious picture their tangle of limbs made
against the rumpled white sheets.
If the United Nations worked this way, there’d be world peace in no time flat. “Mr.
Chairman. The delegate from the Ming Islands requests permission to nail the delegate
from Outer Bugaboo up the ass…”
“Steve?” Jennifer’s hand was clasping his wrist, tugging at him. “C’mon. There’s
more to see. And more to do…”
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Chapter Ten
Lissa grinned as she walked away from Steve, noting his hesitant peek into the
lesbian room. He probably couldn’t get into much trouble in there. He had the wrong
equipment. But he might enjoy himself, and that was pretty much what they were here
for. To enjoy themselves in a uniquely free sexual environment.
She paused at the next doorway and looked inside. Aha. The Toy Room.
Several bookshelves were covered with an assortment of sexual toys, everything
from the simplest of vibrators to the most complex of electronics. There were even some
uniquely beautiful glass dildos, shining in their nooks and presented like Old Masters
in a very exclusive museum.
A low hum sounded beneath the soft beat of some rock music, and Lissa saw a
variety of people doing a variety of things with a variety of toys. Not all were women,
there were men sporting cock rings, couples sharing what looked like rather intricate
pieces of modern art and even the soft static crackle of what Lissa knew was called a
Violet Wand.
Her eyes widened as a lightning-quick flash of light sparked from a bare breast. The
woman lay supine on a table covered with black drapery, and above her loomed a man
holding a longish tool with a point on one end. A cord spiraled from the other end of
the device, and he smiled as he brushed the point over the woman’s flesh.
She moaned and writhed as little sparks danced over her nipples and down her
belly.
Lissa wrinkled her nose. No, thanks. She’d pass on the Toy Room. Her experiences
with her own toy were too recent and a little too embarrassing to relive in front of a
bunch of strangers.
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She walked on towards the end of the corridor and the archway that led from it.
The sound level was rising, a thudding of rhythms that seemed to echo the pulse of
sexuality throbbing through the house.
And throbbing through Lissa’s body. Being nearly naked, walking barefoot around
a strange house and confronted with uninhibited nudity in all its glory, well…it was
unique. A sexual festival, celebrating the most basic instinct of humanity. Only here, the
goal wasn’t to reproduce, it was to have a damn good time.
Goddamn it. We live in one fucking narrow-minded society.
Thoughts of global strictures disappeared from Lissa’s head as she rounded the
corner and passed beneath the arch into…into what?
Holy fucking shit. It’s the Garden of Eden.
With a definite twist.
Lissa had found her way into what some might call a sunroom, others a
greenhouse. She knew it was probably called a conservatory in this kind of classy setup.
Massive windows soared from floor to ceiling, dark now, and twinkling with droplets
of condensation.
At one end, a huge bubbling stone tub wafted steam into the heated air, and it
overflowed into a small swimming pool. All around it, and filling a good portion of the
rest of the room were plants…green, lush vines and palm fronds, interspersed with pots
of brightly colored something-or-others.
The floor was warm amazingly enough, finished with Spanish-looking tile, and as
Lissa entered there was a shriek of glee from a man standing on the small diving board.
He bounced and executed a perfect dive. And he was buck-naked. If she’d been
scoring him, she’d have given him a nine point five for the dive and at least a ten for his
body.
Her jaw slowly dropped as she looked around. The room was overflowing with an
assortment of the most beautiful naked men she’d ever seen. Muscles gleamed, cocks
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bobbed, asses clenched and relaxed—it was poetry, visual poetry, and it took Lissa’s
breath away.
“Holy shit.” She whispered the words aloud.
“Lovely, isn’t it?” A firm arm slipped around her waist, and she turned to see a
man smiling down at her.
“Uhh…” Lissa blushed. “I didn’t mean to stare…”
“No, darling, go ahead. Stare away. We like our efforts to be appreciated. By
anybody.” He grinned happily.
“Your efforts?”
He nodded. “Yep. Most of us belong to the same health club. We work out.”
Lissa’s eyes wandered over the naked bodies. “I’ll say.”
His laugh was infectious. “Couldn’t tell, could you?” He hugged her. “We always
ask Jennifer if we can have this room. We love these parties. So…free. We can just be us,
you know?”
“Yeah.” She blinked. “I know what you mean.”
“I’m Randy, by the way.”
Lissa couldn’t help glancing down at his swollen and very healthy-looking cock.
“No kidding.”
He laughed again. “You’re a hoot. I like you.” He urged her further into the room.
“Come play with us.”
“But…I’m…I mean…you’re…” Lissa’s words stuttered to a shocked standstill.
Randy smiled. “Oh, we won’t fuck you. That’s not our choice. But it doesn’t mean
we don’t like you. Or women in general. We like ‘em. Even love a few of ‘em. In the
purest sense though.” He tugged her after him. “Come on. I’ll show you.”
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What the hell could he show her that she hadn’t already seen? It didn’t take a rocket
scientist to figure out that this was the gay room, or garden, or whatever. That these
beautifully honed bodies were going to be pleasuring each other.
As they moved through the foliage and past a table loaded with fruits, Lissa bit
back a chuckle. This whole place was loaded with fruits.
“I know. Cute touch, isn’t it?” Randy had noticed her amusement.
“It is. You know, I can’t get over how…open you are with this.” She nodded around
her. “Like the lesbian room, too. It’s all—sort of in your face type stuff.”
“You were expecting dark and shadowy rooms full of groping, gasping heteros?”
Randy’s eyes crinkled as he smiled.
“Yes. No. Maybe.” She sighed. “I really didn’t know what to expect.”
There was another round of applause as another diver demonstrated his skills, but
not quite so effectively, since he managed to splash several of his audience members—
and their members. There was laughter, booing, lots of extraordinarily dirty comments
about the reason for the splash and Lissa grinned.
A frat party. A gay frat party. The fraternity that only accepted gorgeous, cover-
model look-alikes. Man, this was some kind of fantasy heaven. Sadly, it was a look-but-
don’t-touch heaven. Well, hell. Nothing was perfect. Not even this particular heaven.
“Darlings, look who I’ve found. A playmate.” Randy stopped at a chaise lounge,
where two men lolled and sipped things with umbrellas in them.
They both smiled, dazzling Lissa for an instant. Sheesh. Even their goddamned teeth
were perfect.
She smiled back. “Hi. I’m Lissa.” And I’m so not going to drop my eyes below your
necks.
“This is Stan, and this is Roger.” Randy waved his hand over appropriate heads.
“Stan can bench press more than the rest of us. It’s his only claim to fame.”
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Stan’s golden hair shook as he chuckled. “That’s not what you said earlier, Randy
darling.” He sighed dramatically and clutched a hand to his heart. “How quickly they
forget.”
Roger stood and reached over to the table. Lissa forgot her promise to herself, and
looked. Oh, my. Another really, really nice cock jutted out from smooth skin, balls
swinging contentedly beneath. “Here, sweetie. Try this. I just whipped up a batch in the
blender.”
Lissa dragged her gaze off his crotch and studied the glass. “Umm…”
“It’s okay. Nonalcoholic. Mostly fruits.” Roger encouraged her. “There is wine
available, but we have a sort of unwritten rule. Alcohol and pools aren’t really a good
mix, so most of us stick with the healthy stuff.” He raised one perfectly sculpted
eyebrow as his eyes twinkled at her. “And the fun stuff.”
She couldn’t help it. She laughed back. These guys were…flat-out adorable. One sip
of the drink and she hummed her delight. “Oh, shit, Roger—this is fabulous.”
“Sit, darling.” Randy squeezed her onto the chaise between himself and Stan.
“Enjoy. Look around. Ask questions. We love to share. We love to have fun. Why keep
it to ourselves?”
“Okay. Yes.” Lissa drank some more. And couldn’t think of a single thing to ask, or
even to say. She was sitting between two gorgeous naked men, with a third standing
too close for comfort. And his crotch was shaved bare, too.
Roger smirked. “I know what you want to ask.”
“You do?”
“Yep.” He winked at Randy.
Randy winked back. “And I bet I know why.” He leaned over and quickly whisked
up the front of Lissa’s robe, dropping it back down almost immediately, and giving a
hugely theatrical shudder. “Oh, God, darlings. Foliage.”
Lissa blinked. “Huh?”
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“Hair. Pubes. Bush.” Randy fanned himself. “That god-awful stuff that gets stuck
between one’s teeth at totally the wrong moment.”
Okay. This was real high on the weird scale. “Um.” Lissa sought refuge by finishing
her drink. She sucked in a breath. “Well, seeing as you brought it up, yeah.”
“We depilate, sweetie. We happen to like it, the feel of it. I even had a Brazilian wax
job once, or whatever you want to call it. A bit icky, and it smarts something fierce, but
the results? Aaaaah.”
Stan ran a hand over his baby-smooth groin. “Honestly, Lissa. It works real well.
You should try it.”
Lissa shook her head. If anybody’d told her she’d be sitting with three naked men
and discussing bikini waxing, she’d never ever have believed it. “Maybe I will
sometime.”
Stan’s hand strayed to Roger’s silky bare crotch. “See? No nubbies.”
“Well, I should hope not. The day this is referred to as a nubbie, I shall end it all.”
Roger’s hand covered Stan’s and moved it to his cock.
The air around the group changed from lighthearted to erotic in an instant. Lissa
felt a little shiver of excitement run through Randy, and it transferred itself to her.
Watching those two strong hands caressing that beautiful cock…well, it was arousing.
So sue me.
Randy moved closer. “Let’s play.” He looked into Lissa’s eyes. “Together.”
* * * * *
“Toys, my dears. Where’s our toys?”
Lissa found herself tugged into an alcove, surrounded by greenery. There was a
high bench in it, covered with several puffy cushions, and to one side a shelf with an
assortment of things on it, amongst which Lissa recognized condoms.
“Um, guys? I don’t…how…what…” Lissa was confused. Stan and Randy were
sheathing their cocks, stroking themselves, and Roger was rearranging the pillows.
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“We’re gonna ‘rodger’ Roger.” Stan grinned. “And you’re going to help.”
“Here.” Randy passed her a hand.
“Yikes.” She jumped and nearly dropped it.
“Careful. That’s expensive.” Randy curled her fingers around it. “Ever seen one of
these before?”
Lissa shook her head. It was a very lifelike hand, made of some fleshy plastic stuff.
Protruding from the palm was a short vibratory-looking pointy thing.
“It’s a butt plug. The latest model.” He turned it over in his hand. “See? This gets
inserted…” He pointed to the vibrator. “And you turn it on here.” He pressed the little
fingertip.
The whole thing started thrumming, and the fingers moved slightly in Lissa’s
grasp. “Oh. My. God.” She stared at it, fascinated.
“Now.” Stan helped Roger as he leaned over the bench, resting his torso on the
cushions. “The three of us are going to have a wonderful time for ourselves. And you,
darling…”
Lissa looked at them. Oh, shit. No way in hell was she gonna ram this up her ass.
Randy giggled. “Your face. It’s a picture. Wish you could see your expression right
now.”
Lissa choked.
“No, sweetie. It’s not for you. It’s for me.” Randy took it from her and spread a
generous amount of lubricant on it from a tube he’d grabbed off the shelf. When it was
covered to his satisfaction, he passed the tube to Stan.
“You’ll be the cream cheese on top of us bagels. The butter that decorates the
crumpets. The frosting—if I may be pardoned the analogy—on us cupcakes.”
“And soon, please…” The whisper came from Roger. He was bent over the bench,
with Stan applying lubricant to his ass. “Oh, God, that’s good.” He writhed and closed
his eyes, muscles sliding beneath his shining skin.
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“Yes, hurry up, Randy.” Stan moved closer, spreading lubricant on his sheathed
cock. “I’m getting hot for this love hole.”
Randy laughed. “Darling, any hole is a love hole for you.” He turned to Lissa.
“Stand behind me, sweetie. I’ll show you what to do.”
Lissa swallowed. She was committed. She was here to explore sexuality, and she
liked these guys. They certainly weren’t going to rape her, or even fuck her, so what did
she have to lose?
“Okay.”
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Chapter Eleven
Randy took the plug from Lissa’s hands and passed it to Roger. “Do me, darling.”
He turned his back, facing Lissa, and biting his lip with delight as Roger inserted the
plug.
“Ooooh. So nice. So smooth.” He sighed. “I want you to stand behind me, love.
Press that lovely body of yours against my back. Can you do that? Will you do that?”
His eyes were so soft and friendly. How the hell could she say no?
“Of course.”
He smiled, his cock lengthening as Roger finished inserting the butt plug. “Nearly
ready. Oh, God, strike that. I am ready.” He shivered. “Just one thing.”
His hands reached for the tie of her robe, and Lissa glanced nervously up at him.
“Don’t be scared. I just adore the warmth of another person’s skin against mine. Do
you mind?”
She swallowed. “No. Sure. Go ahead.” I’m out of my mind.
Randy gently untied the knot and let the two sides of Lissa’s robe fall free, exposing
her to his gaze. “Oh, lovely. Truly lovely.”
Something inside Lissa melted. She was being appreciated by a gay guy, and she
felt he meant every word of it. Perhaps that was why she was so comfortable with them.
There was no competition, no criticism—not of her, anyway. There were none of the
dynamics found when women interact with each other. No need to be perfect, better,
younger or thinner. None of that.
It was a simple appreciation of her body and Lissa relaxed. “What shall I do?”
Stan reached for his cock and rubbed it against Roger’s ass. “We’ll do it all. Just be
here for us. With us.”
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“Share and share alike, darling…” Roger’s words faded as Stan pressed forward,
nudging himself between Roger’s butt cheeks.
Randy turned around, the hand protruding from his ass. He faced Roger, but spoke
to Lissa. “Come close now. Against me. Hold the plug in with your body. Tightly,
darling. Sometimes my muscles get a little too excited. I don’t want to lose it at the
wrong time.”
Obedient to his command, Lissa stood up against his spine, pressing her hips
forward into his butt, and finding the vibrating hand portion of the plug. She pushed
against it.
Randy moaned. “Oh, fuck, yesss…”
Roger’s head disappeared, and Lissa felt Randy shudder as his cock disappeared
into a willing mouth.
Stan smiled and nodded at her as he penetrated Roger’s ass, moving slowly at first,
gently withdrawing and reentering at a leisurely pace.
Randy sighed. “God, Roger’s got the best mouth.”
Roger was also getting the most sex. His ass was being fucked, and he was sucking
Randy. Lissa wondered if he’d drawn the short or the long straw. Then decided she
didn’t really care.
Randy’s hips were moving now, and she had to move as well. Without thinking,
she put her arms around his body, and he shivered, covering them with his own and
moving them upwards to his tight, little-budded nipples. “Mmmm. Good.”
She played with them, not quite sure what to do, and getting a little distracted by
something else.
The vibrating butt plug was doing its job, and vibrating inside Randy’s ass. But the
outside was vibrating against Lissa. And damned close to her clit.
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Her focus narrowed as the sound of Roger’s lips on Randy’s cock slurped softly
around them. Stan sighed and groaned as he plunged deeper into Roger’s ass, his
fingers reaching now for the body prone before him. “Oh, shit, yeah…”
Randy moaned, too, his hips responding to Roger’s mouth, the vibrator buzzing
inside him and against Lissa. He reached behind him and pulled her close, slamming
her into his spine.
Her nipples were hard buds, sweat was breaking out all over her, and the feel of the
shaking skin abrading hers was an arousal all its own. She tried not to stare, but
couldn’t help watching the three of them as they pleasured each other in their own
unique way.
Their bodies shone under the soft lights, sexual passion oozing from their pores as
clearly as the sweat that dewed their muscles. Roger’s eyes were closed as he sucked
Randy, tongue working busily, slicking saliva over the sheathed hardness.
Stan’s eyes were open, however, as he took his pleasure from Roger, watching his
own cock as it withdrew only to sink home ever deeper, and making Roger moan
around Randy’s cock.
Randy was grunting now, hoarse sounds of arousal, his skin damp to Lissa’s touch.
His fingers flexed around her hips, digging in, pulling her into his sexual heat. The
vibrator thrummed, its fingers pressing low into her belly and about two inches higher
than where she really could’ve used them right about now.
She could feel the moistness blooming between her thighs as her own excitement
grew along with that of the men before her. Sheeeiitt. This was…amazing.
Part of her wanted to step back, to watch the joy these guys were giving and
receiving. To relish the wonderful sensations they were sharing with each other. To
appreciate the warmth and passion that flowed between the three like an electric
current.
To take a mental snapshot of the moment and file it in the section of her brain that
had known all along how joyous sex could be. In all its different incarnations,
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combinations and permutations. There was no right, no wrong in this instant. Just
pleasure. Uninhibited, mutual pleasure.
And if she moved just right…she might get a little of her own pleasure, too.
But before she could slant her hips and get that damn vibrating hand on top of her
clit, the men reached their pinnacle.
Stan threw his head back on a harsh groan. “Fuck, Roger…I’m gonna come, baby,
I’m gonna come…” Stan’s hips hammered Roger’s ass, pushing him onto Randy’s cock
even further.
Randy cried out. “Yeah…fuck, oh, yeah…” His body hardened against Lissa’s, and
she looked down to see Roger’s eyes wide and his mouth drooling around Randy’s
cock. He, too, trembled from the onslaught.
In concert, they let go. Stan pushing hard against Roger as his body shook with the
force of his climax.
Roger gripped Randy’s thighs as he shouted around the cock halfway down his
throat, choking and trembling as he hit the peak, driven there by the relentless
pounding of Stan’s cock up his ass.
And Randy sobbed. “My God…oh, my God…”
Lissa held him tight, feeling the spasms of his orgasm as they shook his body from
hip to shoulder. His ass moved in time with the tremors, alive with the release of his
passion.
It was…wonderful. So sweet, so loving. Lissa felt a sob build in her throat as the
three men shamelessly loved each other and let go their desires in one magnificent
moment of ecstasy.
Her eyes were damp as she watched them relax, and felt Randy’s body slacken in
her grasp.
She eased her arms away. “Wow.” It was all she could say. She was choked,
overwhelmed, aroused and touched all at once.
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Stan slumped over Roger’s limp body, and Randy slithered to the floor, legs
crumpling beneath him.
“Holy shit.”
She had no idea which of the three voiced the sentiment, but it sure hit the mark.
“Yeah.” She smiled at them, all sprawled limbs, shining, softening cocks and tired
eyes. “Thanks.”
Stan nodded weakly. Randy lifted a hand and waved. “You’re welcome. Thank
you.”
Roger grunted. Lissa wasn’t surprised. He’d been thoroughly fucked. She
wondered if he’d even move for a couple of hours, let alone get enough strength to
speak.
She softly stepped back, retying her robe and trying to ignore the wetness between
her thighs. It was time to leave. To find Steve. To get some satisfaction as the song said.
It was her turn.
But she’d never forget this moment in a very private Garden of Eden. With Adam,
and Adam and Adam…and her own contribution as Eve.
She left the room. She definitely needed to find Steve.
* * * * *
“…and that’s where the myth that it smells like tuna fish came from.” Jennifer had
just finished her explanation in her own special way. With visual effects. She was sitting
across from Steve, legs spread and opening her folds of wet flesh to his eyes.
“Can you show me again?” He grinned, knowing there was probably an evil gleam
in his eyes. “This time, skip the marine biology part.”
Jennifer bit her bottom lip and her gaze dropped to his rather obvious hard-on. He
sighed. Like all women, she knew damn well his weakness for being shown things. She
continued to play with her pussy, her body vibrating as sensations jolted through her,
making her nipples tight and aroused.
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“Steve, are you and Lissa, well…are you two exclusive?” Her question was direct,
to say the least.
Steve hesitated. Seeing a sexy woman opening up her garden to his eyes made him
want to plant his tree in it.
He took the typical male approach to her question. “I dunno. Ask her.”
Jennifer wasn’t the type of woman that needed prompting. She lowered her legs to
the floor and moved closer to Steve.
Uh-oh.
Jennifer pushed Steve back in his chair, opening his robe to bare his wide chest. She
raised her eyebrows as she appreciated the view. Steve knew his chest was tanned,
muscular and he was sporting a hard-on. What more could a woman ask for?
Jennifer slithered on top of him.
Oh, shit, now I’m in trouble.
“Damn, Steve, I can feel your cock between my breasts. You feel like you’re gonna
burst. You poor thing.” Pursing her lips she made a tsk, tsk, tsk sound.
“I’m, um…uh, I’m okay. Really.”
Climbing higher up his body, Jennifer’s pussy rubbed along Steve’s thighs, wetting
them with her flow of juices. She stopped exactly at the point his cock rested along the
ridge of her pussy lips.
The warmth made Steve’s eyes flicker. “I think I’d better go.”
“Aww, too sad. Right now? You sure? Look, I have condoms in all the colors of the
rainbow.” Jennifer leaned forward, her breasts hanging before Steve’s mouth.
Her scent filled his lungs and the urge to flick his tongue over the erect tips of her
nipples was overwhelming.
As she lowered her hips back down, the head of his cock brushed against the
opening of Jennifer’s hot, wet cunt. “Whoops. No glove—no love, babe.” Jennifer
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grinned at Steve as she spread out a vast array of condoms in every color and texture
imaginable.
“Pick a card. I mean color.”
* * * * *
Lissa found Steve.
He stood in the hallway running a hand through his hair with a blank look on his
face.
“Steve?”
“Huh?” His answer was as blank as his glazed eyes.
Lissa did notice a glisten of anticipation at the tip of his cock. He was hard, and was
sprouting from his robe. “You okay?”
“Yeah, this is just getting to me. Seeing all this nakedness, the sex, the cucumbers,
the plastic…it’s just a lot to take in. Your friend Jennifer had me naked in a chair and
was…all over me.”
Lissa looked into his eyes as her heart tripped into double time. “And…?”
“No, I couldn’t. She’s hot but…I just couldn’t. I didn’t want her, I wanted…never
mind. Fuck. I am so horny. Where’s the cat? Here kitty, kitty…”
“Meeooooww.” Lissa grinned. “Aww, poor baby. I think you need me to help you
out a little.” She reached forward for his strained cock.
“Don’t touch it. It’ll break. It’s too hard. I need to calm down.” Steve’s voice was
desperate.
“Come on. Let’s find a room. I have an itch that needs scratching real badly myself.
And this is the thing to scratch it.” She grabbed his cock and led him down the hallway.
She turned, obeying her urge to kiss Steve and the two of them backed into a dark
room as he pushed into her. They broke the kiss and laughed at the awkwardness of
trying to walk and neck at the same time.
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She stumbled and stopped short. “Ouch. Something…what the fuck hit me?”
Moving to the side she bumped into things dangling from the ceiling.
Steve groped on the wall and found a switch, turning on a couple of soft lights.
A bundle of leather straps hung from the main wooden beam across the room.
There were no chairs, couches or any kind of furniture. Just the straps. Lissa ran her
fingers through them, separating them and studying them. She smiled when she found
what resembled stirrups dangling from a black velvet padded seat.
A swing. Coooool. “You ever try a swing, Steve?”
“When I was a kid. But I broke my arm falling out of it when my friend pushed
me.”
She rolled her eyes. “Why do I bother? Sometimes I really wonder about you.” Lissa
dropped her robe into a heap on the floor and turned into the wide-padded leather
strap, sliding it under her bare ass. It reminded her of grade school and she started to
giggle.
She wriggled some more, managing to support her back with the right bit of leather
and she kicked out her feet, looking at Steve.
He smiled, getting the idea, and helped put each of her feet into the stirrups.
Would he realize this was a perfect opportunity to take her? To give her what she
wanted? Pure, unleashed, furious fucking. She was at his mercy.
BOING. Oh, yeah, he was definitely ready to go. His throat moved as he swallowed
and reached out his hand. “You know, men dream of having a beautiful woman like
this, controlled, helpless, unable to stop him from teasing her.”
Lissa let her head fall back. Steve’s eyes, his words, his touches…he was beginning
to make her ache inside.
His fingers caressed the outer lips of her pussy, massaging them open. Lissa tried to
breathe through her nose, but as Steve inserted his finger into her cunt, she began to
pant.
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He slid a second finger inside, parting them to stretch her opening.
“Fuck this, you bastard, come on, fuck me, damn you.” She could barely hold her
head up. She just wanted to be filled by this man who was toying with her emotions
and creating a fury of arousal in her body.
“I love doing this. You want me? Tell me how much.” Steve obviously needed some
ego-stroking. Lissa wanted a different kind of stroking.
“I want you. Okay? Come on, Steve, I want you to fuck my pussy hard. Come inside
me, fill me…make me scream!”
Steve stopped still for a second and caught his heart pounding faster as his cock
throbbed painfully with desire.
He reached up to grasp the handle at the top of the swing angling his swollen cock
at Lissa’s wet, hot pussy. With a hard thrust he sank into her, jarring her body.
Groaning, Steve felt himself soothed by the tight wrap of a blanket of slick flesh.
Lissa hung her head back and smiled. Yeah, she’d gotten what she needed, what
she’d asked for. She’d got him. With one hard thrust after another, Steve saw her thighs
redden as his hips crashed against them.
“Shit. My neck…”
A figure moved behind Lissa, and both of them looked up to see Jennifer. She had
moved behind the swing and was supporting Lissa’s head in her hands as she watched
them fuck.
Steve groaned loudly and licked his lips as he breathed through clenched teeth.
Jennifer stared at his cock as it disappeared into Lissa’s dripping cunt. “Don’t stop, this
is fucking beautiful…” Jennifer urged Steve on.
Lissa panted, little moaning sounds, cries of delight as he fucked her.
“Fuck that pussy, Steve. For God’s sake, fuck Lissa hard. Hammer that big cock into
her. I know you’ve got the strength, let the savage out to play.” Jennifer hissed the
words as she watched.
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Then she looked down at Lissa, kissed her forehead and whispered into her ear.
“I’ll be right back.”
She gently let go of Lissa’s head and walked around to stand behind Steve. “Don’t
you realize this woman wants you so bad she can’t tell you? Fuck her, dammit. Fuck her
like you mean it.”
She grabbed Steve’s hips with her hands and shoved them forward, digging into his
skin with her long fingernails. The thrust made Lissa swing back and then as her weight
swung her forward once more, Jennifer pushed Steve again. Steve groaned, his body
crashing against Lissa’s, his cock pushing deep enough to brush against her womb.
Lissa let out a whimper of pleasure.
Jennifer ran her tongue up Steve’s back and peppered it with soft kisses. She
followed that by sliding her arms around him, squeezing his chest and playing with his
nipples like a man groping a woman’s breasts.
Steve’s eyes rolled back and he could feel his balls tightening. Between Jennifer’s
hands and Lissa’s cunt, he was driving fast down a one-way street and nearing the end.
Lissa arched up and met Steve with a final violent push. She convulsed, shaking
uncontrollably and crying out as she came, her muscles clamping down the entire
length of Steve’s cock, buried so deeply inside her.
Jennifer moved her hands to the back of Steve’s tightly flexed legs and raked her
fingernails all the way up to his ass. He exploded.
Lissa’s scream died in her throat as she felt Steve’s juices burn and mix with hers.
She trembled, shivering from toe to scalp as the racking orgasm turned her muscles into
hard rocks and she fought against the straps of the swing.
She wanted to hold him close, so close, as they shared this orgasm. She didn’t care
about Jennifer, the party or the rest of the world. It had all come down to this.
Steve and her. Fucking. Riding the wave of desire through flames into some wild
place where nothing mattered but that pulsing, throbbing cock filling her cunt, flooding
her body with the most amazingly exquisite fireworks display of ecstasy.
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She was open to him, exposed to him, bare in so many ways. Her thighs were
pushed wide, her pussy contracted around him, sucking him deeper and deeper…and
he was there with her.
Lissa’s neck muscles screamed at her as she held her head up to watch him, face
flushed and sweaty, body hard and shaking as he came. Her abs tightened and she
knew she’d gripped him tightly as he whimpered and pushed into her even harder. The
swing took his movement and returned it, letting her bear down on him once more.
It was the ultimate fuck, the ultimate claiming. Naked soul to naked soul. Needs
bared by circumstances and a push from a friendly hand.
Thanks to Jennifer and a piece of equipment they’d both gotten what they’d been
wanting all night.
Each other.
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Chapter Twelve
The drive back to the trailer was quiet.
Neither Steve nor Lissa reached for the radio, and conversation seemed
unnecessary. They’d silently dressed, and Jennifer had let them go with a smile and a
kiss to their cheeks. She understood.
Lissa didn’t know if she did.
Something had changed. The dynamics, her interaction with Steve, everything that
had happened tonight had shifted the current that passed between them. And Lissa
wasn’t sure she wanted to explore that shift.
She moved on her seat, pulling the seat belt away from her neck for a moment
before it strangled her.
“Steve—”
“Lissa—”
She looked at him as they both laughed.
“You—”
“Go ahead—”
They did it again, both speaking at the very same moment.
“I…” Lissa stopped once more as the lights lit up the trailer, and Steve pulled in to
his parking space. “Never mind. It’ll wait ‘til we get inside.”
Steve nodded. “Yeah.”
The lights were turned on, coats hung up, all in silence. But it wasn’t really an
awkward sort of silence, thought Lissa, just a tired one.
Steve was the first to break it. “God, I’m exhausted.” He ran a hand over his face
and through his hair.
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“And I could use a quick shower.” Lissa unbuttoned her shirt. “Would you mind?”
“No, go ahead. Make it real quick. I need to refill the reservoir. I’m gonna crash
here, I think.” He tumbled onto the bed.
“Okay.” Lissa was ready to crash herself, but knew she’d feel better after a relaxing
shower.
Images of the party flickered through her mind. She’d found what she was looking
for—someplace where she could express her sexuality in any way at all, free of the
limitations she’d grown up with. Free of the restrictions usually imposed by society.
Free—and yet, not free.
In spite of the surroundings, in spite of the people, Lissa had known deep inside
that she didn’t want any of it. She didn’t want to have sex with women, groups, other
men or toys.
She wanted Steve. Only Steve. And that thought scared the living crap out of her.
Especially when she realized that finally having sex with Steve had been what she
wanted all along. The only thing. She wanted his body. His cock inside her, his tongue
on her, his mouth, his hands, all of him.
He made her laugh, made her mad, drove her up the wall with lust and let her do
whatever she wanted with him and to him, giving her back all that and more.
This was frightening shit.
She dried off and stumbled from the little bathroom to the bed. Steve was half-
stripped, sprawled over the covers and snoring quietly.
She slipped in beside him only to be cuddled up by a strong arm. “We’ll talk
tomorrow, okay?” His voice was gruff and sleepy.
“Yeah. Okay.”
Lissa snuggled against him, her head finding just the right spot within his embrace.
There was an odd sense of familiarity, comfort…of being in the exact place she was
supposed to be.
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She fell asleep trying to figure out why she felt that way and if she should be
panicking about it.
It felt like only moments later when a chirp from her bag awoke her.
Steve’s eyes slowly opened like after a long night of serious drinking. With a nostril
flare and a groan he pulled a pillow over his head. “Shoot that fucking bird, will you?”
He mumbled something about a shotgun and rolled himself into the blankets.
“It’s not a bird, it’s that pager the garage loaned me.” Lissa reached for her purse
and pulled it to her, finding the unit with difficulty. Her fingers seemed numb this
morning.
She pushed tiny buttons, cursed and finally managed to read the text message. Oh,
fucking hell.
* * * * *
“Steve?” She poked her finger hard into his shoulder.
He had died from sexual exhaustion in the night.
“That was the mechanic. My car’s fixed.”
“Mmmpf.” Alive! It’s alive!
So he had to move. Haul his head out of sleep and make his muscles work
somehow when all they wanted to do was nap for about a week. He yawned and
stretched. He tossed his big feet off the bed and sat upright.
“My car. It’s fixed.”
“Mmmmpf, peanut butter, mmmpf.” His mouth was working. So how come his
brain wasn’t?
A blast of cold air helped the process along. Lissa had gotten out of bed and turned
back the covers. “Wake up, Steve.”
“Ten more minutes…” He fell back onto the bed with a thump and pulled the
pillow over his head again, only to have the covers pulled completely off him. “Heyy—”
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“Look, sleep on if you want. But I gotta go get dressed. The guy from the garage is
swinging by here to pick me up. He’ll give me a ride to my car.” She tickled his feet.
“You getting this?”
“Cut it out.” Steve yanked his feet free of the annoying fingers. “Yeah. I got it. But I
can drive you…”
She moved away from the bed. “No need. I guess he tried to get us last night but we
were…er…busy.”
Finally, Steve woke up. “I’d say so.” Busy fucking our brains out. He rose up on one
arm and watched her slip into her clothes as he scratched his nuts. “Lissa, about last
night…”
She smiled at him. “It was fun, wasn’t it? A helluva time.”
“Uh, yeah…”
“And I didn’t even tell you about Randy, Stan and Roger.”
“Huh?” His cock lost interest in the proceedings and went back to sleep.
“Three of the sweetest guys. I met them in the conservatory…oh, Steve, they shared
so much with me.”
“Three guys? At once?” Steve’s jaw dropped.
“Yeah. God, they were all gorgeous, too.” She tugged on her shoes. “Each one
different, but so nice, you know?”
“No.” Steve didn’t know. Didn’t know what she was talking about, what she meant
and was struggling with the idea that Lissa had done it with three guys before she’d
fucked him. He counted his fingers and got a strange taste in his mouth.
“Well, being a guy, I guess you wouldn’t really see them as gorgeous.” She giggled.
“They’d probably think you were pretty cute, though.”
He closed his eyes and toppled back onto the bed. “For some reason I suddenly feel
ill. You mean they were gay?”
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Lissa paused as she shoved her arms into her coat. “Well, yeah. Of course. What did
you think I was talking about?”
“Uhhh, nothing.” Steve tried covering up his obvious pornographic thoughts.
A horn sounded outside. “Oh, shit, there’s my ride.” She grabbed her purse.
“Lissa, I can…”
“Rest, Steve. You need it.” She danced over to the bed and dropped a quick kiss on
his nose. “I’ll be back soon. With my own car, too, if the gods of spark plugs are
willing.” She glanced over her shoulder. “I’ll bring coffee.”
And then she was gone.
And the trailer was suddenly empty, emptier than Steve could ever remember it
being.
* * * * *
Time dragged. It scuffed its feet, dawdled and slowed to a crawl.
Steve showered and dressed and actually did some chores, only to find less than an
hour had passed. He looked at the clock every five minutes and discovered a tendency
to peer out the windows on a regular basis, like an anxious mother waiting for her kid
to come home from school.
He also got mad at himself for doing it.
“This is fucking stupid. Might as well do something useful.” He grabbed a couple of
cloths, some paper towels and his jacket.
It had been a while since he’d checked the truck’s engine, and since he had nothing
better to do…
The engine was fine. The fluid levels were exactly where they were supposed to be,
oil right on the line, radiator full, transmission fluid quite happy thank you, and Steve
wondered if he should check the tire pressure while he was at it, and maybe wash and
wax the damn thing. At this rate he could bake a cake and add little sprinkles. He was
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getting more than a little pissed off. He topped off the windshield washer container,
cleaned off the wiper blades and fussed.
There was no other way to describe it—he fussed. And got angrier with himself by
the minute. Where the fuck was she? His thoughts began to swirl like a tornado.
It was a relief to hear a car pull up behind him and he turned, words of greeting on
his lips.
They stuttered to a stop as Jennifer got out of a sleek sports car and walked towards
him. Some sort of furry jacket was half-unzipped, her jeans fit her like a coat of paint
and the breasts that oozed from the opening of her coat gleamed in the morning
sunshine.
“Hey, Steve.” She smiled. “I just passed Lissa with a real good-looking guy. What
was all that about?”
He wiped his hands. “Oh, she’s just going to pick up—a nice-looking guy?”
Jennifer laughed, white teeth shining beneath red lips. “Why does she have to go
pick up a good-looking guy?” She neared the truck and leaned against the door. “She’s
got one right here.”
As she crossed her arms, the valley between her breasts deepened, and Steve’s gaze
fell to the curves and shadows revealed by her pose. “Uh…that must be her mechanic.”
“Lucky her. He could check my carburetor any day.” She glanced at the truck.
“Nice. V-6 or V-8? I bet you’ve got a Hemi, too, right?”
Steve blinked. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.” He puffed out his chest in a show of
true masculinity and automotive pride.
Jennifer ran her tongue over her lips and looked down at his crotch. “Baby, I know
you do. I was talking about the truck.”
Something about her unabashed sexuality made Steve uncomfortable and he
blushed, surprising himself. “I knew that.”
“Show me?”
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“Huh?”
“The engine. Show me.” Jennifer walked to the front of the truck and leaned on the
grille. “I want to see.”
Shaking his head, Steve popped the hood and lifted it. “Okay. Here you go.” Like
she’s gonna know anything about it.
“Wow. Nice V-8. You have any trouble with this ignition system?” She pointed at
the appropriate unit. “I’ve heard tales…”
For the next fifteen minutes, Steve lived one of the most surreal experiences of his
life. He talked truck engines with a sexily dressed, curvy blonde. Who knew her shit. If
she could do tune-ups on the fuel injection system, he would be tempted to ask her to
marry him. When they got to fuel ratios, he stopped. “Jennifer, what are you doing
here?”
“Impressing you with my automotive knowledge?”
“Yeah. You did that. But…why did you come here?”
She tugged on her lip. “Honestly? I wasn’t coming here. I was heading into town to
pick up a few things, and I saw Lissa leave. I figured, here you are…all alone. She’s
gone…why not drop by and say hello?” A little white lie put her exactly where she
wanted to be, alone with Steve.
Steve watched her face as the expressions crossed it, wondering what the point of
all this was going to be.
“Look, Jennifer…”
She moved, coming to stand close to him, her perfume swirling around his nostrils
like a soft cloud. “Steve. I saw you and Lissa last night. And…and I envied you. Both of
you.”
She sighed and leaned against him, a furry heat. With breasts.
Steve gulped. “Oh.”
“I envied what you had, what you did together.”
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“But…hell, Jennifer. That party? You’ve got it all. Whatever you want.” Steve was
confused, dizzy from her scent and the warmth that pressed into his chest.
“No, I really don’t. Oh, I had the fun, sure. I had the sex. I got fucked.” She paused.
“Several times, actually.”
“There you go.” He patted her shoulder awkwardly.
“But what I wanted was what you two had. And…and I figured I might as well
come over and see if I could work out exactly what it was.”
She pulled away from him a little, looking up into his face.
He stared back at her, wondering what the hell she was talking about. Jennifer’s
face was bare of makeup, but she was still lovely, her hair a soft tumble against her
white skin. She was a woman any man would desire, any man would want screaming
out his name beneath him as he fucked her.
Any man but him.
And it looked as though she realized it. “You know, I asked you last night if you
and Lissa were a couple. An exclusive couple.”
He nodded. “Yeah, I remember.”
“And you told me you didn’t know. That I should ask her.”
He nodded again.
She stepped reluctantly away from him, back towards her car. “I don’t have to,
Steve.”
“Huh?”
“Your answer is written all over your face.” She rested a hand on her door. “You’re
exclusive. Very exclusive. In fact, you’re in love with her, aren’t you?”
“No, I…we…that’s not what we’re about…”
Jennifer’s lips curved in a wry smile as she got into the car. “You’re fooling
yourself, Steve. Better face facts, darling. Much as it pains me to admit it, you two are
meant for each other. I hope she knows what a great guy she’s got.”
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Steve was at a loss for words.
“I hope we’ll meet again. You know my address. Tell Lissa I said hello…and I
probably ought to hate her.” She started the engine and rolled down the window. “But I
don’t. She’s cute.”
The sporty car rolled away leaving Steve standing next to his truck wondering if
he’d just been hit by one as well.
Looking down at his other brain between his legs, he asked, “What the fuck was all
that about?”
Love? That’s a four-letter word. Nobody had mentioned the “L” word. It was
forbidden, especially to him and Lissa. They’d set the rules up front. Sex, and plenty of
it. No strings, no ties and no limits.
They fucked, slept, played and fucked some more. They ate when they were hungry
and drank coffee in the mornings.
No. He was absolutely not in love with Lissa. Love was for idiots who had no idea
of the pain it could cause or the chaos it could bring to a straightforward life. Love had
gotten him into one hell of a shit hole, and he was damned if he’d go down that road
again.
He picked up his cleaning rags and closed up the truck.
No, he was so not in love with Lissa. She was one super-hot fuck, and he enjoyed
her company. That was all there was to it.
And, speaking of Lissa, where the fuck was she?
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Chapter Thirteen
Cool, I have to remain cool. Mellow, like a confident man. Why am I talking to myself
again?
A grinding of tires in the gravel beside his truck shook Steve from his altered
mindset—that and the giggling of a woman. His woman.
Calm, stay calm. He focused on staying calm. Opening the door he stepped out and
saw a very clean, shiny black 1969 Chevy Camaro. Whoa! Now this is nice. Steve admired
the classic cars.
“Hey dude, nice rig you’ve got here.”
That wasn’t Lissa’s voice. He turned to see a young, handsome, blond-haired man
smiling back at him. He reminded Steve of one of those jeans billboard models. Except
this one was driving his woman around in his souped-up hot rod.
“Steve, this is Victor. He gave me a ride in to pick up my car. There was a
thingamajig missing so they ordered it, and it should be in tomorrow morning if we’re
lucky.” Lissa giddily stared at Victor like a cheerleader at the quarterback for the
homecoming game.
Victor reached out his hand for a handshake.
Steve was torn between ripping him into tiny pieces to feed the local coyotes and
driving him under the wheels of his truck. “Nice to meet you.”
“I’d better get going, Lissa. Tony’s going to wonder why I took so long to get back.”
Victor’s smile was a killer and sure would melt the heart of many a young woman, not
to mention their panties from their bodies.
I could kill him, no remorse, just a quick, painful death by bleeding. I could drag him behind
my truck, down the highway…over some gravel…some cactus bushes…over sharp rocks…
Steve wasn’t amused by Lissa’s dreamy smile.
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“Nice meeting you, Steve. I’ll be back around nine in the morning to pick you up,
Lissa.” With a wave and rev of his car motor, he sped off. Lissa waved back and turned
to see what Steve knew was probably a pretty dark glare.
“Bye, Victor…see you tomorrow.” Steve wrinkled his nose and fluttered his hand in
a spiteful attempt at mimicry. “Fucking punk kid.” It came out as a growl.
Lissa watched him with an odd expression on her face. Almost as if she was
pleased. “Could someone be jealous of Victor?”
Turning back to her, Steve held a hand to his chest. “Moi? Jealous of a kid?”
Steve couldn’t show this side of his feelings. The things Jennifer had said couldn’t
be true. He wouldn’t allow these emotions to creep in even if they were bubbling
beneath the surface of his tough exterior. He could hide them, squash the self-doubt.
Ignore the little voice that said he might just be scared that a woman he cared about was
attracted to a younger, handsome man. Especially one with a custom, pussy-enticing
car like Victor’s.
“I can’t believe this. You were…what did you think? That I was going to town to
pick up my car and fuck that sexy guy?”
“Sexy? Now he’s sexy?” Uh-oh, I’m beginning to boil over a bit.
“Come on, Steve. I didn’t think you were the type to get jealous. He was a kid
giving me a ride.”
“I bet he wanted to give you a ride in more than just his car. I’m a guy, I know how
men think.”
Lissa didn’t seem to understand that everything she said was a taunt. “Steve, relax.
Just because some stud gives me a ride, it doesn’t…”
“Now he’s a stud?” His body became tight. Muscles flexed and his blood heated in
his veins. The one thing he couldn’t bear was happening. He began to understand
Jennifer’s observation and her comments began to make sense. He wanted Lissa, badly.
His heart ached to say what he knew needed to be said.
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“I won’t go through this again. The mistrust, the worry, all the fucking issues
flipping through my head.” Steve’s rage grew, fueled by the emotions he’d shut down
to hide from pain like this. And yet the hurt was there all over again.
For the first time with Steve, Lissa discovered something. She wanted him more
now than ever. They had connected emotionally, and his show of jealousy thrilled her,
making her hotter than the embers of a fire. He cared.
Lissa followed him along the corridor of the trailer. “What do you think happened?
Do you think I fucked that guy? Is that it? Trust…you need to trust me, Steve. We can’t
have a relationship without trust…” She grabbed his shoulder and turned him to face
her.
Looking into his eyes, Lissa sensed his pain and saw the agony welling deep inside.
She wanted him so bad, she ached between her legs. He was showing her his true
emotions, something she’d discovered she longed for, and the hint of a tear in his eyes
opened her heart so wide she wondered if she could envelop him with it.
Steve turned away as if ashamed by his drama and outburst.
He took a few more steps then stopped. Lissa watched him as he turned to her once
more. She read conflicting emotions, different expressions as they chased themselves
across his face. Fear, pain, jealousy—they were all there. His pulse throbbed at the base
of his neck and he reached out for the wall, steadying himself as if he was weak at the
knees.
Lissa was torn by her feelings and her fear. He’d touched something that she, too,
had buried deep. His eyes were digging it loose and every fiber of her soul wanted to
run. She couldn’t let Steve in. Not this man, this stranger, this absolutely right person at
the wrong time.
Then he kissed her and she broke. Lissa was being crushed against the wall of the
trailer as Steve pushed his wide frame into her. His kiss was hard, wet and deep. She
was doomed.
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Peeling away, Steve slumped and rested his forehead on Lissa’s shoulder. His
breath was hot, bursting against her skin like fire.
“I’m sorry. I need to trust you. I just couldn’t bear losing you after I finally found
you.” He kissed her neck.
Lissa panted, feelings welling up inside her and threatening to choke her. The taste
of Steve lingered in her mouth, on her lips and she licked them, reveling in the tart
sweetness of this man.
She yearned to feel him inside her, and she yearned to heal the wound inside him.
And she was scared to death of both emotions.
“Steve…” A whisper, no more than that, but it comforted her. Just the sound of his
name.
He sighed, a weary breath, and peeled himself away. “Sorry.”
“No.” She reached out and caught his arm. “Not this time. Sorry isn’t enough.”
He turned. “What more do you want me to say? What more is there?”
Lissa gazed at him. “A lot. But I’m not sure either of us can say it. Or want to say
it.” She touched his cheek, loving the snag of stubble that tugged her fingers. “Perhaps
words aren’t the way to express things between us. I don’t know.”
He closed his eyes as she ran her thumb over the softness of his lips.
“You and I…” Lissa swallowed, searching for the right thing to say, the right thing
to do. “We’re…”
Silence fell as her voice tapered to a halt. She took his hand and pulled him through
the trailer to the bed. “Sit, Steve.” A gentle push on his breastbone reinforced her
words. “Please.”
He sat, shoulders slumped, hair rumpled, frustration and despair written large
across his face.
Lissa dropped to her knees in front of him. He opened his mouth to speak, but she
raised her hand and pressed a finger to his lips. “Shhh.”
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It was past the time for words, past the time for apologies or explanations. Past the
point of fearing the fire Steve had ignited in her heart. It was time to show him where
her head was, where her thoughts were going, and exactly what he meant to her.
Perhaps she could sort it all out in her own mind while she was at it.
She didn’t know. All she could see was a man who had come to mean more than
she could imagine to her. And he was in pain.
Her hands went to her shirt, slowly unbuttoning it. Lissa took her time, noticing his
eyes following her movements. The touch of the air against her skin felt good and she
stripped it off her arms, tossing it to one side.
Steve swallowed, but remained still, although his fingers twitched a little as they
lay either side of his thighs on the bed.
Lissa unzipped her pants and stood, letting them slip down over her thighs, her
calves and eventually pool around her ankles. She stood before him, nude but for her
panties and bra, and kicked the jeans away.
He blinked, a pulse beating fast at the base of his throat. It got even faster as she
reached behind her, unsnapped her bra and let it fall. She felt no shame, no
embarrassment, just the desire to show him—her longings, her needs, her naked
emotions.
She knelt once more, pushing his thighs apart. He was hard, a solid length trapped
by his jeans along his leg. Gently, Lissa wrapped her fingers along his arousal, cupping
it through the fabric, stroking it and bringing a sigh to his throat.
She glanced up at his face.
Steve’s eyes were burning as he gazed at her, his eyelids heavy with passion and his
face flushed. He gulped as her fingers found the button at his waist and freed it, pulling
the zipper down carefully and seeking the rigid treasure hidden within his briefs.
She struggled, biting her lip with annoyance at the unyielding stiffness of his pants.
That sooo wasn’t the stiffness she was after.
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Steve moved, raising himself up enough to slide both jeans and underwear off his
body and down around his ankles.
She answered his help with a quick smile and untangled it all, tossing it over to the
growing pile of clothing on the floor. His shoes and socks went the same way, and Lissa
almost groaned with pleasure as she slid back between his legs and felt the heat of his
bare thighs against her body.
His cock was swollen and aroused, a velvety length of pleasure she cradled in her
hands like fine china. Lissa moved closer, and Steve sucked in a breath as she dropped
the lightest of kisses on the purpling head. She teased him with little touches of her
tongue, butterfly brushes against the ridges and ripples along the entire length of him.
He was musky-sweet, unique, a scented flavor she wanted to inhale, devour and
feast upon.
So she did.
Grasping the base of his cock, Lissa opened her mouth and slid her lips over him,
always slowly, always gently, letting his heat fill her mouth and rest on her tongue. She
pulled back, her saliva slicking him, making her return a smooth glide of soft tissue
over hard silk. Twice more she sucked him in and out, only to have him groan and lay
back on the bed.
Now she had full access. Now she could really show him some of the pleasure he’d
shared with her. She began to move in a rhythm she knew pleased him, her hand
sliding towards her mouth as her lips lowered as far as she could go on his cock.
Her movements creased then stretched the fragile skin, and when her teeth gently
grazed the long vein beneath, he gasped, hands gripping the sheets tightly.
The grip became even tighter when she released his cock and lowered her head,
seeking with her tongue for the soft velvet sac that rested in the shadows between his
thighs.
Dappled with hairs, it tickled her as she softly licked her way around his balls,
mindful of the sensations the merest breath would cause. One hand continued its
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delicate stroking, keeping Steve’s cock alert and ready. The other stole behind the
precious jewels beneath her mouth to the softest part of him, the sensitive skin that hid
so many nerve endings.
She pressed, a light touch at first, then stronger, as she daringly opened her mouth
wide and suckled his balls, letting them nestle into the heated wetness.
Steve’s body moved, a shivering tremor that made Lissa’s heart sing. This was a
wonderful experience—pleasuring a man beyond all thought of anything but how high
she could take him.
His thighs hardened against her body as she touched him, made love to him with
her mouth. A drop of liquid spilled from the tip of his cock, wetting her fingers and
letting her know he was responding to every single move she made.
She lifted her head and licked at the tiny slit, tasting him, his come, his heat, all
blending into the distinct taste that said “Steve”. She would never, ever forget it.
Her hair brushed his thighs as she moved her body, rubbing against him simply for
the pleasure of skin against skin, warmth against warmth.
She bent to his cock once more, but felt a hand thread through her hair and tug
gently on her scalp.
She looked up to meet Steve’s gaze as he stared at her down the length of his body.
What she saw took her breath away.
From the first second Lissa had started undressing, Steve had realized he was lost.
Every move she made started a slow burn in his balls that flared through him, every
touch of her mouth, every flick of her tongue, every caress of her hands seared his soul.
It wasn’t harsh, it wasn’t demanding—it was loving, and he knew they were
headed someplace neither had anticipated, nor wanted.
And now he couldn’t wait to get there.
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He’d toppled back onto the bed for so many selfish reasons. She needed room to
work, to do what she so obviously wanted to do. And he needed to look away from her
if he was going to hold onto any control at all and not blow up into her mouth.
That still seemed likely, especially when the heat of her tongue first touched his
balls and then he felt the incredible experience of having them drawn into her mouth.
There was no way Steve could hold the groan inside. It erupted from someplace near
his damn toenails, a sound of exquisite pleasure and need.
He blinked moisture from his eyes, squeezing them shut as this woman cherished
his cock, licked at him like he was the finest gourmet lollipop, and showed him the side
of Lissa she’d hidden so well all the time they’d been together.
Is this Lissa or the real Melissa? he wondered for a moment as his mind drifted on a
haze of bliss. Was this the sexually demanding, free-spirited and adventurous woman?
Or was this the girl who simply wanted a man to love?
She was a contradiction. A liberated soul who sought freedom to express herself
and her desires, and yet she washed up the dishes and put them away. She could
wander through a sex party with wide eyes and open mind, yet for all her talk of letting
loose, she’d touched nobody but him.
Didn’t I do the same?
Her mouth closed over his cock once more, and he knew he couldn’t control himself
much longer if she kept this up. It was his turn. Time for him to be honest with her, to
let his body show her how he felt.
He reached for her hair and pulled, easing her away from him and meeting her
gaze. Her blue eyes were soft and lit from within by her passions.
They took his breath away.
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Chapter Fourteen
For a second or two, Steve drowned in Lissa’s eyes. Then he tugged on her, sliding
her from her knees onto his body. Her soft breasts brushed his naked thighs and he tore
off his shirt, desperate to feel them crushed to his chest.
She smiled and helped, freeing his arms from the sleeves, ending up lying on top of
him, her pussy grinding down on his already close-to-exploding cock.
He stared at her again, her face so close to his, glowing with excitement and the
simple happiness of being in his arms.
He wanted her. Wanted to devour her, hold her, fuck her and love her. He knew
her, inside and out. He shared her desires, felt her emotions and adored her body. They
had so much in common, and enjoyed their differences. She was unique, unlike any
woman he’d ever met in the past.
And so he kissed her.
He forced himself to take his time, to let his tongue explore the softness of hers, the
hardness of her teeth, the slickness of the inside of her mouth. He breathed her in, a
light floral scent mixed with woman. Her scent.
One hand held her head against his as the other stroked up and down the length of
her spine, sliding beneath her panties to cup her buttocks and then tracing back up her
body.
She was all heat and woman beneath his touch, breasts pressed between them,
nipples hard as he deepened their kiss. She was a wave of sensual pleasure rolling
across the sands of his skin, rippling and moving in a caress that spoke so much more
loudly than words ever could.
He pulled his lips from hers and reached down, pushing at the panties, wanting all
of her naked and on top of him. He smiled as she wriggled, finally kicking them away.
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Holding her close, he looked at her face once more. This time it wasn’t Steve’s eyes
that were moist, it was hers. And as he stared, they overflowed, a drop of pure sensual
joy falling onto her cheek and glittering against her white skin.
He couldn’t stop himself from reaching up and touching it with his finger. So
warm. He tasted it, tasted the salt of her tears and the sweetness of her need.
Lissa whimpered and buried her face in his neck, kissing him with swift pecks to
his chest and under his ears. She nuzzled him, finding a nook in his neck that fit her
nose just right.
Steve held her closer and rolled her. Now he could speak to her. Not in words, but
in deeds. He was discovering a silent language with Lissa. One they both could
understand.
And he was stunned at the realization.
Pale against his sheets, her body went willingly with his, ready for him, wanting
him, her hands reaching for him even as they moved. He lifted up, taking his weight on
his hands and settling his cock so near to her pussy that he could feel the heat as it
radiated from deep inside her.
It melted him.
It was Lissa’s turn to stare at Steve.
His brown eyes were full of emotions, his face no longer a mask of casual interest or
sexual desire. He let her see his feelings, the pleasure she was sharing with him and his
need to express so much that could not be said.
She rested, content, his weight a delicious pressure on her abdomen as he held
himself above her breasts and looked at her. Really looked at her.
Her skin heated and chilled under his gaze, and she knew her nipples were taut
buds, longing for his lips. He knew it, too. With delicate precision, he bent and licked
one, a swift swipe of hot wetness, gone too soon. But before Lissa could draw breath to
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sigh, he was back, this time ringing the hard peak with heat and finally lowering his
mouth to suckle her, pulling her deep into his mouth where she so longed to be.
A shot of electricity arrowed down her body to her cunt, and she shuddered at the
force of it.
Steve did it again, this time to the other breast, and Lissa bit back a cry of sheer
delight. But he didn’t stop there. He kissed her everywhere. He licked her everywhere.
He buried his face between her breasts and gently nipped the delicate skin he found
there, laving the hurt with his tongue and moving on.
Always moving, always touching.
He became a blur, an all-encompassing sensation of soft lips, hard body and wet
tongue. He found her sensitive places and made others jump with pleasure. He touched
her in the wake of his caresses, hands stroking, soothing, arousing her all over again.
Her navel received attention, and she shivered and laughed as he tickled her, teased
her, then loved her with skillful precision. She tensed as he slid lower, knowing she was
wet, so wet, and aching to feel him at the core of her body.
Lissa parted her thighs wide, offering herself. A silent invitation, a baring of her
most intimate secrets. There was no hidden sexual agenda, no wild and crazy lust for
new experiences. Just a simple here I am. Take me.
The sensation of Steve’s shoulders nestling between her legs was a delight all its
own, but as he dipped his head and found her hot and swollen folds, Lissa flew to new
heights.
With slow care, he began a leisurely voyage around the hills and valleys of her
pussy, lapping at her juices, spreading them over the skin in a sizzling slick of desire.
He encouraged her clit to come out and play, swiping his tongue around it, teasing it,
stopping just short of the moment that would tip her over the edge. She could feel his
breath, the rasp of his chin, the occasional graze of his teeth. He cherished her pussy
with the utmost attention to every single move, and before too long had passed, Lissa
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felt an exquisite pain, a screaming desire for him to go that last yard, to push her off
into the whirlwind of her orgasm.
She trembled, sighed, moaned and couldn’t keep her hips still. Steve solved the
problem by sliding his arms under her thighs and then clasping them tight against his
elbows, bringing his hands over the top and back to her pussy where he pulled the
folds apart.
She cried out as the air hit her clit, and once more as his tongue plundered the hot
honey flowing from her cunt. He buried his face in her, inhaling, then breathing out,
just that simple act an arousal all its own. She could not withstand this sort of loving,
not without breaking very, very soon.
Not surprisingly, Steve sensed it. He lifted his head from between her legs and
dropped a light kiss on the top of her mound. Once more their eyes met and she knew.
It was time.
Strong arms lifted her thighs, and she bent her legs, resting her feet on the bed. But
he didn’t stop there. He pushed, raising her thighs even more, sliding them up and over
his arms, following them with his body as he raised himself onto his knees.
He stopped when her ankles touched his shoulders, knees almost straight, the heat
of his skin burning the backs of her legs. And when he positioned her in front of his
cock, he looked at her once more. And smiled.
“Steve…”
“Sshhh.”
His body shifted, sliding towards hers, nearer and nearer until she wanted to
scream at him to fill her, complete her, just do it.
But the look on his face held her silent. He radiated pleasure, the excitement and
thrill of finally sinking into her, making them one as his cock entered her cunt. He was
hard, so hard and big that she felt every single inch of him as he pushed her pussy lips
apart and entered her hot darkness.
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Wet and ready, there were no checks to bar his way, and Lissa felt her cunt stretch
to take him, all of him, a perfect match of male to female, a perfect fit of man to woman.
In this position, Steve could go deep, more deeply into her than he’d ever gone
before. But after this loving, Lissa knew he was already deeper by far than she’d ever
realized a man could be.
His cock thrust against her womb, but his spirit, his soul, was thrust someplace else,
someplace that had been empty and dark until this moment. Until this man. Her eyes
blurred with tears as he began to move, leaking from her eyes in soft rivers of passion.
She’d never been fucked like this before. And in that instant she realized she’d
never been loved before.
Then he pressed against her clit and her brain shut down all conscious thought,
focusing solely on the inexorable climb that had begun what seemed like years ago with
the first touch of his lips on hers.
Steadily Steve thrust, stroking her cunt with his cock and her body with his hands.
The abrasion of his groin against hers was an added pleasure, each touch a stimulus,
each withdrawal a pain to be endured until the pleasure returned.
Lissa was so ready that her neck arched within moments of his penetration, and she
was only dimly aware that he was panting as he claimed her for his own.
It built, a sharp tingle in her spine, an overwhelming onrush of heat. She was
coming, coming…trembling…almost there…
Steve buried himself inside her and groaned, a deep resounding roll of thunder
from the depths of his lungs.
It was too much. Lissa erupted, a shriek pushing past her lips and tears of ecstasy
flooding her eyes. Wave after wave of orgasmic shudders rolled over her, fed by the
throbbing pulses she could feel inside her cunt. His balls were emptying their precious
cargo into her most secret places, filling her, sending her off the cliff on a wild flight
through stars, fireworks and strange universes where time didn’t exist.
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Her breath caught, her body convulsed and she rode out her orgasm with an
abandon she couldn’t have imagined in her wildest dreams.
Steve moved, pushing himself even further into her soul and the spasms continued,
softer and more gentle this time, but still clamping her cunt around his cock, still
milking it, still demanding all he had and more. Lissa had no clue how long it lasted,
she was lost in the void, letting her body lead the way, blindly following through fields
of pleasure and delight.
Oh, my God…
Steve’s world shifted as he felt Lissa’s cunt wrap around his cock, holding it,
holding him a willing prisoner. With her ass resting on his thighs, her legs either side of
his head and her hot, wet pussy so close to his body, he could explore her in new ways.
He slid deep, letting her juices welcome him and her inner walls embrace him. The
mere touch was almost enough to shoot him off like a rocket, but he clenched his teeth,
determined to prolong this intimate exchange, this oddly gentle and sensual
lovemaking.
The whimpers and moans she made were music to his ears, echoed by the shudders
of her body. And they struck an answering chord in him, as need billowed up from his
balls to his eyebrows. He withdrew and then returned, biting back his own cry of
pleasure as the head of his cock brushed against her womb.
He knew he simply couldn’t take much more. The overwhelming need to explode
within Lissa was too strong.
Without even realizing it, his hips moved more quickly, needing to withdraw his
cock only to thrust it home again and again. The alternate heat of her cunt and the chill
of the air fueled him, driving him rapidly to his peak.
He choked as their bodies clashed in a final collision, and let go.
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Let it all go. The pain, the frustration, all the pent-up emotions that had plagued
him from his past. In one massive release, he freed his soul, finding solace in the
welcoming body that, even now, was clutching at him as Lissa took her own road to
ecstasy.
He throbbed, balls aching with the fury of their need. Blind and deaf, he rolled with
the orgasm, holding their bodies in a grip of steel, refusing to let anything come
between them as they merged, blended, sharing this moment of climax.
Steve didn’t even realize he’d groaned as the breath forced its way from his lungs.
He simply pulled their bodies tighter together, vaguely aware his movement had
reignited the fire inside Lissa.
She still held him, still rippled around him, sobbing and crying out now as her
orgasm drew out past the limits of her endurance. As his heart slowed and the madness
receded, he watched her, skin flushed, tears on her cheeks and belly fluttering with the
contractions that continued to rack her.
Finally she eased, and Steve could feel the muscles of her legs soften in the
aftermath. Gently he lowered them, trying his best to stay inside her. He wanted to
savor her warmth, the hot flood of their liquids bathing his cock, the scent of sex—he
wanted to hold this moment forever in his brain.
Perhaps he could. Even though they both subsided into limp limbs and sweaty skin,
this memory would never fade. He wouldn’t let it.
With a sigh, he pulled Lissa close, settling her in her spot, head on his shoulder,
curve to dip, peak to valley.
They fit.
It was his last conscious thought as exhaustion and emotion overwhelmed him and
he tumbled into a peaceful sleep.
When he awoke, the sun was setting. A draft chilled his skin and he reached for
Lissa.
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She wasn’t there.
Steve sat up, trying to banish the sleep from his brain and his eyes. It was a small
trailer. It didn’t take him long to realize the awful truth.
Lissa was gone.
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Chapter Fifteen
Sitting in the roadside watering hole, Steve rapped his shot glass on the newly
polished wooden bar. The bartender wasn’t amused.
“Again!” Steve held the dingy glass up, beckoning the man to fill the empty heart
that he was trying to drown.
It was fully dark, and he’d wasted too many hours looking for Lissa. How she’d
gotten to the garage he had no idea. But she had, because her car was gone. So much for
not working without some damn thingamajig.
The doors were closed and locked, and he didn’t hold out much hope for anyone answering
the phone on a Sunday. He was right. The call he’d placed from the nearest pay phone had gone
unanswered.
He was miserable, lost and about as depressed as he’d ever been. He hurt, and even
though he knew it wouldn’t help, the lights of the bar had beckoned. And the bartender
was gonna hear all about it whether he wanted to or not.
“I had it all, man. She was fun, sexy, fucked like a goddamn unleashed
nymphomaniac, was open to just hang out and goof off or show me her pussy if I
wanted to see it… How could I manage to lose all that?” He downed his whiskey, and
his face puckered like he’d sucked in an entire lemon.
Swaying in his chair, Steve continued to talk to the bartender—or at least to
himself—trying to figure out where he screwed up. “The last thing she said to me
was…well, she didn’t say much, it was more of a moan. A fucking incredible moan. One
of those moans you fantasize about in your most incredible wet dream.” He blinked a
few times and licked at the drool falling along his lips.
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Lissa’s image floated through Steve’s mind. The times they shared, the kinky games
they played, the way she could flick a bottle cap across the trailer and into the garbage
can…
“You know she could do this thing with her tongue? Like a snake wrapping around
a lollipop. Fuck, I’m getting wasted… Can I have one last shot?” He held up his glass
and the bartender filled it to the top.
Steve stared through the glowing liquid. “I can’t figure out what I did wrong. She
just reached into my chest and tore my heart out. She held the beating hunk of flesh in
her hand and ate it.” The visual image made him pause and a churning began to rumble
low in his stomach. Fuck.
He blinked as words sounded in his brain. Shit. Now I’m hearing voices. “Hey buddy,
I’m gonna have to ask you for your keys. You’ve been talking about this woman for
over an hour and drinking all the time. You’re in no shape to drive.” Blearily, Steve
tried to focus on the bartender, but all he saw was a guy playing with his nuts.
He was filling the cups of peanuts on the bar.
Sipping at the booze once more, Steve tried to think. “I wonder why she never told
me her name was really Melissa and not Lissa? What was it about me she didn’t trust?”
As the drinks finally kicked in Steve morphed into a true drunk and began to sniffle as
the tears filled in his eyes.
“What do you think…?” He leaned forward to try and read the bartender’s name
on the small tag across his chest pocket. “Barb? What did I do wrong?”
“You know something, Steve? You’ve been sitting here babbling on about what you
did wrong, what a great woman she is, driving me crazy by telling me all this hot, sexy
shit she was into and you never once thought about the obvious.”
“And what’s that, Barb?” Steve took another sip and held onto the curve of the bar.
“That maybe this has nothing to do with what you did wrong. Maybe it was
something she just needed to do. Wake up, asshole and realize what you had. No
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woman wants a crying drunk.” He turned away and took the bottle of whiskey with
him.
Well, fuck it. Steve didn’t care at this point if it was him or Lissa who’d fucked up.
He wanted her. He needed her. She’d gone and messed up his bed, turned his brains
upside down and inside out and then split, leaving him lost and alone. And apparently
drunk. He wasn’t crying, no matter what Barb said.
This whole thing fucking sucked ass, big time. He wanted his woman and he, Steve
Mitchell, was gonna get her back, somehow. He was gonna make her see what they
had. That it worked, dammit. Or if it didn’t, they could fix it so it did. Whatever.
Steve downed the last of the drink and set it calmly on the bar. He opened his eyes
wide as if hit by an epiphany, and fell backwards with a thud onto the floor.
“Oh, shit.” The bartender walked around the bar and picked Steve up. With the
ease of much practice, he tossed the limp body into the back storeroom where a well-
used mattress lay on the floor.
“By the way Steve, the name is Bob. I’m Barb when I go out to the gay bars.”
* * * * *
Four weeks later…
“Do you have the Firth report ready, Ms. Henderson?”
Lissa looked up to see the corporate statistics manager standing officiously next to
her desk. “Yes, sir.” She passed him a folder, neatly labeled.
“And the summation of the research information?”
“Yes, sir.” Another folder joined the first one.
He nodded. “Very good. I can see you’ll be an asset to Dickens and Barrow.” He
glanced at her. “Settling in all right?”
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Lissa blinked. Seeing as the allotted space into which she was supposed to settle
measured approximately four feet square, it hadn’t been a huge undertaking. “Yes.
Thank you, sir.”
“Good.” He turned. “I’ll be taking these along then. Oh, and we’ll need coffee for
six in the conference room at 11:30 sharp. See to it, would you?”
“Yes, sir.”
Lissa returned to her monitor and sighed. No, she wasn’t settling in okay. She was
flat-out miserable and she knew it. Her world was encompassed by three-and-a-half
gray cubicle walls, bare of anything but a blank calendar and a utilitarian clock. Her
rented-by-the-month room was equally as dreary. She didn’t have a plant, a friend or
much of anything except this job as a member of the statistics department.
In fact she was so depressed she’d probably have committed suicide by now,
splattering her blood all over the gray fabric of the cubicle partition, except that she
couldn’t figure out how to successfully end her life with a half-inch stapler and an
optical mouse.
The scissors were, apparently, rationed. She had to be there three months to qualify
for sharp objects.
She glanced at the clock. Twenty minutes and she’d have to play waitress, a task
traditionally passed to the newest employee. Dickens and Barrow, Statisticians was an
equal opportunity delegator, it seemed. At least it was a job. At least she had a place to
live and food to eat. In two years she might be able to afford a goldfish.
And she had her damn car. Of course she didn’t use it. She walked to the office
every day.
It had been parked ever since Lissa had moved in to the little apartment. Ever since
she had fled the trailer—and him. She couldn’t look at it without remembering…
She’d awoken next to him and lain still for a while, just listening to him snore. She’d
stared around the trailer, wondered if the drapes needed washing and a chill had begun
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to creep into her heart. Fear choked her, and she’d slipped from the bed, shaking, as she
realized the implications of their lovemaking.
She, Lissa Henderson, poster child for the Sexually Free Generation, had done the
unthinkable. She’d fallen in love with Steve Mitchell.
No question about it, she was head-over-heels for the guy and she’d never been so
scared in her life. Blinded by visions of a future that led to mortgages, joint bank
accounts, her parents and kids—God help them—Lissa shook even more as she dressed.
She had to get away. Put some space between them. Think…think about what she
wanted from life. She grabbed on to her original goals. Freedom. Freedom to be herself
without restrictions.
They were the only constant in her life, right now. The man snoring quietly in the
bed was a major threat. Sure, she loved him now, but what about five years from now?
Ten years? Supposing he didn’t love her?
It was all too scary, too frightening to deal with. And Lissa did what she’d done
once before.
She ran.
It had seemed the right thing to do, especially when she met the mechanic on his
way to the trailer with the news that the thingamajig was installed and she was good to
go.
She was indeed good to go.
So she went.
And she’d regretted it every single minute of every single day since.
* * * * *
“May I help you, sir?”
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The inquiry was polite and came from the small woman behind the hugely
efficient-looking desk in the lobby of Dickens and Barrow, Statisticians. The rather
elegant nameplate read “Susan”.
“I’m looking for Lissa Henderson.”
“Oh. One moment…” She typed keys and clicked her mouse. “I’m sorry, I’m not
showing anyone by that name. Did you have an appointment?”
“No. But she works here. Try Melissa Henderson.”
More typing and clicking followed as hushed footsteps moved in and out of the
lobby. “Ah, yes, here we are. Ms. Henderson is new. She’s in the corporate statistics
division.”
“Where’s that?”
“Oh, well…I’m sorry. You can’t go in there. I’ll have to ring her supervisor to see if
she can be spared for a few moments.”
Steve Mitchell ground his teeth. “Where is she?”
Susan’s eyes darted to a double glass door and then back to the man in front of her
desk. “I told you, I’m not at liberty to say.”
Steve took a breath and bit down on his temper. It wasn’t this woman’s fault his
collar was chafing his neck, and his tie felt like it was going to strangle him. He’d
unwillingly slid back into the trappings of conventional business attire, but he didn’t
have to like it.
If it got him Lissa, it was worth it.
“Over there, is it?” He nodded at the doors.
“No. Sir. I must insist…” Her chair scraped on the floor as she stood up, following
Steve.
He was headed in the right direction, he just knew it. He could almost smell her, and
the knowledge his hunt was nearing its end sent his pulse rate into overdrive.
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“You can’t go in there, sir.” Susan pattered after him, heels clicking across the
marble floor. “Sir. Sir, really…I must insist…”
She skidded to a halt, arms outstretched, barring his way and panting.
Steve sighed. He reached out, put his hands under her armpits and lifted her bodily
off the floor, putting her down again on one side. “Fine. Insist away. Just do it from
there, okay?”
He walked past her and into the large office.
Heads popped up over cubicle walls as he slammed into the room, rather like
startled gophers emerging from their holes.
He ignored them. There was only one head he wanted to see…and there it was. All
the way in the back of the room.
He frowned as he threaded his way through endless ranks of barren and boring
walls. She’d done something dreadful to her hair. And what the hell was she wearing?
The woman who turned towards him holding a large tray full of coffee stuff sure
didn’t look like the woman who’d fucked him blind.
This one had hair skinned back so tight his eyes watered just looking at it. A shirt
buttoned up to her neck even tighter than his, and her skirt was a dull brown, ending
just below her knees and hiding every single inch of those luscious thighs he knew so
well.
For a split second he wondered if he’d made a mistake, that this was the wrong
woman. But then he saw her eyes. It was Lissa.
She froze as she recognized him, halfway into a step forward. Just froze, standing
there, staring at him like he was some kind of three-headed alien. The way the rest of
the people in the room were looking at him, he wondered if it might be true.
Then she began to smile and everyone and everything else disappeared.
“Steve?”
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It was a whisper, but damned if he didn’t hear it loud as could be. He strode
towards her ignoring the muted chatter that had begun. “Where the hell did you go?”
He stopped inches from the tray she held protectively in front of her, heart
pounding so loudly he could barely hear himself think. She didn’t answer him, just kept
staring at him, lips parted, throat moving even though no sound came out.
“Why the hell did you leave me? How could you walk away from what we have?”
She shook her head, tearing her gaze from his face.
“Goddammit…” He grabbed the tray and looked around, seeing a woman staring
openmouthed at them. “Here. Would you mind?” He passed her the tray. And she took
it, too.
He stepped right up to Lissa, nose-to-nose, chest to breast. “Look at you. All
buttoned up like somebody’s maiden aunt. This isn’t you. This is Melissa. I don’t want
this. I want Lissa. I want the real you.”
“You do?” She raised her eyes. “Really?”
“Fucking Christ, woman. What the hell do you think our time together was all
about? You think I go around spending endless days in bed screwing every single
female with a broken-down car?” He ground his teeth together. “D’you think I let every
single woman into my heart? That they all turn me into a crazy, crying drunk?”
“You’re not a crazy, crying drunk.” Lissa looked outraged.
“I was after you left. I called in so many favors from buddies at DMV trying to track
you down I’ll never repay the debts. But being able to see you one more time has made
it worth it.”
There was a sigh from two women who were leaning interestedly on the tops of
their cubicles, watching.
Lissa ignored them. “I got scared, okay?” Her chin came up. “I got frightened.”
“Of what?” Steve held on to his control by the skin of his teeth, torn with relief at
finally finding her and fury that she’d gone in the first place.
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“Of us. Of what was happening between us. I didn’t know if I could handle it, or if
you could, either.”
Steve took a big breath. “Well, don’t you think you owe it to both of us to find out?”
Lissa’s eyes were blurring as tears gathered. She gulped.
Steve couldn’t stop. “Don’t you think we deserve a chance to see if it works? If
we’ve got something special? Something that goes beyond the wildest sex I’ve ever had
in my entire life?”
“I don’t really know you, Steve. I don’t even know what you do for a living.”
Steve paused. “I’m a gynecologist.”
One cubicle wall toppled as three secretaries nearly fell over themselves listening.
They hurriedly straightened it, but didn’t move an inch.
Clearing her throat Lisa commented, “Well, that does explain a few things.”
“Are you happy, Lissa?” Steve lifted his hand and gently touched her cheek.
Seven more women sighed.
He let his hand drift to her hair, pulling at the pins and freeing it. “Are you happy
like this? Laced into the wrong clothes, doing the wrong job, being the wrong person?”
His hand fell to his side once more. “Are you happy without me?”
The tears overflowed from the blue eyes and trickled down over Lissa’s cheeks. She
shook her head. “No.” It was a sound of pure pain, and Steve did the only thing he
could do under the circumstances.
He took her in his arms and kissed her. He kissed her with every ounce of passion,
love, frustration and heat that he possessed. And when she moaned and kissed him
back, his heart damn near stopped.
He didn’t hear the clatter of chairs being tipped over, or the sighs and cheers of the
other office workers. He didn’t hear the buzzing of phones that were going unanswered
while people stood up, stepped away from their desks and watched the big romance
scene being played out just feet in front of them.
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He didn’t even hear the mighty crash of the tray full of coffee cups as it fell from a
woman’s hands onto the floor, shattering at her feet as she clapped and cheered in the
middle of the debris.
He did hear Lissa’s heart racing. He heard her breath, and the sound of her hair as it
flowed over his hand.
Her lips were soft, parting readily to welcome his hungry tongue. Steve damn near
devoured her on the spot, desperate to taste her once more, to know that she was really
in his embrace, breasts squashed against his shirt, writhing as he plundered her mouth.
His arms tightened and he lifted her clean off her feet, tearing his lips from hers.
“Well, Lissa?”
She was still crying, but she was laughing, too. “Put me down, you bastard. Yes,
I’ve missed you beyond words. Missed your smile. Missed your teasing.” She leaned to
his ear. “And missed a very important part of you.”
He grinned. “It missed you, too. Been moping around for weeks. Couldn’t get
interested in anything, even the cat.”
“You don’t have a cat.”
He squeezed her. “I do now. And an apartment, and an interview for a new job
close by.”
She laughed again then looked around, realizing they were the focus of the entire
room. “Steve, put me down.” She wriggled.
“Uh-uh.”
“Steve…”
He shifted her weight, but kept her feet off the floor. “I’m not risking it. You’ll run
away again and I’m gonna have to spend more miserable hours digging around trying
to trace you.” He cupped her ass as he held her. “I have better things in mind for our
future.”
“I…” She opened her mouth to argue, but he stopped her with another savage kiss.
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Finally, she pulled back. “Okay.”
Steve wondered if his face would split from the width of his smile. He walked the
length of the room, past blurred faces, some laughing, a couple wiping their eyes and
most everybody applauding enthusiastically.
One older woman was unashamedly sobbing. “It’s just like my favorite movie.” She
blew her nose loudly.
Steve just kept smiling and heading for the exit. At the end, Susan stood, grinning
from ear to ear and holding open the heavy glass door. “You found her, then.”
He grinned back. “Yep.” He stopped and turned. “And in case there’s any
question…” He raised his voice. “Ms. Henderson just called in sick.”
The room erupted into chaos, and the noise of cheering, whistling and thunderous
applause followed Steve as he carried Lissa out of Dickens and Barrow, Statisticians,
away from the constraints of the “normal” world, and into the elevator.
“So are you really a gynecologist?” Lissa asked.
“Just practicing. I’m actually a newspaper writer.”
He set Lissa on her feet in front of him. “Well, where do we go from here? Up or
down?”
More faces stared in at them from the foyer as the doors began to close. Lissa
giggled, that sexy giggle that made his balls ache. She dropped to her knees, lowering
his zipper. “We’re going down.”
The End
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About the authors
Sahara Kelly was transplanted from old England to New England where she now
lives with her husband and teenage son. Making the transition from her historical
regency novels to Romantica™ has been surprisingly easy, and now Sahara can’t
imagine writing anything else. She is dedicated to the premise that everybody should
have fantasies.
The authors welcome mail from readers. You can write to them c/o Ellora’s Cave
Publishing at 1337 Commerce Drive, #13, Stow, Ohio 44224.
Also by Sahara Kelly
A Kink In Her Tails
All Night Videos: For Research Purposes Only
Beating Level Nine
The Glass Stripper
Guardians Of Time 1: Alana’s Magic Lamp
Guardians of Time 2: Finding The Zero-G Spot
The Gypsy Lovers
Hansell and Gretty
The Knights Elemental
Lyndhurst and Lydia
Madam Charlie
Magnus Ravynne and Mistress Swann
Mesmerized
Mystic Visions
Partners In Passion 1: Justin and Eleanor
Partners In Passion 2: No Limits
Persephone’s Wings
Peta And The Wolfe
Scars of the Lash
Sizzle
The Sun God’s Woman
Tales of the Beau Monde 1: Lying With Louisa
Tales of the Beau Monde 2: Miss Beatrice’s Bottom
Tales of the Beau Monde 3: Lying With Louisa
Tales of the Beau Monde 4: Pleasuring Miss Poppy
Wingin’ It
Also by S. L. Carpenter
Betty And The Beast
Dark Lust
In the End
Learning to Live Again
Partners In Passion 1: Eleanor and Justin – with Sahara Kelly
Partners In Passion 2: No Limits – with Sahara Kelly
Slippery When Wet
Strange Lust 1
Strange Lust 2
Toys 4 Us
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publisher Ellora’s Cave. Whether you prefer e-books or paperbacks, be sure to visit EC
on the web at www.ellorascave.com for an erotic reading experience that will leave you
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