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  Part of me wondered how anyone could be fooled by attempts to look like anything but a woman getting a hand job in the middle of a bar on a busy Friday night. Couldn't they see the sparks flying? How could they miss the molten ore coursing through the fabric of my jeans, catching my lover's fingers like matchsticks as she ignited a series of forest fires that might spread and consume our table and everything surrounding it?

  But everything continued as if nothing were out of the usual, though it did seem like everything was in slow motion with voices totally out of synch with the people speaking to each other. I gazed over at the bar, my mouth slightly open as my zipper was slowly lowered and I felt the soft cool flesh of my lover's hand move between me and my briefs, trailing through the short crop of crinkled hair before moving expertly through throbbing nether lips and into places that begged to be filled.

  I registered the fact that Josie was smiling as she dried off a few glasses, all the while keeping her eyes on what was going on at the back table in the dark corner.

  My eyes locked with hers; she knew a secret and it was up to me to find out what it was. My hips rocked against my lover's hand and I felt my belt buckle almost slip to the floor.

  "Last call, boys and girls," Josie yelled before moving to the jukebox and putting on some of the newer music. It wasn't long before half the patrons got up and took to the dance floor while the other half bellied up to the bar. Josie winked my way as the tables nearby emptied and I was left alone to endure my torture.

  I moved a shaky hand onto her thigh and she ceased all movement. "This is my show, my way, get it? I'll tell you what I want when I want it." I swallowed and nodded, pulling my hand away, letting it flop back onto the table like some floundering fish. My mouth was open as I panted and she plunged. My eyes rolled back into my head and my head tilted back as she worked me over. I jerked as my hand was taken gently and slipped under her blouse. Her flesh was soft and smooth and slightly cool as if her actions of turning me into an inferno were not affecting her in the least.

  My breathing was ragged and my legs wide as I rode her, not caring if anyone knew what was going on, what planet I was currently inhabiting or if I'd somehow slipped into another dimension, one lacking sound.

  As another finger stretched me wide I groaned, "more," and she complied until I was totally filled with her long delicious fingers. She'd moved so close that she was almost sitting in my lap. An image of me fucking her against the wall assaulted my senses, pushing me closer to the precipice. I wanted to see her writhe like she was making me, I wanted to feel one of her slender legs wrapped around my waist as I filled her with my dick, her hands gripping my harness tightly, urging me on.

  My mind pulled reluctantly from such images as my hand was pushed up to cup her breast, full and silky. And as my finger outlined the barbells piercing her nipple, my mouth opened and I screamed silently as my world spun out of control.

  Another beer was pushed into my hand and I drank greedily from the bottle, my head spinning and my senses aroused beyond anything I'd ever experienced. I could touch her scent, feel her voice, see her touch molding me, setting me free.

  And as I turned to her, I managed a smile while she pulled her fingers out and painted her upper chest with my essence. "For later," she said and returned the smile. The truth of who she was suddenly hit me and I could still feel my knees almost touching my chest as I peddled my bike the two miles out to her house. "Hey, Connie, how you been?"

  She smiled back and then licked what was left of the moisture on her fingers. "How does it feel like I've been?" I shook my head, still in the daze of an afterglow. All I knew was I'd been fucked so well that any reasonable thought beyond the sentence I'd barely gotten out was totally out of the question. I blinked lazily as she chuckled and pulled my clothing into something resembling normal.

  I was still sitting there dazed as she got up and stood by the table. "This was just my way of saying 'hey, I've moved back into town.'" I followed her stupidly out of the bar and ran smack dab into her as she stopped by my Harley. Her rich laughter filled the air and I relished every bit of it as the cool night air brought me back to my senses. "I see some things haven't changed, though I gotta say I'm gonna miss that Schwinn you used to own." She snuggled up beside me as I got on my bike. "I would have been back sooner but I had to wait until my father died and left the house to me. Old fool had me moved east as if a private school could beat the gayness out of me." She hugged me close. "But now I'm back and I can resume the life I wanted." She paused and then slipped a hand under my jacket. "Unless you've moved on the last fifteen years?"

  I grabbed her hand as she tried to pull it away, sensing she might have made a mistake and stepped into a relationship already in the works.

  "There could never be anyone but you, Connie, you know that."

  She hugged me close. "Never been anyone for me neither, lover. Almost killed me when my old man moved me away without me even being able to write you a note."

  I shrugged. "Figured you might have moved on, got married and raised some kids." I could feel her lips on the nape of my neck.

  "You're the only baby I want in my life, sugar. Ain't no man got what we have and never could." She tapped my shoulder. "Now let's get out of here." I pointed the Harley away from my house, away from the painful memories and into a brand new life with the woman I'd always loved. We'd both just been in a holding pattern until things got back to square one.

  As I sped down the road, the wind in my hair and my darling clutching me closely, my heart was full.

  I BLINKED AT the clock as its tick tock finally worked its way through my haze. I wondered what day it was, even what year. As my eyes focused on the dingy light bulb hanging from the center of the room reality slammed back into me with a force that might have put fissures into my back molars had they been in contact with the rest of my teeth. We were in a cheap motel. That much I could remember. Every muscle and bone within me felt abused and I eyed the empty Dasani bottles that littered the floor. Water was the source of all life but I knew there was another fuel that kept me alive. Connie.

  She sat in the corner quietly doing her nails. All of her tools were spread out on the table in front of her, a mini pharmacy of lotions, colored polish and smelly concoctions. Her foot tapped silently, her shapely leg bent casually over her other knee.

  I sat with my back plastered against the wall, trails of sweat still slowly making their way through my soaked hair. I knew she was aware of my gaze by the curl of her lips. The soft wisp of her nailbrush accentuated the silence, along with my raspy breath. It had been a long night and I should be dead tired and fried, and yet I felt ready to go another 15 rounds with the champ.

  My hands fidgeted in my lap, the heat from my well-used body almost welding them together. I felt flushed as if my skin had been reduced to fine coals, banked well to last. I managed to untangle one hand from the other and pulled the sodden sheet away from my belly. I closed my eyes tightly as the scent of our lovemaking wafted up. Well, so much for banked embers. The tip of my tongue snaked out and licked at her memory. And still she sat across the room, pretending to ignore me.

  One hand trembled as I brought it to my lips long enough to coat it before sending it sliding over one nipple and then the other. It took everything I had not to moan at the contact.wasn't sure whether it was the pain of what we'd done last night, all night, or the absence of it but I felt rocked to the core.

  Even with eyes closed tightly, I could still see her teeth, bright as pearls against her dark skin, pulling at me, tempting me to heights I longed to stay at, before replacing sharpness with a soft silken tongue, lavishing her way down my body before staking her claim on the very core of me. My toes curled at the memories and I longed to burn again.

  I panted with mouth opened, lost in my thoughts, oblivious of the creak of her chair. My eyes opened wide as a black dildo slowly slipped between my lips. "I'm gonna fuck that nice mouth of yours for a while, Tony, just to loosen you
up. Been a long night, huh?" I swallowed and snaked my tongue up and down the shaft of her dildo. My tongue engaged every plastic vein, every crease of the head she fucked me with as my hips kept rhythm and my hands held onto the sheets for dear life.

  No woman had ever taken me this way; I preferred to be on top, the dominant one who led her prey from one sensuous attack to another. But here I sat, wishing the dick was plunging in and out between other lips, my bruised flesh already throbbing and begging to join the fun. But all I could do was slide slowy back down onto the damp sheets, silently accepting everything she was willing to do to and for me.

  Suddenly my mouth was vacant and I opened my eyes, wildly wondering if my torture was just ending or changing venues. I'd learned at a young age that Connie loved to tease me to a fevered state. My trembling fingers spread my labia in invitation and now I had the upper hand. Connie bit down on her lower lip as she eased the dick inside me, just enough to coat it with my essence.

  My breath stilled, making my lungs feel like they'd been filled with lead as she lifted one leg and settled her foot against the molten flesh between my legs. Her eyes fluttered closed as she pushed the dick slowly into her hot cunny. I watched as the dildo was pushed inside up to the hilt. It was coated with my spit, my want, making a clear slick path for a part of me that I never knew I wanted. But at that moment I would have given anything to feel her lips sliding up and down my cock, the building heat urging me deeper and harder, feeling her muscles expand and contract around my engorged flesh.

  Moving faster than I ever thought possible, I tore the sheets from my body and had my dusky skinned lover wide-eyed and gasping as I inched the other end of the dildo into my waiting cunt.

  Her knees were high and her mouth slack as I began to move and adjust the plastic, gripping it with muscles as hard and stiff as steel. I could feel a roar in my ears as I began my rhythm, getting caught on the sounds she was making, greasing me like a piston suddenly made flesh.

  My fingers snagged her nipples, squeezing and kneading them with every thrust until my ears rang as she screamed my name, the sound echoing from wall to wall. But still I continued, my buttocks tight, my center dripping, and my hands still pulling at her flesh. When her screams were replaced with moans and soft whimpers, I slowed my pace, my eyes blinded by a whiteout of pure ecstasy.

  The tip of my clit felt distended and raw, having banged against the soft curls of my lover's mound for what seemed like hours. Her knees were still high, her legs still clenched around my middle, and I could feel the aftershocks of her orgasm as I slipped a finger along side of my dick, stretching her swollen flesh a little bit more. I could tell by the glazed look in her eyes that she wasn't done with me. A sad sigh slipped from between her pouting lips as I withdrew.

  I could hear her panting as she rolled over and ground the sheets between her teeth, again urging me on. I leaned in, kissed her softly between the shoulder blades and helped her to her knees. Her vagina was fully distended, open and waiting for my next move. I laved the swollen flesh with my mouth and tongue until her ass rocked against my face and then, after generously coating my hand with lube, plunged in three fingers, wiggling them until I heard her beg for more.

  I was lost in the sweet sight of her body accepting more and more of me until my wrist slipped passed her lips and I was enveloped in white heat. The pucker of her ass pulsed along with the muscles of her sweet cunt as my hand was held tightly. Adding a bit more lube, I pushed in deeper and then withdrew, waiting until she pushed back, impaling herself on me in a slow dance of lust.

  I rimmed her ass with my thumb, wanting to fill every hole, every part of her until there was no difference between the flesh we shared.

  I twisted my wrist, flexed my fingers and probed every fold, bump and hollow. She fucked my hand deeply, allowing the first knuckles to be seen before they plunged back inside.could feel her silky flesh ripple and I thrust my thumb in and out of her ass, pushing her over the edge. My mind went white again as I felt her balloon out, her muscles momentarily releasing their grip on my hand as she came and came again.

  And when I pulled out slowly, wiping the bruised length of her pussy in thanks, I was surprised as the dildo I still had clenched within me flopped down onto the floor. Moving her legs wider, pressing my sweaty body against her exhausted heaving flesh, I tangled my fingers between hers, and rested my cheek against her back. "God, you're so good to me."

  Connie groaned as she looked at her damaged nails. "If you keep this up we'll never get to my place, baby."

  I smiled at the red polish streaks bright against the white sheets. Her nails felt fuzzy and dull. I chuckled, wondering just how many coats we'd ruined in the past 36 hours.

  "Oh, fuck it. Neither one of us could have waited that long," I said in a very lazy voice. At that moment I didn't care if we ever left this room, now that I'd found her again. I smiled at that. It felt like the intervening years between us were nothing but smoke.

  She moved slowly beneath me and I lifted my body until she was once more facing me. A pool of sweat gathered between her nice small breasts, the barbell twinkling at me. She tried to lift her legs up to cuddle me closer but gave up with a weak moan. I could feel the heat building again as she leaned up and purred into my ear, "No, sugar, fuck me. I think there are a few places that need your undivided attention." I feasted on her lips and tongue for awhile. She was sweet nectar I couldn't get enough of. I grabbed a bottle of water off the night stand and guzzled its contents. 'Ali, Ali, Ali,' chanted within my mind as an imaginary bell announced the next round.

  Edenfield Road

  by Victoria Oldham

  THEY MET AS the sirens screamed around them. How it had missed her house, Leah didn't know. She heard it as it careened around the sharp curve above the house, and she braced for the car to hit the wall as it had seven years before. Instead, seconds later, she heard it slam into something else, and before she could even put on her fuzzy blue robe and slippers, people from the White Lion Pub across the street were already surrounding the car and calling for help.

  Leah glanced back up the street, and the flashing lights illuminated the skid marks around the bend, which sharply turned again just before her wall. Had the driver hesitated one more second, he would have been parked in her living room.

  She sat watching as the emergency team peeled back the roof of the car. They all stayed around the driver as they lifted him out and loaded him quickly into the ambulance. It drove off, lights flashing, sirens screaming, and Leah watched it until the lights no longer bounced off the buildings as it raced past.

  "Excuse me, Miss?"

  Leah, startled, look up at a woman with impossibly high cheek bones and full, naturally red lips. She found herself unable to speak because of the butterflies that suddenly invaded her stomach and subsequently turned her tongue to mush.

  "Sit down, and I'll be right back. Don't move." With that, the fire-fighter turned and loped back toward the long red truck, her broad back moving easily under her large yellow jacket.

  Leah did as she was told, sitting down on the curb, tucking her knees up tight against her chest and wrapping her robe around her legs so she didn't flash anyone.

  The fire-fighter returned and draped a large leather jacket around her shoulders, lightly brushing the side of Leah's breast as she pulled away. Leah prayed it wasn't accidental. Only then did she realize how hard she'd been shivering.

  She smiled gratefully. "Thanks. I didn't realize I was so cold."

  A shout came from the crash site, and the gorgeous woman immediately turned around. Striding off, she called over her shoulder, "I'll be back in a few. Just stay warm, okay?" She gave Leah a quick, soft grin before she was engaged by fellow fire fighters directing traffic and mopping up the crash site.

  Leah nodded, cursing herself mentally for not finding something cute and witty to say. Although, it probably wasn't polite to ask emergency personnel back to your place when they had just saved someone's life, was it?
She curled further into the warmth of the soft leather and inhaled, recognizing the scent of CK One. She thought of the woman's broad shoulders and wondered what color her eyes were, since it was far too dark to tell.

  The fire fighter came back about ten minutes later, and Leah thought about what she must look like, sitting there in her robe and slippers, with a borrowed leather jacket draped over her shoulders.

  The woman leaned down and stared intently into Leah's eyes.

  "I think you might be in a bit of shock. Why don't you go inside, get something hot to drink, and get some sleep. Tomorrow will be better."

  Leah nodded and began to shrug out of the jacket, embarrassed when her robe opened slightly to reveal a bit of cleavage.

  The fire fighter took a deep breath and, barely remembering to make eye contact instead of stare at the woman's exposed flesh, she said, "Why don't you hold on to my jacket, and bring it by the station tomorrow? That way you don't get chilled walking back to the house."

  Leah stared back at the woman's strong face and intense eyes and said, "Okay."

  "Tomorrow, then," and the gorgeous woman backed away, smiling, until she reached her truck and fellow emergency workers, who seemed to be dishing out some good natured teasing about having held them up.

  LEAH TOOK A deep breath as she walked up to Rochdale Volunteer Fire Station, smoothing her sweaty palms down the front of her pants.

  She called that morning and asked if this was the station that had responded to the accident on Edenfield Road the night before, and if so, might she request the name of the female firefighter? The woman on the other end of the line suddenly had other calls to answer, and after a few minutes of waiting, Leah smiled when she heard a familiar voice pick up.