Title: Confessions Lead to Strange Bedfellows
Author: Kimberly21570
Fandoms: Guiding Light / All My Children
Pairings: Olivia and Natalia / Lena and Bianca
Disclaimers and other Assorted Ramblings: The characters of Olivia and Emma Spencer, Natalia and Rafe Rivera, Doris Wolfe, Rick Bauer, Frank Cooper, and Jane, the nanny are owned by CBS/TeleNext and Proctor & Gamble. The characters of Lena Kundera, Bianca Montgomery, Kendal Hart Slater, Zach and Ian Slater belong to ABC/Disney and Prospect Park. The original characters of Jennifer, Tracy, Jacob and Dylan Jackson-Morgan and their extended family, Detective Sargent Langston Malloy, and her mother, Carrigan (Carrie) McKenna Malloy, Attorney Danika Kováč, and her mother Alaina (Laney) Brennan Kováč, Judge Bennett Thomas and her daughters, Rian and Lauren, Jake, Jacqueline, and Preston Morgan, and Toni Martin are the property of this author, and any resemblance to fictional characters, or real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Finally, the Realdoe® strapless dildo is a product of Ergogenics, Inc. I'd post a link to their website, but that would probably get me banned from the boards. ;-) Suffice it to say, if you've never tried one of these with your partner—or even alone—you're missing out. Just Google them, and make sure you have their official site, not some rip-off site or even Amazon.
No copyright infringement intended with regard to Guiding Light, CBS/TeleNext, Proctor & Gamble, All My Children, ABC/Disney, Prospect Park, or any other person or entity. The dialogue, settings, and story content in these scenes are original. Written for fun, not profit. All other standard disclaimers apply.
Many thanks to my friend and favorite FFW, WickedWanda926, and my friend newfan64 for the edit on this one. On a related note, once again, I have made some changes to the text in this update since their last edit, and thus, any mistakes contained herein are solely my responsibility. Thank you to all who continue to read and/or comment. I appreciate the time you have invested in this story.
Rating: This section of Chapter 16 is rated NC-17 for colorful language and overt sexual content. This one if most definitely NSFW.
Happy Fourth of July to you all!
I hope y'all continue to enjoy!
Kimberly
Confessions Lead to Strange Bedfellows
Copyright May 2009
"When you meet someone so different from yourself, in a good way, you don't even have to kiss to have fireworks go off."
— Lisa Schroeder, I Heart You, You Haunt Me
Chapter 16.7 – A Few Fireworks of Our Own:
Saturday, July 4, 2009… The Bauer Barbecue—7:30 p.m. Central Daylight Time
"Who's the girl attached at Lauren's hip?" Doris inquired, as she slowly sipped on her sweet tea, the condensation from the melting ice making a slow descent down the cold glass, dripping onto her lap, creating an expanding patch of darkened material on her thigh. It was refreshing, but it had nothing on the sweet tea she'd come to crave after her first visit to Bennett's childhood home in Charleston.
Bennett's mother was a fierce, demanding woman with high expectations for her daughter. But beneath the critical exterior beat the heart of a true Southern woman, and hospitality was her forte. No one visited her home in the summertime without lingering on the wrap-around porch in the afternoon, sipping freshly-brewed sweet tea, served from a crystal pitcher and consumed from a matching crystal glass, with a sprig of mint and a juicy slice of lemon for a dash of unexpected flavor.
And now here they were, having come full-circle, as they lounged side-by-side on another sultry summer afternoon, watching the two young women shooting hoops against Rian and Tracy. It felt so much like the sprawling summer afternoons they'd shared in Charleston: Endless hours of time with no demands to detract from the experience of simply being together—a stark contrast to their days amidst the pressures of law school. Except now they didn't have to hide their feelings for one another.
That realization struck Doris. Hard. And she couldn't resist the urge to touch her. Reaching out, she took Bennett's hand in a silent display of their connection.
"No idea," Bennett replied, as she accepted the proffered hand without comment, instinctively entwining their fingers.
The young woman bounced out to create space, and then dribbled the ball back and forth between her two hands, effectively keeping Rian guessing as to whether she would break right… or break left, as she moved toward the basket. Just as Rian moved toward her, thinking she would break left, the girl passed the ball behind her back with her left hand, spun around, grabbed it with her right, and with a beautifully executed jump shot, sank it like a pro. Bennett grinned at the look of utter consternation on Rian's face. "But it looks like she's got Rian's number."
"Well, she's certainly giving her a run for her money," Doris commented.
Unable to argue Doris's point, Bennett nodded. "It's good for her," she declared. "It'll keep her humble."
"Something tells me it'll be Lauren who has that girl's number before the night is over," Doris surmised from the looks the two of them were sharing.
Shaking her head, Bennett indicated disagreement. "Lauren's never shown any interest in women," she reported.
Doris offered a pitying smile. "Darling, don't you know by now that women are only straight, until they're not?"
Bennett laughed. "Or at least she's assumed to be, I suppose." Her own words struck her, and she paused for a moment, considering Doris's comment and the greater meaning. "I see your point," she readily conceded.
A playful grin teased at Doris's lips. "Thought you might," she said. Leaning over, she brushed her mouth against Bennett's. "I love you," she murmured. "And I'm so proud to be here with you."
An affectionate smile played on Bennett's lips. "I love you too, DJ," she whispered, her heart full with emotion. "And proud doesn't even begin to cover how I feel about being out in the open with you."
"This has been a really nice day," Doris sighed contentedly, thinking over all of the interactions they'd shared with the various townspeople who were in attendance at the Bauer's annual event. Other than Rick's fumbling of the platter of meat, to which Doris and Bennett had been completely oblivious, and a few muttered words of disgust from Alan when he finally spotted them together, no one had even really batted an eyelash at the two of them. Even Frank hadn't seemed surprised to see them together; though, they hadn't been privy to his mutterings and inner musings about there being something in the water around Springfield. All-said, they had been treated as though they'd always been together, as though that was the way it should have been. And that was exactly how they felt about it.
Nodding, Bennett agreed. "I'd say this was about as perfect a public coming out as we could have imagined," she declared. "And like I said before… if our relationship somehow jeopardizes my place on the bench, then the bench isn't where I belong anymore." She met Doris's gaze then, sincerity in her dark eyes. "Being with you is what matters most, DJ."
Doris smiled. "Ditto," she readily agreed. "I would give up being Mayor right now if it meant I could be with you forever."
"It's not going to come to that," Bennett said with confidence.
"You sound so certain," Doris commented, sounding skeptical.
"That's because I am."
"Alan has a mean streak," Doris reminded. "I wouldn't put it past him to try to use this against us."
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, okay?" Bennett suggested. "Besides, what would you do all day if you weren't the Mayor?"
"Well, I'd be your housewife," Doris stated, sounding almost proud of herself.
"Wait, what?" Bennett sputtered.
"You know, I'd have your slippers waiting for you at the door, and dinner on the table, every night when you come home."
Bennett nearly fell out of her chair, laughing.
Monday, June 22, 2009… Danika Kováč's Room, The Beacon—12:30 p.m. Central Daylight Time
"How are you feeling?"
Always on the lookout for unspoken cues, Jacqueline sat on the edge of the bed next to Langston, dark eyes slowly perusing her niece's face for any flashes of pain or discomfort. She reached out, brushing a hand along Langston's cheek. "Is the Vicodin keeping the pain at bay?"
"Well, it's certainly keeping me knocked out," Langston replied, avoiding any semblance of a real answer. "I don't want any more of that shit. It's causing some really weird-ass dreams."
"Oh?" Jacqueline intoned, interest piqued. "Like what?"
"Like seeing mom and Aunt Laney when they were young—and then older, both of them with gray hair, which is impossible. Dakota was barking and carrying on. And then there was a baby crying."
Jacqueline visibly stiffened, and prayed that Langston hadn't taken note of her reaction.
"I saw him," Langston continued, too wrapped up in the story to notice. "He looked like me, but I know he wasn't, obviously. Mom was holding him, whispering to him so he wouldn't cry. He reached for me, but I couldn't get to him in time, and then they all disappeared."
"That's quite a dream," Jacqueline said soothingly. "No wonder you seem a little anxious."
Langston certainly couldn't argue with her aunt's assessment. "I need to be calm and lucid so I can get Dani out of here."
"That's not going to happen," Jacqueline said commandingly. Gingerly, she loosened the tape on the gauze that covered Langston's wound, checking for any signs of infection. There was a bit of redness around the edges, which was to be expected; but no indication of anything out of the ordinary. Reaching into her medical bag, she pulled out the tube of antibiotic ointment she'd picked up at the pharmacy along with the prescription of pain pills. "At least not for a while."
"I don't have a choice, Jacqué," Langston countered. Pushing her palms into the mattress, she attempted to scoot upright in the bed, only to be stopped cold by a searing pain that shot through her chest. She winced, her entire face turning ashen.
Defeated, she cursed and slumped back down on the mattress. So much for taking control of the situation. How had she allowed herself to be placed in such a vulnerable position?
"You're right," Jacqueline agreed, as she plucked the cap off of the tube, and began applying the ointment to the edges of the wound where she had excised the necrotic skin left in the wake of the bullet's entrance. "You don't have a choice. Clearly, you're not up to traveling."
"That's not what I meant," Langston sulked.
Jacqueline smiled faintly. Langston looked so much like her mother when she made that face. The only thing missing was the defiantly crossed arms—an impossibility for the young woman, given her recent injury. "I understand that," she consoled, reaffixing the tape to Langston's warm skin. She pulled her stethoscope from her bag then, donning it with practiced efficiency. "But I'm the doctor here, remember? I need you to listen to reason."
"Listening to reason could get us all killed," Langston argued.
"I'll set up a protective detail right outside the suite, if that will make you feel better," Jacqueline offered. It wasn't like they weren't all accustomed to living with armed guards. This time though, they would be trained law enforcement, rather than mafia goons.
"We can't trust anyone from around here," Langston asserted. "Not even the cops. My Chief is honestly the only one I would trust with anything right now."
"Then I'll hire a private security team from somewhere out of your father's reach—New York or maybe L.A.," Jacqueline suggested. "But you're not leaving here until I know you can protect your family, me included."
Knowing she had no room to argue, Langston nodded her assent. "Fine," she sighed disgruntledly. And then she realized what Jacqueline had said, and she regarded her with curiosity and concern. "Why you included?"
"Preston is dead, Langston," Jacqueline reported emotionlessly. "They found him in the office this morning. He'd been there since last Friday. I thought he was at the club with his cronies," she added matter-of-factly.
If Langston was surprised, her face didn't show it. "Does it look like a hit?"
"I don't honestly know," Jacqueline answered with a shrug. "From what I was told, it looks like a heart attack. But you never know…"
She let the comment linger, allowing it to complete itself.
Langston simply nodded. She understood the subtext.
"Anyway, I had a visit from two of your colleagues earlier this morning," Jacqueline continued, as she stealthily moved her stethoscope along Langston's upper torso, listening for any irregularities. "Apparently, they think I had something to do with it, because I didn't report him missing."
"What!" Langston exclaimed incredulously, causing Jacqueline to jump from the volume piped into her ears via her medical instrument.
Instantly, Langston's entire body hummed with adrenaline. She tried again to sit upright, this time pushing through the pain until she had achieved her goal. "Who were they?" she demanded, not even registering the fact that the sheet had fallen around her waist, and she was still completely naked. "Where's my phone? I'll take care of this…"
"Langston, please calm down," Jacqueline said urgently. She turned her gaze away, and reached for the t-shirt Dani had left folded at the foot of the bed. Lifting it, she glanced back toward her niece. "And let me help you put this on."
"I don't need a fucking t-shirt, Jacqué," Langston groused. "I need my phone! How dare those assholes question my aunt like she's some…"
"They don't know you're my niece, remember?" Jacqueline said calmly. "No one in this town knows we're family. That's the way you wanted to play it."
She sounded hurt, and immediately, Langston felt ashamed. "I'm so sorry, Jacqué," Langston said softly, her blue eyes filled with remorse. "It wasn't you I was avoiding. You know that."
"Yes, I know," Jacqueline assured. "You didn't want any ties to the family business. I know you worked hard to extricate your life from theirs, and I've never blamed you."
"I know," Langston sighed in acknowledgment. "But I'm still sorry. And I'm sorry you had to deal with their questions. I really wish you'd let me take care of that, once and for all."
"There's no need," Jacqueline insisted. "Even if they'd known who I am to you, their questions would still be relevant. My husband was out of touch for three days, and I didn't even try to reach him. It doesn't matter that he was prone to staying gone like that. It looks suspicious to anyone with any sense, given the circumstances. So you can't be angry with your colleagues for doing their job."
Grudgingly, Langston relented. She knew Jacqueline was right; she was just reluctant to admit it. The mere thought of this generous, loving woman being questioned like some sort of black widow made her stomach turn. "I'll give you that," she said. "But I'm still not happy about it."
Knowing she'd been effective in deterring her niece, Jacqueline smiled. "Neither am I, dear," she sighed. "But it comes with the territory in this family."
"It doesn't have to anymore, Jacqué," Langston asserted. "With Preston gone, there are no more local ties to the family. You're free."
Jacqueline released a sigh of relief. "I know," she said. "And believe me, no one is more grateful."
Saturday, July 4, 2009… The Bauer Barbecue—7:30 p.m. Central Daylight Time
"Jacqueline?"
Pulled from her memories once again, Jacqueline Morgan turned toward the sound of a voice that was calling to her. It sounded as though it were coming from very far away, like in a dream, or from the end of a very long tunnel. All day long she had tried to enjoy the festivities with her family—Jen, and Tracy, and her grandsons. But no matter how hard she tried to focus on the here and now, her thoughts kept being drawn back to that last day with Langston.
When Jacqueline turned toward her, Jen smiled. "Where have you been?" she asked gently, her tone edged with concern for her former mother-in-law. "You seem almost… haunted."
A wry smile crept across Jacqueline's lips. "A fitting description, my dear," she confessed, as she gently patted Jen's thigh. "I was revisiting old ghosts."
Jen regarded the woman with obvious affection. "Anything I can do?"
Jacqueline barked out a cynical laugh. "Can you bring my niece back to me?"
Confused, Jen's face contorted. "Your niece?" she said, her tone asking the question. "I wasn't aware that you had a niece."
Jacqueline and her sister Carrie had been the only family members on Jake's side to attend their wedding. Preston, being the elitist that he was, had refused to attend, making it clear that he thought Jennifer Dylan, the daughter of a mere preacher, beneath his son, and not worthy to join his family.
Jen had a fleeting memory of being introduced to Carrie at the reception, but neither woman had spoken of family during the event. In fact, Jacqueline rarely spoke of family ties at all, except when Carrie died. It was then that Jacqueline had reached out to her. Concerned for Jacqueline's emotional wellbeing, Jen had offered to attend the funeral with her in Chicago; but Jacqueline quickly declined. She didn't explain why, and Jen knew better than to ask. She simply offered her condolences, and told Jacqueline to reach out if she needed anything at all.
"And that's exactly the way she wanted it," Jacqueline shared. "She didn't want any of Preston's… dealings… to affect her career."
Jen didn't need to ask what dealings Jacqueline was referencing. At this point, the entire State of Illinois knew of Preston Morgan's involvement with the Irish mafia. "What does she do?" she asked, curious.
"She's a detective with the Springfield P.D.," Jacqueline answered. With Preston dead, it didn't matter anymore who knew what, and why, and so for the first time in nearly decades, she elaborated on a family matter. "You know her, actually."
"Really?" The expression in Jen's eyes matched the surprise in her tone. "Who is she?"
"Langston Malloy."
Stunned, Jen just stared at her in silence.
Monday, June 22, 2009… Rhapsody, the Beacon—12:45 p.m. Central Daylight Time
Stepping through the heavy sliding glass doors that led to Rhapsody, the Bohemian-style coffee house at the Beacon, Bianca glanced around, taking in her surroundings. The girls were in Jane's capable hands, and she was looking forward to a little quiet time before taking them back to the farmhouse. The shop was bustling with guests, some grabbing a quick beverage on their way to a meeting, while others seemed to linger around the tables scattered throughout the establishment, sipping their drinks leisurely as they nibbled on muffins and croissants.
Moving to the ordering station, she requested a non-fat hazelnut latte. And then, paying for her purchase, she stepped aside, waiting with the throngs of other patrons while the barista created their overpriced concoctions.
Across the room, she spotted Dani tucked away in a far corner, pouring over a strategically shielded computer screen, a pile of papers on the table beside her. Though she appeared to be cool and collected to the untrained eye, Bianca knew differently. Tension seemed to radiate from the attorney, as she absently sipped at a mug of coffee.
Collecting her latte when her name was called, she wended her way through the maze of tiny round tables that speckled the room. The closer she drew, the more she realized the level of stress the attorney seemed to be under, and her heart went out to the woman.
Lost in thought regarding all that had transpired since early that morning, Dani didn't even hear Bianca approaching. An attempt had been made on Langston's life, and she might've died at the hands of a mafia hitman if not for some unknown person who had mysteriously deposited her on Dani's doorstep. Langston was still completely fuzzy on the details after the bullets began to fly. Thankfully, it didn't matter. Jacqueline had come to their rescue and taken care of her wounds, and now she was upstairs looking after her, while Dani tried to figure out how to get them somewhere safe.
If the trouble had ended there, she might have felt some sense of relief. Unfortunately, it hadn't. Her own father was dead at the hands of the authorities. That only posed more issues for her, because now the authorities would be looking to her for answers—ones she couldn't give them without putting those she loved most at risk.
Preston Morgan was dead, as well. And his wife, a woman Dani loved and adored, wasn't the least bit sorry. To say that she had been surprised to hear Jacqueline say such a seemingly heartless thing, would've been a lie. He was a vindictive old bastard, and she and Langston had long been leery of him and the harm he was capable of inflicting. What haunted her though, was the hitch in Jacqueline's voice when she admitted she might be in need of legal counsel.
"Is this seat taken?" Bianca inquired with quiet joviality, not wanting to startle the other woman.
A warm smile greeted Dani as she glanced up, meeting sincere dark eyes. "Bianca, hi!" she said, sounding both surprised and pleased. "Not at all. Please, join me."
"Thanks," Bianca said, sliding into the chair across from the attorney. She took a satisfying sip of her latte, and then set the ceramic mug down on the table. "How's your day?"
"Busy, but good. Thanks for asking," Dani replied. "How about yourself?"
"Blissfully lazy," Bianca laughed. "The girls are at the pool with Emma and Jen and Tracy's boys," she explained. "Jane is keeping an eye on them while I do absolutely nothing. A rarity for me, and believe me, it's glorious."
Dani chuckled. "I can relate," she commiserated. "I don't usually have much downtime."
"From the look of things, you're up to your eyeballs in work today, too," Bianca commented. And then she realized how intrusive it might've seemed for her to invite herself to the table. "I hope this wasn't a bad time." Her tone asked the question, and Dani was quick to offer reassurance.
"Not at all," she said. "I was actually just looking for a nice getaway for a few weeks." Even if it wasn't the entire story, it was certainly the truth. She offered a faint smile. "Langston and I, well…"
"Langston?" Bianca's interest was piqued, and she could barely restrain a smile.
Despite the uncertainty that still awaited her, Dani couldn't hold back the grin. "Yeah," she sighed. "She says she wants to work things out."
"Dani, that's wonderful!" Bianca exclaimed, truly excited for her new friend.
"Yeah, it is. But… we have a lot to overcome," Dani admitted. "There are still some things she doesn't even know about yet."
Nodding, Bianca reached across the table, lightly squeezing Dani's hand. "The sooner you tell her, the better off you'll be," she said. "Trust me on that. Secrets nearly destroyed my relationship with Lena."
"Really?" Dani could hardly believe it. "The two of you seem so solid."
"It took time, and hard work," Bianca shared. "And a whole lot of forgiveness on both our parts. So, yes, we're solid now. And believe me, neither of us takes that for granted."
"I can understand why," Dani acknowledged. "I swore if I ever had a second chance with Lang, I'd never take what we had for granted again."
Bianca smiled. "Looks like you've gotten your chance."
"It does, doesn't it?" Dani grinned. She felt lighter just saying the words. "Thanks, Bianca."
"For what?"
"For listening," Dani said appreciatively. "You helped me sort some things out in my head without me even realizing it."
"It's kind of what I do," Bianca shrugged.
Dani laughed. "Yeah, I guess it is," she realized. "And you do it well."
"Thanks," Bianca blushed. "Listen, if you don't have any luck finding a place that suits you, give me a holler. Lena and I don't have any plans to be at the cottage until the Fourth of July weekend. You and Langston are welcome to use it until then."
"Seriously?" Dani couldn't believe her ears. "Lena wouldn't mind?"
"I'm absolutely serious; and no, she wouldn't mind. We have friends who stay there all the time," Bianca confirmed. "Interested?"
"Like you wouldn't believe," Dani replied, knowing that Martha's Vineyard was the last place on earth anyone would expect them to be, given their history on Cape Cod. It was the most obvious place for them to go, which is why no one would actually expect them to be anywhere near there. "Where do I sign?"
Saturday, July 4, 2009… The Cottage, Martha's Vineyard—8:30 p.m. Eastern Daylight Time
"Ah, so that's how you ended up here," Kendall said to Dani when she finished her story. They were out on the beach, lounging side by side in a pair of Adirondack chairs that Zach had dragged down from the upper deck at Kendall's insistence. He had done so without complaint, and that was going to earn him some serious fireworks of their own later that evening.
Rhythmically, the waves broke against the shoreline, and quickly ebbed back into the sea. Dani found the pattern mesmerizing. "In a nutshell, yes," she answered.
"But that doesn't answer how it is you ended up here alone," Kendall noted, feeling braver after having heard more intimate details regarding Dani and Langston's life together.
They had been talking a long while, as they waited for the fireworks to begin. As was tradition on the Vineyard, the display would be launched from a platform anchored out in the bay, and it could be seen from all across the island. "I take it Langston didn't respond too well to this secret of yours," she surmised, curiosity rather than condemnation in her tone.
"That's putting it mildly," Dani said wryly. And then she felt the heat of tears, as she remembered the beginning of the end…
Saturday, July 4, 2009… The Farmhouse of Love—7:30 p.m. Central Daylight Time
"It's still a little weird, knowing that you slept with Frank," Natalia admitted. She was curled up against Olivia's side, her head pillowed against the warmth of a firm breast. Covered now by a quilt, they were still naked on the living room floor, neither of them feeling the slightest inclination to get dressed. "It's weird that we share a lover."
"It's probably weirder for Frank, than us," Olivia commented, sounding rather amused.
Natalia laughed. "Yeah, I see your point."
"Anyway, it was a brief entanglement, and I only slept with him once," Olivia shared openly. She had no reason to lie to Natalia about anything, especially an ill-conceived romance with Frank Cooper. "It was the single worst sexual encounter of my entire life—including Jeffrey."
"It was that bad?" Natalia tried not to laugh, as she glanced up, meeting Olivia's gaze.
"Oh, yeah," Olivia groaned. "When it was over, I just smiled and told him he was full of surprises. He took it as a compliment, but it wasn't meant as one."
Natalia chuckled. "Oh, thank God!" she exclaimed.
"What?" Olivia laughed.
"After that horrible experience with him, I thought there was something wrong with me. Because, you know, I couldn't… not with him, not with Gus…" The expression on her face told Olivia exactly what it was Natalia couldn't do—not that she didn't already know. "But then, everything changed the first time you made love to me."
"And then you could…," Olivia growled.
"And then I could—multiple times." Natalia couldn't stop the sheer excitement in her eyes.
Propping up on one elbow, Olivia held Natalia's gaze. "There was never anything wrong with you, Sweetheart," she whispered. With tender affection, she leaned down, kissing Natalia's temple, and then her eyes, and finally, her mouth. "I don't think Frank has ever brought a woman to orgasm. And Gus… well, he was just a fool."
"Truth?"
"Always," Olivia answered.
"I don't think Frank ever stood a chance. When he was… y'know…" Natalia blushed, and bit her bottom lip, "I couldn't really even tell he was…" Her blush deepened, and Olivia bit back a smirk. "Um… if he was, uh… in there…," she rambled. "It sounds mean, but… I've used bigger tampons, Liv." She sounded as though she pitied him.
Olivia burst into laughter.
The thick, husky peal of Olivia's laughter was enough to reignite Natalia's passion. Frank's presence had doused the flame, but desire smoldered intensely in her still. Taking control once again, Natalia rolled Olivia onto her back, and slid her naked body back up against Olivia's side. Her right thigh slipped between Olivia's without preamble, as her hair cascaded down, draping around Olivia's face.
Olivia gasped, her insides trembling, as Natalia's hard nipples abraded against her own.
Slipping her hand between their bodies, Natalia wrapped her fingers around the girth of their toy, slowly stroking its length. Surprisingly, it was still a little slick with her juices. "Is it wrong that I'm a little turned on by him seeing you fuck me with this?" she husked, lightly nibbling Olivia's lower lip.
A low groan lurched from deep within Olivia's body, and she shifted beneath Natalia. "How little is a little?"
"A lot," Natalia groaned. "I want you inside me, Liv. Please… I need to finish…"
It was the truth, and she knew it wouldn't take much.
Grinning devilishly, Olivia planted her palms on the pallet, scooting upright to lean against the sofa. She reached over then, grasping an abandoned bottle of lube. They hadn't needed it earlier, and might not really need it now, but for what she had in mind, a little extra lubrication certainly couldn't hurt. "You know," she said raspingly, as she popped the cap open, and squeezed some of the clear, water-based substance into her palm, "an interrupted orgasm is ten times better when it finally happens."
Natalia laughed. "You did the research on that, did ya?"
"Well, not purposefully," Olivia replied, amused.
Watching intently, as Olivia slathered the substance along the surface of the thick phallus, Natalia grew infinitely more excited. "Show me what ya got," she challenged, a twinkle of mischief dancing in her dark eyes.
Accepting the challenge, Olivia snapped the cap tight, tossing the bottle aside and grabbing Natalia's hips in one smooth motion. "Climb on top of me," she instructed, jade eyes turning nearly black with desire, as she contemplated their union. "Straddle my thighs."
Following instructions, Natalia quickly found herself astride firm thighs. Shifting forward, she felt the hard prominence of the phallus against her swollen center. She groaned at first contact, and then began a slow, steady thrusting of her hips, rubbing herself against it.
Olivia's eyes widened as she watched Natalia move against her. Soft whimpers and moans fell from her lips at every movement—the pressure of Natalia's body against it caused a reverberating sensation deep within her own body. "That feels amazing," she murmured.
Natalia arched a teasing eyebrow. "Does it, now?"
"God, yes!" Olivia hissed. "And it'll feel even better when you slide down on top of it."
Grinning, Natalia lifted upward, grasping the slick shaft with her fingertips. Guiding it with precision, she lingered for several moments, teasing her swollen clitoris with the tip. She groaned in pleasure, her heavy breasts bouncing as she moved; and Olivia gasped at the sight—never would she have imagined Natalia to be so brazen! But she loved every moment of it.
Mere seconds away from orgasm, Natalia purposefully slid the tip down through her hot, slick folds, and tucking it inside her, she released a satisfied growl as she once again allowed it stretch her, to fill her completely. Difficult to imagine, but this position was even more exciting than the last few they had tried. The sense of complete control excited her beyond words. "Oh, my god, Liv," she gasped.
Yes… Oh. My. God! Olivia's eyes widened with a sense of overwhelming excitement, as she watched the thick tumescence disappear deep inside Natalia's wet, waiting body. Watching Natalia assert herself, taking complete control, was nearly enough to make her come. And when Natalia rocked backwards, causing the bulbous base to strike against the enflamed tissues deep within her own body, Olivia practically came unglued.
Pressure building as Natalia began to thrust atop her, Olivia watched those gorgeous breasts as they swayed in front of her, enticing her. But it wasn't time for that. Not yet anyway. A means of distraction, as well as pleasure, she reached down with both hands, stroking her own painfully distended clitoris with one hand, and Natalia's with the other. Gently, she squeezed them between her thumbs and forefingers, gliding along slick, wet folds as she stroked them from tip to base, and back again.
Every pass along throbbing shafts brought them closer to completion, and when she felt Natalia on the edge, she gasped, and lurched forward, capturing a hard nipple in her mouth. Sucking it with wild abandon, she grasped Natalia's waist once again, slowing her thrusts. When Natalia whimpered at the interruption, Olivia murmured, "Trust me," around the edges of that nipple, before drawing it deeper into her mouth.
Relenting, Natalia relaxed, and allowed Olivia to take charge.
Gently then, she guided Natalia into a rhythmic circling of her hips. She could feel the tip pressing against Natalia's cervix—exactly where she wanted it to be. And she knew from experience that, given how intensely aroused Natalia was, this gentle, yet insistent motion would bring her intense pleasure, and probably the most breathtaking orgasm they had ever shared.
Natalia whimpered from the intensity of the dual pleasures—the exquisiteness of Olivia's suckling sent a jolt of fire through her veins, coalescing in a ball of flames in a very concentrated spot between her legs, even as the achingly sweet caress of that hard tip against her innermost places threatened to make her entire body implode. She wrapped her arms around Olivia's head, holding Olivia's mouth tightly against her breast as Olivia suckled her hungrily. "Oh, god, Liv, what are you doing to me?" she murmured breathlessly.
The response came not with words, but with actions. Just when she thought the pleasure couldn't possibly get more spectacular, Olivia reached down between Natalia's legs, and pressed a switch, sending an unexpected jolt of excitement coursing through both of their bodies as the powerful vibrations of the built-in bullet kicked in. Natalia cried out in response to the penetrating pulsation that throbbed deep inside her body.
Olivia pulled her impossibly closer, settling Natalia's ass in the curve of her groin, as she began a slow circling of her own hips in conjunction with Natalia's own. The unhurried, mesmerizing grind continued for several minutes, their mutual arousal intensifying with each brush against Natalia's sensitive flesh.
Acutely aware of the telltale spasms between her own legs, Olivia willfully shoved aside the cry of her own flesh. Natalia. She was all that mattered. Her pleasure was all that Olivia sought. She wanted to take her, possess her, drive her to the edge and go tumbling over right along with her. The need was so fierce, so powerful, it almost frightened her. But mostly, Olivia wanted to know her, to love her, to the deepest recesses of her soul, and beyond.
Watching Natalia's face as she touched her, she bit light on a taut nipple, and when Natalia's face contorted in both pleasure and pain, she gently soothed it with her tongue; even as her fingertips continued their teasing caress along the shaft of Natalia's painfully erect clitoris. When Natalia's hips surged forward, Olivia's rose with her, matching her, thrust for thrust, both knowing their climax was imminent, both wanting it, needing it, craving it.
Finally, sensing the first delightful swell of release, Natalia tangled her fingertips in Olivia's hair, pulling her mouth away from the nipple she still suckled. The mutual whimper that resulted from the loss was quickly eclipsed as before Natalia claimed Olivia's mouth in a bruising kiss. In that same instant, Olivia shifted her hips forward, drawing a sharp gasp from her, as another wave of excitement rolled through her body, rippling from head to toe.
Deep inside, the tension mounted, her body on the verge of snapping, and finally, one piercing cry escaped her as she shuddered, hard and fast, calling out Olivia's name. Then, still in the throes of initial release, Natalia cried out again, her entire body clenching almost painfully, as Olivia thrust against her one last time, driving a second, infinitely more intense eruption deep within Natalia's body.
Without further warning, thighs tightening, stomach clenching, Olivia's own release came immediately on the heels of Natalia's sharp climax, the powerful reverberations echoing deep within her own body. She cried out in blissful release, as her body constricted around the source of her pleasure.
And then they were floating together, soaring together, ripples of pleasure morphing into waves that engulfed them, originating deep in their bellies, and splaying throughout their bodies, as finally sated, Natalia collapsed against Olivia's chest, their bodies still connected in the most intimate of ways. They lay together then, panting, hearts thudding in perfect rhythm, until somehow they managed to catch their collective breath. And finally, as Olivia held her close, her fingers tangling in those thick, dark curls, she brushed her mouth against Natalia's ear. "There's nothing more breathtaking in this universe to me, than the sight of you breaking in release," she whispered, her breath hitching with emotion. "You're so damned beautiful, it breaks my heart."
"You say the most beautiful things to me, Liv," Natalia murmured softly.
"I don't know how I ever managed before you," Olivia whispered, soft jade eyes filled with emotion, as she gazed into the depths of Natalia's soul. "I love you more than life."
A tender smile flickered across Natalia's lips, as she searched Olivia's eyes. Shifting upward, she gently rocked the toy that still connected their bodies, and freeing it, she set it aside. Without a word, Olivia understood that it has served its purpose, but now Natalia wanted to be closer to her in an even more intimate way. Reading the understanding in Olivia's eyes, Natalia brushed her mouth against Olivia's in a light kiss. "I love you just the same," she whispered. And then she settled against her, allowing Olivia to hold her close until they both drifted off to sleep.
TBC in Chapter 16.8…