4 comments/ 78901 views/ 18 favorites Escapade By: TMAJO Author's Note: Sorry to keep you waiting but one can never rush a good thing. As you know, this is chapter three in my Wound in Time series. The story contains mainly F/F action as well as a plot. It's a lengthy piece that will most likely satisfy your search for instant gratification. You should check out the first two if you want extra goods on the characters. That said, read on and hopefully, enjoy the story. Please don't forget to vote and I would appreciate your comments. ************ It's been four months since Adrian and Bellinda started working together. They'd finished most of the schematics and were just tweaking the design and templates for maximum style and practicality. They were also spending more and more time together. Bellinda found herself struggling with the current state of affairs between her and Mavin. She was glad that Mavin had been honest with her but she was starting to feel uncomfortable with the thought of Mavin being unfaithful. Sure, she knew Mavin didn't view them as a couple neither did Mavin do anything to blatantly disrespect her. In fact they haven't had any real arguments so far and the distance Mavin seemed to keep between them was for the betterment of the relationship, or whatever it was. Bellinda however, wanted to do away with the distance. She wanted something more, something she felt Mavin could not only give her but was withholding. That notion made her angry. Angry enough to not realize her hand was perched too close to the hot pot. She made a sudden movement, the kind fate prods one to make at the most inopportune moments. Jack Ross was reading the evening paper and relaxing behind his pipe when he heard the only thing short of a political debate that could make his heart race; his only daughter's shriek. And of course, the loud clanging, sizzling sound that accompanied it. He almost swallowed his pipe whole as he lunged forward and out of his recliner. He raced through his den, jumping over furniture and into the kitchen with prayers on his lips. "Pumpkin?" Jack burst through the kitchen breathless. "I'm fine dad." Bellinda winced and clutched her right hand. "What happened?" Jack examined the steaming spill of food on the marble floor and the robust pressure-cooker rolling nearby sans lid. "It's nothing, just a mild burn." Bellinda resisted. "Present your hand." Jack said firmly. Bellinda obliged and allowed her father to see the stinging burn on the back of her hand. It wasn't that bad actually. She was developing a small, dime-sized blister from her brief but effective kiss with the pot. She watched her father's face as he examined her injury. Jack Ross was a tall man despite his Irish roots. With dark hair, dark eyes and a square face, he was a handsome fellow. Seeing her father in this light, with the steam enveloping them both, reminded her of her mother. She couldn't really remember the woman whose photos lined just about every surface in her father's house. But the feelings were there and they were real and she didn't know what to do with them. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes even though she didn't call for them. They were there and just as real as her feelings. "...dressed." Her father's brogue cut through her haze. "Say what?" Bellinda asked foolishly, well at least that's what Jack Ross thought as he eyed the young woman. "I'm taking you to the clinic to get this cleaned and dressed." "No Papa, no way." Bellinda pulled her hand from him. "Well do you want it to get infected then?" Jack looked around. So much for Sunday dinner. "I'm alright dad, seriously." Jack knew there was no point to continuing the argument. It would teeter back and forth on the 'My way or the highway' fence and then would explode whenever he said the magic word. Which would happen to be the wrong thing. Which would be wrong because Bellinda decided it was. Jack sighed and left the room without a word. Things were already teetering and it was best to leave them be. Bellinda watched her father go. This was another weird relationship she had to deal with in her life. She wondered if she had a sign reading 'weird', that was only visible to others, stamped on her somewhere. She turned to the sink and ran some cold water over the blister to stop the formation. It was bad enough that connective tissues in her flesh had just been broken but there were many other things in her life that was broken. Her heart was one. She shut off the faucet and went back to the meal she was preparing. It was a monthly ritual that evolved from a weekly one. She'd been too busy lately to care and her father was indifferent. As usual, this was her uncle's doing. When he wanted them all together, he announced he was coming for dinner and Jack would relent out of guilt and gratitude, while Bellinda did out of love. Bellinda didn't always cook for this monthly ritual. But today, she wanted to do something to get her mind off everything else. At the moment however, it wasn't working. She'd just burned herself thinking about all of it and now would most likely have a scar to remind her of the emotional summit for the rest of her life. She might as well have gotten a tattoo. Bellinda sighed deeply for the millionth time. She wasn't enjoying the cooking process and thanks to a certain group of people, she would have to start all over again. She didn't feel like starting anything over and decided to shoot it all to hell. "Fuck!" Bellinda muttered under her breath as she emptied contents of another pot into the trash can. She grabbed a mop and wiped up the previous mess and also dumped the mop in the trash. She tore a few sheets of paper towel off the gigantic roll sitting on the counter top and soaked up some other spills. Everything went to the trash. She picked up her cell from the charger and pushed a speed-dial button. After about three or four complimentary rings, the line is picked up. "Hello, welcome to Domino's Pizza, how may I help you?" ********** Mavin sat in a local bistro, not far from the lab. She was taking an extended day break to clear her head. She'd just gotten through the whirlwind activity of training her newest employees and decided she deserved a Sunday treat. She was now officially in charge of the New York branch of Lecter Corporation. All her days during the past month had been flooded with board meetings, staff meeting, regular meetings and more meetings. She didn't really mind the extra workload. It was some of the people involved that bothered her. She ordered another sirloin steak and a fresh side of potatoes. She chomped through her thoughts and drowned them with cold, apple juice. The people bugged her. Not in a contemptuous way, but in a way that just made her feel uncomfortable. Mavin chalked it up as her nerves and went back to her meal. Her mind however, was relentless. She'd been sucked into the Oblivion3 investigation and saw a lot more of Susan Turner than she'd have preferred. Mavin told José about the situation and how ridiculous she found it to be. She had a feeling A.J. Morris had something to do with it, but she couldn't prove that. José felt his former partners were up to something and advised Mavin to be careful. Mavin sawed through her meal with speed that echoed her hunger. She'd started working out again. She trained like she was on call for the Olympics. She wanted to get her mind off things for a while. She could take a vacation, no one would question her. But she didn't really want one. She wolfed down the small meal, the fourth of six for the day. She was mopping the last bits of steak sauce off the plate when she sensed someone behind her. She figured it was the waiter. "Ya wan a protein shake wit dat, mon?" The voice came from behind her but Mavin continued the chore of fueling her body. "Me undastan if ya no wan speak," The person moved into Mavin's line of vision. "Champion." Mavin swallowed the morsel and looked straight into the pair of dark, sun-beaten eyes of an old friend. "Jasmine." *********** "Dinner's good. One large, one-topping pizza with chicken." "Don't tease me Papa." "Oh I'm not teasing. Just complimenting on your fine culinary skills." "Okay, now drop it. Please?" Dinner was off to a nice start at the Ross'. José enjoyed watching Bellinda and her father bicker about the little things. They loved each other, they just didn't like to admit it too often. Bellinda shuffled in her seat and enjoyed the silence for a while until an urge to break it overwhelmed her. "Uncle, Mavin told me about the deal with Lecter Corp.," Bellinda began ignoring her dad for a moment "how's it going?" "Well, it's official now. And you two?" "I don't know about that." "That makes two of us." Jack jumped in, eager to be part of the discussion. "It's a love story." José pipped. "Really, my daughter? In love?" Bellinda wanted to kick herself for bringing Mavin up. What the hell was she thinking? She didn't feel like explaining anything but for some reason she just had to open her mouth. "I'm not sure I can go that far just yet, Papa." "Come on, Bella. Mavin's loco about you." José wiggled his eyebrows and grinned. Bellinda felt a foot next to hers and stomped it. "Ouch! What the hell was that for?!" Jack bellowed as he jerked his leg up and banged his knee on the underside of the dinner table, causing everything to do a quarter-inch jump. It was after all, a heavy table. "Ay Papi, I'm sorry." Bellinda sighed as her face turned red. José now decided it was best to shut up but only because he was choking on pizza from laughing so hard. "Maybe next time you should look before you stomp. Almost crushed my toe." "You're lucky she wasn't wearing heels." José chuckled with tears in his eyes. "Damn, that hurt! Why are you so upset today, Bellinda?" "You know what? I really don't know. May I be excused?" Bellinda got up without an answer and gathered her things from the hall closet. "Don't tell me you're leaving." José said with a ghost of a smile shimmering on his face. "Sorry guys, I have work to do and I need to turn in early. You can talk politics." Bellinda went back to give José and her father kisses on the cheek. "So sorry about your toe, Papa." "Drive safe, pumpkin." Jack called out Bellinda as she left the dinning room and then the house. "She's just like her mother." José nodded in agreement. "About that bill -" "Let's talk about it over some heartburn pills and foreign cigars." Jack said as he made his way out of the room with José laughing heartily as the previous events incited his cheer. ********** "Me peep ya roun' town wit dat stoosh gal. Dem fram Uppa East Side eh?" Jasmine spoke in a Jamaican accent. She did so in public when she wasn't working. She'd joined Mavin's table and was just about to order a meal. "What's it to you?" Mavin wondered if everyone in town knew about Bellinda. "Nutten. Jus' wan know, mon. Me dun open up shop inna Village." "That's great Jas. You moved on up." Mavin nodded approvingly. "Fuck yeah! Me nuh need to work fa nobady, it be mi spot now. De Sugga Shack." Jasmine said and pounded her fists on the table. The waitress arrived and Jasmine just pointed to Mavin's plate and signaled with a wink and a smile that that's what she wanted. "Hahaha, I know how much you hated your last job. What you up to out here?" Mavin smiled and eyed her watch. She was busy as hell but she didn't mind seeing her old friend either. "Looking fa you." "Me? Why?" Mavin's brows jumped on her forehead. "Come now, Mavin. We pallies. Me gat a bash Friday night." Jasmine hoisted the pitcher of juice and grabbed a nearby tumbler. "Oh, aight. I thought you were stalking me or shit." "Man, quit ya batty crap. Ya gon' be deh ar wat?" Jas said after emptying half of the pitcher. "What's in it for me?" "Fun, bad shorties and mo' fun, bad shorties. Me nuh ya fit tan pon it lang." Jas laughed and watched as her food arrived. Mavin chuckled as well. They hadn't seen each other in more than five years and here they were actin' a fool in public like it was only yesterday. Talking about girls, sex and Mavin's stamina. "So wat ya say?" Jasmine said as she dug into her steak. "Give me your number and I'll call to let you know." "Bumboclot! Ya nuh fit change, Mavin." Jas shook her head, waving her colorful braids around. "I know Jas, it's why you love me." Mavin grinned at her loud friend. "True. All ripe, me a leggo mi numba." Jas picked a card out of her wallet and handed it to Mavin. "It's all good. I'll catch you later." Mavin rose from her seat and grabbed her coat. "Mo' time!" Jas said by way of saying 'goodbye'. "Mos def." Mavin grinned and gave Jas a half-hug. ********* Bellinda sat on her couch nursing a conversation with Adam about his new boyfriend and their shared interest in art. She was hardly listening as her mind raced back and forth, contemplating everything. She hadn't seen Mavin in almost a month. But neither of them could be blamed for that. After all, they were both hellishly preoccupied. Bellinda sighed and shook her head. "You don't think his mother will like me?" Adam gasped. Bellinda didn't know what the hell he was talking about. She looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Maybe I should just go with the preppy outfit, like the Menendez brothers." Adam said as he munched on trail mix. "Huh, what?" "Haven't you been paying attention for the last fifteen minutes? I'm having a nervous breakdown." "Wow, it must be contagious." Bellinda said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Okay Bee, you lost me." Adam said, feeling offended. "Sorry Adam, I'm just not in top shape." "Well you could have said something before I babbled my whole life." "I'm just stressed and I can't talk about it with you, not now." "Ah girl trouble. Do you want me to call Joann?" "No, I think she's with Chad or Andy or something." "Which reminds me. Jason Pryce sends his gratitude for the beautiful painting you sold him. You remember him?" "Yeah, your corporate man-slut." "That he is." Adam grinned. "He's also a very rich albeit, closeted guy." "I dunno why you do that to yourself. Guys like him always have issues." "He's different. We're going to see his mother next weekend." Adam said with glee. "Well, I won't even say anything about that. Let me know how it goes." "Goes without asking, sugar-tits." Adam said and earned himself a soft pillow smack upside his head. He grabbed a pillow nearby and swung it in Bellinda's direction. She ducked and hit him with a pillow uppercut. He stumbled back and tripped over the two-seater, ending up on the floor behind it. Bellinda went over and dropped her pillow on his body as she did her victory dance. She was caught by surprise when Adam lurched out of his fetal position and tackled her. He pulled her down and they began a tickle fest. Luckily for Adam he wasn't too ticklish but Bellinda was. Adam tickled and Bellinda shrieked between giggles. When he was sure she was out of breath, he stopped, kissed her forehead and retreated to the sofa for more trail mix. Bellinda lay behind the chair, breathing and laughing and eventually crying. "Bellinda?" Adam called out as he scrambled back to where the redhead lay. He found her racked by sobs. His knees gave way as he wrapped his arms around her and tried to comfort her. ********* It was just a little after eight but the winter solstice made it seem like midnight. Mavin had one more meal to go before her day was over but was considering a skip. With Christmas coming up a mere two weeks away, she had to get as much work as possible done before the break. Mavin made her way into her apartment and saw her answering machine blinking like it would explode if it didn't deliver its message. Mavin ignored it for now and got herself settled in. She headed for the shower and rinsed herself quickly. She would be sweating again soon but that didn't matter. After washing the day's work off she went and made a few notes on her calendar for the next week. She scribbled a reminder about Jasmine's party for Friday as well as some other important meeting with her new partners. She looked in the direction of her answering machine and decided to hear the messages. She pushed the red button and was informed that she had three new messages. Mavin was mildly surprised mostly because not that many people had her home number. "Hey Doc. You know who it is. Just calling to check on you. I know you're not going anywhere for the holidays. Hit me back, I have something in mind." Mavin smiled at her brother's voice and scrolled to the next message. "Hey baby, how you doin'? It's Eva, like you didn't know. Listen, I'm heading to Hotlanta for a few days but I'll be in New York for Christmas. Maybe earlier cuz I don't feel like blowing my savings on Kevin an'em. So I'ma bounce before the Eve. Hey, you remember that girl from way back when? You know, the ghetto broad that wanted to have your kids? What was her name again? Was it Sheryl or Shanique? Well anyway, she called me and boy I don't know how she got my digits but she's looking for you. She left a crazy message talking about how she needs you and hasn't felt anything like you and all that shit. I mean, she was going all out, with details and e'rything. "Can you please explain to me how you hook up with these bitches and they have MY number? It's amazing. She's called about twice before but the last times she ain't leave a long-ass message. This time she just kept going and going. You know what? I'ma save it and bring it for you just so you can hear it yourself. I happen to think it's funny as hell but that's me. Ya know, if you weren't so secretive may-" Mavin couldn't help but laugh as the time limit she set to her machine kicked in and cut Eva off. She wiped the tears of mirth from her eyes and scrolled to the last message. "Yo Mavin, your machine is fucking trippin'. Just cut me off in the middle of my speech. I see you rolling your eyes. Just wait 'til I get there, ooh! I'm fo' real Mavin. If you weren't so selective about who contacts you, I wouldn't be here listening to how good you are in bed. Bitch got me over here, comparing details and shit. Driving me crazy. Anyway, I have things to do. Call me." Mavin shook her head and decided to return the calls first thing tomorrow. She wasn't in the mood to yak anyway. She settled into her recliner and ran her plans for the month back and forth through her head. She was calculating ways to get the most done in the shortest amount of time; A bunch of meetings, four new assignments, family get-togethers, a party, a possible stalker and the situation or lack thereof with a certain redhead. Mavin didn't want to admit any feelings for Bellinda. Not that she couldn't have them but she just didn't feel like the time was right for them. There was no doubt that she enjoyed the latina's company but the stressful holiday season always hit like a ton of bricks. Nevertheless, Mavin didn't like the idea of adding a guilt trip to her schedule so she picked up the phone and called Bellinda. ********* Bellinda was sprawled on her bed with Adam precariously perched on the edge as he refused to leave his friend in her current state. Bellinda tried to assure him that she was just a bit overworked but her red eyes and puffy lids didn't help to convince him. She didn't mind him staying except now, her head was pounding something fierce. "Hey Agua Lad, can I have....aspirin?" Bellinda croaked through the lump in her throat. "Sure, just stay put I'll be right back." Adam went into the bathroom to get the stuff. He was just on his way to get a glass of water when he heard Bellinda's phone ringing. He continued when he heard her answering it. Escapade "Hello?" "Hey Babe, wassup?" The deep voice oozed with seduction. Bellinda nearly tumbled out of bed but she steadied herself as her heart picked up speed and her head throbbed harder with a new reason. "Ay basura! What's the occasion Mavin?" Bellinda groaned and massaged her temples. "No occasion, I'm just calling to hear your voice." Mavin said coolly, ignoring the tinge of hurt in the voice she was hearing. "I'm sorry, my voice is a bit hoarse right now. I've kinda had a rough day." Bellinda sighed and noticed Adam standing by with water and aspirin. "How's the project coming along?" "It's good. We're nearing the final stages." Bellinda said after downing the tiny pills. "Hmm, listen, do you want to meet and talk about whatever it is that's bugging you?" "Is it that obvious?" "Oh yeah, it is." "You don't cease to amaze me, Mavin. First you spend two months with me and then you disappear for another two. Then you call me and want to talk about what's bugging me?" Bellinda said, her spicy Spanish tongue kicking in, spewing her anger. "Bellinda, don't trip. Look, you and I have had a crazy time these past months between work and play." Mavin's voice stayed calm and leveled. "Mavin, don't give me that bullshit, okay?" Bellinda spat. "You could've at least made time to call. I mean, I haven't seen you in like a month and I'm way too wound up for this shit." "Wound up huh? Aight, how's Tuesday for you?" Mavin said through a grin that Bellinda could almost hear. "Oh fuck you, Mavin." Bellinda said in disbelief. "Sure, I'll pencil you in." Mavin said in a near whisper. Bellinda held the phone away from her ear and stared at it like it was a foreign object. She just pressed a button and killed the line. Perhaps Mavin was just as stressed or maybe she just lost her mind. Bellinda looked at Adam and the melodramatic expression plastered on his face. Neither wanted to say anything so Bellinda just crashed to her bed and waited for the aspirin to take effect. ********* Mavin sat back in thought for a few minutes. Her guesses had been confirmed. Bellinda was going stir crazy. It seemed like a bad idea to put her off 'til Tuesday. Mavin sprang up and got dressed in a pair of loose jeans and a T-shirt. It was chilly outside with a hint of slush, so she grabbed her thick, long-coat and wore her Timbs. She looked at her watch, it was just after ten. Mavin bolted out the door. Mavin took her Benz. She recently had the snow tires fitted on so it was the safest to drive with the City's weather-fucked roads. Within a matter of twenty minutes, Mavin arrived at Bellinda's place. She picked up her overnight bag off the passenger seat and made her way into the apartment building. She fingered her keychain and the safety lock for her car was activated. Moments later, the elevator hissed open on Bellinda's floor and Mavin walked to the main door. ********** Bellinda couldn't stop thinking about her chat with Mavin. She wondered a few times, what the hell she'd gotten herself into. She'd gotten rid of Adam a while ago and had succeeded only because she reminded him about Jason. Of course it wasn't like he ever forgot. Bellinda freshened herself up for the night. As much as she'd have liked to just lay down and snooze, she didn't like the feel of dried tears on her face or puffy eyes for that matter. She delivered her curvaceous body to the hot, misty recesses of her bathroom in hopes of washing some stress down the drain. She made sure to keep her burned hand away from the hot water. She hummed a melody as her muscles relaxed under the heat. ********* Mavin keyed her way into Bella's apartment. She took off her coat and smiled when she heard the shower. She walked across the living area and down the hall into Bellinda's bedroom. Both doors leading to the room and the bathroom were ajar. Mavin pulled her boots off and positioned herself a few feet away from the bathroom door and waited. Not too long after, Bellinda steamed out the doorway wrapped in her bathrobe with a towel being rubbed through her wet hair. Mavin noticed the dark brown tinge of Bella's wet hair and grinned. She kept silent until Bellinda yanked the towel off her head and shook her hair out. Her eyes were closed and when she opened them, she simply screamed. Mavin watched with great amusement. It was so funny she almost bowled over laughing, but she held herself and took pictures with her camera-phone. Bellinda's scream session ended when she reopened her eyes and saw that it was Mavin. "Are you insane....Mavin?!" Bellinda choked on her words and ran to the tall woman, pounding her fists into Mavin's chest. "You're lucky I didn't come into the shower." Mavin said unflinchingly and picked Bellinda up despite the rain of fists on her carved chest. The redhead instinctively wrapped her legs around Mavin's body. "Fuck, you scared the hell outta me!" Bellinda said just before Mavin stole her breath in a gentle kiss. Mavin broke the kiss and looked into Bellinda's intensely green eyes. "I also have a few pictures to prove it." "God, I'm so mad at you right now." Bellinda said and tried to sound convincing. "Well, can we put your madness on the back burner?" Mavin moved them towards the bed, "I'm here about a fuck." "Devil!" Bella gasped as Mavin's hot breath caressed her ear. She forgot she was angry for a minute. "I've missed you so much." "Mmm, I'm here." Mavin mumbled over the heated flesh of Bella's neck. She only had her robe on so there wasn't much unwrapping to do. Mavin breathed the freshly showered scent of Bellinda's skin and savored it. She snaked her tongue out and laved the well of Bella's collar bone as she eased both of them onto the bed. Bellinda moaned into Mavin's ear. She was angry but not right now. She could feel Mavin's hardness pressing into her. Her body thrummed with desire for Mavin and there was no point fighting it. Bellinda didn't think she could, even if she tried. The feel of Mavin's hand on her left thigh, stroking her senses along with the tips of her long fingers, sent shivers through Bella's body. Mavin's lips trailed down to the curve of her breast and went back up, slowly marking a path to her neck, then along her throat, her jaw line and then, her quivering lips. Mavin buried her tongue in Bellinda's hot mouth as she pressed more of her weight onto the redhead. Bellinda busied her hands with a slow race up and down Mavin's wide back. Mavin ceased her actions suddenly amidst Bella's pleading moans. She rose up on her knees between Bellinda's luscious legs and grinned as she reached down to her right side and hoisted Bellinda's left leg up. Bellinda immediately understood that she'd be sore the next morning. Mavin tugged her shirt off and Bellinda's breath caught in her throat. She swore Mavin looked even thicker. "Damn! You look so hot between my legs." Bella smiled. "Mmmm...must be what you're cookin' here." Mavin retorted but didn't stop what she was doing. Mavin took a firm grip of Bellinda's leg and gently bent it at the knee. She eyed the redhead and began to massage Bellinda's foot. She rubbed gently and applied varying pressure to Bella's sole. Bellinda moaned as the tension in her body was coaxed out. "There you go, just relax." Mavin's voice was thicker with lust. The fact that she was holding Bella's foot against her bare chest didn't help matters. Bella felt the words rumble through her foot, up her leg and into her moist center before her ears actually heard them. Mavin worked her fingers up Bella's pliant ankle, to her calf. She held Bella's calf in both hands and caressed the smooth skin even as she squeezed the muscle. Bella could feel Mavin's chest muscles contracting under her foot. Her body shivered again. Mavin spent a few more minutes on Bella's left calf before she abandoned it and shifted to the right leg. She began at the foot with the same actions, drawing out the day's tension and replacing it with her own brand. Mavin kept her eyes on Bellinda and the things her body did. The redhead was starting to sweat. Her skin flushed as her breathing took on a rapid pace. Mavin's eyes devoured the puckered nipples that looked so happy to have her attention. The scent she knew well was beginning to overtake her. Casting its hypnotic haze over her mind. Mavin grinned when her eyes fell on Bellinda's increasingly wet lips. For some reason, the image of an hibiscus flower flashed in the back of her mind. The promises of sweet nectar nearly caught her in a swoon. Mavin's heart got the message to pump faster. Her thumbs tingled madly while her flesh felt as if it was being roasted. All that didn't go unnoticed to Bellinda. Both her feet were planted on Mavin's chest with her knees bent. Mavin raised one foot and brought it to her lips. She planted kisses on the soles of Bella's feet and then locked her lips on the tendon that held Bella's ankles to her leg. Bella was ticklish, very ticklish. She screamed out loud and fought the urge to tense up. Mavin let up a bit and chuckled. "Looks like I just found another hot spot." "Baby, don't be so cruel." Bellinda said as she caught sight of Mavin's hazel eyes. They were taking on a shimmering glow that fueled her body into overdrive. Mavin let the latina's legs fall over her broad shoulders. She leaned forward, pressing Bella's knees to her full breasts. She drew her right hand up Bella's ass, never missing the opportunity to fondle the delightfully soft globes. The tingling sensation in her fingers quickened as she got closer to her prize. Bellinda's over achieving brain saw history in the making and decided to glorify it even more. It was as if she could feel every individual iota of space on her skin as Mavin's fingers crawled over it. Mavin felt the goose bumps taking a stand under her touch and a soothing burst of pleasure flashed through her. The heat coming from Bellinda's shower-fresh vulva beckoned to her hand. "Ohh, Mavin...don't make me wait." Bellinda cooed in a near whisper. Mavin obliged, mostly because she herself couldn't take it anymore. Mavin slid her fingers over the angry, red dish that she ached to devour. She felt the swollen lips under her fingers and was rewarded with a fresh batch of wetness. The scent of Bella's desire invaded the tall woman's body and she issued a sound that can only be described as primal. "So wet." Mavin groaned over Bellinda's hot body as her vision clouded over. "Just for you baby." Bellinda bit her bottom lip in intense anticipation. Her hand playing at Mavin's ear. "Soo fucking wet." Mavin declared again as she felt her finger nosing through Bella's slightly open lips. She thrust her finger in slowly and swirled it, stirring the nectar she knew was waiting to be harvested. She pulled out and returned with two fingers, basking in the warmth of the latina's walls. "Fuck!....Mavin...ahh." Bellinda couldn't help herself. Mavin pulled her fingers out and tasted them. Her ears popped for no reason she cared to ascertain. All she was aware of was her body on fire and the rising pulse in her jeans. She leaned onto Bellinda and claimed the soft lips that shamelessly begged to be kissed. She dipped her fingers back into the latina's wetness and fanned Bella's flames. Bellinda moaned into the kiss. Her heart was in her throat and for a second she thought Mavin's tongue flickered over it. She felt Mavin's fingers deep inside of her, searching, teasing, fucking her. Bella reached up and buried her fingers in Mavin's short, spongy hair. Mavin broke the kiss and looked into Bellinda's glazed eyes as she tried to recover her breath. Mavin stopped the steady motion of her hand and moved it to play with Bella's breasts. She palmed a warm breast and ran her thumb over the stiff nipple sitting proudly on it. Soon her hungry mouth found its way to her not-so-idle hand. Mavin kissed and sucked on Bella's hot flesh. The kisses turned to playful bites and before Bellinda could say anything, Mavin's lips closed around one nipple while her hand teased the other. Bellinda's hands tore at the sheets while her back was determined to snap in half. Mavin held the nipple captive in her jaw and flicked it with her tongue. She might as well have been holding Bellinda by her ample breasts over cloud nine. "I'm gonna cum baby....I think...oh god!" Bellinda writhed under Mavin's torture as her body convulsed. She felt the maddening tension give way to euphoria and screamed. Her eyelids clenched sealing her fate with bursts of light, courtesy of her mind. She felt the overwhelming need to wrap herself around the warm, hard body she knew was hovering over her, and cry. She reached out with her arms and didn't catch the body. Instead she heard a faint, clicking sound that accompanied her panting. Bellinda peeled her eyes open and saw Mavin taking shots with her phone. "Gorgeous....so fucking hot." Mavin said, her voice heavier with hunger. "H-How long have you been taking pictures?" Bellinda asked, she didn't know what else to say, her body still trembling. "Since you started screaming." Mavin grinned and pocketed her phone. She pulled Bellinda's legs and proceeded to replenish herself with the redhead's warm juices. She was pleasantly surprised to find Bellinda overflowing with what she craved at the moment. Mavin's agile tongue led Bellinda to another orgasm before she could catch her breath. Once again, Mavin lapped up her just desserts. Her own desire flying off the scale as sensation flooded her mind. "Mmm, how did you get to be so sweet?" Mavin said as she dragged her tongue over Bellinda's wet pussy, trailing over her mound and up her unstable torso. "I guess you could say my Uncle raised me well." Bellinda smiled innocently. "Smart ass." Mavin groaned as she nuzzled Bellinda's neck, tasting the skin over a pulsing vein. "Ohh....don't forget tight." Bellinda whispered hotly in Mavin's ear. Mavin chuckled a bit. "You should quit with your drawers on." "Well, you'll just have to fuck me silly 'cause I don't have any on." "That's what you want?" Mavin mumbled and bit Bellinda's neck where it meets her shoulder. She ground her hips into Bellinda's mound. "Ohh yeah, baby." Bellinda moaned, "I want your cock deep inside me." Her hand reached down and tugged on Mavin's jeans, trying to free the joy wand lurking there on purpose. "You want it that bad, huh?" Mavin said as she too began to undo her fly. "Yes...give it to me –." Before the redhead could finish, Mavin plunged deep within her stretchy walls. "You like that?" Mavin whispered as she pulled out a bit and rammed her cock back into the steaming body under her. Bellinda responded by digging her heels into Mavin's clenching butt cheeks, silently pleading to be pulverized. Her arms were under Mavin's, clutching her thick shoulders as the air between their sweaty bodies was rubbed to smoldering extinction. She felt Mavin's body in action, muscles rippling with tension and movement. She felt Mavin's breath flowing quick and ragged in time with her thrusts. She felt Mavin's hand cupping her ass, squeezing and pulling herself deeper into the redhead's aching center. Mavin growled as the muscles in her loins wound themselves tighter. The music of her hips smacking into Bellinda's coupled with the indecipherable noises flowing from the redhead's lips, sent thrills up and down her spine. Her spine, her back, tingling from scratches she didn't doubt were there. Bellinda had taken to rubbing her feet on the back of Mavin's thighs. Mavin shifted her weight a little and rotated her hips. "Ooh yeah....fuck me..." Bellinda panted as her eyes rolled into her head. Mavin lifted herself up so quickly that she felt her nipples hardening from the rush of cool air to the front of her body. She swung Bella's right leg over to her left side and pulled Bellinda up on all fours. The redhead squealed when she realized the position she was in. Mavin took hold of her wide hips and pounded the hot latina from behind, relishing the sight of Bellinda's wet pussy swallowing her over and over. "Damn, girl." Mavin lost herself for a moment and slapped a jiggling globe of flesh, watching it ripple and redden. She became aware of the innumerable beads of sweat sneaking down her body and her thrusts became erratic. Her jaws clenched together in an attempt to keep her from barking. What came out was a low gurgling sound, followed by a loud moan from Bella as she felt another hot slap on her ass. Bellinda felt her pussy clutching at Mavin's incessant wand, bidding it to stay in her snug orifice. She felt Mavin's arm circling around her waist while her hard body leaned into Bella's sweat-coated back. Mavin held the redhead as her body trembled in a million directions. "Yeah baby...cum on my cock." Mavin grunted as she thrust in at a different angle; hitting the spot that rendered the latina a quaking mass of hot bliss. "OH GOD!" "Mmm." Mavin kept up her hip-action, toying with Bellinda's G-spot and loving the results. "Ma...FUUUCK." Bellinda screamed again as she was bowled over by another wave of ecstacy. "Yes..."Mavin groaned into the redhead's ear as she ran her tongue behind it. "MAVIN!!!" Bella shrieked as a strong aftershock twisted through her body, jerking her this way and that. Mavin kept up her motion, staying on target as Bellinda's body danced with hers. "Hnmm..." Was all the redhead could get out. "Come on baby....all over my dick." Mavin breathed through a grin as she reached under Bellinda and pinched a hard nipple. "Noooohh GOD....!" Bellinda screamed again as she felt her clit being rubbed. Her arms gave way under her and she crashed onto the bed, unable to move. Mavin thrust a few more times and groaned as her own body reached its limit. She stretched herself taut over the redhead's quivering body, locking all her joints and clenching her muscles even tighter. She buried her cock a last time as the euphoric buzz caned its way through her without hurry, sizzling everything it its path. Her greedy brain wanted more but her body was too relaxed to care, much less carry on. She leaned down onto Bellinda, who was still moaning and shaking. She pressed soft kiss and hungry bites on her shoulders and brushed aside the red mane that was now damp with sweat. She sucked on the lobe of Bella's left ear and savored the feel of the redhead's ass pressed into her groin. She groaned and humped out of reflex. "Mavin....I can't...oh." Bellinda moaned and Mavin caught herself a tad late. "Mmm...didn't mean to wear you out." Mavin chuckled and rolled off Bellinda's back. Her nipples once again hardening from the cool air, sending a jolt to her loins. Mavin wondered for a moment if the blood ever left her loins. "Don't lie to me, baby." Bellinda said as she willed her body to roll onto its back. "Behind me, on top of me, under me, inside me but not to me." Bellinda rolled again and lay her head on Mavin's chest. "Hmm...I'm gonna have to investigate that smart ass of yours." Mavin grinned and grabbed a handful of Bella's thick ass, enjoying the tingling sensation running amok in her fingers. "Don't forget tight." Bellinda wiggled her ass into Mavin's grip and licked a nipple that crested Mavin's muscular chest. Mavin watched as Bellinda licked her chest and ran her tongue down the middle of her abs. "Ahh...don't suck a dick your ass can't handle." Mavin said as she pulled away from the redhead and scooped her jeans off the floor. "You're not leaving are you?" Bellinda said and watched as Mavin got dressed. "I can't stay tonight, Bellinda." Mavin said as she wore her socks. "Why not?" Bellinda pleaded, "I mean, we need to talk." "Yes, I know." Mavin sat on the bed and pulled the redhead in for a kiss. "Tuesday, I promise." Escapade "What's wrong with now?" "I have work that needs to be done or at least planned." Mavin kissed her again. "We'll have lunch Tuesday afternoon, aight?" 'Lunch, daylight, restaurant, people, things to keep me from shredding your tight ass. Fuck, I gotta get outta here!' Mavin thought to herself as she got up from the bed. Well, tried to anyway. Bellinda grabbed her and kissed her. "I really wish you'd stay." Bella said as she released the tall woman. "I know, but I have to go." "Okay, call me." Bellinda pouted. "I will." Mavin seized the redhead's lips again and sealed the promise. "Aight, I'll see you later." "The things you do to me, Mavin." Bellinda sighed as Mavin shut the door behind her. "Are the things you crave." Mavin chuckled as she left the apartment. ********* The Next day ********* "Nah man, it won't work. I'll be too busy....Why the fuck would I do that?.....Look, you know as well as I do, the minute they start meeting relatives and going on trips to Hawaii, they get some fairytale dream stuck in their heads.....Bro, I fucking hate it when you say shit like that...You know better than to piss me off this early in the day....Aw hell no! No I'm not.....That's fine, if you all wanna visit, that's cool but I don't have time for a trip offshore.....Yeah whatever, I'll call dad....I don't know when I'll visit. Look man, I'm hanging up....Yeah, lay off the fucking eggnog....Hahaha, love you too...Later." Mavin got off the phone with her brother. He thought a trip to Hawaii was what Mavin needed at this time of the year. He accused her of being stubborn for not wanting to get Bellinda involved with her family. Zeke and his family would be visiting Mavin for the holidays. Mavin sighed as she saw her schedule pack on some holiday weight. It was Monday morning and she wasn't going to the lab. Instead she planned to stay at home and work on some things she'd been putting off for some time now. She picked up her phone again and punched Eva's digits. "Hey Luv Doc." Eva's melodic voice buzz on the line. "Hey baby, what's this I hear about you in New York?" "Well, like I said, I'ma be there. I might fly in on Friday and skip Atlanta altogether." "Fo' real?" "Yeah, why?" "Well, if you gon' be in town that early, there's a party popping that night." "Who's hosting?" "Jasmine Philips." "The bar chick?" "Watch your mouth, Eva. She ain't no bar chick." Mavin scolded. "Damn, she's that good?" Eva laughed. "With you defending her honor and shit." "Eva, shut up. She's not in my repertoire." "Aight, aight. So she's hosting a party. You gonna invite me or what?" "Yeah, I'm inviting your skanky ass." "Excuse you? My ass is not skanky and I know for a fucking fact that you're a bigger slut than I could ever dream to be." "Hahaha...aight, we're even. Wait, you have dreams of being a slut?" "Doesn't everybody? You're so good, you have bitches stalking your ass." "Wow, I would never have guessed it." Mavin said with mock surprise. "Damn girl, you shuda came to me a long time ago." "Well, I guess I'll have to make up for lost time under your apprenticeship." "You bet your sweet ass you will. See you on Friday." "Aight sweetie. I'll call you when I land." "Yeah, do that." Mavin grinned as Eva hung up. Mavin leaned back in her chair and took a deep breath before beginning her work-at-home day. She had four new committee assignments to get started on. New drugs, new tests and more reports. She would have to get them started as soon as possible, in the lab. She had a couple of programs to debug and ship off to her trusty testers. After that, she had to fit about fifteen meetings into her schedule for the week. When all that was done, she'd have to get her place ready for the small onslaught of holiday cheer it would no doubt receive at the hands of her brother and his wife. She also had to buy gifts. Mavin spent most of her Monday at her workstation, typing or talking and only taking breaks to eat. By nightfall, she was pretty much exhausted. She got up around seven and proceeded to beat herself up more in her gym room. She only did cardio but she made sure she flooded the floor with her sweat. By the time she was ready to turn in, she just showered and went straight to sleep without so much as a late thought about the next day. *********** Tuesday *********** Bellinda sat in a meeting with an art duo. A team of brother and sister that wanted to feature their work in Bellinda's gallery. She heard them drone on about what their art meant and why they felt Illusions was the best place to showcase it. But she wasn't exactly listening. All she was thinking about were the things she wanted to say to Mavin later that day. She'd spent the whole of yesterday working with Adrian. It wasn't really work at this point because the essential parts were completed. They were just tweaking the interior designs and patterns. Adrian informed her that construction was already beginning and as a result she would be spending more time on the site. That was a mild relief for Bellinda. She sighed dreamily as she felt some of her burdens being erased. "Yes, that's what we aim to capture and we just love your work." The dark haired girl that was half of the duo smiled. "Oh, yes...Thank you." Bellinda said when she zoned back into the business at hand. "We understand that the general elements are different but we think our work could be complementary to yours." "Complementary?" Bellinda asked as she tried to make more sense out of where this had been going. "Yes, we...well, I was here a few months ago for the anniversary event and I was so mesmerized by the displays. I knew right then that this could be home for our work." The brown haired brother spoke excitedly. "Hmm....I see. Well did you bring anyth-" "Bellinda, call on line one. It's Mavin." Adam's voice sounded on the intercom. "Excuse me, I have to take this call. Can we meet on Thursday?" Bellinda reached for the handset. "Bring a few pieces and we'll go from there." "Thank you so much Miss Ross." The girl said as she got up. Bellinda nodded and watched them leave. "Adam, can you schedule Charlie and Simone for Thursday, same time?" "You got it." Adam responded over the link. "Thank you." Bellinda killed the link and picked up Mavin's line. "Mavin." "Bellinda, you ready for lunch?" Mavin said. "Yes, sure. Where do you want to meet?" "I'll pick you up in ten." "Oh alright, I'll see you then." "Aight." "Okay bye." Bellinda said and hung up. She scrambled with a few piles of papers and performance contracts that needed to be reviewed and signed. She cleared her desk and buzzed Adam. "Hey Agua Lad, I'm stepping out in a few so move my next appointment 'til later." "When will you get back?" "Not sure, but I'll call you so don't worry too much." "No problem. Which reminds me, Adrian called. She said she wants to see you tonight." "She wants to see me? Were those her actual words?" Bella said slightly taken aback. "Yes indeedy, I'm reading it right off my notepad." "Hmm... doesn't sound good. Usually we meet to work but whatever, I'll deal with it." "Okay Bee, I'll talk to you later." "Sure, now get back to work slacker!" "Ay, Ay Captain." Adam giggled as the line went off. Bellinda sighed and waited a few more minutes before leaving her office. She waited in the upper lobby-area overlooking the road outside. She saw Mavin's car rounding the bend and made her way downstairs to meet the tall woman. ********* Mavin parked her car and left the engine purring in the chilly, winter air. She got out and found Bellinda already waiting for her in the lobby. "You ready babe?" Mavin hugged the green-eyed woman. "Yes I am." Bellinda bit her lip as she thrilled in the feeling of Mavin's arms around her. "There's a diner uptown I'm itching to scope." Mavin said as she released Bellinda and led her out into the car. "Okay...I don't think it'd be safe to ask what kind of food they have." "Hahaha....we'll find out soon enough." Mavin shot Bellinda a grin and babied her car through Manhattan's streets. A few minutes later, they arrived at the diner. One of those kinds where the plate cost more than the actual morsel. They where seated in a booth that afforded some privacy and Mavin was particularly glad. Bellinda doubted her appetite considering what was weighing on her mind. The food echoed the work of a chef that greatly enjoyed experimentation, one that didn't give a damn about people's guts and how their experiments can affect them. "The decor is eye-catching enough to make you forget your appetite." Mavin observed wryly. "That's gotta be bad for business, I'd assume." The redhead agreed. "Yeah, well if they start serving flavored water, we're leaving." Mavin said matter-of-factly. Bellinda burst out laughing while Mavin signaled the waiter. "At least the music is good." "Ready to order?" The waiter asked in the peppy voice he'd been trained to use unmercifully on patrons. "Yes, but before we do, I just want to know...Do you serve off-menus items?" Mavin laid her piercing gaze on him. "Off-menu items?" The waiter looked at Mavin and then Bellinda as though he was trying to read their minds. "By that, I specifically mean flavored water." Mavin said and saw Bellinda trying to hold her laughter tightly behind her lips. She wasn't doing too well. "W-we don't have flavored water...unless you want it, maybe we can get it for you. Is that-?" "Wow, do they train you in ambiguity?" "Ambiguity sir..er..I mean, ma'am?" "Yeah, you want to keep the customer happy, so you just bullshit your way through a simple question." "I-I apologize but I-" The waiter fidgeted with his pen and pad. "Aight, I'll ask you again. Off-menu items, flavored water, yes or no?" "No." The waiter said, happy to be pleasing the customer. "Now, that wasn't so bad was it?" "Well I guess-" "What's your name?" "Percy." The brown-haired waiter said and prayed he wasn't blushing. Most times, impromptu prayers are ignored. "See that?" Mavin smiled at Bellinda who was trying so hard not to laugh. Mavin turned back to Percy and said, "I just asked you a question and you answered it directly, that's what I want." Percy nodded at break-neck speed. "Be cool Percy, I'm just messing with ya." Mavin grinned and sat back into the booth. "Go on and order babe." Mavin said to the redhead. "Um...I'll have the chef's special, whatever it is." "Good choice." Percy scribbled on his pad and prayed again that Mavin wouldn't bite his head off. "I'd like some iced tea, bring the whole pitcher." Mavin said and once again focused her gaze on him. "Coming right up." Percy said and left to do the rest of his job. "Mavin, I can't believe you just did that." Bellinda whispered in shock. "And I'm amazed that two of your five senses are fooling you." Mavin grinned. "You just totally embarrassed that guy." "I don't see it that way. All I did was make him a better waiter." "You're...I don't even know what to call you." "Call me Mavin, I told you that the first time we met." The dark woman gave a lopsided grin. Bellinda smiled and shook her head. She didn't know where to begin with what she wanted to say, even though it was burning on the tip of her tongue. There was so much to say and yet, she remained silent. She felt her skin tingling just below her exposed neck, she looked down to see why and then looked up to see Mavin's hazel eyes, drilling through her soul. "Out with it." Mavin breathed, more than said. Bellinda took a deep breath and sighed. "What are we doing?" "Talk to me Bellinda, don't bother setting traps." Mavin shook her head. "Okay fine, what do we have between us? I'm getting confused." Bellinda smiled nervously. "We have a relationship without strings. Nothing confusing about it." "Well I'm just...I dunno, I feel like there could be something more." "Like what? An engagement, a wedding and happily ever after?" Mavin scoffed and allowed her eyes to wander a bit. "Something like that, but you make it sound so hopeless." The redhead mumbled. "That's because it is where I'm concerned." Mavin laid her eyes on Bellinda to make her point. "Okay, scratch that...I'm-...it bothers me to think of you being unfaithful." "Unfaithful?" Mavin asked before Bellinda could say any more. "I guessed as much, but don't you think you're being a bit selfish about it? I mean, we're not exactly committed." "It's not that...Mavin, I-" Bellinda's mouth stayed open but the words weren't flowing. Percy came back with the food and drinks and turned away before he could fall into Mavin's lair. Mavin poured herself some iced tea despite the winter weather. She could afford to indulge in cold drinks because her body ran at a higher temperature than average. "So what is it?" Mavin asked and kept her eyes locked onto Bellinda's. "I just want to know, or feel like I'm...like I'm the only one." Bellinda said and averted her gaze. "Oh, I see where this is going." Mavin chuckled and gulped her tea. She remained silent for a while, just taking time to enjoy the flavor of the cold drink. She eyed the redhead a bit, taking in her eyes, nose, lips, bone structure, neck, shoulders, delicate hands, all the things she'd come to appreciate in the young woman. Mavin cleared her throat as a way of distracting her thoughts from the other places she appreciated. "Bellinda, you are the only one." Mavin said finally and set her glass down. "That's where the confusion really kicks in." "Aight, listen to me. You're unique, there's only one of you. When I'm with you, I'm with you alone in mind, body and spirit. I perceive you with my entire being. I'm not thinking about anyone except you. Then and now, in the moment. Do you understand what I'm saying?" "I think so." Bellinda said unable to decide what to do with her warring emotions. "Right now, Bellinda, that's all I have to give. I live by the moment. I savor each moment until it passes. The moments we share are precious just the way they are. You know, I don't want to fuck it up or put myself in a position to fuck it up. You get me?" Mavin let a smile wash over her handsome face. "Okay but just clear this up for me. If you're with me, you feel a certain way with me and if you're with someone else, you feel certain things...does anyone feel more..I dunno, important or better?" "Neither, it's just unique. Everyone is different despite the obvious similarities. People are different." "So I'm just one among many for you?" "No, you're just you. I don't hold a record of the women I've been with and I don't care to do so. Each person means more to me than just a fuck." Mavin chuckled and poured some more of the cold drink in her glass. "Except, Of course, the ones that were just fucks." "I see, so I don't mean enough for you to-" Bellinda started, her voice wavered slightly. "Stop right there. Just stop, aight?" Mavin said in a lower tone that suggested her rising temper. "Don't get it twisted, Bellinda. I'm not doing anything to hurt you or spite you in any way. That's just me. You don't need to be worrying about anyone else but you." "I am worrying about me, Mavin. I mean if you're gonna be fucking around there's bound to be trouble." Bellinda's voice rose but fell again when people around them stopped murmuring. "You want to school me on how to deal with women?" Mavin grinned despite her smoldering temper. "I'm not trying to school you on anything, I'm just saying...." Bellinda remembered her food. "What, safer sex? Shit, if I didn't know better I'd tell you I had that tattooed on my ass, years ago. Look, I'm not irresponsible, I'm promiscuous. Don't mix it up." Mavin gulped down some more tea. Bellinda wanted to kick herself for possibly having ruined a good lunch date. "Okay I think we're getting carried away here." "Nah, I think you've spent too much time romanticizing our relationship." Mavin chuckled with hidden relief as her anger ebbed. "You forget that for the most part we're still strangers. Let it be, Bellinda. Just enjoy it, 'cause any more or less and it will die." "I know that. It's just the thought of you with someone else...and I feel like I'm not enough for you or something." "Hmm...how can I make this clearer for you? It's not about what's enough. It's about what I want in a given moment and what I'm able to give." "So if you're with another woman, it means you're not thinking of me or I don't even exist in that moment?" "Fuck! No Bellinda, no!" Mavin gritted her teeth and let out a harsh breath, "That's not how it works and I refuse to say any more about it. It's just how it is, there's no science or applicable logic. That's just how I'm wired, aight?" Bellinda fell silent and dropped her head to twiddle her thumbs. She felt the hot wetness pelting her palms and was more reluctant to say anything else. She felt the heat from Mavin's body as the tall woman moved closer in the U-shaped booth. "Baby, what's the matter?" Mavin said she lifted Bellinda's chin to look at her. "Why the tears?" "I'm...I'm scared, Mavin." Bellinda sniffled as the tears stung her face. "There's nothing to be scared of." Mavin said and thumbed away a fresh tear. She pulled her handkerchief from her coat pocket and wiped the rest away. "Yes, there is. I'm afraid that I may be falling in love with someone who can't love me in return, at least not the way I want to be loved." Bellinda barely got the words out before Mavin pulled away from her like she was the Plague in human form. The look in Mavin's eyes belied her true feelings. If only Bellinda knew because she just burst into a river. "What?!" Was all Mavin could whisper to no one in particular. Bellinda's confession was rubbing her too many ways and Mavin couldn't decide which was wrong or right. She wondered how Bellinda could fall in love with her in the space of six months, despite Mavin's effort to keep things slow. It wasn't that Mavin didn't care for the redhead, but it was just to soon. Maybe the sex was too good and easily confused with love. Bellinda eyed Mavin through the salty torrent washing down her face. Her mascara could no longer withstand the abuse and thus, began to run. The look of horrible shock on Mavin's face settled into something she couldn't read. She kept her brimming green eyes on Mavin for a bit longer and wished that Mavin would say something, to confirm or ease her fears. Of all the edges Mavin had dangled her over, this one was the most precarious. She felt her body tensing at the knowledge of Mavin's large hand moving back to cup her face. She was expecting Mavin to tell her then and there that she didn't love her, couldn't love her, didn't want to love her, never had intentions of having a relationship. The fact that she'd heard the last one before only made her feel worse. Her small world of emotions was rocked off it's crazy axis when she suddenly felt Mavin's lips over hers. Mavin didn't know what to say. In fact she didn't think anything her brain could conjure up would do any good at all. She had been awestruck with what the redhead had just said. She'd also been terrified of what it meant. She was again relieved that Bellinda's tears weren't wholly her fault. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt the woman. So instead, she kissed her. Bellinda was caught between wanting to know what the kiss meant and how good and soothing it felt. It wasn't like any other kiss she'd shared with Mavin, it seemed this one had more meaning, more intensity, more uncertainty, more everything. Bellinda felt Mavin's tongue snaking into her mouth and she gladly sucked it like it was the last source of moisture in a sun-baked world. And at this moment, she was the only one privy to it. Escapade I'll never forget Homecoming this year. My boyfriend, Blake, came by my dorm to pick me up around 6 pm. He was in a very excited state and I could tell something was in the works. I asked him why he was so hyper and he told me that he was about to win the sex escapades, which was an annual challenge his fraternity put up each year to its members. There was a $2500 prize for the winner, which was determined by a committee of seven senior members. The way it worked any member that wanted to contest for the prize arranged a sexual escapade for the committee. At the end of the school year the committee voted on the best escapade and the winner got the prize money. Members of the fraternity could buy tickets to watch the escapade on the fraternity's closed circuit TV system, which was how the prize money was raised. Pulling off a really good escapade had grown progressively more difficult over the years because the word had gotten around and all the girls on campus were on their guard. Occasionally, a good escapade could be pulled off drawing on a naïve freshman or a clueless town girl but otherwise it was a tough gig. I learned as we drove that Blake had met a guy earlier in the day that he was willing to bet was, as he put it, a sissy boy. It seems Blake had met this guy, James, at the library while he was checking in some books. When one of the books fell to the floor, James retrieved it. Blake said that when James bent over to get the book his shirt rode up his back and exposed the waistband of a pair of pink panties. Blake said that it hit him right then and there like an epiphany that the $2500 was his for the taking. As soon as James turned back to face him, Blake remarked that he hadn't seen him in the library before. James told Blake that he had recently transferred from another school and started working at the library just this week. Blake said he invited James to attend a homecoming party at the frat house and James accepted. Blake told me that we were in fact on our way to pick James up as we spoke. I waited in the car while Blake went to fetch James and when they returned Blake introduced James to me and I leaned forward so that James could get into the rear seat of the car. I looked carefully as James crawled into the back seat hoping to get a peak of his underwear and verify for myself that this slightly built and pretty boy was wearing panties. Alas, my curiosity had to go unsatisfied as his shirt was tucked in and did not pull out of his pants. I was so anxious to know if it was really true that he wore panties that I almost asked him outright but didn't want to spoil Blake's escapade plan. We soon arrived at the party and Blake took James in tow and the three of us made the rounds having drinks and talking with members of the committee who had been alerted that an escapade was on tap. I could see that they were a bit puzzled about how James fit into the plan. We soon made our way to the upstairs room used for escapades and I slipped away to go to the in house theater in the basement with a complimentary ticket provided by Blake. Normally, only members were allowed to purchase tickets but an exception was made for an occasional guest from time to time. I got settled in along with a number of other ticket holders and the door was locked to keep out intruders. One of the members fired up the big screen plasma TV and we saw Blake ushering in the last of the committee, closing the door and locking it. Blake walked over and joined the group of guys, which included James. Blake asked the group, "How many of you have ever had your dick sucked by a sissy boy?" No one in the group volunteered having had that experience. Next, Blake said, "I have it on good authority that you've never had a really good blow job until you've had you cock sucked by a sissy." Several of the group nodded their head as if to confirm this piece of sexual lore. Blake next asked, "Would you agree that a guy that wears panties is a sissy boy? Again there were nods all around. We could see that James was getting very uncomfortable with where the conversation was going. Blake next announced, "Well, brothers I think we have a sissy boy right here in our mist," as he looked directly at James who looked as if he would like to shrink into invisibility. "I say let's have a look and see if Jamie here is wearing panties. If he is, I think we have a real live sissy boy to play with." Just as James made a move toward the door Blake grasp his upper arm and a couple of other committee members grabbed a hold of him as well. They quickly unfastened his pants and pulled them down. And there in all their feminine glory were a pair of dainty hot pink panties. My curiosity was satisfied but I could feel my lust rising rapidly as I anticipated what was developing. I could feel my juices starting to flow and knew that pretty soon my panties would be wet with those juices. Everyone in the room watched with rapt attention to see what would happen next. Soon the committee had Jamie, as they now called the sissy boy, stripped of everything but his panties. At this point, I noticed that Jamie had all of his body hair shaved. His legs, chest, arms and under arms were clean and smooth just like a girl. Jamie stood their looking embarrassed and vulnerable with his eyes cast toward the floor. Blake said, "OK, guys it looks like we have us a cock sucking sissy boy to play with. Isn't that right Jamie?" Without looking up and in a soft voice Jamie said, "I'm not gay. I just like the feel of silky things on my skin." Several of the committee members laughed and Blake replied, "Look at yourself. If you had tits you'd look just like a hot piece of ass. Hotties love cock and you will too when you're on your knees servicing these horney brothers." Jamie said, "No. I don't do that. Give me my clothes back I want to leave." Blake told one of the members to turn on the TV on a nearby wall, which when it came on showed the room and the group standing around Jamie. He then turned to Jamie and said; "See yourself up there on the TV. Either you're going to cooperate so we can have a little fun or tomorrow stills of you in your hot pink panties will be all over campus announcing a video that will be uploaded to an Internet site." Jamie looked defeated and asked, "If I do what you ask will you keep this private?" "Of course, we'll keep it private. It'll be just be between our crotches and your mouth," answered Blake with a smirk. Blake grabbed a pillow and threw it to Jamie saying, "Use this so you don't hurt your cute little knees when you go down on them." As he said this, Blake positioned himself in front of Jamie and told the committee to get in line. There was a good bit of jostling for position in the line. After the line was formed it was agreed to swing around in such a manner as to give everyone a good view of the action that was going down. Blake reached over and began rubbing Jamie's ass through his panties and commented, "Nice ass too. I bet you're a real tight fuck." Jamie whimpered, "Please, don't even think that. I couldn't take that." "Just kidding," said Blake with an insincere chuckle. "Now kneel." Jamie dropped to his knees on the pillow and Blake said, "Take my big boy out and make it happy bitch." Jamie reached up and unfastened Blake's pants and pulled them down around his ankles. I could see Blake's growing erection pushing against his white briefs and looked on in anticipation of getting a good look at the cock that had frequently filled my love tunnel up and pumped me full of hot, thick baby juice. Oh what a feeling. I loved riding that cock naked and thanked science for the pill that made it possible to do so worry free. The room was completely silent as everyone waited with eyes fixated on the screen. Jamie pulled Blake's brief's down and his rigid cock sprang to attention. The cyclopean eye in its head stared Jamie in the face like a one-eyed snake ready to strike. Blake said in a commanding voice, "Suck it bitch." Jamie hesitantly opened his mouth and slowly leaned forward. Blake thrust his pole like a spear right into Jamie's mouth, which took in about half of it and closed around the shaft. I had never sucked Blake's cock but I could imagine what it felt like going into Jamie's mouth. I had held that cock in my hand many times and knew how hard and hot it was when it was erect. I had also felt that heat and hardness as it had pushed its way into my love tunnel expanding me to accommodate it. Wow. What a great feeling to have that hunk of hard meat massaging my insides slick with my girl juice. I was envious of Jamie having that wonderful cock all to himself while I watched in lustful silence. Jamie had begun to suck on the shaft filling his mouth and seemed to be getting into it some. Blake took Jamie's face between his hands and gently began to fuck Jamie's mouth. Jamie passively submitted and let Blake have his way. Soon I saw Blake start to lengthen his thrusts just like he did when he fucked me. I knew from experience he was going to try to push his cock into Jamie just as far and deep as he could. I loved the feel of that cock filling me up and pushing hard to get every last centimeter inside my pussy. I hoped the sissy boy would love it like I did. I resolved to have a little girl-to-girl chat with him about it sometime. Maybe he could convince me to give it a try myself. It looked like fun to me. As I expected, Blake soon had his cock deep into Jamie's throat. All we could see of his cock was his pubic hairs pushing against Jamie's lips. Blake started slowly withdrawing his cock about half way to give Jamie a bit of breathing room and then driving it in deep again before a slow withdrawal. At last I could see that Blake was reaching his limit and I knew that he would shoot his load pretty soon. Moments later I saw Blake jerk and shudder as he held Jamie's face tightly between his hands while pushing his cock deep into his pussy throat. I could almost feel the hot spurts of cum that were erupting from Blake's cock into Jamie's throat. With one last quiver, Blake withdrew his wet cock from Jamie's mouth. The cock was still stiff and glistened with the saliva and sperm coating it had soaked up from Jamie's mouth. Jamie put his hands on his legs and panted as if trying to get his breath, which I suppose is exactly what he was doing. Everyone in the theater was excited and I suspect horney as hell. I felt a little strange being the only girl in the theater but it was turning out to be quite a show. Blake reached down placed his fingers under Jamie's face and tilted his face up until he was looking Jamie in the eyes. He said, "You are one hell of a cock sucker sissy boy. Damn, I haven't had an orgasm like that in a long time. Go ahead now and lick that big boy clean for me." Jamie reached out and took the base of the cock in hand and began to lick the length of the shaft. As he worked up the shaft a big glob of pearly white sperm oozed from the tip and he slurped it up almost eagerly. I thought to myself, 'whoa bitch save me a little for later.' Blake pulled away with a big grin of satisfaction on his face. He looked down at the front of Jamie's panties and said, "Look sissy boy. You got a hard on sucking my dick and you're leaking a little juice in your nice clean panties. You're a damn cum slut and didn't even know it." He then shouted, "Next," and walked away. The next boy in line stepped up and dropped his trousers and briefs releasing another stiff cock that stood at attention impatiently waiting to be attended to. Apparently reconciled to being the object of a gangbang, Jamie reached out and took the hard, throbbing cock in hand. Soon he had it buried in his mouth up to his hand, which was wrapped around the base. Jamie was eagerly sucking the swollen dick while his other hand gently massaged the fully loaded balls urging them on toward exploding and releasing their juicy content into his mouth. Jamie worked his way through the line of committee members some of whom were so hot they hardly lasted long enough to cum in Jamie's mouth. In fact, one premature ejaculator sprayed Jamie's face with his full load before Jamie could even take him into his mouth. By the time it was over, I could tell by the musky smell in the theater that most of the guys in the room had jerked off or spontaneously shot their load into their underpants. I knew the feeling since I could feel my wet panties sticking to me. As the scene on the TV faded out leaving a blue glow to fill the screen, I slipped quietly out of the theater and went to find Blake. Shortly, Blake came down the stairs with Jamie in tow. He was fully clothed now and looked down at his feet unwilling to make eye contact with any of the party goers in the house some of whom where whistling and making lewd remarks. Blake asked me to take Jamie to the car, handed me his keys and suggested that I drive Jamie back to his apartment. I took Jamie by the hand and said, "Come on sweetie, let's get out of this place and go home." Jamie actually looked up at me with relief on his face and said, "Yes, please get me out of here." I took Jamie to the car and we got in and drove away. I remembered where Jamie lived and headed for his apartment. I said to Jamie, "Jamie dear, I saw everything. I know you feel like you were taken advantage of but a girl has to expect that sort of thing if she lets herself get into vulnerable situations. You'll learn. You looked so sexy in your hot pink panties. You'll have to tell me where you got them." Jamie replied, "I will. I just love to wear pretty panties. They do make you feel sexy don't they." "Yes they do and when I'm down nothing perks me up like some pretty new panties." "I'll have to admit that I got turned on wearing nothing but my panties and seeing all those guys staring at me and radiating lust and desire just for me," said Jamie. "I sure got hot watching." "By the way, what is your name," asked Jamie. "You can just call me Tara honey pie," said Tara as she pulled the car into a parking spot in front of Jamie's apartment building. "Tara, would you like to come in for a minute? I've got some dynamite weed." "O.K. for a few minutes," said Tara as her cell phone began to sing out. Tara answered the call, which was from Blake. She told Blake that they had arrived at Jamie's and that she planned to stay for a little while for some girl talk and to make sure that Jamie was handling the escapade all right. Blake told her not to be too long and hung up. Once inside they sat down on a couch in Jamie's living room and he brought out some fixings and rolled a joint, which they smoked along with some wine that Tara found in the kitchen. After they were high, Tara sat cross-legged on the couch facing Jamie and took one of his hands between her hands. She then began to ask Jamie questions about how it felt to be the center of attention by a gaggle of hard cocks hanging off of horney hunks. Soon they were giggling about various aspects of the escapade, which even to Jamie seemed funny in hindsight. Tara told Jamie how hot and wet she had gotten watching him suck cock and guzzle warm creamy cum. With hardly a thought, Tara slid her skirt up around her waist and showed Jamie her damp panties. Jamie stared at the crotch of Tara's panties and said, "You have nice panties too. Could I touch them?" "Of course you can touch my panties," answered Tara with a giggle. Jamie reached over and ran his fingers lightly across the silky fabric that covered Tara's abdomen. Tara closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of Jamie's fingers sliding across her body. Slowly Jamie's fingers moved down and felt the damp sticky crotch of Tara's panties. The feel of Jamie's gentle touch on her crotch made Tara hot. When Jamie removed his fingers, Tara opened her eyes to find Jamie smelling of his fingers and then licking them. In a low husky voice Tara said, "If you like the smell on your fingers, you'll really like the smell when you press your nose into the crotch of my panties." With that said Tara spread her legs wide inviting Jamie to take her comment as a suggestion. In no time, Jamie was on his knees beside the couch and had his face buried between Tara's legs sniffing her girl scent deep into his nostrils. Tara was getting hotter and hotter and her juices were really flowing. After a few minutes of Jamie's stimulation Tara said, "Let me slide those panties off and you can taste my pussy, if you want to." Jamie pulled back and with a shy grin on his face replied, "Would you really let me taste your juicy pussy?" Tara answered, "I always wondered what sex with a girl would be like. I suppose a pretty sissy boy in hot pink panties is about as close as I'm going to get. Strip down so I can see those pretty panties and dive in." Jamie pulled his shirt over his head, kicked off his sandals and dropped his pants revealing his panties. Tara reached over and ran her hand up and down his smooth shaved legs and then across his panty covered buttocks. She then reached up and took each of his nipples between her thumb and finger and gently massaged them, then squeezed his nipples, which had become rigid from her attention. Tara released Jamie and he dropped to his knees in front of the couch and soon had his face buried between Tara's spread legs. Tara became almost insanely aroused as Jamie's tongue slick with her juices pressed between her pussy's lips and moved up and down her slit. The pleasure was almost too intense to stand. Just when she thought she couldn't stand any more Jamie began thrusting his tongue as deep into her love tunnel as he could get it. Jamie's tongue felt like a hyperactive little cock doing its best to wiggle its way up her tunnel. Tara had never felt anything like it before in her life. Finally, Jamie reached her clit and began sucking her clit into his mouth and holding her flesh firmly between his lips as he sucked and tongued the flesh captured in his mouth. With convulsive jerks Tara began multiple orgasmic waves that led her to yell out in pleasure before collapsing back on the couch exhausted. Jamie got up and collapsed on the couch beside Tara. His cock was hard and lying against his belly with the head oriented toward his navel. His erection was straining against the silky fabric of his panties grossly distorting their feminine shape and was now soiled with leaking pre-cum that left a large wet circle in the area occupied by the head of his dick. After Tara had regained her composure she turned and looked at Jamie and his obvious state of arousal. Tara felt so good she really wanted to do something for Jamie so she said, "Let me give you some relief girlfriend," as she leaned over and placed her hand on Jamie's rigid member. "My what a big clit you have," giggled Tara as her hand came to rest on Jamie's erection. Just the touch of her hand gave Jamie intense pleasure as was evident by his long slow intake of breath accompanied by a little shudder and a soft moan of pleasure. Tara loved the feel of the hard cock beneath the silky fabric of Jamie's panties and she began to gently rub her hand up and down the silky underside of the shaft along with occasionally running the tips of her pink fingernails up and down the shaft. After a few minutes of this treatment Jamie gave out a gasp and began thrusting his hips upward pushing his cock harder against Tara's hand as it spurted out successive globs of warm, sticky cum leaving his panties soaked in his ball juice and a spunky odor drifting through the air. After Jamie had expended himself and was lying back against the couch with his eyes closed, Tara said, "Wow, you had yourself quiet an orgasm honey. I've felt orgasms like that but this is the first time I've seen one. You need to wash out your panties and put on a fresh pair." Escapade Jamie opened his eyes and looked at Tara and replied, "Good idea. I'll be right back." He rose and sauntered toward his bedroom with his panty-clad buttocks swaying from side to side as his girlie walk carried him forward as if being drawn by a cord attached to his pelvis. Shortly, Jamie was back wearing a fresh pair of panties and a silky tank top. Tara rose and came over to him and took each of his hands in one of hers and looked deep into his eyes. Using almost a whisper she said, "Jamie, you really got me off tonight I never knew having a girl go down on me could be so exciting. It was the best orgasm I've ever had." Jamie asked, "Doesn't Blake ever make love to you with his mouth?" "Heavens no, exclaimed Tara, "Blake says doing something like that puts him into the role of a lesbian lover and though he doesn't say so I'm sure it threatens his sense of masculinity." "Surely you've had orgasms from having sex with Blake." "Actually, I haven't. To be honest Blake doesn't have enough staying power to get me off." "Why do you have sex with him or even go out with him then?" "Blake is well connected on campus and so it is socially advantageous to be his girlfriend. I also love the feel of sex with him. The feel of his hard cock pushing its way into me and filling up my insides is a wonderful feeling. When he is inside me I can feel every inch of his firm rod pressing against my love tunnel and radiating animal heat into my body. I really love it when he starts thrusting and running his big pole up and down my love tunnel. When he is about to cum, he pushes in so deep I fill like I've been impaled on a spear. I can fill every convulsion as his balls pump his juice through his cock to the head that then spits glob after glob into my belly." "Sounds exciting. Don't you get an orgasm from being fucked like that?" "As good as it feels, it just doesn't last long enough to bring me to an orgasm. Of course, once Blake has gotten off he isn't interested in any more sex so I have to wait until I get home and use my vibrator to finish myself off. But, Jamie dear, your mouth is ten times better than a vibrator and is just as exciting in its own way as Blake's cock. My pussy loves both so now I have the best of two worlds. I have a man to fuck me and a girlie boy to eat me like a lesbian lover would." "I loved the smell and taste of your pussy," said Jamie, "and I really got off on your excitement and orgasm. I'll get between your legs anytime you want me to nuzzle your muff." Tara released Jamie's hands and gave him a hug and then kissed him on the cheek. "I've got to run now. Blake is waiting on me to bring his car back. I want you to come over to my apartment tomorrow night and just us two girls will have a dress up party. I've got lots of sexy lingerie and pretty clothes that we can experiment with. "That sounds like fun," said Jamie with a big grin. "Girl, I've got a pair of Rumba panties that will really turn you on. They have these cute little rows of ruffles all across the backside. When I'm wearing them I really feel like strutting my stuff." "Wow. I can hardly wait to try them on," exclaimed Jamie. "OK. It's a date," said Tara. "I'll come by and pick you up around 7 pm. Also, if you have any special things you'd like to share with me pack them up and bring them along. We're going to have one fun evening dressing up and just being totally fem." With that Tara turned and started for the door. "See you tomorrow," said Jamie as Tara stepped out of his apartment and closed the door.