3 comments/ 63917 views/ 14 favorites Mistress Arianne and Her prey By: Lady LeStat -A- Feeling another migraine coming on, Jess decided to make an appointment at the nearest doctor's office. Since she was new in town and didn't know anyone she just looked one up in the yellow pages. Parking her car, she grabbed her purse and opened the door, welcomed by the hot rush of New Orleans air that blew through her long raven black hair. Walking into the doctor's office, Jess filled out the required paperwork and took a seat in the waiting area. While she was waiting, she decided to file her nails, pulling her nail file from her purse. "Jess Williams?" Startled from her filing, Jess looked up to see a beautiful nurse. Picking up her purse, Jess walked over toward the nurse standing in the doorway. After being shown to her room, Jess eased onto the examining table. After taking Jess's height and weight, the nurse preceded to bed over slightly reaching into a drawer for a thermometer. Jess bit her lower lip, watching as the nurse's skirt tantalizingly rose up Her thighs as She reached over into the drawer. Her beautiful, alabaster, long legs making Jess feel the heat rising in her body and centering between her thighs. After getting the thermometer from the drawer the nurse turned to Jess, seeing the desire blazing in her sapphire eyes and the flush in her cheeks, She gave her a wicked, knowing grin. Jess fought for sanity as She bent forward sticking the thermometer underneath her tongue, Her low-cut blouse giving her a glimpse of Her beautiful breasts contained in Her white silk bra. Jess noticed Her name tag said Arianne. Mmmm, what a beautiful name, she thought. Taking the thermometer from her mouth, Arianne glanced at it, "99.3, little hot are you?" She said with a hint of laughter. Her voice danced across her skin like silk, causing Jess to forget why she was there, all she could think about was what it would be like to taste Her. "Hmmm?" Jess asked, blushing from her lack of concentration. "you're temperature, it's 99.3." Arianne said smiling at her. "Oh, thanks." Jess managed to stutter. As She turned to write down her temperature on her chart, Jess's sapphire eyes darkened considerably and her gut tightened in response, her quick sweep of her gaze looking at Her tantalizing legs causing her nipples to bead against her white linen blouse. Arianne turned and smiled. A slow, sexy, thoroughly distracting curve of Her lips that fired Jess's imagination. If it wasn't enough to get her wet, she noticed a hint of mischief filled Her eyes. "I'll show you Mine, if you show Me yours." Arianne said in a sultry voice laced with pure sin. For the first time in her life, Jess forgot how to breath. At a loss for words, Jess started at Arianne. No. She absolutely had not heard what she thought she'd heard. "i'm sorry, what'd You say?" Jess finally choked out. "I said, I'll show you Mine, if you show Me yours." An image flashed in Jess's mind. The marble floors, the examining table, examination charts hanging on the walls. And Arianne. Her heat, Her body surrounding her, pressing her up against the wall, Her hands slowly caressing her breasts...Her mouth hot, demanding... Shaking herself from her fantasy Jess caught her breath seeing the intensity shining in Arianne's eyes as She returned her stare. Jess bit her bottom lip to squelch the moan bubbling up inside her; her breathing turned shallow as pure hunger filled Her gaze. Jess could have sworn Arianne physically stroked her just as seductively when her gaze traveled the length of her. Jess envisioned Arianne's mouth covering hers, kissing her deeply while She painted her flesh with warm scented oils. The slick, moist oil against her skin, Her hands pressing her thighs open, exploring, painting, touching...kissing her intimately. There was nothing imaginary about the pressure between her legs, only the reality of the insistent need clawing at her, reminding her of how long it had been since she'd last had sex. The incredible sensitivity of her breasts as they swelled and tightened inside the cups of her bra served as another reminder that reality had indeed intruded upon fantasy. Jess sat transfixed, seeing Arianne's impossible-to-resist grin, Her interest simmering in Her eyes as She swept Her gaze down her length. Jess wished her nipples hadn't tightened, or her tummy hadn't flipped. "So, exactly how involved are you?" Arianne asked, watching her closely. "i'm not involved," Jess said, her voice laced with humor. "Good." She couldn't help Herself. Her grin widened. "Then it's safe to ask you to dinner?" Jess's nervous words would've been more effective if it hadn't been for the brief flash of pleasure in her eyes. "Why would i do that?" Nervousness coated her gentle laughter. "Because you think I'm irresistible. So, how about that dinner?" She pressed, narrowing the remaining distance between T/them. Jess caught the edge of her bottom lip between her teeth. Weighing her options? She hoped the scale tipped in Her favor. Just thinking about kissing her was starting to make Her wet. Jess tilted her head back to Her. Uncertainty mingled with longing in her eyes. "W/we probably shouldn't. " her voice lacked the conviction necessary to dissuade Her, courtesy of her soft, sultry tone. "Why not?" She took one last step, Her thigh brushing against her knee. "Let's take all this chemistry out for a ride and see where it leads." She knew exactly where She wanted it to lead...right to the nearest bed. "i..." "you what?" Arianne bent toward her, her breath fanned Her lips. "Want Me to kiss you?" "Yes," she whispered. Not about to give her an opportunity to change her mind, She cupped the back of her head and brought Her mouth down softly over hers. Apparently gentle wasn't her thing, nor was she shy about upping the ante. her slender arms wound around Her neck, bringing T/their bodies together, but not close enough to suit Her. The silken glide of her tongue taunted Her, teased Her, dared Her to deepen the kiss. She willingly obliged, slanting Her mouth over hers and stealing inside to take all she offered. she tasted sweeter than She'd imagined. And minty, She thought. Like fresh peppermint taffy. Moving Her hands to the swell of Jess's hips, She urged her off the examining table and into Her arms. she pressed against Her, her beaded nipples brushing temptingly against Her breasts through the thin material of her blouse. Arianne skimmed Her hand up her side and along her rib cage to cup the side of her breast with Her palm. Jess let out a soft moan and pulled her arms from around Her neck. For a brief moment She thought She'd taken things too far--until the coolness of her fingers interlaced with Hers and she guided Her hand over her breast. She dragged Her thumb over her nipple, and slid Her other hand over her ass. Jess moaned into Her mouth and her fingers flexed over Hers. Jess imagined what it would be like to have Arianne on top of her with a strap-on, the enticing sway of Her breasts as She thrust into her. Slow. Easy, going into her deep, taking it inside her tight, hot cunt until the pressure built and her body demanded more. Harder. Faster, driving toward fulfillment with each thrust of T/their bodies until T/they came together in an explosion of heat. Jess guided Her hand from her breast, over her stomach and lower, sighing into Her mouth when She cupped her sex. she tested Her control when she rocked against Her hand. A loud rap on the door sent T/them scurrying in opposite directions. Arianne dragged Her hand through Her hair and watched Jess get back up on the examining table. her shoulders rose and fell as she drew in a deep breath then let it out slowly, her hand trembling as she brushed back a lock of hair behind her ear. Arianne took comfort in the fact that she was obviously as rattled as She by the unexpected passion of that kiss. After Jess was done seeing the doctor and he left to get her a prescription written out for her migraines, she smiled when Arianne came back in. Handing her her prescription, Arianne smiled. "How's seven sound for dinner?" Jess glanced nervously around the room. "Good." she said not looking at Her. she cleared her throat. "Uh, where should i meet You?" She would have preferred to pick her up Herself, but She understood and respected her caution. Despite the hot kiss that still had Her blood simmering, she knew nothing about Her. But that didn't mean she couldn't follow Her back to Her place after dinner, She thought hopefully. Arianne jotted the name of a casual restaurant close to Her apartment on a piece of paper and handed it to her. "See you at seven." She considered the wisdom of one last kiss. One final taste of sweet peppermint and hot passion. Jess folded the not and slipped it inside her pocket. "i'll see You then." The door swung open and the doctor handed her another prescription for her allergies. Whatever happened to knocking? Arianne thought. The doctor's interruption--again--annoyed the hell out of Her. So much for testing the wisdom of one last kiss. "i'll see myself out." Jess said, then disappeared down the hall. Arianne let out a sigh. "Have a great day." Her thoughts remained centered on sweet peppermint and hot, wet kisses. Jess's hand shook as she reached for a pen in her purse, standing at the counter. "i need..." A cold shower. Preferably with ice water. "i'll need to schedule another appointment, " she said, not the least bit surprised her voice trembled. her nerve endings were still alive with sexual awareness. After setting up her check-up appointment, Jess headed back out into the warm, beautiful day. The trip back toward her apartment seemed to last just minutes since her thoughts were on a certain beautiful nurse. she giggled, boy am i in trouble now, she thought. Just thinking of Arianne's I-want-you eyes nearly sent her up in flames. Jess had missed lunch, so after leaving the doctor's office, she'd made a quick stop for a bite to eat at a local deli and spied a linen store across the street. While she'd been cruising the aisles, she'd seen a beautiful set of teal satin sheets and knew she had to have them. After setting her keys and purse on the table she went to grab her new sheets, and shut and locked both locks and set up the alarm, and double checked to make sure she'd locked both locks. Because of her past she tried to play things safe. As a rule, Jess proceeded with an abundance of caution when it came to relationships. No wonder her affairs were few and far between--she practically avoided relationships. Except there'd been nothing "safe" about the way she'd kissed Arianne. she'd left little room for doubt in Her mind exactly how much she'd wanted Her. Short of tearing off Her clothes right then and there, she didn't think she could've been more daring. Or foolish. she knew what could happen if she failed to take precautions in regard to her own safety all too well. When she'd chosen her apartment, she'd chosen a unit on the second floor rather than the first as a deterrent to would-be intruders. And she'd called a locksmith to install extra security locks to her windows, and replaced the single lock on the front door with two heavy duty deadbolts and a security bar. As well as an alarm system to alert of intruders. Maybe by accepting the date with Arianne she hadn't been her normal precautious self, but she couldn't ignore the attraction between T/them either. After putting her new satin sheets on her bed, Jess took a shower, and then went and stood at her closet trying to figure out what to wear. Jess fingered through several blouses and finally decided on her sleeveless cream-colored silk shell with a deep scooped neckline and her button-fly carpenter jeans which were not only comfortable, but also flattering. Jess had blow dried her long, raven black hair straight. In addition to her standard berry lipstick, she'd applied a layer of shimmering gloss, then selected silver chandelier earrings for an even bolder look. Tossing the tube of lengthening mascara into her makeup drawer, she looked in the mirror and hardly recognized herself; she looked like...a woman who didn't know the meaning of cautious. Walking back to her closet, Jess picked up her black four-inch heels that had been sitting in her closet unused. Giggling to herself, Jess thought they said sex; red would scream multiple orgasm, but she didn't have any red heels. she'd initially regretted giving in to the impulse to buy the shoes. They'd been an impractical extravagance, but now she was grateful she had them. Anxiety made breathing a concentrated effort. she had only met Arianne that morning, and already she felt wildly attracted to Her, she thought, glancing at her trembling hands. Jess never rushed into relationships, and hand once dated a woman three times before she'd had even a conscious thought of kissing her. With Arianne, she'd been counting the minutes until she could taste Her again. She's a world-class kisser, incredible beautiful, not to mention sexy, and intelligent. Jess caught her bottom lip between her teeth. i like Her, she thought, her heart pounding so hard she feared it would burst right out of her chest. She is the kind of Woman...that i could fall for. she stood, and checked herself in the mirror before walking out of the bedroom. If she didn't leave now, she might chicken out, and she hadn't bought new sheets because she'd planned to sleep in them alone. By the time she got downstairs, Jess's anxiety was nearly nonexistent; her excitement over spending an evening with Arianne, however, remained as strong as ever. If the quaking of Jess's limbs were being monitored by the Richter scale, she'd easily register a reading high enough to flatten the greater New Orleans area and beyond. Fearing hyperventilation if she didn't get a grip and calm her rattled nerves, she took advantage of her early arrival by closing her eyes and breathing deeply. Holding the steering wheel of her Acura Legend in a death grip, she tried to imagine herself in the grass near a stream. Blocking out the bustle of the busy city around her, she imagined the soothing sound of water flowing over rocks and lapping at the shoreline. In her mind, the leaves of the trees fluttered softly overhead on the warm, summer breeze. The sun beat down on her, warming her skin as she gazed at the shifting shapes and images formed from enormous white cottony clouds. The rhythm of the water changed suddenly, drawing her attention away from the clouds. Shielding her eyes from the glare of the sun with her hand, she rose up on one elbow to see a gloriously naked Arianne emerge from the stream. The fresh, cool water clung to Her flawless alabaster skin, rivulets of moisture winding a sensual path down Her breasts. Slowly, She moved toward her, a seductive grin on Her face. Jess followed the path of water sliding down Her body. She was so beautiful. Everywhere. A sigh escaped. A pathetically dreamy one that had her opening her eyes. She closed her eyes, then snapped them open and frowned. This was not supposed to be a fantasy, but an exercise in relaxation. Maybe her subconscious knew something she didn't? Oh God, she hoped so. One last attempt had her lashes fluttering closed again. her grip on the steering wheel slackened as she envisioned reaching her arms around Arianne, welcoming Her... A light rap on the driver's side window made her shriek. she flinched so hard, her knee slammed into the steering wheel. One hand flew to her check in a vain attempt to still the wild beating of her heart, while the other massaged her knee and what would no doubt be an ugly bruise come morning. Jess turned her head to see Arianne offer an apologetic little half smile that did nothing to slow the pounding of her heart. In fact, she could've sworn her pulse picked up speed. So much for relaxing and getting a grip. With on final deep, far-from-calming breath, she pulled her keys from the ignition. Grabbing her purse and opening her door she looked at Her. "You scared me half to death." "Sorry about that." She sounded about as contrite as the sexy tilt of Her mouth had been apologetic. "I waved, but you didn't see Me." Oh, she had seen plenty. The image would remain etched on her conscience for eons. "i was...lost in thought," she murmured. If only You knew. Jess, locked her car, then attempted to stuff her keys inside her purse. Unsure of whether to blame her nerves, the fantasy or the Woman responsible for both, the keys slipped from her fingers and landed on the pavement with a clatter. she stared in fascination as She stooped to retrieve them for her. Her intense raven hair gleamed under the setting sun, and Her beautiful body...oh my. her imagination went into overtime as she envisioned dragging her nails over Her flesh, along the slopes of Her back to Her ass where her fingers pressed into the taut flesh, holding Her to her... She stood and held her keys out to her, a quizzical expression on Her beautiful face. "Are you okay? you're looking a little flushed." It's called hot and bothered, Sweetie. "i'm fine. It's just...uh...just the humidity," she stammered, then fanned herself with her hand while managing a nervous laugh. She probably thought she was an idiot. "Maybe W/we should go inside. You know. Air conditioning?" Thankfully She agreed, motioning for her to go ahead of Her. she stepped over the curb to the concrete walkway and winced, unsure which caused her more discomfort, her sore knee or her feet, courtesy of the unaccustomed height of the four-inch spiked heels. "you look incredible, " She said when She came up behind her. More heat crept into her cheeks, but she didn't mind the cause this time. "Thank You." she cast a sideways glance in Her direction as T/they reached the entrance of the restaurant. She looked just as sexy as when she'd left Her hours ago. "You do too." She chuckled, the sound warm and inviting. She snagged her hand, sending a jolt to her system. Lacing T/their fingers together, She tugged gently until she faced Her. Before she realized Her intentions, She dipped Her head and Her mouth covered hers, hot and determined. Her tongue pressed against the seam of her lips demanding entrance. The world around her faded as she welcomed Her inside. A sigh rose in her throat and she leaned into Her. Arianne ended the kiss just as abruptly, leaving her with a distinct sense of disappointment. she wanted more. A lot more. The sooner the better. And couldn't care less that T/they were in public. She traced the outline of her jaw with a light brush of Her fingertips against her skin, Her touch impossibly gentle. "Relax, Jess, " She said quietly. "Nothing is going to happen here that you don't want to happen, okay?" Coherent thought took more effort than she could possibly muster, but she did manage a mute nod in response. The way her lips tingled and her insides kept twittering and jumping all over the place, she'd be lucky to ever have a rational thought again that didn't include Arianne and the way She so effortlessly reduced her to sheer idiocy with a mere kiss. Good Lord, she hated to think what would happen to her rationale when T/they had sex. With her hand still clasped in Her, T/they approached the hostess who gave T/them a knowing smile before leading T/them toward the rear of the restaurant. Jess tried to take care as she maneuvered the rough-textured terra-cotta tiled flooring in her heels, but she couldn't get Her that-you-don't-want-to-happen line out of her head. The hostess led T/them into a relatively secluded area. T/they were seated in the last vacant booth near an indoor waterfall decorated with lava rocks and artificial plants. Arianne took the menus the hostess offered since Jess's gaze was riveted in fascination at the beautiful waterfall. Plucking the drink menu from the holder, She spread it open so T/they could view it together. Mistress Arianne and Her prey Jess leaned forward resting her arms on the glass tabletop. The mixed drink choices offered the standard blended fare with a tropical slant, a variety of intriguing shooter combinations, half of which she'd never heard of, and the usual mixed drinks. A young waiter approached to take T/their drink order and introduced himself as Joey. Jess flipped the drink menu closed and returned in to the holder. "Strawberry Daiquiri, please." "Make that two." Arianne told the waiter. "A woman after My own heart, " Arianne said once Joey shuffled off. Jess played with her napkin. "Oh? How's that?" "your choice of drink, exotic." Arianne said, smiling. Why that gave her heart a jolt, she couldn't say, but she liked the feeling as much as she enjoyed the electric intensity of Her gaze as She looked at her. The sexy, sultry tone of Her voice wasn't bad, either. Definitely all of the above, she decided. When it came to her reaction to the Woman seated across from her, Anything Goes was quickly becoming her motto. Jess cleared her throat and shifted uncomfortably under Her stare. "Do You come here often?" she asked lamely. From Her reaction, she was betting not. "No, a friend of Mine told Me about this place, so I figured I would try it out. She told Me about it when she was having a Christmas dinner here." Finding Arianne under a tree on Christmas morning could be loads of fun, she thought. Of course She'd be wearing nothing but one of Her heart-stopping smiles and a big red bow, waiting to be unwrapped solely for her pleasure. In desperate need of distraction before she wound up caught in the middle of another delicious fantasy, she scanned the menu and decided on the grilled chicken with rice and a salad just as Joey returned with a pair of frosted glasses with T/their strawberry daiquiris. He took T/their order, promising to return soon with the appetizers Arianne ordered for T/them. After talking some small talk, the waiter returned with T/their appetizer, a platter of deep-fried shrimp, pineapple spears, and mango slices and a variety of dipping sauces. He vanished as quickly as he'd appeared. She stared at her mouth, overwhelmed by the sudden urge to kiss her again, as she put a chunk of pineapple into her mouth. Sweet juice coated her lips and she used the tip of her tongue to collect the moisture. Arianne shifted on Her side of the booth. Forget kisses. Kissing was highly overrated compared to the images flashing through Her mind of exactly where She'd like to see her mouth and that pretty pink tongue. She'd bet she had plenty of skills, and the idea of Her being the One to exploit those particular talents was making Her wet. How was it that She had the feeling She'd known her forever, when in reality it'd been less than a day? Jess placed a slice of mango into her mouth, seemingly oblivious to Her train of thought. her eyes glittered like beautiful royal blue sapphires, as she gazed at Her smiling softly. After T/they finished eating T/their dinner, Jess offered for T/them to go do something a little different, but fun. "This is a little more difficult than I thought it would be, " Arianne said good-naturedly. Jess gave Her an encouraging smile. "Your technique is good." Better than good, she thought. The Woman was nothing short of a pro. "Are You sure You haven't done this before?" "Until you, " She teased, "I was as pure as the driven snow." Jess laughed heartily, as she'd been doing for most of the night. Whether it was the carnival atmosphere of the miniature golf course giving her a more lighthearted feeling than usual, or the company of the Woman she couldn't seem to stop touching at every opportunity, she didn't know, and quite frankly, she didn't much care. "Somehow i doubt that." she teased. Arianne's eyes filled with hunger when She looked at her, leaving her with the distinct impression T/they were no longer discussing Her golf technique. A heaviness settled in her tummy. she hadn't believed it possible for her to experience such insistent need for someone she'd only met, but from the simmering in Her eyes, the sentiment was definitely mutual. By suggesting T/they play miniature golf after dinner when she had a perfectly good apartment where T/they could've been alone, hadn't been her brightest idea. Whatever had she been thinking? Jess knew exactly what she'd been thinking--while she might be wildly attracted to Her, she really didn't know Her all that well. Not wanting the evening to end too soon, the outdoor miniature golf complex had seemed like a safe alternative. Not exactly the pleasurable pursuits she'd had in her mind, but the time she'd spent with Arianne hadn't been a waste. "Show Me again," She said. "I have one shot left and I want it to count." "Oh, all right." Her helpless act had grown old over an hour ago, but she was happy to take advantage of the opportunity to get close to Her again, to feel Her soft skin under her hands, to breath in Her tantalizing feminine scent. "Put Your thumbs together lengthwise. Like this." she instructed. she moved in close and eased her hands slowly over Hers. "It'll strengthen Your grip as Your club won't slip when You stroke like it did the last time." The sultry tone of Her voice, combined with the warm fan of breath against her hear sent a delightful shiver sliding down her spine. she turned her head to the side and stared at Her mouth. "Just make sure you hold on...tight." Desire flamed in Her eyes. she was playing with fire and loving every second of it. When She looked at her that way, she couldn't think straight. Jess stepped out of Her way, not to give Her room, but for her own sanity. The view of Her ass as She bent over the club preparing to put the golf ball through the lion's mouth had her curling her toes into the patch of Astroturf. She took Her shot and made it on the first try, as She'd been doing all night long. The grin of Her face when She looked at her over Her shoulder was nothing short of triumphant. "That's game." Jess folded her arms and tilted her hip slightly to the side. "For Someone Who claims to have never played miniature golf " she said skeptically, "You certainly beat the pants off me with not problem." "Now you're talking." She walked toward her, a definite predatory light in Her gaze that sent her pulse careening. "Care to have another go and make it interesting this time?" "Not a chance. You've played before. Come on, Arianne. Admit it." She took a step back, then with the putter gripped in Her hands, She adjusted Her stance as if She were stepping up to a tee on the back nine. Jess gasped when She swung the club with the precision form of a seasoned pro. "You're a liar. How long have You been playing?" "Tonight was My first time." Her heart-stopping grin was anything but innocent when She wrapped Her arm around her waist and hauled her against Her. "But I've played real golf before." Every nerve ending in her body came instantly and even more vibrantly alive at the contact. her breasts swelled, and the sharp tug of desire in her belly made her damp with need. "You cheated," she said, but the whispered words sounded more like an invitation that the playful accusation she'd intended. Ducking Her head, She brushed Her lips over hers in a feathery kiss before letting her go. "I did, didn't I?" "Your shameless." Needing to catch her breath, she scooted away from Her to the stone bench where she'd dropped her shoes upon entering the final obstacle of the miniature golf course. Jess slipped her feet back into her shoes while watching Her retrieve T/their discarded clubs, attempting to recall when she'd last enjoyed herself so thoroughly--with a Woman or otherwise. In no hurry to return to her place--alone--she leaned back on her hands and stretched her legs out in front of her as She joined her on the bench. Arianne rested Her elbows on Her knees and leaned forward, the putters clasped loosely between Her palms in front of Her. "Tonight was fun. Thank you." "i just had that very same thought." Realization slammed into her with a force of a freight train, leaving her momentarily breathless. The elusive emotion she'd been struggling to pinpoint suddenly became amazingly clear. The constant presence of fear she carried with her had mysteriously disappeared. Being with Arianne had accomplished what nothing, not the extra locks on her doors and windows, not the alarm systems or the precautions she took to ensure her safety, had done. With Her, she felt safe, a sensation she hadn't experienced with any degree of honesty in a long time. No wonder she didn't immediately recognize it. The feeling had all but become foreign to her. As T/they walked toward the parking lot after returning T/their clubs, her earlier nervousness slowly returned. T/they reached her car, and she pulled her keys from the front pocket of her jeans. she'd left her purse hidden under the seat and locked it in her hidden under the seat and had locked it in her car so she wouldn't have to keep an eye on her purse while T/they golfed. Arianne took the keys from her, then unlocked and opened the door for her. Would She ask or would She leave it up to her to issue the Y/your place or M/mine invitation? Nothing is going to happen that you don't want to happen. The words She'd whispered to her at the restaurant clamored through her mind. That was her problem. Jess did want something to happen, something sexy and exciting and fulfilling. Arianne stepped forward, sandwiching her between Her breasts and the interior of her car. Heat engulfed her from head to toe, but it had nothing to do with the weather, and everything to do with sex. She settled Her hands low on her hips, sparking myriad sensual, erotic images. Her hands on her bare hips, guiding her over Her as she slid down the length of Her strap-on. Touching. Exploring. Tasting. Jess looked into Her eyes and her breath caught as the heat swirling in the depths of Her gaze, igniting a flame that burned her deep inside. her feminine senses were already spinning out of control and T/they hadn't even kissed again. She drew her closer until her breasts brushed against Hers. The air crackled with pent-up, sexual energy, and her nipples beaded into tight buds, rasping against the lace cups of her demi bra. she wanted to feel the warmth of Her hands on her breasts, the heat of Her mouth as She tasted her, the pull of need in her belly as She suckled her. Wreathing her arms around Her neck brought T/their bodies even closer. Applying the slightest amount of pressure she urged Her head down for a hot openmouthed kiss. If she couldn't find the words to tell Her what she wanted, then she'd just have to show Her. She tasted like heaven, warm, sweet, and feminine. Hot. Demanding. Intoxicating. Safe. Jess's fingertips teased the wavy strands of hair brushing Her blouse, then she ran her hands through Her hair and boldly explored Her. she plastered her body to Her. Moving against Her, she was rewarded with a moan of pleasure. Jess skimmed her hand of Her skirt and issued a moan all her own at such a delicious discovery. The reality of Her put her fantasies to shame and she was suddenly glad of the dark shadows of the parking lot. Her mouth left hers to skim her jaw, Her lips trailing a steamy path down the side of her neck. Sensation shot through her with lightning speed and she lost her balance, stumbling backward. She caught her and pressed her up against the side of her car, surrounding her with Her heat, Her need. Beneath Her skirt, she felt Her wettened panties, her own sex pulsed in response and she ached for Her touch as much as she craved the feel of Her hot and wet beneath her hand. Without shame or regret, she took what she wanted. Slipping her hand beneath the fabric of Her panties, and gently stroked the velvety smoothness of Her. Arianne sucked in a sharp hiss of breath, and brought Her mouth down hard on hers. Need raked her insides. Skimming Her hands along her sides to her waist, Her fingers then worked the button on her jeans. Warm, sultry air brushed her skin. Her fingers dipped beneath the lace of her panties and her world spun. Nerve endings she'd forgotten existed burst into flames at the first bold slide of Her fingers over her dewy folds. Jess wanted Arianne. Here. Now. Desire pulsed through her veins; her skin grew tighter, hotter. her frustration mounted. she wanted Arianne in a way she hadn't ever experienced and it frightened her as much as it exhilarated her. Wanted Her inside her, craved the weight of Her body over hers, the length of Her strap-on stroking her deeply, consuming her. Her fingers bit into her hips and She set her away from Her, ending what T/they'd started far too soon. She rested Her forehead against hers, Her breathing as ragged as her own. At least she was granted the satisfaction on that front, although a far cry from the satisfaction her body demanded. "I think W/we'd better say good night." Her voice was tight. "W/we could get arrested out her if this goes any further." Disappointment filled her, yet failed to completely quell the delicious sensations still humming inside her. "Probably a good idea," she reluctantly agreed, although for the life of her, she couldn't summon a single argument in support of the decision, threat of arrest notwithstanding. "i do have an early day tomorrow." Arianne placed one final, hard kiss on her lips, then moved back and waited for her to climb into her car before She closed the door. With trembling fingers, she managed to slip the keys into the ignition and start the vehicle so she could lower the window. With one hand resting on the roof, She leaned toward her, "How does tomorrow night look to you?" Jess gave Her her most sultry smile. "Very promising." she whispered huskily, then indulged in one last taste. she made it good, too, so She'd have no mistaking exactly what she had in mind tomorrow night. Not that she'd left much to Her imagination already. She moved away from her car. "I'll call you, and W/we'll make plans." Jess nodded, and disengaged the emergency brake, shifted into reverse and pulled out of the parking space. she didn't bother to tell Her the only plans T/they'd be making concerned which side of the bed She preferred. Once back in her apartment, she reset the alarm for the night, turned off the lamp in the entry and headed down the hall toward her bedroom. Thinking about her past and all that had happened to her sent a chill down her spine. Remembering that night she'd had to have the police come to her house and take her to the hospital for the violent rape and sodomy she'd endured, pained her. Shaking her head, she tried to clear her thoughts. Jess's life had been irrevocably altered, but she'd come away with a clear vision of her future. she wanted to help others. she didn't suffer from a superhero complex, nor was she arrogant enough to believe she held the power to single-handedly bring about the end of violence in society. she didn't operate under the misguided assumption that for everyone she helped, would make her problems disappear. The sudden rise in volume courtesy of a television commercial jolted her back to the present. she shook off the morbidity of the past as best she could and went through the motions of her nightly routine. Fifteen minutes later she crawled into bed, and turned off the television. The phone on Jess's desk rang. Jess absently reached for the phone. "Jess here." Arianne smiled at the sound of Jess's voice. "If Jess were here, I could kiss her." "Uh, hello." she didn't exactly sound particularly welcoming. "What can i do for You?" The coolness of her tone disappointed Her. She'd been anticipating the sweet, intoxicating sound of her laughter or a sultry double-edged reply that would make Her wet because She'd been unable to stop thinking about her. "That's a loaded question, girl. If you are alone, I'll be more than happy to tell you." "No i'm not." She definitely detected an unmistakable chill in her voice, no question. Because She'd caught her off guard, or because She'd called her at work? "Bad time?" "i'm sort of in the middle of something." Ah, She thought, Her ego marginally restored. "This'll be quick. Got a pen handy? Tonight. My place. My address is--" "Uh...about that. i'll have to pass." Not exactly the enthusiastic response She'd been hoping to hear. What happened to the woman She'd held in Her arms last night? The one who hadn't been shy in letting Her know exactly what she wanted from Her? That was the woman She wanted to talk to, the one She wanted in Her bed, not this cold, distant impersonator. "Maybe W/we should--" "No," she blurted. "It's just...i really can't. i'm sorry. It's not a good idea. Goodbye." The line went dead. Goodbye? Arianne frowned and hung up the phone. That definitely had not been a polite end to a conversation goodbye. In fact, it sounded more like... "Goodbye?" She muttered to Herself. "What the hell was that all about?" A nurse breezed by Her. "What was what all about?" "Oh, nothing," She said, but Her gut told Her it was definitely something. If Jess thought she could blow Her off without an explanation, then she'd better start thinking again. She couldn't come up with a single reason for such a drastic change in her between last night and this afternoon, but She was determined to find out what had gone wrong. "Hey, get Me the address for Jess Williams, " She told the nurse receptionist. "The girl who was here yesterday?" "One and the same." Or maybe there were two of them, She thought. The woman She'd just spoken to was a complete one-eighty from the one who'd left Her standing in the parking lot in desperate need of a cold shower last night. she'd been an incredibly sexy temptress one minute, then a sweet, innocent flirt the next. she had Her twisted in so many knots, She hadn't been able to think straight. As She waited for the receptionist to return, She tried to concentrate on Her work, but Her thoughts kept returning to Jess and her mysterious behavior. She pushed the patient's file away in disgust. Maybe she simply wasn't interested in pursuing a relationship? If She were talking about another woman, She could buy that excuse, but this was Jess. She didn't believe it for a second. A woman didn't nearly come unglued in Her arms if she wasn't hot for Her. Something had spooked her, She decided. But what? Jess retrieved her mail from her lock box located outside the stairwell of the apartments. Without bothering to look at them, she dropped the small stack of envelopes into her purse. The mail could wait. All she cared about at the moment was slipping under the stinging spray of a hot shower. And even hotter cashew chicken delivered by the local Chinese restaurant, and an ice cold glass of water. A damned sorry excuse for the Friday night she'd been eagerly anticipating. she made the right decision in calling off her date with Arianne and tried her best not to succumb to guilt, depression or even regret. Thinking of her friend's places she remembered how they had brilliant splashes of color, wallpaper designs in rich hues and even mosaic-tiled walls. In comparison her place was...well boring. Just like her love life, she thought and sighed. she had only herself to blame. Opportunity had come along in the form of a gorgeous Woman and what did she do? Gave Her the kiss-off. Since she wouldn't be having sex anytime soon, perhaps she should consider sprucing up her living space. Go for bold and exciting. she'd rather have bold and exciting sex. With Arianne. Jess pulled her keys from her pocket when she reached her door and fingered the key for the top dead bolt. she didn't know what was wrong with her tonight. she rammed a key into the second lock. she may have been living like a nun for the past few months, but no one could ever accuse her of practicing to be one. Mistress Arianne and Her prey she'd been attracted to several Women in her lifetime, so why hadn't a single One of Them ever invaded her thoughts like Arianne? Probably because none of Them were Arianne. Jess blew out a stream of breath, finished off the last lock and opened the door. Juggling her purse, shopping bag, and her sports bottle, she reset the locks and lugged her things into the small dining room. Careful not to scratch the glass-topped table, she sat her things on the clear surface and snagged the cordless phone from the charger. she sank into one of her taupe colored couches, toed off her shoes and dialed the local Chinese restaurant, only to be put on hold. Jess flicked a speck of lint from her blouse before dropping her chin into her hand. Arianne's effect on her could have something to do with the sinfully sexy tilt of Her mouth and the way She certainly knew how to use it. Or maybe her obsession stemmed from the way Her beautiful body had felt against her. The directness of Her gaze when She spoke to her, or the way Her eyes darkened when She was aroused certainly did a number on her. And how could she forget the rich sound of Her sexy, velvety-smooth voice? Or the way She made her laugh in a way she hadn't done in ages. Try all of the above, dummy. The clerk finally picked up the line and Jess placed her order. she included crab ragoon and wantons with sweet and sour sauce to go with her cashew chicken and fried rice. The clerk promised to be at her door in forty-five minutes, which gave her time to take a shower. she slipped a twenty from her purse and set it on the table in the entry before heading for the shower. she emerged twenty minutes later refreshed, but she missed Arianne. Jess dried off, then pampered herself in her feminine ritual by smoothing pear-scented lotion over her skin. The thought of a bra held zero appeal, but until the delivery boy made an appearance, she decided against letting her breasts roam free for the time being. With optimum comfort still at the forefront of her mind, she slipped into a white lace bra and matching pair of panties. Tugging a loose fitting white cotton tank top over her head, she settled on a pair of gray terry cloth shorts. After combing out her hair, she padded across the carpet to her dresser for a pair of socks. The temperature could soar over a hundred and she still liked to wear socks. Before she could sit on the teal sheets to pull on her socks, the doorbell rang. she hadn't realized she'd been in the shower that long. Rushing down the hall, socks in hand, she snatched the twenty off the table. Without bothering to peer through the peephole, she unlocked the two deadbolts followed by the useless, insecure lock inside the knob, then swung open the door. Shock rumbled through her. The lively staccato rhythm in her chest beat like a frantic drum. A knot formed in her stomach, then slowly drifted south, creating a warmth inside her in a way only one Woman possibly could ignite. Arianne. Damn, She looked good. And so much more appetizing than the food she'd been expecting. She wore a pair of dark jeans lightly faded in all the right places that clung to Her lean hips. The sleeves of Her white, button-down blouse were rolled up to reveal Her mouthwatering forearms. She looked deliciously appealing. Jess blinked. Once. Twice. Three times before she remembered to frown at Her. "What are You doing here?" she demanded. Arianne's gaze swept over her, slowly, meticulously. Not at all unlike what she'd spent far too many hours imagining She'd be doing with her hands tonight if she hadn't come to her senses. "W/we had a date, remember?" The promise of a smile teased Her lips. Jess's imagination sparked. The temptation to throw her arms around Her and apologize for being so stupid and stubborn and rude overwhelmed her. Unfortunately, there'd be no acting out of that particular fantasy anytime soon. Disappointment that She was off limits jockeyed for position against relief that she still possessed enough intelligence to understand her actions come with consequences she wasn't willing to take. her eyes traveled down the length of Her. Disappointment that She was off limits beat the pants off relief by a mile. she wanted Her, and bad. "Mind if I come in?" She asked. Yes, she minded; she minded a lot. While she was at it, she also took issue that She'd been occupying her thoughts since T/they'd met when she needed to concentrate on working. Arianne's mere presence made her question the wholeness of her life, and that bothered her, too. And if she was honest, then she'd admit that what she really wanted was to forget all her silly concerns and lead Her straight into her bedroom where T/they could have sex until nothing else mattered except mindless pleasure. Against her better judgment, she stepped back and waved Her inside. "How'd You find me?" she asked once She closed the door behind Her. "i'm not listed." Arianne turned the power of that damned smile on full-blast. "When I want something, I go after it." Jess's knees went weak. Forget the bedroom. The sterile, boring white tiles in the entry were looking better by the second. Jess sat her socks and the twenty on the hall table, then rested her backside against the edge before wrapping her fingers over the edge of the smooth wood. Not to test its durability, either, but because being so impossibly close to Her stretched the limits of her resistance. Arianne's hand grazed her hip. her breasts tightened, followed by the most delightful tremor that chased down her spine. She didn't appear to notice the distress she was under. "Apparently i didn't make myself clear that W/we wouldn't be seeing each O/other tonight." Without a doubt, Her presence offered her enough proof to solidify her belief that She was sure what she wanted. She'd simply chosen to ignore her decision. Rather than moving away so she could breathe, She deliberately invaded her space. Bracing Her hands on the surface of the table and She bracketed her hips and leaned toward her, holding her captive. "I wasn't sure who I spoke with." A devilish light entered Her gaze and her heart started hammering all over again. "It sure didn't sound like the Jess I know." No, she probably hadn't, she thought guiltily. "The Jess You thought You knew is currently unavailable. At least until i get things sorted out." Was it her imagination or did She just lean closer? "What changed from yesterday and today?" Nothing. Everything. She did deserve an explanation. her coworkers had been in her office when She'd called and she'd gladly opted for the coward's way out by taking advantage of their presence to avoid having to quantify her decision. "Jess?" She pressed. Jess let out a breath, wishing She'd back off, but wanting Her closer at the same time. "i'm dealing with some things right now." she told Her. "Like what?" "Some personal things." Arianne removed one hand from the table and drew Her fingers lightly down the length of her leg, from the hem of her shorts to her knee, then back up again. "I could help take your mind off those things." Jess struggled to ignore the heat uncurling in her belly and concentrate on T/their conversation. The sudden dampness of her panties when the heat of Her palm slid more boldly down her leg made a mockery of her attempted lucidity. The tips of Her fingers slipped beneath the hem of her shorts, drawing enticing, distracting patterns beneath the fabric along her thigh. Her lazy smile widened when She dipped Her finger along the inside of her thigh. Jess shifted, easing her legs slightly apart to give Her plenty of room. She dipped Her head and nuzzled the side of her neck. A rush of breath left her when Her tongue nailed the sensitive spot between her shoulder and neck. Jess tipped her head to the side. She gently nipped at her skin, stilling her before she could argue and soothed the spot with Her tongue. Between Her fingers gently massaging her inner thigh and the delightful little nips against her throat, her current reality was becoming difficult to ignore. Jess tightened her grip on the edge of the table. She tongued the hollow of her throat. she tipped her head back, thrusting her breasts forward, willing Her to touch her, to cup the weight in Her palm, to take her into Her mouth. Arianne lifted Her head and looked down at her with those get-lost-in-Me-eyes that darkened with desire. She pried her fingers from the table and lifted her arms over her head, then whipped off her tank top and tossed it on the floor. Appreciation filled Her gaze as She looked at her. her heart took a dive off a cliff when she caught sight of the barely discernable tremble in Her hands as She lightly drew Her fingers over the slope of her breasts. "i think--" Jess whimpered. Arianne's thumb circled her nipple. "you think too much." The tug of desire was so sharp she couldn't think straight. "Just a sampling of my bad habits. See? It's starting already." "girl, W/we haven't even begun." Jess knew without an ounce of doubt She was referring to something far more incredible. Her hands found the waistband of her shorts and she didn't consider not standing so She could push them over her hips, she barely managed to kick them aside with her foot when She took hold of her hips and lifted her fully onto the hall table. she reached for Her, but She ignored her silent plea to bring T/their bodies together. Instead, She hooked Her hand under on of her knees, lifting her leg to rest her foot on the edge of the table. If it weren't for the flimsy lace panties, she'd be completely open and exposed to Her. Vulnerable. With her hands on Her shoulders to steady herself, she understood her trust in Her exceeded any she'd ever given to anyone before. Arianne lifted her hands from Her shoulders, then placed them behind her, barrowing the space between T/them. With Her fingers laced through hers, She held her immobile, then dipped Her head and kissed her. Her mouth was hot, demanding, the kiss bordering on fierce in its intensity. This was what she would be giving up, and she wasn't sure she had the strength. Was she really willing to risk everything she'd ever worked for, for a few nights of what promised to be unbelievably memorable sex? Jess tore her mouth from Hers. "Arianne, wait." She didn't. Instead, She set her skin on fire, placing kisses along her jaw, trailing a fiery path down the column of her throat to the slope of her breasts. "What if W/we get caught?" she asked. She lifted Her head to look at her. Desire burned in Her eyes. Oh hell, the way She was looking at her she decided she didn't give a rat's ass if the whole apartment complex heard T/them. No way was she letting this Woman out of her sight until T/they finished what She'd started. "Forget i said anything," she said. A crooked half smile canted Her lips. She removed Her hands from hers and settled them on her waist, Her thumbs dipping teasingly beneath the lace of her already damp panties. "The threat of discovery is a powerful aphrodisiac. Heightens the pleasure." "As if W/we need any help in that--" The rest of her statement stilled on her tongue as She drew the length of Her finger lightly over her exposed core. Her touch, combined with the press of lace against her sensitive flesh created one of the most erotic sensations she'd ever experienced. "Area," she finally finished. "Ooohh, do that that again." She did, applying the slightest amount of pressure. her hips bucked against Her hand. "you like that, don't you?" "Mmmm," she moaned, dropping her head back against the wall. she closed her eyes, arched her back and surrendered the fight to a battle she had no desire to win. she sighed with pleasure when the warmth of Her mouth, closed over her breast, the heat of Her tongue flicking against her nipple through the lace of her bra. she wanted Her, needed Her in a way she couldn't remember ever wanting anyone. More than her next breath or the next beat of her heart. Arianne gave equal attention to her other breast. Stroking her, She increased the pressure by the slightest degree just enough to push her closer to the edge of no return. "What about this?" The warmth of Her breath fanned her ear. She pushed aside the lace, exposing all of her, before easing Her finger deeper inside her. A moan bubbled up from inside her at the delicious intrusion of Her pushing into her body. She withdrew slowly, spreading the moisture She collected over her folds, taking reverent care in caressing her swollen, throbbing clit. "Do you like it this way?" She asked her, Her voice ragged. "More," she whispered, lifting her hips. she wanted much more. she wanted all of Her, filling her, pleasuring her, and she never wanted the moment to end. Arianne answered her demand, slipping two fingers inside her. "Yes." The word came out on a hiss of breath. she lifted her hips even higher, pulling Her more deeply inside her body. It wasn't enough. "More," whimpered. "Oh, my...yes." Jess felt her body give to accommodate Her, felt the liquid of her own arousal and it still wasn't enough to quell the pressure building inside her. she arched her back, then opened her eyes to look down at Her incredibly talented hands giving her pleasure, marveling at the sight of Her inside her body. With both feet on the table supporting her, she lifted her hips and took Her fingers as far as her body would allow. Arianne's other hand held her ass to steady her, Her fingers kneading her flesh. her head fell back and she cried out as she inched closer and closer to the center of exquisite pleasure. "Come for Me, bitch," She commanded. Jess's body trembled. she cried out, but the release she sought remained out of her grasp. "Take me there." she managed to rasp the words around the tightening of her throat. Her hand moved from her ass, but she didn't much care once She caught her clit between Her fingers. More pressure. More pressure. Jess rode Her fingers hard, stroking, reaching, searching for blessed release. her moans grew louder, more insistent the closer She carried her toward the edge. "That's it," She encouraged her. "Take it all." She thrust Her fingers harder and faster. Jess whimpered. her body trembling, straining closer...so close. "you're such a dirty slut." She said roughly and kicked the pressure on her clit up a notch. "My little bitch." The first electrifying sparks burst within her with a force she'd never known before. "Arianne!" she called out as her world tilted. "I'm here, slut," She said, reassuring her. "Let it go, girl. Mistress will keep you safe." Jess's eyes flew open and she looked at Her in wonder as another explosion of pleasure ripped through her. she cried out and reached for Her, her fingers digging into Her shoulders as she rode wave after wave of the rush molten heat. Jess clung to Her, trusting Her to keep Her word. Trusting Her to keep her safe. The world slowly righted. Somehow Arianne's arms were around her, holding her against Her, Her hand smoothing her hair away from her face. The beat of Her heart against her ear comforted her. The heat of Her body warmed her. The tenderness in the way She held her touched her so deeply she feared she'd weep. The ringing of the doorbell startled her. "Damn, " she muttered; her dinner. she'd completely forgotten. Arianne pulled back to look down at her. "Expecting someone?" She asked. Jess managed a weak smile and shook her head. "Chinese delivery," she said. "Oh God, i can't move." she didn't want to move, either, but she didn't see much difference at this point. Want. Can't. she didn't care so long as She continued to hold and stroke her with such gentleness. With more reluctance than she would've ever believed possible, she slipped out of Her embrace and searched for the twenty that had been on the hall table. she found it tangled in her discarded clothes and forgotten socks, scooped them all up and handed Her the money. "Here," she said, then reached up to plant a quick kiss on Her lips. "i'll be right back." The wicked grin on Her face had her pulse revving all over again. "I'll find you." Jess nodded and took off toward the bedroom, dropping her top, then her shorts in the hallway. she unhooked her bra and left it near the bedroom door, then slipped out of her panties and hung them on the doorknob. she didn't want Her to have any trouble finding her. As far as she was concerned, once She stepped into her bedroom, tomorrow would be a long time coming...at least for this weekend. Arianne stood with Her hands braced on the counter in Jess's kitchen, fighting to regain control over Her arousal. she'd asked Her to do something, but for the life of Her, it was the last thing on Her mind at the moment, not when she was--hopefully naked--waiting for Her to join her in the other room. The tantalizing aroma of whatever Jess had delivered wafted from the plastic sack She'd set on the counter, drawing Her attention. She set the bag inside the refrigerator and reached for one of the bottles of water. Food may be the least of Her priorities, but the bottle of wine of the lower shelves held definite possibilities. Arianne walked to the edge of the kitchen. "How about some wine?" She called out to Jess. "That's fine, " she answered from the bedroom. "Glasses are in the top cabinet on the left by the sink." She located a pair of frightenly delicate champagne flutes and set them on the counter. A search of her neatly arranged cabinets didn't produce an ice bucket, so She improvised with the largest bowl She could scrounge up, filled it with ice, then wrapped a kitchen towel around the bottle before removing the cork. With the makeshift ice bucket and flutes in hand, She headed for the hallway Jess had disappeared down. A pair of gray shorts marked the entrance to the short corridor, followed by a tank top and two thick fuzzy socks and finally her lace bra, leading the way to her bedroom door. The lace panties that had nearly had Her requiring respiratory therapy when She'd removed her shorts, hung from the knob like the final clue leading the way to the prize beyond. "What took You so long?" Arianne's eyes slowly adjusted to the dimness of the room, cast in shadows from the soft, flickering candlelight. Several fat pillar-style candles were scattered throughout the room, on the dresser, the tall bureau and one on each nightstand beside a queen-sized bed with covers drawn back. But no Jess. "I had to navigate an obstacle course," She said. "Where are you, prey?" "Waiting, Mistress." She turned toward the sound of her soft voice. she emerged from what She suspected to be the master bathroom, stepping into the light where She could finally see her. "For You, " she added. Jess crossed the room toward Her, predatory and beautiful. her lips, still swollen from Her kisses, were curved into the beguiling smile of a woman confident in what she wanted and unafraid to make her demands known. She appreciated her boldness, liked that she didn't try to play coy, and loved how close she'd come to mindless earlier. She wondered if her confidence would wane if she knew that had only been the beginning of where She planned to take her tonight. If Her hands hadn't been full, She'd have hauled her up against Her and kissed her senseless. The need to touch her, to smooth Her hands over her curves, to explore every luscious inch of her body, had Her clit throbbing painfully. She'd never wanted to thoroughly posses anyone, not in the way She longed to make Jess Hers. Jess took the bowl from Her and carried it to the nightstand. "Left or right?" "Excuse Me?" "The bed," she said. "Do You sleep on the left or the right?" Arianne walked over to the nightstand and set the glassware beside the bowl. An arrangement of several different sex toys lay next to the lamp. Such blind faith, She thought and smiled.