8 comments/ 99406 views/ 34 favorites Wound in Time: At First By: TMAJO Author's Note: This is chapter one 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 not exactly satisfy your search for instant gratification. That said, read on and hopefully, enjoy the story. Please don't forget to vote. ************** Mavin began her career as an amateur bodybuilder when she turned seventeen. Despite her mother's resentment of her career choice, Mavin trudged on until she earned her a pro-card at twenty-one. She won several IFBB competitions and even served as a judge in other shows during her off-seasons. Her career was a very successful one, with merchandising and the whole kit-kaboom. She was highly famous among her peers but managed to keep her private life secure outside the business. A time came when Mavin hit a snag in her career and began to suffer from unpredictable bouts of intense depression, for which she sought no help. Instead, she drowned herself in the work of her body and spent equal amounts of time indulging in various excesses. Alcohol and other drugs served as vices to rid herself of emotions. Even though, she wasn't addicted to anything (except women and work), Mavin in an uninhibited state of mind caused herself a lot of trouble. She also had a high propensity for infidelity, plain and simple. It wasn't in her way of mind to be monogamous. After each night of off-season partying, there was always a faceless girl or two, willing to spend the night in her bed. Rumors of bathroom romps were numerous, some false but most of them, very true. At twenty-eight, she met Cecelia DuPont. Mavin was one of the judges at a fitness modeling competition which Cecelia won. Mavin had gone backstage as soon as the show was over in an attempt to woo the twenty-two year-old. Cecelia played hard-to-get and Mavin just thrilled in the chase. After almost three months of teasing, flirting and numerous bouquets of flowers, Cecelia finally gave in to the tall woman's charm and agreed to a date. The date had led to hot, window-fogging sex in Mavin's Jeep. ********** The relationship started amidst a rise in Mavin's success, so things were good. And the sex was great. So much so, that Mavin had asked the blonde bombshell to move in with her within three months. The fitness model had pretty much rescued her from her path of self-destruction, and allowed Mavin to refocus on her career after a year of poor competition placements due to minor injuries and bad relationships. Cecelia's quirky attitude held on to Mavin's love and her loins as the relationship soared into it's fourth month. But Cecelia was unaware of Mavin's terrible temper. Although it worked well in her line of work, it never did her relationships any good. Mavin's hot-head kicked in at the most inconvenient times. She'd be perfectly sober, then eerily quiet and her partner would say or do something and Mavin would fly into a rage. She never hit any of her lovers, but earned a good slap or two on occasion. Her voice would get low and loud, her expression would be blank; her massive body in angry motion sent many of her lovers packing in tears. Cecelia for the first few months hadn't witnessed that rage, but she'd heard about it from ex-acquaintances. A few times, some woman called their apartment, while Mavin was away competing. The anonymous caller with a friendly tone, casually told Cecelia to leave the tall woman if she valued her life. Cece couldn't believe her ears and hung up just as the words echoed through the receiver. "Damn Ex." She sighed and went back to her cardio workout. ********* A week later, after an intense bout of welcome-home-fucking that lasted well into the early morning hours; Cecelia woke up next to the sleeping woman and began to caress her naked body. She felt Mavin tense up and groan in her sleep. Cecelia, continuing her ministrations, whispered into her lover's ear, "Shh, baby it's me. Cece." She didn't know why she'd said that but it just felt right. Slowly, Mavin relaxed and slept on as Cecelia continued to massage her well-muscled body; drooling over the soft skin and textured fibers underneath. Since Mavin was fresh from competing, her body was hairless. Cecelia kissed hot trails up and down the rippled torso. Mavin's nipples were hardening of their own accord and Cecelia sucked them hungrily. It had been a while since they'd had sex, not only because Mavin had been away competing, but also because Mavin swore off sex for at least two weeks before her shows. Pre -contest days were especially grueling because Mavin would be on edge, dehydrated from extra-restrictive diet and despite being in top physical shape for the stage, she was too mentally stressed for enjoyable sex. The tall woman didn't move, save her steady breathing. Cece let her hands explore Mavin's taut body; her fingers trailing over Mavin's hairless mound as the blonde found herself between a pair of strong thighs. Mavin's pussy lips were swollen with arousal. Her large clit strained viciously against its hairless hood. Cece licked her lips as she watched Mavin's countenance for any sign of awareness. Mavin slept like a log. The heated aroma wafted through Cecelia's nose, sending electric chills up her spine. She couldn't hold out any longer; she dove in. Mavin's juices were exquisite. A slightly musky flavor, but sweet nonetheless. Cece was in heaven. She dwelled on her meal with slow licks and long strokes. The skin of Mavin's lips was smooth, not a single hair in sight. Cece sucked and laved Mavin's entrance like a junkie wanting a fix. She knew Mavin loved getting head and Cecelia loved giving it to her. But their previous fuck had been about Cece's pleasure. Now Cecelia had Mavin all to herself. She continued her lazy caress as Mavin's juices flowed endlessly. Suddenly, she was knocked out of her dreamy haze by a twitch in Mavin's enormous thigh. Expecting to get her head crushed, she thought to move away. A death-grip in her beach-blonde hair stopped her in her tracks. It took a few seconds of pulling before she realized, in a panicked state, that the hand belonged to Mavin, who still appeared to be sleeping. Not wanting to struggle against the harsh grip, Cecelia followed the upward pull of Mavin's large hand and crawled up the tall woman's body. Upon reaching Mavin's eerily calm face, Cece heard her growl sleepily, "Don't you fucking touch me..." And just as suddenly as the attack had begun, it ended with Mavin letting her go and continuing her slumber. She hadn't even opened her eyes, or missed a beat in her breathing. Cecelia didn't know what to think. 'Had Mavin been dreaming? or had she been awake, pretending to sleep?' Thoughts raced through her mind as fast as her heart did in her chest. 'She was so relaxed, what did I do wrong?' Her fear-wracked heart sent nauseous messages to her brain that made her feel dizzy. She ran to the bathroom and after washing her face with cold water, returned to lay beside Mavin. And as though nothing happened, Mavin draped a shielding arm around Cecelia's torso and slipped a thick thigh between her creamy ones. ********* The next day, Cecelia brought up the incident and questioned the ebony goddess of her intentions. Mavin denied trying to kill Cecelia,- she'd never dream of such thing. From there, things slowly worsened. Mavin and Cecelia drifted apart without being aware of it. After all, Mavin was still her loving self to Cecelia, but the short blonde harbored a growing fear of the dark woman. She had nightmares of waking up to Mavin's hands around her neck screaming, "Don't you fucking touch me!" over and over, until things faded to black. Of course, Cece wouldn't tell Mavin of her dreams when her screams woke both of them up. "I don't remember what I saw." She'd lie. Mavin would hold her and comfort her until she went back to sleep. That too didn't last. Cecelia became rigid and almost unresponsive during sex and Mavin couldn't understand why. ********** Two months later, their relationship turned sour for sure. Cecelia's changing attitude pushed Mavin through a predisposed mental crack and as one would expect, her own personality changed as well. She began to spend more time away on competitions and show trips. Late nights during her off-season never ended and sometimes Mavin didn't come home for days. When she did, she came with a transparent bag of lies. She'd begun fucking around, Cecelia decided and jumped at her throat every chance she got; uselessly badgering Mavin, who basically ignored her. Even though the touching incident hadn't repeated itself, Cecelia's fear of Mavin got out of control. As a result, her nightmares got worse in their intensity. She stopped sleeping in Mavin's room and took refuge on the living-room sofa. Mavin soared into more spiteful rages at the tiniest things. They hadn't had sex in two months and although Mavin got hers elsewhere, Cecelia kept to herself suffering her own libido. She knew she enjoyed Mavin's touch; having the tall woman's 270-lb body on top of hers would've been greatly satisfying in the past. Now, it was meant to crush the life out of her. *********** Their seven-month relationship ended on a stormy night. Cecelia had gone grocery shopping, - just to get out of the house, and came back without the dozen cans of tuna that Mavin had added to the list. Upon not seeing the tuna, Mavin just lost it. She bellowed accusations at Cecelia of trying to sabotage her diet and in turn, her career. Cecelia tried to explain that she'd forgotten but her own frustrations came pouring out as she cursed Mavin; calling her an inconsiderate dog, a hot-headed control freak and a selfish perfectionist. Cecelia wondered fearfully if Mavin would actually swing the fists that were clenching and unclenching. After almost forty-five minutes of straight yelling and cursing and smashing kitchen chairs, Mavin suddenly stopped; grabbed her keys and stormed out, leaving Cecelia sobbing in her wake. ************** Mavin went to a local gay bar that she hadn't seen in a few weeks. She went in and asked Jasmine, the bartender, to line up three martinis and a stout beer. That would mellow her out. About two hours later, it was almost midnight. Mavin was buzzing nicely, so she took her cellphone and dialed the apartment with intent to apologize to Cecelia. No one was home. She called the blonde's cell and got her voicemail. A myriad of possible reasons why the fitness model wasn't answering fluttered through her mind, each one infuriating her. 'Maybe she doesn't want to talk to me.' That made her angrier. 'Not my fault she can't follow a simple grocery list.' She thought as she downed her third Guinness. "My, my, do you look tense." A sultry voice whispered into her ear, making her forget about Cecelia for the moment. Mavin didn't turn to look at the petit brunette assaulting her senses. She knew who the voice belonged to. Small, determined hands crept up her wide back, massaging the knots that had formed there. "I wonder what I can do to ease your stress." The voice hissed seductively as the hands rounded Mavin's firm torso and slipped onto her jean-clad thighs, still rubbing and squeezing. 'Good thing I came prepared', Mavin thought idly. "You're doing just fine, Janet." Mavin said, a soft rumbling sound escaped her as Janet pressed her large breasts into Mavin's back while her hands moved between Mavin's thighs and found the bulge there. "Mmm. . .You know, it would be nice to see how much you're enjoying this." Janet took one of Mavin's earlobes and sucked on it. Small tingles up her spine told Mavin she would be getting laid tonight. Spinning around on the bar stool, Mavin grabbed the olive- skinned woman with the light Indian accent, and pulled her in for a kiss. Mavin met no resistance as her agile tongue slipped between the dark, exotic lips, sharing her drink. Mavin's hands went haywire, squeezing the plump ass cheeks they found on their journey all over Janet's soft, delicate body. 'Just what the doctor ordered.' Mavin thought to herself as she blazed a path of burning need on Janet's skin. Mavin's mouth traveled from the dark, sensual lips down the lavender-scented jaw line, and stopped at the pulsing neck. Mavin salivated like the dog Cecelia often accused her of being. Too bad, she'd be a happy dog soon enough. Janet's hand rubbed the obscene bulge in Mavin's jeans, pressing it into the tall woman's twitching mound, while her other hand cradled Mavin's head that was busy at her neck. "Ahh. . .Mavin, when did you get back?" "Hmm. . .A couple of weeks ago. Did you miss me?" Mavin said as she broke the kiss and absentmindedly took notice of the people staring at them. She always got special attention at this bar, and tonight was no different. Mavin smiled as her hazel eyes traveled up slowly from Janet's partly exposed cleavage to her pretty face. "You horndog!" Janet scolded playfully. "You know how much I enjoy our time together. Of course I missed you," her arms circling Mavin's neck. "Ah, well I know just how you can remind me of it." Mavin said, wiggling her dark eyebrows. Janet moistened her lips and pressed her body harder into Mavin, "Why don't we go back to your place and I'll put those thighs of yours to good use." "Ohh yeah, let me get the tab." Mavin said without actually thinking. All that was in her mind was Janet's ass rippling as she hammered the Indian chick from behind. Mavin's brain was on autopilot now. She paid and tipped Jasmine, then followed Janet out the door watching her ass sway in the tight, tight black jeans and the halter top her gorgeous body was clad in. Jasmine whistled to herself in amazement as she watched the two walk out of the bar, "Even hammered, she's attractive." ********* Meanwhile ********* Cecelia, after pretty much crying her eyes out, got off her residential couch and decided to take a shower. She had been pondering the course of her relationship with Mavin over the past few months and she concluded; it was all her own fault. She had grown to love the tall, handsome woman but her stupid fear over some oral sex gone wrong, tore her away from Mavin. She cried some more when she thought about how Mavin had comforted her after bad dreams and how had she repaid Mavin? By being a nagging, rigid and lying girlfriend. Sure, Mavin had a bad temper, but it only came on when she was aggravated and she never hurt anyone out of it. Cecelia's libido was out of control and even though Mavin would have been more than happy to pleasure her, Cece had refused to acknowledge her own needs as a way of spiting Mavin. 'Phbt! So much for that.' Cece thought as she lathered her legs up for a shave. Mavin got her fill of willing pussy elsewhere, while she suffered the bad side of a stupid grudge. 'Don't you fucking touch me.' Cecelia wondered if she had imagined the whole thing. After all, she had passed out from Mavin's hungry loving and had woken up in a haze. "Damn! I fucked up so bad." Cece sighed as she finished shaving and continued to bathe. She would go to the 24-hour deli and hunt down some tuna. Perhaps a healthy meal would win Mavin's heart back. Twenty minutes later, she hurried out of the house, making sure she had her pepper-spray with her. She would take her car and maybe go for a long drive too. ********* If Janet hadn't been sucking on the strap-on that Mavin wore, perhaps they would have noticed the small, tricked-out Corolla zooming past the Benz as Mavin parked it. Shakily. Not only was she a tad tipsy, she had just gotten a visually enticing, blow job of the century. 'Fuck, she's good. I almost forgot.' Mavin thought to herself as she hobbled out of the car, zipping her jeans. Janet waited in the car for the tall woman to show some manners. 'One more reason I'm gonna tear that ass up,' Mavin chuckled to herself as she let Janet out. "What's so funny?" "Nothing, except how you're gonna be walking tomorrow." "Oooh, in that case, better hurry up and cripple me tonight, I wanna make it back to my place before the soreness kicks in." "Oh okay, so you got jokes huh?" Mavin smiled as she bent and swept Janet up off the ground and over her shoulder. Janet squealed and struggled half-heartedly as Mavin made her way into the apartment building and into the elevator. Once the elevator reached the sixteenth floor where Mavin (and Cecelia) lived, Mavin swung Janet around so that she was riding on her wide back. Mavin fished in her pocket for her keys while Janet bit and sucked the skin on her strong neck. Mavin knees wobbled a little, but not enough for her to lose her balance. She found her keys and carried her prey inside the apartment. She didn't even bother to turn on the lights, she kicked the door shut and headed straight for the bedroom. Reaching the room, Mavin tossed Janet on the bed she'd once shared with Cecelia until a few weeks ago. But of course, Cecelia wasn't on Mavin's priority list at the moment. Mavin went to the bathroom for her bag of good things. She pulled out a ten-inch dildo, similar to the one she was wearing, but larger. She changed her harness to a softer leather kind that was the least hassle to use and then got out of her clothes. She yanked her men's silk rob off the door and slung it around her neck. She went back into the bedroom to find Janet doing a slow belly-dancing routine to a song now playing on the stereo. 'Nail-bitingly good, what else do you expect from a dance instructor? A two-step?' Mavin licked her lips as she crept up behind Janet and slipped her strong arms around the brunette. "I know of a position where that little dance would be very useful." Mavin whispered, licking Janet's earlobe. "Oh really?" Janet replied, enjoying the feel of the tall woman's embrace. "Mmm. . . Yes. In fact, the dance..." Mavin slipped her hands into Janet's tight pants, probing for her juicy fruit. She felt the warmth on her fingers, quite suddenly (to her buzzed senses), and groaned into Janet's ear as she massaged the woman's trimmed mound, "starts right here." She finished as she let her fingers play at the dancer's steamy entrance. "Ohh. . .god, I've missed you so much Mavin." Janet moaned as she ground her hips back into Mavin. Mavin ceased her actions and spun Janet around. She slid her fingers into Janet's mouth and watched as the brunette sucked the juices off each of them. "Strip." Mavin breathed sharply. Janet slowly peeled off her clothes, making sure to wiggle her ass for Mavin's pleasure. Once her soaked thong came off, Mavin pointed to the closest post of the king-sized canopy bed, then tied Janet's wrists to the post with the belt of her robe and smiled at the mock struggle the brunette put up. She pulled a Nigerian ox-tail whip from its leather sheath on the wall. The whip was used in Nigeria by kings and other royals as a casual replacement for the ceremonial scepter. It was used to knight people for good deeds or sentence people for punishment and basically, a king or chief didn't look the part without one. The whip was a simple one with a rod-like piece of hard wood covered with several layers of white, long, ox-tail fur. Mavin smiled again to herself. This particular one among several others, had been passed on to her, from her grandfather. Mavin still wondered what the old man was thinking when he left it to her. 'Well it's getting some real good use now.' Mavin waved the whip across Janet's upturned ass. She raised her hand and let the whip come down, - one thing she loved about this whip was that it left no marks, just the momentary pain-pleasure. Janet moaned as she felt the sting on her delicate ass. Mavin swished the whip and let only the mildly coarse hairs to graze Janet's cheeks. Janet saw stars as the whip tickled her sensitive behind. Mavin swatted Janet's dripping pussy with the hairs, and alternated with a hard thwack of the whip as well. Wound in Time: At First Within minutes of the sweet torture, Janet was covered in a light film of sweat. Her pussy itched and ached for relief, squeezing her thighs together only made it worse. She secretly thanked her stars that Mavin wasn't a serious bondage person, or else she'd be in a worse hell by now. Then again that wouldn't be too bad. She felt her slick fluids oozing down her inner thighs. Another swat and Janet lost her mind. Her pussy clenched and relaxed as she screamed her orgasm. Her body shook and shivered as the sensations rolled through her. Mavin eyed her wet pussy with lust. Another reason she was gonna rip this girl up- she had so much damn juice. The scent of Janet's arousal swam into Mavin's nostrils, her knees gave way, and she found herself lapping up the girl's tangy cum like a starved puppy. "Fuck! . . . Mavin! . . . Unh." Janet moaned as she bent her waist and spread her legs more to give Mavin better access. 'Thank goodness for yoga.' She thought fleetingly as Mavin's long tongue slid between her lips and into her tight walls. A bed never looked so inviting to Janet. She groaned in frustration when Mavin slowed her actions and reached for the whip. 'Oh fuck...I'm gonna die!' "Ready for more my genie?" Mavin murmured as she got up from her drink. "Come on baby, give it to me." Janet sighed with a seductive wiggle of her hips. "Don't taunt me, sweetie. . . Or you'll pay dearly." Mavin said as she raised the whip and let it fall again and again. She stopped to tickle Janet some more with the hairs. Janet had trouble keeping her position; she wanted Mavin inside her so badly. "Oh. . .Fuck me Mavin!" Janet moaned in desperation. "You're the genie, baby. . .You don't get a wish unless I say so." Another thwack. "Tell me what you want." Janet cooed, her ass tingling, her pussy on fire. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. No, I'm in the giving position here, baby." Coarse hairs caressed burning ass cheeks. Another swat and Janet came hard. Her body convulsed violently. Mavin held her up and she loosened the knot that held the brunette hostage. Mavin lay Janet on the bed and wasted no time in getting on top of the still squirming woman. She could feel her own arousal as strong as ever, yet the smell of Janet's wet pussy held her in a daze. She knelt between Janet's smooth legs and slipped into a mini-trance until Janet pulled the ten-inch cock Mavin had dangling patiently over her mound, and placed the tip at her entrance. Mavin gulped loudly, watching intently as she slowly slid the cock in between her wet dark lips. It never ceased to amaze her how much the small woman could take. Janet locked her flexible legs around Mavin's back and used her feet to rub and caress Mavin's thick ass and thighs. 'Fuck! She's good at that.' Mavin thought as she began to jog her powerful hips, drilling the small woman for nectar as Janet gasped for air. Janet was in heaven. With Mavin, she knew she would be fucked blind and she'd have it no other way. She played with her painfully erect nipples and watched as Mavin's hazel eyes took on a glazed, honey tint. "You like that don't you." Janet whispered. Mavin shuddered, and picked up her speed; rotating her hips on the downstroke. "You want to make me cum don't you? Ahh yesss. . . All over your sheets?" Janet hissed as her eyes rolled back into her head. Mavin kept her now golden gaze on the small woman and watched as she snaked her tongue out and laved her breasts and nipples. 'I swear, this bitch gets to me.' Mavin rolled them over and laid on her back as Janet rode the cock like it was her only way through the Pearly Gates. Janet arched her back while Mavin busied herself with pinching and pulling the small woman's stiff nipples, fondling her large breasts. Mavin watched as Janet plunged herself down on the thick cock over and over. She began to thrust deep into Janet's tight cunt and was rewarded with the increased pressure on her pulsing clit. The tall woman's head swam in a lusty haze when Janet braced herself on Mavin's solid chest, and drove herself harder on Mavin's hips. "Damn! Girl, you are suuch a slut!" Mavin groaned dreamily. "Mmm . . . Oh! Shut up and fuck me." Mavin's thick hand slid from Janet's bouncing breasts and onto her soft ass. Mavin held her lover's hips and pulled her down harder with each up-thrust. The squishy sound of Janet's wet snatch was music to her ears. "Unh fuck...fuck....fuck...Mavin!" Janet squealed with a suddenly limited vocabulary. And then, the moment landed on her like a fresh-cut slab of marble. Her entire body grew taut as the latex intruder zoned in on her sweet spot. Her pussy tried desperately to seize the cock and hold it captive. Mavin doubled her efforts; sinking the thick cock to the hilt repeatedly. Her flame-speckled eyes ogled the crease of Janet's pulsing neck. "Yeah baby! . . . boil over." She whispered huskily. Janet's body quaked with the intensity of her orgasm as Mavin's name became her lustful mantra. *********** Cecelia had taken a detour, on her way from the deli. She had driven around with the cursed aim of trying to figure out a way to approach Mavin. Mavin hadn't paid much attention to her before the fight and now, Cece had no clue about Mavin's mood. She knew what it was like to be in an abusive relationship, but she felt safe with Mavin. Healthy couples fight often, right? "Yeah, for three months? Who are you kidding?" Cece sighed. She was five minutes away from the apartment and her heart drummed wildly in her chest. Her mind tortured her with the thought of finding all her belongings waiting outside the door. Stopping at a red light, she eyed the bag of Starkist tuna on the passenger seat. Tomorrow, she'd prepare Mavin some breakfast in bed. *********** Mavin was back on top of Janet; her face nuzzled at the exotic woman's slender neck. She pumped her hips with total abandon, sawing in and out of the small woman. Her own climax not so far away. The air conditioner was no match for the heat radiating from their passion-wracked bodies. Janet dug her short-nailed fingers into Mavin's wide back as she whimpered into Mavin's ear. ********** Cecelia parked her Toyota in a free spot and took notice of Mavin's Benz. She trembled slightly at the thought of incurring the dark woman's wrath, at this ungodly hour. "They'd call the cops for sure." Cece said to herself as she keyed her way into the apartment. All the lights were off; nothing out of place. She padded into the kitchen, kicking off her slippers as she went. The tuna went into the fridge. "A healthy salad should calm her a bit." Cecelia whispered to no one as she grabbed a knife from the rack. She was on the verge of getting some lettuce when she realized that the apartment wasn't exactly silent. "...Yeah baby...Fuck me harder!" "Ohh...Janet!" Mavin growled as she teetered dangerously over her climax. "Yesss....Go deeper....Unh Mavin..." Cecelia didn't wait to hear the rest. She knew immediately where the sounds came from. She bounded for the room down the hall; her grip not loosening on the Miracle Blade Series III Rock 'n' Chop. Janet heard it first; the door swinging open and then the loud shriek. "MAVIN!!!" Cecelia screamed, her face paling in shock and then reddening in anger. Janet saw the butcher knife in the dimly lit room and panicked, struggling to get Mavin to pay attention. Mavin's rational mind completed its last task of making her look towards the door, then clocked out as she exploded into a rage. Mavin flew off the bed and out of Janet with an obscene, slurping sound. Her eyes blazing; Mavin saw nothing except Cecelia with a knife in her own bedroom. Not only trying to kill her, but also sabotaging her pleasure. Cecelia knew exactly what was going on; the huge, glistening cock did not lie. Her mind switched from the initial anger of Mavin fucking some Indian bitch in their bed, to the paralyzing fear of Mavin's 270-lb body lurching for her. Her reflexes were dull, despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins. "What the fuck are you tryna do?" Mavin reached the short blonde just in time to back hand her and, in the same motion, get a grip on her hair. "Where the hell have you been?" Mavin's anger clouded her mind. "Don't you dare come at me with that, Mavin!" Cecelia heard herself scream. "How could you, in our own bed?" The hand in the blonde hair jumped to Cecelia's neck. "Mavin, no. . . Stop it!" Janet grasped Mavin's outstretched arm, trying to pull her off. Mavin didn't even notice her. "You fucking piece of shit, trying to derail me huh?" Mavin spat at Cecelia, who was gasping as the grip tightened around her throat. "What's a little filly like you doing out at this time, if not plotting and scheming? Answer me, you fucking whore!" Mavin barked. "Mavin...Please..." Cecelia tried as her breathing became more difficult. "You're nothing. Without me, you wouldn't even be here!" "Well, maybe I don't wanna be, you shameless cunt." Cece yelled in a fit of anger, fear and panic. Terrific combination. She had a live seat to the nightmare that plagued her for the past couple of months. "Me shameless? Maybe you're forgetting something." Mavin slapped the blonde again, "Do you remember now? I'm the one who-" Janet ran out to find a phone. She barely got out of the room, when she saw Cecelia brandishing the forgotten knife weakly, and then slicing Mavin's neck in an eerily slow yet long crescent motion, cutting off her words. Mavin's hands went to her own neck as she felt the hot blood gushing out of the long incision. A small cut across her throat left her gagging on blood that wheezed into her wind pipe. She collapsed onto the lush green carpet, in a growing pool of blood. Cecelia dropped the knife and screamed in spite of her burning lungs. 'You've done it now, Cecelia. You've killed her. Well it was in self-defense and there's a witness.' Her brain rambled. Looking down on Mavin, who was still on the floor choking, Cecelia thought she heard the tall woman call to her. "Ch. . C. . Rrha." The blood gurgled in Mavin's throat. "I gotta get outta here." Cecelia scrambled out of the door without looking back. Her mind was too blank for consequences. She didn't want to believe it was real. Janet, having called for help, ran to get a towel. She squatted down beside the paling heap of woman that was Mavin, and held pressure to the gaping wound. It had all happened so fast. "Stay with me Mavin. . . Don't you fucking die on me...J-just hold on." Her voice broke as the shock of possibly losing Mavin dawned on her. ********* Two hours later ********* Mavin lay in a hospital bed with a morphine drip that kept her numb and slightly woozy. She had gotten several stitches including a minor surgery to repair her damaged vocal chords. She had been somewhat lucid when the doctor told her that her larynx had been severely traumatized, and that while she would heal, she'd never been able to speak in any tone above a low contralto. 'Whatever the fuck that's supposed to mean.' Mavin thought as she succumbed to sleep. Janet had been sent home because she had no relationship to Mavin. ************ ************ About six years later ************ ************ Out at night getting hammered, the tall dark figure isn't there yet, but a faint noise on the way home draws her attention away from her misery. She is near the foreboding alleyway and in the dark she can make out a scuffle. She is about to ignore it and move on, but something about that voice draws her. She stops her drunken stroll through the street and follows the voices to the dimly lit alley. She sees another drunk looser who's original plan had been to rob this fancy looking lady, but apparently her voice also had an effect on him. He had her pinned to the wall and was in the process of licking her face and grinding the hard lump in his pants against her. The dark figure moved with a dancer's grace but packed a furious arsenal. Ripping the drunken bastard off the now screaming lady, she flings him by his piss-stained garb against the large refuse bin nearby. The adrenaline was driving her now. She balled her fists and before he knew what hit him, knocked a couple of teeth out. The blood spewed onto the far side of the adjacent wall. She was beginning to enjoy this. He starts to put up a fight, screaming in pain and swinging his own fists wildly. A kick from her to his side sent him crumpling to the ground. He was set on getting up, but her heavy timberland boots kept falling on his rib cage. Her mind was blank for once and she enjoyed the peace. The sound of cracking ribs made it even better. She knew she could kill him, but she didn't care. She didn't give a flying fuck about anything now, except that voice. Calling to her. Or was it screaming? "Stop! That's enough. Please stop!" She froze. Only then did she remember where she was and what she was about to do. The guy under her now bloody boots lay there gasping. She cocked her head to one side and stared at the lady in front of her. Red hair, shone in the dimly lit alleyway. Tears glistened down a smooth face from limpid, green eyes. Again, the voice, "P-please...Stop." Came from a sobbing woman with a small frame. The tall dark figure moves to touch the beauty before her, but she stops, turns on her heels and runs out into the street. Her long legs hurling her out into the cool night. The small woman gives admirable chase but loses her in the darkness. ********** A month later ********** Mavin worked as an analyst at a research facility, where she monitored the behavior of various synthetic chemicals under different circumstances, programmmed them into a computer which in turn compared them and coughed up the results via several printers in another room, where someone else dealt with them. It was quite tedious, but she loved it, and it gave her a reason to live a solitary life without exactly going broke and mental. She was working on a new combination of chemicals that supposedly burned excess fat and not important organs. She'd actually been working on this drug for more than a year. So far, she had mixed feelings about Oblivion3. She programmed the newest set of findings into her computer and decided on a break. She'd been feeling uneasy lately, but couldn't place her finger on it. She hoped it wasn't another crash, there was no reason to crash or was there? She terribly wanted to believe it as she stalked out of the laboratory area and into the lobby. So lost in thought was she, that she didn't notice the fiery red hair that swam in front of her until it was too late. She bumped into a small woman who immediately stumbled to the floor with her portfolio of sketch drawings spilling, like toddlers freed from their diapers, all over the floor. Almost in the same instant, without looking at the now blushing redhead, Mavin quickly bends to help her up and pick up the portfolio and the rest of the papers. Bellinda, first speechless, couldn't understand if this person was blind or just mean spirited. How on earth does one crash into someone else from behind while walking with their eyes open? Her face contorted into an angry expression as she further contemplated the absurdity. She hadn't gotten a good look at the guy yet but... Mavin stood up and in the same motion handed the redhead her folder. She saw the angry look on the redhead's face, and was a bit confused when it suddenly changed, becoming softer. Mavin caught an intense gaze from the redhead, and for some reason there was a lump in her throat. The redhead tensed a bit and said "Thank you...er..." Emerald eyes dropped to the name tag on the tall woman's lab coat "Doctor Bright." Mavin looked like a trapped animal, she couldn't bring herself to say anything as time seemed to slow to a crawl and her brain played the voice back, over and over, "Thank you..er...Doctor Bright" in her head. She was lost for what seemed like hours in those smiling, green eyes. Her mouth hung open for what felt like an eternity, but in actuality was only a few seconds. Just as the confused redhead was about to walk away, José Sanchez came out of his office. He was obviously having a good day, for he came out and slapped Mavin on the back with a cheerful grin on his face, knocking her back to her acute senses. "Hey my friend, how it is going?" He laughed heartily, "Haven't seen you in a while....Ah! Bellinda, you're here, I was worried about you." He grinned cheerfully at his favorite niece. "Hello, Uncle. I'm sorry I'm late. I brought the prototype drawings you asked for." Bellinda smiled as she hugged her uncle and handed him the portfolio. "Ah, muchas gracias Bella, I knew you wouldn't leave me hanging." He smiled. Noticing her blush, he continued "I see you've met my good friend Mavin. She's our resident Chemical Analyst." He gave Mavin another pat on the back. The tall woman smiled at him and cleared her throat. "Nice to meet you, I didn't know Doctor Sanchez had a niece." She managed in a deep, monotonous tone. Bella was at first mildly bemused at how the tall woman spoke but she quickly let it go. "It's a pleasure, Doctor Bright." She said as she extended her hand. Mavin took it perhaps a bit tentatively. Bella was surprised at how large the dark woman's hand was, and even more by how softly rugged the skin of her palm felt. She fought to resist a moan and bit her lip in the process. Mavin caught the expression in the woman's eyes. Something about that voice and once again that uneasy feeling struck her like a wrecking ball. She remembered the bum from the alley that she had almost killed, that had been a bad day for her and not wanting to remember it, she pushed it out of her mind and smiled. "Please, call me Mavin. Doctor Bright is a little stiff for me." Her heart pumped wildly as her mind kept replaying the images from several weeks ago. "Ok then, Mavin. It was a pleasure meeting you." She eyed her uncle, who for no understandable reason still had a grin plastered on his round, clean-shaven face. "Well...um...I have to get going. The gallery will close soon and I've got work to do." The redhead swept her gaze up to the tall woman's hazel eyes, "See you around, Mavin." She uttered. "Sure." Mavin grunted, still fighting a losing battle. "Good seeing you Bella, I'll review these sketches and call you when I'm through. Hey, you know what? Maybe I'll see you Sunday, your father and I have things to discuss." José said with a wink. "Alright Uncle, Ciao." She replied, smiling to herself. The way her uncle talked about Sunday dinners at her father's house always made her laugh. They never did talk about anything besides food and politics. She made her way to the elevator, turning around to wave back to her uncle. Only, her eyes were set on Mavin even as the elevator swallowed her. Once she was gone, José turned to Mavin, "Isn't she something? She looks just like her mother. Lord rest her soul." Mavin wondered what he was getting at, but didn't stop him. "What happened to her mother?" She asked, surprising herself. Normally she wouldn't give a damn. "She died of leukemia when Bella was very young, but it made her strong. She's a good kid." Mavin just nodded. José was the only one who really knew her in the company and he knew about her lifestyle and her preference for the fairer sex. He was much older than her and his ability to still remain open minded amazed her, even now. But was he actually offering his niece, whom she never knew existed, to her? She smiled at the idea. José was a sentimental man, who wore his emotions on his sleeves. She simply wrote off the tirade as José being, well, José. Besides what on earth would a beautiful woman like that want with her? Wound in Time: At First She pondered even as she left José to his work and returned to hers. For the entire day, her mind remained unsettled. Oh, but at least it didn't feel like a crash anymore, or did it? ******** Meanwhile, in her office at the art gallery called Illusions, Bellinda Ross sat in her executive chair and replayed the curious incident again and again in her mind; trying to figure out what about the tall, dark skinned woman, had so enticed her. She had left the place in a rush of sensations which would have been ill to express with her uncle nearby. Something about the gentle expression behind those honey-hazel eyes, that brief but eloquent handshake that sent shivers up and down her spine. Her pussy was tingling and damn it, she needed some relief. It's been almost four months since she got any action and that was saying a lot. She had been crushing her thighs together all through afternoon meetings with important clients and upon slipping her hand down under her skirt she was shocked, but not entirely surprised to find her panties damp. Stifling a moan, she rubbed the silk material against her aching sex. Just enough to feel more of the wetness that didn't cease to flow. She knew she had work to do but her liberal mind said, "Fuck it!" And so she did. She buzzed her secretary, Adam, and told him to forward all calls to the answering machine, after all, she was covered in work and needed time to sort it all out. Adam, the sunny gay boy who knew his boss too well, rolled his eyes sarcastically outside the door and promised to follow the order. With that taken care of, Bella returned to her self-served ministrations. She opened a small box hidden in a side cabinet and took out her favorite vibrator,- for work anyway. It was a slender-looking blue thing, about three inches long with enough power to drive her insane for hours. She smiled at herself in the mirror on the opposite wall. She spread her legs over her desk and put the vibrator to work. Letting it massage her swollen lips and slowly dragging it up her slit to the fleshy bundle of nerves. She let the vibe play there for a while, using little pressure as she enjoyed the build up of tension in her loins. Her breathing had become ragged and only when she paid attention did she realize who's name she'd been moaning all along. The realization brought her hard over the edge as her orgasm rippled through her lithe frame, radiating from her pussy and spreading fast to her toes then jerking up her spine, all the way to her brain. She was so high-strung, the intensity of her climax brought on strong aftershocks and at the height of it, "Oh...Mavin!" She gasped. Outside, Adam, laughed to himself. ********** Mavin sat on her Lazy-boy chair in her dilapidated, but spacious apartment, thinking about the day's events and washing them down with a cold beer. She looked around the shanty looking place she called home. The walls were bare, with no sign of life. The plain beige color did nothing to help it. Dark drapes hung over the windows because she couldn't stand the abundant, morning sunlight. The wide-screen TV and a mega-watt sound system were her only effort to give the place any type of lift. She most definitely had the wealth to live lavishly but she didn't have a reason to be lavish. Clothes, clean and otherwise, hung about. Papers she never read clung to the center table. She didn't cook often these days, so there was nothing in her fridge except beer and water and the occasional protein shake. Alone, on the far side of the large apartment, stood a trophy case with more than two dozen trophies. Many from her days in college, but most from her days as a professional bodybuilder. Mavin, now in her mid-thirties, had been a successful bodybuilder half a decade ago. She had been an elite, with excellent shape, form and most importantly, size. Her 6'0 foot frame held just about 270 lbs of hard muscle. She had the genes and the drive in the gym and the supplements and the encouragement of her colleagues. She won competitions because of her grace and martial routines. She had everything anyone in the business could ever dream of, but then the crashes came and she sunk lower and lower with each passing one. She had suddenly lost the drive to compete and be the best; the growing emptiness she felt tore at her. She had gotten tired of the parties, the women and the inevitable excesses the lifestyle brought. The women had equally grown weary of her. Her fiery temper made her an enigma; her lovers didn't understand why she would become suddenly irrate at the most irrelevant things. Like a piece of paper out of place, or something missing from the fridge. There had been many lovers, more than she cared to count or remember. Then, there had been Cecelia. The short fitness model that caught her eye and her loins. She had been so enthralled in the woman that in a matter of three months, Mavin had asked the blond girl to live with her. The sex was great and things had been good for a while. Then Mavin crashed and it all fell apart. Mavin stayed out late and came home drunk. She had one-night stands with women she barely knew and of course Cecelia heard about them. Mavin missed competition preliminaries and soon fell in the ratings. She still had her professional card, but it wasn't getting much use. It had all ended when Cecelia came home and found Mavin in their bed with another woman. She had blown her top off and Mavin, in her drunken stupor had said things that led to Cecelia threatening the other woman with a butcher knife. There had been a fight, still very fuzzy in her mind, but Mavin remembered the knife at her neck searing the flesh and Cecelia leaving her in a pool of warm blood. The doctors who patched her up, told her that her vocal cords were badly damaged and that while she would heal, she would never been able to speak in anything higher than a very low contralto. Mavin had to relearn how to speak from a lower point in her throat as anything higher would result in no sound at all. Mavin let her mind drift back to the events earlier today. 'Bellinda.' She let the name echo in her mind for a while. Guzzling down the rest of her beer, she got up and headed to her workout room. She donned her boxing gloves and took out her feelings on the heavy bag in the corner of the large, heavily-equipped room. She unleashed all the fury she had to give and more than two hours later, she was sweating a river. Instead of heading to the shower, she collapsed on the floor and passed out. ************** A few weeks later ************** "Yes...No I understand. No problem. Thank you." 'click' The line went dead. "Bastards," Bellinda murmured to herself behind a mountain of paperwork. She had just finished talking to some lenders about a show she was organizing at the gallery. It was a big art museum and she wanted to borrow some pieces to display in her gallery. They had denied her by way of saying she had to wait for ten months because those particular pieces were already out on loan. "Fucking assholes!" She muttered angrily. So what if her gallery features art with homosexual undertones? It's still art, for crying out loud! She buzzed Adam, "Hey Agua Lad, hold all calls and cancel all appointments." "They refused your request?" Adam asked, guessing the nature of his boss and friend's predicament. "Pretty much. I'm not worried about it though, they'll be begging me to take the pieces like they're evidence from a crime scene." "What are you gonna do?" "Well, I was thinking of hitting the club. You up for it?" "Hell yeah! Oh, by the way, this guy has been calling a lot about one of your not-for-sale pieces and-" "Adam, you know those are off limits." "Oh, but he's really cute though." "Wait, come in here." Bellinda realized they were talking on the phone with just a wall between them. "Yes ma'am!" Adam said excitedly as he hung up his line and flew through Bellinda's door. "Okay, go on about his cuteness and we'll see." Bella sat back in her chair and pinned her eyes on Adam. "Come on Bella, he's willing to pay for it." "And I'm not really in need of cash at the moment. You know I don't sell my originals, not just to anyone." Adam sighed, "Alright look, what if you met with him and I dunno, have him write a thesis paper on what he thinks of your work?" Bellinda smiled at her friend's antics, "You know, that's a very good suggestion. What I really want to know is why you're playing middleman." "Like I said, he's a hot guy." Adam grinned. "Fine, have him call me, I'll see what I can do." "Oh, you're so kind." Adam said genuinely. "Yes, but I'm also about to go crazy, so what do you say to packing up early and hitting the club?" "Si, Si, Señorita!" Adam nodded in deep approval. Bellinda just smiled and gathered some papers off her desk. ************* The days flew by as emptily as ever. Mavin didn't see Bellinda or hear anything about her. She'd pushed thoughts of anything between her and Bellinda out of her mind. She'd be crazy to hope for anything like that, she couldn't handle it. Mavin had been hard at work, analyzing the new wonder drug. She had a few more tests to run and program into the database, but she got paged by José about something urgent. She abandoned her work without a second glance and bounded for José's office across the building. If it was urgent why was he calling her and not people who could actually help? She figured José needed help with something, so she hurried in as fast as her long legs carried her. When she practically stormed into the office, she nearly fainted. In part because she was out of breath and secondly because José didn't look as urgent as he'd sounded. With a motion José offered her a seat in the office. "What's the emergency?" Mavin asked as she sat. "Well, there's an event on Saturday and I'm in need of a bodyguard, you interested?" "What?!" Mavin said as her eyebrows jumped on her forehead. "Gotcha!" José said as he burst into laughter, slapping his good knee. "Come on man, you know I've got work to do." Mavin sighed as she got up to leave. "Oh, sit your ass down, Mavin. You need a break every now and then." "José, having me run down here at ninety miles per hour is not my idea of a break." Mavin said as she sat again. "Alright, I'll keep that in mind." José kept smiling, "But, there really is an event this weekend, and I wanted to invite you." "That's great and all but-" "I won't take no for an answer today. I know you have nothing but a sleeping marathon planned for the weekend." "I'm not big on parties man, you know that." Mavin smiled tiredly. It wasn't the first time she'd turned down an invitation to a shindig. "Well this one's different mi compadre, my niece is celebrating the anniversary of her gallery." "Bellinda?" Mavin said as memories flashed through her mind. "Yeah, she's owned the gallery for about five years now. Doing very well too" José gushed happily. "What does that have to do with me?" Mavin said and regretted it instantly as José wore a pained look. "Listen, she's like a daughter to me. Her happiness is my happiness. You're like family, who else would I want to share that joy with?" Mavin remained quiet. She wanted to kick herself for spurring this guilt-trip. "I'm just asking you, because we've known each other for a long time. Besides, she wants you to come to the party as well." Mavin's ears perked up at that bit. "Get outta here, I don't buy that." She said tightly. "Well, then you'd be missing out on a really good thing." José chuckled. "Look man, I've got work to do. Let me get back to you on that." "Alright, take it easy." José sighed tiredly. Mavin nodded as she made her way out of Jose's office. The rest of the day had been hell for her. She couldn't work with clouded thoughts and shaky hands as a mixture of fear, anger and lust consumed her. *************** The week couldn't have gone by more excruciatingly. Bella had reported the museum incident to her father, Senator Jack Ross. He was a liberal man with no difficulty in bringing ferocious litigation against his enemies. He had called a friend of his who was a well known judge and that in turn led to the art museum getting threats of a legal shakedown by various anti-discrimination groups and First Amendment advocates. Bella didn't usually run to her father about such things, but this time was different. She was expecting a peaceful weekend and was tired of getting the short end from conservative morons. She sighed contentedly when she received a message from the museum that they were willing to lend her the pieces and let her keep them for an extended amount of time. It was still Thursday and Bella hadn't heard a word from her uncle about Mavin. She hoped the tall woman accepted her invitation. After all, Bellinda was an attractive woman of twenty-eight. Her 5-foot-7, 135lb frame that held her 36D breasts, wide hips with a tear drop ass, never failed to make anyone drool. She had a smooth, dusky complexion that when combined with her fiery red hair and intense green eyes, no doubt left strangers in a trance. She had gotten those from her mother, as far as she could tell from pictures. Being a mix of Irish and Spanish had many good qualities, one of which was her father. Bellinda smiled to herself as she imagined the details of her father's actions. She lived by herself in a mildly lavish condo that her father insisted she have. Her taste for art didn't exactly follow her home, but she liked the Victorian decor that clothed her place. Her kitchen was the only modern looking area in the apartment with marble floors, electric grills and the shiny cookware that screamed of a cookaholic. And it was where she sat now, by the small island sipping her favorite French vanilla tea. She eyed the clock, it was nine-thirty and very dark outside. Her mind wandered back to the alleyway event. She shuddered at the thought of what could have been done to her. She remembered how tired she had been that day, walking home because she didn't trust herself behind a wheel. The drunk, foul-smelling man had requested for her purse, actually, he had tried to grab it from her. She had screamed and he changed his mind about the purse and decided to rape her. She saw it vividly, how the tall, dark figure had saved her by effectively beating the sense out of her assailant and then run off. **************** It was Thursday night and Mavin had had a treacherous week. Not only had she basically snapped at everyone at work, but had done so with the irksome anger directed at herself. She was angry at the way she felt about Bellinda's invitation. She was afraid of screwing up whatever chance Bellinda seemed to be offering. "Damn José," she mumbled. He had set her up. If it wasn't for his irresistible good cheer, she would've served him a can of whoop-ass. "Bellinda." She almost groaned, as she stood in the shower, letting the warm water relieve her aching muscles. She had just finished a high-intensity session of weight-lifting. She was no longer competition size, but at 220 lbs she still kept her body very much in shape. Her curly, black hair was short and in lock-twists mainly for convenience. She didn't bother with roasting her scalp or sewing hair into it. She preferred the simplicity of being as natural as possible. Her justification for her career as a bodybuilder was just as easy; she had the natural ability for it. Her depression had set in unexpectedly as old childhood memories magnified by the stigma of being a female bodybuilder pushed and pulled at her psyche. She didn't see anyone about them, she told herself she didn't need to. Try as she might, she couldn't properly attribute her reasons for her rampant behaviors. The infidelity was no doubt ingrained at birth. After all, her Nigerian background was one where which men took numerous wives and were encouraged to, as a way of displaying their wealth and manhood. She herself came from a large family. Her father had four wives; one of her uncles had ten. The numbers of siblings, legitimate and otherwise, were amazing. But that was how she was raised. She never saw herself with a husband, and she was too selfish to even want children. Sure, children were bundles of joy, but she didn't deserve them. Her degrees in chemical and computer engineering as well as fitness and nutrition served her well. Some of the choices she made, however did not. Mavin turned off the shower and proceeded to dry her body. She stood tall in front of the wall-length mirror, looking at someone she almost didn't recognize. The long crescent scar that dragged on from the left side of her neck down to her right collar bone caught her attention, as it always did. She examined herself, her shape was relatively masculine but the sheen of her dark skin softened her look. Her breasts were very small but she'd always been flat-chested and her pronounced pectorals did not hide her years of pumping iron. She flexed a bit. Her thighs rippled with taut quadriceps. Her pussy was waxed bald, but she didn't pay much mind to it. Of course, she knew her body well and in some regard, she knew she was appealing. Still, the redhead's invitation threw her for a loop. "What does she see in me?" She asked no one in particular. Her wide back and slim waist were offset by her thick thighs and strong calves. She remembered herself at 270 lbs and smiled. She'd had her share of lovers and it puzzled her what they found so attractive in her. She knew she was a capable lover, at least until her temper rose and all hell broke loose. She frowned. Her strong, handsome features set in a gruesome scowl. She chuckled a bit. No doubt she enjoyed being a devil every now and then. But just as Mavin sank deeper into her own mind, Bellinda's soothing voice once again echoed through her. She couldn't help but shiver even though her body was already dry and her skin was starting to complain. She shook her head clear and proceeded to the bedroom. "Might as well get a head start," she murmured as she left the bathroom and dialed José. **************** Bella was sleeping like a log when her phone rang and shook violently on the bedside stool. She groaned sleepily, her clock glaring at her. It was 10:15. What kind of person would disturb another's rest at such an hour? She reached for the screaming phone. "Hello?" "Hi, it's José." The cheery voice said, knocking Bella out of her dream state. "Oh, hi Uncle. Sorry, I was asleep." "Lo siento mucho mi hija." "No. It's fine, really." "Listen, I have some news for you." José said with a hint of graveness and paused. "She said no?" Bellinda said, the disappointment already dripping on her tone. "Well, I spoke to her earlier, and she's accepted your invitation." "Oh my goodness, are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Bella sighed, the relief evident. "Ah, but you know I love you." José chimed and cleared his throat. "Do me a favor Bella." "No problem. What is it?" Bellinda said quickly, her breath almost failing her. "Go easy on her." José laughed. "Estas muy loco." She sighed. "Yo sé, yo sé." José said, anything for a laugh. "Anyway," Bella said "I'll see you tomorrow Uncle." "Si, buenas noche." José said. "Good night Uncle." Bellinda yawned as she hung up. Bella couldn't contain herself anymore; she squealed with delight into her pillow and couldn't sleep fast enough. ***************** After a trip to a Men's Warehouse location, Mavin had a new tieless suit. It was black and pinstriped with deep blue rays. It had silver trimmings on the pockets and pants. A silk, pale-peach colored shirt with high a collar and platinum cufflinks would be very eye-catching on her. She'd gotten new, leather shoes and a belt to match. Wound in Time: At First Sure, it was expensive but she wasn't one to deny herself good clothes. Besides, the salesman had guaranteed she'd like the way she looked. Mavin smiled as she eyed the suit-holder in her closet. In the back of her mind, she hoped Bellinda would too. José had clarified that the event would mark the fifth anniversary of the gallery and Bellinda's twenty-ninth birthday. The art event would begin early in the day at three pm, and the birthday, a few hours later. Mavin tried to spend the night with her usual routine of working out, showering, eating and then falling asleep in the middle of Star Wars. She was just out of the shower when her phone rang. Knowing she wasn't expecting a call from anyone, she ignored it. The caller persisted and Mavin looked at the caller-ID. It was Zeke, her younger brother. She hadn't heard from him in a year or so, but she couldn't blame him for that either; she had changed her number many times to escape the press and some other nosy people. The phone rang again and Mavin answered it. "Hey Z-man." She said with little excitement. "Mavin! How ya doing?" Zeke said happily. "I'm good, how'd you get my number?" "Come on sis, you know better than to underestimate the army." "Yeah true, so what's poppin'?" Mavin said tightly. "I just wanted to hear from you, jeez Mavin, I didn't know you've become such a recluse." Mavin sighed, her mind was fuzzy at the moment and she didn't feel like talking. "Listen Z, I'm not in the chattiest of moods." "What girl's got your tongue this time?" Zeke said knowingly. "What makes you think that?" Mavin said in an amused tone. "Come on Vin, I know you. You were the same way with Rachel, Mariah, Alina, Sasha and need I continue?" Zeke said in mock exasperation. Mavin laughed for the first time all day. "Damn I'm that obvious huh?" "Got that right. So who is it this time?" "You don't know her, name's Bellinda." "Hmm, let me guess, she doesn't know what she'd getting herself into, right?" "Yo, I didn't say that." "But you're thinking it." Zeke said carefully. He may know his sister better than anyone, but he also knew not to rouse her temper. "Ok, so what if I am. There's nothing going on yet." Mavin said, surprising herself a bit. "Well, what happens when something does start? Are you willing to go through another jagged crack?" Mavin sighed, Zeke was right. She had no time or stamina to nurse another self-imposed heartbreak. "I guess you're right." "Right about what?" "I ain't even gonna mess with her. That's the best thing." Mavin said softly. The shards of her broken heart escaping her chest and stinging her eyes. "Nah sis, don't say that. Look, I don't know shit about her so you can't take my advice on her. All I'm saying is just be careful." "Yeah, I'm already plotting ways to fuck things up." Mavin choked back a tear. "Mavin, listen to me. You can't bottle up your heart. I know you're not a fan of fidelity. Shit, I don't even think you know what it means. But trust me, when the right one gets to you, everyone else will look stark. Don't hide, Mavin, or you just might miss her." Zeke said. He knew from experience how the mind of an infidel worked. He had been one until he met his wife Becca. "I ain't tryna get hitched, Z." Mavin responded, "Cecelia was-" She couldn't continue as her tears began to fall. "Cecelia was a failed experiment with baggage to boot. You can't think everyone else will be like that." "I can't put Bellinda through that. And don't say shit to me, cuz it's bound to happen. Things will start fine, but I'll lose it one way or another." Mavin sobbed. "Man, quit beating yourself up. Nothing's happened yet so you can't hinder yourself. Take things slow, see whether or not you can handle it and get some ass while you're at it." Zeke said with a chuckle. "Hahaha, yeah, thanks for the mission briefing, General." Mavin laughed a bit. "Anytime sis. So tell me, what does she look like?" "Hot from head to ass, I ain't seen her toes yet." Mavin laughed. "Damn, no wonder you're caught up." Zeke chuckled along. "Yeah, I guess so." Mavin sighed heavily. "For real Vin, get yourself together and live. Not every woman is Cecelia. Think about it." "Yeah I know. I'm just a little out of it, ya know." "True. Hey now that I can reach you, maybe we can hang a bit and catch up on shit." "That'll be good." Mavin said as she wiped her eyes dry. "Sure, listen I gotta go. Becca wants a foot massage." "Aight, give her a good one for me." "You can give her one yourself, as long as you keep your hands on her feet." Zeke laughed heartily. "Good talking with you Vin." "Yeah, later Z." Mavin said as she hung up. She was feeling much better now. But her doubts were deep-seated. She got back to her routine but her sleep was capsized by dreams that looked like a badly done home video. She dreamt of the events in the alleyway and that blended shakily into the night she'd almost been killed. Her alarm went off and Mavin just about fell out of bed. Her window was open to the chilling air of dawn and her naked body shivered slightly. She thought she could taste copper in her throat, she examined her neck but there was nothing save a crescent scar. She eyed her clock and seeing no reason to be awake at six on a Saturday morning, she went back to sleep. *************** Bellinda jumped up at ten to finish last-minute preparations for the party. She'd gone shopping the day before, armed with the certainty of Mavin being at the party. She'd only met the woman once and briefly too, for that matter, but she couldn't deny that there was something about the woman that made her lustfully overwhelmed. She had a sky-blue, backless dress that would hug her body dangerously, a gift from her father. The neck of the dress was a white, choker-type with some in-laid pearls and a white-gold pendant. Her shoes and bag were a matching pair of white leather and white-gold buckles. She'd also gotten a manicure and pedicure, as well as a full body massage at her favorite spa. She wanted to be fully relaxed and ready for the occasion. She'd sent out invitations two months earlier and knew she'd be having about three hundred guests and patrons at the gallery. All month long, she'd been working with her friend Joann, who was a party planner as well as her occasional roommate. They had to get the gallery ready for the double celebration. The various pieces of art had been rearranged under new spotlights, debut-pieces would get the most attention. Everything was set. She made a few calls to the caterers and the security people. She knew Joann had everything covered but she didn't want anything to go wrong, at all. She called her dad to make sure he'd show up. He was at a meeting, so she left him a message. She called José to find out when to expect him, and Mavin. He told her they wouldn't be the first to arrive, but they would be there. She sighed contentedly and got around to showering at noon. An hour and a half later, she was ready. She would go to the salon for a professional haircut and be at the gallery before three. ********** It was nine in the morning when Mavin finally got out of bed. The last hour had been about tossing and turning as her mind resumed its duty of wondering about Bellinda. Her dreams stayed locked away for the moment. She showered gingerly, getting dressed in her new suit. Her black hair was a neat mix of an afro and a layer of dreadlocked hair. She would have to get her locks tightened soon, but not today. She wore a pair of diamond studs in her fleshy lobes. A titanium, Breitling watch and her Police shades completed her attire. She looked in the mirror and decided she liked the way she looked. Her tall stature held the suit up flawlessly. She glanced at her watch, it was almost one. She called José to find out his status. They would be taking separate cars and would meet up at the party. ********** The gallery had been decorated lavishly for the event. The walls hung with brightly colored banners that welcomed guests to the 5-year anniversary of Illusions. The artworks were neatly secured in place and specialized pieces enjoyed the attention of velvet ropes and more spotlights. Small signs asked guests not to take pictures. A group of champagne-sipping art lovers oohed and ahhed as they gawked at an oil painting of two women in a sensual embrace. A brunette with Grecian features had her lips a breath away from the slender neck of a grayish blonde woman. The blonde had her hand in the brunette's curly hair. In their kneeling position, with one woman behind the other, both their faces could be seen. Their intense eyes were half closed. The brunette's right arm was around the blonde's chest, under her large breasts. The blonde pinched one nipple with her own hand. In the brunette's left hand was a peacock feather hovering over the blonde's obscured mound. ********* Mavin caught up with José just as he arrived. It was about four-thirty when they walked in together. Jose was in a pirate costume, complete with an eye-patch and a novelty rapier. "What? I'm being festive. This is after all an art event." José said when Mavin stifled a snicker. "Yeah, yeah, you look like you're on a waiting list for a Playboy Bunny." José burst into laughter with a trademark slap on Mavin's back. They made their way to the entrance, bypassing the line of guests and clearing the security guard with just a nod from José. Illusions was under a magical spell of lights, music and chatter. Mavin looked around and almost lost her bearing trying to take it all in. Simply amazing. "Would you like a drink?" Mavin whipped her massive frame around to face a pair of soft brown eyes belonging to a young girl in a catering uniform, with a tray of champagne-filled glasses. Mavin smiled. "Thank you," she said, taking one of the flutes. The girl blushed shyly and went off in search of other thirsty guests. Mavin realized that José had disappeared. She shrugged and went around admiring the art on display. Many of the pieces were of moderately nude subjects with ethereal expressions of lust and desire, anger and love, sometimes pain and trust. Her eyes landed on the most prominently presented one with the peacock feather over the woman's mound. Mavin's jaw fell to the floor and her loins smoldered. This painting wasn't as heavenly as some of the others, but it was intense. Mavin moved closer to it. The painter's wrathful strokes were more defined but the subjects remained graceful. Mavin furrowed her brows and examined the women's hands and the detail of pulsing veins and tense muscles. The blonde's neck was decorated with fading marks of her lover's kisses. Upon closer inspection, Mavin realized that the women were the only tangible subjects. From afar, they seemed to be kneeling, but up close they seemed afloat. Mavin drank from her glass as she became engrossed in the painting. From the another side of the bustling gallery, Bellinda had just finished a mingling session with a group of potential patrons. She caught the tall figure inching closer to the "Essence" piece. She set her emerald gaze on Mavin as her heart raced madly. Mavin looked so edible in black and peach. Bellinda felt herself get moist just thinking of Mavin under her clothes. Bellinda began her journey toward her prey. Mavin felt like she was being watched, but attributed it to the tasty champagne. She eyed her watch and let her hand slip into her pocket. It was about five. "Strange, isn't it." A silky voice kissed her ears. "Yes, very peculiar," Mavin said without turning. Her glass went to her lips and she drank a bit more. Her nose caught a hint of vanilla and her stomach fluttered. She knew drinking on an empty tank was bad. However, finger foods wouldn't cut it for her. Her eyes focused on the painting again. Something about the way it was done drew her. Mavin swallowed some more champagne and turned to face the woman with red hair and piercing green eyes. "Happy birthday, Bellinda." Mavin said softly as she reached into her jacket pocket for an envelope. "Oh my, you shouldn't have." Bellinda smiled as she took the card, her eyes not leaving Mavin's. "Thank you, Mavin." Mavin cleared her throat and broke the enchanting gaze, going back to the painting, "Tell me about this piece." "Sure," Bellinda said moving closer to Mavin. "It's called 'Essence', it's done in oil with heavy strokes and a radical technique. The subjects are intense with symbolic grace." Bellinda paused, letting her hand slip into the crook of Mavin's bent arm. "What you don't see or what may perplex you is the fear of the edge. It's ironically virginal in essence." She said with an air of expertise, "That's a secret." "Hmm, intriguing." Mavin sipped from her glass, "Any reason I'm privy to this secret?" "Yes Mavin, you're my guest of honor." Mavin smiled and nodded. "Would you like to know what I think of this piece?" She said, trying to steer the conversation. "Absolutely." Bellinda accidentally hissed. "Well, I would've said they are floating in love...but the fear you speak of reads to me as confusion between up or down, so they cling to each other. The edge is very tempting in that sense, and they're willing to fall or ascend together." "That's a more romantic way to look at it." Bellinda said, admiring the side of Mavin's handsome face. "Oh, I'm not much of a romantic," Mavin said as a smile tugged at her lips, "but tell me about the feather." She turned to Bellinda. "It's a shy expression of torture, by way of the brunette's proud desire in the blonde's lust." Bellinda said with a smile on her luscious lips. Mavin moistened her lips, "Hmm, I see. . . What inspired you?" "How are you so sure I painted it? I mean, we have a few alien pieces here." Mavin chuckled, flashing her white teeth. She licked her lips again and whispered in Bellinda's ear, "Torturous desire is an inspired form of lust...like passion." Mavin whispered, her voice deep and calm. "Yes, quite erotic isn't it?" Bellinda gasped as she felt the hot breath tickle her senses, her pussy thrumming for attention. "So Bellinda...what inspires your passion?" Just as Bellinda was about to answer, Adam, her secretary popped up beside them. "There you are your Highness. I've been looking all over for you." He chirped with a wide show of teeth. "Hi Adam, you look amazing in that tux...you're the only one I know who can pull off a black and green suit." "Why thank you, it's all in the accessories." Adam sighed, "You look gorgeous, especially with this scrumptious beau next to you." Adam said, looking at Mavin. "Oh,...Adam meet Mavin, Mavin this is my friend and secretary, Adam." She said as Mavin extended her hand to Adam for a shake. "Pleasure to meet you Adam," Mavin said in her deep voice. Adam trembled slightly. "Trust me dear, the yummy pleasure is all mine." He said, with a devilish wink. "Now, now go find your own hunk." Bellinda said, hooking her arm around Mavin's. "Mmm, mmm, mmm, yes the night is but a babe. I'm glad you're having a good time, happy birthday." Adam smiled as he hugged her and bent to kiss both of her cheeks. "Thanks Adam." Bellinda smiled, pinching his butt. Adam left them alone. "Would you like to hang around?" Mavin heard Bellinda's intoxicating voice tug her drifting mind back to shore. She felt Bellinda squeeze her arm gently. Mavin jerked to attention. "Pardon me?" "I've got to give a little speech that'll send eighty percent of the guests home. Would you like to come to back my place for the after-party?" Bellinda said with a twinkle in the deep pools of her green eyes. "Oh, uh yeah. Sure, I'd like that." Mavin gulped. She became suddenly aware of Bellinda's firm breasts on her arm. "I'll see you in a bit." Bellinda's said with a caress of Mavin's jaw. The tall woman could only nod. While Bellinda spoke to her guests, José found Mavin still looking at the oil painting. "So what's cooking amigo?" he slapped Mavin's back out of habit. Mavin didn't answer, she shrugged and sipped the bubbly fluid in her glass. Her eyes traveled to the main platform where Bellinda thanked the patrons. "I can't do this José." "Do what?" The cheerful man asked with a surprised look on his face. "Cut out the bullshit man. Look, Bellinda is sweet and all but I have a way of fucking things up with women like her," Mavin paused to a curious look on José's round face, "I couldn't put her through my crap, especially because of the friendship you and I have." José cleared his throat, "Ay Mavin, Mavin, Mavin. How many times did I call you?" "Three." Mavin sighed. "Good, so your brain is working. I know about your habits and I'm also aware of your feelings for Bellinda so don't try to deny it. She is precious to me and she's shown interest in you. I can't stand by while you, as my friend, stew in self-pity. Bellinda likes you and I know you like her, I can't let you throw away an opportunity to make both of you happy." "José, I hate it when you say shit like that. I know I can't make her happy." Mavin shook her head. "Oh come on, if I didn't trust you with her, do you think I'd be standing here pleading for her?" Mavin sighed and rubbed her temples. "I'm almost afraid you're gonna pay me her dowry." José just smiled. "Look, here's your chance to start fresh. Try not to panic, Mavin." Just then, Bellinda made her way back to her Uncle and Mavin. "Hola mi tio, qué hace ustedes?" "Nada, just talking." José grinned. "I've just dismissed the party, the rest of us are heading back to the studio." Bellinda said, looking at Mavin. "Hope you don't mind me ducking out. I've gotta rest my bones." José said. "Ah, you've been great Uncle, gracias." Bellinda hugged José. "De nada mi hija. Have a good time at the party. Don't forget to take lots of pictures." José winked. Mavin laughed despite her effort not to. "You heard that too, didn't you Mavin?" Bellinda said in amusement. "Damn José, you're such a geezer." "Oh, well quit tryna to pin your dirty minds on me, ya silly kids." They all laughed. *********** It was seven-thirty when the crowd began to thin. Bellinda suggested that she and Mavin go back to the house party together. Bellinda took Mavin's arm as she was led to the tall woman's black Mercedes SLK350 Roadster in the parking lot. Mavin held the door open for her. "You look beautiful in that dress." Mavin said as she fired up the engine. "Thank you," Bellinda leaned over the stick shift, where Mavin's hand was and whispered into her ear, "I'm glad you decided to come tonight." "I don't regret it." Mavin said as she screeched off the lot and onto the main road. Bellinda gave Mavin directions to her studio apartment. Mavin drove quickly but carefully. In about twenty minutes, they were at their destination amidst a few other arriving guests. Mavin pulled into a free space and turned off the engine. She looked at her watch, it was already eight. She got out of the car and went to take Bellinda's hand as she got out. "Bellinda!" Joann said excitedly as she pulled the birthday-girl away from Mavin. "Joann! Oh my gosh, I missed you at the gallery." "Yeah, I was doing a lot of running around. You know how it goes." "Thank you so much, it was perfect." "I'll say," Joann ran her fingers through her blonde hair and looked in Mavin's direction. "Who is that?" "That's Mavin, my guest of honor." Bellinda smiled mischievously. "Damn, could this day get any better?" "I'm hoping it will." "Well, let's get this show started then." Joann giggled as she caught a gaze from Mavin, "She's so. . . handsome!" Wound in Time: At First "Look but don't touch." "Okay fine, I'll catch up later. I gotta go make sure people are not hanging each other." Bellinda hugged Joann and went back to Mavin by the car. "Come on, let's go inside." Bellinda's condo was vibrating with loud music and tipsy guests. The alcohol flowed but the crowd still had sense to yell "SURPRISE!" when Bellinda walked in with Mavin close behind her. Not that Bellinda had to be surprised by the party, but she was shocked when she saw the cake. It was a replica of her latest work 'Essence', complete in every detail except it had 'We wish you happiness and prosperity on this essential day,' written on it. Bellinda was speechless. "Don't just stand there, take a bite." Adam said behind a goofy grin. "Gosh guys, I'm floored." Bellinda went towards the trolley were the huge cake sat proudly, "It's off the hook!" "Somebody toss me a camera." Joann said to the crowd. "Catch!" "Okay people, sell some toothpaste." Everyone cracked up and Joann captured their joy. About an hour later, the cake was half gone and most people were grooving to the in-house Disc Jockey's tunes. Bodies gyrated, some just stood and yakked. Mavin leaned casually against a wall, waiting for Bellinda. The tall woman couldn't decide if she wanted to smuggle herself out of here or Bellinda into a bedroom. She watched the redhead thank her guests with a hug and smile and a little chatter. 'Damn she looks hot in that dress, no panty lines either,' Mavin thought; her mouth watering every time she caught a glimpse of Bellinda's bare back. "So, are you two together?" Somebody yanked Mavin out of her haze. "Wha-" "You and Bellinda?" Joann said, drink in hand, licking her lips. "Oh, um..." Mavin squirmed a little, she didn't like the hungry look in Joann's pale, blue eyes. Okay she liked it a little, but she couldn't be thinking about it just yet. "Didn't think so. What say me and you go somewhere private?" Joann whispered, letting her fingers crawl up Mavin's silk-covered torso. "Ahem." Bellinda arrived just in time, "Look but don't touch, Joann." "Oh, I thought you said touch but don't taste." Joann said playfully with a pout, "Nice to meet you Mavin." "Yes, she knows. Now move along." Bellinda pushed Joann out of the way and grabbed Mavin. "Sorry about that." Bellinda wrapped her arms around Mavin's neck and began to sway, "She's such a flirt, hard to believe she's het." "I think that's a good thing." Mavin smiled and let her hands fall to Bellinda's waist. Bellinda looked up at Mavin, a question played on her mind. "What is it?" Mavin said softly, her voice rumbling from her chest. "I'm so happy you're here." Bellinda breathed deeply, pushing her ample breasts into Mavin, "You've been on my mind since that night in the alley." "Bellinda, you don't owe me anything." Mavin said slowly, making sure to emphasize the 'anything'. "That may be true but you saved me Mavin, and it wouldn't be right if I didn't thank you properly." Before Mavin could say anything else, Bellinda pulled Mavin down for a kiss. It was gentle at first, Bellinda let her tongue play on Mavin's soft lips. Mavin responded by taking Bellinda's top lip into her mouth and sucking it. Bellinda moaned and crushed her body into Mavin. The tall woman's hands traveled up Bella's uncovered back, the skin there reddening in the wake of her long fingers. Mavin slipped her tongue into Bella's mouth and after a small duel, broke the kiss. Her ears rang from the pulsing blood at her temples, her hands trembled a little, her chest heaved. Bellinda spoke first, "I'm hoping you'll accept my gratitude and go on a date with me." Mavin's head spun, she'd heard Bellinda but her senses were in overdrive. She felt like she would drown in Bellinda's emerald orbs, but she couldn't break the gaze. Her nose was wired on the mild vanilla scent that came from Bellinda's heated flesh, so she couldn't speak to save her life. Instead, she nodded. "I'm guessing that's a yes." Bella said. Mavin only saw her pink lips moving in slow motion, she zoomed in for another kiss and captured them. The kiss was slow, but laced with intense need. Bellinda felt her pussy throbbing against her soaking thong. She pressed her thighs together and pushed her pelvis into Mavin. The tall woman's hands succumbed to the gravity of Bella's ass, squeezing gently. The surrounding crowd whooped and flashes went off around the room. Mavin and Bellinda broke their lock and eyed the ring of people around them. "Look's like we have an audience." Bella bit her bottom lip, "I don't think they've paid for a private screening." Mavin gulped. Her heart thudded with anxiety even as her loins tingled with lust. Bellinda rested her head on Mavin's broad chest and began to sway again as the two danced to a slow song. "Yes." Mavin whispered, "I'd love to go out with you." Bellinda just smiled into Mavin's chest, trailing her fingers behind the tall woman's ears and neck. She liked the way the dark woman smelled. Her skin was on fire and she needed relief. She had to have Mavin. The song played for a while longer and then on Joann's cue, the DJ began to spin 'party's over so get the fuck outta here' records. The crowds began to thin again as Bellinda hugged and thanked guests on their way out. Mavin found a seat for herself and surveyed the emptying studio. The floor was decorated with plastic beer cups and most of the other horizontal surfaces were covered in used paper plates. Mavin looked at her watch; it was already after eleven. She got up and went to the large window, admiring the dark view of the city. Bellinda snuck up behind Mavin and slipped her slender arms around the tall woman's waist, she felt Mavin's abs tighten then relax. Mavin turned around slowly, taking Bellinda's hands in hers. "I can't stay Bellinda. Not yet." Mavin said, trying to avoid the redhead's enchanting gaze. "Why, what's wrong?" "Nothing, it's just that. . . Bellinda I won't lie, I'm very attracted to you, but I think it would be best if we took things slowly." Bellinda let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, "Alright, but that doesn't mean we can't get to know each other. We'll just be real slow about it." Bellinda licked her lips. 'Damn, I hope this works,' she thought to herself. Mavin, on the other hand was thinking, 'Temptation is one hot bitch.' "I think that'll work." Mavin resolved and stole a kiss from Bellinda's inviting lips. "Gosh you two, get in a room." Joann mumbled from the couch were she sat eyeing them. "You know that's a great idea." Bella said in Joann's direction and began to pull Mavin to her room, "G'night Joann." Joann mumbled something about it being her lucky day as Bellinda shut her bedroom door. Mavin's emotional wall was on high alert, more to keep the redhead safe than for her own protection. She looked around the Victorian style room done in cool colors, heavy drapes and inviting sheets. Bellinda walked around Mavin and into her hazel gaze. "Are you gonna take that off?" It took about a minute for Mavin to realize the redhead had even said anything, her eyes only registered Bellinda's naked body. 'Holy fuck!' she thought to herself. Her eyes wandered hungrily over the perfectly round breasts with large rust-colored aureoles and hardening nipples; down a toned torso and onto curvy hips, the entire bundle wrapped in caramel skin with a light dusting of freckles. Mavin's mouth watered. Bellinda smiled inwardly at the effect she was obviously having on the tall woman, 'Sure, we'll go as slow as you want.' She moved toward an almost drooling Mavin. "Here, let me help you with it." She said softly. Mavin had only seen her lips moving in slow motion,'Snap out of it Mavin, come on.' Bellinda reached up with both hands, placing her palms on the dark woman's muscled chest, liking the feel of power emanating from Mavin's thudding heart. She eased the jacket off, enjoying the mix of coolness from Mavin's silk shirt with heat from her chocolate flesh. Bellinda dragged her fingers up and down Mavin's torso. Mavin remained still, her brain firing in a million directions. She wasn't new at this, but she'd been down this road before, too many times. Yet it always drew her with its illusion of peace and love. 'What is she doing?!' Her head screamed as Bellinda continued her gentle caress. "I like the way you smell, Mavin." That did it, Mavin got flashy and in the second it took Bella to realize it, her lips were being devoured by the tall woman, who held her close and tight. Mavin's tongue mapped her wet mouth with feverish thirst while her hands roamed the redhead's body languidly, going over every reachable inch of flesh, trying to memorize every curve as if she'd be tested on it. Mavin rubbed Bella's thighs and crawled her fingers up to grab plump ass cheeks, squeezing them and pulling Bella into herself as if she would assimilate the redhead. Bella moaned softly into Mavin's busy mouth. The kiss deepened as Bella began to inch her way to the plush bed, dragging a pliant Mavin with her. They came up for air just as they crashed onto the bed. Mavin snapped out of her haze and put her hands out to break their fall. 'Temptation is a hot-haired bitch,' she thought again as Bellinda busied herself with rubbing her foot on Mavin's leg. Mavin didn't waste anymore time in her head. Having the lithe redhead under her completely demolished any wall she'd erected. Her body caught fire as her own arousal made itself known. Her powerful hips nestled between Bellinda's naked thighs. Mavin's sensitive nose picked the scent of Bella's neatly trimmed cunt; her eyes wandered to the heavy breasts spilling to each side of Bellinda's body. "Kiss me, Mavin." Bellinda said as she reached up and pulled Mavin down toward her, wanting to feel the tall woman's weight on top of her. Mavin leaned in closer, letting their lips touch as her long muscle snaked its way into Bella's hot mouth. Bella slid her hands up around Mavin's neck, reminding her that she still had clothes on. Mavin rolled them over and lay back to allow the redhead to undress her. Bellinda pulled Mavin's shirt buttons apart slowly, relishing the zing in her dripping pussy each time more of Mavin's flesh came into view. She saw a long, crescent scar but ignored it for the moment. She moved on to Mavin's pants, and after undoing the belt and zipper, she tugged on the well-tailored material to get it off. Mavin didn't move, the sight of Bellinda's glistening inner-thighs was too much to bear. "Where's the bathroom?" She almost whimpered. "Are you okay?" Bellinda asked, surprised at the question. "I'm good." Mavin said as Bellinda pointed to the other door in the room. Mavin jumped off the bed and shut the door behind her, leaving Bellinda confused. "Okay Mavin, here we go again. You know the drill, so let things happen but don't lose your grip." Mavin said to her image in the mirror. She looked for a moment longer and then splashed her face with cold water, liking the coolness on her overheating flesh. She shrugged her pants off, and went back into the room wearing only her black boxers with the words 'Bite me!' printed all over it. Bellinda stifled a giggle as Mavin walked towards the bed, her body rippling with power. The tall woman picked Bellinda up with little effort and stole her breath away with a deep kiss. Bella's arms folded around a strong neck while Mavin's hands held her plump ass. The redhead's moist cunt was right on Mavin's washboard abs, coating the thick rack of muscle in her sticky juices. Bellinda thought she would die from the pressure on her clit. She rotated her hips enjoying the feel of Mavin's hard body between her legs. Mavin sat on the bed with Bella in her lap. She kissed Bella's neck with fervor, liking the salty taste of Bellinda's flushed skin. Mavin turned to place Bella on the bed as she continued her journey down the redhead's torso. She laved and sucked the flesh around Bella's navel, breathing the aroma coming from a hot, wet cunt. "God....that feels so good!" Bellinda moaned as Mavin inched down between her thighs. Large hands were already there, caressing slick lips with the lightest of pressures. Bella's scent assaulted the tall woman's brain as she kissed the crease of flesh between sweaty thighs. Bella wasn't thinking clearly anymore. If she thought she knew 'slow torture', she was quickly learning that she had no clue. Her body was so tweaked that Mavin's hot breath alone was driving her closer to the edge. She moaned and fought to keep her own breath, her hands clawing the sheets and squeezing her breasts. Her nipples were painfully erect but she couldn't get any relief, Mavin had her pinned under large thumbs. "Oh....god...Mavin please..." She panted in frustration. 'Atta girl!' Mavin thought absently. She loved it when a woman begged. She would milk more pleas out of Bella before she gave in to her thirst. As incentive for Bella, Mavin blew a stream of hot breath on the redhead's angry lips, watching the juices ooze from her engorged depths. "Uhn...Mavin..." Bellinda gasped as all her nerve endings clamored for celebrity, her hips bucking up to increase contact. Mavin pulled back, delighting in the redhead's pre-combustive state. "You said we'd do this slowly, Bellinda." Mavin rumbled, her voice even thicker with lust. Bellinda's whole body ached for release as vibrations from Mavin's chest sent waves of pleasure up her spine, pushing her brain up higher, promising a greater plunge. She wondered how long she could last like this. Mavin savored the rapt expression of desire on Bella's face. Mouth open in a constant battle for oxygen, brows furrowed with beads of saline moisture, eyes rolled back into her head and the entire image crowned in flames. Something told her she would never forget that image. "Do you want it?" Mavin said slowly, almost in a whisper, more to herself than to Bellinda, but the redhead moaned with need. "Yes...Oh fuck yes." Bella breathed. "Why must you have it?" Mavin asked as she moved her head within a hair's length of Bellinda's steamy pussy lips. She didn't wait for an answer, she already knew what she wanted, so she went for it. Mavin thrust her long taste wand into Bella's cunt, surprising the redhead, whose hips flew off the bed and jerked up and down a few times before settling into a frantic squirm. Mavin nearly creamed her boxers from the intense rush of sensations flooding her body. She clamped down on Bella's soft inner labia and shook her head from side to side, letting her nose graze the stiff clit in front of her gently. She sucked like a thirsty vampire, thrusting her tongue deeply into Bellinda's tight canal; loving the sweet and distinctively unique taste of Bella's pussy. Bellinda didn't know where she was. All she knew was the flashing stars in the back of her mind. Her back arched off the bed as her pussy spasmed around Mavin's agile tongue. Her hand's flew to Mavin's head, crushing the tall woman's face into her aching pussy. Mavin licked her way up and seized the hard clit, straining viciously in its hood. Her thumb found its way to Bella's puckered asshole. She teased the ring of muscle a bit and just rubbed it very slowly. Bellinda's voice screaming in her head only spurred her on. She continued to assault the button of flesh in her mouth, flicking her tongue rapidly over it. She slid a long finger into Bella's dripping sex and felt the redhead's hips come undone. Bella thrashed about on the satin sheets, twisting and bucking as Mavin held her in a death-grip, sucking harder on the sensitive clit. She thumbed Bella's ass gently while she drank the sweet nectar flowing from the clenched walls of the redhead's flower. Bella's mind had simply shut off. She'd been dropped so suddenly that her brain was mixing signals. The fall seemed endless as she felt herself being sucked dry. Her thighs clamped around Mavin's head but loosened; they were no match for the dark woman's thirst. Her body shook and trembled as wave after wave of an orgasmic tempest washed through her body, searing her flesh and frying her brain. She babbled incoherently as her breath came in short, ragged gasps on the verge of ceasing. "Oh yeah...fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my fucking god!" Mavin gave a last, hungry pull on Bella's clit and the small woman went limp. Mavin released her grip but continued to lick up the remaining juices. When she was satisfied, she got up and examined the happy, dreamy expression on Bella's face. She bent down and kissed the pliant lips before her, smearing the fresh cum on Bella's soft lips. She then stretched her full length beside the red-haired woman. Bellinda's even breathing confirmed her mission, so she allowed her mind to wander off while sleep claimed her body. ************ Bellinda stirred in her satin sheets and tossed a bit in the dimly lit room. She felt blindly for Mavin, her green eyes popping open when she came up empty. She saw a note perched on the pillow next to her. "Sorry I had to leave while you slept but I've got a convention to attend in Washington DC. Hope you had a good time last night, I know I did. See you on Saturday. Mavin Bright." The note was written in sprawling cursive, far from elegant, with upper and lower case letters mixed together. The tall woman had signed her name in a hurry, the way a doctor would write a prescription. A small shiver bulldozed the redhead's body as bits and pieces of last night flashed through her mind. Bellinda sighed tiredly and got out of bed, heading to the bathroom to take care of pressing matters. Half hour later, she went into her living room to see Joann still snoring on the sofa. The entire place was littered with cups and plates. A few spilled drinks adorned the hardwood floor. 'Good thing I had it sealed,' Bella thought as she began to pick up the place. Her body felt more relaxed than it had ever been in over the past months. She didn't really feel like doing anything on her day off, but she had to keep her mind off Mavin. Her eyes closed and she saw those gold-speckled orbs; felt the strong, demanding hands; squirmed under the slow, hungry kisses. Bellinda moaned as her mind replayed snippets of unbearable pleasure from the previous night. The phone rang and the redhead jumped three feet from where she stood. The damn thing rang twice more before she answered it. The voice that greeted her sent her crashing into a nearby chair. "Howya doin' Linda?" The smooth, southern accent poured from the receiver. Only one person called her 'Linda'. "Why are you calling me?" Bella said in a tight, cold voice. She most definitely didn't need this now. "Don't be so harsh Linda, I wanted to wish you a happy birthday." Bella could almost see the smug look on the blonde-haired butch's face. "That was yesterday if you really care and why the hell is this one so special that you'd get off your high horse to meddle with us lowly folks?" Bellinda said in one breath. "There you go again, you never give me a chance." "Well you had your chances Adrian and you blew them all, slut after bimbo." Bella's voice jumped in growing anger. She really didn't need this shit. "Linda, please calm down, I'm calling for business." "What?!" Bella nearly screamed. "I never meant to hurt you and I'm sorry, but that's in the past now." "You know what? You're right, you ARE in my past, why are you trying now to stick your head in my future?" "Will you please hear me out, Linda, please?" "Why Adrian? Because you suddenly remembered my number after two years of nothing from you?" "No, because I have a business proposition to make." "I was wrong to think you'd gotten off that high horse, what the fuck makes you think I'd want to do any business with you?"