Vacation

Chapter 3

“Yup,” Dianne agreed. She pulled away gently to lie on her back again, closing her eyes. “I’m still going to miss you. I hope you like my little going-away present.” She opened one eye, looked over at Claudia. “Uh…do you?”

“It’s memorable,” Claudia replied. “Unique.”

“Yeah, but do you like it?” Dianne prodded. “How many times have we talked about Morningside, gotten ourselves all horny doing it?”

Claudia yawned hugely, stalling for time to think of an answer. “Well…” she began. “It’s been intense.”

“Do you LIKE it, dammit!” Dianne asked again, nudging her hard in the ribs with an elbow. “Answer the question!” Mock anger was in her voice.

“Okay! Okay!” Claudia laughed, turning to protect her side from another nudge. “Yeah, I kinda like it. I haven’t been f****d so hard or so often since…well, ever. But it feels a little…odd.”

“Think of it as a special vacation,” Dianne said. “A time apart from everything else. It’s just here-and-now.”

“A special vacation?” Claudia mused. Maybe it could work if she thought of it that way: A time apart from everything else, with no connections to her life before or afterwards. “Well, I guess that could work. Just don’t go taking any pictures to remember it by.”

Dianne almost curled up into a ball from laughing. This time, the laughs did not turn into sobs. Claudia joined in, until Dianne began splashing her. Claudia yelped as the water struck her full in the face, then began splashing back. They swirled back and forth across the huge bathtub, splashing and ducking each other, laughing and squealing until the tiled room echoed.

Then the horseplay turned into something else. Claudia found herself grabbing Dianne, pulling her close, kissing her hungrily, as if all the rough s*x last night had sharpened her appetite rather than sated it. Dianne’s eyes went wide at first, then her arms slid around Claudia’s waist and she kissed back.

They had made love before—exactly three times in all the years they’d been partners. The first time had been after Dianne had shot a mugger who was about to stab Claudia with a knife they’d somehow missed when they’d searched him. There was an awkwardness between them afterwards that lasted for about a week, until they talked it over and concluded that it was a one-time thing, and they’d never bring it up again. The second time had been after a shootout that marked the end of a long and hairy car chase. It had been hasty and fevered, a reaction to being so near death. There had been some of the old awkwardness after that, but it did not last as long. They agreed that this “one-time thing” was now more of a “special occasion” thing. The third time…well, Claudia supposed that they had just been feeling alone and lonely that night. Dianne had met Rom not long afterwards, and the two of them hadn’t shared a bed since.

Not that they were sharing a bed now. The two of them wrestled playfully in the water, working out the peculiar logistics of s*x in that monster bathtub. They tried a few experiments at how long either one could hold her breath, experiments that always ended in a rapid, spluttering surfacing for air and more excited laughter. Finally, they settled down, facing each other, Dianne on her right side, Claudia on her left. They held each other as closely as possible one-armed, tongue-kissing gently, eyes closed. Claudia slid her free hand up to cup Dianne’s breast before trailing it slowly down her longtime partner’s body and softly, slowly, between her legs. Dianne moaned weakly into her mouth as she felt the touch, pulled herself even closer, lifting her leg and hooking it over Claudia’s hips.

Claudia had noticed that the few times they’d made love together, she was the more aggressive. It just seemed to work out that way. She moaned back into Dianne’s mouth as their tongues continued to wrestle, and slid two fingers slowly up inside Dianne’s warm, warm p***y, feeling Dianne clench around them. She added a third finger, and began a deliberate in-out rhythm, making sure that Dianne’s c******s was getting the full benefit of any friction. Dianne moaned more loudly. Her free hand stopped palpating Claudia’s breasts and slid around her waist instead, then began cupping and squeezing Claudia’s rump.

Claudia gasped and shivered at the touch: It was something that always got her motor going, and she began moving her own fingers faster, feeling Dianne’s answering shudder. They were kissing so hard now their teeth were clicking against each other. Finally, Dianne broke the kiss, tilting her head back, back, mouth open, eyes closed, exhaling quickly with little grunts as she drew closer and closer. When she came, it was with a loud, short moan, followed by a series of more moans that gradually faded away. Face flushed, eyes glowing, she smiled at Claudia.

“You’re so good with your hands…” Dianne murmured. “I almost wish you had a cock.”

Claudia laughed, playfully ducking her partner. Dianne came up spluttering, laughing herself. Then, turning more serious, she moved closer for a soft kiss. “Your turn now,” she said into Claudia’s ear, just before flicking it with a pink tongue-tip. Claudia shivered at the sensation. Only Dianne knew how erotically sensitive her ears were.

“Just lie back….” Dianne continued, exhaling warmly and drawing another delicious shiver, “…and enjoy it.”

***

Some long, lazy time later, washed, brushed, shampooed, dried and wrapped in towels, the two women padded barefoot out to the kitchen. Neither had eaten since lunchtime yesterday….unless multiple mouthfuls of semen counted…..and both were ravenous. Claudia was the better cook, and she scrambled up eggs loaded with ham, peppers and onions that she found in the small refrigerator while Dianne brewed coffee. They ate quickly and in silence, stoking their bodies up. Afterwards, as Dianne poured them the last of the coffee (straight black for Claudia, a small dollop of half-and-half for Dianne) Claudia yawned hugely and stretched. “God, I’m still all worn out,” She observed.

“Can’t sleep on the mattress unless we change that sheet,” Dianne grinned at her. “Nothing but dried-up wet spots.”

Claudia giggled, “You’re right. Let’s see if they locked the linen closet too.”

They hadn’t. The closet was well-stocked with fresh sheets and towels, all blindingly white.

“Just like men,” Claudia observed as they changed the sheet. “We have to clean up the mess.” Dianne chuckled. “And we know they’ll leave another mess for us…and OF us, don’t we?”

Claudia grinned, although she wasn’t entirely easy in her mind about what might be coming. She took another sheet and wrapped it around herself like a toga.

“What are you doing, young lady?” Dianne teased. “They’re probably expect us to be naked for them.”

“So what?” Claudia sniffed. “It’s too chilly in here to sleep naked. They want it off me they can take it off themselves.”

“Good point!” Dianne exclaimed. She got herself a sheet and wrapped it around herself also. “Anyway…”she said, “I kinda like the feeling of a man stripping me down.”

They found the pillows, stuffed into a dresser drawer, and settled down for a nap.

“Claudia?” Dianne asked after a moment. “Is this okay with you? Are you….enjoying yourself? Really?”

“I’m still here,” she replied, yawning. “It’s….more intense than sheer pleasure so far, but if I wanted out I’d be gone, naked or not….but, then, how could I leave my partner alone to face multiple fates worse than death?”

Dianne’s hand reached out and took Claudia’s. “I’m going to miss you SO much,” she murmured.

Then they were asleep

***

Sam was the first to return to the bungalow. Rom, Jake and Simon had gone off in the minivan, but he’d used his own chopper, which had been parked behind the bungalow with the others. Parking in the back again, he unstrapped the package of stuff he’d bought that afternoon. That cute little blonde clerk at the hardware store had eyed him speculatively as she rang up the purchases: rope, chain, a couple of dog collars, candles, twine, string, some small padlocks….if he had the time later, he might just try to look her up. Right now, though, it was hard to concentrate on anything but that redhead. He remembered vividly how wide those green eyes had looked above the tape covering her mouth…and how that mouth later felt on his c**k. Handcuffs were okay, but they allowed more movement than he really liked. A smaller package in the storage compartment held several hard rubber balls of different sizes and a package of clothespins. He retrieved it, and went around to enter the bungalow. He had the redhead’s key. He knew her name was Claudia, but preferred to think of her just now as simply “the redhead”, or, more simply, “Red”. Five-foot-seven, he guessed, and about 125 pounds, light enough for him to move her as he wanted without too much effort. He thought that she wasn’t entirely into it, even after last night, and looked forward to her…education.

The bungalow was quiet when he entered. He dumped his packages on the kitchen table, noting dishes in the sink. They had been up earlier. He went to the bedroom. The women were there, asleep. They’d changed the sheet, and both were wrapped loosely in other sheets. The others might not be back yet, but he wanted that redhead now. Dianne was so soundly asleep that she barely roused as he rolled her face down and cuffed her hands together behind her. By the time she was fully awake, it was too late for her to do anything about it.

“What?” she asked in a sleep-slurred voice, rolling face-up. “Oh!” as she saw him.

“Keep quiet,” he ordered in a low voice. “The others will be back soon.” He gripped an end of the sheet and tumbled her out of it, almost rolling her off the mattress. “Come with me,” he told her, taking her by the hair.

“Ow! Ow!” she whispered loudly. “Okay! Okay!”

“I said quiet,” he reminded her, leading her back to the kitchen. He stopped beside the table. “Kneel,” he ordered her, pushing her down. She obeyed, wide-eyed and fully awake now. He selected one of the dog collars, wide and tan, but of some soft, suede-like material. She was silent, except for heavy breathing, as he buckled it around her neck. She looked up at him wide-eyed as he straightened back up. “Before the others get back, I want a little one-on-one time with your friend,” he told her. He held up a coil of soft nylon rope. “That’s what I got this for.” In his other hand, he held up a chain leash. “This,” he said, “is a present for you.”

She made no protest as he snapped the leash to her collar and then wrapped the free end around the table leg. Yesterday, he’d put down folded towel for her to kneel on. Now, let her kneel or sit on the hard floor. Anyway, the others would be back soon. She still said nothing, though she watched him intently as he left the kitchen.

The redhead was still asleep, lying on her belly. Good. Carefully, so as not to wake her just yet, he unlocked the cuffs from her wrist.

In the kitchen, Dianne heard a muffled thump and a squeal from the bedroom.

The redhead looked up, furious at first at whoever had so rudely unwrapped her from the sheet. Then she saw it was him, and her expression grew wary and watchful: What he called the “What-is-he-going-to-do-next?” look. She lay on her back, propped up on her elbows, knees bent, legs slightly apart and he let his gaze drift down her torso to the coppery tuft at the join of her long, strong legs. She blushed, started to put her knees together and then stopped. She tilted her chin up defiantly, as if to say she wasn’t scared of him at all. He’d change that. He liked his women to be at least a little afraid, a little dubious about him.

“Get up,” he told her.

She rose warily, facing him.

“Hands on your head,” he ordered. As an ex-cop, she ought to appreciate that. She hesitated at first, nearly glaring at him, then obeyed, chin still up. The pose showed off her breasts to good advantage. 34 B, he judged, but nicely shaped, with the n*****s pointing slightly upwards. He walked around her slowly, taking the time to admire her body. She had a cute little rump, still faintly marked from last night, and a couple of cute little dimples in the small of her back. Standing behind her, he ran a hand down her flank, armpit to hip, and felt her shiver.

“Follow me,” he told her. “Keep your hands where they are.”

From the kitchen, Dianne had a brief glimpse of Claudia following Sam down the hallway to the other bedroom. Claudia had her hands on her head. Dianne smiled to herself.

As Sam unlocked the door to the bedroom, Claudia had a brief moment to wonder just what the hell she was doing again. She’d been telling herself that she’d been participating because of Dianne. The fact was, she suddenly realized, that if Sam hadn’t been so damned sure of himself she’d have found some way to back out of it. There was something….compelling……about the way he looked at her, something inevitable in his voice when he gave her that order. She watched him unlock the door and wondered what he had in mind.