Bidding War (34 page)

She switched to the other nipple while her fingers slide down my slide.

"Enough! Finish it!" I ordered.

She broke away from my breast. "Soon, once you beg."

But her fingers slid into me, the way she'd had me do last night on the phone, and I began trying to buck against her hand. In response, she withdrew her hand.

"No!"

"Behave or I stop!"

"Oh god." I opened my eyes and stared at her. "Please. Please please please."

"For the rest of the night, I may do whatever I want to you?"

"Yes! Yes! Whatever you want!"

Her hand was immediately back between my legs, and her fingers slid inside me. Her thumb teased my clitoris while her fingers curled and clenched inside me.

"Yes, yes, yes," I said, panting.

"Say my name when you come," she ordered firmly. "Come now," she ordered. "Come for me."

And right on command, I did, the orgasm blowing through my entire body. I screamed her name, punctuated by "Yes, Gwendolyn, yes! Oh god yes!"

Finally, as my shudders subsided, her hands stilled, then withdrew, and she
lay down on the bed next to me. She reached up to my hands and pulled them down so they were resting over my stomach, then pulled me into her arms, her head on the pillow.

I
lay there, curled into her, panting and panting, shuddering from time to time with what she had done, my eyes still closed, my heart beating harder than I thought possible.

I calmed down over the next several minutes, and Gwendolyn kissed the top of my head.

We lay together for a while, her hands stroking my skin softly, not talking.

Finally I asked, "Gwendolyn?"

"Yes, Pamela?"

"Are you going to do that again?"

She chuckled. "Oh yes."

I burrowed in tighter to her.

"Are you going to untie me?"

"Only if you ask me to. I'd rather not. I like you this way."

I didn't say anything for a while. "Gwendolyn?"

"Yes, Pamela?"

"Why are you still wearing all these clothes?"

"I was too impatient to take them off."

"You could take them off now."

"Soon."

She pulled me more tightly against her.

"Gwendolyn?" I said several minutes later. She chuckled in her chest.

"Yes?"

"I'm not ready for round two."

"I didn't think you were."

"Would you like more chocolate and another game?"

"Will you accept another wager?"

"A small one, if it's going to be nine stones."

"Your wrists stay tied."

"All right."

"Eleven stones," she said.

I laughed.

"If I win, the next two orgasms involve tongue. My tongue first, then yours."

"Oh god," I said. "I don't know how."

"I'll teach you."

"All right. If I win, then the next orgasm is yours with my untied hands."

She thought about it. "All right," she said. "Only if you let me tie your hands again afterwards."

"All right. You'll have to teach me." I paused. "What if I can't?"

She kissed my head again. "I don't think that's likely to be a problem."

She helped me up, then wrapped the bedspread around me and led me to the living room. She stepped out in front of me and made sure the blinds were all closed and the doors locked.

"You sit," she said. "I'll get the torte."

"Half piece," I said.

"We'll split one."

While she was gone, I set the board up, then sat down on the sofa, stealing her place. She didn't seem upset by it.

"You look very cute, Pamela, bundled in the bedspread with your wrists still bound.

I smiled at her.

"Is your brain working yet?" she asked.

"We'll see."

She sat down, set the torte between us, made her first play, then picked up her fork and took a piece of the torte.

She won, but it was a very close game. When she totaled our score, I looked at her and said, "I'm getting better."

"You are." She smiled. "I am proud of you." Then she began grinning and stood up. She reached out and pulled me to my feet, and the bedspread stayed behind on the sofa.

"Hey!" I said, beginning to blush.

She didn't say a word but pulled me back to the bedroom. She shoved me onto the bed and began kissing me. She shoved me backwards onto the bed and arranged me, then began nipping my nipples while her hand immediately strode to my clitoris. I immediately began squirming.

She trailed a line of kisses, then apologized. "I'm sorry, but I don't have any patience left." Seconds later, her mouth was over my vulva, and I felt incredibly self-conscious.

What if I tasted bad? What if she didn't like it?

She lifted her head, "Oh my god!" she said. "I love the taste of straight girl!"

I laughed. "I don't think I'm straight anymore."

"Let me have my fantasies," she said, burying her face between my legs again.

She was very expert with her mouth. With just her lips, she parted me, then her lips and her tongue began to tease my clitoris, and I started to go frantic immediately. I was still sensitive from all the attention earlier, and it took very little time before I was panting with the sensations she was giving me.

Then she switched, and her tongue slid up and down my slit, offering new sensations, not as intense, but still very squirm-inducing.

Finally she thrust her tongue inside of me and somehow found a way to lip my clitoris a couple of times while doing it. She teased me like that for a while before switching back to my engorged, sensitive clitoris.

I moaned and squirmed and then the orgasm slipped into me, just a trickle at first, then an explosion.

"Gwendolyn," I moaned. "Gwendolyn. Oh god, Gwendolyn," I said quietly, desperately, my entire body surrendering to the waves of bliss she had given me.

She waited until I had subsided before moving back up me, kissing me, finally coming to my mouth.

She put her hands on both sides of my face, kneeling over me, and said, "This is what you taste like?" And she was kissing me.

I tasted myself on her mouth right away. At first I was grossed out a little, but the endorphins were still rushing through my body, and I became hungry for my taste from her mouth. I sucked on her tongue when she offered it, then flicked my tongue against her lips and teeth before she pulled away.

"You taste amazing," she said to me, collapsing down next to me.

"That seemed quick," I said, smiling over at her.

"It was. I was a little surprised, actually. I normally do better. Sorry."

"Don't be silly."

She let me lie still for a while, this time curling up into me as I lay on my back. We snuggled for a while.

"Gwendolyn?"

"Are we doing this again?"

"I surely hope so."

She reached over and pinched a nipple. "Ow!"

"Gwendolyn?"

She said. "Yes, Pamela?"

"Will you tell me what to do?"

"Yes."

"Will you untie me?"

"No."

"If I ask nicely?"

"No."

"I could untie myself."

"Try."

So I did.

It took me about three seconds to realize I couldn't remotely reach the knot with my fingers. Then I tried to reach it with my teeth, but I couldn't twist my arms around enough to reach. She stayed on her side with her head propped in her hand, watching me.

I tried using my teeth to slip the rope off my arms. I got nowhere.

Then I sat up and tried to use my toes. That got some real attention from her. I could tug on the knot, but I couldn't untie it.

Finally I turned to face her. "I could cut it off."

"Yes. Or possibly find a way to hook something into the knot and release it. But it's not like I'd let you do that." She paused. "If you ever cut one of my ropes off, and it's not some sort of emergency, I will probably be annoyed. If you are able to untie it without cutting it, it's my own fault."

I nodded.

I rolled onto my knees. "You're still wearing too many clothes."

She laughed.

"Will you teach me?"

"Yes."

She got up and told me to sit on the bed, then stepped away and began undressing while I watched. She started with her nylons and panties, sliding them down her legs and tossing them to casually join mine on the floor. Then she reached behind herself and unzipped the dress. She gave that a little more care, setting it on the chair with mine. Her bra joined the nylons and my bra on the floor. Then she stood in front of me. I licked my lips while staring at her.

"Tell me how you feel about this," she said.

"You're beautiful."

"I'm old."

"You're not old."

She stepped closer. "I am wrinkled, and I sag while you are still pert."

"I don't care."

"I will only get older."

"Will you get fat?"

"No, but I will sag more."

"I don't care. Do you?"

"Yes. I don't want to be ugly."

I sighed.

She paused. "I am a woman."

"Yes. I figured that out."

"Don't be pert. Would you rather a man was here doing these things with you?"

I looked at her. "I don't care what gender you are. I'm here with you."

She thought about it, then stepped closer and lowered her mouth to mine. It was a sweet, soft kiss, but I mewled into it anyway. She hugged me afterwards.

"I don't know what to do though," I said. "I've never really been invited as an active participant."

She stepped away and crouched down to look me in the eye. "Lie there and let him do what he wants?"

"That's all any of them seemed to want. Hold my legs up, make appreciative noises."

She sighed then stood up and kissed me. This time it was much more needy, and when she broke the kiss, I moved to her neck, then traced kisses across her shoulder. She tasted like, I don't know. She tasted delightful.

I moved my mouth to a breast, using my bound hands to cup it and hold it. My lips found the nipple, and I treated it very gently.

"If you are very careful," she said. "You can use your teeth. Just a little."

So I did, and she squirmed. "Yes, do that again." I did. "And your tongue." I flicked at her, then nipped before sucking more firmly.

"Ohh," she said. "Nice."

I felt her nipple become engorged in my mouth until I released it and moved to the other one. I treated that one the same as the first. She made sounds of appreciation.

I pulled away and looked at her. "If you fake, I won't know, and it will be your fault if I learn wrong."

"I never fake," she said, looking down at me. "Please don't stop."

I went back to what I was doing, but then I lowered my hands, sliding them along her skin, arching my back a little, then crouching to slide between her legs.

"Slow down," she said. "Take your time. We have all night."

I pulled away, and her breast dropped away from me. "I'm sorry," I said.

"Shhh. Keep kissing for a while."

So I did, kissing the gap between her breasts, then little teasing kisses across both breasts, then using my hands to help, back to her first nipple. I stretched and kissed the underside of her jaw, then waited for her to offer her lips.

I flicked my tongue against her lips, then invaded her mouth, and we moaned together.

She climbed onto the bed, sliding past me to lie down on her back, arranging a pillow. I pulled her hands, one at a time, above her head, and she opened her eyes, watching me, smiling.

"Close your eyes," I told her.

She did, and I briefly kissed each lid, then nuzzled her neck before letting my hands trace up and down her sides and across her belly, soft, fleeting touches.

"Tickles," she said.

I brushed her face with my hair and she giggled.

"Playful."

"Nervous."

"Don't be," she said. "Whatever happens now is fine. It's the journey that matters."

"But-"

She opened her eyes. "No. Whatever you do now is perfect. Soft, sweet, whatever feels good to you. You'll be able to tell if I enjoy it. Don't make an orgasm the goal. Just try to make me feel good. I might orgasm, I might not, but it will feel good, and that's what matters."

I smiled, kissed her lips briefly, and she closed her eyes.

I spent a long time stroking her, humming to her, and kissing her. I teased her nipples and kissed her pelvis. I stuck my tongue inside her belly button, which made her giggle. I left a row of kisses down the outside of one leg, then snuggled and kissed her feet a while. She seemed to like that quite a lot.