Deux

Deux
by Em Petrova

Breathless Press

Calgary, Alberta

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or

persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Deux

Copyright© 2011 Em Petrova

ISBN: 978-1-926930-27-5

Cover Artist: Victoria Miller

Editor: Michayla Hart

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The water in the adjoining locker room shower stall roared to life just as Jane lathered the creamy body wash between her palms. Her muscles hummed with a sweet mixture of energy and exhaustion after her kickboxing class.

Her husband thought her decision to take up the morning class in addition to her regular morning run crazy. But after the solitude of her run, she craved the social atmosphere the gym offered. Her kids were in school full time, and her charity work only took up so much dead time. Plus, there was the added allure of Margot Holt. But she couldn’t tell her husband that.

The recent divorcee’s twins were in third grade with Jane’s daughter. She and Margot exchanged pleasantries, but when Jane watched Margot’s full, sexy ass in tight workout pants, Jane walked out of kickboxing class hotter than her workout ever made her.

She smoothed the soap over her flesh, circling her breasts slowly, teasing the small nubs by avoiding them. A trickle of fluid slipped from her pussy as she fantasized trapping Margot alone after class. Jane leaned against the shower wall and stifled her moan as she pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger, stretching them with visions of Margot’s mouth wrapped around them. She had the prettiest mouth Jane had ever seen on a woman, wide and pink and luscious.
How would it feel to kiss her?

Using the flat of her hands, she chaffed her hard nipples. A permanent throb took up residence low in her belly; an ache that couldn’t be relieved by her husband’s long cock. In the past year, Jane had begun to dream about a woman, of soft breasts and full thighs, of the sweet taste of a woman she hadn’t experienced since her college days.

And voluptuous Margot tormented her at every turn—at school events in her sexy fitted jeans and at the grocery store with her long, dark hair piled on top of her head and face stunning despite the lack of makeup. Now they shared a kickboxing class. If only Jane could bridge the gulf between idle chit-chat and asking her to sit on her face.

She dipped two fingers into her slit, finding it soaking. She teased the bare outer lips, envisioning Margot’s slender fingers with the short oval nails.

The water in the adjoining shower shut off.
Damn
. Without the roar of water, her moans wouldn’t go unheard. And she was an important figure in the community. She couldn’t finger-fuck herself in the locker room shower.

With a sigh, Jane rinsed off; she’d have plenty of time this morning to use her new vibrator before her husband’s regular lunchtime phone call.

A faint, melodious humming reached her ears, causing a jolt to ripple through her.
Was that Margot’s voice?

She peeked around the plastic shower curtain and saw the ripe globes of Margot’s naked backside.

Jane jumped from the shower, grabbed her towel and hummed the second bar of the song in tune with her. Margot spun, wet hair snapping around her nude form like dark whips. Her tits jiggled deliciously.

“Hi,” Margot said, a dark blush climbing her throat and cheeks.

Jane’s pussy throbbed at the sight. She wanted to take her in her arms and kiss that soft skin, to lick the water droplets from her.

“I’ve seen you around a lot lately.” Jane ignored the towel in her hands. The cool air against her wet skin felt good.

As Margot wrapped herself in the white towel, she twisted to the side, giving Jane only a glimpse at her golden brown outer thigh. But she was dying to see the V between those shapely legs. In Margot’s workout pants, the bulge of her pussy lips was visible when she bent over. What color was it, was it bare, and how did it taste?

“I’ve been trying to keep busy since the divorce,” Margot faced her once again. The towel cinched the skin above her breasts, which pushed against the terry cloth, round and luscious. The fabric was too thick for Jane to see if the nipples were hard, but she thought so. The air in the locker room was cool.

Jane’s gaze locked onto the long column of Margot’s throat, still dewy with moisture. The thought of nuzzling its length and kissing that spot behind her ear propelled her feet closer. What was she doing? She wouldn’t flick her bean in the shower, but she’d openly pursue a woman in broad view?

Margot’s dark brown eyes flared at the woman approaching her in the flesh.

Jane wanted to see Margot’s eyes slip shut as she kissed her. She wanted to see them dilate as Jane’s finger gathered the moisture between her thick pussy lips. She wanted to see her eyes pinch shut as she made her come.

She closed in. Margot stepped back, coming up against a row of metal lockers. She bit her lower lip and a shot of need raced through Jane, making her pussy walls contract. She felt the wetness on her inner thighs and knew if Margot dropped her gaze, she’d see it.

“Look, Margot,” she said, searching her beautiful face. “I want to get to know you better.”

“Sure.” Her voice wavered. “How about coffee?”

“We can start with coffee, if you’d like,” Jane said, heart thumping at what she was about to say. “But I was thinking more along the lines of this.” With that, she leaned in and pressed her lips to Margot’s soft, giving mouth. Margot trembled at the caress.

Jane pressed harder, and lifted her hands to Margot’s silky shoulders to hold her in place. Beneath Jane’s fingers, Margot’s pulse hammered her veins. Her lips were unmoving, but a puff of breath left her as she sighed.

She kissed her once more, a bare brushing of mouths, and withdrew.

Margot’s gaze was close and tumultuous. She swallowed. The tip of her pink tongue appeared, flicking over her lower lip. Jane shuddered and stroked the sides of her neck, threading her fingers into the wet mass of dark hair.

She pressed her body against the towel separating her from Margot’s nakedness. They were perfectly matched in height, breasts to breasts, mouth to mouth. Moisture penetrated through Margot’s towel. “You must be lonely,” Jane said, eyes sensing the level of Margot’s arousal.

“I am,” she answered on a sigh.

“I’m not going to be coy with you, Margot. I’d like to take you home with me. I’d like to spread you on my big bed and make love to you.”

Margot inhaled sharply. Her eyes were taking on that glazed look Jane had imagined. She licked her lip again, slowly, maddeningly. Was she enjoying the taste of Jane’s kiss?

Before she could respond, Jane dipped her fingers into the edge of Margot’s towel, caressing the hot crevasse between her breasts.

“Your body is amazing,” Margot rasped. “Hard and perfect.”

“Thanks. I’ve worked for it. But, I don’t have any boobs. I’d love to have big soft tits like yours.” She slipped her hands to the sides of Margot’s globes. With a dark sweep of lashes, Margot’s eyes closed. She swayed toward Jane.

Through the towel, Jane cupped her breasts. They filled her palm, spilled over. They must be a D cup if not fuller. And God, she wanted to kiss and suck every round inch. A stab of heat shot between Jane’s legs. Another drop of wetness trickled down her inner thigh.

“Mmm. They’re beautiful,” she said, splaying her fingers along the outer curves of her breasts. Her thumbs hovered over Margot’s nipples, which were beginning to show through the bulky towel. Margot’s lips fell open, revealing the soft pink interior of her mouth. Jane leaned in and kissed her and felt her lips give, her resistance fall away. She explored the soft lips, so much more pliant than her husband’s. She was honey, melted chocolate. Jane sucked Margot’s tongue into her mouth, wanting more, wanting a taste of her girl cream.

When Margot’s tongue flicked against hers, Jane trapped her against the locker, a moan escape from deep within her chest. She brought her body up against the voluptuous woman’s, her thumbs seeking their targets. She caressed her hardened nipples through the towel. Margot gasped and arched her back, pressing her breasts into Jane’s hands.

“Come in here,” Jane whispered, taking her hands and drawing her into a changing stall. Enclosed in the private white cubicle, a blush crept over Margot’s high cheekbones again.

“I’ve never been with a woman.” Margot shifted from foot to foot, her eyes locked on the floor. Jane’s heart squeezed at the sight of Margot’s discomfiture. She wanted to put her at ease. She wanted to show her the intense emotions two women could experience.

A flicker of unease ran through her as she thought of her husband’s reaction. Their sex life was amazing and fulfilling. Would he be hurt that she had sought more?

“I have. Once in college. It was over too fast. I’ll take my time with you, Margot. I want to give you more pleasure than you can imagine.”

Margot’s hands poised over Jane’s small, pointed breasts. Her nipples clenched into hard jewels. “I’m a quick learner,” she said. “And I like to give as much pleasure as I take.”

“Go ahead,” Jane almost begged, holding her hot, dark gaze. “Touch me.”

Instead of cradling her breasts, Margot stroked Jane’s sides, sending shivers of sensation through her. She reeled Jane into her, and Jane cursed the terry cloth barrier. She wanted skin on skin contact, tits grinding, cunt wetting cunt.

Margot’s slender fingers rippled down her sides to her waist. One curled against her lower spine, drawing her in until their hips bumped. She kissed Jane, open-mouthed and needy.

Jane angled her head and kissed her passionately, her body singing. This was what she had craved for a year. Pure woman. Pure silk.

Margot’s hands explored Jane’s bare flesh, feeling down the knobs of her spine to the top of her buttocks, and around to her flat abdomen. Jane threaded her fingers through Margot’s long tresses, lightly scraping her scalp with her fingernails as she devoured her mouth.

When Margot’s hands found Jane’s aching breasts, they shared a groaning kiss. She teased her nipples until they stood taut and ready—ready to be pinched, twisted, sucked, and rubbed by Margot’s nipples or better yet, her pussy. She ground her hips against Margot’s.

“Why don’t we remove this towel?” she whispered, catching her earlobe and gently worrying it between her teeth.

Margot’s chest heaved, her breath coming fast. She nodded, and Jane parted the towel. It fell away, revealing a body more feminine and desirable than Jane imagined. Her nipples were large and brown in the center of the swollen mounds, her waist dipping in harshly below them, then flaring once more in a set of hips that made Jane want to worship them.

As her eyes traveled over Margot’s body, Margot shifted from foot to foot, watching her.

“You’re gorgeous.”

Her eyelids fluttered. “Thank you.”

She continued her visual exploration, memorizing every detail of this moment to use later when she was alone. Her eyes roamed lower, touching on the dark shadow between her rounded thighs.

Margot quivered. She covered her intimate spot with a palm. “I feel out of place. Your pussy’s bare,” she said.

In sharp contrast, Margot’s mound wore thick black curls, wet on the underside. It grew a little outside the V, a real girly bush.Jane bit her lower lip, fighting the urge to sink to her knees, grab Margot’s ass cheeks and bury her nose in those moist curls. Blood surged through her, hungry for more. “It’s perfect.”

“I sort of let it go since Kenny moved out.”

Jane placed her mouth atop Margot’s. “Shh.”

Margot melted beneath her, sultry and limp. Jane held her against the wall, bringing their bodies together, skin to skin, as they kissed. Their tits touched, softer than Jane could bear. She found each hard brown nub and toyed with them, circling them, wiggling them, rolling them between her fingers. As she teased Margot’s nipples, she brushed her own. Four hard knots. What could be more beautiful?

Margot’s arms circled Jane’s waist, bringing her closer. Their kiss was hungry, promising more to come. Cream trickled freely from Jane’s pussy. Against it, she felt the wetness of Margot’s cunt. God, to plunge a finger inside that, to feel her velvety walls clench and release…

She broke off the kiss, holding Margot’s eyes as she dipped her head to her breasts. Jane captured her right nipple, causing Margot to convulse against her. She swirled her tongue around it and drew it deep into her mouth.

Releasing it, she gave the same attention to the other rock-hard nip. Margot held Jane, stroking her hair. As she lifted her face from her breasts, they shared a private smile. Simultaneously, they reached for each other’s pussy.

The overwhelming pleasure of Margot’s fingers parting her soaking lips as her own hand slipped into the mound of curls made Jane writhe. Her head dropped back, electricity humming through her veins. She stroked the moist hair shielding her slit, parting it to reach the bundle of nerves.

Margot ground against her hand. Jane pulled back the skin of the hood and circled the core. Wetness flooded her palm.

“I can’t wait to taste you,” Jane said, and was flooded with protectiveness at the sight of the crease between Margot’s brows. She wanted to ease her discomposure, and yet it was endearing. A connection began to form in her chest as she realized she wanted more than just a casual tryst from this beautiful woman. But what would her husband say?

Margot’s body fitted to Jane’s like a second skin, curve against muscle, rounded belly to sculpted torso. The soft expression in her brown eyes left Jane with the feeling she wanted to wrap her tight in her arms and never let go.

But first she wanted to splay her legs open and eat her until she screamed.

Their mouths met, gentle and nibbling as they fingered each other. Margot knew how to work a cunt, teasing the tight lips, the looser inner lips, the swollen nub. She thrust two fingers into Jane’s dripping hole, fucking it slow and deep before withdrawing and rolling her clit between her finger and thumb.

Jane stiffened. She had been close to release in the shower. Hell, she’d been close in kickboxing class after getting an eyeful of Margot’s ponytail bobbing into the classroom. For weeks, just the sight of that glossy head made Jane’s pussy weep. Now she was here in the flesh, her delicious tongue wrapped around hers.

Breaking off their slow kiss, Jane suckled Margot’s breasts tenderly. Margot groaned as Jane slipped a finger into her honey hole. She pulsed her finger inside it, stroking the walls, searching for the knot of desire that would send her over the edge while her thumb worked her clit in a circular motion.

Her teeth grazed Margot’s nipple and she released another moan, louder than the first.

“I wanna make you scream, but not here,” Jane said, and covered her mouth in a searing kiss.

Margot’s circling tongue mirrored her fingers against Jane’s slit. They started to rock against each other, soft moans suppressed in a deep kiss. Their hands worked each other faster, more frantically. The clean scent of pussy filled the cubicle, driving Jane to the edge. Her mouth watered to taste Margot.

Margot stiffened, her hips thrust outward. Her mouth opened beneath Jane’s in a silent scream as the tremors of release washed over her. Jane pressed her clit hard, seeking to extend her pleasure. Her pussy clenched about her finger, sucking, releasing, sucking. Hot juices flooded her hand.

Jane exploded at the sensation. Her cunt clenched hard, pulsing against Margot’s hand. Margot dipped her head and sucked in Jane’s nipple, causing her to rush up the slope once more. Her whole body quivered as she came, her clit throbbing beneath Margot’s insistent finger, her pussy spilling her cream over her palm.

They collapsed against each other, breathing heavily. The locker room was dead silent around them. They might have screamed in ecstasy and no one would have heard. No matter. Jane would get her into her bed, where she could scream all day.

Margot caressed Jane’s spine, drawing her into an embrace. They held each other tight; tits crushed between their bodies, wet pussies clinging. Jane kissed the spot between Margot’s long, dark brows, down the crest of her cheek to her fragile jaw. She licked the bit of sweat from behind her ear, raising a shiver in her.

They shared a quiet laugh.

“Here,” Jane said, locating a discarded towel. She placed it on the wooden bench, sat and pulled Margot onto her lap. This was part of her fantasy—holding a woman on her lap and feeling her round ass on her thighs. God, the things she had in store for this woman.

Their eyes met and Margot blushed. “I’m too heavy for you.”

“Not at all. You’re perfect. Don’t be shy with me. I want to explore everything about you. I want to roll on my bed with you and kiss and cuddle. I want to lay you out and go down between your legs. I want to learn how you sound when you’re not holding back a scream.”

Margot squirmed.

“And I want to know how you take your coffee. Will you come home with me?”