Diego settled his gaze on hers when she stopped at the
picnic table and tossed the backpack down next to the empty funnel-cake plate.
The band had started again, but he spoke over the beat of drums and the soulful
voice of the vocalist. “Holy shit. You look hot as hell.”
He must have gotten her a fresh drink. She reached for the
melted-down concoction and downed a huge gulp. Cool, liquor-laced liquid slid
down her throat and soothed her belly. The hot sun warmed her skin, but his
words flamed in her heart. “Thanks. That’s really sweet of you to say.”
“No,
you’re
really sweet. I can taste you already.”
He smacked his lips and scanned her up and down again, adjusting his jeans over
his crotch as he rubbed at his five-o’clock-shadowed jaw. “Jesus.”
“First someone else is going to taste me.” Her heart leaped
in her throat while she waited for his response to her daring words.
He took her drink, peered inside the cup. “How many of these
have you had?”
She laughed. “Ha-ha. Funny. Now sit back and enjoy the
show.”
Britt didn’t turn to see his reaction, but the heat of his
gaze singed her backside as she walked toward the beacon of Michelle’s waving
arms. They met on the opposite side of the pit.
It had become surreal, as if she watched herself from above,
a stranger inhabiting her body and doing and saying things that were so not
Britt-like.
Michelle shook her head. “Mm-mm. Baby, you look good enough
to gobble down whole.” She had on a stark-white bikini that made her tattooed,
tanned complexion look even darker. Burnished hair pulled up in a high ponytail
emphasized the stunning beauty of her face. Britt couldn’t take her eyes off
those plump lips. She wondered how it would feel to kiss Michelle.
To be tasted with that mouth. While Diego watched.
“Thank you. You’re not bad yourself.”
Michelle batted her eyes and feigned a swoon. “Music to my
ears. But I heard you’re new at this. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”
Britt grinned. Michelle had delighted her the first moment
she’d spoken. “And I heard you’re an excellent tutor.”
Michelle took Britt by the wrist and stepped over the edge
of the ring and into the gelatin. She grazed her palm and fingers down until
she had Britt’s hand secured in hers. She tugged, urging Britt in with her.
“Very true. Now c’mon. Day’s a-wastin’. Let’s get jiggly.”
Britt threw her head back and laughed. She slipped off her
flip-flops, stepped one foot in, then the other. The cool gelatin squished
between her toes. It had already started melting into a thick goo on the top
layers. She caught a whiff of orange, lime and cherry.
The band stopped playing and she heard one of them murmur
over the sound system, “Son of a bitch, would you look at that? I’ve suddenly
got a hankering for some gelatin dessert.”
Whistles and shouts of approval rang out. A crowd gathered
around, but they all seemed to know to leave a gap for Diego to see from the
picnic table. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him walk around and sit on
the tabletop, settling in for the show. He lit a cigarette, never taking his
gaze off her.
Mindy and Candy slinked up and took a front-row stance.
It’s just like doing a catalog shoot… It’s just like—
Arms went around Britt and a leg swiped at hers, tripping
her. She found herself flat on her back in a split second, staring up at the
clear-blue sky. Cold gelatin bathed her spine, but Michelle warmed her front.
She straddled Britt’s hips and held her wrists down in the gooey pit. Her
breasts dangled above Britt’s chest.
“Ha. Weren’t expecting that, were you, baby?” Michelle
grinned down at her, but her smile faded. Her hot, assessing gaze traveled over
Britt’s breasts, making the nipples tent against the thin polyester fabric.
“Honey, you make me forget that I also have the hots for cock. But I think I
could totally defect to the lesbian side with you.”
Onlookers cheered and shouted their approval while the band
started playing some vaudeville-type, vavoom music that made her think of buxom
broads on stage shaking their breasts and revealing their net stockings. A crow
flew overhead and cawed, and motorcycles roared in the distance. She could
smell hamburgers and hot dogs barbecuing beyond the aromas of sweet gelatin
surrounding her and the faint scent of beer and whiskey.
But most prominent was the sweet smell of Michelle, her legs
encasing Britt’s hips and her grip on Britt’s wrists while Diego’s gaze watched
her every move. Whoa, so arousing beyond anything she’d ever experienced.
This is
not
just like doing a catalog shoot.
Britt ignored Michelle’s self-declaration of her teetering
sexuality and reared up. She had Michelle in a cradle wrestling move and
twisted into a pretzel in two seconds flat. “And you weren’t expecting this,
were you, ‘baby’?”
A biker dropped to his knees and peered at the
gelatin-coated mat beneath the curl of Michelle’s back. “Shoulders are almost
touching. Motherfucker, she’s gonna pin ’er right off the bat.”
“What the hell are you doing?” Michelle’s voice strained
against the knee-to-neck hold Britt had her in.
Britt giggled and pulled Michelle’s leg in tighter so her
shoulders rolled back and almost touched the bottom of the pit. “Gettin’
jiggly, just like you suggested.”
Michelle started laughing so hard, her balled-up body shook.
It made it difficult for Britt to continue to restrain Michelle’s slick form.
But Britt was determined to win this one. She could feel Diego’s gaze on her,
sense his pride in her coming-out-of-her-shell actions. Britt tightened her
grip and rocked Michelle toward her so her shoulders touched the bottom of the
pit.
The biker-turned-referee slapped the sloshy mat, whistled
with his fingers between his teeth and shouted, “The blonde wins. Michelle
loses. Damn, was that ever the fastest pinning I’ve ever fucking seen.” He waded
out into the gelatin, helped Britt and Michelle to their feet and held up
Britt’s hand. “We’ve got us a winner—a smokin’-hot one at that.”
The crowd cheered and screamed. But the band started playing
an upbeat rock song, so they turned their attention to the stage.
She sensed Diego’s presence at the edge of the pool right
before she saw him. His arms were folded over his wide chest. He had the
cigarette pinched between his middle finger and thumb. He narrowed his gaze on
her, and with a wicked grin that took her breath away, asked, “Now where in
hell did you learn to fight like that?”
Britt suppressed a chuckle. “I used to be a stat girl for
the wrestling team in high school.” She shrugged. “The guys showed me a few
moves.”
Diego’s eyes took on a stormy hue with a gleam of lust. “You
mean they had their hands on you that same way, all twisted up and held down?”
“Well yeah. It’s the only way to learn.” She took a quick
southward sweep of his body and noted a thickness straining against his jeans.
It sent her loins into a hot tailspin.
“Awesome.” Michelle pulled Britt into her arms. The skin of
their slick-and-sticky bodies glided together. “What a turn-on. Sweetheart, I’m
ready whenever you are to do that same thing in bed.”
Diego reached out and grabbed Britt’s arm. He pulled her out
of Michelle’s embrace and led her out of the pool. “Not before I get the
chance. Come on, let’s get over to the showers and get you cleaned up. Then
we’re heading home.”
Glen dragged Michelle out of the pool and draped an arm over
her sticky shoulders. “Dude, any time you want to get together, you know
Michelle and I are both game.”
Michelle nodded, raked Britt up and down with a hot gaze and
licked her lips. “Mm-hmmmm. I definitely second that idea.”
“I don’t share my women. You both know that already,” Diego
grumbled, smashing out his cigarette in a nearby sand barrel. He wrapped his
arms around Britt from behind and laced his fingers together over her midriff.
Glen rolled his eyes and muttered good-naturedly, “Well, you
just shared her with Michelle.”
“Not the same thing. That was just foreplay and innocent fun
as far as I’m concerned. Besides, two dudes in bed together just don’t trip my
switch. In fact, the only person I want in my bed is my woman.
One
woman
at a time. Her,” he added, tightening his hold.
Britt’s stomach fluttered. She had never had a man act so
possessive with her before. But for some reason it didn’t scare her. Rather, it
made her feel secure because she also sensed pride within him, an attitude of
respect and allowing her space at the same time.
Glen threw his head back and howled. “Uh-oh. I detect
wolfman. Loads of testosterone and alpha stinginess oozing out of you.”
“Screw you, man.” Diego chuckled. His body vibrated along
her back and ass. The long, half-hard tube of his cock abraded erotically
between the cheeks of her ass.
Glen snorted. “Eh, just kiddin’. Anyway, that was some
bangin’ stuff there, wouldn’t you say? I think we’ve got the two hottest chicks
in the whole damn place.”
“Aw.” Michelle pinched her husband’s cheek. “How sweet.”
“No doubt,” Diego agreed. He reached for Britt’s hand and
led her toward the bathrooms. “Okay, gonna get her rinsed off then we’ll grab
some barbecue and hit the highway. I’ll leave my donation at the gate with
Keith on my way out.”
Glen followed with Michelle in tow.
The four of them stopped near the outdoor showers at the
rear of the restroom building. A concrete pad spread beneath three showerheads,
all unused at the moment.
Michelle gave a pouty frown. “Oh no, you’re leaving already?
You just got here, and the party’s just getting started.” She glanced down at
Diego’s crotch. For some odd reason, it gave Britt a charge to have Michelle
admiring the evidence of Diego’s arousal for Britt. “Ah, I see, and I don’t
blame you. She’s a real turn-on.”
Michelle licked her lips and stroked her pussy on the
outside of her gelatin-stained white bikini bottoms. She reached out, grabbed
Britt’s other hand and yanked Britt into her arms. “Well then, how about a
goodbye kiss, babe? What do ya say?”
Britt sought out Diego’s gaze. He smiled and nodded his
approval.
So here loomed the opportunity to appease her curiosity in
semi-privacy rather than in a pit of gelatin for the entire rally to see. The
cocktails she had were still in her bloodstream, giving her a pleasant buzz.
She relaxed and slid her arms around Michelle’s narrow waist.
“Okay, but go easy on me. I’ve never done this before,”
Britt said with a grin.
Michelle squeezed Britt so that their sodden breasts pressed
together. She wiggled and abraded her nipples over Britt’s and then she gave a
playful growl. “Yum, you’re so irresistible.”
The breast-to-breast contact proved pleasant and supple.
Britt’s nipples tingled and hardened against Michelle’s already erect areolas.
“Thanks.” A tone of wonderment edged her words. This wasn’t your typical “love
your shoes” compliment from a woman. This was a flirty, sexual-type compliment
that opened Britt’s eyes to a whole new way of looking at the world.
At women.
In fact, ever since meeting Diego, her perspective seemed to
have changed on all sorts of things. She’d taken paths she didn’t even dare
think about before him.
An awakening. It was a sexual, personal awakening to a whole
new world that excited and unnerved her at the same time.
But she wasn’t going to let her stupid nerves keep her from
exploring and experiencing his lifestyle. It was too tempting and she was way
too curious to back out at this point.
So she refocused on this striking female who obviously had
the hots for her, loving the fact that Diego watched and approved.
Michelle had stunning gold eyes and they homed in on Britt’s
lips. She pulled Britt closer. Their pussies pressed together and a burst of
desire spread between Britt’s legs. Then Michelle leaned in and covered Britt’s
mouth with hers.
Britt’s eyelids fluttered shut. In the periphery, among all
the distant sounds of partying, she heard Diego’s and Glen’s feet shuffling,
mild cursing and male moans. But she wasn’t focused on the periphery at the
moment. How could she? Michelle’s lips and body were at the center of her
attention. Her mouth glided over Britt’s in a soft dance that only a woman
could perform, that only a woman could know another woman needed. Her tongue
pushed past Britt’s lips and explored her mouth with gentle care. The flavor of
beer and something indefinable but sugary burst on Britt’s taste buds. She
offered her tongue in response and before Britt knew it, her loins were on
fire. She and Michelle clutched at each other, plunged their tongues deeper than
Britt had ever kissed or been kissed before.
Michelle groaned into Britt’s mouth and pushed her against
the wall beneath a showerhead. Michelle fumbled with the knobs and somehow got
the shower spraying on them without even looking. She kept her mouth on Britt’s
and devoured her with oral expertise while she reached up and released Britt’s
ponytail. Then she skated her hands down the sides of Britt’s breasts to her
hips.
“Oh my god, I want you so badly,” Michelle murmured against
Britt’s mouth. She turned her head, clutched Britt to her front and said,
“She’s mine, Mansini. Go away.”
Diego just laughed. He yanked Britt out of Michelle’s
embrace and wrapped his arms around her, not seeming to care that sticky
gelatin splotches and water covered her from chin to toes. “Hell no. I’m
keeping her all to myself. Now beat it, woman.”
Michelle’s kisses and sexy pawing had gotten Britt’s motor
warm, but being watched by Diego and Glen, and then getting dragged into
Diego’s strong arms with his erection pressing against her stomach—holy whew.
It proved to be more than she could take. Her hormones raced and her pussy
throbbed with the need to be filled by that promising hardness. She couldn’t
wait to get back to Tampa and relieve the heaviness in her lower belly.