Obviously, with Burns following you we can’t shift and run, but there’re other ways to burn off excess energy. Might take our minds off of things.”
Keisha answered with a broad smile. She took a final sip of her wine, then both women set their glasses down and headed for the bedroom. At the last moment, Keisha leaned over and whispered softly into Xandi’s ear, “I’m the alpha bitch, sweetie. Remember?”
“Like hell you are.” Laughing, Xandi swatted Keisha on the butt and chased her through the door.
They kissed, briefly. Xandi could kiss Stefan for hours and never grow tired of the feel of his lips on hers, but for some reason, when she was with Keisha, Xandi wanted more direct, more physical contact than mere kisses. She slipped her sweater over her head as Keisha removed hers. Their bras landed on the floor and Xandi moved into Keisha’s embrace.
There was something immensely erotic about rubbing their taut nipples together, standing breast to breast, hips thrust forward, their hands grasping one another’s buttocks and kneading firm flesh through fabric.
Equally erotic was the difference in their color. Xandi’s fair skin against Keisha’s darker tones never failed to excite her. Keisha’s nipples were the color of dark berries; Xandi’s were lighter, the areolas larger and more defined. Standing together, rubbing lightly against one another emphasized their differences as much as their similarities.
Keisha was the first to pull away and slip out of her skirt and underpants. Xandi didn’t waste a minute. Naked, trembling with need as much as the adrenaline rush still coursing through her body, she pulled Keisha back into her arms, this time bending down to take one of Keisha’s firm nipples in her mouth.
Xandi rolled the taut flesh between her lips, drew it in and pressed the nipple tightly against the roof of her mouth with her tongue. She sucked hard, drawing a soft moan from Keisha and a hard thrust of the other woman’s hips against her own.
Xandi arched her back, releasing Keisha’s nipple with a satisfying pop. She felt the scratchy brush of Keisha’s pubic hair tickle her recently shaved mons and moaned. Breath rasping in her throat, Xandi caught Keisha’s rhythm and tilted her hips even closer, rubbing her sensitive pubes back and forth across Keisha’s coarse thatch of hair.
Keisha palmed both of Xandi’s breasts, then quickly slipped her hands lower to grab Xandi’s buttocks once again. With her hips rotating slowly against Keisha’s, Xandi scattered wet, openmouthed kisses across her friend’s throat and along the line of her jaw before covering Keisha’s mouth and breathing in her soft, moaning breaths.
Xandi held Keisha close with one hand tightly clenching her firm buttock in a bruising grasp. She kissed her deeply, nipping at lips and tongue, then slipped her fingers between their bodies and found the crisp nest of curls covering Keisha’s pussy.
So much heat, so slick and ready. Xandi felt the first trickles of moisture along her own inner thigh. She knew Keisha hovered on the brink of orgasm, just as Xandi did. She let her fingers creep slowly through the tangle of wet hair, then probed slowly, carefully at the swollen, weeping mouth of Keisha’s pussy. Keisha moaned when Xandi gently circled her protruding clit with the tip of one finger.
Then Xandi pressed the sensitive bit of flesh between her fingers. Keisha’s legs buckled and she cried out, but she didn’t come. Xandi forced her fingers deep inside, deeper still, where firm muscles danced, clenching, releasing, clenching once again. Together, the women tumbled onto the wide bed. At the last moment, Xandi shifted, twisting her body so that she landed on top, her lips now firmly compressed once more about Keisha’s nipple.
Xandi quickly rediscovered Keisha’s pussy with her free hand. Her fingers slipped easily into the slick, hot channel, first one, then two, finally four fingers buried deeply, with her thumb resting firmly against Keisha’s clitoris.
She felt Keisha’s hands frantically rubbing, touching, grasping, sliding across her breast, then slipping down between her legs to skim lightly over her sensitive clit.
Xandi wanted to laugh but didn’t dare release Keisha’s nipple. Their sex play had become an unspoken battle of alpha bitches, with each of them trying to bring the other to orgasm first.
Keisha’s fingers clenched tightly around Xandi’s buttocks, pulling her cheeks apart, finding the sensitive sphincter muscle, probing none too gently until she gained entrance with her middle finger.
She pressed hard, sliding her finger in and out, then adding a second and going deep.
Moaning, panting with rising excitement, Xandi released her tight suction on Keisha’s nipple. She shoved her fingers deeper inside Keisha, now using her palm to rub back and forth across her friend’s clit, finding her rhythm, thrusting in counterpoint to each of Keisha’s deep strokes.
Keisha twisted, leaned forward and caught Xandi’s nipple between her tongue and teeth and sucked hard. At the same time, she speared Xandi with two fingers deep inside her anus and pressed down on her clit with the pad of her thumb.
Xandi threw her head back and howled. Wave after wave of pulsing heat, shimmering sensation and pleasure verging on pain swept through her. She tried to bring Keisha with her but her hands wouldn’t obey. Gasping, giggling, her mouth opening and closing like a fish on dry land, she collapsed beside her friend.
“Okay. Alpha bitch. You win that round. Just let me get my breath…”
“And then?” Keisha leered at her.
“And then you…” Xandi took a couple of deep breaths and rolled over on top of Keisha, slipped her hand down between her friend’s legs and found her hot, wet center. Suckling her nipple tightly between her lips, she tongued the sensitive tip while her fingers tangled in the nest of curls between Keisha’s legs. She slipped between the pouting lips, dipped into Keisha’s moist heat and stroked slowly, deeply, in and out.
She felt the slight rise and fall of Keisha’s hips as she tried to hold back and slowly lost the battle. Heard her soft moan, felt the fluttering muscles deep inside as they tightened imperceptibly around her fingers.
“Then it’s your turn.”
Xandi found Keisha’s clit, ran her thumb over the hard little bud, faster, harder, her fingers thrusting deeper. She sucked hard on the nipple still caught between her lips, tightened her lips about the tip and pressed them together hard.
Keisha arched her back and screamed, her hips pumping against Xandi’s thrusting fingers, her hands clutching at the rumpled blankets beneath her.
Xandi brought her down slowly, stroking Keisha’s quivering flesh, finally just rubbing her slick, engorged labia with the palm of her hand. Keisha’s body shuddered, she sighed and lay still.
“Damn. I think I’ll sleep well tonight.” She giggled. “Wow…we haven’t done that for ages.”
Xandi lay down next to her. “I know. I’m still not sure if it’s better sex or just different, but I like it.”
“It’s all sensation and sharing. Touching someone and knowing exactly what parts to touch, where to taste, how hard to apply pressure.”
“Sensation without the emotional intensity.” Xandi laughed. “Sometimes when Stefan and I make love and I realize just how much I love him, it scares me.” She turned and touched Keisha’s shoulder, running her fingers over the bandage. “I love you, too, but it’s not so intense, not as frightening.”
“I know.” Keisha looked soberly at Xandi. “I’ve felt exactly the same way.” She leaned closer and they kissed. “G’night, hon. Sweet dreams.”
4
Xandi found Keisha at the kitchen table in the morning. She stared blankly out the window, but turned when Xandi entered the room. Her lips were trembling, and her hand holding the half-empty coffee cup shook.
“I heard the phone ring. What’s wrong?”
Keisha sighed. “I