The Two-Sided Triangle (closed)

[dr_mabeuse]

Rob Taylor


From our conference room in the third floor of the hotel we could look out through the floor-to-ceiling windows and see nothing but white. Occasionally a nasty gust of wind would clear the air enough so that we could see all the snow-covered cars lining the snow covered-streets beneath the snow-covered buildings downtown, but then the scene would be obliterated by the white shroud of falling snow, and we’d be left staring at our own reflections in the windows again. It was almost 5 on a Wednesday night and it was already dark outside, but everyt8ing was white as far as we could see. We sat waiting for the clients that would never come.

It had already been snowing when Julie and I got off our flight from New York and it hadn’t shown any sign of stopping yet. The radio was calling for twenty to thirty inches before this blizzard blew itself out, which meant that we were stuck here, probably for days. AIrports closed, nothing but and occasional plow or emergency vehicle in the empty streets, it was like there wasn;t a soul left alive out there but me and Julie.

There was no question that the client wasn’t coming. We’d already been tracing his snail like progress towards the hotel by a series of cell calls but the last had come over 30 minutes ago. No doubt the man had given up and couldn't get through on his cell phone anymore. As soon as he got a land line free he'd give us the call that made it official. You’d have to be an idiot to try and go out on a day like this.

Even Julie looked depressed. I knew how much she’d wanted us to land this account and how hard she’d worked on the presentation. All the brochures and information packets she’d produced lay neatly placed around the table just where she’d put them three hours ago. The ice had melted in the water glasses, and the coffee in the carafes was hardly fit to drink. She knew that there’d be no meeting, but she was still too disappointed to admit it.

I liked Julie, as much as anyone at Neal & Beititt liked anyone else. She was sharp, funny, and a very good looking woman. It was too bad she was gay, but I didn’t even mind that. She wasn’t anti-male, she wasn’t on any sort of crusade about it, and she didn’t keep shoving her lesbianism in your face, so we got along fine; we could even joke about it. Professionally, she was beyond reproach, and there’s no way anyone would know of her sexual orientation unless Julie herself chose to tell them. In fact, if it weren’t for the fact that she preferred women to men, being snowed in with her might not be such a bad thing at all: three days in a good hotel with a gorgeous woman at company expense. Might have been very interesting.

“Why are you smiling?” Julie asked me from her seat at the table.

“Was I? I wasn’t aware.”

“You were smiling.” she said.

“Maybe I was gritting my teeth?”

Julie dropped the pen she’d been playing with and leaned forward on the table, putting her hands behind her neck and trying to rub the tension out.

“Okay.” she said finally. “I guess that’s it. They’re not coming. You were right. There’s no way even a dog sled could get through that stuff outside. Let’s wrap it up.”

It was already five o’clock. Despite the glop outside, Julie’d insisted on waiting until business hours were over before officially canceling the meeting. She was nothing if not conscientious.

“Are you hungry?” I asked her as we collected the brochures and put them back into the box.

“Hungry?” she asked. “I don’t even know. I’m just one giant ball of tension. Everything’s tied in a knot.”

“Maybe you need a drink.” I suggested.

As far as I was concerned, it was now officially a Snow Day. No school, no work. Two or three days just to kick back and relax, courtesy of Mother Nature.

 

[AudreyMontgomery]

Julie Jenkins

The elevator doors clicked shut, and so began the awkward silence of co-workers outside the workplace. Normally, I could at least make small talk with Rob, but it had been a long and disappointing day.

We had just locked the doors shut on the conference room, which was rented for a few days. I guess that was our excuse for not cleaning up in there. After too many hours, we weren’t ready to sort through all those brochures and Power Point projectors yet.

The day, and for that matter, the past few months had all been a bust. Mister Rensberg was signing with another firm tomorrow, and this was our last ditch attempt to convince him to sign with us. There’d be no way to convince him into a second meeting now. Thousands had been spent on our campaign for a contract with him, and thousands had been utterly wasted.

To add insult to injury, I was going to be stuck in a hotel room with Rob Taylor for the next three days. I had nothing against him, in fact, he seemed pretty nice in comparison to most of my co-workers. But I hadn’t much for him, either, and didn’t need to spend three days in a winter wonderland with him.

When we realized we weren’t getting to the airport for the evening, we agreed to rent out a room in the hotel. Neither of us had planned to be staying in the city past the conference with Rensberg, but fate had other plans.

There was no luggage. No change of clothes from my obscenely uncomfortable white blouse and blue skirt. I hadn’t brought a book to read. The television satellite signals were out. We’d be trapped in a claustrophobic hotel room with each other as our entertainment.

Rob swung the door open to room 1404, which may have had a decent view of the windows weren’t plastered with snow and ice. It wasn’t even a two-bed room, so one of us would be taking the couch.

“So how about that drink?” he offered.

I glanced at the mini-bar and suddenly one thing seemed bright about the next few days. Mr. Neal or Mr. Beittit would be paying the bill for my weekend ‘therapy’. I grabbed two three-inch bottles of vodka and gently tossed one to Rob.

He was smiling again, or as he would have it, gritting his teeth.

It was going to be a long three days.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

"Well, that's that" I said, putting the phone down. "They can't even find another cot for us. All the rooms were booked almost as soon as they closed the airport. We're lucky we even have the sofa."

The sofa of which I spoke was now occupied by the exhausted and frustrated body of my new roommate, who lie there with one hand thrown over her eyes, her shoes off. Most likely it would be where I would spend the night. And the next night and the next, barring some miracle.

There was, of course, a perfectly good king-sized bed in the bedroom, currently unused. The bed--in fact the entire bedroom--was like the third presence in the room, something we both were aware of (or at least I was, and I'm not so simple as to think that Julie wasn't aware of it as well) but chose not to discuss, or even mention, for that matter.

"I could try calling up some smaller places. Some motels." I suggested, sitting down by the phone.

Julie sighed. "Why bother? Even if you found some place, how could we possibly get there? Snow mobile? No, it's okay. I'll sleep on the couch, you take the bedroom."

"Un-uh. You take the bedroom. I'mused to crashing on couches. It'll be just like college."

"Rob," she said wearily, removingher hand from her eyes, "This is all my fault. If I'd just cancelled the meeting when you said, we probably could have got another room while there was still time. I'll take the couch."

"Come on, now," I began, then I stopped. I was about to say that she was the woman, and by the rules of chivalry and cultural stereotype that still vaguely applied in this post-feminized world, she should take the bedroom. But I didn't say it, because Julie is gay; she's a practicing lesbian, and I wasn't really sure if she'd be insulted by that crack or not.

It was just one of those awkward little moments that came up when one dealt with Julie and anything remotely associated with sex or gender or relationships came up. You suddenly remembered that Julie didn't go that way. She wasn't like your typical attractive and charming junior exec. She was gay. She slept with women.

"Well, we can cut cards or something after dinner." I finished brightly, wondering if she had caught my sudden shift.

'Which reminds me," I said to cover my near-gaffe, "what do you want to do for dinner, go downstairs or just stay in the room? I think we can forget about ordering out."

Julie gave me a sour smile for my effort at humor and sat up.

"I don't care." she said. "I still don't know if I'm hungry."

"Well of course you're not hungry yet: you haven't even finished your cocktail."

I lifted my little bottle of vodka in a toast.

Julie looked at me, looked at the bottle, and reluctantly smiled, a smile that was none the worse for wear for having battled up from beneath her very real gloom and disappointement at having almost certainly lost the account.

"Don't you want a glass?" she asked me.

I shrugged. "This is roughing it, survival conditions. Glasses are for sissies."

She twisted the cap of her bottle and gestured towards the window, "Well, it just seems a shame to waste all this perfectly good ice."

She caught me just as the vodka was going down my throat and I laughed and coughed. That made her laugh too, and then we both started to laugh. And then the whole thing just hit us, the presentation, all the work, the snow, being trapped in this room. We just lost it, both of us. We just sat there with our stupid little vodka bottles roaring with laughter at our own predicament.

"Oh God," Julie said, wiping her eyes, "I needed that."

"Better than an orgasm." I was about to say. I didn't.

The fact was that I liked Julie. I always had. She was goegeous, she was smart, she was funny, she was good at what she did, and she wasn't afraid to tell you what she thought. But that gay thing kept on coming up between us, as I suppose it came up between her and everyone. It wasn't that I thought it made her freakish, it's just that I didn't know anything about it or about lesbians themselves. Would she be insulted if I held the door for her? If I tried to pay a tab? If I wanted her to take the bedroom?

I know, I know: they're just like everyone else except that they prefer loving and sleeping with women to men. For me that's a big "except that". Loving and sleeping with women happen to be two subjects very close to my heart, and I was really curious about her take on it. It didn't hurt that she herself looked so lovable and sleepable with. It bothered me that she wasn't available.

It occurred to me that this might be the perfect time to find out that stuff from her.

"Well, I'll tell you one thing," I said, going to the phone, "Neil and Beititt sent us into this hell hole and Neil and Beititt are going to pay for it. God knows they can afford it, the cheap SOB's. I'm going to call room service. What do you want? Name it."

Julie had gotten up to get a kleenex to wipe away her laughter. "Tornadoes of beef!" she called from the bathroom. "And a baked potato with sour cream and butter!"

The kitchen answered and I talked to them and to Julie at the same time. I named everything I could think of: lobster, shrimp cocktail, steak, fries...

Julie came back out and leaned in the door frame, her eyes wide at what I was doing, but she was grinning with wicked glee.

"And a hot fudge sundae!" she said, "And caviar! I've never even tasted caviar!"

"And a bottle of champagne. In a chapagne bucket. Like in the movies. Your best."

I hung up and walked to the bar and got another little bottle of vodka.

"As long as we're stuck here, we'd might as well live it up!"

She nodded. The laughter had loosened her up and she had her color back.

"Well stay up all night and party. We'll get so ripped we won't care who sleeps where!"

It had come out before I'd even thought about it. I looked uneasily at Julie. She just threw her head back and laughed.

 

[AudreyMontgomery]

Julie Jenkins

An orgy of food lay strewn across the room. It was a bit obscene in retrospect, the amount we ordered. It looked like one of those dinner's you'd hear of dictators ordering while their people starved.

Well, fuck it. There was no use for guilt when something felt so good. Surprisingly, there was no better companion for the evening than Rob. I hadn't laughed this much in a long while.

We heard another knock at the door. He was closer to it, so naturally he went to get it. It turned out the champagne he had ordered was late, so it was on the house. Luck, I suppose, was springing up in quite minor ways tonight.

He cleared a few dishes off the table and placed the bucket on the table. As I approached he pulled out a chair for me, and seemed suddenly nervous about it. I couldn't really read why, so I just took a seat. His hands lingered on the chair for a few moments before he returned to his side of the table.

I grabbed two glasses with one hand, fumbling them together between my fingers. In my other hand, I fumbled even more attempting to pop the cork, but finally did. It sprang out just a bit and landed on the ground. I was a bit tipsy at this point, so I just giggled for no particular reason.

With a slight turn of my hand, I began to pour the champagne. When the glasses were a few seconds past over-flowing, I smiled and slid his over to him.

"Cheers," I began. "To vacationing in Siberia while never leaving America." Now, usually, I don't laugh at my own jokes, but as I said, I was tipsy.

Our glasses clinked and I began sipping. Rob, I decided, was officially bumped up to the status of a friend. I had few male friends in my life, mainly because most couldn't get past my sexuality. But Rob seemed different, though I couldn't put my finger on it.

Only after a few short hours of being in this hotel room, and suddenly, things weren't looking THAT bad. Aside from my cursed blouse and other confining articles of clothes, I was quite sure I could make it through these days.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

We were terrible. We were like kids on a trip without chaperones, and after awhile we were just giddy with laughter and drinking and eating.

It was starnge being with Julie, good and bad at the same time. It was good because after I got it through my head that she was sexually off-limits, I could relax. I didn't have to impress her. I didn't have to be Mr Cool, so there was no pressure. We talked and we laughed and we traded office gossip and made fun of our bosses and laughed at ourselves. It made me realize how few women friends I had. I mean, women I can really be open and honest with. Aside from Julie, it was about zero.

But it was bad too because I really couldn't get it through my head that she was sexually off-limits, not for any length of time. I kept on catching her doing little things that in another person would have meant nothing but when she did them, they kind of caught me up short, the way she would hold her hand as she idly traced a finger around the rim of her wine glass, the way she'd toss her hair back. She had a habit of touching herself when she got serious, the skin of her chest where her blouse was open, just absently caressing herself there, that made me hunger to do it myself. And just the sight of her in that blouse, the way it strained to hold her in. I wanted it to pop. I wanted a button to pop. I wanted for her to have to take it off so I could see her. I wanted to touch her. Maybe not even sexually, just touch her.

I tried not to think of her that way, as a real woman. No, that's not what I mean. That's not fair. She was definitely a real woman. I mean, I tried not to think of her as a sex partner, either real or potential, but you know what? She was a woman, and I am a man, and there was just no fucking escaping that fact.

Midnight came and itfelt like New Year's Eve, like all the rules had been thrown out, like we existed in that space between one year and the next where there really is no time.

The snow was still coming down, but it had slackened off enough so that we could see out the windows, see the lights of the city twinkling through the falling snow. The city itself looked like fairland, all the sharp edges softened and blurred by the snow.
The TV had been all about the blizzard, and we didn't need to hear that when we could just look out the window to see what was going on, so we'd turned it off. We were tired now, and soon we'd be retiring to our lonely beds. We'd already pushed the room service carts out into the hall.

There same one of those moments when talk ceased and laughter stopped. Julie was looking out the window, looking a little sad, a little wistful. She just looked so heart-breakingly beautiful.

"It's pretty." she said softly. She turned to me. She said, "You know, we're probably going to remember this night for the rest of our lives."

She was right. We probably would. Things like this just don't happen everyday.

I stood up and turned off some of the lights and she watched me curiously. I went to the stereo and searched for some music, the kind of music my folks used to listen to. Frank Sinatra. Something like that. What they used to call dreamy. Lo and behold, I found some, some woman singing something about love, something slow and a little sad.

"Julie," I said, "Dance with me."

She looked at me, waiting for the punchline. "What?" she asked. "You're joking! I don't dance!"

"Either do I," I said, "So dance with me."

She gave a little laugh and looked at me.

"You're serious." she said as if to herself. Then, "Why do you want to dance with me?"

"Because we're probably going to remember this night for the rest of our lives. Because it's been a most extraordinary day, and it could be a most extraordinary night. And because you're very beautiful and I want to know what it's like to hold a woman who only loves other women."

I felt her guard go up immediately as she wondered just how offended she should be. But I had no intention of offending her. was being totally honest and I think she knew that, and she respected that.

"All right." she said softly, apparently surprising herself. "But you'll have to show me how. I don't even know where to put my hands."

"I'll show you everything." I said. "It's easy."

I took her hand and she stood. I put my arm around her and felt her warmth, her softness, smelled the trace of her perfume. It was a marvel how our bodies fit together. It was a marvel how very natural it felt to hold her like that, as if I'd been doing it for years.

Here's what I know about dancing, at least about slow dancing. A college roommate told me this years before but it never made sense until that night: dancing is what two people do when they want to hold each other in public. You don't have to do dips and spins, you don't have to be Fred Astaire. You don't even have to move your feet. It's all about holding, about being close.

I don't know if I even moved my feet at all. I just held Julie and felt her against me. I put my face against her hair, felt her breasts against my chest, her thighs against my thighs as we sawyed gently. She was a fabulous dancer. She just stood there with me as we swayed together.

The song ended and another came on. Outside the snow fell thickly and quietly over the sleeping city, masking everything and making everything clean and quiet and magically white. Inside the room I stood holding this gorgeous lesbian close to me and swaying gently to songs that had already been old by the time I was born.

At some point Julie lifted her head from my chest where she'd lain it and looked at me with pleasure and tenderness in her eyes, and something else, something curious and expectent. And at that pont I lowered my head and kissed her. It was all I could think of to do.

 

[AudreyMontgomery]

Julie Jenkins

This wasn't dancing as I was used to it. Dancing, for me, had invariably been the result of alcohol, so it shared one similarity. But this wasn't the spastic and undignified motions I used to make in a pile of sweaty bodies in clubs, back during my college days.

This was dancing, like the kind I'd see in movies of old. Perhaps the music reminded me of it, but it all felt like some forgotten classic from the 40s and 50s...

My breasts felt a bit awkard pushed up against his chest, but that was fine. It was awkward in a good way. My head rested against him, and unlike the soft shoulder of a female lover, it was supportive. I could literally fall into him and be kept up.

It was at the very moment the song came to an end that I realized I was comparing him to women. That he was in the same league as my objects of sexual affection. It was at this very moment that he kissed me.

There were only a few moments of calmness in my body where I only felt it physically. And then it hit me, every possible ramification the moment could ever have. My arms lifted to push him away but my lips engaged further and my tongue felt like it was ready to burst out of the starting gate.

Surprisingly, my arms won out and he was pushed away with ease. "What...?" I gasped with air, trying to figure out a suitable way to finish the sentence. "What the hell was that?!"

"I'm sorry," he blurted out.

My heart pounded, my blood raced. If I was angry I'd be calm as a rock. Only sexually did I get this flustered.

"Can we forget that ever happened?" Rob asked.

Before I knew what was happening, we were inches away from each other again. I thought he had stepped closer again but found that it was my feet that had done the moving. My breasts were in that awkward position again.

But I forced myself away, and back. I was completely silent as I glided to the washroom, slamming the door shut, and locking it.

I slumped down to the floor against the door. My body was betraying everything my mind stood for. It was a bit like my mind was the last standing fortress in some god damn horrible war...

That thought was confirmed as I glanced down and saw my trusted hand between my thighs.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

I would have liked to pretend that kissing her was just pure reflex, that given the cues of the soft lights, the music, a female body in my arms, I would have probably just kissed whoever had been there. Like it was nothing personal.

But the truth was that I knew it was Julie and that I wanted to kiss her. And I wanted more than just a friendly kiss. My whole body had come alive to her, the feeling of her body. I wanted all of her.

And unless I was very mistaken, she had felt something similar towards me. Hadn't she leaned been just a little reluctant to break that kiss? Hadn't she kept herself a little too close to me afterwards?

Aside from dumb and frustrated, I didn't know how to feel. I didn;t know how gay people worked, how Julie worked. Did she have a horror of men? A fear? Mistrust? Had I just reinfoced her suspicions that men were all out for one thing only?

Or maybe it was something else entirely. Maybe she didn't have anmy issues with my sex, maybe she had issues of fidelity, maybe she didn't want to cheat on her partner.

I didn't know. And with Julie locked in the bathroom, I wasn't likely to find out.

"Julie?" I asked through the door. "Listen, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to kiss you. I mean, I did, but I didn't mean to upset you. I guess I should apologize for wanted to too, right? Well, I don;t know, I mean..."

It was hopeless. I turned back to the door.

"Look, I'm just sorry. I'm gonna turn in. I'll take the sofa. You can have the bedroom, okay?"

 

[AudreyMontgomery]

Shame, disgust, guilt, lust.

One of those didn't fit in with the others, but it was present none the less. I couldn't deny that I was seriously considering throwing over a decade of lesbianism away for one night of passion.

Truth be told, just dancing with Rob turned me on beyond comprehension. The last time I felt like that with a woman, I was in university.

Sure, I had fun with women. But it was like I was an auto-pilot. Tonight, I felt real for the first time in a long, long while.

I mentally slapped myself. I had to resist. God forbid my friends back on the East Coast ever here I even thought about a man this way.

The dilemma tossed and turned in my head for a while before I stood up and looked in the washroom mirror. I saw the look in my eyes and it was a look of a woman who had made up her mind for her sleeping arrangements.

I left the washroom, where I spent far too long debating in my head, and shut the door. I knew what I had to do.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

If I've done something wrong, if I've hurt someone's feelings, then I admit it and I apologize. But an apology has to be accepted to work or else it kind of festers. Judging from the rather deafening silence that came from her side of the bathroom door, she wasn't going to accept mine.

Julie was in that bathroom for a long time, much longer than she had to be as far as I could see, and after a while my sense of contrition kind of faded. Her reaction seemed to me to be all out of proportion to what I had done, and after a while I began to feel resentful.

It had just been a kiss, after all. I hadn't tried to rape her, for Christ's sake, so I didn't see why she was making such a big deal. I'd been wrong, I admitted it, I offered an apoology, but she was apprently going to just freeze me out. The longer she stayed in there, the worse she made me feel, and the worse she made me feet the more I resented her for making me feel this way.

"The hell with it!" I thought at last. Whatever she was stewing about in there was her problem, not mine. I'd done the civilized thing, I couldn't do any more.

I went back into the front room and got the extra blanket and pillow from the closet and threw them on the couch. I turned off all the lights and stripped off my clothes, which I carefully hung up. Of all the inconveniences and hassles we faced by being snowed in like this, it was the subject of clothes that bothered me most. This was supposed to have been a day trip, in and out, so I hadn't brought so much as a change of underwear.

I would have like to have washed my face and brushed my teeth, but Julie was in there pouting, so I just stripped down to be shorts and got under the blanket.

There was no way I was going to get to sleep though. I was just too upset. I just lie there staring out the window at the snow, listening for her to come out.

Were all gay women so sensitive to a man's touch? Had it been so very horrible to kiss me that had to barricade herself in the bathroom? Maybe she was in there now scrubbing her lips raw with the free soap and toothpaste, trying to get all memory of me off her lips.

But I couldn't forget how she had first responded to that kiss. She hadn't exactly swooned with desire, but it seemed to me that she at least lingered at it. She hadn't immediately run screaming from the room. In fact, as I thought about it, hadn't I felt the slightest little tremor in her body? Hadn't she leaned herself against me there for just a moment? Just before our lips met hadn't I felt her relax almost gratefully against my chest?
Despite myself, despite my anger, the memory of the feel of her body made me strart to harden. She had felt so damned good. I had felt so wonderful to hold her.

The hell with it. I'd be civil to her for as long as we were trapped together in here, then we'd get back to the city and she could go back to her lezzy freinds and I'd find a woman who appreciated my attention.

There were such, you know.

 

[AudreyMontgomery]

I slept minutes at a time that night, tossing and turning as if the bed was doing the moving its self. There was no way I could manage to sleep calmly after what happened.

By 5:30 A.M. I decided it was futile to be laying in bed and I began to pace. The bedroom was rather cramped, so it wasn't doing much good. My body felt like it was pent up with every frustration and emotion I had felt in a long while, like I was unable to let anything go.

By this point I was out of my blouse and skirt and into a house coat, closed as tight as possible. I decided if anything was going to relax me, it would be a shower.

I snuck out of the bedroom, being as quiet as I could. Rob was sleeping, thankfully, and couldn't see me. I tip-toed over to the washroom, and slid the door shut. Unlike last night, I forgot to lock it.

My house-coat dropped to the floor, leaving my body nude. I glanced in the mirror and found the sleepless night hadn't really effected me physically at all--No bags under my eyes, I was no paler than usual. That was a plus.

I stepped into the shower and turned the faucet to a reasonably hot level. Almost immediately, steam began to fill up the room. My body leaned up against the tiled-wall of the shower.

In a moment, my mind began to float away from the problems at hand. I imagined myself back at the office, returning with the Rensberg account as a sealed deal. Oh, what bliss the fantasy world was.

And suddenly, it was shattered as I was jolted from the dream-like state by a pair of hands running against my breasts. My back was no longer pressed up against the wall, but Rob's chest.

It occured to me that this was actually a dream, but for the moment, that didn't matter. I really didn't care to snap out of this one. His hands masterfully held my breasts, gently massaging them before he began to slide downwards. As he strummed my chest, as anticipation built. Finally he reached my vagina, as his erection began to press onto my ass.

The dream began to get more intense, becoming flashes of ecstacy, rather than any coherent string of moments. All I could feel was myself in orgasm after orgasm, feeling things I had never felt before.

And then I awoke, still leaning against the tile wall. My fingers were lightly toying between my legs, and I sighed. I wished I hadn't woke up.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

A hell of a night on the sofa, tossing, turning. I think I remember hearing Julie come out of the bathroom, closing the door to the bedroom.

I might have slept some more, it's hard to tell. I was tormented by the memory of that brief kiss. I slept and I dreamt about her. I dreamt about having her in the most detailed dreams. I saw her beneath me, moving against me sensually, opening herself to me. I felt the softness of her breasts beneath my lips, in my hands, thge way her hips lifted to meet mine, the way her body worked with me, the way we worked together to make it something so incredibly good, and just when we were both at the peak of our pleasure, when we hung on the very edge, when I knew that the least move either of us made would make me explode into her, in my dream she opened her eyes and looked at me and her look told me yes, she wanted this too, and I felt myself falling into her eyes as my body poised, ready to fall into orgasm and I woke up.

I woke up sweating, my cock hard, straining, painfully erect; my shorts wet where lubricant had seeped from the tip. I wished I had just ejaculated in my sleep and gotten it over with, gotten some relief. My entire body was tense, aching and almost feverish with need.

It was 4:12 in the morning. I heard the shower running and over the sound of the water I heard Julie. It sounded like she was crying or sobbing. She must be sick; she could't still be that mad at me, not after all this time.

I wasn't thinking. I went to the bathroom. The door was open, the bathroom filled with steam, and now I could hear her more clearly, a low moaning, whispered, urgent words, as if she were talking to herself.

She stood in the shower, leaning aginst the wall, her eyes closed. One hand was on her breast, kneading, stroking, pleasuring herself with urgent need, the other hand was between her legs, sliding against herself as her hips gently humped up to meet her seekling fingers.

I stood there only a second watching her. The sight of this beautiful woman standing there trying to satisfy her own savage needs was too mcuh for me. I stripped off my shorts. I stepped into the shower with her.

"What...??!! No, Rob...!!"

She turned when she saw me, her eyes wide with alarm. I didn't give her time to react. I took her in my arms, the water pelting down on me, I crushed her naked body against mine, my hand going down toher ass to pull her loins against my hard cock.

"God, Rob! Stop! Stop! What do you think..."

I shut her up with my mouth, covering her mouth with mine. The feel of her body against me inflamed me. I was on fire with need for her.

"Julie, Julie, it's all right, it's all right," I said as I kissed her face, her neck, "I won't hurt you I swear! I just can't stand it anymore, Julie, I can't."

She raised her hands to push me away but I wouldn't let her. I was too strong for her and I pressed her back against the tile wall. I wasn't giving her any choice this time. She was not going to kiss me and run away. I would take her by force if I had to but I had to have her.

The water beat down on us as I pressed my body against hers. She stopped trying to fight. SHe turned her face away out of the spray of the water as if she couldn't bear to watch what I was doing her anmd she pressed the palms of her hands against the wall for balance.

I kissed her breasts, holding them up to my mouth and licking them, kissing them as the hot water streamed over us. Julie gasped and I felt her nipples harden beneath my lips.

I slid a hand down over her ribs. over her stomach, lower, over her hip, and she sobbed when I touched her sex, wet from the shower and with her own excited lubrications. Her hands came up then and pushed at my shoulders, or were they pulling mne to her? It was hard to tell. My passion was so high and Julie seemed beside herself, uncertain as to what to do. She pulled at me, pushed me, she put her hand over the hand I held against her breast, whether to try and pull my hand off or whether to keep it on I couldn't say.

But I wasn't about to be denied. My cock throbbed against her soft belly, she must have felt it. I held her pressed to the wall as I bent my knees and cocked my hips so that my cock was pointed right at her, then I stood, letting the head of my cock slide along her slit.

Then I did it again.

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[AudreyMontgomery]

As I squirmed in his solid grip, it occured to me what was really going on. I wasn't fighting him as much as I was fighting myself. His cock touching me sent shivers down my spine. His lust was over-whelming and so present, unlike any woman I'd ever been with.

I made the decision and that was that. Our lips met and I was on auto-pilot from now on, guided by my instincts. This was brave new territory and I couldn't let my mind ruin things.

He pressed my body against the shower wall, my legs wrapping around him. His cock hadn't entered yet, as if we were dancing around the situation. I decided to take the initiative and reached down, grabbing on to his firm cock. It felt amazing.

I guided it towards my slit and then pushed it in, before he took over. My hand returned to it's spot clutching onto his back. A rythym began as he slammed into me, thrusting his throbbing organ inside me.

"Harder," I whispered under the streaming hot water. "Harder!" I began to say louder.

He obliged.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Thefeeling of her hand on my prick was electric, exciting me like nothing else had. I could feel her nervousness and excitement in the way she touched me, and it occurred to me that mine might be the only cock she had ever touched, certainly the first one she had touched in a long time.

This was all new to her and I was worried. I didn't want to hurt her. I wanted it to be good, going at her speed, giving her what she wanted, but Julie took the initiative. She lifted one leg, opening herself. She found her spot with the head of my cock, and without removing her lips from mine she skewered herself down on my cock.

She was hot, tight, wet and tender all at once, and she took me inside with a shuddering groan that made me groan myself. I was more cautious with her than I think I had ever been with a woman, but she didn't want caution. As soon as my cock slid inside her she began to fuck me, standing up in the bathrub with the hot water beating down on us, our mouths locked together, she began working herself off on my, moving her hips, fucking me with desperate hunger.

That was all I needed, to know that she wanted me, to know that I wouldn't hurt her by letting myself go and doing what I wanted to do. I broke the kiss and repositioned myself, my legs slightly bend to I could more eaily get up into her. I grabbed her ass in myhands and lifted her onto me, then began to pump into her, my thrusts hard and savage.

Julie closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the shower wall.

"Harder," she whispered. Then, louder, "Harder!"

I punched into her, grunting with the effort of keeping my legs bent and holding her up. The water was streaming so thick off my head that I had to turn my head to the side to gasp for breath, and our bodies slapped together, wet flesh on wet flesh.

My cock felt huge, hard, and swollen with come. I hadn't realized it but being with her had kept me on edge all day. My head knew that she off limits, but my cock never did listen to my head, and all day he'd been ready to fuck her, to lay into this gorgeous lesbian, and now he wanted nothing more than to come inside her, to fill her with come, to pour it all out into her.

With each thrust Julie's big tits shook on her chest. I lowered my head and sucked a nipple into my mouth, ran my tongue over it, nipped it lightly with my teeth, and she hissed with pleasure.

I wanted to come, wanted to so badly, but I didn't want it to stop. Just when I felt my orgasm beginning to gather I stopped. I pulled out of her and pushed myself away.

We stood staring at each other int the shower, both of us astonished at this passion we'd evoked from each other. Julie looked wild, feral, and I must have looked the same way.

"No," I said, panting, "Not here. Let's go in the bedroom. It'll be better there."

I turned off the shower and puished her out, grabbed some towels and we dried off feverishly, just throwing the twoels on the floor. Luckily the suite was very warm so there was no chill when we left the steamy bathroom.

The bedroom was quite and dark. The snow was still falling out side. Julie was still on fire. She clung to me uncertainly, me, her first male lover in how long?

"Here," I said. I pulled back the covers on the kind sized bed and lay down on my back. My cock stood straight up, hard and throbbing, a drop of precum oozing from the tip.

"Get on me, Julie." I said, "Use me however you want. Just get on me and ride me. Fuck me, Julie. Get on my cock and fuck me."