"So…you wanna get out of here?" a woman asked
in a seductive tone.
Ladies night was a bit busy that evening with only a lone
bar chair open and other women mingling around at candlelit
tables. There were two couples that were playing a game of
pool further in the back.
Olivia held an empty martini glass in her hand as a playful
smile danced across her lips. She looked at the ash blonde
seated next to her for a long moment, as if considering the
question. Nearby were four other empty glasses and, by the way
she swayed in her chair, it was obvious Olivia was more than a
"Yeah," she said with a slight slur. "Wanna
go to your place?"
The ash blonde smiled brightly and reached into her pocket
to pay the bartender. As she started to stand up, a
well-manicured hand appeared on her shoulder. It firmly pushed
her back into the chair.
Doris then tossed a $50 bill on the bar and said to the
bartender, "This one’s on me." She then turned to
Olivia’s companion. "Go home, Kathy," she said in
a firm voice.
"Excuse me?" the woman asked, sounding offended.
She hopped down from the chair. Now at her full height, it was
obvious the woman was much larger than Doris in height… and
width. "Who the hell do you think you are, Doris?"
Seemingly fearless, Doris took a step closer to her. Her
voice was low and menacing. "Your worst nightmare if you
take advantage of this woman. I suggest you move on."
The woman slightly kicked the chair behind her, pushing it
out of her way. "Did you just threaten me, Bitch?"
A few women around them halted their conversations to
listen and view the commotion. It didn’t seem to faze Doris
at all who looked up and smiled ever so slightly.
"I never threaten and it’s very simple…You take
this woman out of here, in this condition, and I promise you’ll
never get lucky in this town again." Seeing that the
hard-line approach wasn’t working, Doris then tried to use
logic. "Look, there’s lots of single ladies here
tonight, but this one is beyond drunk and besides…she’s
with me." Doris took a step back and put her arm around
Olivia looked up to Doris, her eyes trying hard to focus.
"I’ve seen men fight over me, but never women… It’s
not any different so far," she said before erupting into
Doris just motioned toward Olivia. "See? She’s so
out of it she’ll probably pass out in the cab. Is it worth
the effort? More to the point, though, this woman is my frie…well,
actually, she’s my enem…well, no…"
"Frienemies," Olivia giggled. "She’s my
frienemy, aren’t you, Doris?" She then turned back to
Kathy. "That means we help each other, but we can’t
stand each other. We’re like…" Olivia paused and
snapped her fingers a few times slowly as if trying to
remember. "You know," she said, pulling the
bartender into the conversation, "that TV show with the
girls at the boarding school…ughhh…that life show."
"Facts of Life?" the bartender answered.
"Jo and Blair!" a woman next to Olivia said
"Yeah!" Olivia replied. "Like them. Except
she’s Jo," she said, motioning to Doris. "She’s
got her butch on tonight." Olivia began to giggle.
"Did you bring your motorcycle?" she asked Doris.
"Jo was hot," offered one of the other patrons
standing at the bar.
"Jo is still hot," the bartender replied and got
several nods and noises of approval from those listening.
Olivia held up a finger. "Did you know that Blair is a
big time Christian now like my girlfriend?" Olivia asked
to no one in particular at the end of the bar. "It’s
true. I saw it on the History Channel or something. Well, not
the part about my girlfriend, but you know…" Olivia
said before giggling again.
Several of the women chuckled along with Olivia, and one of
them told the bartender, "Give her another drink. She’s
"Yeaaaaah," Olivia agreed. "Who wants to buy
me a drink?"
Three hands instantly went up, and Olivia chuckled even
harder. "Damn! I still got it," she said to Doris.
For their parts, Kathy and Doris both watched the display and
conversation with a sense of wonderment.
"You’re all pretty twisted," Kathy told them.
"That’s us!" Olivia said proudly.
Kathy harrumphed. "She’s all yours," she added
to Doris before walking away.
Doris released a breath she’d seemed to be holding since
the altercation began. She brought Kathy’s seat back to sit
in it. Then she shook Olivia by the arm briefly to get her
"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked.
"Same thing as you," Olivia replied with a smile.
"Trying to get laid." Then she muttered, "No
thanks to you. Of course, the brunette on the end over there’s
kinda cute. I’ve got a soft spot for brunettes, so I’ll
take her. Which one do you want?"
Doris didn’t answer at first, and she shook her head to
get her bearings. Still looking slightly confused, she asked,
"She left… She left me. Went to a religious retreat.
Doesn’t want to see me. Probably one of those straight camps
that I saw that on the Learning Channel. TV is soooo
educational, isn’t it? I’ve got lots of useless facts in
my head... No wonder Natalia left." Olivia went to take a
drink from her glass, but realized it was empty. In
frustration, she slammed it on the bar. "Barkeep?
Another," she ordered.
The bartender came over.
"I think you’ve had enough, Sweetie," she told
her. "Can you take care of her?" she added as she
turned to Doris.
"Yeah," Doris replied. She got off of the chair
and tried to pull Olivia along. "Let’s go home."
"I don’t have a home," Olivia told her. "I
have a hotel that I share with my daughter who’s at
sleep-away camp right now, so that means I’ve got no one,
literally. No Natalia. No Emma…Nobody…"
"Like it or not, you’ve got me," Doris replied
as she coaxed Olivia off her bar chair again. "Let’s go
back to my place."
When Olivia’s feet landed on the floor, Doris had to help
balance her so that she didn’t fall over. Instinctively,
Doris’s hands ended up on Olivia’s hips, and the hotelier
put her hands on Doris’s shoulders for support.
"Maybe I’ll get lucky after all?" Olivia asked
in a seductive tone. Immediately she moved in closer, and her
lips and teeth snagged Doris’s earlobe.
Behave. Behave. Behave. Behave, Doris’s mind quickly
screamed. Reflexively, however, her fingertips dug in just a
little deeper to Olivia’s hips, and she found her hands
pulling their pelvises closer to one another. When both of
them groaned at the contact, Doris moved her head away from
Olivia to look at her.
"Be good," the mayor said.
"Good? I can be fuckin’ fantastic. Let me show
you." Olivia’s right hand captured the side of Doris’s
face to bring her in for a kiss, but Doris leaned back and
"I meant behave," Doris said as she pulled the
staggering Olivia along. "Let’s go."
Ashlee was in the living room watching TV. She heard the
bang of the front door and the sound of a woman’s laughter.
She also noticed the sounds of heels on the foyer floor that
seemed to be someone stumbling…or tap dancing.
"What the hell?" she muttered as she rose to her
At the front door, Doris was trying to accomplish two tasks
at once – keeping Olivia upright and closing the door behind
her. She wasn’t succeeding at either one. Olivia was swaying
quite a bit, and every time Doris tried to reach for the door,
Olivia would begin to fall over.
The mayor finally managed to work the two of them close
enough to the door so that she could hold Olivia around the
waist while her foot kicked the door closed.
"Thank god," she muttered as she turned back to
make sure the door closed completely.
But she soon felt Olivia’s lips capture her neck since it
was now widely exposed by the turning of her head. The
hotelier grabbed Doris by the back of the head and then
captured her lips. Doris tried to mumble something of a
protest under Olivia’s kiss, but it wasn’t long before she
relented and pulled Olivia closer to her. Olivia pulled away
just enough to snake her tongue out. She then drew a line from
the base of Doris’s throat all the way up to her chin.
"Take me to bed," Olivia pleaded.
Doris licked her lips and released a ragged sigh.
"I can’t," she said, sounding almost pained
about it. "You’re drunk, Olivia."
"Come on," Olivia said, pulling her closer again
and kissing her once more.
Doris again began to protest under Olivia’s lips, but it
was the sound of Ashlee’s voice that broke both of them
"Oh my god! You and Olivia?"
"There is no ‘me and Olivia,’ all right?"
Doris answered her daughter. "She’s wasted beyond
belief, and I couldn’t leave her alone at the bar."
"I’m not gay," Olivia told Ashlee. "Except
when it comes to Natalia…and your mother if she’d just
lighten up and do me."
Olivia began to giggle as her hand began to wander down
Doris’s shoulder, making its way toward her breast. Doris,
however, snagged the southward moving hand and held it tight.
"Annnd I’m sure that’s a bit more than Ashlee
wanted to hear or see," Doris replied.
"Come on," Olivia insisted. "Tell me I don’t
turn you on – go on, lie to me." She then began to
giggle again before she turned to Ashlee. "You know how I
can tell? She exposes her neck when she talks to me, and she
plays with her hair allllll the time."
"You do the hair flip on Olivia?" Ashlee asked
"Noooo," Doris whined in reply while Olivia
contradicted her by bobbing her head up and down.
"She does too," Olivia answered. "I just act
like I don’t notice it, but I do. You see…I love Natalia.
That’s why you’re my assistant now. She didn’t want
people to think that the only reason she and I were together
was because of ‘convenience.’ So she quit, and then she
split… I’m a poet; wouldn’t you know it?" Olivia
began to chuckle again at the rhyme she unintentionally
created. But soon after, Olivia got quiet and she bit her
bottom lip as if she was thinking about something.
No one in the small area said anything. Olivia then cleared
her throat and said, "I-I-I love her…More than anyone,
ever… I thought she loved me too. She said she did, but…"
A melancholy grin took shape on Olivia’s face. "I guess
that’s what love does, huh? It makes you a fool. So I’ve
decided…I’m not going to be foolish anymore. I’ll never
be anyone else’s fool. I’m going to spend the rest of my
life having meaningless sex with beautiful people… like your
mother." Olivia began to laugh again and she almost fell
again, but Doris managed to catch her.
"And now you see why she’s here," Doris
"For meaningless sex?"
"No, Ashlee!" Doris said. "She’s three
sheets to the wind."
"No doubt," Ashlee muttered.
"Oh god," Olivia replied quickly and put a hand
over her mouth. "I’m gonna be sick."
Doris quickly opened the door and led Olivia outside.
Ashlee cringed when she heard Olivia heave. She then heard
her mother make a disgusted noise, and Olivia immediately
"Should I get some towels?" Ashlee asked without
daring to go outside.
"Yeaaaaah, that’d be great, Hon. Thanks," Doris
With a nod, Ashlee walked toward the linen closet.
Olivia opened one eye slowly and realized she wasn’t at
home, although it was a beautiful bedroom – potted plants in
one corner, a beautiful cherry nightstand with an equally
lovely lamp and a gold etched border around the top of the
room. She could tell, too, that the sheets she was lying on
were incredibly soft – 800-thread count minimum she
Opening the other eye, she slowly sat up to her elbow. She
glanced down to see she had on a pair of silk pajamas she didn’t
recognize and nothing underneath them. She could feel someone,
rather than see someone, to her right and she slowly turned
her head, as if afraid of what she might find.
Lying there, propped up on one elbow herself was Doris
Wolfe, wearing a red chemise and a sexy smirk.
"Morning, Beautiful. Wanna snuggle?" she replied
"Doris!" Olivia exclaimed and then quickly
grabbed her temples in response to the loud noise.
Doris chuckled lightly. "Relax. Nothing happened… I’m
"The woman at the bar?" Doris replied. Olivia
looked dumbfounded. "The one you were drinking with?…
The one who was going to take you home?" Olivia still had
no clue. Doris sighed, "Anyway, moving on…I just wanted
to see your reaction if you thought I’d had my way with
you." Doris giggled devilishly.
That noise brought a slight grin to Olivia’s lips as she
said, "You’re wicked."
"Thank you." Doris grinned larger. "And your
reaction was as entertaining as I’d imagined."
Olivia groaned and then said, "I have a
"Just one?" Doris smirked.
"Why am I naked under this if nothing happened?"
Olivia asked, holding out the nightshirt.
"You got sick last night… a lot. On you…On me…Ashlee
and I had to clean you up. In case you’re curious, your
clothes are in the dryer."
"Oh god, I’m so sorry," Olivia apologized.
"That’s why I stayed here last night. I didn’t
want you choking to death. Besides, the headline, ‘Dead
Lesbian Found In Mayor’s Home,’ could put a damper on my
"Ya think?" Olivia asked. Doris just nodded.
Olivia ran her fingers through her hair, an act that seemed
painful. "So you haven’t slept all night?" she
"No, but that look on your face thirty seconds ago was
worth staying up for," Doris ribbed. She then began to
look serious. "I’m just glad I happened to be at the
bar last night to save you from something disastrous. It’s
one thing to go into something with your eyes wide open. It’s
another to become a victim of your own circumstance...or
She reached up and pushed Olivia’s wayward hair behind
her ear. Doris’s fingertips lingered near her cheek for a
few moments until she seemed to realize what she was doing and
moved them away swiftly as if they’d touched an open flame.
Clearing her throat, Doris announced, "Ashlee has your
planner, so she’s already gone to the Beacon. I told her to
give you a call around 1 P.M. to review your agenda and make
sure all the vital things are handled today."
"Thank you," Olivia replied.
"Don’t thank me," Doris told her. "It was
her suggestion, and she’s the one doing all the work."
"You keep saying that, but do you mean it?" Doris
asked. "Because, really, from where I’m sitting, you’ve
got lots of sorrow and no solutions..." Olivia didn’t
say anything, so Doris pressed on. "Whether Natalia comes
back or she doesn’t… you can’t keep hurting yourself or
living your life in limbo. Life’s too short."
Upon hearing the word ‘limbo,’ Olivia looked up and
nodded. Limbo is what she'd felt...for a while. "You’re
right. I know you’re right. I just…"
"Want the love of your life?"
"Yeah," Olivia muttered.
Doris smiled slightly and patted her hand. "To quote
the immortal Mick Jagger, ‘You can’t always get what you
want, but you just might find you get what you need’."
She then extracted herself from the bed. "You’ll find
some Altoids over there. There’s also some Alka Seltzer
Morning Relief and water on the nightstand. I suggest you use
it. For me, it works in about 15 minutes." Then she added
in a low grumble, "Wish they made it twenty years ago
during my party days."
Olivia mustered a slight grin.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"The shower. I gotta go to work," Doris told her.
"But you didn’t sleep last night."
Doris grinned. "Guess it’s true what they say, ‘No
rest for the ‘wicked’."
She began to walk toward the bathroom in the master
"If you need the restroom, Ashlee’s is down the
hall; second door on the right."
"Doris?" Olivia called out. The mayor stopped and
turned around. "Thank you," she said sincerely.
Doris licked her lips nervously. She took an unsettled
breath, but then squared her shoulders.
"I know you love her… But Natalia Rivera is the
fool, not you."
Doris blushed slightly but pushed it down. "She walked
away from a woman as wonderful as you."
"I don’t feel very wonderful," Olivia answered.
"I remember that speech in my office about Natalia.
The feisty woman I saw that day is still inside of you Olivia.
You just gotta find her." Olivia smiled slightly at her
words. "Now… your Alka Seltzer is calling."
Not waiting for a response, Doris left the room. Olivia
stayed still for a long moment watching the closed door of the
bathroom. She then turned a little too quickly and grabbed her
temple again. She plopped the two tablets into the water and
watched them begin to fizz.
Doris finished running the razor up the last part of her
leg and cleaned the blade against the sink. The area, like the
bedroom, was beautiful and immaculate – a mix of tile,
marble, glass and silver reflected each other in particular
areas making the space seem larger than it was.
She rubbed a wet washcloth across her skin on those few
places that had collected the shaving cream as she unplugged
the sink. While the water drained in the sink she walked over
and began the shower, testing the temperature. Content with
her choice, she went back and cleaned the sink.
She turned toward the shower again when she heard the
bathroom door open. She glanced toward the tub’s mirrored
door to see Olivia making her way toward her with catlike
grace. For a moment she didn’t move, hedging any knowledge
of Olivia’s arrival. With her head slightly turned to listen
for Olivia’s movements, she reached down to lift the chemise
over her head.
Before she could get the garment to her waist, she felt
Olivia’s body pressed behind her; her hands ran the length
down Doris’s arm until their fingers were intertwined.
Doris swallowed hard and asked, "W-what are you
Doris could feel Olivia’s smirk against her bare shoulder
and then heard her say, "Getting what I need."
Doris turned around to face Olivia and began to back up,
but the bathroom wall cut off her retreat. She looked left and
right to no avail and then took an unsteady breath.
Olivia stalked closer, pinning Doris with an arm placed at
each shoulder. Doris was trapped without an escape route that
didn’t involve pushing Olivia. Seeing that Doris wasn’t
going to run, Olivia ran the back of her fingers down Doris’s
arm and didn’t rest until her fingers were just above the
mayor’s kneecaps, soaking up every touch.
"Are you sure you’re still not drunk?" Doris
Olivia grinned and nodded. She locked eyes with Doris
briefly before she let them travel over the length of her
"You feel so soft," Olivia muttered as her
fingertips traveled down Doris’s arms. "I’ve never
felt anyone this…soft…smooth…" Without warning
Olivia’s fingers settled in the apex of Doris’s legs,
which resulted in a sharp intake of air from the mayor. "…and
wet," she finished with a smirk.
Doris closed her eyes and took hold of Olivia’s wrist.
"I-I’m trying to be…"
Olivia relented. She removed her hand and instead grabbed
Doris by the hips, pulling her closer. The hotelier’s hands
slowly trailed down until she reached the end of the chemise.
Bunching the material in her fists, Olivia began to pull it up
"Trying to be what?" Olivia asked.
"C-chivalrous," Doris stuttered as she watched
the garment creeping higher. She still didn’t dare look in
The woman grinned wickedly, although it went unnoticed.
"Chivalry is overrated," Olivia rasped.
Before Doris could reply, Olivia’s lips captured hers,
and before she realized it, the chemise had moved above her
hips. Olivia broke away from the kiss and nuzzled into Doris’s
neck as her hands began to knead the mayor’s back.
"I don’t want Ms. Right," Olivia told her.
"I want Ms. Right Now…I’ll never tell a soul if you
don’t. I swear."
Doris groaned and her legs parted just slightly, which was
all the invitation Olivia needed. She pulled the chemise
completely off, and Doris complied by putting her arms in the
air. When Doris was free from the garment, her arms settled
around Olivia shoulders, and her fingers from her right hand
burrowed into Olivia’s hair.
Olivia settled her pajama-clad body between Doris’s legs.
She reached down and took hold of one leg, raising it up,
kneading the flesh of her naked thigh. Doris took the hint and
wrapped her leg around Olivia’s, pulling their bodies
Doris groaned at the contact and began to grind her hips
against Olivia as their kisses grew more frenzied. The
hotelier took hold of Doris’s wrists and pinned them to the
wall as her own hips began to gyrate against her.
"Good God," Doris sighed as she paused to take a
breath and placed her leg back down to steady herself.
"Leave him out of this," Olivia teased before her
lips captured Doris’s again.
The mayor tried to break loose, but Olivia’s hold was too
strong. Doris whimpered under Olivia’s hips, and the
hotelier pulled back.
"I’ll let you loose after you come," she
Doris got a determined look on her face that was filled
with a mix of annoyance and desire. She worked one hand free,
and it immediately shot to Olivia’s center, making her
whimper at the contact.
"I’m not the only one wet. You’re feeling pretty
soaked yourself, Ms. Spencer," Doris added seductively as
she began to stroke Olivia’s sex through the pajamas.
The distraction was enough for Doris to get totally loose
from Olivia’s hold. Before she had a chance to protest,
Doris had the pajama top pulled off in an instant, exposing
Olivia’s naked torso. Immediately Doris’s mouth captured
Olivia gave her a guttural groan, and her fingers from both
hands worked their way into Doris’s hair, egging her on.
Doris dropped to her knees and in a single tug pulled the
pajama bottoms so they puddled to the floor. Doris’s hands
traveled up the backs of Olivia’s legs, feeling every inch
of her. When she reached Olivia’s hand, Doris guided it so
that Olivia would grab the outside railing of the shower door.
At first Olivia loosely held on, but as Doris lifted Olivia’s
leg over her shoulder, the hotelier tightened her grip in
anticipation of what Doris had planned next.
Before Olivia could offer any praise or protest, Doris’s
tongue began to lap at Olivia’s center. Both of Olivia’s
hands tightened – the one on the shower door and the one
still tangled in Doris’s locks – and any thought of
objection immediately left her mind.
Doris let out what sounded like a painful moan, but she
didn’t stop her ministration of Olivia’s sex.
"I’m sorry," Olivia apologized.
"Harder," Doris said, taking a quick pause before
resuming her movement. Olivia seemed caught off guard by the
request, but she tightened her hold again on Doris’s hair.
As a reward, Doris’s tongue brushed lightly across her
clitoris. This time both women moaned in response.
"I don’t think I can stand," Olivia said,
struggling to stay upright.
Doris shot to her feet as quickly as she could and led
Olivia over to the large sink and vanity a few steps away.
Olivia took a seat, but it wasn’t close enough to the edge
so Doris took her by the ankles and pulled her closer. She let
her hand trail up Olivia’s leg. When she reached Olivia’s
center, she rose up, coming face-to-face with her. Doris
kissed her hard on the lips while simultaneously driving two
fingers inside her drenched heat.
"Yesss," Olivia hissed, the word nearly drowned
out by the sound of the running shower behind them.
"You like this?" Doris asked as her hand began to
pick up the pace. "Talk to me," she ordered.
Olivia’s hips rose to meet Doris’s thrusts. "Oh
yeah," she cried as her hands reached up to play with her
own nipples. Doris licked her lips as she watched Olivia
enjoying her own body. "Please don’t stop," Olivia
"I’m not stopping," Doris told her.
"Because when I make you come, I’m gonna make you come
again." Doris’s breathing was becoming even more
labored, and sweat began to form a light sheen over her skin.
She pulled her fingers out of Olivia’s center, making the
hotelier open her eyes and whimper at the loss of the contact.
Olivia then watched as Doris put her middle finger in her
mouth and licked it clean. As if hypnotized, Olivia watched
every movement through half-lidded eyes with her jaw hung
slightly open in desire.
"You’re absolutely delicious," Doris
complimented. "Here. Taste."
She then extended her index finger to Olivia. The hotelier
smiled and took Doris’s hand in both of hers. Olivia opened
her mouth and took in the finger that was covered in her own
arousal. Olivia’s tongue wrapped itself around and around
Doris’s digit. When she made a devouring noise, Doris’s
legs almost buckled from under her. Olivia led Doris’s hands
back to her center.
"Fuck me," she ordered.
Doris didn’t need to be told twice. She plunged her
fingers back into Olivia and watched as the woman’s backside
left the vanity for just a moment. Doris grinned wickedly and
then pushed her hair to one side. She let the locks trail up
Olivia’s thighs for a moment, pleasing and tickling her all
at the same time. The gesture made the hotelier moan in
response to the physical onslaught. Doris grinned, pleased
with the effect she was having on her lover.
"Ready for what comes next?" Doris asked.
Olivia swallow hard. "Do whatever you want."
Doris gave her a full smile, but as she gazed down at
Olivia’s sex in anticipation, that look rapidly shifted from
one of playfulness to dogged determination. Doris’s lips
captured Olivia’s clit, and she hummed in delight as her
fingers continued to pound inside the woman.
Olivia’s hand shot down to Doris’s head in silent
praise. She closed her eyes and let her other senses take
over. She could smell humid water from the shower mingling
with both of their arousals. She could hear the licking and
sucking noise that Doris made as she consumed her. And she
could still taste her own arousal on her lips. She wondered if
Doris tasted the same and how she would sound when she
climaxed. The thought of making Doris scream her name was the
beginning of her undoing.
It was building up – all of it. Olivia felt her orgasm
approaching, and she began to whimper as she strained for it.
Doris recognized the sounds. She replaced her tongue with her
thumb and gave a bit more pressure to Olivia’s pearl. In
response, Olivia began to buck even more against Doris’s
"That’s it," Doris said, her voice suddenly
deeper because of her desire. "You’re so close now,
aren’t you? You want it so bad."
"Fuck!" Olivia cried out.
"Come on, Liv. You’ve wanted this for so long. Come
for me, come for me."
Although Olivia didn’t need permission, the sound of
Doris’s hoarse passionate voice coaxing her to climax pushed
her over the edge.
Olivia’s mouth fell open, but no sound immediately
happened. Her body went rigid, and Doris picked up the pace
even more. Olivia’s toes curled, and she began to shake as
she let out a howl of satisfaction. She tried to catch her
breath as her body began to relax. Doris then pulled her
fingers from Olivia’s center and smiled.
The mayor cleared her throat and said, "If I didn’t
know any better I’d think—"
The sentence was never finished. Olivia had a smoldering
look in her eyes – one of a woman on a mission. She cut
Doris short with a scorching kiss as she worked herself off
Kissing all the way, Olivia led Doris into the shower and
pushed her against the wall once they were inside. Seconds
later, lukewarm water was soaking both of them.
"Olivia…" Doris began.
She didn’t get very far again in her conversation as she
watched Olivia drop to her knees and put her leg over her
"I need to taste you." Olivia’s words were
barely audible, but the passion within them was monumental.
"Well, who am I to…" Doris lost her breath for
a moment as Olivia’s tongue made contact with her sex.
"…argue?" she managed to finish in a whimper.
The mayor closed her eyes and steadied her foot as best she
could against the shower door as her shoulder blades rested on
the tile wall. With long strokes and short flicks, Olivia’s
tongue danced across Doris’s center and the area surrounding
it. Doris opened her eyes when she felt the velvet smoothness
of Olivia’s tongue disappear. She looked down.
"Am I doing okay so far?" Olivia asked, her
breath coming in short, desire-filled gasps.
Doris took a ragged breath herself and brushed back Olivia’s
soaked hair affectionately.
"Yes. A thousand times, yes."
With more confidence now, Olivia’s tongue and lips went
back to their task. Doris’s bottom teeth bit her upper lip,
and she slammed her palm against the wet tile of the tub.
"Oh, you got it," she complimented. "Yeah,
right there. Just like that." Her breathing came more
rapidly, and she found her hand gripping the back of Olivia’s
head. "Oh, yeah. That’s the spot."
Olivia smiled devilishly for a moment and plunged two
fingers into Doris and began to stroke her. The mayor let go
of Olivia’s head quickly, and the hand in question gripped
her own thigh, creating a growing red mark.
"What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?" Olivia asked.
"Oh, no. Not at all. I don’t want to hurt you,"
Doris replied. "I think it’s best I keep my hands off
for right now."
Olivia led Doris’s hand back to her head. "Do or say
whatever you want… as long as it gets you off."
Doris began to grin at the merriment and desire that played
across Olivia’s face.
"Really?" she asked, uncertain.
Olivia nodded. "I just want to make you come…and
apparently you haven’t heard ALL the rumors about me,"
she said with a smirk.
Doris’s jaw set, and she took Olivia by the head again,
this time pulling her hair rather roughly.
"Then do me. Don’t stop until I tell you to,"
Olivia moaned as her lips reclaimed Doris’s sex, and her
fingers plunged and soared in and out of the wet folds.
Doris then began to stroke Olivia’s head. "You like
this as much as I do, don’t you?"
Olivia only mumbled in the affirmative, her lips and tongue
never leaving Doris’s flesh.
"Y-you like how wet you make me, don’t you?"
Olivia mumbled again and this time nodded her head.
Doris grinned briefly as she watched Olivia’s head
bobbing below her. "You’re so fucking beautiful…I’m
gonna…I’m gonna do you again…You know why, Bitch?"
Olivia shook her head back and forth and then let her
tongue race quickly over Doris’s clitoris, making the woman
yelp in desire.
Olivia moved to her feet and looked Doris in the eye, but
her fingers never stopped sliding over Doris’s sex for a
"Why?" Olivia asked.
Doris grinned assertively.
"…Because I can."
Their lips collided in what one might call a power
struggle, each woman fighting for dominance over the other.
Doris captured the side of Olivia’s face and used her lips,
tongue and teeth to devour Olivia’s mouth. The mayor pushed
Olivia’s head upward and the onslaught continued down her
chin and toward her neck.
Olivia continued to pound Doris against the shower stall,
now using her own thigh to push higher and deeper inside her.
But she moved her head back and used her free hand to snare
Doris’s water soaked breast. Olivia sucked some of the water
off with such force that she knew it would leave a purple
bruise for days. She grinned at the thought of ‘branding her’
before she took Doris’s erect nipple into her mouth.
Doris’s fingers tangled themselves in Olivia’s wet
hair, and she felt her orgasm already beginning to approach.
"Not yet," Doris muttered to herself. She pulled
Olivia’s lips back up to hers and gave her a soul-searing
kiss. "I’m gonna make you come," Doris told her as
she broke away, fighting for air.
"Not if I make you come first," Olivia replied
hotly as her fingers went back inside the mayor.
Doris slammed against the shower wall, and she began to
gyrate her hips against Olivia’s hand.
"Oh yeah," Olivia taunted her. "Who’s the
bitch now, huh?" Doris cried out in desire at the
question. Olivia looked between them and watched Doris
striving for all the pleasure she could get. "Come on and
say it," Olivia told her as she moved her hand even
faster. "Who’s the bitch?" When Doris didn’t say
anything, Olivia stopped for just a brief moment, enough to
tease Doris, but still keep her aroused. "Say it,"
Olivia ordered as she began to move her hand again.
"I am," Doris replied as her hips continued to
slam against Olivia’s hand.
"What are you?"
"I’m your bitch," Doris said. She grabbed
Olivia’s wrist and rode her hand for all she was worth.
Olivia licked her lips and groaned. When Doris dug her
fingernails into her shoulders and ran them down her back
leaving red colored streaks, it took all of Olivia’s
strength to stay upright.
"Just watching you is gonna make me come," Olivia
confessed. Doris grinned for a mere second, and her hand
reached out to stroke Olivia’s center. Olivia gritted her
teeth. "No fair…No fair…" she kept repeating as
her hips began to move of their own accord, matching Doris
stroke for stroke.
"Look how fucking horny you are…God, you’re
Olivia continued to grit her teeth. "Damn, you,
Doris let out a snort. "I’m gonna win…And you’re
Olivia threw her head back and let out a mangled cry of
passion. Her hand had stopped between Doris’s legs, but the
mayor was having none of that. She put her fingers over Olivia’s
and together they raced across Doris’s sex.
As Olivia tried to regain her breath, she watched as Doris’s
body began to shake and quiver.
"Oh, fuck, yes!" Doris cried out. The sound
brought Olivia out of her afterglow, and she dropped to her
knees and grabbed Doris by the ass, as her fingernails dug
into the other woman’s flesh. She quickly began to lap,
tasting the new wetness that arrived.
"Get it all…" Doris said, pulling her head
closer. "Lick me dry."
As the waves began to recede, Doris shifted position
slightly and kept Olivia’s head against her thigh as they
both tried to regain a normal breathing pattern.
When both of them had stilled, Doris pulled Olivia up. When
she had her at her full height, she pulled Olivia close to her
and held her under the running water, but not before turning
the heat up to make it warmer.
Standing there silently, Doris felt Olivia begin to shake
slightly, her shoulders rising and falling. Then she heard the
unmistakable sound of sniffling. She pushed Olivia far enough
way to look at her without breaking the contact. When she did,
she could see that Olivia was crying.
Doris brushed the tears away with the back of her
fingertips and planted a gentle kiss on each cheek.
"I hope she comes back for your sake, Sweetie,"
Doris began. "And if that day comes…I’ll never tell…Until
then, though… we both know you needed this." Olivia
didn’t say anything. She only nodded, and Doris pulled her
back into the warmth of her embrace. After a few moments she
added, "Let’s not wait, okay? Together… Let’s go
find your girl."
Again, Olivia could only nod.