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Grace crept out the door at 5 a.m.  The morning was cool and humid, but 
she knew it was going to be a scorcher later.  She could already hear 
the early cicadas off in the woods that encircled Phyli's house.  The 
sun was just rising, the sky turning to reds and purples, a clear, 
bright spot of light just above the sun rapidly fading as the golden 
disk came into view.  Venus, the Morning Star.  She smiled at nothing in 
particular as she appreciated the sky, then padded down the slate path 
to the driveway.  There was dew on her little blue Rabbit and on the 
gleaming maroon BMW beside it.  She climbed in and started the Rabbit, 
which protested noisily, then responded after blasting forth  a cloud of 
blue smoke.

Their nap had turned into a full night's sleep, but the feeling of 
waking up in the arms of her golden goddess had her wet and excited, 
ready to go again and again.  Unfortunately, the almighty paycheck 
called and she had to respond.  She drove home on autopilot.  Her mind 
was turning over and over the wonder that she was taking all this so 
easily.  Something so forbidden by culture, media and just about 
everyone else should send her into spasms of guilt and terror, but it 
sat there as a matter of fact that she could not dispute.  She had 
enjoyed every second of her first experience with a woman.  Not 
necessarily more than her times with men, but differently.  Something 
inside her had been hollow for years, and she hadn't felt it until it 
was fulfilled.  Now.  It was  an endless twenty minutes to home.  

With visions of golden hair and golden eyes, she pulled into the 
apartment parking lot, hopped out of the car and started toward her 
home.

A heavy hand landed on her shoulder and spun her around.  David stood 
there, his broad frame outlined in the rising sun.  "Where the fuck have 
you been?" he snarled.

"None of your business," she replied coldly.

"It's my business, Gracie, because you and I are a thing, you know?"  He 
leaned closer, menacingly.  "You were with someone else, weren't you?"

"What if I was?"

"How would your boss react if he knew that when you were 'out sick', you 
were really  'out fucking'?"

"Right, and he'd believe you."

"Didn't I ever mention that he and I play racquetball once a week?"

"You wouldn't."  Her voice was flat and disbelieving.

"In a heartbeat, you cheap little slut."

"So you're trying to blackmail me back into bed with you?"

"Sure.  Why not?  You're used goods to start with, what's one more guy's 
load dropped in you?"

She hauled off and slapped him as hard as she could.  There was a 
resounding crack and her hand stung.

He laughed at her.

"What's the matter, Maneater?  Don't like it when someone faces you with 
the truth?"

"Depends on what you call truth, asshole."

He leaned closer.  It smelled like he'd been drinking most of the
night.  
"Come on, honey, let's go upstairs and make up.  I don't mind sloppy 
seconds."

Her face contorted with rage, then suddenly went calm and thoughtful.  
"You know what your problem is, David?"

"Other than having a girlfriend who spreads her legs at the drop of a 
hat?"

She ignored that.  "You are just like every other sex-crazed jock 
asshole I've ever met.  If someone impugns the size of your dick, you 
have to flex it in public, proving what a man you are.  You know what?  
The blackmail isn't going to work.  You know why?  Because even if I do 
lose my job, I'll have the satisfaction of knowing it was because you 
were so pathetic that you couldn't handle the fact that you just don't 
satisfy me."  His jaw hung open by this time.  "Do your worst, David, I 
hope you have a grand time trying to destroy me.  Better and more have 
tried."

She turned on her heel, about to walk into the building when he 
recovered.  "Oh, yeah, that's right, the night at Theta Alpha."

She spun on him.  "What?"

"The night at TA.  Is that what you're referring to?"

"How did you hear about that?"

"Amazing what you can find out from bumping into your girlfriend's 
sorority sisters, isn't it?  Oh, you thought no one knew but you and the 
guys.  Nope.  Whole campus knew."  He stepped up to her and smiled.  
"You enjoyed it, didn't you?  Got you off more times than you could 
count.  Did you know there were pictures?  Nice ones.  I realy liked the 
spiiked dog collar and leash look."

She turned white with rage.  Her fists were clenched so hard that her 
nails had bitten into the flesh of one palm, and her housekeys into her 
other palm.  Her body was shaking.  She couldn't get her mouth to open 
or even make a noise.  David was even sober and wise enough to back up a 
step.

Fortunately or unfortunately, their voices had been rising steadily, and 
Bekah chose that moment to bolt through the front door toward them.  She 
stopped between Grace and David, glaring at David.

"I think you'd best go, like I told you to do last night."  Bekah's 
stare was hellish and piercing.  "I just called the cops."

David retreatedhastily.  His budding executive career could scarcely 
handle a run-in with the police.  "Once a slut always a slut, you 
bitch," he spat past her at Grace.  "I hope he knows he's sharing you 
with the rest of the world."  He finally turned and jogged off.

Bekah watched him go, then turned to Grace.  She gently took Grace's arm 
and led her to the apartment.  The tears broke finally when they got 
inside.  Grace slumped onto the sofa and wept into a pillow.

"You want me to call out for you?"

Grace nodded.  She heard Bekah go to the phone and inform the personnel 
people at Norman that Grace was sick today as well and would not be in.  
When Bekah hung up, she returned to the living room and sat on the edge 
of the sofa, one hand on her friend's back.

After many minutes of sobbing, Grace finally calmed down.  She lay with 
her face in the pillow, not making a sound for a long time.  At last, 
she sighed, with a sobbing catch to the sigh.  Attempting to summon a 
sarcastic voice, she muttered, "Well, that was traumatic."

"Yep."

"Thanks for coming outside."

"Well, I couldn't exactly sleep with all that racket going on, could I?"

"I never knew he was so...mean."

"I think it devastated his male ego that you'd found someone else."

"Oh, yeah, I agree with that.  I wonder who he talked to."

"Don't think about it."

"You're right."  Grace sighed and sat up, pulling her hair out of her 
face and wiping her eyes.

"Grace, babe, you're over all that, remember?  Just don't go thinking 
about it.  He's an asshole and doesn't matter."

"Yeah, you're right."  She forced a smile.  "On the bright side, I had 
the most incredible night."

"Good.  But do you think that maybe you're already moving a little 
fast?"  Bekah honestly looked concerned.

Grace turned to head for her room, and cast a look back at Bekah.  "Hey, 
I'm a slut, remember?  It doesn't matter."  She disappeared into her 
room before Bekah could yell at her for that comment.

In her room, she stripped, turned on some music and fell on the bed.  
Emotionally and physically drained, she fell asleep quickly.  She awoke 
groggily a few hours later when Bekah knocked to tell her that she was 
going to class, and then again a few hours later when the phone rang.

"Hello?" she said hoarsely.

"Could I speak to Grace please?" the business-formal voice on the other 
end asked.

"Speaking."

"Grace, hon, it's Phyli."  Suddenly, Grace was awake and a flush warmed 
her numb body.  "Are you okay?  I tried calling you at work, but they 
said you'd called out."

"Just tired, Phyli, honest," she lied.

There was a pause.  "It's not me, is it?"

"No!" Grace vehemently denied.  "Nothing to do with you at all."

"So there is something wrong."

Shit! Grace thought, I've been semantically trapped.  "Yes," she 
admitted, "there is."

"Can I do anything?  Do you want me to come over?  I can cancel my 
trip..."

"Jesus, Phyli, you can't do something like that."  Grace found herself 
choking on tears.  "You don't even know me."

"I know you well enough.  If you need me, I'll be there.  If you need a 
place to go for a few days, I can arrange that too."

"I can't take off work for the rest of the week," she protested.

"Leave that to me."

"You're kidding."

"I have a few strings at Norman."

"Phyli, you can't go sticking your neck out for me..."

"Of course I can."

Grace sighed.

"Come to my place for the rest of the week.  I'll send someone in my 
place on the trip and stay to pamper you."

"But..."

"Come on.  You need it.  It sounds like you /really/ need it."

Grace paused again and finally said, "Okay."

"All right, sweetie, how do I get to your house?"

Grace gave her directions, said goodbye and hung up.  She lay in the 
middle of her bed, staring at the ceiling.  Incomprehensible.  Phyli had 
known her for all of three days, been with her for maybe twelve hours, 
and was risking her job for Grace.  Maybe Bekah was right.  Maybe she 
was moving too fast.  Maybe this was too much, too soon.  Was she really 
in love with Phyli, or was it just the fascination of something new, 
different and strange?  Could she conceivably be in love this quickly?  
Everything seemed like it was spiraling out of control suddenly.  David 
and Phyli and work and the past all closed in on her at frightening 
speed.

It seem only a few minutes passed when the doorbell rang.  Deep in the 
throes of memories dug up by David's unexpected revelations, she curled 
in a ball.

"Grace, please, it's Phyli," a low voice said in her ear.  "You're
safe.  
You're home."

Grace's eyes cleared after several moments of Phyli's deep voice 
resonating into her mind.  She slumped back on the bed with barely 
enough energy to groan, her eyes closed.  Phyli hesitantly touched her 
arm.  Grace flinched violently, her eyes snapping open in alarm.  When 
she recognized Phyli, she relaxed and reached up with  her enervated 
hand.  Phyli took it with a warm smile, enfolding Grace's hand with both 
of her own.

"Better?" Phyli asked.

Grace nodded, exhausted.  She feebly squeezed Phyli's hand, clinging to 
the reality of that touch.  "Can we leave?" she asked in a small voice.

"Yes, Grace.  What would you like me to pack for you?"

"Bag's in the closet.  T-shirts, shorts, I guess.  Anything else you 
think I need."  Grace rolled to her side and suddenly realized fully 
where and when she was.  And that she was stark naked.  "Phyli?"

Phyli had removed the bag from the closet and was gathering the 
requested clothing from various drawers.  "Yes?"

"How did you get in?"

Phyli smiled.  "I got the super to let me in, saying I was your older 
sister.  He took one look at you and bolted, fifty shades of red."

Grace groaned.  "And that from the old letch who leers at me in my 
bathing suit at the pool every year."

"All packed," Phyli said after a few more minutes.  "What do you want to 
wear out?"

"Sweats."

"It's /really/ hot outside."

"I don't care."

"Okay."  Phyli rummaged around a little more and handed Grace grey 
sweatpants and a dark blue college sweatshirt.  Grace almost flinched 
from the college name, but took it nonetheless.  Phyli studied her 
carefully.

"I have to call my roommate and tell her I'm going," Grace said after 
getting dressed.  She picked up the phone and dialed Bekah's desk.

"Hey, it's Grace."

"What's up?"

"I'm going to get away for a few days."

"With Phil?"

"Yeah."

"Are you sure?  I mean, you hardly know him."

"Yeah.  I gotta get away.  If I see David again..."

"You don't sound good."

"Well, I flashed."

"That's bad."

"I know, but I think I didn't even begin to expect it from him.  No time 
to snap up those defense mechanisms."

"Well, make sure Phil takes care of you."

"I will.  I'll call tomorrow to let you know how things are."

"Gory details."

"Yeah, yeah," Grace smiled faintly.  "Talk to you later."

Grace hung up and turned to find Phyli still watching her thoughtfully.  
Phyli started out of her reverie and said, with a bright smile, "Ready 
to go?"

"Yep."  Grace moved forward and slid her arms around Phyli.  "I won't 
break, Phyli, I promise."

Phyli hugged her tightly.  "I missed waking up with you this morning," 
she murmured in her ear.

"You've never woken up with me in the morning," Grace replied with a 
smile.

"That's exactly why I missed it."

They moved out of the apartment.  Phyli carried Grace's bag and kept a 
protective hand on her back.  They got out the door to find the super 
standing nervously.

"Is everything okay?" he asked, eyes darting from Phyli to Grace and 
away.

"Fine, fine, thank you for your help, Mr. Taylor," Phyli said smoothly.

"You okay, Miss Terranova?" he inquired politely, nervously raking 
fingers through his iron gray hair.

"Fine, Ike, thanks for letting my sister in."

"You two don't look much alike."

The two lovers smiled at each other.  "Stepsisters," Grace told him.

"Well, okay, glad I could help."

They nodded to him and moved down to the car.  Phyli unlocked the BMW 
with a remote as they approached and then helped Grace into the plush 
upholstery inside.  She put the bag in the trunk and got into the 
driver's side.  The car started almost soundlessly and she pulled out, 
swerving slightly to avoid a bicyclist in the driveway.

Grace jumped and then ducked suddenly.  Phyli looked concerned, but 
drove on.  "What's wrong?" she asked.

"David...that was him, on the bike," Grace said from the floorboard.  
"He should be at work.  He must have decided to come back and bug me 
some more."

"You don't want him to see you?"

"No."

"Well, if it's any consolation," Phyli said, peering in the rear view 
mirror, "he's not looking after the car, so he didn't see you."

"Good."

Grace climbed back into the seat after Phyli had taken several turns.  
They drove in silence for several minutes.  Finally, the cellular phone 
on the dash rang.  Phyli snatched it up.

"Phylicia Roman."  Pause.  "Yes, I think we are going to go ahead with 
your company...yes, it should be quite sizable and long term.  I have 
one of your personnel in mind.  Grace Terranova....  Yes, I know she's 
in accounting, but she and I worked together in a private venture 
previously.  I'm aware that she's ill today, but she has agreed to 
assist me.  She's a lot more creative than you give her credit for.  No, 
I'm afraid if I can't work with her, there's no deal.  Having problems?  
Well, then, I'm sorry, I guess we can't deal."  There was a furious buzz 
from the phone and Phyli shot a smile at Grace, who was listening to all 
this with wonder.  "Really?  Well, I need to consult with her the rest 
of the week.  I’d consider it a personal favor if you could arrange it.  
Great.  Listen, I appreciate your assistance.  Yes, I think this will be 
quite successful.  Yes, yes, you're welcome.  Goodbye."

Phyli hung up the phone with a smug grin.  "Well, you're my personal 
liaison to Norman now.  We'll be in retreat, consulting, until next week 
sometime."

"You're amazing," Grace said in awe.

"Thank you, I try."  Phyli patted her hand.  "What's the point of having 
power if you can't flex it sometimes?"

They reached the wooded lane that led to Phyli's house.  Moments later, 
the BMW was gliding up the long driveway and into the garage.  They 
stepped out in cool darkness and then into the house.  Grace sighed and 
fell into one of Phyli's plush chairs.  Her head lolled back on the back 
of the chair.

"Thank you," she sighed.

Phyli tousled her hair.  "For what?"

"For getting me out of work, for not asking questions...for just being 
here."

"It's my pleasure."  She headed for the bedroom.  "I'll be right back."

Grace reveled in the comforting silence of the house.  It closed about 
her and held her.  She dozed off, secure in her new haven.


"Dinner’s on, sexy.”

Grace started out of her sleep.  She looked around in the near darkness 
and spotted Phyli, standing a few feet away, smiling at her.  Grace 
groaned as she sat up, her neck stiff.  Her face was swollen and achy 
from crying.  She felt like half-dead roadkill.  Then she smelled 
dinner.  Wonderful, warm aromas that reminded her of Grandma Terranova’s 
house embraced her.  Phyli gently drew her to her feet.

“Wow,” Grace said hoarsely.  She cleared her throat.  “Wow.  It smells 
great.”

Phyli slid her arms around her and held her.  “Ready to eat?” she asked, 
kissing Grace’s earlobe.

“I’m starved.”

“Good.  Did you sleep all right?  I didn’t want to wake you.  You looked 
too peaceful.”

“Oh, yeah.  My neck’s a little stiff, that’s all.”

“I’ll take care of that later.  Let’s eat.”

“Take me to your pasta,” Grace said in a fair imitation of the robot on 
"Lost in Space."

Phyli laughed and led her to the dining room, which was lit with at 
least twenty white candles.  There were red roses on the white, lace-
covered table and steaming chicken cacciatore on china, burgundy wine in 
long-stemmed crystal goblets.  Grace paused in the doorway, stunned and 
momentarily speechless.

“Oh, wow, Phyli, you didn’t have to do all this.”

“Hey, I said I’d pamper you, didn’t I?” the blonde chuckled.

Grace just stared.  “I.. God, I have no idea what to say...”

Phyli propelled her to a chair and seated her.  “How about 'Let's eat’?”

“Okay!”

Phyli seated herself across from Grace and locked eyes with her.  The 
gaze was so intense that Grace had to look away, blinking back more 
tears.  They ate in silence.  Whenever Grace emptied her wine glass, 
Phyli refilled it.  When they finished the meal, Phyli brought out 
dishes of chocolate mousse.

Grace finally sat back.  “You know, I’d forgotten to eat today.  That 
was great.”

Phyli smiled and inclined her head modestly, rising to gather the 
plates.  “I have some minor culinary skills,” she grinned.

“Hey, I do macaroni and cheese.  That’s it.”

“You?  With a name like ‘Terranova’?  What shame have you brought upon 
your family?” Phyli exclaimed in mock horror.

“Grandma gave up on me when I was eight and managed to ruin one of her 
favorite pots.  I never, ever heard the end of it.  Even now I hear, 
‘How you gonna get a husband, Gracie?  How you gonna feed a husband, 
Gracie?  You never learn to cook or clean!’”

“Well, hey, there are a lot of ways to solve that problem,” Phyli 
commented, quickly turning toward the kitchen.

Grace rose, glassware in hand.  She wobbled a bit unsteadily from the 
wine for a second before following the tousled blonde head.  She pushed 
through the swinging doors and set the glasses in the sink.  Phyli was 
not looking at her, but busying herself with rinsing the china.  Grace 
pressed herself against Phyli’s back.

“Yeah, like finding someone who can cook?” she murmured against her 
neck.

Phyli snickered.  "So I'm just 'someone' now?"

"Of course not.  You're someone who can cook!"  Grace rubbed her cheek 
against Phyli's shoulder.

Phyli sighed and set the dishes carefully in the drying rack.  She 
turned the water off and leaned back against Grace.  They stared out the 
window over the sink into the twilit woods.  “You scared the hell out of 
me today,” she whispered.

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you okay?”

“No, but I’m getting better every second I’m with you.”  Grace kissed 
her neck quietly.

“I won’t ask, I promise.”

“I will tell you.  Later.”

“Okay.”

Suddenly, a deer broke from the woods and darted across the field that 
was Phyli’s back yard.  Then another, and another.  Fully ten bolted 
through the tall grass before the buck, with an enormous rack of 
antlers, followed them, bounding easily and gracefully over obstacles.  
Then he, too, vanished into the woods on the other side of the field, 
swallowed by the darkness.

Grace stood still, staring after the herd in wonder.  “Does that happen 
often around here?”

“Yeah.  I’ve seen that herd before.  They come through a lot.”

“Wow.”

“I know.  It’s one of the reasons I love this place.”

“Have you always lived here by yourself?”

There was a pause, and Phyli started stroking Grace’s hands at her 
waist.  “No.”

“Was... um...”

“She was my first lover.”

“How long were you two together?”

“Ten years.”

“Wow.”

There was a long, awkward silence before Phyli spoke again.  “Her family 
leaned on her to have kids so much that she left.  Married some lawyer.”

“I’m sorry.”  Grace tightened her grip on Phyli.

“Irony is that she had her third miscarriage a month ago.”

“You still talk to her?”

“Like I could stop.”  Grace felt a tear splash across her wrist.  “She 
always tells me how much she misses me.”

“That must be hellish.”

“It is.  I finally told her that last time she called.  Haven’t talked 
to her since then.”

“Did you...did it happen like this?  When you met, I mean.”

Phyli gave a short laugh.  “No.  We were roommates in college.  It just 
kind of...happened one night.”

“Oh.”

“I’ve never gone this fast before.  Never felt this way.  I don’t know 
how it happened or why.  It just did.”  Phyli turned in her arms and 
kissed her forehead.  She kissed Grace’s eyelids softly and moved to her 
lips, pulling her into a consuming embrace.

Grace’s head was muzzy with wine, but her body knew enough to react, 
desperately throwing herself into the kiss.  Phyli’s lips were still 
sweet with chocolate and wine, Phyli’s hands were still firm and sure on 
her back and in her hair.  As the desire was rising, warm and tingling, 
their breath mixed until they were both giddy.  The break of the kiss 
was mutual as each gasped for air and a measure of control.

“I.. I should go get a shower,” Grace muttered, stepping back.

“Okay,” Phyli replied, letting her go.

Grace left the kitchen and found her way to the bathroom.  It was all 
off-white porcelain with brass and crystal fixtures.  It looked like 
something out of a fairyland to Grace’s altered state of mind.  She 
stripped off her sweats and climbed into the shower stall, pulling the 
opaque door closed behind her.  The water erupted from the shower head 
and rapidly warmed.  She moved under the pelting water and soaped 
herself quickly.  The steaming water scalded away the soap in moments.  
She turned her back to the water, lifted her hair, and let it beat 
against the knots in her neck.  Her eyes closed as the pounding liquid 
soothed her sore body.

After many minutes, there was a short blast of cold air.  She opened her 
eyes to darkness.  A hand brushed her stomach and she flinched.  The 
body the hand belonged to pressed against her carefully, unmistakably 
female, and she relaxed.

“I promised to rub your neck,” Phyli whispered.

“The water’s feeling good right now.  Could you just hold me for a 
while?”

“Of course.”

They stood in the darkness, wrapped around each other, hot water 
tumbling over them both.

Grace found herself, inevitably, kissing Phyli’s neck.  Phyli’s hands 
slid down to knead her buttocks, pulling Grace’s body against her.  
Grace held tight to her, kissing and biting where Phyli’s neck met her 
shoulder, and whimpered.  She felt her legs parting of their own accord, 
letting Phyli’s fingers slide in deeper to brush against the swollen 
lips of her vulva.  She trembled, feeling Phyli’s fingertips playing in 
the sudden warmth and wetness that surged there.  She was being teased 
and tantalized by the barest touches, the feeling of the muscular palms 
massaging the muscles of her thighs and ass, the lifting and separation 
of the cheeks, only to let them fall together again.

“Oh, God,” she moaned in Phyli’s ear.

“Turn around, put your hands on the wall,” Phyli whispered hoarsely, 
squeezing the twin globes she had just spent such time teasing.

Mutely, Grace turned.  Phyli, as if not trusting her to do it, took her 
wrists and set her palms flat against the wall, bending her body.  Grace 
trembled, unsure what was happening.  She felt panic rise in her breast 
for a moment before she remembered that it was Phyli who was with her in 
the humid darkness.

Phyli’s hands traveled from Grace’s wrists, gliding down her arms to her 
sides.  The fingertips rippled over her ribs, half-tickling and half-
exciting.  Grace gasped and wriggled a little, reaching to swat at the 
tickling hands.  Her wrist was firmly grasped and her hand placed back 
on the wall.

“Keep them on the wall,” Phyli said, a trace of force behind her words 
that sent a shiver down Grace’s back.  Her chest clenched on the fear 
and excitement that was awakening.  Phyli’s hand slid back to her side.  
The pair of hands then crossed back and forth across her abdomen, 
approaching, then just brushing the top of the black curls nestled 
between her thighs.  Suddenly, they grasped her hips and pulled back, 
lifting Grace carefully and setting her back down, bent fully at the 
waist, her legs parted.

Phyli’s thumbs slid across the backs of Grace’s thighs and then stroked 
upward, just grazing the hair that led to her cleft.  Grace whimpered 
feebly and felt her legs tremble from the sensation.  Was it so obvious 
that she loved this position?  Her swollen breasts ached, hanging under 
her, channeling water down over their nipples.  Phyli’s thumbs were 
slowly delving deeper and deeper, the slippery  heat opening and 
grasping for them.  They touched the sensitive ring at the entrance to 
her vagina, having stroked past both outer and inner labia.

“Oh, God, Phyli,” Grace moaned, letting her legs open to the limits of 
the sides of the shower.  Then she cried out as a warm, soft, slippery 
muscle entered her.  Phyli pushed her tongue in as deeply as she could, 
then withdrew it.  After a tantalizing, silent pause, Grace felt it 
reenter her, wringing another cry from her.  Her legs trembled 
desperately, the only thing keeping them from collapsing being Grace’s 
willpower and the continued thrusts of Phyli’s tongue, pressing deeply 
into her and holding her upright.

“Phyli, please,” she begged.  Her clitoris ached and throbbed with her 
racing pulse.  “Please.”

Still, the slow, measured cycle of penetration, withdrawal and reentry 
continued.  Grace was screaming with each entry, beseeching Phyli for 
mercy.  She even dared remove one of her hands from the wall to try to 
give herself relief.  Her hand was captured easily  and pulled to the 
side of her thigh, where the wrist was held in a gentle grasp of iron.

“Jesus, Phyli, please, I can’t take it,” she sobbed in final 
frustration.

The tongue withdrew completely, leaving her aching and throbbing, 
whimpering with need.  She felt Phyli stand and lean across her to place 
her hand back on the wall, then felt her move back so that Grace was 
left without physical contact for a moment that seemed to linger 
forever.  Just as panic was beginning to creep up to seize her throat, 
Phyli  touched her back to bend her further forward and then knelt 
between her spread legs.  Grace screamed as her tongue sent an electric 
jolt through her clitoris and up her spine.  She could not keep track of 
what that skilled muscle was doing, but Grace felt the pressure building 
faster than ever before.  As the pressure and pleasure went over the top 
of the pinnacle, she couldn’t even manage a scream, just a convulsion of 
rapture and a gasp.  Her eyes saw nonexistent flashbulbs of purple light 
as her breathing seized and Phyli kept her teetering back and forth over 
the edge.  She finally managed to spit out, “Fuck!” as she buckled 
forward against the wall.  Strong hands were holding up her hips, and in 
truth most of her body, and the tongue mercilessly  kept the orgasm 
rocking her.

As the sensitivity rocketed and reached the realm of discomfort, she 
screamed, “Stop!”  Phyli withdrew immediately, catching her lover in her 
arms as Grace folded to the floor.

Grace panted, drinking the air into her starved lungs.  “Oh...my...God,” 
she gasped.

Phyli swept Grace’s hair back from her face, rocking her gently.  
“Okay?” she asked, also panting for breath.

Grace nodded.  “Yes!”  She turned to kiss Phyli, tasting her own 
saltiness on Phyli’s lips and tongue.  They kissed hard and 
passionately, Grace biting gently into Phyli’s lower lip whenever they 
started to part.

They both squealed as the water suddenly turned cold.  Phyli managed to 
turn it off, leaving them both shivering and laughing in each other’s 
arms.  Phyli reached out of the stall and got a large, fluffy towel and 
wrapped it around Grace.  She started drying the other off vigorously.  
Grace was still giggling a little and helplessly let Phyli dry her.  
Phyli gently lifted her out of the stall and propped her against the 
wall for a moment, while Phyli did a much faster drying of herself.  
Then she stepped out and pressed against Grace, kissing her lightly on 
the lips.

“Can you walk?”

“Nope,” Grace replied with a silly, dreamy grin.

“So I guess I’m supposed to carry you to bed.”

“The bride is supposed to be carried to bed, isn’t she?”  There was a 
devilish twinkle in Grace’s eye.

Phyli looked down at both their bodies.  “Okay, well, who’s the bride in 
this one and who’s the groom?”

“Semantics, technicalities,” Grace replied, waving a hand distractedly.

“Is this how you always get when you have an orgasm and I just missed it 
last time?”

“Oh, no, it only happens when I have the most incredible orgasm I’ve 
ever had.”

“I’ll have to do it more often.  I like you like this.”

“Dazed?”

“Silly!”  With an Amazonian feat of strength, Phyli swept Grace into her 
arms, looked down at her heroically, and kissed her nose.  Grace giggled 
and wrapped her arms around Phyli’s neck.

“Okay, so you can sweep a girl off her feet.  Can you walk?”

“Of course I can.”  Phyli strode to the door of the bathroom and 
stopped.  “If you’ll open the damned door.”

“Of course.  Doors always ruin the most romantic interludes.”  Grace 
turned the knob and let the door swing open.  Phyli proceeded into the 
bedroom, still carrying Grace almost effortlessly.

When Phyli lay Grace down on the bed gently, Grace smiled up at her.  
“Okay, I’m properly amazed and dumbfounded.  You really must be a 
goddess.”

Phyli grinned lopsidedly.  “Nope.  Just dedicated to my Olympic 
weights.”  She posed for her.  Grace was indeed surprised to discover 
that under that soft facade were rippling muscles.  “I was a bodybuilder 
in college.  I’m not nearly as ripped as I once was.”

“That’s okay, I think I like you just like this.”  Grace reached up and 
stroked her thumbnail over one of Phyli’s nipples, eliciting a groan 
from deep inside the blonde’s chest.  “I think I much prefer large 
breasts.”

“It’s a good thing, too.  That’s where all my weight goes.”  Phyli 
smiled down at her.

Grace grabbed her arm.  “Get down here, you...”

Phyli lay down immediately, entwining herself with Grace.  They lay on 
their sides, just rubbing against each other, settling into a 
comfortable embrace.

“I love you,” Grace said finally.

“I love you too,” Phyli whispered huskily.

"Are you a dream?"

"I don't think so.  I've been wondering that about you."

"But then, wouldn't a dream say that?"

"Not necessarily," Phyli grinned, "My dreams always 'fess up."

Grace snuggled closer.  "I guess it doesn't matter, even if you are a 
dream.  You're still one of the best things that's happened in my life 
in a long time."

"We've only known each other, what, four days?"

"So?  In the 16 hours we've been sleeping together, you've rocked my 
world as hard or harder than anyone else ever did.  I'd say that's a 
healthy start."  Grace giggled and ran her fingernails over Phyli's 
side.  Phyli squealed and jumped.

"No tickling!" she protested.

Grace continued to tickle.  "Is that an order?" she teased.

Phyli managed to wriggle away and spring out of bed.  Grace struck a 
pose, laying on her side, half-raising herself on one knee as if to 
crawl across the bed.  Her damp hair swept forward across half her face 
and she looked up through it with eyes dark with desire.  After 
lingering a moment in the pose, she started to crawl across the bed.

"Damn it, you're too feline," Phyli  groused, watching her every 
movement.  "Where the hell did you learn to move like that?"

Grace pressed her face into Phyli's stomach and started licking her way 
up, catching stray drops of water on her tongue.  She purred as she 
nuzzled the underside of one of Phyli's breasts, then lapped over both 
breasts rapidly.  Her back arched as she reached up for Phyli's 
collarbone and throat.  She bit Phyli's throat, scraping her teeth 
harshly across the skin.  Phyli groaned and held her head as Grace began 
to suck and bite.  Grace moved up and down the one side of her throat, 
worrying her earlobe at times.  Phyli  caught herself on the edge of the 
bed with her knee to keep from tipping forward onto Grace.

Grace snarled suddenly, rearing up and twisting to throw Phyli onto the 
bed.  Phyli gave a short cry of alarm, then found Grace atop her, 
licking her lips.  Phyli opened her mouth to say something and Grace 
tongued into her mouth briefly, then started to bite and claw her way 
down Phyli's body.  Grace raked her nails over Phyli's nipples, down her 
sides, across her stomach and down the inside of her thighs.  Grace 
found herself being caught up in the role of the animal, a driving 
sensuality overriding her humanity and blotting out her thinking self.  
Her own body was alive with sensation.  It felt like a static discharge 
every time she rubbed her body against Phyli.  The power of the innate 
animal was overwhelming her.  All her senses were sharpened with a 
dagger's edge of desire.  She grew more savage, biting, growling, 
scratching.  Phyli was convulsing under her, crying out and writhing, 
pumping her hips up in wordless supplication.

She darted her tongue along Phyli's cleft, nipping at the lips.  Phyli's 
whimper turned into a cry, and Grace took that as a signal to open her 
with her nails and lap viciously at the swelling she found there, enough 
to stimulate, not enough for anything else.  Minutes passed, with the 
sound of Grace's lapping tongue and Phyli's cries the only break in the 
silence.

"Grace, damn it.  Please," Phyli begged.

Grace kept at her pace, remembering her own gasping entreaties.  She 
raked her nails down the inside of Phyli's thighs, under her knees, 
tickling just enough to make her jump and spasm.  Grace lapped in long 
strokes, varying the speed from desperately fast to infuriatingly slow.  
She kept Phyli rising to the edge and sliding back away from it.

"I can't take it anymore, Grace," Phyli whimpered.

Some devil made Grace slow down and lighten her touch.  Phyli screamed 
with frustration and arched her back, thrusting her hips up.  Grace 
pulled her head back, looking up mischievously through her hair.  Phyli 
took this opportunity to scramble free and pounce on Grace.

Grace was unprepared for the power of Phyli's attack.  She was bowled 
backward to the foot of the bed.  Phyli was on top of her, wrestling 
with her wrists.  Grace had a sudden image of a lioness attacking a 
housecat, just before she began struggling and swinging.  Phyli had the 
advantage of strength and weight but Grace had also taken training to 
deal with those advantages.  They growled, snarled, and grappled.  Grace 
focused her attention on keeping herself out of any firm hold or pin, 
squirming and twisting as to make it nearly impossible.  She found 
herself hissing and clawing, the savage passion that had been awakened 
in her surging out in the contest.

The bloodlust that was rising distracted Grace from her trained combat 
awareness.  Phyli managed to clamp her hand around the back of Grace's 
neck and pin her, face down on the bed.  She kicked savagely, straining 
her arms to push herself upright.  She was rolled onto her back roughly 
and she snarled up at her captor.  Phyli knelt facing Grace's feet, 
pinning her arms.  She lowered herself to Grace's mouth.  "Lick," she 
growled.

Grace licked once and stopped.  Phyli kneaded her breasts harshly and 
clawed the nipples.  Grace cried out and arched her back, only to find 
her mouth buried in Phyli.  She began to suck and lick frantically.  
Phyli clawed and squeezed to reward her, finally pinching Grace's 
swollen, wet labia and vibrating rapidly from side to side.  Grace 
attacked Phyli's clitoris directly and viciously.

Phyli screamed, falling forward onto her hands.  Her hips bucked wildly 
against Grace's mouth and she kept screaming until she ran out of breath 
completely.  After more long moments of shuddering and gasping, she 
dropped to her side with a groan.

"Phyli?" Grace said, moving around to hold her.

Sobs wracked the muscular body, tears streaked her face.  Grace entwined 
their bodies, pulling her head down to lay on Grace's less generous, but 
still soft, breast.  Phyli clutched to her, weeping helplessly.  Grace 
stroked her hair, comforting as best she could.

Several minutes crept by.  Phyli took a long, shuddering breath and 
opened her eyes, looking up at Grace.  Grace smiled.

"That was intense," Phyli said hoarsely.

"Yeah, it was."

"I've never been like that before."

"Like how?"

"So...out of control, rough I guess."

"I liked it."

"I'm glad, I was afraid for a moment it was too much."

"I don't think it could be too much with you."

"What started it?"

Grace shrugged gently.  "It started with being enticing and just went.. 
animal."

Phyli kissed the hollow of her throat gently.  "I guess I'm one of those 
people with the former impression that women didn't do that.  Kirsten 
and I had a great sex life, but it was never even approaching anything 
like that."

"Did you like it?"

"Yeah.  That scares me a little."

"Don't let it.  For one thing, I love the rough stuff."

Phyli propped herself up to look down into her face.  "What about the 
rest?"

She smiled up.  "I have loved everything we've done.  I wouldn't trade 
an instant of gentle lovemaking with you for an instant of kink with 
you."

"What else do you like?"

Grace looked thoughtful.  "I used to be into playing in some stuff, S&M, 
B&D, D&S, whatever you want to call it.  It got...out of hand."

"From what I understand, it's easy to lose control of."

"Yeah."  She stroked Phyli's cheek.  "I like being spontaneous with
you.  
Anything we do, I'll love.  As long as you enjoy it too.  Okay?"

"Okay."

"You know what?"

"What?"

"I love you."

"You're beautiful."

"I can't believe how strong you are."

"You're incredibly sexy when you growl."

"Really?"

"Yep.  Now, how many claw marks of honor did I garner?"

Grace leaned up some and looked down at Phyli's body.  She had some long 
red welts, but only one, across her left side, was bleeding.  "Oh, shit, 
I'm sorry," she said, touching next to it gingerly.

"It's okay.  Don't worry about it."  Phyli grinned down at her.  "I t's 
not like you amputated my leg or anyhing."

Grace lay still and let herself drowse to the beat of Phyli's heart.  
Though she did want to talk more, the experiences of the evening caught 
up with her and she fell asleep.



(to be continued)

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