UNDER CONSTRUCTION

The Duel - Day 3

Round #3 in the week-long Flash Fiction duel between Selena Jardine and Alexis Siefert.

Yet again, DrSpin posted a Selena offering, followed immediately by "Father Iggy" tacking up an Alexis reposte.

Like a Woman

By Selena Jardine

(Flash Fiction - 291 words)

The fugue ground to its close, the sound of the two cellos winding around each other in the small apartment.

"That's good," said Peter. "We've got that one down. Just a little more work and I think it'll be downright orgasmic." He put his bow on the floor and passed a knowing, caressing hand over the curves and planes of his cello before putting it next to the bow.

He always did that, thought Jane. He had said so many times - usually to the new female cellists in the orchestra, usually with the intention of getting into their pants - that the cello was like a woman. It was shaped like a woman, with a woman's temperament. You had to treat it right, he said to these wide-eyed newcomers, or it wouldn't respond.

Peter looked at her, his face flushed from the vigorous playing. He came over and stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders.

"Play," he said.

She played something he didn't know. His hands moved over her body as she moved the bow. He found her breasts, caressing the nipples into hardness, moving to her waist, unzipping her skirt. The cello groaned into silence and sagged to one side as he dipped into her pussy and circled her clit until she came, shivering in his arms, never quite losing hold of the instrument.

They lay together, afterwards. "What was that you were playing?" he asked, curiously. "It was so passionate. Beautiful."

She'd planned to tell him the next day, in a note left on the table. "Something I've been practicing with someone else," she said.

He gathered up his clothes without looking at her. He ground her rosin into the carpet with his heel as he left.

Ride

A FlashFic by Alexis Siefert, 2002

285 Words

"Don't touch me, Claudia. I hurt."

"First bike ride of the season? Overdid it a bit, did we?"

"Don't be sarcastic. I'm going to take a shower."

"Can I join you?"

"No. I hurt. I don't want to play."

Lauren stood under the hot water, letting it pound over her neck and shoulders. Her arms were stiff from holding the handlebars, her calves hurt, her thighs burned. Always happened on the first ride. By the time she'd realised she had gone too far, she still had to come back. Over-eager, overly ambitious.

A blast of cool air startled her. Claudia pushed the curtain and aside and offered aspirin and a glass of water.

"I bring offerings of peace," she said. "Can I join you?"

Without waiting for a response, she slipped under the water, wrapping her arms around Lauren's waist and held her soapy, slippery body tight. Claudia pulled Lauren's hips snugly against her own and reached for the soap and sponge.

Neck first, around her throat. She could feel the pulse pounding under her fingertips. As water rinsed suds, Claudia lowered her mouth to Lauren's shoulder, nibbling softly as she lovingly stroked her back and sides. Around her belly and down, over her hips, between her legs.

She knelt behind her and soaped her thighs. They were taut and tense from the ride, and shaking from exertion. Lauren's hands braced against the water-warm tiles and she arched, pressing her legs back against the kneeling woman's lips.

"Turn around. Sit on the edge--let me do your feet."

She sat on the tub's edge, the vinyl curtain pressed against her wet back, her thighs spread. "It's not my feet I want you to do."

Gary waited briefly to see if he was going to say anything unexpected. When nothing came out, his face broke into a wide grin. He began to clap, and stood to continue.

Souvie looked over at Des and winked. She then leaned up to pinch Gary on the cheek. "Oh, you know you like it when we put words into your mouth."

Gary just grinned wider and continued clapping.

Desdmona smiled, realizing the pain in the arse GAry had been wondering about must have subsided.

"So, Souvs, this week of Flash Fiction is pretty darn good, don't ya think?"

"Uh-huh!"

"MMmmm-mmm." GAry attempted to add, but unfortunately his mouth wouldn't open, as if it were sewn shut.

"Ah, poor guy! Too bad." Des said, and then her face lit up like, well, not like a tip of a penis soaked in gasoline, but more like a gal with nonviolent mischief on her mind. "Hey, I've got an idea!"

"What, WHAT?" Souvie asked enthusiastically.

Des threw open her purse and began to rummage, desperately seeking her red lipstick. "Voila!" she said when she found it. "We can use this to paint a smile on GAry's face, and he won't have to talk anymore!"

"Mmmm-mmmm."

"He's shaking his head, do you think he's trying to say no?" Souvie asked.

"Mmmm-mmm!"

"I don't know, and I'd hate to make the mistake of assuming what he might say. Celia, what do you think? Is GAry shaking his head to say, no?"

Celia squeezed back up to the table, she might have thought no one saw her there, but it would be impossible to miss her presence. "we don't think head shaking is much of a definitive clue as to what he might be really thinking."

"Maybe he's got water in his ears." Souvie offered.

"Yes, yes, that could be it." Des said.

"Or maybe he's intercepting some telepathically wavelength, and he's shaking his head to get a better reception."

"You may be on to something there, Celia. But no matter, whatever this incessant head shaking and mumbling is about, we know he's enjoying the Flash Fiction, and he NEEDS the painted smile. Agreed?"

"Agreed!" The women shouted together.

A mild skirmish ensued. Luckily, celia and Des had practiced fighting before and were able to put their honed muscles to good use. Each held an arm, while Souvie painted a lovely, if a bit thick-lipped, smile on GAry's face.

Tesseract pointed. Dr. Spin and Father Nat, the siamese twins, were arguing over whether their shared face should also be painted.

Dr. Spin and Father Nat glanced over to the foursome's table, both with surly looks on their face.

"It's dead easy to tell us apart. He drinks bourbon and coke, and never in a million years would I," uttered Dr.Spin

"Good Lord, you hooligans, settle down! There's more to come." Father Nat admonished.

Des, Celia, and Souvie bowed their heads, a little embarrassed. But GAry curiously just grinned.Desdmona smiled, realizing the pain in the arse GAry had been wondering about must have subsided.

Round #4 in the week-long Flash Fiction duel between Selena Jardine and Alexis Siefert.