Sodom and Detroit (6 page)

The grin he gave her was genuinely happy, as if what
she said was his heart’s fondest desire. She couldn’t help but
smile back.

“Fantastic. At the end of your stay, I’ll reveal
myself to you. If we decide to continue something after that
point—and I hope we will—it will be with a greater understanding of
what our fantasies are than most couples have after a lifetime of
being together.” He gripped her hips, sliding her wet cleft along
the ridged veins of his cock.

She gasped and tried to shift so he would fill her
again. Finally, a man with the stamina to keep up with her. Usually
her lovers passed out long before she was ready to call it a
night.

His smile turned exceedingly wicked, and he said,
“Pizzariffic.”

She gave a shocked gasp as he disappeared. She was
left staring at rumpled white silk sheets. “What! How dare he!”
Then she began to giggle and said, “Pizzariffic.”

Trinity sipped her mimosa, then kicked her feet up
on the coffee table in front of them. They were enjoying the
morning in the living room of their suite, indulging in a huge
breakfast full of the foods both normally avoided. Right now Maeve
was all about indulgence, and she groaned at the taste of the
French toast dipped in real maple syrup.

“You, my girl, are totally glowing.” Trinity
smirked. She wore a white tank top and purple soccer shorts that
showed off every inch of her slender legs.

Maeve ignored her and pulled the edges of her black
silk chemise with its white lace ruffle over her knees while
licking the syrup from her fingers. “It was totally beyond anything
ever. I did a fantasy with another guest, and he was
totally…totally…”

Trinity held her glass up in a salute and said,
“Finally!”

“Finally what?” She narrowed her eyes and leaned
back. The leather couch creaked, and she relaxed into its
comfort.

“Finally someone managed to crack through your hard
shell.” Trinity leaned over and snatched a piece of bacon off her
plate. “You always date guys you have no chance of ever falling in
love with. You avoid the good ones like the plague.”

Maeve avoided Trinity’s stare and looked at the
ceiling instead. “I do not.”

“Really?” The sarcasm in Trinity’s voice was thick
enough to eat. “Shall I trot out your track record?”

“No, Mother, that won’t be necessary.” Maeve pushed
up from the couch. She strode over to the window and looked down
the side of the building to the resort’s fabulous pools. There was
even a massive waterslide that went over the pool bar. It was still
early morning, but little dots of color moved around in the bright
blue water.

Trinity joined her by the window and slung an arm
over her shoulders. “You know I’m just teasing.”

Maeve looped her arm around Trinity’s waist. “I
know. I wish it was easy for me to fall in love. I just, well, I
was hurt pretty bad by my first guy I fell in love with, and I
guess it left an impression on me.”

“The mysterious Rafe? That guy you had me doing an
Internet search for that night we drank too much good vodka?”

“Yeah, that one.” Maeve sighed. Their searches had
proved fruitless. After graduating at the top of his class from
MIT, he’d seemed to vanish from the face of the earth. “Anyway,
it’s well past time to move on.”

“Wow.”

“Wow what?”

“Wow, that guy you had a fantasy with last night
must have an amazing dick.”

Maeve shoved her away and laughed. “And how was your
fantasy?”

Trinity became uncharacteristically quiet. “It was
good.”

Sensing a juicy story, Maeve gave one of Trinity’s
curls a teasing tug. Usually Trinity would go into great and
sometimes TMI details about her sexual conquests. To have her just
say it was good was unheard of. “How good?”

Trinity padded across the thick carpet and selected
a croissant from the plundered silver breakfast tray. “I met
someone too.”

Maeve followed her and pretended to choke Trinity,
and she laughed and pushed Maeve onto the couch. “Okay, see, I have
this thing for…”

Maeve raised her eyebrows. “For…?” What could the
fabulous Trinity possibly be embarrassed about? She had drop-dead
gorgeous men throwing themselves at her on a regular basis.

A hot blush stained Trinity’s cheeks. “For short,
geeky guys.”

“You
what
?” Maeve couldn’t have been more
surprised if Trinity had said she adored marshmallow Peeps in a
carnal fashion. “What about that pro-football player you dated? Or
that underwear model from France? They are hardly what I would call
geeky.”

Trinity shoved a chunk of the croissant in her
mouth, then mumbled around it. “Geeky guys never come talk to me,
and when I try to talk to them, they spaz out. Plus I’m tall. Short
guys get intimidated by me.”

“You know, I never thought I’d feel bad that my best
friend wasn’t hit on by a nerd.” The other half of the croissant
sailed at Maeve’s head, and she laughed. “So did you manage to meet
your geek in shining armor last night?”

“Oh yeah. He wanted a fantasy about being held as a
sexual prisoner by an Amazon. My hostess saw the open call and
hooked the two of us up.”

“Kinky,” Maeve commented and gave Trinity a devilish
grin. “What did he look like?”

Trinity fanned herself with her hand. “He’s about
four inches shorter than me. I think he is Irish or something. He
has this pale skin with these delicious freckles on his shoulders.
He’s not ripped, but he has a really lean strength.”

“And his…?” Maeve made the universal gesture for
cock.

“Like a Shetland pony.” Trinity smiled and actually
licked her lips. “I told him I would meet him at the pool later
this morning.”

Maeve felt an unexpected twinge of jealousy. She was
surprised to find that her feelings for her sheik hadn’t dimmed
after a good night’s sleep. Instead they had deepened to the point
where if she knew what room he was staying in, she would have shown
up with breakfast—in the nude. “Wish I was meeting my mystery man.
I won’t see him again until my fantasy tonight.”

“Who knows, maybe he’ll be at the pool. Did you look
like yourself?”

The thought cheered her up, and she mentally ran
through the selection of bikinis she’d brought with her. “Yeah, I
did. But he said he looked different in real life. I think the
woman’s face was different too.”

“What?” Trinity screeched. “You got it on with
another girl?”

Maeve blushed so hard her ears burned. “We need to
get dressed.”

Trinity laughed until she fell on the floor. “I
never knew. Should I be jealous that you didn’t try to make a move
on me?”

Maeve ignored her and stepped over her laughing
friend on the way to her room.

“I bet I can eat some really good pussy!” Trinity
yelled, now almost doubled over in laughter.

Ignoring that remark, Maeve decided to join Trinity
at the pool and give her shit about her geek.

The warm July sun relaxed Maeve as she lay back on
the cushioned lounge chair. With her sunblock applied and her
sunglasses that matched her tiny emerald green bikini in place,
relaxation melted into her bones. She refused to let the fact that
she wasn’t a size 6 keep her from wearing the gorgeous bikini she’d
picked up in Rio. Normally this tiny bit of cloth would be
considered scandalous, but at Sodom she blended right in. Quite a
few women were topless, but she wasn’t feeling that bold—yet. Maybe
a few more chocolate martinis would change her mind, in addition to
the three she’d already downed.

She watched Trinity with an amused grin and let the
rich and icy chocolate liqueur flow down her throat.

A pale guy with freckles and a full head of blazing
red hair sat on the edge of the pool with Trinity, and they were
holding hands while splashing their feet in the water. It was
almost disgusting how cute they were together.

They certainly got their share of double takes.
Trinity wore an orange bikini even smaller than Maeve’s, and it
accentuated her lean frame. Jerald, her geek in shining armor, had
a liberal application of sunblock on his shoulders, and his pale
skin was a stark contrast to her dark beauty. But Maeve had to
admit he was cute in his own way and the glimpse she’d caught of
his swim trunks tightening against his groin as he sat confirmed
that he was indeed hung like a Shetland pony.

There was a cluster of guys, buff and waxed, on the
other side of the pool who were staring at Jerald like he had two
heads. Maeve licked some liqueur off her lip and snickered as
Trinity and Jerald shared a kiss hot enough to make the metrosexual
herd rumble in disbelief.

“Maeve?” a soft and familiar voice said from over
her shoulder.

She turned and almost dropped her martini. Standing
in a one-piece shimmering ice blue bathing suit that clung to her
figure like it was painted on was Sula.

“Sula?” The woman looked the same as in her fantasy
last night. The same teacup breasts with large nipples now poking
through the material of her bathing suit. The same full lips and
exotic voice.

“Yep. Well, actually my name’s Annie, but I like
Sula better.” She grinned and sat on the lounge chair across from
Maeve. As she turned, Maeve saw the back of Sula’s bathing suit was
practically nonexistent. Her perfect little golden bottom was fully
exposed and looked good enough that even Maeve wanted to sink her
teeth into it. Well, that explained the men watching them from the
edge of the pool. She felt a flutter of excitement as she realized
they were quickly becoming the center of the male attention.

Drinking the rest of her martini in one gulp, Maeve
struggled to figure out what to do. If Sula were a man, she would
know how to handle the situation. A woman was an entirely new
experience.

“So, uh, how are you?” Maeve was glad she wore her
dark glasses, because her gaze kept returning to Sula’s hard
nipples. A not unwelcome flush of heat warmed her pussy as she
realized Sula was staring at her breasts as well.

“I saw you across the pool. I can’t believe this is
actually your body.” Sula lay back on the lounge chair and turned
her face to the sun. Her profile was delicate and graceful with a
little pert nose. “I thought for sure breasts as lovely as yours
had to be part of the fantasy.”

Maeve stared at Sula and tried to think of a snappy
comeback. “Thank you.” Damn, could she sound a little more lame?
She tried again. “You’re lovely too. I didn’t think you were real
either.”

Sula turned her head and gave Maeve a wicked grin.
“Your breasts would look great with a little color. I’ll go topless
if you will.”

She watched with wide eyes and parted lips as Sula
slipped the top of her one-piece off and rolled it down around her
waist. The tiny bit of material hardly made a bunch against her
lean torso. From the pool came a rumble of male approval. Out of
the corner of her eye, Maeve saw that the crowd had grown. A few
couples were out there as well and one man whispered in his woman’s
ear as she watched Maeve and Sula with heavy-lidded eyes.

Maeve’s exhibitionist streak had her tugging at the
green string around her back. Before she could have second
thoughts, the top slid down her shoulders and joined her neglected
book on the table next to her chair. The sounds of approval were
louder from the crowd now, and a few guys whistled.

Sula smiled and stretched out, her nipples dark and
long. Maeve forgot their audience and licked her lips. The memory
of how responsive Sula was to nipple play flitted through her mind,
and she wondered if she could make her come just by licking
them.

“Can I have some of your sunblock please? Oddly
enough I don’t get many chances to go topless sunbathing in
Oklahoma,” Sula said with a giggle.

“Sure.” Maeve’s voice came out in a husky rasp, and
she handed the bottle to Sula. It felt very odd to have her breasts
moving freely about in the warm air. She darted a glance at the
couple watching them. The woman’s head leaned back against her
man’s chest, and his hand moved beneath the water, stroking
her.

“Can you put it on for me? You do me, and I’ll do
you.”

There was no question at all about what Sula meant
by that.

Maeve’s thighs clenched together as her hard clit
rasped against the fabric of her bikini bottom. She squirted some
lotion onto her hands and knelt next to Sula, taking a deep breath.
She could smell the coconut of the lotion and the faint musk of
Sula’s arousal.

Keeping her eyes locked on the woman’s breasts, she
gently stroked the lotion over them and sighed. Small and firm,
Sula’s breasts were nice, soft handfulls against her palms. The
hard tips of her nipples created a little bit of friction in the
middle of all that smoothness. She shifted on her knees and
clenched her thighs again. All these men wanted Sula, but she was
Maeve’s.

With that thought in mind, she used the pad of her
finger and ran it around each dark tip. Sula gave a soft moan and
scissored her legs together. Maeve loved giving pleasure. She got
off almost as much from making someone else feel good as she did in
receiving. Licking her lower lip, she gave Sula’s sensitive nipple
a sharp pinch. This time her cry of passion was loud, and the men
at the pool shouted encouragement.

Sula pulled her down by the back of her head. Her
breasts brushed over Sula’s, and she shifted her shoulders so their
nipples pressed together. Sula whispered against her mouth, “Come
with me. While I normally don’t mind an audience, I want you all to
myself.”

Maeve nodded, and Sula gently kissed her with a soft
and smooth stroke of her lips before releasing her with a sigh.
Maeve gathered up her abandoned top and wrap, ignoring Trinity’s
shocked stare. The men at the pool groaned in disappointment but
found a new target for their lust in the couple that had been
watching her.