SoloPlay (3 page)

Alisa shook her head and tried to reclaim her hand.

“Tell me about the hurt,” Crystal demanded softly, holding onto her fingers.

How on earth did she know?
Alisa shrugged, attempting to banish the lingering depression and anxiety that had been dogging her since her mother’s call. What if she never found the man of her dreams? Or worse—what if, like her mother, she married a man who not only didn’t satisfy her but also made her miserable? Still, it was ridiculous to talk about her parents’ train wreck of a marriage when there was a hot lesbian holding her hand in the back room of a sex shop, for God’s sake.
Although, since I’m frigid, I’m unlikely to do anything else
, she thought hopelessly.

She met Crystal’s heavy gaze, unable to give voice to her curiosity or desire. Crystal leaned closer, bringing with her the scent of musk, of sex. Alisa shivered, and Crystal soothed her shudders by stroking her arm. Her eyes grew mischievous. “Well, at least now I know how one hot librarian in Norton likes to spend her lunch hour. Are the rest of them like you?” she asked lightly, letting her gently off the hook.

Alisa smiled, thinking of Beth, her desk mate at the library. “A few,” she answered.

“God help us all.” Crystal reached toward her to tuck an escaping lock of hair behind her ear. “I can’t resist a frustrated librarian who looks like Barbie’s younger sister.” Alisa wasn’t at all surprised when Crystal tugged the band out of her hair. Released from its loose bun, her long blond hair fell in a wave onto her shoulders, down her back.

“Will you let me help you?” Crystal murmured, threading gentle hands through her hair.

Alisa stared at Crystal, so close, stroking her hair. Her eyes dropped to the soft, pale rectangle of skin above her thigh-high boot, then rose to the curving swell of her breasts in their leather confinement. The sharp desire to touch this beautiful woman was unfamiliar and shocking, exhilarating. If she had felt this way with Eric, everything would have been very different.

It was easier than she would have imagined to say, “Yes.”

Crystal’s hand shaped her skull, angled her head.

Alisa stopped breathing. Her eyes slid shut as she waited.

She felt Crystal’s breath, then the touch of her lips. Soft. Sparks flashed behind her eyelids. Breath rushed into her lungs, and she moved into Crystal’s embrace, seeking a deeper connection. She felt Crystal’s smile against her mouth, felt her hand drift across her collarbone, then pause near her breast. She sighed as Crystal’s hand dropped to her lap.

Paper crinkled. Alisa realized she was still holding her purchase when Crystal tugged the bag out of her stiff fingers.

“Product demonstration?” she asked. One dark eyebrow arched in invitation and a smile tilted her lips. Alisa nodded slowly. Heat and electricity charged her skin and her heart began to race. Crystal rose from the couch and walked to the small sink in the corner of the room. Alisa heard water running and realized she must be washing the butterfly.

She waited, barely breathing, until Crystal returned from the sink and slid to her knees on the floor. Soft hands parted Alisa’s thighs, pushing her khaki skirt up to the top of her legs. She held very still when Crystal’s fingers slipped under the elastic of her panties and began to ease them over her hips.

“Lift up.” Now she was naked under her skirt.

Crystal looked at her there. Alisa felt her cheeks burn.

“So pretty,” she said, slipping one finger through Alisa’s moisture with a sure touch, making her jump. Crystal settled the cold plastic butterfly between Alisa’s legs and rocked it against her wetness before she flipped the switch.

Alisa tried to scoot away from the startling vibration, but Crystal held her still with a strong hand on her thigh. “Hang on.” She wiggled the butterfly, moving it down. “Tell me when it gets good.”

Alisa clamped her eyes shut.

Down, down. A glimmer flashed on the backs of her eyelids. Oh, that felt good. Tiny little nibbles, wiggling, flipping. Oh, oh, she felt…

The butterfly dropped out of range. The glimmer receded. Alisa opened her eyes. Crystal was watching her with a gentle smile, crouched between her thighs, holding the butterfly against her with one hand. The position forced her breasts above the top of the bustier, and Alisa could see the rosy edge of one nipple. She wanted to see more. Just the thought made her—

Crystal moved the butterfly up a bit. Alisa couldn’t bite back the cry that flew from her throat when the glimmer returned, full force.

“Feel good?”

Alisa moaned.

“Say it.” Crystal turned a knob on the vibrator and the butterfly went wild. “Tell me it feels good.”

Higher, higher. Crystal moved the butterfly a tiny bit higher and fireworks burst behind Alisa’s eyelids. Everything became much brighter, clearer. She felt as if tiny sparks of light were flowing through her veins and into her extremities, lighting up her fingertips, her feet, her lips. So
this
was an orgasm. Alisa opened her eyes, astonished.

“Say it.” Crystal’s dark eyes encouraged her.

“Yes,” Alisa whispered, and with that admission, the sparks exploded. Her hips arched off the couch. Waves of pleasure raced from her center, through her limbs and back again. Alisa chased the pulsing, rippling, tingling, starburst lights.

Crystal continued to do things with the butterfly, things Alisa didn’t understand or care about as long as she kept moving the vibrator into exactly the right place at the right time. Alisa kept her eyes shut, but her thighs were open as wide as they could go. She would let Crystal do anything she wanted as long as it felt like this. A whole world of rapture had existed inside her, untapped, invisible until this moment.

Gradually, the glow began to fade. Alisa felt Crystal pull the butterfly away from her. Cool air made her shiver, and Crystal soothed her with knowing fingers. Alisa wanted her to… Actually, she wasn’t sure what she wanted her to do, but she was lonely when Crystal took her hands away.

After a minute, she heard water running from the sink in the corner.

When Alisa dragged her eyelids open, Crystal was sitting next to her on the couch with her legs crossed and the bag was sitting on the coffee table.

“There.” Crystal’s nod was cheerful, not smug. “Not frigid. Unfortunately for me, not gay either.”

Alisa mewled a protest and struggled to sit up.

“No, it’s okay. I knew that,” Crystal said.

Alisa wasn’t so sure. She certainly hadn’t felt like
that
with Eric. No fireworks, no sparks, nothing. Being gay explained everything.

Crystal stroked Alisa’s thigh, smoothing her skirt back into place. “You are definitely on a journey, sweetie.”

“I’ve never felt like that before,” Alisa said.

“That, my friend, was just the tip of the iceberg. There are things your body can do, things you’ve never dreamed existed.” Her easy smile made Alisa tingle. “I guarantee that after spending a few weeks with me, the next man you take to bed will not think you’re frigid.” Crystal’s hand was warm on her hip. Alisa reveled in the way her heart beat faster. “I’d also like to help you understand what you need and why you haven’t found it.”

Doubt pricked Alisa’s euphoria. “Are you asking me to be one of your clients?” she asked.

Crystal laughed as she shook her head. “My techniques are unconventional, but I don’t have sex with my clients. Jealousy is bad for business.” Her hand moved from Alisa’s hip to her knee, then dipped under her skirt. “I’d like to have a lot more sex with you, though.” She leaned forward.

Crystal’s lips whispered over the uncertain line of her mouth at the same instant her long finger slid inside Alisa’s body. Alisa’s mouth opened in a gasp. The arch of her hips nearly knocked them both off the wide couch. She felt Crystal’s touch everywhere—on her lips, where Crystal’s supple mouth skated and slid with such knowing skill, on the bright points of her nipples, burning beneath her bra, and between her legs, where Crystal’s fingers were quickly building another inferno. She opened her thighs in invitation.

Crystal filled her with one finger, then two, then three, an impossible fullness that made her groan. She thrust her hips in a short, tight arc that made bright flames flash behind her eyelids.

“That’s right. Follow the lights,” Crystal encouraged. She continued to press soft kisses on Alisa’s lips. Her tongue teased the corners of her mouth, darting inside in a deeper kiss that mimicked Alisa’s frantic motions against her hand. “I’ve got two fingers pressed against your G-spot, by the way. Can you feel that?”

“Yes, yes, I, ohh—” Pleasure rushed through her in a languid wave, lifting her toward another kind of satisfaction.

“Wait.” Crystal darted across the room, shedding her bustier as she went. She pulled a plastic container from a small display rack next to her desk. Alisa’s brows drew together in question as Crystal extracted a thin, slim-tipped, purple wand from its packaging. She groaned as Crystal paused at the sink.

Finally, she strode back to the couch. Her breasts, now freed from confinement, bounced gently. The high curves were as perfect as Alisa had imagined them, and her mouth watered at the sight of Crystal’s dark pink nipples. She swallowed and licked her lips. She felt a blush color her cheeks. She wanted to watch Crystal have an orgasm too.

“After you.” Crystal laughed softly.

Psychic, right.
Alisa was sure her face was fiery red now.

Crystal slid onto the floor again and pulled Alisa’s hips to the edge of the couch. She yanked the skirt off her hips and slid it down her legs, urging her knees apart with one hand. Alisa clenched and wiggled beneath her intent gaze. “Oh, that’s hot,” Crystal said before she dipped her head and licked the bright spot within her folds.

Alisa screamed. No one had ever done
that
to her before. Dimly, she heard a buzzing, and then felt a cool, hard, tickling slide. It made her skin itch, then sing, with pleasure.

“What is that?” Alisa gasped hoarsely. She watched Crystal move the device ever so slightly side-to-side inside her quivering body.

“G-spot vibe. SoloPlay’s finest. Hang on.”

Alisa’s hands clawed the cushions as the soft waves of pleasure returned with hurricane force. She spread her legs to give Crystal full access, spread so wide that her butt began to spasm, but even the cramping muscles couldn’t pull her focus from the insane waves of need pulsing and beckoning between her thighs. She heard a keening sound and knew she was screaming again, but how could she stay silent when it felt like she was going to implode?

“Let it take you, Alisa.” Crystal dipped her head.

Alisa climaxed in helpless spasms that flashed radiantly, engulfing her, blinding her. Every new touch, every soft breath sent ripples of ecstasy that lapped at her fingers and toes and then rushed back to her center, where Crystal’s tongue still moved against her.

At last, Alisa moaned, “No more.” She slumped on the couch.

The vibration left her body, replaced by Crystal’s hand as she continued to gently soothe her, to ease her back to sanity.

Alisa cracked her eyelids. The world looked different to her now. “Holy shit,” she whispered. Her gaze rested on Crystal’s hand as it moved between her thighs, still making her tingle. Gratitude welled up inside her and Alisa suddenly wanted to bring Crystal the joy she was feeling. She struggled to find her voice.

“Show me what to do,” Alisa whispered. “Touch yourself. Show me what I look like when I…come.” As the words left her mouth, she realized it was the first time she had ever asked for anything during a sexual encounter. Apprehension made her body feel tight and cold. She looked at the floor, the walls, the door, everywhere but at Crystal, who now had the power to deny her. Alisa closed her eyes against the panic. She felt Crystal pull her hand away, sensed her rising from the floor. She blinked away tears, ready to bolt, but when her vision cleared, Crystal stood in front of her.

“Relax, Alisa. I’m glad you asked me to come for you.” She inched her leather skirt above her thighs and slid her black g-string over her hips. She was shaved bare, except for a small patch of dark hair above her mound. Her puffy outer lips pouted around the swollen, pink folds. She braced her knees against the couch, on either side of Alisa, who stared open-mouthed as Crystal used one hand to pull her labia taut and the other to ruthlessly pluck her pink clit as she ground against her fingers. Moisture coated Crystal’s finger as she opened to her own touch. “This is going to be quick,” she warned.

Alisa couldn’t take her eyes off her.
You want to touch her—do it.
Before she lost her nerve, she leaned forward to touch Crystal’s wrist. “May I?” she asked tentatively.

Crystal’s smile felt like a gift. “Oh God, yes.” She pressed her hips forward.

Alisa replaced Crystal’s hands with her own and drew her folds apart. She slid one finger, then two, into Crystal’s slippery center. It felt wet and tight as Crystal’s body made room for her fingers, embracing them with heat, easing their way. She searched for the spot Crystal had been touching and found a bump, similar to her own. She rubbed it. Crystal gasped. She rubbed harder and Crystal began to moan and buck, balancing her weight against Alisa’s hands.

Emboldened by the enthusiastic response, Alisa pulled her down to the couch to get a better angle. Crystal hooked one leg over the back of the couch and dropped the other foot to the floor. “Yes, right there. Harder. Yes! That’s wonderful.”

Every instinct Alisa had was urging her to dig deeper, ask questions, explore. She gained confidence with Crystal’s every moan and sigh. Finally, she leaned forward to pull the tip of Crystal’s soft breast into her mouth, admitting to herself that she had wanted to do just that from the moment she saw her. She caught her nipple between her lips and tugged. Crystal’s body began to tighten around her fingers, and another kind of satisfaction burst within her.

She had found more pleasure with Crystal in one short afternoon than she had ever thought possible. It gave her hope. She wasn’t frigid, although she now understood Eric’s confusion, if not his insensitivity. She hadn’t tried to share her thoughts or feelings with him. Growing up hearing her parents’ constant battles had taught her the tactical value of silence. In the long run her silence had done more harm than good, but today she had taken the first step toward sharing herself with a partner. The easy chemistry she felt with Crystal was comfortable and exciting. Somehow she knew that Crystal would not hurt her, even if she could sense every whispered emotion inside Alisa’s heart. There would be no lies, no misunderstandings, and Alisa wouldn’t have to tell her a thing. She would already know. And maybe, just maybe, Alisa could learn how to tell her too.