An Eye For An Eye (The Club)

“What?”

“The sex, you goose. You look like he mauled your neck.” I imagined her wiggling her eyebrows suggesting dark sexual acts I couldn’t quite picture.

“If he would ever finish me off I might find out.” I grumbled, my breasts aching thinking about last night. My fingers don’t quite do the job because I always wonder if he’s still there...watching…waiting?

“You know what you need.” Ella joked in the past that we should hook up and I didn’t know if I should have been offended or happy she was offering. If my mystery man wasn’t going to give it up, then what was a girl to do? I couldn’t do that with just anyone, could I? I didn’t want to be alone forever locked away in some ivory tower and my lady parts growing dusty cobwebs.

“Indeed, but I’m not going to just…with anyone.” A loud shushing noise alerted me to the fact our conversation was overheard and unappreciated. We continued the yoga sequence in silence and my mind wandered leaving my balance unsteady. I didn’t know what I wanted, but I didn’t want to be alone and unsatisfied for the rest of my life with mystery man the highlight to my dark days every few months leaving me confused, wet, and panting.

Getting into the private locker room after class, I took my time sitting on the bench drinking my water infused with strawberries and basil leaves. “It doesn’t have to be this way Jude.” I almost choked on the refreshing sip of water that soured my mouth. Ella sat next me brushing her hand against my spandex clad thigh. Her finger traced the raised spine of threads along the seam of my pants. Her sweat was a sweet combination of salt and citrus.

“What do you mean, Ella?” Modestly, I took my towel to wipe the dripping sweat off my brow wishing she would just get to the point. She takes it from me instead swiping down gently and catching the droplets before they fall.

“Well…there’s this club in town. They have an open night for newbies on Fridays. Maybe we could go? You, know check it out. Maybe experiment? I’ll take care of the details.”

Suspicions clenched my gut. “What kind of club is it?” Ella continued her ministrations of wiping the sweat from my chest now trailing the soft towel over my shoulders and breasts.

She doesn’t answer my question and proceeds to prattle on. “A friend of mine is a member. He’d be happy to sponsor us. A fun night, nothing more.”

“Ella.” Warning her has no affect and I wait for her answer.

“It’s a sex club, Jude.” Her hand slipped down and cupped my breast gently lifting it from underneath. “I’ve wanted to ask you for a while now, but it never seemed the right time.”

Her hand continues to round out over my breast with familiarity only another woman could have of female anatomy. She’s gentle but firm in all the ways that draw a groan from within me. I barely touched myself and never let another…until him. He pissed me off and if he were here, I almost wanted him to see that he had no control over the decisions I made in my life good or bad letting Ella touch me.

“Oh.” Speechless I kept wondering if this was real or a wicked fraction of my mind imagining Ella’s gentle finger tips play with my nipples over the spandex on my damp sports bra. Her body scooted closer to mine and I felt her breath brush against my ear dizzily dipping lower to lick my collarbone.

“Yeah. Oh.” Her lips closed over the lobe of my ear biting down slowly, the sting matching the pinch of her fingers over the swollen buds of my breasts. Her touch feels like a match striking flint, sparking a fire, and I’ve got nothing left to extinguish it.

“Ella, I….” Protesting seemed futile. What Ella was doing to my body felt so good. Fuck, it was more than good, and when she grabbed my hand and led me into the handicapped shower stall I followed her eagerly to explore more of these feelings my nightly visitor had started within me but didn’t finish.

Just once.

For once, I wanted something solely for myself where I could let go of all this tension I seemed to be carrying on my shoulders. She started with my sports bra unzipping the front clasp and peeled my spandex leggings off only stopping to drop them somewhere outside the shower before kissing my belly. Her lips were soft and puffy pressing against me. Cold air aroused my skin before she turned the knob of water on to spray us both.

“I’ve wanted you for a long time Jude.” Ella pushed me back and my knees bumped on the seat of the shower, still standing as water sluiced down my body and cool gel from the body wash was rubbed into my skin. “I thought you would have picked up on this– about me–by now.” She’s wrong. I hadn’t really, but then again, I was so caught up in the mystery man who tormented my nights I had little space in my brain left to ponder if my best friend was into girls. We joked about it, but it was never a serious discussion.

“What are we doing Ella?” Breathless I sought answers to questions I already knew.

“Exploring the possibilities.” Her lips touched mine and it was nice. I can’t say sparks lit up the sky, but I wasn’t complaining when her mouth covered mine and our tongues played in tandem strokes. Hers darted forward with determination and mine merely curious. “Will you let me taste you?” Her finger tips caressed my cheek, brushing back my wet hair, and nodding I let her do more.

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bsp; “Please.” I sank down to the seat as she parted my thighs. Cool metal buffered my ass as water sprayed my body warming me. Ella’s fingers touched me everywhere and I no longer cared that we were in a gym, semi-public and about to make out. Her fingertips were small and the nails smoothly manicured, different from…his. Thinking of him kept me at a distance, almost hovering outside my body as an observer while Ella strummed me lightly.

“You are so lovely.” Her kisses began at the hollow of my neck followed by her tongue. Long, flat and licking my skin over the marks he left, I stayed detached, more in my head than in the heat of the moment. Her mouth sucked my breasts with full popping kisses. Her tongue circled each nipple before clamping down in a stinging bite. Wedging her body between my legs, she opened me further, and I could feel her stare on my bare skin. “God, I love a bare cunny.” Without time to process her appreciation, Ella kissed me, licking her way around my belly button and further south of my navel. I was glad someone appreciated my efforts below. Kisses peppered my thighs and her fingers more sure now parted my bare lips, swollen from arousal.

“Uh, yes.” I didn’t care who was touching me. Male, female, I couldn’t see shit except for dark peach blobs and what I assumed was Ella’s blonde head. The feelings of my burgeoning orgasm brought sharp color to my dull world. Maybe that explained my twisted addiction to him?

My thoughts stayed with him, wishing it was him doing these wicked things to me. Maybe it was wrong to let her go this far, but the release waiting for me clouded my selfish judgement. “How are you so fucking wet?” Ella licked me and pushed me back so I arched out from the wall of the shower, my hand gripping the railing for purchase as she spread my legs farther apart. I let her pull my body closer and whimpered when her mouth closed over the nub of my clit feasting. Pressure unlike before built in a delicious cramp of needs and wants cresting a wave of pleasure. Her tongue flicked against me, spearing me and spasms rocked my body awash in heat and shivers.

“Oh shit.” Heaving, I sat up and pushed her head away from my overly sensitive and still throbbing core.

“So unfair, Jude.” Ella sounded grumpy, lips smacking with disappointment, but I was too overwhelmed by coming hard enough my blurred vision nearly blacked out. Even I couldn’t elicit that kind of response playing solo.

“What?” I groaned.

“I didn’t even get to finger you.” If my eyes weren’t staring at a mere impression of flesh in the dark, I would swear she was pouting.