Xandi gently circled her protruding clit with the tip of one finger.
Then Xandi pressed the sensitive bit of flesh between her fingers. Keisha’s legs buckled and she cried out, but she didn’t come. Xandi forced her fingers deep inside, deeper still, where firm muscles danced, clenching, releasing, clenching once again. Together, the women tumbled onto the wide bed. At the last moment, Xandi shifted, twisting her body so that she landed on top, her lips now firmly compressed once more about Keisha’s nipple.
Xandi quickly rediscovered Keisha’s pussy with her free hand. Her fingers slipped easily into the slick, hot channel, first one, then two, finally four fingers buried deeply, with her thumb resting firmly against Keisha’s clitoris.
She felt Keisha’s hands frantically rubbing, touching, grasping, sliding across her breast, then slipping down between her legs to skim lightly over her sensitive clit.
Xandi wanted to laugh but didn’t dare release Keisha’s nipple. Their sex play had become an unspoken battle of alpha bitches, with each of them trying to bring the other to orgasm first.
Keisha’s fingers clenched tightly around Xandi’s buttocks, pulling her cheeks apart, finding the sensitive sphincter muscle, probing none too gently until she gained entrance with her middle finger.
She pressed hard, sliding her finger in and out, then adding a second and going deep.
Moaning, panting with rising excitement, Xandi released her tight suction on Keisha’s nipple. She shoved her fingers deeper inside Keisha, now using her palm to rub back and forth across her friend’s clit, finding her rhythm, thrusting in counterpoint to each of Keisha’s deep strokes.
Keisha twisted, leaned forward and caught Xandi’s nipple between her tongue and teeth and sucked hard. At the same time, she speared Xandi with two fingers deep inside her anus and pressed down on her clit with the pad of her thumb.
Xandi threw her head back and howled. Wave after wave of pulsing heat, shimmering sensation and pleasure verging on pain swept through her. She tried to bring Keisha with her but her hands wouldn’t obey. Gasping, giggling, her mouth opening and closing like a fish on dry land, she collapsed beside her friend.
“Okay. Alpha bitch. You win that round. Just let me get my breath…”
“And then?” Keisha leered at her.
“And then you…” Xandi took a couple of deep breaths and rolled over on top of Keisha, slipped her hand down between her friend’s legs and found her hot, wet center. Suckling her nipple tightly between her lips, she tongued the sensitive tip while her fingers tangled in the nest of curls between Keisha’s legs. She slipped between the pouting lips, dipped into Keisha’s moist heat and stroked slowly, deeply, in and out.
She felt the slight rise and fall of Keisha’s hips as she tried to hold back and slowly lost the battle. Heard her soft moan, felt the fluttering muscles deep inside as they tightened imperceptibly around her fingers.
“Then it’s your turn.”
Xandi found Keisha’s clit, ran her thumb over the hard little bud, faster, harder, her fingers thrusting deeper. She sucked hard on the nipple still caught between her lips, tightened her lips about the tip and pressed them together hard.
Keisha arched her back and screamed, her hips pumping against Xandi’s thrusting fingers, her hands clutching at the rumpled blankets beneath her.
Xandi brought her down slowly, stroking Keisha’s quivering flesh, finally just rubbing her slick, engorged labia with the palm of her hand. Keisha’s body shuddered, she sighed and lay still.
“Damn. I think I’ll sleep well tonight.” She giggled. “Wow…we haven’t done that for ages.”
Xandi lay down next to her. “I know. I’m still not sure if it’s better sex or just different, but I like it.”
“It’s all sensation and sharing. Touching someone and knowing exactly what parts to touch, where to taste, how hard to apply pressure.”
“Sensation without the emotional intensity.” Xandi laughed. “Sometimes when Stefan and I make love and I realize just how much I love him, it scares me.” She turned and touched Keisha’s shoulder, running her fingers over the bandage. “I love you, too, but it’s not so intense, not as frightening.”
“I know.” Keisha looked soberly at Xandi. “I’ve felt exactly the same way.” She leaned closer and they kissed. “G’night, hon. Sweet dreams.”
4
Xandi found Keisha at the kitchen table in the morning. She stared blankly out the window, but turned when Xandi entered the room. Her lips were trembling, and her hand holding the half-empty coffee cup shook.
“I heard the phone ring. What’s wrong?”
Keisha sighed. “I just talked to Anton. I called him first thing, told him about Carl Burns. He contacted Burns’s publisher to complain. Anton just now called me back to say the paper fired Burns more than a month ago. It looks as if he’s not working on a story. He’s stalking me.”
“Have you called the police?” Xandi poured herself a cup of coffee and sat across from Keisha. “Is Anton coming out?”
“Anton’s stuck in meetings until Friday…he may even have one Saturday morning. I told him not to come.”
Xandi snorted. “You mean he listened?”
“I don’t think he’s got a choice. This deal involves millions of dollars. It’s a huge investment for him. I’ve got a call in to the detective who worked my assault case. I’m hoping he can tell me how to keep Burns away from us.”
“In the meantime?” Xandi took a sip of her coffee.
“In the meantime, I need to check on my project, make sure we’re still on schedule. The next couple days are going to be really busy.” She smiled sadly at Xandi. Her amber eyes filled with tears. “Why won’t he stop following me? Why won’t he leave me alone? It doesn’t make any sense.”
“When was the first time you were aware of him?”
Keisha frowned. “Not until the article came out in the paper, the story about my assault.”
“How did he get there so soon? He was at the crime scene really fast. I saw the pictures. There were still bodies in the room.”
“I don’t know. I was so out of it. I never saw Burns, at least that night. At first I thought the photos were from the police files, but I learned later they weren’t.”
“Did the police let him in?” Xandi recalled the lurid black and white photo, the torn and mutilated bodies of three men, the superimposed photo of a rabid, snarling wolf covering the picture. “Could he have been there before the police arrived?”
Keisha slowly raised her head. “I don’t know. I can’t imagine the police letting him take pictures. It was a crime scene, but he had to have been there right after it happened to get those shots. How could he have known?”
Xandi reached behind Keisha and grabbed the phone. “Call the detective. Now.”
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