Hot Secrets (3 page)

“This job sucks when it rains,” she says.

“I bet.”

“I don’t know why I’m so damn feisty.” She runs her fingers along the hot tub cover. Rain still snakes its way to us, but less than before. A drop lingers on the crest of her shoulder before yielding to gravity and falling down along her arm.

“That’s okay. I don’t know why I have to complain about everything.” I run my own fingers along the hot tub and for a moment, they brush against hers.

She turns to me and as she speaks I stare at the pink of her lips. “Do you know how long we’ve known each other?” she asks. Her voice drops as if we’re sharing a secret.

“Three years,” I whisper, still focused on her lips.

“No. Five years.”

“Really?”

“Yes. We’ve known each other for five years. Every week I think maybe we’ll have a conversation, but we don’t.”

“Oh,” I say, suddenly taking mental stock of my family and their whereabouts. The boys are at school.
Husband at work.
It’s just Kara and me. “What is it you wanted to talk about?”

“I don’t know,” she says. “I guess I just recognized something in you. I guess I just thought it would be nice to talk.” My eyes break from her lips and move up to meet her gaze.

“Okay,” I say
, though I’m well aware that we’re moving away from talking
.
A physical closeness has crept in. Again I brush my fingers against hers. It is a silent touch, but speaks louder than any of our words or the rain.

“There’s something here,” she says. She’s speaking of the spark between us.

“There is,” I reply in acknowledgement of it. I can’t deny that it’s there, an
unexplained attraction between two bodies. It fills the space between Kara and me. The possibilities of it, the places we might take it, are dizzying. The rational part of me, the average wife and mother, asserts that we won’t act on any of this. And certainly there’s no harm in the slight touch of my hand against hers.

Just as the rush of attraction is about to subside, as I convince myself we are experiencing a brief anomaly of flirtation, Kara
moves her hand up my back and rests it on the back of my neck. With an undeniable pressure, she pulls
my body in close to her own, kissing me hard on the
mouth. Maybe it’s
the
intensity of our anger just a few minutes
before,
or maybe I’m drawn in by the luscious pink of her lips, but I kiss
her back, equally ha
rd, stifling my shock at what i
s suddenly much more
physical
than I’d anticipated
. M
aybe I won’t fire her, I think
.

With her left hand still on the back of
my neck, her right hand reaches up and cups
my breast, her thumb fingering my nipple through my
wet
sundress.
We could have stopped with a kiss, but
the fact that
her hands
are
on me move
s
us into deeper territory.
I let out a small moan, entirely against my
will, and our tongues continue
to circle one another.
Kara moves her hand to my other nipple, already hard from wet and cold and excitement. My own hands are paralyzed with fear and shock, though I realize that I definitely want to touch her in return. We break
the kiss slowly, retreating with a brush
of tongue over lips. She leans back and looks
at me.

“Is this what you wanted to talk about?” I ask.

“No,” she answers. “This was unexpected.”

“Are we doing this?” I whisper.

“Yes,” she says
, “we are.”

The rain co
me
s down harder and I try to tell myself that it’
s thick enough to form a curtain, shielding us from any neighbors who might see.
I’m worried but excited. Staring at the rain, I realize that I can’t be both
,
and make a conscious decision to abandon the worry, to commit myself to what Kara and I are going to do. I remain seated on the hot tub and Kara stands in front of me. She peels her tank top up and off over her head, then does the same with
a white sports bra
that had been hiding underneath. She watches me as I watch her. Her denim
shorts
drop to the floor
. In a
practiced move she removes
her pony
tail, letting long dark hair f
all over her shoulders. She stan
d
s
in front of me in a purple, satin thong
. Full breasts and hips balance
her mu
scled arms and legs. Her skin i
s dark and beautiful.
I wonder what it would feel like to stroke that satin thong, soft with heat lurking underneath.
I
stand and pull
my sun
dress off over my head
, displaying myself to her as she has to me. I’m exposed, save for
a tiny black g-string.

I climb back up the steps to the hot tub and si
t
again
on top of th
e cover. Kara climbs up and si
t
s
facing me. My legs extend
o
ut in a V from my body. Kara does
the same, letting he
r legs overlap my own. Momentary fear returns, but I push it away. We are alone. We are wet, in more ways than one. The rain is loud around us, sealing us in a cocoon of space where only the two of us are allowed. We look into each other’s eyes, she has impossibly long lashes. I reach
my hand down and stroked her cunt lightly through the purple satin. Despi
te the rain, heat still radiates
fr
om her body as I’d
imagined. She feels soft and hot; I revel in feeling the most vulnerable spot of a person I view as strong, even fierce. I keep
stroking one finger u
pward on her panties. She lifts
my breast and put
s
my nipple in her mouth, sucking in time to the rhythm of
my finger in her crotch. I feel
a grazing of teeth on my nipple and
let my eyes close as my head fal
l
s
back.
Rain drips
from between the slats
of the deck above us, but is
countered by warmth coming up from
the hot tub cover on which we si
t.

“Put
your tongue in my mouth,” I say. All of my fear has been washed away with the rain. She releases my nipple and does as I ask. I snake
my fingers inside her pa
nties and ru
n them over soft hair and skin. Then I let a single finger fin
d its way inside of her. She is
hot and wet, tight but yield
ing. Still kissing me, she moves
a hand to my
thigh and slowly works it
up
and
inside my g-string. She presses
a single finger inside of me in return. We let our tongues explore
one another and gently finger
each other. After a minute, I put a second f
inger inside of her, and she does
the same to me.
She must be a thousand degrees inside. I wonder if I feel the same to her. We both break out into a light
sweat,
all traces of chill are gone, despite the continuing rain.

I pull back from the kiss and speak. “Fuck, that’s good.”

“You like that, don’t you?
” she quietly asks.
“
You like it when I fuck you with my fingers.”

“I do.”
Hearing her voice
turns me on even more. I can’t help myself but to repeat it. “I like it when you fuck me with your fingers.”

She moves to three fingers and
put
s
her other hand back up to my breast
and squeezes my nipple. I do
the same to h
er, so that our actions mirror
each other.

A shiver ru
n
s
th
rough me that she must feel. She pulls back and says
, “You’re cold.”

“I’m really not,” I answer, but she lays
me down on the cover of the hot tub a
nd I feel
its warmth soak up into my skin.

“I want to try something with you,” she says. I wait to see what she has in mind. She straddles me then, facing away, removes my g-string, and moves
into a 69.
From under her, I remove her thong. She smells of sex and sweat and rain. I lick a raindrop from her inner thigh
.

“Oh god,” I moan as her tongue co
me
s
purposefully down into a long lick
of me
. She repeats
this, and again, before settling into a gentle sucking of m
y clit. Three of her fingers fi
nd their way back inside of me.
I
hold my breath for a moment to savor the feel of her mouth on me. Knocking about in my head is the lingering shock of how Kara and I have somehow moved from arguing to this, as intimate as we could possibly be.

I’ve
never been in this position with another wo
man,
have not even imagined it before now,
but the instinct of sex ta
k
es over and I wrap
my hand
s around her buttocks and force
her down to meet me.
I can’t help the want to taste her, to fill her with my tongue
.
There is a vague familiarity in tasting her; I realize that I’m reminded of myself, of the lingering sex in my husband’s mouth after he goes down on me. I’m not sure if thinking of my husband while fucking Kara is right or wrong, so I instead think of what my husband does to me that I want to do to Kara.
I
n response I
l
et one hand draw light circles around her asshole while my tongue works
deeper and harder.
Tiny curls brush
against my cheeks, the rain falls harder, my tongue moves up and down in a need for more of her.

She raises her head from between my legs just long enough to tell me that she likes it, that she’s always wanted to fuck a woman and be fucked by a woman,
that
she hoped that woman would be me.
The spark from before is now a million tiny lights inside of me, hot and growing, filling my body.

Her fingers move
faster in circl
es inside me while her mouth returns firmly to
my clit, sucking as she had my nipple earlier. I put my own fingers inside her and let my head rest back against the hot tub cover.
There’s a sensation building inside me, it stretches from my chest to my cunt. It rises like ascending stairs and I know that when I reach the top, I’ll find a delicious ecstasy.

“
Fuck, I’m going to come,” I say
. “I’m going to fucking come.”

“Me, too,” she says
and presses her cunt to my face. I suck at her pussy, my hand still working hard inside of her. She does the same to me and we rock
back and forth in a pulsating rhythm, finge
rs deep inside one another. Her tongue runs circles around my clit and the sensation builds further. I reach the top and come with a force that has
me bucking my hips up
to press my pussy harder against her mouth. Kara co
me
s
directly after me and I watch her h
ips
shudder and cunt
spasm and rest, spasm and rest, above me.
Her body relaxes on
to mine and we lay there for a moment. She i
s wet and slick an
d I swipe
my tongue along her slit one final time.

We untangle ourselves and sit up but do
n’t get down from the
hot tub. Side by side, we look out at the rain.
I debate offering her a cup of coffee.
My hand rests in her
lap
and hers in mine, though still now and
satisfied. I wonder
aga
in about the neighbors and hope none of them work
from home.
Our clothes are on the ground, discarded in haste and fully wet with rain.

“Do you want some dry clothes?” I offer.

“No thanks, I’m fine.” She
stands and
struggles back into her wet clothes.

“You’re stubborn,” I say.

“I know,” she smiles.

“
Jesus, I’m light-headed
.
”

“Me, too.”