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Not deprived of her voice, Jordan husked through teeth clenched on a distended nipple, "You are so wet tonight, baby." With expert fingers, she located a spot that seemed to drive the woman above her to further distraction. She gently rubbed the sensuous flesh between the hard distended clitoris and the opening to the woman's vagina. Score! she cackled to herself. Now for some fun!

Sonny didn't think she could take much more of this. Just when she thought she'd reached her limit, a fresh wave of carnal delight would envelope her, bringing her to the next plateau. She was a ball of oversensitive nerves, unable to think - just feel.

Fingers rubbed the spot a few times, the sudden bucking of the woman's hips exciting Jordan immensely. And then the redhead released her oral grip on the heavy breast over her and used her other hand to clamp down on the rocking hips. "Stop," she ordered in a firm voice.

The dark teenager froze, her heart in her throat. She knows!

Jordan's fingers slowly circled in slick warmth. When the woman tried to rotate her hips in response, she applied further pressure to the hand holding her down. "Don't move," she grated in warning.

Even as she forced herself to remain still, the fingers stroked Sonny's center, evoking wave upon wave of fiery need. Her body seemed to have become one large organism of craving. But, for the life of her, the dark woman didn't know what exactly she had to have. All she could do was obey the order given and hope that her desires would be rewarded.

The guitarist continued her activity, eyes closed behind the blindfold. The woman had returned to both her elbows above her and Jordan could hear the ragged breathing. She could smell the musky scent of arousal drifting between them, could feel the muscles quivering as the woman fought her natural instincts. If anything, the woman became wetter the longer Jordan played her, breathing becoming more and more erratic. A drop of sweat splashed against the redhead's collar bone and she growled at the sudden vision of Sonny's face above her own, distorted with lust.

Every movement, every sound, every smell seemed to be connected to one place, one spot within Sonny's body. She lost herself in the feelings, unable to be coherent in thought or awareness. Only one word rambled through her mind. Almost.

"You know what I want from you," Jordan whispered, licking her lips.

Pale blue fire stared down at the redhead as the dark youth tried to comprehend, to come up with some sort of lucid response without blowing her cover.

When no answer was forthcoming, the guitarist frowned. "Playing hard to get again?" With a quick movement, she flipped them and continued teasing the woman's genitals. "Give it to me."

Sonny was startled at the sudden change of scenery. The redhead was now straddling one of her thighs, hand still planted between her legs. Involuntarily, her hips moved and all motion stopped.

Her fingers barely touching the hard nub of flesh, Jordan froze at the woman's movement. "You know better than that," she admonished with a growl. "If you move again without permission, I'll stop." The resulting loud gulp from the woman brought a grin to her face. "Now, let me hear it."

Hear?! Oh, shit! Sonny swallowed again, mind racing. What the hell am I gonna do now? What does she want to hear?

A bubble of irritation rose. The redhead stroked the woman again, hearing a gasp and feeling the muscles beneath her tremble in restraint. And then she paused. There was a whimper. Leaning forward until she could feel the tickle of hair against her cheek, Jordan whispered, "I want to hear you beg for it. Or it stops now."

Beg. The word ran around Sonny's mind for a split second as she realized the implications of that statement. Beg. Speak, converse, talk, plead. She swallowed again, hard, trying to figure a way through this obstacle.

Jordan was beginning to get annoyed at the recalcitrant woman. In retaliation for the silence, she grasped the woman's clit in her fingers and simply held it, not moving.

Sonny's eyes closed and she groaned at this new torment. The pulsating between her legs intensified to a point almost beyond her. And to not move at the onslaught was almost impossible. "Please..." she whispered.

"What? I didn't hear you." Jordan applied more pressure to the button.

"Ohhh," the dark woman moaned thickly. "Please.... Oh, please...."

Jordan considered the request and decided that further torture was in order. She nuzzled the ear, tracing it with her tongue. The woman's heart was pounding so hard, she could almost hear it. This is so much fun. With a low purr, she said, "Please... what?"

Sonny frantically cast around in her mind for a response. What?! What does she want?! She felt the guitarist above her press against her thigh, leaving a wet trail on her tanned skin. Oh, God, this is killing me!

Again Jordan rocked against the thigh between her legs, easing her own ache. She sucked the earlobe into her mouth and bit down with a growl. Between clenched teeth, she demanded, "What do you want?"

Having spent a year of research on the subject, the teenager was still at a bit of a loss. What do I want? she asked herself for perhaps the first time. Her heart felt like it was going to explode, her center was throbbing so hard she was sure she'd have to use ice to remove the swelling, and the warm, wet breath in her ear was almost too much for her overloaded senses to bear.

The woman's mouth opened as she panted, chest heaving. And then Jordan heard the magic words.

"Please... take me..."

The voice was so like Sonny's and the fantasies she'd been playing in her head all night fueled the inferno within. With a savage smile, Jordan released her hold on both ear and clitoris. Even as she devoured the woman's lips and tongue, she plunged two fingers deep inside, swallowing the cry that came up.

There was a sharp stab of pain as Jordan pushed past her maidenhood and the teenager cried out, into the mouth that was ravishing hers. And then the sensations of being filled and the movement deep inside took over and she began rocking against the redhead in a full body movement of wanton rutting. Sonny's long arms wrapped around the smaller woman who was thrusting against her thigh at the same time and she lost all conscious thought.

Jordan's experience with virginity was nigh on nonexistent. To her knowledge, she had never bedded any woman who hadn't at least been with other men, if not other women. And her own deflowering happened at such a young age, she couldn't remember it clearly. When her fingers met and broke the barrier within the woman beneath her, it took her a few moments to figure out what had happened. What the hell? Even as she moved against the firm thigh, her mind came up with the only possible answer. But that would mean.... She is... was...

"A virgin!" Jordan exclaimed. She pushed up until she was on her knees and used her free hand to whip off the blindfold. Before her was every wet dream she'd had over the last three years. A beautiful naked body writhing on the mattress, dark hair splayed across the pillow, hooded pale eyes regarding her. And there was fear in those eyes, as well.

Even as the guitarist rose to her knees, Sonny grabbed her hand, keeping it in place within her. "Don't stop.... Don't stop... please," she begged, groaning as she thrust her hips against the trapped hand. "Oh, Jordan... please... take me.... I've wanted you for so long."

A myriad of emotions coursed through the smaller woman. Gratitude, tenderness, anger, desire, passion, apathy, self-hate all swirled around with the wildness that was Jordan's soul. As the teenager continued to buck against her, her nostrils flared as passion gained the upper hand. It's too late now, Jordie, a voice whispered in her depths.

Sonny was nearly incoherent as she pleaded for her lover to continue, to bring her to climax. She saw the flash of savagery in the emerald eyes above her and shivered, a tendril of fear flickering through her. It seemed to increase her own desires and she moved against the woman's hand, moaning.

The decision was made almost before Jordan could acknowledge thought. The rush of arousal that followed in the decision's wake almost caused her to come on the spot. With a feral growl, she fell upon the dark woman's body, fingers thrusting powerfully, pressing against a well-muscled thigh as she devoured the succulent neck.

"Oh, God!" Sonny cried out in response to the renewed attack. She bucked against the guitarist, reaching new levels of sensation, hands digging into the other woman's hips, pulling her closer and closer. A thumb expertly began brushing her clit and the teenager suddenly fell over the edge, calling Jordan's name into the night as she came.

Feeling Sonny clutching at her, hearing the contralto voice calling her name, the redhead slicked across the youth's thigh. And then she, too, climaxed, adding her own voice to her lover's in harmony.

 

Aug 28, 2001

It's not quite dawn, yet. I've doused all but this one candle. Jordan is asleep beside me. She looks so peaceful. More at ease than I've ever seen her awake.

Lisa's plan worked. This night has been absolutely incredible. I feel so different now, even though I realize that there isn't anything noticeable.

I cried afterwards. I'm still not entirely sure why. I just couldn't keep myself from it. Kinda corny, if you ask me, but there ya are. It was kinda hard for Jordan. She didn't know what to do - whether to comfort me or run shrieking in the opposite direction. She held me, though. I think I scared her. She didn't know why I was crying anymore than I did.

We talked. No major protestations of love or anything, but we cleared the air a bit. It's true that she has wanted me for awhile. So, at least we have that in common! Ha ha ha!

I don't know what's going to happen now. I realize that there's a good chance that Jordan will move on and continue her 'liaisons' with the other women she's been with. It'll hurt tremendously, I'm sure - just the thought of it is killing me! But, I'll take what I can get at this point. Maybe I can eventually get her to understand that I'm the only one for her...

We made love several more times before she finally drifted off to sleep. I simply can't imagine anyone else making me feel the way she makes me feel! I hope I satisfied her. I know I'm a novice at this. I don't want her to toss me to the side because I don't know exactly what to do...

I've got to talk to Tom. Soon. I'm not going to hide anything from him - I haven't before. There's no reason to start now. I'm pretty sure he's gonna be furious.

Well, I'm going to go to sleep now. It's so novel having someone else in the same bed with me. And I can't wait to wake up in the morning with Jordan by my side.

 

Sober

Tool

There's a shadow just behind me,

shrouding every breath I take,

making every promise empty,

pointing every finger at me.

Why can we not be sober?

I just want to start this over and why can't we drink forever?

I just want to start this over again.

I am just a worthless liar.

I am just an imbecile.

I will only complicate you.

Trust in me and fall as well.

I will find a center in you.

I will chew it up and leave.

I will work to elevate you

just enough to bring you down.

Trust me.

 

Chapter 5

Responses

The Needle Lies

Queensryche

Cold and shaking,

I crawled down alleys to try

And scrape away the tracks that marked me.

Slammed my face into walls of concrete,

I stared, amazed at the words written on the wall.

Don't ever trust,

Don't ever trust the needle - it lies.

Don't ever trust,

Don't ever trust the needle when it cries, cries your name.

Wet and raving,

The needle keeps calling me back

To bloody my hands forever.

Carved my cure with the blade

That left me in scars.

Now, every time I'm weak,

Words scream from my arm.

As consciousness slowly returned, Sonny snuggled closer to the soft, warm body beside her. "Mmmmm." She could hear birdsong outside the still open window and her closed lids attested to the fact that it was now daylight. Pale blue eyes opened and blinked.

She was curled up on her side, head pillowed on Jordan's shoulder and a long arm draped across the well-toned abdomen. Beyond the mattress, Sonny could see out the window. It was grey outside - a typical Portland day any time of the year. But the cloud cover appeared high and non-threatening. It'll probably burn off by this afternoon.

However, because of the weather, it was a bit cool in the room and she shivered. Reaching down to her waist, the dark woman pulled the blanket up to her shoulder. It took her a few seconds before she realized she had help, a callused hand adjusting the covering around her. Quickly looking upward, emerald eyes met her gaze. Sonny felt an almost physical jolt in her chest at the visual contact.

Jordan quashed the wary look just before the teenager glanced up, replacing it with the mask. A captivating smile met Sonny's eyes. She tucked the blanket around the teenager's shoulders. "Good morning," she purred.

A bit unsettled at this new intimacy between them, Sonny colored a little but kept eye contact. A smile graced her own face and she said, "Hi there. Have you been awake long?"

Reaching over to brush ebony tresses away from the sleepy face, Jordan responded with, "No. Just woke up myself." Yer a liar, Jordie! a mean spirited voice crowed. But that ain't nothing new...

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