Wolf Tales IV (2 page)

Chapter Two

Oliver brought her meals, a silent visitor, warning of his presence with a soft tap on the door. She felt so foolish, hiding away like this, but Keisha realized she’d put the day to good use.

Xandi had been always in her thoughts. A silent, sensual image. Keisha found herself thinking of things with the other woman she’d never imagined, thinking of things sexual, and wanting to touch herself.

More important, she realized she wanted to touch Xandi.

The sun had begun to set. It was time to shift, time to join Xandi and the men for their run through the forest. Time to lose herself in the mentality of the pack, to hunt as one, to merge her consciousness, for awhile, anyway, with something primitive and wild.

She wasn’t ready. Didn’t want to bare herself to the others. Not now. Not when she felt fragile, unsure.

A soft tap at her door brought Keisha out of her musings. She wasn’t at all hungry, but it must be Oliver with an evening snack.

“Come in.” She scooted up in her bed, resting against the pillows.

Xandi opened the door. “It’s me,” she said. “The guys have gone. I… I didn’t want to mess up my braids. I decided not to shift tonight.”

Keisha laughed. Suddenly everything seemed to come together. “Braids, hell. Anton told you to seduce me, didn’t he?”

At least Xandi had the good grace to blush. “Well… okay. Yeah. But I brought wine!” She held the bottle aloft as she closed the door behind her.

“Been there, done that, bought the farm.” Keisha sat straighter against the pillows. “The first time I got laid, he got me good and drunk. Knew I’d do anything. Of course I wanted to do anything… everything. I was sixteen. What did I know?”

“A hell of a lot less than you know now.” Xandi walked into the room, sat on the chair by the bed and set out two crystal goblets. She carefully uncorked the bottle and poured the chilled Chardonnay into each glass.

“I’d like to make a toast to you, but instead I’ll toast to us. Will you drink?”

Keisha stared at her a moment before taking the offered glass. “I’ll do more than drink. I’ve thought of you all day. First, though, tell me what Anton said to you. Believe me, that’s a conversation I wish I’d heard.”

“He only said what I hoped he’d say. I’ve wanted you ever since we shared a link, Keisha. I won’t lie to you. I’ve never been with a woman, but I’ve dreamed of making love with you almost since the beginning.”

Taken aback, Keisha stared at Xandi, looking for any sense of deception. “I find that…”

“Honest Injun,” Xandi interrupted. She held her hand over her heart. “I felt weird about it at first, believe me.” She dipped her chin and blushed. “Especially when I actually fantasized it was you one time when Stefan was going down on me.”

“
Chanku
?” Keisha barely breathed the word.

“Yes… and no. I’m sure it’s the reason why I’m equally attracted to a woman as I would be to a man. I liked you immediately, the first time I saw you. As I’ve gotten to know you, I’ve grown to love you. Love your strength, your resilience, your ability to accept the unacceptable. I’ve wanted to be more like you, wanted to touch you. At the same time, I knew you weren’t ready. I think you’re ready now. I think you want to explore as much as I do.”

She did… as much to satisfy her curiosity as anything else. At least that’s what she told herself. Holding the filled goblet in both her hands, Keisha tipped the glass and drank deeply. When she’d emptied her glass, she held it out to Xandi for a refill.

“I know there’s an inhibition left in there, somewhere. One more glass should put that baby to sleep.”

Xandi snorted. Then she carefully poured the golden liquid, filling the goblet one more time. She refilled her own, set the bottle down and held her glass out to Keisha.

Keisha lightly tapped her glass to Xandi’s in a toast. “Here’s to us, sister.”

“To us. To exploring new territory.” Xandi took a sip of the wine. Her gray eyes sparkled over the rim of the glass. When she set the half-empty goblet down, her tongue swept across her upper lip.

Evening shadows filled the room. The women stared silently at one another. Keisha realized she was fantasizing, imagining what each of them could do to please the other. The images -- graphic images of their bodies together -- filled her thoughts. Lush and sensual, the sweet eroticism of her fantasies gave Keisha the feeling they truly were about to explore new territory.

As the room darkened, she became more aware of the sound of their hearts beating, aware of Xandi’s familiar scent, the soft sound of her breathing, the gentle clatter of the beads she’d braided into Xandi’s long hair. They clicked together with every move Xandi made, no matter how slight.

Suddenly Keisha realized the sound had moved closer.

Xandi now sat beside her on the large bed. Close, not touching, yet Keisha felt the warmth of her body, imagined their bodies together, soft and sensitive in the same places.

Keisha set her goblet down on the bedside table, only marginally aware it was once again empty. Xandi drank her last swallow of wine, setting hers down again as well. Slowly she turned to Keisha. She slipped her hand under the soft cotton tank top, following each of Keisha’s ribs, stroking softly until her fingers rested beneath her breast.

Keisha inhaled sharply as one of Xandi’s fingers found her suddenly erect nipple. Moisture pooled between her legs when Xandi simply rubbed her fingertip gently, back and forth, bringing her nipple to a tight, taut, sensitive peak.

The room darkened, yet Keisha’s enhanced
Chanku
vision threw everything into sharp relief as she slowly wrapped her fingers around the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head.

Xandi never altered the soft caress of her nipple, but now that both breasts were free of the cotton shirt, she leaned closer to Keisha and licked the very tip of the other one.

The tiny beads at the ends of her hair tickled the round swell of Keisha’s breast. The soft clicking sound they made as Xandi’s head moved across her chest echoed in the room. Her tongue was hot and moist, licking just the very tip of Keisha’s tightly puckered nipple.

Once more Keisha forgot to breathe. She sat rigidly, leaning back with her legs crossed Indian fashion, supporting herself with her hands tightly fisted in the blankets as Xandi licked her nipple once more, then slowly sucked it between her lips and pulled it into her mouth.

“Ahhhh…” Keisha tilted her head back and thrust her breasts forward. Xandi sucked harder, using her tongue and teeth, nibbling and suckling while her hand continued its soft caress of Keisha’s other nipple.

The beads tickled, clicked, tickled more.

Neither woman shared her thoughts. Keisha wasn’t ready for such intimacy, didn’t want to know what Xandi was thinking, only wanted to experience her own pleasure, selfish as that might be.

Trembling, she lay back against the pillows and spread her legs wide, making room for Xandi between her thighs. Xandi went with her, slowly pleasuring Keisha’s breasts with lips and tongue and teeth, with soft fingers and the warm palm of her hand. The beads felt like more tiny fingers, touching, teasing, slowly warming to the heat of Keisha’s body.

After long moments, Xandi slowly released Keisha’s nipple, breaking the strong suction with a soft
pop
. She licked the moist tip, blowing cool air across it, then kissed her way down, along Keisha’s ribs, slipping her loose sweatpants off over her hips when she reached the waistband with her mouth.

The tiny beads rolled and clattered, crawling behind Xandi’s mouth, following like an army of little mouths as she kissed and licked slowly across Keisha’s flesh.

Keisha arched her hips and felt the cool night air against her wet pussy and puckered nipples. Felt Xandi’s lips and tongue trailing the soft skin beneath her navel, a sharp nip on her inner thigh, the sweep of a warm tongue along the crease where thigh met groin.

Heard the beads, felt one brush against her clit, another rest for a moment in the indentation of her navel, others skittering across her thighs, between her legs.

Suddenly the direction Xandi’s mouth was taking coalesced in a white-hot flash of understanding and desire.

You don’t want to… can’t possibly want to… oh Lord, woman!

Oh, but I do
.

Keisha raised her head and looked down. Xandi knelt between her legs. Her eyes glittered, the shiny beads swinging slightly with each breath she took, mesmerizing, hypnotic. Keisha had never realized before how those beads would feel against a body, how they’d stimulate and entice.

Somehow Xandi had removed her sarong and her naked body gleamed in the darkness, her full breasts with their dark nipples swaying as she leaned forward and once more licked the sensitive bit of flesh on Keisha’s inner thigh.

The beads tickled… clattered and clicked. The sound somehow caught the rhythm of Xandi’s lips, emphasized each nip and lick.

She slipped her hands beneath Keisha’s rear and lifted her, then tucked a fat pillow under her hips to hold them up. Then she lightly patted Keisha’s flat belly, ending the pat with a long, slow stroke down between her legs, completely bypassing her clit.

Groaning, Keisha raised her hips in blatant invitation. Damn, she’d never felt so turned on, wondering what might come next, wondering just how far Xandi planned to take this. With a guy you knew. You’d get the perfunctory lick between the legs then a good, hard poke with a thick cock. Not that she’d complained, but this was so weird, knowing the person kneeling between your thighs knew exactly what parts to touch, what buttons to push.

If she’d only get on with it! Xandi leaned forward, but instead of going for her pussy, she pressed her breasts against Keisha’s, dragging her nipples over her darker set, pressing her pubic bone against Keisha’s clit, lightly rubbing her practically smooth pussy across her sensitive flesh and tightly curled thatch of dark hair.

The beads clicked and clattered, louder, faster with each movement Xandi made.

Practically hyperventilating, Keisha fought the need to wrap her arms around Xandi and hold their bodies together. This was Xandi’s show, Xandi’s chance to experiment, and it felt good… felt so damned good and somehow forbidden and wrong and so right and beautiful, all at the same time.

The contrast of pale flesh against dark, of tightly curled pubic hair against Xandi’s almost bare pussy, of tightly puckered nipples sweeping against nipples and the accompanying music of the beads went beyond anything Keisha had ever imagined. Caught up in their differences as much as their sameness, she was stroking Xandi’s breast, bringing it to her lips, suckling the other woman’s flesh deep into her mouth before she even realized what she’d done.

She’d never imagined what this would be like, never thought of what a man felt when he sucked her breast. She thought she could spend all day suckling the sweet nipple, tugging it with her teeth, wrapping her tongue around the pebbled tip, using her lips to compress and hold tight.

Xandi moaned and her mons came down hard against Keisha’s, then she pulled slowly away, slipping once more down, down lower, between Keisha’s widespread thighs, dragging those damned beads, those tiny little fingers of sensation, slower, lower.

Hardly daring to breathe, Keisha waited. She felt the soft puff of air, the first tentative lick of Xandi’s tongue against her needy flesh. Her hips jerked in response. She bit back a nervous giggle. Closed her eyes.

Xandi licked her once again, slowly this time, using the flat of her tongue to sweep between the engorged folds of Keisha’s labia, the very tip of her tongue to tease her protruding clit. She suckled Keisha’s nether lips deep into her mouth, tugging at them, then releasing. She kissed her inner thighs, staying away from her clit until Keisha begged for release.

Finally, her breath rasping from her heaving chest, unable to form a coherent word, Keisha linked.

What are you waiting for, bitch
?

Xandi laughed out loud.
C’mon. Admit it. You’re more turned on now than you’ve ever been with a man
.

Oh shit yes
. She writhed against the blankets, bucking her hips toward Xandi’s mouth, begging with her body, her mind, her moaning appeals for release.

Xandi spread Keisha’s legs wider, grabbed her butt in one hand then slipped the fingers of her other hand deep into Keisha’s pussy. Keisha felt her muscles clamp tightly around Xandi’s fingers just as the other woman leaned close, teased her a moment with the dangling beads then drew her clit into her mouth, suckling it as she had Keisha’s breast.

Xandi moaned against Keisha’s clit, a deep sound of pure desire and need. Her tongue pressed harder, her fingers probed deeper.

Sensation, pure, unadulterated sensation.

Keisha’s legs trembled, her hips bucking against Xandi’s mouth. Overwhelming stimulation -- so much at once! One hand kneading her buttock, tongue and teeth taking her clit, slick fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy, all in perfect rhythm with the swaying beads, the hypnotic clicking and clattering, moving faster… faster. All framed in a mental sense of love and acceptance, flowing over her like an aphrodisiac.

Higher, farther than she’d ever flown, Keisha felt her body arc, stiffen, heard the cry from deep in her chest, felt herself come apart like shattered glass in a mind-blowing, breath-stealing climax.

Lights behind her eyes flashed and her body went numb. Her arms and legs were solid cement, but her toes and fingers tingled as if from an electric shock. The only part of her that moved was her pussy, its slow spasms tightening rhythmically around Xandi’s fingers.

Ohmygawd
. Keisha dragged in one deep breath after another.

That was fun
.

Xandi’s deadpan comment made her chuckle.

Oh, I’d say so. For me, anyway. Give me a minute, then it’s your turn.

You don’t have to. The guys will be home soon.

I want to.

Are you sure?

Yeah… I’m sure. Maybe not the same way, but I want to make you come. I want to watch your face.