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between women, sex on a motorcycle, sex in a
library, sex in a shower….you name it…sex!
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Synopsis: A huge success as a T.V.
starlet of drama, Rocco McNeil feels obligated
once a year to visit her home town to
celebrate Christmas time and help with raising
funds. Politics aside, she returns each year,
only hoping to run into her childhood crush,
Miranda Hinton. This year Miranda shows up.
What a surprise and oh, my, my! Purrrrrr!
Tinsel Tidings
By JL Nicky & Shadylady
The holiday atmosphere was thick and suffocating
as Carol Rocco McNeil looked around the
expansive house. The mayor of the hick town had
once again reminded her of her hometown duties
to congregate with the masses. She thought of
declining, but each year, she found herself
heading back to her roots.
Rocco rolled her eyes as she was forced to
listen to another one of the embarrassing
childhood stories she'd tried to forget. The
ever available topic of her childhood
announcement to her family when she needed a
training bra, was a story that was severely
making her head hurt. She wished she could
erase her, Uncle Brian's sharp-assed memory. He
must tell THAT funny, ha-ha, story EVERY year.
She wondered what he would do if she thrust her
size ‘C’ beauties up under his nose and asked if
maybe, the training bra stories were old hat
now? The drinks were flowing, the Christmas
music was playing and she was extremely bored;
just like last year.
Unfurling her six-foot frame from the slouched
position she'd held in the shadowy corner, Carol
Rocco McNeil listened to the renewed collective
murmurs at her presence. She felt the
small-town gossips talking about her black
leather outfit and her black hair, bound with a
leather strap. Her blue eyes searched the room
for the clear path and encountered many gazes.
Most of which, were from the groupie fans she
had here and to be avoided at all costs. The
rumor mill would have to remain without fodder
this year, since she didn't have a desire to
deal with the aftermath of some heartbroken
female, out for her blood and willing to slander
her along the way. This year, Rocco was
enjoying the severe coldness that comes with
loneliness and solitude. If she couldn't have
what she wanted, she didn't want anything. Each
year, the battle raged and sometimes, she'd
relieved the stress to find herself waking up
with a stranger. Each time she had dealt with
the fall out, she'd done so with regret. This
year, she would wait.
Rocco began the move through the crowds of
partygoers. She sighed as she headed toward the
kitchen to battle her way through the biddies.
A cold beer from the fridge never sounded so
good, as she overheard a group regaling upon,
her personally lowest day in romance. Lowest
day included when she had accidentally walked
into the bedroom to catch her lover making
'whoopee' with someone else.
She kept walking even as the elderly crowd
around her distant cousin Mitzi, gasped with
dismay. Then the irritating titter of laughter
that arises, like giggling schoolgirls on the
bus, when Mitzi revealed the secret fetish Rocco
had for chain saws. That ex-girlfriend would
never be heard from again.
Then the gossips would pause and take in that
she was lesbian. The conversation would
invariably circle around again to that
particular interest she had. Women with women,
oh Lord. They would say, like it was a dirty
sheet to be displayed on the clothesline of her
past. By God, she thought with
irritation, look at all the other dirty
laundry being aired before these small-town
hypocrites.
The stories about her, however, were getting
wilder as the years passed. Being a celebrity
in the big city and returning to the small-town
each Christmas, was like throwing grease on a
fire. No matter how tame and sedate, she
remained while visiting; she became the topic to
discus. Her escapades were legendary these days
regardless.
Rocco hated coming to the Christmas party more
and more every year. The only reason she
returned was on the off chance, she might see
Miranda Hinton again. Mostly she longed for the
chance to glance into those green eyes and be
overwhelmed with emotions that she hadn't felt
since her childhood. But, that was just one
more opportunity to realize all the wasted
years, she'd spent being a rebel and chasing
dreams were just that, wasted.
The summer she'd turned twelve, she made friends
with and formed a crush on Miranda. She still
grew warm, just thinking about her.
Being dealt the hand of having two parents that
hated each other, Rocco once again, had been
escaping the growing tension forming between the
adults in her house. A late afternoon to spend
with other kids she had been surviving without,
since the neighborhood decided her family was a
plague. The minute people found out that she
was a McNeil kid; she was forever banned from
their house. Her parents had obviously been
given the reputation of being white trash. So
she had ridden her bike around the block. Four
trips later, she had barely acknowledged a girl
coming outside to sit on the curb and watch her
pass. On the fifth boring lap, a voice had
yelled out ‘two minutes’ as she was passing.
Rocco looked over at the girl and saw that she
was timing the block runs with a wristwatch.
Rocco took the challenge and stood up to pedal
with breakneck speed around the entire block.
She passed the small blonde creature, roaring by
at 100mph or close to it as she leaned over her
handlebars and broke the sound barrier.
Going down to the corner Rocco gulped air and
tried to slow her heart rate down. She turned
around and headed back. Nearing the lone
figure, she forgot about slowing her heart
rate. She was simply breathtaking. Long blonde
hair and beautiful green eyes looked at her
friendly-like. A sprinkling of freckles across
a small nose and a heart shaped face had Rocco
staring. Rocco felt her stomach drop and the
first stirrings of something inside that held
her speechless.
“One minute, seven seconds, much better.” A
sweet voice had spoken. Rocco grinned back but
couldn’t think of one thing to say.
“I’m Miranda Hinton, we just moved here.”
Rocco rode her bike around the girl now standing
out in the street. Miranda Hinton turned in a
circle watching the dark haired girl. Rocco
gathered up her bravado.
“Rocco McNeil. I live on the other side of the
block.”
“Rocco, huh? Cool. I like it.” Miranda had
smiled and somewhere inside, Rocco’s heart
swelled.
“You want some Kool-aid? My mom just made
some.” Miranda pointed back toward her house.
Rocco jumped the curb with a quick little hop of
both bike wheels only to dump her bike and nod
yes. Miranda obviously had not heard about the
McNeil family issues.
Only another few weeks left in the summer and
Rocco had spent every free minute during the
daylight hours playing with her new friend. She
also spent quite a few evenings climbing the
tree next to the house Miranda lived in only to
watch the girl lazing around her room before
bed. Rocco avoided her parent’s fighting by
finding this outlet of a little peace and
quiet. Mandy gave her that and so much more.
The unconditionally accepting green eyes,
crystal clear, like brilliantly blinding shards,
fragile and beautiful, handled with precious
care, were the memories she cradled from being
shattered like so many other memories had been.
Then school had started. Miranda had arrived
and was the new favorite for all the boys. She
was also, immediately swept into the ‘in’ crowd
of the girls. Rocco was lucky to walk the halls
and not be spit on. That didn’t stop her from
treating Mandy as a friend. Mandy still said hi
and spoke to her normally even when she was
given the full scoop of the McNeil virus. But,
their free summer fun was over. Rocco still
kept her heart on her sleeve for the girl who
had captured her feelings.
Rocco growled as her memory was interrupted by
the four approaching elderly women, the group of
hens that rivaled paparazzi stalkers, with their
blatant, out for the kill attitudes. Rocco
looked around for an escape route to turn to.
No such luck. She took a cooling gulp of her
own brand of Christmas cheer and grinned that
cocky brash trademark smile.
"Evening Ladies. You here to ask for a ride on
my bike?" The four elderly women tittered and
laughed at her butch cast attitude.
"Merry Christmas, Rocco. We just wondered if
you had any recent stories to tell us about. We
heard you were ripping up the West Coast? How
is Hollywood? Did you get any movies?"
"Yes, I heard you got arrested for drunk and
disorderly? Is that true?"
Rocco leaned back into the kitchen counter and
contemplated the small-town gossip hounds. She
shrugged, knowing that no matter what she said,
it would be distorted. Every time she'd come
into town, she left knowing that her reputation
had just tumbled further downhill. It was
possibly the black leather she wore, the Harley
she rode, or the unfading rumors of her parents
mysterious death when their house had exploded
that was brought up each time she appeared. She
ignored it and let it bounce off the solid
armor; she'd worn since she was twelve.
She recalled that particular day instantly. A
couple of weeks into the school year Rocco had
needed to avoid the rising voices of a stupid
fight between her mother and father. Sneaking
out into the night to find some peace she'd
headed to her favorite place. Pulling out the
well-worn memory of that calm evening and the
late night rendezvoused of tree perching; she
had watched Miranda perform her nightly routine
of brushing that long golden hair. The rhythm
of the night and the fluidity of the brush
through that silk Rocco had felt a calmness and
peace she had never found before at her
ever-alarming chaotic home. Staying until the
light was turned out she had jumped down and
started back to the house that cops knew well.
She was not surprised to find the swirling red
and blue parked outside. She had been
surprised, however, when she saw her house
collapsed into tumbled sticks and fire seared
furniture. A small explosion and a subsequent
fire had killed her parents. She had escaped
only to be swept away from the small-town life
and into a foreign flavor of the big town. Her
relatives on her mom's side had handed her over
to a well-to-do Aunt that lived in New York.
Her Aunt had almost immediately shipped her off
to boarding school and thus, had begun the
privileged life of the soon to be T. V. starlet,
Rocco McNeil.
Fame had a price and hers was the loss of her
one friend and secret crush. She had left town
before being able to say goodbye. Although the
two girls had just barely gotten to know each
other they had shared a true interest together.
Rocco had never really found another that had so
easily captured her attention as the golden
haired beauty.
The feelings all returned to her in a rush.
Distracted from listening to a horrible
rendition of an intimately detailed breakup,
told by some snooty gossip home-town biddy, a
golden hair beauty had moved into the room.
Rocco already having achieved beer-drinking
status and halfway to raising the bottle to her
lips, when her blue eyes had tracked over toward
the door and found herself pinned by the
greenest eyes looking back.
An instant transport to her childhood memories
had climbed into her shattered life and reminded
her of the good times. She had felt unused
muscles lifting to form a smile on her face and
her heart had lifted from its growing
depression. The green filled gaze stared back
in confusion as Miranda tried to recall who the
dark haired beauty was.
Then, it came to her. It was Rocco, all
grown-up and looking dangerously beautiful in
all her dark glory. Mandy recalled the many
nights she had sat on the window seat late at
night and brushed her hair, just to get an
undiscovered glimpse at the peeping tom that
Rocco, was being in the tree next to her room.
After school had started, the two girls had
grown apart by circumstances. Mandy had been
accepted into the elite girl groups and Rocco
was not. After hearing of her friend’s life and
hazardous family plight, Mandy had been told not
to mess with Rocco. Still, the first day at the
school, Rocco was the first girl to walk up and
say hello. She could have been her best friend,
except the other girls kept telling her how
really bad Rocco was.
Still, Mandy was drawn to Rocco like a moth to a
flame. Rocco was tough and resilient. She took
whatever the kids threw at her. She was taller
and tougher, than most girls in their class and
most of the boys too. Rocco’s black hair was
long and wild, held back by a leather tie. Her
jeans were skintight and worn at the knees as if
she spent hours scrubbing against the ground.
As new hormones raged through her body, Mandy
was drawn to the wild side of Rocco; unlike she
was to the immature boys in her classes.
Yet only a short time into the school year and
before Mandy had the opportunity to discover
what the new feelings were, Rocco’s family was
snuffed out in a tragic fire. Within days,
Rocco was swept from town and soon was only a
distant longing in Mandy’s mind wondering what
could have been.
Mandy was pulled back to the present as a quick
smirk hovered over the perfect lips smiling in
her direction. She instantly returned the grin
as she lifted her hand in a sign of
acknowledgement, all the while, easing her way
toward the leather bound figure now leaning
against the doorframe. She glowed as the dimple
deepened in her cheek. Mandy had only come to
the Christmas party to visit with some relatives
at the bash. She never dreamed she would run
into the elusive Rocco. She had always wondered
why she could never shake her memory from her
mind. It seemed after she realized to herself
she was gay every woman she had dated there
after was mentally measured to Rocco. None had
ever caused the high level of desire Rocco had
just created with her smile.
Oh my, my!
Rocco quirked her eyebrow in a questioning
gesture as she lifted her beer bottle in the
air. Mandy smiled as she nodded her head and
made her way through the crowd to meet up with
Rocco.
“Hello Miranda, how are you doing? How is the
library?” One of her Aunts asked as she moved
toward the kitchen and Rocco.
“I’m fine Aunt Martha. My job is going well as
usual. Being a librarian is a very sedate and
stogy job as you know. I stay out of trouble,
so there is nothing to worry about.” Mandy said
as she slipped to her aunt’s right side and
continued across the room.
Just as she neared the door, the mayor reached
out and grabbed hold of her elbow.
“Miranda, come with me. There is someone I want
you to meet.” He stated as he pulled her toward
him.
“Oh…but…I’m….” Miranda tried to say as she
stumbled against his side.
He pulled her forward at a rapid pace, but
stopped after going only a few feet.
“Miranda, I’d like you to meet our biggest
celebrity, Carol Rocco McNeil. I persuaded her
to return to town for the holidays. He bragged
as he put a hand against Mandy’s back and pushed
her forward.
She stumbled and would have fallen if Rocco had
not reached out and caught her by the shoulder,
pulling her in closer to her body to prevent the
fall from occurring.
“Nice to meet you again, Mandy.” The sultry
voice said smoothly close to her face.
Mandy lifted her hands until she was able to
push back away from Rocco by using Rocco’s arm
for leverage.
“Rocco, it has been a number of years, hasn’t
it?” Mandy said breathlessly.
“Oh…you two know each other?” The mayor asked
with a perplexed look on his face.
“Yes…we met many years ago.” Rocco smiled as
she looked into the sea green eyes staring at
her. “Here, Mandy.” She stated as she settled
a bottle of beer into Mandy’s hand.
Mandy lifted the bottle and ran its cool surface
against her flaming face. She knew she must be
beet red and wondered what kind of impression
was that going to make with Rocco. She had
heard the rumors around town about the continued
wild side of Rocco. Meeting in such a clumsy
way, was surely not going to make the impression
of sophistication she was hoping to display.
“Want to cool off?” Rocco leaned closer as she
whispered to Mandy.
“You know I do. I can’t believe what a klutz
you must think that I am.”
“Then come with me…no one will miss us.”
“Oh yes they will. You are the guest of
honor.”
“Honor!” Rocco snorted as she grinned that
wicked grin again.
“Where was that “honor” when these same people
used to shun me and tell their kids I was a
pariah? The hell with them, come on.” Rocco
reached out and locked her fingers with Mandy’s
as she pulled her along beside her.
Oh no…here I go again, just like a rag doll.
Mandy thought as she picked up her pace to keep
up with Rocco’s long strides. She looked down
and nearly tripped as she finally got a good
look at how Rocco’s tight leather pants clung to
her thighs. Her heart skipped a beat as blood
rushed through her body and her breathing
increased.
Rocco felt a hesitation from Mandy as she made
her way toward the back door. She looked down
and noticed that she was even more flushed than
earlier.
“Are you OK?” Rocco paused before pushing the
door open.
“Yes…yes never better in my entire life.” Mandy
said as she stepped outside the door being held
open by Rocco.
“Good..let’s hit the rode.” She once more held
Mandy’s hand as she walked over to where her
black Harley Street Rod was parked. Dropping
Mandy’s hand, she unhooked two helmets and
turned, handing one to Mandy.
Mandy’s mouth dropped open. It had been years
since she'd been on a motorcycle and never on
one with someone as daring as Rocco.
“Still want to go?” Rocco asked quietly as she
waited for some sign of action that Mandy was
going to put on the helmet.
“You bet I do.” Mandy finally pulled her gaze
from the shiny bike back to Rocco, who was
standing in front of her with her helmet already
on.
Mandy quickly pulled on the helmet, walked over
to the bike and straddled the back of the seat.
She patted the saddle as she said. “Well, what
are you waiting for?”
Rocco laughed aloud as she stepped over the
saddle, reached into her pocket, pulled out her
keys and started the machine. The engine roared
to life, it's strong vibrations felt by both
women as Rocco engaged the gears, gave it gas,
and peeled out of the curved driveway.
The bike screamed loudly as it soared off into
the black night. The glimmering Christmas
lights on neighboring houses became a
kaleidoscope of colors as the bike raced toward
the river.
The night was heavy in the Panhandle. The sound
of bullfrogs bellowing out their love song and
crickets rubbing their legs to sing their own
tune filled the air as the bike was shut off. A
Floridian silence overwhelmed the two riders as
Rocco took off her helmet and then stepped off
the bike only to turn around and straddle the
seat backward, reaching out to remove Mandy’s
helmet. Their thighs pressed together.
Mandy shivered in the sultry air. She swallowed
her nervousness and reaching over to the broad
shoulders before her. Sliding forward she fit
her lower body tightly against Rocco. They both
drew in sharp breaths.
“Mandy? You’re playing with fire.” Rocco
breathed as blue eyes deepened in need.
“I like the heat.” She whispered huskily.
Reaching upward she threaded her fingers into
that thick black mass of hair. Her nails
scrapping Rocco’s scalp as she gave a slight
pull to tilt that charismatic face upward.
Mandy was definitely tired of being the safe
librarian. Her heart was tripled and blood was
rushing. She had never felt so daring. She
lowered her lips to within a hairs breath of
Rocco’s.
“Make me burn Rocco.” She moaned as Rocco
leaned forward and closed the gap. Strong hands
encircled Mandy and pulled her against the solid
form. Rocco dove into the delicious depths
being offered from those lips. She struggled to
maintain some control. Mandy was finally in her
arms. Lips parted as tongues stroked each
other. The sweetest taste, the scent of her
skin, the feel of her breasts pressed up against
Rocco caused a carnal desire to grow. A low
growl escaped the starlet as she felt her tongue
sucked into a wet heat.
They kissed and fed each other what they had
been craving for years. Satisfaction and
passion renewed a connection between the women
that had become fragile through the years of
separation. They both felt a growing hunger
inside as they melded to each other.
Rocco searched under the blouse Mandy wore and
stroked across bare skin. Her hand circled
around to rise and cup a full breast. Mandy
arched as her nipple, rock hard with passion,
was stroked over and over with a thumb. Rocco
drug her lips free from the addiction of Mandy’s
mouth and pressed Mandy back on the bike seat.
Mandy leaned back and felt her shirt lifted, her
bra lowered. Rocco replaced her hand with her
mouth. A cry of pure pleasure escaped as teeth
nipped the sensitive flesh.
Rocco lathed her tongue over one pointed nipple
and then the other. She held the arching body
tightly against her as they rocked together.
She was on fire as Mandy continued to thrust her
body forward, causing the leather pants to ride
into her groin. The flames grew hotter as she
pressed both breasts together and flicked the
diamond tips over and over. Her hair was
grasped and pulled as Mandy lost control.
“Oh God, please Rocco.”
Rocco growled again, hearing Mandy call out her
name.
She quickly released the button and unzipped the
pants Mandy wore. A lifetime of loving from
afar Rocco was to excited to stop the
seduction. She needed to see Mandy, her Mandy,
explode with her touch. Slipping her hand into
the jeans and past the silk panties she touched
the curly hair. Her fingers sought out a damp
slit, causing a fevered cry from above. Rocco
sucked the nipple into her mouth even as she
stroked over the hardened bud below. Mandy
arched and stiffened with release. Her body
tightened and trembled as she road the fingers
bringing her over the edge.
Rocco caught Mandy as she relaxed back down into
the seat. Harshly drawn breaths told Mandy
Rocco was sitting on the edge. She leaned
forward and swiftly unbuttoned the leather fly.
Her own talented fingers slid into the damp
center and found the trigger Rocco so
desperately needed to have pulled. Mandy
grasped long black hair and jerked downward,
tilting Rocco’s face up. Mandy looked into the
deep blue eyes. She stroked firmly over the
hardened bud below and held tight as Rocco
bucked.
“Come for me, Rocco.” And so she did. Rocco
strained to maintain the clashed stare she held
with burning emerald green, but closed her eyes
in reaction as she cried out when her body
exploded. Rocco collapsed into her arms as she
road out the waves. Mandy murmured nonsense to
the butch woman even as she gave a butterfly
kiss to the tilted head bowing before her.
“Amazing. So much more than I imag…” Rocco
hesitated, before lifting herself slowly
upward. Her blue eyes looked through long black
lashes, hiding secrets Rocco had up until now,
managed to keep to herself. Mandy’s green eyes
burned with intensity.
“You imagined us…together?” Mandy leaned
forward and kissed the length of the exposed
jawline Rocco revealed as she cocked her head to
the side in contemplation.
A low growl had Mandy smiling against the still
heated skin. She felt Rocco tense with each
press she made of her lips.
“I imagined…so many times…” Rocco tried to
explain, but her thoughts were scattered as
Mandy reached over and filled her hand with a
rigid tipped breast. Her exquisite pinch of the
nipple made thinking, much less speaking,
meaningless for a moment. Rocco was just
beginning to squirm at the ministrations when a
car from the highway took the embankment turn
off toward the river. Seemed Rocco’s idea of
the perfect seclusion was about to be broken.
Mandy saw the headlights flash in the dark and
knew they only had a few minutes to make plans.
She leaned upward and grabbed the flushed
earlobe with her teeth. Releasing it she
whispered an idea into that attentive ear. Her
tongue stroked over the nip she had made.
“If this is how you cool off, I’m really
wondering how you are when you get hot! I’d
like to find out.”
Rocco reached up and stopped the fingers doing
delicious things to her nipple. She reached for
the helmet clipped onto the saddlebag. Pushing
it toward Mandy she kissed her hard once more.
“We have run out of time here. Let’s go.”
Mandy nodded as she smiled, enjoying the
tingling of her lips being kissed. The car
arrived just in time for it's occupants to see
the two helmeted riders slowly moving toward the
exit of the small river parking.
Mandy clung to the woman in front of her and
licked her lips in anticipation of what was yet
to come.
Rocco took a deep breath and frowned. Her brain
started to evaluate what had just happened. How
in the hell could she have sex with Miranda
Hinton on her bike? Years of longing to tell
Mandy of her love and here she had taken the
first opportunity and turned it into a sexcapade.
Was she really that shallow? Did Mandy feel
like a one-night stand? What was going to
happen now?
The bike headed back toward the mayor's house
without a thought. Miranda frowned slightly as
she registered where they were. Why were they
going back? She finally had her Rocco in her
arms and she never wanted to let go. What was
Rocco doing?
The bike pulled up outside the still party
filled house. Rocco held rigid in her seat as
she contemplated what to do. She didn’t want
the evening to end. Hell, she didn’t want a
lifetime of Mandy to end. She paused to find
words.
“So you’re dropping me off? That’s it? Am I
just another notch on your belt, Rocco? I
thought we shared more than that,”
Mandy stated coldly as she thrust the spare
helmet over into surprised hands. Miranda
stepped back from the bike and bit her lip
looking down at the ground. Looking up she
nudged her head down the street, as she arched
an eyebrow. Rocco followed her direction with
her eyes, and then turned back toward the
beautiful creature standing near. Still silent,
she wondered how she could fix this situation.
Mandy took care of that with her declaration.
“I won’t hold you, Rocco. I loved every
minute. But, I won’t pin you down. I like the
wild girl I knew back then and I desire the
untamable woman she has become. If you get the
chance or have the inclination, look me up. I’m
here. I’ll be available, anytime.” Mandy made
the bold statement and felt tears welling up
inside. She had to escape, or Rocco would know
she had deeper feelings than she was implying.
She rushed forward and kissed Rocco with a brief
and deeply meaningful goodbye kiss. Hoping
Rocco would someday come back to her she turned
and rushed up the walkway toward the house. Her
tear filled eyes blurring the path.
Rocco sat astride her bike and asked herself
‘What the Hell just happened?’
Deciding she needed to think she headed toward
the hotel where she was staying. It didn’t take
her long before she was once again, alone in an
empty room that was designed for two. She
glanced around at the luxury the town had
provided…a room full of Christmas flowers, fruit
and champagne with no one, but her to enjoy it.
“Bah Humbug!” Rocco said aloud as she stripped
and headed toward the shower.
As the hot water cascaded over her naked body,
she recalled the flames of desire that had burst
through her not two hours ago. Nodding her
head, Rocco knew she had to see Mandy again and
try to explain how she was really feeling. She
didn’t want to fuck this up like she had with so
many relationships in her past. Mandy meant too
much to her and she needed to move more slowly
if that is what it took to show Mandy how much
she cared for her.
Too soon her shower was over. After toweling
off, Rocco padded naked to the bed. Lying in
the dark, her thoughts constantly returned to
Mandy until finally Morpheus cast his spell and
sent her into a dream world where nothing
existed, but her and Mandy.
Monday passed as uneventful as any other day on
Mandy’s calendar. Christmas was only seven days
away. However, her thoughts could only think of
the past. She kept returning to last Saturday
night and Rocco. She wondered if Rocco had left
town already. Mandy realized she had said some
very harsh words to Rocco out of fear over the
depth of her own feelings. She now wished she
had the opportunity to take back the words said
in anger at the end of the evening. Oh well
if wishes were horses then beggars would ride.
She thought as she piled the returned books onto
the cart to make the rounds of re-shelving. It
was only thirty minutes till closing. No one
had come in during the last two hours and in her
long years of experience she knew that no one
local was likely to come in right before
closing.
Mandy pushed the cart to the back of the library
and turned down the isle marked English
Literature. She paused halfway down the
darkened aisle, closed her eyes and simply
inhaled the musty odor of old books. The smell
always reminded her of her beloved books and why
she'd made the decision to become a librarian.
Suddenly, Mandy felt a pair of arms wrap around
her from behind, trapping her arms to her
sides. She screamed loudly out of fear before
the sultry odor of the assailant’s body filled
her flaring nostrils. She stiffened in the arms
wrapped around her as she started yelling.
“What the hell do you think you are doing? You
scared the shit out of me.” Mandy said as she
tugged out of the strong arms imprisoning her.
She spun around and looked into the sheepish
face of Rocco.
“Ugh….Hello.” Rocco said with a sassy grin
covering her face.
“Don’t you ‘Hello’ me after nearly giving me a
heart attack.” Mandy snapped angrily.
“You’re right. Here, let me start over.” Rocco
said softly as she reached out and gently pulled
the still stiff Mandy toward her. Leaning down
she pressed her mouth over Mandy’s as her tongue
gently traced Mandy’s tightly pressed lips.
Mandy groaned before melting against the front
of Rocco and opening her mouth to allow the
marauding tongue to search her own depths. Her
hands crept up the front of Rocco’s denim shirt
before clutching her broad shoulders in a
deathlike grip. Standing on tiptoe, Mandy
thrust her tongue against the one that was
turning her body to melted butter. Her
breathing became irregular and she felt herself
growing light-headed as kiss after kiss reigned
against her mouth. She could feel Rocco’s hands
moving from her arms to slide tightly against
her buttocks, pulling her body more snuggly
against Rocco’s skin tight jeans.
Rocco groaned as once more her body flared to
life with a single kiss to Mandy’s mouth. Once
tasted, she couldn’t turn away as she returned
time and again for one sip after another. Her
tongue dueled with Mandy’s as thrust and parry
fueled the flames burning through her body.
Once more, lust soared through her limbs as her
need for Mandy overcame all else around her.
The library was quiet except for the wet
smacking of lips and soft groans of the two
women. Everything around them was forgotten as
their bodies drove them to seek release. Rocco
pulled back and looked over Mandy’s shoulder.
At the end of the aisle she could see a study
table in the darkened shadows of the library.
Quickly walking Mandy backward while locked
securely in her arms, Rocco didn’t stop until
the backs of Mandy’s knees bumped the table.
In seconds, Rocco had unfastened Mandy’s blouse
as her tongue tingled wanting to touch the
deepening pink flesh before her eyes. Her
thumbs slid beneath Mandy’s bra and slid it
upward even as Rocco’s hot, questing mouth
worked a wet trail down Mandy’s chin to her red
rosebud. Rocco fastened her lips around the
hardening bud and sucked as though dying of
thirst.
“Oh god………” Mandy’s breathed outward as her body
arched forward; pressing her breast harder
against Rocco’s laving tongue.
Rocco drew back.
“Don’t stop…please don’t stop now.”
“I don’t think I could if I wanted to.” Rocco
replied breathlessly. Slipping her hands down
Mandy’s body, her fingers cupped the juncture
between Mandy’s thighs. She felt the heat as
her digits rubbed hard against the silken
slacks, pressing deeper into Mandy’s cleavage.
“Fuck…yes. I mean fuck me…please.” Mandy
panted as her body hiked against Rocco’s
marauding hand.
Jingle! Jingle!
Rocco pulled her hand back and stood up
straight.
“What the hell is that?”
Mandy pushed away from Rocco while she quickly
refastened her blouse.
“Shit. That is someone at the front desk.”
She replied in a hurried whisper as she rushed
back down the aisle toward the front of the
library.
“Damn…damn…damn.” Rocco chanted as she softly
banged her head against the shelf of books. She
remained where she was as she took several deep
breaths.
That’s not what I came here to do.
She thought, as her body remained tense with
desire. I sure as hell wish we could have
finished it. Rocco reached up and pulled a
book from the shelf before slowly making her way
back to the front counter.
Mrs. Jones, the minister’s wife and Mandy, were
standing on either side of the counter, talking
with one another.
“No…I assure you I am fine Mrs. Jones. I’m
flushed from rushing back up here to help you
out.”
“Well...if you say so.” Mrs. Jones replied
before looking over at Rocco and lifting her
head in distain. She picked up the book she had
checked out and left the library.
“That was close.” Mandy stated with a wry grin
on her lips.
“Not close enough.” Rocco replied as she leaned
over the desk and drew Mandy forward for another
passionate kiss.
“Would you like to stop by my room at the hotel
after you get off work? We need to talk. About
us.” Rocco said in a slightly nervous voice.
“I would love to. And yes, we do need to talk.
I want to talk about this past weekend and what
I said to you.”
“Good…I’ll be waiting.” Rocco turned and
walked toward the exit. Before leaving, she
looked once more over her shoulder. “My room is
707.”
“The Penthouse…oh my God...I can’t wait to see
it.” Mandy’s excited tone brought a soft
laughter to Rocco’s lips as she left the
library.
Mandy barely looked around the huge Penthouse
loft as she eyed the fantastic figure of her
host. Rocco had answered the door wearing a
T-shirt and spandex shorts, her skin sweaty from
the cardio workout she'd been doing. Solid legs
bulged with cut muscles as she walked back into
the loft. Mandy found her mouth dry as dust as
the glut’s dimpled and flexed with the sensual
stride.
“I’m sorry; I didn’t realize what time it was.
I need to take a quick shower. Make yourself at
home?” Rocco grimaced at her disheveled state.
She wiped a drip of sweat from her brow and
brushed the wet strands of black hair away from
her face.
Mandy just managed to nod as she watched the
flexing bicep and glistening skin dance in front
of her. Rocco turned to go to the bathroom and
her shower.
Mandy stood near the couch. When she heard the
shower water start she drew in a heavy breath.
Looking around the plush environment she shook
her head. Nothing else mattered, but Rocco.
Mandy had to tell her.
Turning she headed to the bathroom. The door
was closed and she could hear Rocco humming.
The deep rich tones of her voice drew Mandy in.
The steam that filled the bathroom blew around
in circles as the air from the hallway entered
along with Mandy.
The singing stopped suddenly and a sexy chuckle
sounded.
“Can I help you with something, Miss
Librarian?” Mandy flushed with the warmth and a
growing feeling of arousal.
“The question is can I help YOU with
something?” Mandy answered even as she saw the
hand coming through the curtain to crook its
finger and beckon her with its come here
motion.
Mandy stripped off her clothes in 2.3 seconds
and moved toward the shower. She stepped inside
and found herself behind Miss McNeil. Not just
any McNeil, but Rocco, the soon to be starlet
from Hollywood, McNeil. And she was butt-ass
naked. Mandy removed the bath sponge Rocco was
using and took over the task of soaping up that
beautiful body. Rocco moaned as her back was
stroked and her ass cupped. She put her
powerful arms forward to press against the
shower wall as Mandy ran the sponge over every
inch of her backside.
Fingers followed the sponge as she painted over
the muscles with a brush of skin to skin. Rocco
trembled as Mandy reached around a hip to slide
her fingers into the dark curls in front. Her
smaller naked body leaned forward and ground
against her ass. Rocco panted with need as
Mandy stroked her higher.
“You’re going to make me come!” Rocco exclaimed
as she widened her legs to allow closer
contact. Mandy nodded even as she rocked into
the hardened cheek with her pelvis. Her hand
became firmer and more direct in the front even
as she reached down and with her free hand and
slid a small finger down in the back. Rocco
groaned as she felt the double attack. Her body
became rigid with uncontrolled desire. She
stood up and thrust forward into the busy
fingers. There were a few more arches and she
exploded. Mandy held on and continued the
caresses through the powerful waves of desire.
Rocco had been letting the water pelt down on
her. She lowered herself onto her knees as the
pleasure ran through. The orgasm had made her
weak. She kneeled in front of Mandy and gasped
in air. Mandy pressed Rocco’s head to her
stomach. She felt inexplicably pleased with
herself. She stroked Rocco’s hair as the taller
woman regained herself.
The first touch of a tongue on her stomach had
Mandy gasping for air too. The powerful wet
organ trailed slightly down into the wet curls
and slid inward. The thrumming pleasure Mandy
had been controlling suddenly grew beyond
control.
She grasped the dark wet hair of her lover and
pulled her closer. Rocco let her tongue
tantalize its prey. The folds were parted and
light grazing over the hardened and deadly
sensitive center was causing the most delicious
sounds to be made from above. Rocco lifted one
leg over her shoulder and deepened her French
kiss. She treasured the taste Mandy was made
of. Mandy began to beg for release long before
Rocco was ready. The hard ceramic tub and the
eventual cooling of the shower water made Rocco
get down to business. She flicked her tongue
across the hardened bundle and felt echoing
tremors shoot through Mandy. She continued the
strokes over and over. Mandy became enflamed as
she cried out.
“I’m going to come. Oh God Rocco. Right
there.” Mandy gripped the skilled tongue and
rode her lover's face into the best orgasm of
her life. Rocco swallowed the juices that
rushed outward from her banquet of Mandy’s
body. She let her flat tongue press firmly to
the exposed nerve bundle and felt Mandy have a
second orgasm flow through her body.
Rocco caught the seductress in her arms and
moved them out of the tub. A huge towel was
wrapped around Mandy before Rocco half carried
her into the bedroom. Lying her down into the
silk sheets Rocco lay down with her. They both
drifted off into sleep.
“I love you Carol Rocco McNeil! I always
have.” Mandy said softly as she brushed a wild
strand of dark hair back from Rocco’s face.
Rocco’s deep breathing faltered. She opened her
blue eyes to look into the vivid green of her
lover.
“You do?” Rocco asked her voice full of
insecurities she had hidden from the world.
Mandy nodded.
Rocco smiled that sensual grin and displayed the
charming dimple. “I’m so glad to hear it. I
love you too and you’re not getting rid of me
for a long time.” Long arms reached over and
pulled the smaller form closer to her. A soft
kiss of satisfaction was pressed to Mandy’s
head. Mandy snuggled into the warmth and
teasingly licked the soft skin available to her
mouth. A sexy growl from above told her she was
playing with fire.
I like the feel of Rocco’s heat trying to burn
in me..
Let's see if my starlet can keep up?
She thought wickedly as she licked and nibbled
her way down a short distance of skin to suck
the hardening nipple into her mouth.
The End
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