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  Reluctantly, Keri let Marcie go. Her own hair was drip dry, but Marcie took more time because the wild curls were always a challenge to tame. Keri went to get her best clothes out of the suitcase. They only differed from the rest of her clothes because the black jeans were new, sort of, and the shirt was black silk.

  She padded over the thick blue carpet, liking the way it felt under her feet. It was soft enough to fuck on, but floors didn’t have the appeal to her forty-year old body they once did. She couldn’t wait to try the king-sized bed. She went back to the bathroom to find Marcie leaning forward to peer at her face in the mirror. She wore only her bra and panties so far and Keri couldn’t help herself. She ran an appreciative hand over the curve of Marcie’s ass.

  Marcie’s responsive shudder took Keri’s breath away. Their gazes locked in the mirror and Keri slowly pressed her fingers into the crotch of Marcie’s panties.

  “I’m not sure you’re going to make it through dinner in this condition.” Keri hooked her fingers around the fabric and pulled it out of her way. Marcie was steaming hot.

  “There’s no time,” Marcie protested. “You know how long it takes me to—”

  “There’s time for this, honey.” Keri got right behind her, trapping her against the counter. She pushed two fingers inside Marcie’s heat, which felt fantastic. “I’ll go down on you later, I promise, and you know I don’t care how long it takes. I know this isn’t your first choice, but it could be faster. Could be what you need right now.”

  Marcie made a sound Keri hadn’t heard before, then she pushed her ass back into Keri’s crotch. “God, Keri, why does that feel so good?”

  “I don’t care why.” Keri couldn’t help herself. She wrapped an arm tight around Marcie’s waist, and used her hips to thrust her hand even more firmly inside. She gritted her teeth so she wouldn’t say words like pussy and juicy and explain, in between her own groans, how hard her own clit was getting from the way Marcie looked, her breasts heaving, her face flushed, her body braced to push back as Keri got even more forceful. “Come, baby, on my hand.”

  Marcie let out a surprised gasp and did just that.

  *

  “Okay, so we’ve talked about everything else over this wonderful dinner.” Marcie licked the spoon free of rum cocoa sponge cake. She lowered her voice. “Everything except what happened in the bathroom.”

  “What about it?” Keri’s pulse had still not recovered. She really enjoyed sex with Marcie, adored going down on her, and appreciated the same in return. Before they’d gone to bed the first time Marcie had explained her belief in the naturalness of the female body and how sex should reflect that. Even before that, their obvious chemistry had prompted both Nirvana and Sunshine to pointedly discuss, in front of Keri, the heterosexism that tainted much of lesbian sexuality these days. It still made her mad that they’d equated her butchness with thinking and wanting to be like a guy. They were Marcie’s closest friends, so she hadn’t retorted that she was a woman who fucked women who liked to be fucked by women, and anything she did, therefore, was about being a lesbian and not some secret longing to degrade her sex partners to the status of the little missus. “I gathered that you, well, enjoyed it.”

  “It felt, well, like…it was new. I mean…”

  “Was it okay?”

  “Yes.” Marcie’s eyes widened in emphasis. “It was, I mean if it was for you.”

  “Baby, I loved it.”

  “That’s new, too—you haven’t called me baby before.”

  Keri felt her cheeks color. She hadn’t realized she was doing it. “Sorry. I know you find it infantiliz—”

  “Not the way you said it then,” Marcie said quickly. “It felt…safe, nurturing.”

  “Okay.” An unexpected glow of pleasure radiated through Keri’s chest. She wants to be my baby, she thought.

  The rest of dessert was consumed with many shy glances, and Keri wondered what Marcie was thinking about. More fucking? She hoped so, because there was a multi-screen, full on, Marcie-on-her-back-Keri-on-top scene repeating in her head so loudly sometimes she missed what Marcie said.

  They left the restaurant arm-in-arm. Catching sight of their reflection in one of the many mirrors, Keri said, “You look so beautiful in that color.” The deep Caribbean blue tunic over a long, simple wrap skirt in the same color brought out the delicate, light color of Marcie’s eyes.

  “Thank you. You look pretty damn good yourself.” Marcie turned slightly and Keri wondered if it were her imagination that Marcie’s nipples were hard and pressing into her arm through the thin black silk shirt. She wanted to explore Marcie right there, find out if she was right.

  Marcie patted her tummy and said, “I could use a little stroll…before…”

  Keri finished the sentence in her head with, “Before I fuck you senseless,” but she was pretty sure that wouldn’t be Marcie’s choice of phrasing. All she said was, “Me, too.”

  Marcie fished in her pocket and withdrew a plastic card that Keri first thought was a room key. “Our bundle of freebies had this gift card to Prada. A hundred bucks probably doesn’t go that far.”

  Keri tucked Marcie’s hand under her arm and turned toward the curving escalators that led to the designer shops. “Let’s go see.”

  Marcie’s prediction turned out to be correct. For the items that even had price tags the gift card hardly dented the cost. Much as Keri would have liked to have seen Marcie in Prada heels, she knew neither of them could afford that kind of extravagance.

  “It was still fun looking around,” Marcie said. They exited the store and stepped out of the way of two leggy, shapely women. Keri recognized them from the lobby—the two slinky brunettes.

  “I’m going to get it right now, Kitty,” one was saying to the other. “I’ll wear it to the poker finals. I won that gift card and I’m going to use it, even if I have to make up the rest.”

  “Ladies,” Keri said. “Would you like another gift card? We can’t use ours.”

  “Oh wow, you’re kidding, right?” The taller of the two gave Keri a skeptical look. “Why would you do that?”

  “I can’t throw it away.” She glanced at Marcie, who nodded encouragingly.

  “Well, hey, that’s really sweet.” Perfectly painted lips curved in a smile. “Here, it’s not right if I don’t give you something back. I’ve got a gift card to the toy boutique that our convention is having in one of the suites. The last thing I need is more toys.”

  She pressed the card into Keri’s hand and accepted the Prada card in return. “Suite fifteen hundred.”

  “Women like that are selling toys?” Marcie was genuinely puzzled as Keri led her to the elevators.

  The distant ringing of slot machines was a match to the alarms going off in Keri’s head. You’re going to freak her out, she told herself. If you bring toys up, and she says no, things will never be the same. You’re falling for her, and after all the bad times, she’s a great time you shouldn’t mess up.

  “Not those kinds of toys, honey.” She had a sudden inspiration. “I think we should go pick out something really outrageous as a gag gift for the Solstice White Elephant.” Keri’s heart was beating inside her eardrums.

  “Oh, you mean…”

  “Lube, silicone, leather.”

  “I’ll bet a hundred bucks doesn’t buy much in that store either. I’ve never actually shopped for that kind of thing before.” Marcie was blushing. “When in Vegas…”

  Just a few minutes later, Keri was feeling seriously faint as she watched Marcie mull over the choices in dildos. She was very business-like, picking them up to see how much they weighed, and only rolling her eyes at one so large it could have served as a table leg. Keri kept her hands in her pockets as Marcie touched vibrators and even some of the bondage supplies. When she got to the lube samples Keri finally got up the nerve to make it clear she wasn’t exactly a novice.

  “Try this one,” she suggested, squeezing a single drop onto Marcie’s fingertip. “I think
that stretchy and slightly viscous is the most…natural.”

  Marcie’s eyebrows arched as she rolled the lube between her fingers and thumb. “That’s…I didn’t think it would feel quite so real.” A gorgeous flush crept up her throat.

  “I know the older I get the more a little extra moisture helps.”

  “I hadn’t noticed you lacking.” Marcie sniffed the lube, but Keri knew it was odorless.

  “Nor me you. All I have to do is look at you and…” She winked. “Course, there are high stress days where worrying about being wet enough is almost enough to turn off the libido. Lube is like permission to get ready. If there’s a hurry, it’s permission to skip foreplay and just—” She broke off, blushing. “Like this afternoon.”

  “I’ve never been into fast and…hot and bothered, I mean…the way you make me feel.” Marcie kept playing with the slippery stuff on her fingertips as if she couldn’t help herself. “I’ve always wanted the slowness, the time.”

  “It’s almost like a ritual with you. I love the care you take to set the stage, and how it always seems like an occasion, I really do.” But it doesn’t always have to be that way, Keri wanted to add.

  “Maybe I’ve been unimaginative for the last twenty or so years. Or maybe it’s you bringing out something in me.” Marcie moved closer and whispered, “Your fingers felt really good inside me. I really didn’t need…time. I needed…you.”

  “Baby,” Keri whispered back, “I could do that to you right now.”

  Marcie swallowed hard. “Shall we get these things? Um, this one—we could say it was a holistic art work and see who figures out first what it really is.”

  Keri liked the size and look of the marbled toy. It was a classic non-representational shape, sleek from tip to base. Today was the first time she’d really explored the inside of Marcie, but her guess was the toy would be a good fit. Not that she would suggest they use it. This was a gag gift. Right.

  “What about lube? If we give someone a toy, they ought to have lube.”

  Marcie held up a small bottle of Nirvana brand. “Sunshine will think that’s funny.”

  “Nirvana won’t.”

  “Nirvana doesn’t think anything is funny, but that’s okay.”

  The traded gift card just covered the two items and Keri tucked the toy package under her arm as if it were perfectly natural to walk around that way. Marcie opened the lube bottle to smell it as they waited for the elevator to arrive. She tipped a drop onto her index finger and rubbed it around. “A little really goes a long way.”

  Keri watched Marcie smoothing the lube between her fingers and thumb, and imagined those slick fingers pushing between her legs. Not that lube was necessary at the moment. It would just feel really sexy and good, Marcie playing with her cunt, fingers slipping through all the folds, circling her clit, teasing at her opening—Keri hid a shudder. If she didn’t get a grip, she would no doubt scare Marcie with her intensity. “A little goes a long way, especially on a tile floor, but that’s not a good thing.”

  Marcie laughed and closed the flip top when the elevator arrived, hiding it in her skirts again. “This is one occasion that our habit of never using plastic bags is a little embarrassing.”

  “It’s just a short distance.”

  There was no one on the elevator. Marcie stepped inside and Keri moved right behind her. The doors closed and Keri slid her free hand onto Marcie’s waist, shifting forward so they were in the same pose they’d been in the bathroom earlier.

  Marcie pushed her ass into Keri’s hips as she made a wonderful, half-moaning, yielding sound. Keri felt disoriented, and the tight ache of her breasts was close to painful. When the elevator doors opened it was Marcie who broke their contact. She glanced over her shoulder at Keri, her eyes dilated and breath coming in gasps. Apparently, what she saw in Keri’s face was okay, because an anticipatory smile flitted across her lips.

  Keri reminded herself that Marcie hadn’t agreed to unbox the dildo, and she certainly hadn’t said she wanted Keri use it on her. Marcie had seemed to accept that it was a joke. She set the box down on the dresser across from the bed, though, and Marcie set the bottle of Nirvana lube next to it. Besides, the dildo was not necessary given what she wanted to do to Marcie with just her hands.

  “Well, this has been quite a night,” Marcie said.

  “It’s not over, baby,” Keri said softly. She turned Marcie to face her. “I want to finish what we started.”

  She wasn’t particularly gentle as she untied Marcie’s skirt so it could fall to the floor. Marcie gasped as Keri shoved her hands inside her panties, cupping her ass. They kissed, hard, a kiss she only ended to lift Marcie’s tunic over her head. It drifted across a nearby chair, and she pulled Marcie aggressively into her arms.

  “I really want to make love to you,” Keri whispered into Marcie’s ear. “Please, baby, just let me take care of you the way I think you need. The way I need to tonight.”

  Marcie pushed her away. She slid the straps of her bra off her shoulders and slowly peeled down the cups, not quite exposing her nipples. “What happens in Vegas…?”

  “Stays in Vegas.”

  “Nobody back home has to know.” Marcie shimmied her bra a little lower. “It’s none of their business.”

  Keri’s mouth was watering. “Nobody has to know what?”

  Marcie caressed Keri’s cheek. “First time I saw you I got the most outrageous thoughts in my head. I scared myself with the things I imagined doing with you.”

  “Like what?” Keri captured and kissed Marcie’s hand.

  She swallowed. “I like my friends. I like the way we live. But I don’t know how sex got to be…part of the way of life. I mean, does how we have sex really have an impact on global warming? Live simply, that was the T-shirt you were wearing when you came into the store that day. I looked at you, and I thought ‘Live simply, but I want her to fuck me hard.’”

  Keri’s nipples tightened and her fingers curled with the effort not to grab Marcie and throw her on the bed. “But when we went to bed the first time you said—”

  “I was scared. I didn’t know how to say what I wanted. I could only say what I was used to. You made it fantastic. I realized I wanted more…”

  Keri was getting lost in the soft blue of Marcie’s eyes. She looked so vulnerable and yet so ready to try something new. “Do you know how to say it now?”

  “I’m not sure. But I think if we practice, I’ll learn.”

  Taking a steadying breath, Keri pulled down Marcie’s bra and filled her palms with the luscious, full breasts. She meant to be gentler than she was as she caught Marcie’s erect nipples between her fingers and thumbs. “Tonight’s different, but not every night has to be like tonight. We can do anything we want. It’s Vegas.”

  Marcie shuddered and let out a moan. She put her hands on Keri’s, encouraging the attention to her breasts. She threw her head back, a beautiful line of luscious woman.

  Words, so hard before, flowed out of Keri. “I love touching you, and kissing you. I like it when we’re so close our eyelashes brush. You wrap me up tight and close when we make love. Tonight I don’t want to do that.”

  Marcie’s lips had parted as her hands slowly slid along Keri’s forearms, eventually to her shoulders. “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want to dissolve you into the bed, baby. I want to make you come on my hand again, harder this time. I want us both to get so worked up that it feels like we’ll never get enough, so we keep doing it.” She wrapped an arm around Marcie’s waist and pushed her fingers between Marcie’s wet thighs.

  Marcie’s mewl of pleasure was all the encouragement Keri needed. She pushed her roughly back onto the bed. “Let’s do it this way for now. I’ll keep my clothes on and fuck you, and we’ll see how wet you can get me. You’re getting taken care of tonight.” She couldn’t stop the words, she meant them. “I love your cunt, baby, and I want to worship it, fuck it, and fuck you so good that you go on craving me. I love the c
andles and the long, slow baths, but I want it like this, too.”

  Marcie arched her pelvis into Keri’s jeans. “The first time I saw you, with your shoulders stretching that T-shirt, I wanted you to push me up onto a counter and have me. I’d never felt like that before. I wondered if it was a midlife cri—”

  Keri kissed Marcie hard. “So what if it is? So what?” She sank two fingers into Marcie. “Does this feel good?”

  “Yes, Keri, please.” Marcie’s eyes had widened, but they weren’t frightened or confused. Keri felt herself tipping over a cliff she hadn’t realized was there—she didn’t just like Marcie, she loved her.

  “That’s what I want to hear, baby.” She knew her black slacks were getting smeared and it excited her even more. She was sober, Marcie wasn’t just another body, and the crystal-clear perceptions of subtle shifts in Marcie’s eye color, the mottling of her skin as her abandonment grew—Keri realized she’d never been present when doing this to any other woman. But she was in this room, in love with this woman.

  She pushed in four fingers, filling Marcie completely, and gloried in Marcie’s, “Don’t stop!”

  “Oh, I’m not going to stop, baby. You’re going to come on my hand, then you’re going to come on my face, then I might carry you into the bathroom and fuck you there.”

  Marcie, usually without words during sex, found her voice. “Is that what you want to do to me? Yes, that’s what I want. Fuck me like that tonight. Fuck me, baby, please.”

  Marcie cried out and Keri smothered the half scream with a gasping kiss. “Anything you want, everything you need.”

  *

  Keri finally got out of bed to close the drapes. Marcie had really liked looking out at the lights while Keri went down on her, but they were so ever-present the room was too bright to sleep. At least for her. Marcie was sprawled across the bed in total abandon to the night, her hair wild on the pillow. Her little half-snore was breaking Keri’s heart in the best possible way.

  The unopened box with the toy gleamed in the flickering light just before the drapes whisked closed. What happens in Vegas might stay in Vegas, but Keri had a feeling that the toy, along with all the things they’d learned tonight, was coming home with them.