Free After Midnight by Chelsea James Page A

tight ball of her hand was simply there, a fullness like nothing I’d experienced. If I opened my eyes, I could see her sinewy, muscular arm rocking minutely as she gently moved her powerful fist and her tongue kept pace with my clit. But what made stars explode
behind my eyes, what made Sonia seem like a superhero, was when her free hand came around to press against my stomach. At first my hand reached up to stop her. The swelling and pressure were too great, too much, and I was afraid of what I might do. Would I crush her? Hurt her? Scare her? The Sonia in front of me wasn’t just the sexy computer geek I’d glimpsed earlier, but a woman who was huffing and sweating, taking me over and over the most dangerous of precipices, giving so much of herself I could barely stand to accept it.
    I didn’t wonder why she was pulling out all the stops on what could only charitably be called our first date but simply went with the feeling, opening my body to her as she gently twisted her hand back and forth, knocking on my door, begging for entrance, even as her powerful palm pushed down against me. She was pushing and pulling, inside and out, everywhere at once, and when I finally did fall over that cliff and ride the sparkling white crashing waves to the ground, I screamed, my cries echoing off her walls as she flattened her tongue against my clit and guided me safely to the ground. My pussy clamped tightly around her hand, as if molding itself to her shape, while my juices trickled down her wrist. Who knows how long it went on—all I can tell you is that I was spent when we were done. I couldn’t talk, and even if I’d wanted to, I had no idea what to say.
    Sweetly, Sonia kissed me—on my hip, then my chest, then my shoulder, then my cheek—before getting up. She returned sparkling clean bearing a glass of water, and she helped me sit up and held the cool glass to my lips. “I don’t know what to say,” I finally managed, knowing she’d understand.
    â€œI’m the one who’s used to being in front of the mike, remember?” she said, her deep brown eyes teasing me as I struggled to sip instead of gulp.

    That was two years ago, time during which I’ve seen Sonia work many crowds, flirting and teaching and showing off that gorgeous body as effortlessly as she slipped her hand inside me that first night. The only thing that’s changed is that I’ve managed to show her a trick or two as well, but she’s still my favorite geeky girl, and I’m happy to say I’m hers as well.

A NEW NECKLACE
    Austin J. Austin
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    D alia was long past the tuning stage when I walked through the door. I recognized one of her new songs coming out of the amp, and I smiled. “Sorry I’m late. Sounds good.”
    She smiled at me and kept playing. I dug the thickest sheaf of poems out of my bag and looked for a clean place to sit. Jay and Kadja were lying propped up against each other on the futon. When I had closed the door, Jay had opened her eyes and taken a film canister out of the pocket of her hoodie. Now she picked up Kadja’s limp hand, tapped some powder out onto the web between thumb and forefinger, sniffed a bump, and nodded up at me. When Kadja woke up and Jay told her, “I didn’t want you to feel left out,” the couple dissolved into sleepy kisses and giggles.
    I settled onto one of Smith’s famous dark-wood desk chairs with the wide seat, heavy frame, and inexplicable lower-leg tilt. Snide upperclasswomen-with-a- Y called it the Plath Tilt while
looking up, for effect, at the ceiling for a pipe sturdy enough to toss a noose over. I had developed quite a penchant for sitting naked in mine, tipped all the way back, while getting eaten out. I’d hold on to my partner’s long hair for balance, as ze sucked my clit and bit my luscious fat labia, and when I came I’d slide almost all the way off on my own