Ronda Meyers was sore and tired. And bored. She hated fundraisers and the like. Sheâ€™d put on a good front and done her part. Sheâ€™d allowed herself to be pawed and prodded like a piece of prime beef. But now she was ready to go home. She searched the room for Gayla, who was in her element, unfortunately. Gayla loved the crowds. She loved to press the flesh. If she could eke out one more dollar of support, she would.
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Finally, Ronda spotted Gayla. Their gazes met across the crowded room. Gaylaâ€™s pleaded for one more minute, just as Rondaâ€™s pleaded for them to leave right then. Gayla gave in and crossed the room to where Ronda stood waiting for her.
â€œBaby.â€ Gayla ran her hand over Rondaâ€™s jacket and down her arm. â€œThings are going great here. Do we have to leave now?â€
â€œYouâ€™re not the one who had practice today. Iâ€™m wiped out. Besides, this isnâ€™t your gig. Youâ€™re not putting it on. So, youâ€™ve already done enough.â€
â€œStill, any penny we can use to raise the awareness of you women, we need to do it. We need fans in those seats. The bigger the American Womenâ€™s Football Association gets, the more money you get.â€
â€œI get that. Believe me. But right now, Iâ€™m tired of being one of the poster girls for the sport. I want to get out of here.â€
They made their way to the Goldens who were throwing this particular fundraiser. They thanked them for their hard work and said their good-byes.
Ronda could feel the tension leaving her body as she sat in their hired car.
â€œMan, I hate those things,â€ she said.
â€œYou shouldnâ€™t. People pay top dollar to come and see you.â€
It was true. Ronda not only played for the championship team, she was the reigning league MVP. People did pay whatever was asked to rub shoulders with her, feel her biceps, and some even tried to squeeze a hamstring or quad.
That was going too far, and Ronda would have to play it off when all she wanted to do was punch those people in the face. She was a human being, after all, not just a piece of meat.
Ronda opened an eye and looked over at Gayla. She had on a black cocktail dress that was split high enough to show off her shapely thighs. And Gayla had great thighs. She was Rondaâ€™s assistant and she worked very hard for her. But occasionally, no, often, they crossed that line from professional to personal. Ronda, exhausted though she was, hoped that night would be one of those times. She crossed over to sit next to Gayla and put her arm around her.
â€œSo, how you doinâ€™? Besides beinâ€™ pissed at me for making you leave the gala early?â€
â€œAh. That was cute. Gayla. Gala. Youâ€™re a clever one.â€
â€œI like to think so,â€ Ronda said. â€œSo, anyway, how you doinâ€™? Are you still pumped from the festivities?â€
â€œSo, should I have the car drop us off at my place? Iâ€™m sure I could find a way to help relax you.â€
â€œBut youâ€™re wiped out.â€
â€œI think I feel a second wind coming on.â€
â€œWhat time is practice tomorrow?â€
â€œOkay, then,â€ Gayla said. â€œWe can go back to your place.â€
She rested her hand on Gaylaâ€™s thigh and the heat radiated throughout her body. Damn, she was hot. Gayla stood five foot nine in her bare feet, but she was seldom in bare feet. She could normally be found in two- to three-inch heels, which made her almost the same height as Ronda.
She kept her blond hair short. It fell just below her jaw. Her green eyes had just the right amount of makeup on them, whether it was for a meeting or a fundraiser. She knew how to do things right. And then there were her lips. Full and always ready with a smile. Unless Ronda had made some egregious error. Then, there was no smile. Not for a long time. But Ronda did her best to be where she was told to be when she was told to be there, whether it was during the season, or in the off-season, when she was a real estate broker. Gayla took good care of her and she was in the mood to take good care of Gayla.
The car pulled up in front of her house and they climbed out. Ronda slipped the driver a twenty and offered Gayla her elbow. She took it and they strolled up the rock pathway until they came to the porch. It was a wraparound, Southern style porch that Ronda was quite proud of.
â€œDid you want something to drink?â€ Ronda asked.
â€œIâ€™d love a scotch,â€ Gayla said.
â€œWould you mind sitting out here?â€
â€œNot at all.â€
â€œGreat. Have a seat and Iâ€™ll get our drinks.â€
Ronda came out with two glasses of scotch. She handed one to Gayla then took a seat across from her at the little table set she had on the porch.
â€œYou know, like it or not, you were great tonight,â€ Gayla said.
â€œThank you, but you know I hate those things. I feel like a prized bull on display.â€
â€œYes, but youâ€™re this townâ€™s prized bull and they want to see you and take pictures with you so they can tweet them and Instagram them. Youâ€™re famous, baby. You have to accept that.â€
â€œCanâ€™t I be famous far from the madding crowds?â€
â€œNope. Sorry good lookinâ€™ you need to literally press the flesh,â€ Gayla said. â€œJust pretend youâ€™re in a club with all your girls and everyone wants a piece of you. You never seem to mind that.â€
Gayla laughed, a sound that made Rondaâ€™s clit swell. More than once, people had suggested they become an item. Sometimes it seemed like a good idea. But then she thought about nights in the clubs and she knew there was no way sheâ€™d ever settle down.
Ronda noticed Gaylaâ€™s glass was empty.
â€œYou ready to go inside?â€ she said.
Ronda took Gaylaâ€™s hand and took her back to the bedroom. She placed her hand behind her neck and pulled her to her.
â€œYou look especially gorgeous tonight,â€ Ronda said.
Ronda leaned forward and claimed Gaylaâ€™s lips. The kiss was soft at first, then Ronda ran her tongue along Gaylaâ€™s lips and Gayla parted them and welcomed Ronda inside. The familiarity of the kiss did little to downplay it. If anything, it made it hotter. New kisses were always fun, but kissing someone when you knew what they liked and knew what was coming next, could also be arousing as hell.
Ronda continued to kiss Gayla as she reached around her and unzipped her dress. She stepped back while Gayla stepped out of it. Gayla could have been an athlete, also, with her fine, trim body. Except her body was soft and smooth, where Rondaâ€™s was hard and muscular.
â€œDamn, woman. You never cease to take my breath away,â€ Ronda said.
She kissed her again and reached around to unhook her bra. She took it off and tossed it to the floor. She brought her hands around to her front and played with her breasts.
â€œMan, I love these things.â€
â€œGood. They love the way you touch them.â€
Ronda dragged her thumbs over Gaylaâ€™s nipples and felt them tighten.
â€œMm. Letâ€™s get you on the bed,â€ Ronda said. She lowered Gayla to the bed and kissed her with a passion that came from deep within her. She kissed down Gaylaâ€™s cheek and nibbled on her neck. She kissed down her chest and stopped to suck first on one nipple, then the other. Ronda was getting hotter by the minute. She couldnâ€™t wait to take Gayla as far as she could go.
She kissed down her soft belly until she was between her legs.
â€œHow did we manage to leave these on?â€ she asked as she fingered the waistband of Gaylaâ€™s panties.
â€œI donâ€™t know, but please take them off.â€
â€œAre you sure? Maybe they donâ€™t need to come off just yet.â€
â€œBaby, they need to come off. Take them off. Please.â€
Ronda loved when Gayla begged. Her voice went up an octave, and the sound got Ronda dripping wet. She peeled Gaylaâ€™s panties off and tossed them to the floor. She gazed at the beauty before her.
â€œI donâ€™t know where to start,â€ she murmured.
â€œAnywhere. Just fucking start,â€ Gayla said.
Ronda laughed and lowered her mouth to taste Gayla. She licked around her opening before darting her tongue inside. She relished the familiar flavor and ran her tongue all over. She moved to Gaylaâ€™s clit and sucked it in her mouth. She lapped at it as she sucked. She heard Gaylaâ€™s breathing getting shallow.
Ronda reached up and pinched a nipple as she licked and sucked. Thatâ€™s all it took. Gayla pressed Rondaâ€™s face into her before crying out in ecstasy. Gayla finally released Ronda, who climbed up next to her.
â€œHow is it youâ€™re still dressed?â€ Gayla said.
â€œIâ€™m not sure how that happened. I guess I was in too much of a hurry to get to you.â€
â€œWell, get them off now, because Iâ€™m in a hurry to get to you.â€
Ronda took off her suit and carefully laid it over the back of the chair. She undid her cufflinks and shrugged out of her shirt.
â€œDamn you and your broad shoulders,â€ Gayla said.
Ronda paused and looked at her.
â€œKeep going,â€ Gayla said.
Ronda took off her sports bra and stepped out of her boxers. She stood naked for Gaylaâ€™s approval.
â€œYou are so fine,â€ Gayla said. â€œYouâ€™re like a sculpted piece of ebony and I canâ€™t wait to get at you.â€
Ronda lay down on the bed next to Gayla. Gayla propped herself up on an elbow and looked down at Ronda.
â€œDo you know how many women in that room tonight would kill to be me right now?â€
â€œI think most of them were straight, so I doubt this even crossed their minds.â€
â€œThen they were fools.â€
She lowered her head and kissed Ronda on the mouth. She sucked her bottom lip and ran her tongue over it. She kissed her on the mouth again and slid her tongue inside. Ronda grew dizzy from the kiss. Gayla knew how to use her tongue. There was no doubt about that.
Gayla moved her mouth to Rondaâ€™s breasts.
â€œI love your breasts,â€ she said.
â€œTheyâ€™re not much more than mosquito bites,â€ Ronda said.
â€œBut they go well with the rest of your body.â€
She sucked a nipple into her mouth and ran her tongue over it. Ronda clutched her head and tangled her hands in Gaylaâ€™s hair. God, that woman knew what she was doing.
Gayla continued to suck as she ran her hand down Rondaâ€™s body until it came to rest between her legs. She stroked Rondaâ€™s clit softly before plunging her fingers inside. She rubbed the satin walls until Ronda was writhing on the bed, begging for release. Gayla moved back to her clit and pressed it into Rondaâ€™s pubis until Ronda arched off the bed and then collapsed as wave after wave of orgasm cascaded over her.
It took Ronda a moment to catch her breath.
â€œDamn, woman. You sure know what youâ€™re doing
â€œI should by now. Youâ€™re easy to please, baby.â€
Gayla snuggled against Ronda.
â€œI like it when you wrap your arm around me,â€ Gayla said. â€œItâ€™s so strong, yet comforting at the same time.â€
Ronda stiffened slightly. She wasnâ€™t sure she wanted Gayla getting too comfortable.
â€œRelax, gorgeous,â€ Gayla said. â€œIâ€™m not asking you to marry me. Just saying I like cuddling with you after sex. Jeez.â€
â€œSorry. I forget. So many women who share my bed have expectationsâ€¦â€
â€œI donâ€™t, baby. The only expectation I have is that you make it to practice tomorrow. And then I believe you have a house showing in the afternoon, but Iâ€™ll have to check my calendar for that.â€
â€œThatâ€™s fine, Gayla. Letâ€™s not worry about that right now. For now, letâ€™s just sleep.â€
Ronda woke the next morning and looked at the clock. Eight oâ€™clock. She had two hours until practice. She contemplated waking Gayla, but decided she looked too peaceful sleeping there. Instead she went to the kitchen to make her breakfast. She was still on her first cup of coffee when she heard Gayla padding out to join her.
She took in the long lines of Gaylaâ€™s nude body and was tempted to take her back to bed. But she needed her energy for practice. That sounded so clichÃ© to her, but she knew Gayla would tell her the same thing.
â€œYou should cover up so I donâ€™t take you back to bed right now,â€ she said.
â€œUh-uh. You need to conserve your energy. And I donâ€™t want to cover up. Youâ€™re not.â€
â€œNo, Iâ€™m not. Maybe we both should.â€
â€œOr not. Thereâ€™s nothing wrong with being as nature intended us.â€
â€œFine,â€ Ronda said.
She served them each a plate of bacon and eggs and they sat at the table.
â€œSo, you have a house to show in Upper Kirby at three oâ€™clock. What time is practice over?â€
â€œItâ€™s over at one. Iâ€™ll have plenty of time to make my appointment.â€
â€œGood. Then your evening is free.â€
â€œMost excellent. Iâ€™ll enjoy my free time.â€
â€œWell, you know, hot stuff, if you want some companyâ€¦â€
â€œWeâ€™ll see. Maybe I will. If so, youâ€™ll be the first to know.â€
Practice was intense, as usual. The Houston Stars were expected to repeat that year, and Coach Hindley was doing everything in her power to get her defense ready for the opening game, which was less than a month away. And she wasnâ€™t taking it easy on her star.
â€œMeyers!â€ she called to Ronda. â€œLift those knees higher. Be lighter on your feet. Come on. Weâ€™ve got games to win.â€
Ronda went through calisthenics with the rest of the team, doing her best to be the leader she was expected to be. She didnâ€™t like being the leader. She just wanted to play football. But she knew she was lying to herself. She loved being the leader. She got first shot at the rookies. She had first choice of the ladies at the clubs. Being the leader had its perks, so she tried to run faster and jump higher and tackle harder.
When she was off the field for a few plays, she kept her focus on the girl whoâ€™d just started with the team. Sheâ€™d been traded from New Orleans. She was a looker. She was a running back, so she was shorter than Ronda and compact, like a little muscle machine. All Ronda knew about her was her last name was Oâ€™Reilly. And she had short dark hair. She was cute from a distance. Ronda was thinking about walking over to her when her friend Donna Spencer walked up.
â€œI see you checking out the new blood,â€ Donna said. â€œYou gonna say something to her?â€
â€œI was getting ready to make my move when you walked up.â€
â€œDonâ€™t let me stand in your way.â€
â€œOâ€™Reilly!â€ Coach Poehl, the head coach, said. â€œYouâ€™re in.â€
â€œWell, hell,â€ Ronda said. â€œThere goes that opportunity.â€
â€œYouâ€™ll be able to catch her in the locker room, Iâ€™m sure. And she might be just what you need after a long, hot shower.â€
â€œMeyers.â€ Coach Hindley walked up. â€œGo soak in the tub. You played hard today.â€
â€œYes, maâ€™am.â€ Ronda didnâ€™t have to be asked twice to soak. Even though it was an ice bath, it still felt good after playing as hard as she had.
She soaked until her trainers told her her time was up. Then she joined the others in the locker room. She stripped and headed for the showers. Fortunately for her, Oâ€™Reilly was showering at the same time. Ronda knew it would be awkward to approach her while they were both naked, so she quickly showered and dried. She was dressed when she looked over and saw Oâ€™Reilly leaving. She quickened her step to catch up.
â€œOâ€™Reilly, right?â€ Ronda said as they walked to their cars.
â€œYep. Meyers, right?â€
â€œIâ€™d have to be an idiot not to know the league MVP.â€
Ronda stopped and put out her hand.
â€œIâ€™m Ronda,â€ she said.
â€œMallory. Itâ€™s nice to meet you.â€
â€œSo, Mallory, can I take you to dinner tonight?â€ Ronda said.
â€œIâ€™ve heard about you,â€ Mallory said with a smile.
â€œSo thatâ€™s a no?â€
â€œActually, I think Iâ€™ll take my chances. What time?â€
â€œWhere can I pick you up?â€
Mallory gave Ronda the address where she was staying and they said their good-byes. Ronda checked her watch. Damn. She had a half an hour before she was supposed to meet the Logans who were looking at the house. She stepped on it and arrived with twenty minutes to spare.
â€œYou know I hate it when you donâ€™t get here a half hour early,â€ Gayla said. â€œCome on. Letâ€™s go over everything.â€
Gayla handed her the flyer of information. Ronda looked over it and was ready when the Logans showed up five minutes early.
â€œAnd this is why you get here a half hour before the appointment,â€ Gayla said.
â€œRelax, Iâ€™m ready. Iâ€™m going out to greet them. You just chill.â€
Ronda stepped out into the spring heat and waited as Oliver and Nadine Logan got out of the car.
â€œHello again,â€ Ronda said as she shook their hands. â€œI think weâ€™ve found the perfect spot for you.â€
â€œI love it so far,â€ Nadine said. â€œI love this yard.â€
â€œWell, it sits on a sixty-five hundred square foot lot,â€ Ronda said. â€œAnd I know you love your gardening.â€
Ronda guided them into the house itself.
â€œNow itâ€™s a two-bedroom, one-bath, just like youâ€™re looking for,â€ she said.
â€œAnd the square footage?â€ Oliver said.
â€œItâ€™s fourteen hundred. So itâ€™s not too big for just the two of you.â€
She took them on a tour and showed them the bedrooms and the bath. It really was the perfect place for a young couple such as the Logans.
â€œI love it,â€ Nadine said. â€œAnd it only took you three tries to find the perfect fit. Youâ€™re wonderful, Ronda.â€
â€œThanks. But it was all you two. You let me know exactly what you were looking for.â€
They discussed the asking price and then made an offer that Ronda thought was legitimate. She shook hands again with both of them before they got in their car and drove off.
Ronda walked into the kitchen where Gayle was sitting.
â€œSo, this looks like a slam dunk,â€ Ronda said.
â€œGreat. Shall we go out and celebrate?â€
Ronda checked her watch. It was five.
â€œSure. Letâ€™s go grab a drink.â€
â€œYou have plans?â€ Gayla said.
â€œYeah, but not until seven, so weâ€™re good.â€
â€œAre you sure? I can take a rain check.â€
â€œNo, come on. Letâ€™s go to Brownieâ€™s. Iâ€™ll meet you there.â€
Gayla was somewhat somber.
â€œWhat gives?â€ Ronda said. â€œWeâ€™re celebrating here. I just sold a seven-hundred-thousand-dollar house. And you look like you lost your best friend.â€
â€œIâ€™m sorry. I am happy. Honest.â€
â€œGood. So letâ€™s drink.â€
Ronda ordered two margaritas and they found a seat in the bar area.
â€œSo, whatâ€™s happening at seven?â€ Gayla said.
â€œIâ€™m taking a rookie to dinner.â€
â€œOh? Whoâ€™s the lucky lady?â€
â€œHer nameâ€™s Mallory Oâ€™Reilly. We just picked her up yesterday from New Orleans.â€
â€œAnd youâ€™re going to treat her to the olâ€™ Meyersâ€™ hospitality, huh?â€
â€œWeâ€™ll see. Apparently, my reputation precedes me.â€ She laughed.
â€œOh, it does, huh? Well then, you may be sleeping alone after all.â€
â€œMaybe. But she agreed to dinner, so weâ€™ll just see what happens.â€
They finished their drinks and walked out to their cars.
â€œGood luck tonight,â€ Gayla said.
Ronda got back to her house and changed into something less formal for dinner. She chose gray slacks and a black golf shirt. She looked good and she knew it. She sprayed on a touch of her favorite cologne and called for a car.
She directed the car to the address Mallory had given her. It was a nice apartment complex not far from where she lived in River Oaks. She climbed the stairs and knocked on her door.
Mallory opened the door looking absolutely adorable in slacks and a green golf shirt. There would be no doubt they were lesbians wherever they went that night. Ronda smiled.
â€œSo, I guess weâ€™re wearing our dyke uniforms tonight, huh?â€ she said.
â€œI guess so.â€
â€œYou ready for some good Tex-Mex?â€
â€œI guess I need to try it sometime. Now is as good a time as any.â€
Ronda gave the driver the address for the restaurant and settled in the back with Mallory.
â€œSo, how are you feeling today after practice?â€
â€œI didnâ€™t get many reps, so Iâ€™m not as worn out as you must be. Dang, they use you almost every down.â€
â€œStill, the calisthenics are a bitch.â€
â€œYeah, but Iâ€™ve been doing them with New Orleans, so at least Iâ€™m in shape.â€
â€œYou certainly are,â€ Ronda said.
â€œYou donâ€™t even try to hide that youâ€™re a predator, do you?â€
â€œNope. And itâ€™s true. Youâ€™re in great shape. Thatâ€™s from one player to another.â€
â€œWhere on earth did you get the idea Iâ€™m a player?â€ Mallory said.
â€œNo! Not that kind of player. Football player.â€
â€œOkay.â€ Mallory laughed. â€œOkay. Fair enough.â€
The car pulled up in front of the restaurant. Ronda stepped out and let Mallory slide out before she closed the door.
â€œYouâ€™re going to love it here,â€ she said. â€œDo you like fajitas? Theyâ€™re known for fajitas.â€
â€œI have to admit Iâ€™ve never had good fajitas.â€
â€œWell, may I recommend that change tonight?â€
â€œSounds good to me.â€
They went inside and Ronda started moving to the groove of Tex-Mex music that was playing.
Mallory smiled but said nothing.
The hostess seated them outside, as it was a warm evening.
â€œDo I need to look at a menu?â€ Mallory said.
â€œNope. Weâ€™ll have margaritas to drink and steak fajitas to eat. Unless youâ€™re a vegetarian or something?â€
â€œNo worries there. Iâ€™m a meat eater.â€
â€œThatâ€™s what I was hoping to hear.â€ Ronda winked.
â€œYouâ€™re plain evil.â€ Mallory laughed. â€œHavenâ€™t you ever heard of playing coy?â€
â€œAw, come on. Iâ€™m just havinâ€™ some fun with you. Itâ€™s all good.â€
â€œYou are pretty funny. Iâ€™ll give you that.â€
The waitress came by and Ronda ordered for both of them.
â€œSo, how long have you been with the Stars?â€ Mallory asked.
â€œThis is my seventh season.â€
â€œThatâ€™s a whole career for most people.â€
â€œYeah, well, Iâ€™m not most people.â€
â€œNo, youâ€™re not,â€ Mallory said.
Dinner was filled with quiet conversation about practices and all the new people Mallory was having to get to know and coordinate with out on the field.
â€œSo, whatâ€™s Canfieldâ€™s story?â€ she asked.
Rebecca Canfield was their quarterback. And one of the best in the league.
â€œWhat do you mean?â€
â€œI swear she was trying to make me look bad today. Iâ€™d think weâ€™d all be working together, but sheâ€™d call a play for me to go right and sheâ€™d turn left, so Iâ€™d look like an idiot.â€
â€œLook,â€ Ronda said. â€œHer girlfriend was our starting running back last year. She got traded last month. Maybe Canfield canâ€™t handle a replacement.â€
â€œWell, someoneâ€™s gotta be her replacement, right? We need a running back. And we have barely a month before the season starts.â€
â€œIâ€™ll talk to her,â€ Ronda said.
â€œNo! You canâ€™t. I mean, Iâ€™d look like a total whiner.â€
â€œNo. I wonâ€™t ask about you. Iâ€™ll just tell her she looks a little rusty and see if she wants to talk. Iâ€™ll tell her to shake it off one way or another,â€ Ronda said.
â€œOkay, but I wonâ€™t be mentioned?â€
â€œNot at all.â€
â€œI swear,â€ Ronda said.
They finished their dinner and their drinks. Ronda had a full stomach and was in a mellow mood. She was also sitting with a hot little number, so her hormones were burning just under the surface.
â€œSo,â€ Ronda said. â€œI guess my next question is pretty obvious, huh?â€
â€œIf Iâ€™ll want to see you again?â€
It was like a blow to the gut. She could almost feel her ego deflating. She recovered quickly.
â€œYes. Iâ€™d like to see you again.â€
â€œThat wasnâ€™t what you were asking and you know it.â€ Mallory laughed. â€œCome on. Letâ€™s get out of here.â€
Ronda stood and followed Mallory out of the restaurant. Or tried to. She was stopped three times and asked for her autograph. She tried to be gracious, but just wanted to tell the guys asking that she was just about to get laid. She knew better and had a good chuckle over the thought.
â€œWhatâ€™s so funny?â€ Mallory asked when Ronda finally made it out.
â€œNothing. Nothing at all.â€
They sat together in the back of the car.
â€œYou know, we have practice at ten tomorrow.â€
â€œDonâ€™t worry. I wonâ€™t keep you up too late.â€
â€œYou donâ€™t know that,â€ Mallory said. â€œI may be one of those women who takes forever.â€
They got out of the car and headed for the house.
â€œWhich would you prefer first? The bed or the Jacuzzi tub?â€ Ronda asked.
â€œOh, a tub sounds wonderful,â€ Mallory said.
Ronda led her back to the master bathroom. She turned the tub on and set the bubbles churning. Then she turned to Mallory. She pulled her shirt off and then removed her bra.
â€œYour uniform doesnâ€™t do you justice,â€ Ronda said. â€œYouâ€™re all woman under those pads.â€
â€œYes, I am.â€
Ronda held one breast in both hands. She bent and took Malloryâ€™s nipple in her mouth. She sucked it hard. It responded by growing in her mouth and pressing against the roof of her mouth.
â€œDamn, woman,â€ Ronda said, but Mallory didnâ€™t respond. She was holding on to Rondaâ€™s shoulders, her eyes shut tight. â€œYouâ€™ve got some fine titties on you.â€
Ronda unbuttoned Malloryâ€™s slacks. She unzipped them and they dropped to the floor.
â€œYou want to get those shoes off so I can see you naked?â€ Ronda said.
Mallory kicked off her shoes and stepped out of her pants.
â€œOh, yeah,â€ Ronda said. â€œThatâ€™s what I call a body.â€
Mallory was much curvier than Gayla, but her curves were right where they needed to be.
â€œYour turn,â€ Mallory said. â€œLet me get a look at what all the fuss is about.â€
â€œSure. The body thatâ€™s worth however much they insure you for.â€
â€œOh, please. As far as I know, thatâ€™s just a rumor.â€ Ronda took her shirt off.
â€œIâ€™m sure itâ€™s not.â€
Ronda finished stripping and turned off the water. She stood naked for Malloryâ€™s inspection.
â€œShit, woman, thereâ€™s not an ounce of fat on you,â€ Mallory said.
Ronda closed the distance between them and lifted Malloryâ€™s chin. She gazed into her blue eyes, dark with passion. She lowered her mouth and tasted Malloryâ€™s. Her lips were soft and tender. And Ronda needed more.
â€œLetâ€™s get in the water,â€ she said. They sat next to each other and Ronda placed her arm around Mallory and pulled her close. She closed her mouth on Malloryâ€™s again. This time she ran her tongue along her lower lip until Mallory opened her mouth for her. Ronda slid her tongue inside and found her warm and moist. Her desire soared as their tongues met and danced together. She never wanted the kiss to end, but eventually, Mallory broke it.
â€œDamn, you sure know how to kiss,â€ Mallory said.
â€œIâ€™d say we do pretty good together.â€
She ran her hand along the water until it was under one of Malloryâ€™s breasts. She bent to take her nipple in her mouth again. She sucked hard and ran her tongue all over it.
â€œOh, shit, Ronda.â€
It was so much fun playing with her breast. She wanted to spend the whole night right there, but knew there was more to explore. She dropped the breast and ran her hand down her body to between her legs. She found her clit swollen and her lips wet.
â€œOh, yeah, youâ€™re ready for me, arenâ€™t you?â€ Ronda said.
She kissed her again. A deep, passionate kiss that made her toes curl. Ronda slid her fingers inside Mallory, as deep as they would go. She pulled them out, then thrust them back in. She made sure to keep the palm of her hand on Malloryâ€™s clit as she plunged her fingers in and out until Mallory grabbed her wrist and held it still.
â€œJesus, oh Jesus,â€ Mallory said. â€œOh, Jesus, yes. Oh, God, yes. Oh, yes.â€
Ronda kept her hand where it was until Mallory relaxed back against the wall of the tub.
â€œSo I guess we got there?â€ she said.
Ronda smiled a big smile.
â€œRight on.â€ Then she said, â€œLetâ€™s hit the bed.â€
They got out and toweled off. Ronda led the way to the bed. She lay down and pulled Mallory on top of her.
â€œEasy, there, Ronda. I weigh more than I look like I do.â€
â€œIâ€™m not worried.â€
â€œWell, I am. I donâ€™t want to have to explain a boudoir injury to Coach Hindley.â€ She laughed.
â€œFair enough. But you didnâ€™t hurt me.â€
Mallory rolled off Ronda and lay there running her hand up and down her body.
â€œI love your body,â€ she said.
â€œLike you admire it or you want it?â€
â€œA little of both, I suppose. Itâ€™s natural to admire it, but damn, I want it, too.â€
â€œThen take me, Mal. Fuck me senseless.â€
Mallory sucked one of Rondaâ€™s nipples into her mouth and took half her breast with it. She teased the other with her fingers while she sucked the one.
â€œOh, yeah. Now weâ€™re talkinâ€™,â€ Ronda said.
Mallory let loose of the nipple and kissed down Rondaâ€™s belly until she was between her legs. She pried her legs wide and got comfortable. She licked and nipped at Rondaâ€™s hard clit before lapping at the juices flowing inside her.
Ronda had her hand on Malloryâ€™s head, tangling in her dark hair. Mallory moved back to Rondaâ€™s clit and sucked it between her lips. She flicked the tip of it with her tongue until Ronda cried out as she came.
The next day, as the team left the locker room for the field, Ronda made her way to Canfield.
â€œYou doinâ€™ okay, Canfield?â€ she said.
â€œYou look a little rusty out there. Iâ€™d hate to see you lose your starting position just because you miss your girl.â€
â€œI donâ€™t know what youâ€™re talking about.â€
â€œIâ€™m just sayinâ€™ your girl isnâ€™t coming back. One of these running backs has to be a starter. And youâ€™re not making them look bad out there. Youâ€™re making it look like you donâ€™t know the playbook. So get it together, huh?â€
â€œFuck you, Meyers. You focus on defense and let me focus on offense.â€
â€œSuit yourself, but if you need to talk, Iâ€™m here.â€
Ronda was on the sideline again when Oâ€™Reilly was called to go in. Ronda watched and Canfield looked much more coordinated. Ronda smiled to herself. She was glad Mallory wouldnâ€™t look like a fool on the field.
* * *
Saturday evening arrived. It was a time Ronda had been dreading. Gayla had booked her for another fundraiser. This one was to benefit a local childrenâ€™s program. Ronda was all about helping raise money for the kids, but she was exhausted and didnâ€™t feel like pressing the flesh.
She dressed in a black suit with a white shirt, which she knew would be appropriate. Sheâ€™d already checked with Gayla. Gayla was as excited as she could be. Ronda was barely able to relax with a drink due to all the texts Gayla was sending.
Gayla showed up at Rondaâ€™s house early. She looked dynamite in her blue cocktail dress. It was a tight number, with a strap over her right shoulder. It showed off her cleavage in the most delightful way.
â€œYou look great, babe.â€ Ronda kissed her cheek.
â€œThanks. So do you.â€
â€œShould I put on a blue shirt? You know, so we match?â€
â€œNo. You look fine just how you are.â€
â€œYou know, youâ€™re crimping my style, booking all my Saturday nights with events. I need to be able to go out and let loose sometimes.â€
â€œIâ€™m sorry, loverboi, but the closer we get to the season, the more events we have.â€
â€œUgh.â€ She sat in her favorite recliner. She seemed to have forgotten Gayla was there as she took another sip of scotch. â€œIâ€™m sorry. I should have offered you a drink.â€
â€œI know where to find the booze.â€ Gayla crossed the room to the bar. She came back to stand in front of Ronda.
â€œDo I have any showings tomorrow?â€ Ronda said.
â€œNope. Remember? You asked me to clear the day for you.â€
â€œI donâ€™t remember that at all. Thank God youâ€™re my brains.â€
Gayla sat on the couch across from Ronda and crossed her legs.
â€œBaby, Iâ€™ll be whatever you need me to be.â€
â€œYou just keep being my brains and my part-time bedmate and Iâ€™ll be happy. Which, by the way, Iâ€™m hoping youâ€™ll want to be tonight. Because, babe, youâ€™re on fire.â€
â€œI love that you think so. If you do, so might everybody else.â€
Ronda wondered anew if Gayla truly dressed for the crowds or if she was the one she tried to impress. It didnâ€™t matter. The crowds would appreciate her as Rondaâ€™s date for the night.
â€œSo, whatâ€™s the deal tonight? How long do we have to stay?â€
â€œYouâ€™re funny. Weâ€™re not even there yet and youâ€™re trying to leave. Relax. You just might have fun.â€
â€œI might. But I doubt it.â€ She set her drink down and called for the car. â€œWeâ€™ve got about ten minutes.â€
â€œJust enough time to mess up my makeup,â€ Gayla said.
â€œOh. I get it. Very funny.â€ She looked hard at Gayla.
â€œWhat?â€ Gayla said.
â€œNothing. Sometimes I wonder.â€
â€œHow serious you are about me?â€
â€œSerious? Please. Youâ€™re not the only one who goes out and lets loose.â€
â€œOkay. Iâ€™m sorry. I guess itâ€™s just my ego.â€
â€œNo, dear. Okay, well, maybe partially. But itâ€™s also your unnatural fear of commitment. Iâ€™m surprised you invited me to stay tonight. Thatâ€™s two Saturdays in a row. Anyone else might start getting ideas.â€
â€œI know you wonâ€™t. I might momentarily freak, but I know, deep down, you know better.â€
â€œI think the carâ€™s here.â€ Gayla walked to the window.
Ronda crossed the room to stand behind her. She ground herself into her ass. It felt good. She reached around and pulled Gayla back into her.
â€œYou sure you donâ€™t want to skip this thing?â€ Ronda said.
â€œWe look too good to waste it.â€
They climbed in the car and were whooshed off to the Childrenâ€™s Museum. As Ronda stepped out, the flashes began and didnâ€™t stop until she and Gayla had made their way inside.
â€œHow many photographers were out there?â€ Ronda whispered in Gaylaâ€™s ear.
â€œNot that many, I donâ€™t think. I think a lot of regular people were out there, too.â€
A woman who looked to be in her fifties approached them.
â€œRonda Meyers? This is such a pleasure. Iâ€™m Carleen Brynes. Iâ€™m the chair tonight.â€ She extended her hand and Ronda took it. It was soft and Ronda fought the urge to press her lips to it. Her face was kind and her short-cropped silver hair really showed off her blue eyes. She was gorgeous. Ronda felt the familiar twinge deep inside. It took her a moment to recover.
â€œThis is Gayla Adkins,â€ she said as she stepped aside. â€œGayla, Carleen.â€
â€œItâ€™s wonderful to meet you,â€ Gayla said. â€œAnd Ronda has been so excited for this event. She loves children.â€
Ronda listened and made herself not shake her head. Something happened to Gayla at these events. She just transformed into someone else. Ronda wished she could do the same thing. She supposed she must to some extent. Otherwise, no one would invite her to them.
â€œWell, letâ€™s get you two some champagne,â€ Carleen said. She linked her hand through Rondaâ€™s elbow. â€œLead on, mighty one.â€
Ronda laughed, a genuine laugh. Gayla arched an eyebrow at her as she walked along on the other side.
â€œSo, Carleen,â€ Ronda said when they reached the table of champagne. â€œHow did you end up working with this organization?â€
â€œI love children and I love books. It was only natural that I set up a foundation to get children more involved in reading.â€
â€œAre you a big reader?â€ Carleen said.
â€œRonda really doesnâ€™t have time to read much with her busy schedule,â€ Gayla said.
Carleen looked over as if sheâ€™d forgotten Gayla was there.
â€œI do read the sport section of the paper,â€ Ronda said. â€œTo follow our competitors, you know?â€
â€œOf course.â€ Carleen laughed and placed her hand on Rondaâ€™s forearm.
Ronda really liked Carleen and wanted to get her away from the crowds. She wanted to see if this lover of children was also a lover of women. But that didnâ€™t seem likely to happen as the crowd pressed in on them.
â€œI think we need to mingle,â€ Gayla said. â€œIâ€™ll head that way and you two head this way?â€
â€œI think that sounds wonderful,â€ Carleen said. â€œCome on, Ronda. Letâ€™s press the flesh.â€
â€œI do love pressing flesh,â€ Ronda said. Gayla shot her a look. What was it? Jealousy? Ronda didnâ€™t know. She smiled at her and allowed herself to be guided by Carleen.
As they moved through the crowd, they stopped to sign autographs on balls, posters, and books. Someone asked Ronda how she felt about the foundation.
â€œI think itâ€™s great. Kids reading means fewer kids on the street,â€ Ronda said. She received a warm round of applause. She caught Gayla watching her. She arched an eyebrow and was treated to a smile and a nod.
â€œAre you getting warm?â€ Carleen said. â€œWe could step outside for some air.â€
â€œI donâ€™t know that it wonâ€™t be just as warm out there, but at least the air will be fresh,â€ Ronda said.
They stepped out onto the back patio.
â€œOh, this is nice,â€ Ronda said.
â€œIt really is. Youâ€™re doing wonderfully in there. Youâ€™re a natural. You must really enjoy these events.â€
â€œI do okay,â€ Ronda said. â€œSometimes theyâ€™re hard. But thank you. Youâ€™re making this one easy.â€
â€œItâ€™s my pleasure. To escort one of Houstonâ€™s most eligible bachelorettes for an evening is no skin off my nose.â€
Ronda laughed a deep belly laugh.
â€œYou are, you know. There are a lot of women who would kill to be me tonight.â€
â€œI donâ€™t think so. But thank you. Youâ€™re certainly good for my ego.â€
Carleen stood in front of Ronda and looked deep into her eyes.
â€œIâ€™m quite sure of it. Iâ€™d be a fool not to recognize that.â€
Ronda stood still, unsure what was expected of her. Should she kiss Carleen? She wanted to, but was Carleen just playing the happy hostess? Ronda was saved when Gayla walked out onto the patio to join them.
â€œPeople are asking where youâ€™ve gone,â€ she said. â€œMy whole side of the room is geared up and ready to meet you.â€
â€œI just needed a little fresh air,â€ Ronda said. â€œWe can get back to it now.â€
â€œGreat. Come on.â€ Gayla linked her hand through one elbow while Carleen did the same with the other. They went to the opposite side of the room and the people there erupted with cheers when they saw Ronda.
â€œRonda Meyers!â€ someone yelled.
â€œYouâ€™re the greatest!â€ someone else called.
It was all very heady for Ronda, who knew she was the best on the football field, but hearing it from fans struck a note in her.
â€œThank you,â€ she said and smiled at her followers.
She proceeded through the crowd and shook hands with the fifty or so fans who were there.
â€œHave you made your donation?â€ she asked every time she stopped to sign something.
The night progressed smoothly and people were finally starting to make their way out of the place.
â€œHow are you doing?â€ Gayla whispered.
â€œGet me out of here,â€ Ronda whispered back.
â€œOh, Ronda,â€ Carleen said. â€œTonight has been such a success. Thank you so much for this. And if I can do anything for you, anything at all, donâ€™t you dare hesitate to ask.â€
Ronda felt her slip something in her jacket pocket but knew better than to take it out and look at it with Gayla there. She hoped it was a phone number. Sheâ€™d love to spend more time with Carleen.
Ronda shook her hand.
â€œItâ€™s been a pleasure. Thank you for the wonderful work you do.â€
â€œAnd thank you,â€ Carleen said to Gayla. â€œI appreciate all your help tonight.â€
â€œMy pleasure. Now itâ€™s time for me to get Ronda home before she turns into a pumpkin.â€
â€œFair enough.â€ Carleen laughed. Her blue eyes sparkled. â€œIâ€™ll see you both around.â€
They climbed into the car and Ronda let out a long sigh, happy the event was over, even though time with Carleen had been enjoyable.
â€œSo what did I interrupt out there?â€ Gayla said.
â€œOn the patio. Something was going on. Had you just kissed her?â€
â€œWhat? No. We were talking. Thatâ€™s all.â€
â€œShe had a guilty look on her face.â€
â€œWell, maybe she had something goinâ€™ on in her mind, but I didnâ€™t touch her. And who cares if I did?â€
â€œItâ€™s not a big deal. I was just wondering.â€
â€œWell, no. Nothing happened.â€
They drove to Rondaâ€™s house and Ronda held Gaylaâ€™s hand as she climbed out of the car. She pulled her against her.
â€œYouâ€™re the only one Iâ€™ve been thinking about kissing tonight,â€ she said.
â€œI so donâ€™t believe you, but itâ€™s okay. I donâ€™t own you.â€
â€œNo, but I had promised to be with you tonight, so I donâ€™t want you to think I was hitting on someone else or thinking about leaving you high and dry.â€
â€œI wouldnâ€™t have been dry, baby.â€
â€œNo.â€ She smiled. â€œI donâ€™t suppose you would have been.â€
Ronda kissed Gayla softly on her lips.
â€œI love kissing you,â€ she said.
â€œThen do it again,â€ Gayla said.
Ronda kissed her again, harder. She let her tongue wander into Gaylaâ€™s mouth and felt the familiar stirring that came from kissing her. She released her and led her up the stairs and inside.
â€œWould you like something to drink?â€
â€œSure. Iâ€™d love a scotch.â€
Ronda poured two of them and walked over to the sofa where Gayla sat. She sat next to her.
â€œBabe, you rocked that place tonight,â€ Ronda said. â€œYou outshone everyone there.â€
â€œI think that would be you,â€ Gayla said. â€œYou were the most handsome person there, male or female.â€
â€œThank you,â€ Ronda said. â€œI felt in my groove tonight. I didnâ€™t feel all robotic and on display. I donâ€™t know what was different.â€
â€œI think it was Carleen. I think you like her.â€
â€œShe was a very attractive woman.â€
â€œYou should have invited her home to play with us.â€
Ronda stopped, glass halfway to her lips.
â€œWhat did you just say?â€
â€œWhat? Youâ€™ve never done that before? I have a hard time believing that. You may be younger than I am, but I doubt youâ€™re any more innocent.â€
â€œWow,â€ Ronda said. â€œJust wow. I canâ€™t believe weâ€™re having this talk. Actually, weâ€™re not. I refuse to have this talk with you.â€
â€œFine. But I still kind of wish youâ€™d invited Carleen home with us.â€
â€œI want to spend this night focused on you. Only you. You took my breath away the minute you walked in wearing that dress. I wanted to peel it off you as soon as I saw you. It didnâ€™t cross my mind to add another variable to our equation.â€
â€œFair enough.â€ She snuggled closer to Ronda. â€œI just want you to know, if the opportunity comes up, Iâ€™m open to it.â€
Ronda felt odd. For a moment, she was jealous. Yes, jealous and she was a big enough woman to admit it. To herself, not to anyone else. But next came the arousal. Watching Gayla and Carleen make love would have been totally hot.
â€œWhatcha thinkinâ€™ handsome?â€ Gayla said.
â€œJust kind of considering that. Wondering what it would be like to have a threesome with you.â€
Gayla hiked her dress up around her waist and straddled Rondaâ€™s lap.
â€œIt would be just like the two of us but with one more person to please and be pleased by.â€
Ronda ran her hands up Gaylaâ€™s thighs until she could feel the heat radiating from within.
â€œBut it takes so much concentration to please you. Iâ€™d hate to miss a suck or a stroke because someone was distracting me.â€
â€œRonda Meyers. Are you telling me youâ€™ve never had a three- way?â€
â€œIâ€™m just saying I canâ€™t imagine a three-way with you. I donâ€™t like to share.â€
â€œYouâ€™re so sweet. Careful. A girl could get ideas.â€
â€œNo, you wonâ€™t.â€
She pulled Gayla to her and kissed her again, the taste of scotch sweet on her mouth.
Gayla unbuckled Rondaâ€™s belt. Next she unbuttoned her slacks and unzipped them. She slid her hand inside and found Ronda drenched. Ronda ground her teeth together to keep from crying out at Gaylaâ€™s knowing touch.
â€œRelax, baby,â€ Gayla cooed into Rondaâ€™s ear. â€œLet it happen.â€
Ronda tried to stand, but found her legs unsteady. Gayla helped her up then knelt before her to take off her shoes. She helped Ronda step out of her slacks and boxers. Ronda liked looking down to see Gayla looking up at her, knowing what she was looking at.
Gayla kissed up Rondaâ€™s inner thighs.
â€œNo,â€ Ronda said. â€œI canâ€™t hold my balance.â€
She sat down and Gayla spread her legs and licked the length of her. She lapped at her juices and sucked her clit. She flicked her tongue over it and Ronda climaxed almost immediately.
â€œDamn, woman. What happened to ladies first?â€
â€œNot tonight. You looked too good. I had to have you and have you as soon as I could. I didnâ€™t want to wait. I wanted you before the gig, you may remember.â€
â€œI do remember.â€ Ronda sat there trying to catch her breath. â€œThat was intense. And it happened so quickly. Youâ€™re gonna start rumors Iâ€™m easy.â€
â€œIâ€™ll never breathe a word of it to anyone,â€ Gayla said. â€œNow get me out of this dress.â€
Ronda stood and rubbed her hand over Gaylaâ€™s exposed shoulder.
â€œYour skin is so smooth,â€ she said. She bent to kiss her shoulder and got to inhale Gaylaâ€™s light fragrance. â€œAnd you smell so good.â€
â€œYouâ€™re making me crazy,â€ Gayla said.
â€œJust because you got me off so fast doesnâ€™t mean I wonâ€™t take my time with you.â€
â€œHoney, I canâ€™t help but take you fast. I take one look at you and I melt.â€
â€œWell, let me return the favor. Letâ€™s go back to my room where we can get comfortable.â€
When they got to Rondaâ€™s bedroom, she unzipped Gaylaâ€™s dress.
â€œI always feel so bad when I take the wrapping off my presents,â€ Ronda said.
â€œYou always look so damned good in those dresses. Donâ€™t get me wrong, I love you naked, but itâ€™s a sad thing to have to take the dresses off to get to the goods.â€
â€œI think I know what youâ€™re saying so I wonâ€™t take offense.â€
â€œGood. Please donâ€™t. Iâ€™m a football player. Not a poet.â€
â€œThis is true.â€
Ronda kissed Gayla on the mouth then as she unhooked her bra and tossed it on top of her dress. She kissed down her body until she got to her panties, which she pulled down and helped Gayla step out of.
She eased her back onto the bed and sucked one nipple and then the other.
â€œDamn, youâ€™ve got the best tits,â€ Ronda said.
â€œI do believe youâ€™ve mentioned that.â€
â€œI just love holding them and sucking them.â€
â€œWell, you sure know how to make them feel good, so please keep doing what youâ€™re doing.â€
Ronda continued to suck on her nipple as she ran her hand down her body to where her legs met. She teased Gaylaâ€™s clit briefly before entering her. She moved her fingers in and out until Gayla was bucking on the bed, keeping time with her.
Finally, Ronda moved her fingers back to Gaylaâ€™s clit and rubbed it until Gayla tangled her fingers in Rondaâ€™s hair and called out her name.
â€œThere you go, baby,â€ Ronda said. â€œNow you just relax.â€
â€œHow could I do anything else?â€
With nothing on her agenda the next day, Ronda lay in bed an extra long time. She spent part of it dozing and part of it watching Gayla sleep. When she could finally stand it no longer, she got out of bed and went to the kitchen to make coffee. She stretched, her back sore from the extra time in bed.
The coffee was brewing and Ronda flashed back to Carleen from the night before. What had she slipped in her pocket? She went into the bedroom and took a business card from her jacket pocket. On the back was a cell number. Ronda smiled. She would definitely give her a call. Why not? She was a beautiful woman.
She went back to the kitchen and used a magnet to stick the card to her refrigerator. She was just about to pour a cup of coffee when Gayla walked in.
â€œWhatcha doinâ€™ hot stuff?â€ she said.
â€œJust getting some caffeine. Can I get you some?â€
Gayla perused Rondaâ€™s refrigerator while Ronda poured the coffee.
â€œWell, lookie here,â€ Gayla said. â€œSomeone scored a business card from Carleen.â€
â€œYeah, I did. Pretty cool, huh?â€
â€œVery cool. Are you going to call her?â€
â€œI thought I might.â€ Ronda was silent for a second. â€œYou know itâ€™s kinda weird to be having this conversation while weâ€™re standing here naked.â€
â€œBaby, you know I donâ€™t care who you sleep with.â€
â€œI know, but itâ€™s still strange.â€
â€œWell, Iâ€™m not going to put my clothes on until you make me. I was kind of hoping us both being naked might lead to more sex.â€
â€œYou were, huh?â€ Ronda took Gayla in her arms. She loved the contrast of her dark skin with Gaylaâ€™s white skin. She lifted her up and set her on the kitchen counter.
â€œRonda! Youâ€™re going to hurt yourself if you keep doing stuff like that.â€
â€œI know my strength,â€ Ronda said. â€œDonâ€™t you worry about me.â€
â€œYouâ€™d better. You strain anything and I need to explain it, well, weâ€™ll both be in trouble.â€
â€œDonâ€™t you worry.â€
Ronda sucked a nipple deep into her mouth. She ran her tongue over it.
Gayla groaned. She clamped her hands over Rondaâ€™s head and held her in place.
â€œYes. Oh, yes, baby.â€
Ronda was hot and getting hotter by the moment. She wanted to take Gayla to places sheâ€™d never been before.
â€œDonâ€™t move,â€ she said.
â€œWhat theâ€¦Where are you going?â€
â€œJust stay there,â€ Ronda called over her shoulder as she walked down the hall.
She came back and Gayla was sitting up, legs together.
â€œHey, what gives?â€ Ronda asked.
â€œYou left. I didnâ€™t feel like sitting here like a jezebel.â€
â€œOh, babe. Youâ€™re not a jezebel. Youâ€™re a beautiful woman I want to please with every ounce of me.â€
â€œSo, why did you leave then?
Ronda brought her arm from behind her back. In her hand was a long, thick dildo.
â€œI want to fill you up, Gayla. I want to make you feel things youâ€™ve never felt.â€
Gaylaâ€™s eyes grew wide.
â€œI donâ€™t know if I can take all that, Ronda.â€
â€œWell, I say we try. Now, relax and spread those legs again.â€
Ronda set the dildo down and spread Gaylaâ€™s legs so she could stand between them. She then went back to playing with Gaylaâ€™s nipples. She sucked one while she tugged and twisted the other.
She moved her hand to Gaylaâ€™s pussy and found her very wet. She slipped a couple of fingers inside. She spread them out then pulled them back out. She did this several times. She took her fingers out and sucked them clean.
â€œDamn, you taste good.â€
â€œOh, my God, Ronda, what are you doing?â€
â€œIâ€™m tasting you.â€
Ronda picked up the dildo. She ran it along the length of Gayla.
â€œIâ€™m scared,â€ Gayla said.
â€œDonâ€™t be. Relax.â€
She barely entered Gayla with just the tip.
â€œHow does that feel?â€
â€œMore. I need more.â€
â€œI thought youâ€™d say that.â€
She eased a little more in. The toy was halfway inside Gayla.
â€œJust fuck me with it, baby. I can take it,â€ Gayla said.
Ronda slid the dildo the rest of the way in. She pushed hard on it then slid it back out. Then, slowly she entered her again.
â€œOh, God, Ronda. Stop teasing me. Fuck me hard and fast. That feels so fucking good.â€
Ronda was happy to oblige. She sucked a nipple while she fucked Gayla with the toy. In and out and in and out she went. Gayla arched her hips and met every thrust.
Finally, she pulled Ronda to her and cried out as the orgasms racked her body.
â€œWow,â€ she said. â€œThat was awesome.â€
â€œYeah? Good. Iâ€™m glad you enjoyed it. Iâ€™m going to take it out now, okay?â€
â€œHm? Yeah. Okay.â€
Her body held tight to it, but eventually Ronda managed to ease it out. She went to the kitchen sink and washed it off.
â€œSo.â€ She turned back to Gayla. â€œI guess it was worth it to stay naked, huh?â€
â€œHell yeah, baby.â€ She laughed.
Ronda helped Gayla down from the kitchen counter and poured them each a cup of coffee. Gayla took hers black, but Ronda added a generous amount of chocolate milk to hers.
â€œI want to go for a swim,â€ Gayla said.
â€œSounds good to me.â€
Gayla opened the slider and Ronda followed her out to the patio and the pool beyond. Rondaâ€™s backyard was full of live oak trees, pecan trees, and banana trees. There was no way her neighbors could see them.
They dove in the pool and swam around until they came together in the shallow end.
â€œI love to watch your muscles ripple as you swim,â€ Gayla said.
â€œHush, woman. Youâ€™re going to make me blush.â€
â€œThe great Ronda Meyers does not blush. Believe me. Iâ€™d know if you did.â€
Ronda swam to the other end of the pool and pulled herself out. She sat on the diving board and watched Gayla.
â€œYou sure donâ€™t sit very ladylike,â€ Gayla said.
â€œNope. I never have. So what?â€
â€œSo, youâ€™re like an open invitation there.â€
â€œCome and get it.â€
Gayla swam over to that end of the pool.
â€œI donâ€™t think I can get you from this angle.â€
â€œWell, then, weâ€™ll just have to wait.â€
â€œI donâ€™t want to wait. Turn around and lie on your back.â€
Ronda did as she was instructed. She straddled the board with her legs.
â€œPerfect,â€ Gayla said as she climbed out of the pool.
With no pretense, Gayla bent down and licked Ronda. She sucked her wet lips and licked her swollen clit. Ronda closed her eyes and focused on the feelings. Gayla made her feel so good. She knew her body like no one else. Ronda felt the familiar tightening in her belly. She focused on it, willing herself to hold on a little longer, but she could not. The energy inside her burst forth as the waves of the orgasms crashed over her.
â€œDamn, woman.â€ Ronda sat up.
â€œI know, right?â€
â€œI suppose I should get going, huh?â€ Gayla said.
â€œWhatâ€™s that? A wham-bam-thank-you-maâ€™am?â€
â€œNo. Not at all. I just donâ€™t want to overstay my welcome.â€
â€œAh. I do appreciate that, but youâ€™re not. Youâ€™re good. Trust me. You want to take a nap?â€
â€œNo. I really do think I need to get home.â€
â€œNo nap? I was thinking nap then sex.â€
â€œThat is so tempting.â€
Gayla had no idea how tempting it was, Ronda thought. She could spend the whole day playing with her.
â€œBut I need to get going.â€
â€œFine. Iâ€™ll walk you inside.â€
Ronda draped her arm across Gaylaâ€™s shoulders and they walked in the house together. Ronda lay naked on the bed as she watched Gayla get dressed in her finery from the previous evening.
â€œThis isnâ€™t fair,â€ Gayla said. â€œCouldnâ€™t you at least put something on?â€
â€œWhy? If Iâ€™m just going to take a nap.â€
â€œDamn, youâ€™re incorrigible.â€
Ronda got up and pulled on some shorts.
â€œYes.â€ Gayla tossed her a T-shirt.
Ronda put it on as well.
â€œI feel awfully overdressed for my own house on a day when I have nothing to do.â€
â€œYouâ€™re going to walk me to my car. And thatâ€™s outside. And unless you want all your neighbors to get a free show, you need clothes on. Now quit whining and walk me out.â€
Ronda laughed. Gayla was so funny. And so easy to be around. She was kind of bummed she wasnâ€™t going to spend the day with her. But she got it. Gayla had a life. She had things to do. And as rare as it was for Ronda to have a day off, it was a rarer day for Gayla.
â€œYouâ€™ll text me with a schedule for next week?â€
â€œDonâ€™t you worry, handsome. Mommaâ€™s not going to leave you in the wind. Youâ€™ll know your schedule as soon as I do.â€
â€œThanks.â€ She kissed her cheek and watched her drive off.
Ronda stretched and walked back in the house. A whole day off. No practice, no houses to show, no fundraiser. She wondered what she should do with her day. She sat on her couch and flipped on the television. There was nothing good on. She went to the kitchen to get another cup of coffee. Carleenâ€™s card from the night before caught her attention.
She could give her a call. No, too soon. She wanted to spend some time with her, though. She was gorgeous and made Rondaâ€™s blood run hot. And maybe Gayla was right. Maybe she was about to kiss Ronda the previous night. Still, it was too soon. Or maybe not. She wasnâ€™t sure. She needed more caffeine and food and then she would figure out what to do.
When she was properly fed and caffeinated, Ronda drove to the Starsâ€™ practice facilities. She found Mack, the maintenance man, and got into the film room. Someone was already in there.
She turned to Mack and thanked him, then walked up to see who was there.
â€œOh, hey Mallory.â€
â€œHi. Whatâ€™s up? I didnâ€™t think anyone else would be here.â€
â€œI got bored.â€
â€œWell, since youâ€™re already here, Iâ€™ll head out. Enjoy the film.â€
â€œNo, Iâ€™ve seen enough.â€
Ronda put her hand on Malloryâ€™s shoulder.
â€œNo offense, Mallory, but youâ€™ve got a lot more to learn than I do.â€
â€œThatâ€™s true. Would it help if I told you Iâ€™ve already been here two hours?â€
â€œNo shit? Okay. Youâ€™ve seen enough. Hey, you want to go do something together? You golf?â€
â€œLetâ€™s get some beers and give it a shot.â€
â€œSounds good to me.â€
Mallory followed Ronda to the Country Club golf course. Ronda kept an eye on her rearview mirror to make sure she didnâ€™t lose her. She liked the sparkplug and was hoping an afternoon of golf might lead to more.
They picked up a six-pack of beer and hit the links. Mallory was surprisingly good. Ronda was glad they hadnâ€™t wagered, because Mallory didnâ€™t just try. She knew what she was doing out there. By the ninth hole, it was getting embarrassing.
â€œYouâ€™re spankinâ€™ my ass,â€ Ronda said.
â€œI love golf,â€ Mallory said. â€œI just didnâ€™t know I was any good at it.â€
â€œWell, clearly you are.â€
They finished the course with Mallory nine strokes under Ronda. They went to the clubhouse for beers.
â€œDamn. Iâ€™m glad we didnâ€™t bet.â€
â€œWhat would you have bet me?â€ Mallory said.
â€œI donâ€™t knowâ€¦â€
â€œWho comes first?â€
Ronda looked around the room, but Mallory had said it quietly enough.
â€œDonâ€™t worry,â€ Mallory said. â€œNo one heard.â€
â€œThatâ€™s my kind of bet. And you won.â€
â€œBut we didnâ€™t actually bet.â€
â€œIâ€™m willing to pretend we did.â€
Before Mallory could say anything, a voice came from behind Ronda.
â€œRonda? Ronda Meyers?â€
The voice was familiar, but Ronda braced herself for a fan. She turned and found herself looking into the deep blue eyes of Carleen.
She stood and kissed her on the cheek.
â€œCarleen. How good to see you.â€
â€œItâ€™s good to see you, too, Ronda. I didnâ€™t realize you golfed.â€
â€œI try. Oh, where are my manners. This is Mallory Oâ€™Reilly. Sheâ€™s a new running back for the Stars. Hopefully, youâ€™ll be seeing a lot of her this year. Mallory, this is Carleen Brynes.â€
Mallory stood and shook Carleenâ€™s hand.
â€œI was thinking about calling you to see if you wanted to go out sometime,â€ Ronda heard herself say.
â€œThat would be lovely. Please do. Iâ€™ll leave you two alone now.â€
She turned and walked off and Ronda watched her go.
â€œSheâ€™s a looker,â€ Mallory said.
â€œYeah, she is.â€
â€œAnd youâ€™re going to take her out? Of course you are.â€
â€œHey. She gave me her number. What am I supposed to do? Ignore her?â€
â€œHell no. If I had an invitation to thatâ€¦â€ She shook her head slowly. â€œMm. Yeah.â€
â€œI know, right?â€
They sat back down and Ronda ordered another couple of beers.
â€œNow, about our wager.â€
â€œOur imaginary wager.â€
â€œWhatever. Iâ€™d be happy to have you come over and hang out with me this evening. We can get some food and then go back to my place.â€
â€œYou know, people say youâ€™re a player, but they donâ€™t say youâ€™re such a sweetheart. Or that youâ€™re drop-dead gorgeous.â€
â€œWhoa there, sister. Iâ€™m just me.â€
â€œNo way. Your pictures do not do you justice, Ronda.â€
â€œWell, my photos in the programs arenâ€™t supposed to be like head shots. Theyâ€™re supposed to make me look like a badass whoâ€™s going to rip your head off.â€
â€œThat they do.â€
â€œGood. So, shall we get out of here?â€
Ronda took Mallory to a family owned steakhouse for dinner that night. The food was great and the atmosphere lively. When a band started playing, Ronda stood and motioned Mallory to join her.
Mallory shook her head and looked at her hands in her lap.
Ronda sat down.
â€œWhatâ€™s up?â€ she said.
â€œIâ€™m not as out as you are, I guess. And this is Houston. You know, Texas. I canâ€™t imagine they like to see two women dancing together.â€
â€œFair enough. Next time weâ€™ll go to a lesbian joint where no one will care, okay?â€
â€œNext time?â€ Mallory looked at Ronda.
â€œSure. Why the hell not?â€
They finished dinner and Mallory followed Ronda to her house. It was still fairly early, but that worked for both of them. They could take their time and enjoy each otherâ€™s bodies and still get to bed in time to get up for early practice the next day.
â€œI feel like a swim. How self-conscious would you be if we swam in the nude?â€
â€œIâ€™d be fine,â€ Mallory said. â€œItâ€™s not like you havenâ€™t seen my body before. Or that you wonâ€™t see it again.â€
Ronda took Malloryâ€™s shirt off over her head. She looked so cute in her shorts and sports bra. She was so middle of the road. Not too butch. Not too femme. Just right. And she was adorable.
â€œWhat?â€ Mallory said.
â€œNothing. Just admiring the view.â€
Mallory took her bra off.
â€œHow about admiring this view?â€
â€œOh, I do like this,â€ Ronda said. She cupped Malloryâ€™s breasts gently in her hands. She ran her thumbs over her nipples. â€œI like this very much.â€
Mallory snaked her arms behind Rondaâ€™s neck and pulled her down so their lips met. Ronda opened her mouth and let Malloryâ€™s tongue wander inside. She was not used to being the non-aggressor, but if it worked for Mallory, then sheâ€™d go with it. For a while.
Mallory finally broke the kiss.
â€œThat was somethinâ€™ else,â€ Ronda said.
â€œYeah, it was.â€
â€œYouâ€™re quite a little kisser.â€
â€œSo are you. Though youâ€™re not so little.â€
â€œNo, Iâ€™ve got a few inches on you.â€
â€œJust a few.â€
They laughed. Then Ronda unzipped Malloryâ€™s shorts and slid them off. Next came her boxers, and soon Mallory stood there in all her glory for Ronda to admire.
â€œYou are one fine specimen,â€ Ronda said.
â€œNo fair. I want to see you naked, too. I love your body.â€
Ronda stripped so they were both naked, standing in the kitchen. Ronda stepped forward to feel their skin pressed together. The moisture pooled between her legs. She bent to kiss Mallory, and this time it was she who begged entrance into Malloryâ€™s mouth. Mallory parted her lips and Ronda moved her tongue inside and grew more aroused as it danced over Malloryâ€™s.
When the kiss ended, they were both breathing hard. Ronda wanted Mallory. She reached her hand between Malloryâ€™s legs. She was drenched.
â€œI need you,â€ Ronda said.
â€œI thought you said something about skinny dipping,â€ Mallory said.
How could she even be thinking about that at a time like this?
â€œSex first,â€ Ronda said.
She led Mallory back to her bedroom and froze when she saw Gaylaâ€™s panties on the floor. How had that happened? She kicked them under the bed, but not before Mallory saw them.
â€œI donâ€™t think Iâ€™m youâ€™re only one. Donâ€™t worry about it. Now, take me.â€
They lay together on the bed with Mallory on top of Ronda. Ronda bent her knee so Mallory could slide up and down her thigh. Ronda played with first one breast and sucked one nipple, then the other. She was a breast woman and loved the ones that Mallory had.
Mallory moved up and down on Rondaâ€™s leg. She left a wet trail that had Ronda about to explode without being touched. She rolled over and ran her hand between Malloryâ€™s legs. She plunged her fingers inside and was rewarded when Mallory arched to take them deeper. Soon she was coated in her juices and getting hotter by the moment.
Ronda took her fingers out and rubbed Malloryâ€™s clit until Mallory grabbed her wrist.
â€œOh, yeah. Thatâ€™s it. Oh, God. Oh, yes. Oh, Ronda. Oh, yes.â€
Ronda buried her face in Malloryâ€™s neck to hide her smile. She was so damned cute when she came.
Mallory wasted no time assuming her position between Rondaâ€™s legs. She lazily dragged her tongue over every inch of her.
â€œYou taste so damned good,â€ she said.
Ronda placed her hand on the back of Malloryâ€™s head to encourage her. Mallory licked inside her before moving her tongue to Rondaâ€™s swollen clit. She licked and flicked it and soon Ronda could hold out no longer. She closed her eyes tight. The bright colors began to shoot behind her eyelids just as she reached her powerful orgasm.
â€œYou sure know how to use your tongue,â€ Ronda said.
â€œYeah?â€ Mallory looked cocky. â€œJust because Iâ€™m young doesnâ€™t mean Iâ€™m inexperienced.â€
â€œYeah? So Iâ€™m not the biggest player in the league?â€
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