Pace


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The car ride seemed to last longer than it really did. Nervous energy flowed off Shane, leaving Carmen confused and on edge. It occurred to her that maybe she had made a mistake last night. Maybe Shane hadn’t been ready and she had overstepped her boundaries. She could hardly believe it, what with how grateful and understanding Shane had seemed, but now Shane was so far away, and it made her suspect she had tried to get too close. She jumped when she noticed Shane staring at her.

“What?”

“We’re here.” Shane smiled gently and gestured to their surroundings, the Planet’s parking lot.

Carmen closed her eyes, winced. “Wow, sorry. Didn’t mean to zone out on you there.”

“S’ok, I’m in my head too.”

Carmen nodded, tilting her head towards Shane. “I know…and hey, you don’t have to tell me what’s going on, but I just want you to know I’m sorry…if I upset you, last night…” She stopped, not really believing it herself. Then again, she didn’t want to believe it.

Shane’s eyes widened, and she sat wordless and tight-lipped for a few seconds. Carmen moved to speak again, but Shane held her hand up for a moment, silencing her, before bringing her hand down to cover Carmen’s.

“Carmen…shit, don’t think that, ok? You didn’t. You made me feel so…you just made me feel, you know? What makes you think something’s going on?”

“You’re fucking tense, Shane. It’s all over you.”

Shane closed her eyes and chuckled, having thought she was hiding it well. She removed her sunglasses, bringing her fingers up to rub the bridge of her nose. “Yeah…I really am.” Carmen’s brows pinched with concern.

“I know it might be silly to think that it’s me…because you probably just have something going on today.”

Shane sighed. She had that meeting with Veronica that she was just itching to blow off, but that wasn’t what had her in knots. She wished Carmen was wrong, and for a moment wanted to just tell her, lay everything out on the table, but her lips stayed sealed.

“Anything I can do?”

Shane looked up from her reverie, rubbed her thumb across Carmen’s palm, met her eyes, and knew what she wanted.

“Come over to my place tonight. After work.” She smiled as the pleased look of surprise came over Carmen’s face. She put her sunglasses back on, and squeezed Carmen’s hand as she let go. They exited the car wordlessly, going their separate ways.

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Shane groaned, her cell phone buzzing insistently in her jacket pocket. She knew who it was, and she knew she was late, yet her skinny butt stayed glued to the seat of her Jeep. She flipped open the display, confirming her suspicions, and clicked ‘ignore’. She tried to come up with one good reason, just one, other than morbid curiosity, that would persuade her back into Veronica Bloom’s office, especially after their little tiff at the theater. She had steady hair work, she didn’t need any more business contacts, and she wasn’t looking for power, at least not the kind Veronica could give. Her hands twitched, restless, and she realized she had hardly used them last night.

She kept her grip firm around Carmen’s waist, but maintained their rhythm solely with her hips, using slow, short strokes to make sure that the penetration was deep and fully felt. To make sure that Carmen felt her, all the way inside. Based on the response, the twitching of legs, the needy moans and quiet Spanish curses, she was succeeding. Her body screamed, not for release but for rest, and Carmen had come all over her cock once already. And still, every time her hips stuttered, threatening to stop, her mind went right back to a view of earlier, looking down her own bare torso, her legs raised and bent, Carmen between them. It inflamed not only her lust, but also her need to reassert herself, and spurred her to continue the ride. With that image in her mind, it could go on forever.

She wondered if Carmen would let her. She hadn’t gotten any complaint as she fucked Carmen through her orgasm and resumed after giving her a short chance to catch her breath. Carmen had simply twisted her neck to look at Shane, eyes searching and submissive, but glazed with pleasure, which told her all she needed to know. Carmen wanted everything she had.

Carmen groaned as she pulled out suddenly, her hands pulling Carmen’s hips up as she rose onto her knees, her chest heaving with exertion. Carmen went blindly at first, but opened her eyes to look back at Shane, who carefully but insistently turned her away to face the headboard, lips caressing her shoulder, entreating. She bit her lip and assumed the position, raising her ass and spreading her legs for Shane to move in between. She felt Shane’s lithe body press up against her and pressed back, encouraging.

For a few long moments, Shane rested her sweaty forehead between Carmen’s shoulder blades and they panted together, chests shifting up and down in tandem. When her breath returned, Shane wound her arms around Carmen’s, folding them together, supporting them both on her elbows as she hugged Carmen’s body tightly to hers as she sheathed her cock once again.

Carmen braced herself for the pace to start up again…but it didn’t. She felt Shane nudge her chin into the space behind her ear, between her shoulder and neck, so that her face rested in Carmen’s hair, but besides that, Shane’s body remained deathly still, fitted against her as if truly part of her. It wasn’t unpleasant, but she was beginning to wonder if Shane had fallen asleep. A series of nuzzles and nips to her neck convinced her of otherwise.

“Shane?”

“Mmmm?”

“Um…not that this isn’t nice, but…”

Shane’s body reflexively jolted away from her, reacting to verbal rejection, which partially pulled the phallus out, causing her to moan. She shook her head against the sheets, reaching back to clutch Shane’s right ass cheek and pulling her back into contact, and fully back inside.

“I didn’t say move. You don’t have to move, if you don’t want. Relax.”

Shane’s breath was heavy in her ear, tired. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I know this is weird.”

“Don’t be sorry. We could sleep like this, ya know.”

She was grinning now, and she could tell Shane was too.

“I don’t think so, baby. We’d fall over.” They both chuckled for a moment at the absurdity of it all, but the laughter died, and they found themselves silent and unmoving, neither wanting to initiate the separation.

Shane’s hands had long since left her arms and now traveled every inch of her skin, petting her gently, possessively. She sighed at the sweetness of it, and held still so that it would continue. Shane’s lips pressed into her neck softly, hesitantly.

“It’s hard for me…open myself like that, without fucking up my head a little.”

It was a whisper, as if a sound bite from earlier had been played over. Carmen was thankful for Shane’s closeness in the moment, grounding her, but wished she could see Shane’s face as she spoke those words. She knew Shane might never say them, if they were face to face, so perhaps it was better this way. She swallowed, and figured if this particular position brought out revelations in Shane, she should go with it.

“And why is that?”

“I tried for a long time…to trust people. But it just never worked out. People, they just never…they always want something, and once they’ve taken it…” Shane was trembling now, all around her and inside her, and it broke her heart. Shane trusted her, she had to be honest.

“I do want something from you Shane. I want you…all of you.”

Shane closed her eyes, the muscles in her face clenching as she pressed her forehead into the back of Carmen’s neck, whispering, “You have me.”

She wanted so much to turn back to Shane, to see her face in that moment, but she knew it wasn’t for her. She didn’t hold back the wattage of her smile though, and perhaps it was better that Shane didn’t see that. Perhaps they should talk front to back more often. It seemed easier for Shane.

“And I’m still here.”

Shane couldn’t deny that, not from their current position. Carmen was there alright, more accessible to her than ever, literally at her mercy, and oh so willing.

And suddenly, there was her second wind.

Shane reared up onto her knees and pulled out, breaking a large measure of the intimate contact they had been sharing. Carmen rose as well, turning to look at her, but Shane pressed her back down, holding her gently by the back of her neck. She didn’t resist. Shane angled her hips, sliding the thick tip of her cock back in between Carmen’s lips, positioning it so that the head just barely pushed inside. Carmen reached back, settling her hands on the backs of Shane’s thighs, letting her know the intrusion was welcome, as if there was any doubt.

Shane gasped as she sank back inside, her body beginning to run on instinct again, happily and mindlessly humping with all the energy it could muster. She sank her face into Carmen’s sweat slicked hair, appreciating how the girl’s body responded eagerly to her ruthlessness, absorbing the shock and continuing to push back for more. She reached around, rubbing Carmen’s clit in time with her thrusts, until neither could draw enough breath to properly vocalize the power of the eventual climax.

She left Carmen’s side only to put away her not so little friend, and when she returned to the bed, Carmen was still on her stomach, sleeping the sleep of the truly well fucked.

Again, her pocket vibrated. The woman wouldn’t quit. She checked for good measure, confirming her suspicions, tossed the phone into the passenger seat, turned up the radio, and headed to the nearest set where she knew her help would be appreciated, not so much out of need for work but for distraction, occupation. Distraction from the shame she felt, knowing she had lied to Carmen.

Carmen didn’t have her, couldn’t. How could she truly have someone she didn’t know? What Carmen knew and had wasn’t all of Shane, and therefore not Shane at all. Carmen didn’t know that she was sleeping with a former drug addicted street hustler. And until Carmen knew that, the most profound admission Shane had given her, or anyone that she could remember, was a lie.