Chapter 7

When the final encore was finished, Ann collapsed back against Alex, who caught her by the waist. Just for support, but feeling Ann’s body against hers was pleasant.

“Thanks for letting me join you,” Lauren said. Her arm was around her partner. “Mika and I have a huge overlap of interests, but hard rock is not one of them.”

“I value my ears,” Mika confided.

“I’m glad we met you both,” Lauren said. “Maybe we’ll see you at another show. How long have you been together?”

“We’re not together?” Alex said, Ann saying “We’re not,” at the same time. At Lauren’s confused expression, Alex glanced at Ann, whose shoulders nestled against Alex’s breasts, Alex’s hands halfway around her belly. “I guess it looks a little like we are?” she said. “We’re just… uh…”

“Roommates,” Ann said.

“Roommates?” Alex agreed. “For the rest of the weekend. We used to be roommates? But this is just a temporary arrangement. And we don’t live around here anymore, so we probably won’t be at another show.”

“Give them your card, love,” Lauren said to her partner. “We could meet up if they visit.”

Mika nodded and gave them each a business card. “I suppose you will never be wanting my professional services, then,” she said, with a smile.

Alex pushed Ann upright to open her purse. She glanced at the card before slipping it in, though she knew what Mika’s job was. “No, there are no weddings in our future,” she said.

“Not with each other, for sure,” said Ann. “We’ll be back for others.”

Lauren still seemed puzzled as she glanced between them when saying goodbye.

Alex collected her clothes and makeup from the house, and helped herself to a few more bottles of water. There was a limo waiting for the bridesmaids, and another for the brides. Alex was the last of the bridesmaids to arrive, but Kayla and Anita weren’t ready to leave yet. She had already checked that it would be okay to take Ann, since they were at the same hotel.

After hugs and good wishes, the brides departed, and the bridesmaids piled into their transport. Alex’s high had been fading for a while. She and Ann consumed a couple of water bottles each to ease the descent.

“Hey, would it be okay to drop us at the pancake place?” Ann asked. “We’ll get an Uber to the hotel. I’m feeling hungry.”

Alex giggled. “Yeah, me too,” she said. “Anyone want to join us?”

“You’ve been in New York too long,” said Allison. “It isn’t twenty-four hour. There’s a twenty-four hour diner, though. I think they have pancakes.”

“Oh, right. Yeah, there,” said Ann.

There were no other takers, and they had to wait a long time for their ride afterward.

“I was looking forward to helping you off with that dress,” Ann said, “but I don’t think I’m going to have the energy.”

“Same,” admitted Alex, glancing over Ann’s low neck dress. “Though,” she added thoughtfully, “they have to come off? Maybe we take them off each other, then postpone the fallout until tomorrow.”

“We could do that,” Ann said, tucking her hand into Alex’s arm.

They had barely closed the room door when Ann tugged open the bow of the blue sash. Moments later she’d unzipped the light blue dress, and was pulling it over Alex’s head, leaving her in her lightweight skin-toned bra, matching panties and heels, which she stepped out of before unfastening Ann’s straps. The shorter woman’s wine red dress slid down her body, sewn-in cups falling away to reveal her exquisite high breasts. She also kicked off her heels to stand in a black thong.

Alex unclasped her bra at the front, uncovering her own rounded breasts, nipples slightly swollen.

“Still tired?” Ann asked.

“Yeah,” Alex replied.

“Me too,” Ann griped. “We’ll make up for it tomorrow.”

Ann nodded agreement, then picked up her dress, carefully folding it over a chair. She tossed her bra into the bathroom to deal with on the next day. Doing that gave her a thought. She opened the room door just a few inches, took the “Do not disturb” sign, and hung it over the outer door handle by feel. When she closed the door she turned the privacy latch to bar entry.

“Good idea,” said Ann, folding her dress.

After kicking her panties into the bathroom, Alex climbed into bed. In a moment, Ann had joined her, rolling against her side.

Perhaps if she hadn’t instituted the no kissing rule, the passion of a goodnight kiss might have overridden their tiredness. Instead, they’d drift off to sleep, which might be a better option. They would have plenty of opportunity tomorrow to make up for lost time.

Ann had absently started toying with Alex’s nipple. It grew firmer and more sensitive under her touch, feeling surprisingly good for her having no strength to respond. Alex reached out to caress Ann’s breasts. Her friend snuggled closer, a knee settling between Alex’s thighs. She pinched Ann’s nipple, and felt her body twitch.

Ann’s hand spread over Alex’s breast, her palm closing over her nipple, fingers pushing into more of the mound, sinking in. She felt herself getting wet, her response surprisingly strong for having no will to invest any effort.

Ann squirmed against her. Alex felt moisture against her thigh, and heard Ann’s breathing rasping softly. The sounds made her wetter.

The fingers around her breast left it, drifting down, sliding over her folds and slowly pressing inside. Alex’s heart started to race. This couldn’t be happening.

Well, it could, but she didn’t have the stamina for it to continue. But it felt good, so she hooked her hands under Ann’s arms and dragged her all the way onto her, Ann’s breasts pressing into hers. Ann’s hips were rocking slowly, shifting her breasts against Alex’s. Her finger explored Alex’s inner walls, finding places to touch, not pumping, not moving quickly.

Alex shifted her friend higher, her neck on Alex’s shoulder. She was heavy against Alex’s chest, her breasts squeezing and rolling to the small movements. In spite of her tiredness, Alex found that erotic. She wrapped her arm around Ann’s thigh, finding her pussy, then pushing a finger into it from behind. Ann groaned.

Without kissing, Alex heard every sound that her friend made. Her lips were close to Alex’s ear. There were soft sighs, rasping breaths, sharp gasps as Alex pushed against the wall of her sex from behind. She wasn’t entirely silent herself, as her arousal grew.

Ann’s thumb drifted up and began to flick Alex’s clit lightly. Her breath hitched and she began to pant. Her heart raced as Ann’s hips moved harder against her.

Using her free hand, Alex grasped the side of Ann’s breast, then worked her fingers under it, pinching and kneading the swelling nipple, making her friend cry out. She ground herself into Ann, her hip now pressed between her friend’s legs.

Ann’s cries started to rise in pitch and need. She panted, then made a keening sound through her nose. Alex pushed her finger hard into her friend’s sex. Ann jerked, then tightened around the finger. Alex felt a wash of dampness over her skin.

Ann didn’t stop the movement of her fingers. Her thumb flicked against Alex’s swollen, sensitive clit, and as she pushed herself into her friend she felt the fire within her peak, then sensation flood into her as she came beneath Ann.

She had been too tired for that to happen. Now she was beyond exhausted. She didn’t have the energy to move Ann off her body. She didn’t even have the energy to ask Ann to move. The regular sounds of her friend’s breathing were those of sleep, now, not desire.

She woke from a dream of being trapped under a collapsing house, while workers were trying to cut a path to her with a portable buzz saw. She tried to yell at them to stop cutting, because more beams would land on her, but her body was cool, and the wooden beams were warm and soft.

The buzz saw was a girl snoring by her ear. She couldn’t be any more comfortable with her head flopped down onto the bed than Alex was.

Alex managed to slide out from under her body, then roll Ann onto her side without waking her up. She eased the bedcover out from under Ann – no way could she get the rest of the bedclothes – then pulled it up over their bodies.

Alex was alone in the bed. The sheets on the other side were pushed back, the coffee machine was making squelching noises, and there was a scent of coffee in the air. The hotel coffee wasn’t terrible, but from experience, she knew that it smelled better than it tasted.

She could hear the shower running. She stretched, then trudged over to the coffee pot. Ann liked her coffee black. Alex preferred cream, but not the foul chemicals the hotel called creamer, so she took hers black, too. The pot was still trickling out the last few drops, but it was close enough. Alex took the pot, ignoring the coffee that spat out onto the hot base and poured two cups. Setting the pot back down, she picked up both cups in one hand, then opened the bathroom door and set both cups down on the washbasin.

“You’re heavier than you look,” she called into the shower curtain.

“Good morning to you, Alex,” came Ann’s voice. “I can’t tell if you’re calling me fat.”

“Your body is just fine,” Alex said, “but if I have to have an inanimate lump on top of me, I’d prefer a teddy bear.”

Ann stuck her head through the curtain. “Are you saying I’m not your teddy bear, Alex?”

“You’re Maisie’s teddy bear,” Alex said. “Also, you snore.”

“I do not,” Ann retorted, back under the water.

“Which of the two of us was awake to hear it?” Alex asked.

“Obviously it wasn’t you, if you thought I was snoring,” said Ann. She turned the water off, then towelled herself dry before stepping out of the bath.

Alex ogled her unashamedly, but that was fine, because Ann raised an eyebrow and grinned at her as she stood there, stark naked, waiting to turn the shower back on. Before either of them could make a comment, the strains of Journey came from the room.

Ann rolled her eyes. “Fuck. Teddy bear time.”

She squeezed past Alex, who stuck her head out of the bathroom door and hissed, “Seriously? You use ‘Faithfully’ as her ring tone?”

Laughing to herself, Alex started the shower and stepped into the bath.

When she was done, she towelled herself dry, then crept quietly into the room. No accidental sounds this time. Again, Ann was listening to a steady stream of one-sided conversation, barely saying a word every now and then.

Alex decided that suckling her toes would be far too tame a prank. She strode over to Ann’s suitcase, not asking permission before opening it. Ann had stowed most of her belongings in drawers, but the dildo and harness were in drawstring bags. The lube was in the same bag as the dildo, and there was a bullet vibrator in a pocket of the bag with the harness.

Ann watched Alex wide-eyed as she approached the bed. The unfamiliar harness was easy to assemble, and in moments, Alex was hooking the straps over Ann’s ankles, then drawing it up to her crotch. After she’d fastened it in place, she turned on the small vibe and tucked it into the pocket over Ann’s clit. Then she squatted before her and began to suck Ann’s cock.

Ann’s eyes remained large, her expression guardedly excited.

She’d been asked to suck a partner’s dildo before. She’d thought it was an odd request, and though the woman had delighted in the experience when she’d applied her blowjob skills to the task, she wondered if that was something most lesbians were willing to do, or a request usually fulfilled by bi girls. She still hadn’t learned the answer to that question. And she didn’t know whether Ann would appreciate it, but she was sure that it would annoy her, and that she wouldn’t be able to refuse.

So far both of those seemed true.

Alex gave the cock every ounce of attention she would a guy’s. Holding Ann’s eyes as she opened her mouth and caressed the silicone with the back of her tongue. Kissing up and down the shaft. Pressing her mouth to the side, suckling as her tongue explored. Moving all the way to the base, then lightly nibbling the shaft with her teeth. Lowering her mouth over the tip of the dildo, letting as much of it as she could take into her mouth, then moving back up, the cock sliding out of her mouth until she had the tip trapped between her tongue and the roof of her mouth.

Ann may have tried for a few minutes not to let the blowjob affect her, but soon she was panting, trying to keep the sounds from the phone, sometimes covering the phone with her hand. Alex didn’t know if it was the movement of the dildo against her, or the vibrator, or the impact of seeing Alex’s mouth on her cock that was feeding her arousal, but one or all of those things was clearly having an effect. Ann’s face was turning pink with the effort of keeping from making a sound.