Chapter 3

Calling forth the pulsing dissonance one more time, Sydney reached across Kate’s body to pinch her nipple harshly, drawing her breast out a couple of inches as she tugged it away from her chest, then twisting sharply between finger and thumb.

Kate’s back arched. “Jesus!” she cried out, louder than the amp, then sank back to the bed as Sydney released her nipple. Each gasp she made included a rough groan.

Kate didn’t believe she’d ever been more turned on or more wet. Her lust was out of control, the touch of the vibe magnifying the wanton feelings filling her. “Sydney…” she groaned.

The guitarist stepped back. She began a faster-paced solo that Kate recognized, though in her current state she had no notion what song it was from. Her eyes didn’t leave Kate’s body as the notes sank into Kate, whose thighs now pushed her hips up in an involuntary rhythm. The sound made her chest burn with need, while the grinding of the vibe within her felt on the point of meeting the need.

The solo ended in a series of chords. Then Sydney silenced the strings, quelling the vibrations within Kate. As she began to relax, Sydney struck another chord before stilling it, the shock of the vibe intense within Kate. She began to whimper as Sydney hit her with a series of additional chords, then, abruptly, she could no longer relax.

Kate’s sex tightened uncontrollably around the pulsing vibe. She shrieked as the climax overcame her. The amusement on Sydney’s face was the most emotion the woman had shown all evening, and the darkness of her eyes showed her own arousal. She played a light melody, the thrumming of the vibe drawing out Kate’s orgasm.

“Do you have neighbors?” Kate wheezed, her body still twitching occasionally from aftershocks.

“I soundproofed this room first,” Sydney responded. “I practice and write in here. Then we soundproofed the living room for the band. Mostly we rent a rehearsal room now.”

“Coming up in the world,” Kate said, dryly.

“We hope,” Sydney agreed. “Would you like to hear the full band? A private show for you.”

“You have them hiding in the closet?” Kate asked. “Do Bianca’s drums fit in there?”

Sydney grinned. Getting Kate off seemed to have broken through some of her indifferent facade. “We each have recordings with our own tracks removed, for practice,” she said, moving away from the bed. I’ll even let you hear the new material we didn’t play tonight,” she added, “as long as you promise not to record it.” She smirked at Kate’s bound hands and feet.

“Very fucking funny,” said Kate.

Sydney strolled over to the writing desk at the foot of the bed, pushing controls until the large stereo speakers came to life. Then she began the music.

Each song began with a countdown. Some started with Sydney’s guitar alone, others with the whole band or one of the other instruments on the first beat. The vibe was only synced to Sydney’s amp, so the most interesting songs were those where the guitar was front and center.

Kate spent the next forty-five minutes high on rock and lust, coming three more times before Sydney began to dismantle the show, unhooking cables, packing away her guitar, and finally easing the vibe out of Kate, tossing the condom and cleaning up the device. Kate watched her impassively. She didn’t like being bound to no purpose, but Sydney may yet have plans.

Sydney did have plans. When she was done with her cleanup, she returned to the bed, grabbed Kate’s ankles and yanked her down, tightening the bonds on her arms, while loosening those on her legs. She slipped off her own panties, then climbed onto Kate, straddling her right thigh, while lifting her left leg to fit her right knee beneath it. Aligning her sex against Kate’s, she drove herself forward, jerking her hips back to drive her pussy against Kate’s again.

After an hour and more of paying careful attention to Kate’s responses, the relentless thrusting was unexpected. Sydney had been focused on Kate’s pleasure. She deserved her own. Though as inflamed as Kate’s libido was, it didn’t matter whose pleasure Sydney had in mind, it was working for her anyway. Her breasts shook as Sydney rocked her body against the bed, and Sydney’s quivered within the tank.

“Take it off!” Kate groaned.

Sydney’s motion slowed, though her sex continued to caress Kate’s clit. “What?”

“Your bra thing,” Kate said, then added, “Please…”

“Since you ask so nicely,” Sydney said, then tugged it over her head. Her breasts bounced free, narrow nipples erect within small dark areole. She grinned as Kate’s eyes fastened to them.

“You want to touch them, don’t you?” Sydney asked. When Kate nodded, she said, “Tough.” Then she raised her hands to chest. “I’ll just have to do it myself.” As Kate watched, hungrily, Sydney grasped her own breasts, squeezing and stretching them the way that she’d done to Kate’s. Her eyes darkened, and her hips ground her sex against Kate’s with more determination.

Kate’s arousal was building anew. Her labia were still swollen from the past hour’s activity, and their sensitivity to Sydney’s sex drawing against them was exquisite. The feel of Sydney’s body rubbing against her clit made her pant, her chest glowing with excitement. Sydney moved her hands from her chest, gripping Kate’s waist with her left, and her right calf with her right, pulling her leg inward, pressing her own further beneath it.

Kate was becoming as turned on as she had been with the vibe on max, the feel of Sydney against her intensely erotic.

Sydney lowered herself, fitting her lips around Kate’s right breast, and sucking hard. She lost some of the contact against Kate’s sex by doing this, but the feel of her lips and tongue around her hard, responsive nipple made Kate cry out. When Sydney straightened, resuming the motion of her hips, Kate had lost the ability to stay quiet. She moaned with each breath, her hips rolling, jamming her pussy into Sydney’s.

Sydney jerked. Her belly twitched as she came, and she froze in place, her thighs locked against Kate’s. She gasped as her body continued to spasm, and Kate groaned in frustration. She’d been so close.

But Sydney wasn’t done. She extracted herself from the tangle of legs, then pressed her mouth to Kate’s sex while jamming a couple of fingers inside. Her lips suckled Kate’s clit as she pumped her fingers into her. As close as Kate had been to finishing, it took only seconds before Kate’s back arched as her own climax ignited.

And to think she’d thought that the other woman was only considering her own need.

When Kate relaxed, Sydney moved back up to straddle her thighs. She seemed as winded as Kate, and the smile on her face seemed friendlier than she had at any point. Kate would even say it was warm.

“Come here,” she whispered.

Sydney nodded, and lowered her body onto Kate’s, breasts pressing against her own. Her lips met Kate’s, and their kiss – their first – caught fire. Both women groaned in satisfaction. After a couple of minutes, Kate drew back. The other woman raised her eyebrows.

“That was delicious,” Kate said, “but it wasn’t what I meant.”

“You’re not into kissing?” Sydney asked.

“Yeah, I am,” Kate replied, “but I want my mouth somewhere else.”

Sydney’s smile grew, her eyes darkening. She shuffled forward on her knees, then lowered herself to Kate’s mouth.

Kate drew her tongue over the shorter woman’s labia, tasting her sweet musk. She lapped at her slit, pressing her tongue inside as Sydney’s hips rolled slowly.

Moving her face up and down, Kate explored with her tongue, feeling and tasting Sydney’s arousal building. Her tongue glided higher to circle her lover’s clit, then drift back down to her slit as Sydney moaned. Her strokes became longer, taking in the whole of the woman’s sex, while the movement of Sydney’s hips became sharper.

“Free my hands,” Kate demanded.

Sydney considered that for a moment, then nodded. She leaned down to tug the velcro free.

As soon as her wrists were released, Kate reached up to cup both of Sydney’s breasts, trapping her nipples between her thumbs and the base of her forefingers, while her fingers curled around each breast and squeezed hard as she tugged. Sydney cried out, then groaned as Kate curled her lips and tongue around her clit, suckling as she bounced her head.

When Sydney began to moan, Kate released her breasts. Gripping the other woman’s hips, she sucked her clit as she ground her face against her.

Sydney cried out, and Kate felt moisture on her chin as the woman’s body spasmed.

Kate lay back, spent. Fortunately, Sydney freed her ankles before she collapsed onto the bed. She rolled toward Kate, kissing her for the second time. There was passion within the weariness.

“I want one of those vibes,” Kate said. “Can you give me the details? I plan to enjoy the new album.”

“The vibe’s easy,” Sydney replied. “Finding a phone with a jack is harder, if you want to hook it to your sound system. It doesn’t need to work as a phone, though, you can get an old phone with no service if it has wi-fi for the app. Or you can just use the audio pickup and place it near the amp. You could even wear it to a show.”

“Oh, fuck, that sounds dangerous,” said Kate. “But like something I need to do.”

“Let me know if you want to wire up your gear,” Sydney said. “I could help you set it up the next time we have a gig in your area. And test it, if you’ll have time.”

“Oh yeah, I’ll have time,” Kate promised.