Their pussies each made a wet, sucking sound on the machine as they rode it, pushing each other higher and higher.
Finally, Tasha eased forward with a groan, climbing off the spinning g-max and crawling off the machine.
“Wait.” Ashley grabbed Tasha’s hand as she reached for the controls. “Don’t.” She turned only the rotation off for a moment as she slid her own pussy down onto the g-max attachment, still slick and glistening with Tasha’s cum, and then she starting easing it back up, turning the knob higher and higher still.
“Oh God,” Ashley whispered, maxing it out, rolling her hips on the machine. Her eyes opened and Tasha laid there watching her, eyes wide. “Come on. Get on behind me.”
Tasha couldn’t resist the sight and sound of her up on the machine. Her body still trembling with her climax, she swung herself up behind Ashley, settling her swollen, aching pussy down onto the fleshy ridge with a soft moan.
“Hold me.” Ashley murmured, grabbing Tasha’s hands, pulling her arms around her waist. Tasha held on tight, letting Ashley lean back against her as she rode the machine. “Oh yeah… oh my God, yeah.”
Tasha slid her hand down, cupping Ashley’s mound, feeling the vibration there, knowing the g-max was rubbing deep inside her, round and round, over and over. “Oh Ashley… oh baby, I love your pussy…”
”Yes.” Ashley rolled her head back against Tasha’s shoulder, eyes half closed. Tasha kissed her cheek, the corner of her mouth, cupping her heavy breasts in her hands. Ashley let herself go in Tasha’s arms, knowing she would hold her, and she did.
Tasha buried her face in Ashley’s dark hair, murmuring, “You’re so… oh… I love you so much.”
“Oh God, Tasha.” Ashley stiffened in Tasha’s arms for a moment, her eyes flying open.
“I love you,” Tasha whispered again, kissing her, murmuring over and over, “I love you, I love you…”
Ashley moaned, her thighs quivering, her body strung taut. “Yes, yes, oh fuck, I love you, too, baby, ohhhh my fucking God…”
Tasha cupped Ashley’s mound in one hand, her breast in the other, rocking them back and forth on the machine, faster, faster. “All mine, oh baby, yes, please, all mine… I want it, I want you, I love you…”
“Yes, yes, yes, yesssssss!” Ashley arched with her climax, pushing her hips forward and back, bucking like a horse on the saddle of the Sybian as Tasha held her. Tasha felt her own orgasm coming with Ashley trembling in her arms and she kissed her, hard, sucking her tongue deep as she shoved her pussy down on the vibrating machine, splitting her slit wide and rubbing her aching clit against the shuddering, fleshy curve there. She poured everything into Ashley, gave it all to her, coming so hard her ears were ringing and she felt dizzy on top of the Sybian.
They toppled off together, smiling, dazed, and breathless, both reaching for the controls at once to turn it off. Tasha rested her head against the softness of Ashley’s stomach, letting her stroke her short, dark hair, feeling the trembling aftershocks going through Ashley’s lower belly now and then where Tasha rested her hand. They were quiet for a long time-at least, it felt like a long time to Tasha, who wondered what Ashley was thinking, feeling.
Finally, Ashley asked, “Did you mean it?” Her voice was soft, almost casual, but Tasha knew better.
She took a shaky breath and whispered, “Oh yes.” Tasha knew she was in love with her-had been in love with Ashley for a long time-but she’d been denying it to herself, pretending it was just fun, just two girls enjoying each other, just sex…
“Me, too.” Ashley’s voice was hoarse, pained, and Tasha wanted to say something to make it better, somehow. She thought of Max and winced, wondering what he would say. She loved him, too. She didn’t want to lose him. But she loved them both. So now what? She didn’t know.
They were still, just breathing together, as if moving might force some sort of action. Tasha didn’t want to break the quiet, and after a while, Ashley even stopped stroking her hair. She wondered if she’d fallen asleep-but Tasha couldn’t sleep. She didn’t think she was going to get any sleep this weekend at all.
“What’s the little red light that just went off over there?” Ashley asked softly, startling Tasha and making her head go up.
“What red light?”
“Oh, there…” Ashley half sat up on her elbows, pointing. “It’s on again. Behind the vent.”
Tasha sat, too, looking toward where Ashley was pointing. She didn’t see it at first, but when she tilted her head, there it was, a small red light lost in the dusky dark of the vent cover. What in the world?
Tasha stood and walked over to the wall, picking up one of the stools and putting it under the vent. When she stepped up on it, Ashley was behind her, holding it steady, as Tasha peered into the vent cover. Her stomach dropped when she saw the lens cover, the cord attached-it was unmistakably a camera.
But who? And why? Tasha sat down on the stool, meeting Ashley’s puzzled eyes with her own wide, frightened ones, and realized that the question, “Now what?” had never before been more forefront in her mind, for more reasons than she could count.
Chapter Ten
“Well, look who’s home – it’s the Sybian Queen!”
Tasha gritted her teeth, whirling around at the sound of her neighbor’s voice. A six foot privacy fence separated their property and that of the Patterson’s. Ray Patterson’s head popped up over the top and he grinned down at her.
“Hello, Ray.”
“Champagne?” He raised his heavy eyebrows and grinned. “Having a party?”
Tasha hugged the bottle closer to her chest. She hadn’t seen or talked to him in the twenty-four hours since he’d dragged his wife away from their Sybian group party in a huff, and in the mystery and confusion of she and Ashley discovering the camera hidden in the basement, she had almost forgotten about her contentious neighbor.
“I liked the last party at your house we were invited to.” Ray was still talking, as if she had responded. Tasha bit the inside of her cheek and tried not to roll her eyes. The man had strong-armed his way into an invitation, and now he was claiming she invited him? “How about we have a private little party…” He lowered his voice and leaned over this fence slightly, his eyes dropping to the front of her blouse. “Just you… and me… and that little girlfriend of yours.”
Tasha swallowed hard and straightened up. “And what would your wife have to say about that?”
Ray laughed out loud, his teeth flashing white in the twilight. “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”
“I don’t cheat on my husband.” She turned her back to him and started toward her own side door. Ray’s next comment stopped her.
“So, that means hubby knows what you two are up to while he’s at work?”
“Excuse me?” She stiffened, facing him again. Her heart was beating too fast in her chest and she took a deep breath. “What are you talking about?”
“Hey, Mrs. Ryan from across the street came up to me the other day asking about you, ya know.” He changed the subject smoothly and Tasha frowned at him. “She kept asking me about all the people going in and out of your house all the time-wanted to know if you were selling drugs or something.”
She blinked at him, stunned. It had never occurred to her that her neighbors would even notice, let alone assume…
“I told her you weren’t.” He reassured her with a wink. And then said, “But I could have told her the truth.”
“And what…” Tasha swallowed, forcing the tremble from her voice. “And what, exactly, is the truth?”
He crossed his arms over the top of the fence and leaned his chin on them. It looked like a casual thing, but Tasha saw the glint in his eyes. “I think you at least have to have some sort of a license for this thing you’re running out of your little basement, you know…” He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, and it was such a phony gesture that Tasha would have laughed – if he hadn’t followed it up with his next comment. “I wonder if it would be legally considered prostitution?”