Dusty's Queen of Hearts Diner by Lee Lynch

Author:Lee Lynch [Lynch, Lee]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781602828438
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Published: 2012-09-02T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

“Dusty, lover?” Elly asked. “Aren’t you ever going to go down on me?”

It was a hot, moist, blue summer night with noisily bedding birds singing a love song out the window. Dusty peeled her big-boned naked body away from Elly and stared anxiously through the light at her. Without glasses, the last of Elly’s makeup seemed like smudged dusk. “You mean…” she faltered, unable to say the words she needed.

Elly twisted close again and smoothed back Dusty’s hair, tonguing an earlobe. “I mean with your mouth,” she whispered, rubbing a sharp hip across Dusty’s belly. “You know, like this,” and she sucked on the earlobe, then flicked it back and forth with her tongue.

“I never did that before.”

Elly stopped. Her body was always a surprise to Dusty. Those fragile-looking, slender shoulders glowed in the dim light, sweaty from humidity. The shock on Elly’s face began slowly to fade to her slow, teasing smile.

Dusty dove, belly down, under a pillow. Partly to escape that knowing smile. Mostly to hide her humiliation. She counted. They’d been together one year and five months. She’d been making love with women for twenty-three years.

“How could you never do that, an elegant of Romeo like you?” Elly asked in astonishment. “Though I can understand not wanting to with prune-face Rita.”

In all the seventeen years she’d been with Rita, Dusty had only tried it once, after her old Navy buddy Les had brought home some postcards from Denmark. She’d slid down Rita’s body, getting as far as rubbing her lips across her pubic hair. Rita had stopped her.

“I guess,” she lied to Elly, her head still under the pillow, “it just never came up.” What a gap in experience to admit to this dynamic new lover. Especially now, when she sensed that Elly was disappointed in her about the diner, and especially in the way she’d messed up by firing John.

All that seemed to be the furthest thing from Elly’s mind now, though. She hung over Dusty’s broad back so her breasts just grazed it, and said, “Do me, lover?”

It was Elly’s favorite phrase, said with her Tennessee drawl exaggerated, a sure-fire way to turn Dusty on. But did she want to do it?

“Don’t you want to?” Elly asked, her breasts tracing double patterns on Dusty’s back.

She shrugged, half hoping Elly would give up. The room was growing darker. Outside there was a lull in the birds’ chatter and she could hear the ducks quack across the little pond.

But Elly knew ways to overcome Dusty’s attempts to avoid what she feared. Thank goodness, thought Dusty as Elly stretched against her so her longish brown hair tickled Dusty’s neck. Again, Elly whispered into her ear. “Then let me do you.”

“Elly...” Dusty complained, her tone half-aggrieved, half pleased and excited.

Elly began to tickle her in earnest, giggling. “Don’t you hide your face from me all night, you old butch. You come out here and get yours.”

Dusty twitched and held her breath to defend herself from Elly, but the woman was unrelenting.

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