Home Coming (2 page)

Her heart started to race. The wetness from her pussy ran over her
hand. The pleasure building inside her spurred her to go harder and
faster... she was …

Brrrrring!

She stared at the phone on her nightstand, confused. Oh. It had to be
Esteban, and who knows when he'd have another chance to call her. She
picked up on the third ring.

“Love, are you okay? You sound out of breath.” His velvet
voice was marked with concern. She wanted him so badly.

“I'm fine, darling.”

“What's going on? Are you okay? Do I need to come home?”

Oh, he needed to come home...but no. “I'm fine. I'm in bed. I
just...” She tried to think of a lie.

“Just?”

The thought of Rachel's advice and the cool kiss she'd gotten when he
left.

“I was just...pleasuring myself.” She could feel the hot
blush from her head to her toes, but she tried her best to keep it
out of her voice.

“Oh?” A pause, then his voice dropped a bit. “Ohhhhhh.
I hope I didn't ruin anything.”

“I was very close.” She put a bit of playful pout in her
voice. The daring of it thrilled her.

“Can I help? Make it up to you?”

“Oh... I guess so...yes.”

“Where are you?”

“In bed.”

“And you have that toy?”

Bianca practically choked. “You know..?”

“I found it some time ago. Lay back. I want you to imagine me
there.”

Her pussy was once again liquid heat. His voice married with the
sensation...it was magic.

“Knead your breast and rub your clit for me, love. Let me hear
how much you like it.”

She propped the phone up on a pillow by her head and did as she was
told. The soft strokes took her breath away.

“Now, I want you to imagine my cock pushed against your clit.”

Bianca took hold of the dildo and nudged her swollen clit sending
shudders of pleasure into her belly. When they were face to face,
lying together in bed, they didn't talk. His husky voice giving her
orders and the roughness of his language thrilled her.

“Now I will fuck you. You want that, my love?”

The toy penetrated her. Deeper and deeper she thrust, a twist in her
wrist came naturally as she pulled it out to work it in a little
further. The phone slipped down onto the pillow next to her head.

“Yes.” She barely got the word out as she slammed the
dildo home.

Soon, “Yes”, was the only thing she could say. She came
loudly, sure that he heard every gasp.

When she had recovered her senses, she picked up the phone, still
panting.

“Good girl. I'll call you tomorrow. Sleep tight.” His
voice was like a jaguar, sleek and smooth but full of danger.

The buzz of a dead line rang in her ear. She returned the handset to
its cradle and fell into a deep sleep.

***

“I called Roger. He's picking us up in an hour and a half. ”
Rachel waited for Bianca's reaction.

“Do you have plans that I don't know about?”

“Always. But mainly the plan is to get the hell out of this
house. Spending all day cooped up is no good.”

Bianca shrugged and grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl on the
kitchen counter. Pulling back the peel, she popped the fruit into her
mouth. Her mind was already racing ahead to what they could do that
day.

“Mmmm.... come on baby. You can work it better than that.”
Rachel purred at her.

For a second Bianca's jaw hung open in shock, but bolstered by the
memory of Esteban's warm honey voice, she smiled.

Her tongue flicked down the underside of the fruit and she pursed her
lips around its girth.

Rachel laughed out loud. “Oh, you think you can out-do me?”

She grabbed the largest of the remaining bananas and yanked back the
peel. “Oh, no. This is how it's done.”

Rachel's banana disappeared down her throat. Bianca's eyes widened in
surprise; she took the challenge.

Gradually she started working the banana further and further into her
throat, calling to mind the thrusts of the dildo the night before.
Soon the fruit, sloppy wet from spit, was pushing against her gag
reflex. Bianca did her best to maintain control.

It was Rachel's turn to wear the wide eyed look of shock. Bianca was
proud having managed to finally surprise her oldest friend.

From behind her she heard a throat being cleared. Rachel bit the end
of her banana off and began giggling between chews. It wasn't her
brazenness that had caused the surprise but rather...

Roger.

“I told Roger we might not hear the door, so he should just
come on in when he got here,” Rachel managed to sputter out.

Bianca whirled around, feeling the heat of a full body blush overtake
her. She chomped down on the banana.

Roger tried to suppress his smile. “You two ladies have
appointments at Spa Primal in one hour.”

“Since when?”

“I set it up this morning. My sister is the manager there.”

Bianca bristled. “I didn't realize you also worked as a
secretary.”

“I offer many services the lady of the house has yet to avail
herself of.”

The damned smile never left his lips. Bianca willed herself not to
blush. Rachel giggling behind her didn't help matters.

She took a deep breath.”Fine. I'll go get my purse.”

***

Inside, the spa was dimly lit. The air hung heavy with incense and
enough humidity to keep the orchids that filled the nooks and niches
around the room happy. The woman behind the desk wordlessly
acknowledged Roger and whisked the women back into the locker room.

“Here are your robes, ladies. Go ahead and undress to your own
level of comfort. Your therapist will be in to escort you to your
first treatments momentarily.”

Rachel snatched the plush red robe out of the woman's outstretched
hand, leaving the tan one for Bianca.

Bianca started to ask what treatments they were booked for, but the
receptionist was gone before she had the chance.

Rachel was naked before the door clicked closed. Bianca did her best
not to stare. “Are you really going to do this naked?”

“Yeah. Aren't you? How can they get to all the really good
spots if you have clothes on?”

The challenge was audible.

“Fine.” Bianca slithered out of her clothes, tucking them
into the locker. Pulling the robe tightly around her, she sighed.

A tentative knock on the door was followed by a young woman stepping
in.

“Ms. Alvarado? Your massage room is ready if you'd like to
follow me?”

“Um...” Bianca paused, not wanting to leave her friend
behind.

“Her room will be ready momentarily.” The pleasant woman
smiled and held the door open for her. Bianca followed her out the
door and down the hall.

Bianca hated to admit it, but a day at the spa was just the thing.
The warm oil and the strong hands of the massage therapist hit all
the right notes. There had been places Bianca didn't even realize
she'd been holding tension. Now she was fully relaxed.

Despite her relaxation, sitting around in the “recovery room”
sipping water and reading magazines lost its appeal pretty quickly.
Jeez, what's taking Rachel so long?

The tech darted through the door, towels in hand.

“
Excuse me?”

“Oh, um.. yes, Mrs. Alvarado. Can I help you?”

“I was wondering when Ms. Saul is going to be done?”

The dark haired woman checked her clipboard. “She's in the
double massage room with her friend.”

“Um, no. I'm her friend.”

“Oh, well...” The tech looked puzzled then shrugged.
“I'll show you to the room.” She padded down the hall &
Bianca followed.

“She should be in here. I have....” She pointed over her
shoulder and looked uncertain.

“Of course. I've got it from here. Thanks.” Bianca smiled
and nodded.

“You're welcome. Excuse me.” She returned to work.

Bianca tapped on the door and then slipped inside. Much like the room
she had been in, a shoji screen blocked the view of the room.
Rachel's red robe lay across the chair that sat by the door.

Even if there were a dozen other red robes in the spa, the sounds
that came from behind the screen were unmistakable-- and hauntingly
similar to the moans she'd heard standing outside the guest shower.

An equally recognizable voice growled, “Rachel.”

Bianca held her breath, frozen. She considered retreating. But what
if they heard the door? What if someone walked in? She stood stock
still, unable to make up her mind.

“Oh, fuck yeah. That's so good.” Roger growled.

Curiosity got the best of her. She peered through a crack between the
two panels of the screen.

Roger stood behind Rachel, who was bent over the end of the massage
table. They were both naked. His muscular legs were spread wide, ass
pumping his...

Oh my...

Esteban was more than adequate. In fact, Bianca had often held him
back out of fear. But this... The look of ecstasy on Rachel's face as
Roger slammed his cock into her, which to Bianca's eye looked every
bit as large as her purple dildo, was ... intriguing.

With every impaling stroke, Rachel's eyes widened with shock and then
slitted as he ground the base of his cock into her pussy.

Bianca slid down into the seat, suddenly hyper aware of her body
swathed only in the robe. Bianca stared at the door. Her imagination
drew vivid pictures of the massage therapist walking in. Certainly
the moans and yells would catch someone's attention?

They certainly had Bianca's attention. One hand slid into her robe
above the belt of her robe. The other tucked in below.

“
Ah, Roger, fuck me. Split me
open. Hurt me.”

He answered with an animalistic grunt.

Bianca's imagination filled in the pictures that the sounds so
masterfully painted. Her fingers played amongst her wet folds,
stroking her clit and exploring the pleasures she could find inside
herself. With every loud exclamation of joy from behind the screen
her fingers found new ways to stimulate herself. With a soft sigh she
plucked her nipple till it was fully erect and pinched it till it
ached.

She found her eyes flicking to the door, at once dreading someone
walking in and yet thrilling at the idea. Caution almost sent her to
lock the door.

“
Fill my ass,” Rachel
panted.

Oh, my.
Bianca had never...
she couldn't even...

She slid from her chair and crawled to the screen. On hands and knees
she drank in the scene.

Roger's cock head pressed into the cleft of Rachel's ass. He pushed
and Bianca saw her best friend's face bloom with pain, pleasure and
utter abandon. His strokes started short and easy at first. Back
arching, her hand reached back flexing and clenching silently begging
for more when her voice failed her.

Bianca's own hand reached back as well, fingers first stopping to
collect some of her own sweet slickness. The tip of her first finger
tested the tightness of her ass. At first the resistance was too
much. But watching the longer and longer strokes Rachel was taking
with thrilled open joy was motivation enough.

Bianca wanted that.

Her finger found its way. With a twist of the wrist she found she
could slide her thumb into her cunt.

Ahhh... oh.

Roger yelled out announcing his orgasm. Bianca's own crashed through
her, making her elbow go weak. Her body tipped forward, bumping the
screen.

It swayed. Bianca held her breath.

“
What the...?”

Bianca didn't wait. She scrambled up and out, getting herself through
the door just in time.

***

The phone rang and Bianca jumped out of her skin.

She stared at it. What if it was
Rachel? What if...
what if she knew
?
Bianca picked up the phone

“
Dulce Flor, are you okay?”

“
I'm... I'm fine.” She
took a breath and did her best to brighten her voice. “Rachel
took me to get a massage today. It was lovely.”

“
Roger said. He also said you
left in a cab without them. Sent him a text message?”

“
The massage was wonderful,
but after it was done she lit some incense of something. The smell
gave me a headache.” It was a story that she had been
practicing for a while in her head, but even well-practiced it came
out shaky.

“
You have always been a
terrible liar.”

“
I... I um...”

“
Tell me what is going on.”

His voice was so sure. So forceful. Without thinking about it, she
spilled. Every gory detail. Every sticky moment. She'd never had a
secret so juicy before and it spilled forth in a torrent.

Silence.

And more silence.

“
Esteban? Are you there?”

“
I am.” His voice was
tight. “I am very glad I don't have to look at you right now,
Bianca. I doubt I could.”

“
Esteban, I ..”

“
I'll call you tomorrow. I
have to go.”

“
I love you.”

“
Tomorrow.”

The phone disconnected.

Bianca huddled under the covers of her bed, tears filling her eyes. A
long hard night full of tears lay ahead of her.

***

RING!

Startled, she woke. Eyes wide, she grabbed the phone.

He didn't wait for a greeting. “A package will be delivered in
the next hour. Sign for it, then call me before you open it.”

“
Okay.” she squeaked.

Esteban hung up without another word, leaving Bianca alone with her
panic.

He's divorcing me. He's having papers delivered and he wants me to
call him so he can be sure I get them.

So he can hear me cry.

Rachel's ring tone trilled from out of Bianca's purse. She listened
to it till it stopped and waited to hear the voice mail beep.