Wine and Chocolate

Meegan chuckled softly against, Veronica's throat. Her, long, thin, artist's fingers pushed as deeply as they could go, as her thumb pressed Veronica's clit hard against her pubic bone.


"It almost makes me sorry I don't. I do however have the next best thing in a box under my bed."

Rachyl grinned against Veronica's neck as she made her bold statement, then giggled at Meegan's comment, and her own thought. "I'll go get it, if you want, unless you want me to keep her heated while you do," she offered.

"I don't have any that are waterproof. I do have a set of beads that might work..." Meegan continued to press her thumb against Veronica's clit, moving in a slow circle, while her fingers sought a much deper place.

"God, I don't care what the hell it is, just fuck me!" Veronica nearly growled, panting heavily, as she rode Meegan's hand, her long slender fingers doing incredible things to her... and that thumb on her clit! If she hadn't alread had two amazing orgasms, she would have been lost a long time ago.

Meegan pressed her fingers as deeply as she could, before curling them up towards Veronica's navel. Her thumb pressed harder as though trying to touch her fingers through the bone that seperated them. She hunched her back a bit and took Veronica's nipple in her mouth, along with the tips of Rachyl's fingers.

Rachyl allowed her left hand to slide down the taut muscles of Veronica's belly, her fingers joining Meegan's outside the redhead's molten center. "That would require us to stop..."

"FUCK!!" Veronica's shout echoed in the tiled bathroom when Rachyl's hand joined Meegan's between her legs. She's been fighting to keep the orgasm back until she got something a little more substantial inside her, but if she didn't make them stop right then....

"Stop, then!" Veronica reached down pulled the hands away from her. She was almost shaking with imminent climax. She was breathing heavily, her lungs fighting for every molecule of oxygen. "And go get a fucking vibrator!"

Rachyl waited a second or two after Veronica's impassioned pleas... "No sense losing a perfectly good cum," she said with a wink to Meegan, then flicked the clit-ring yet again with her finger, and twisted the nipple she'd been teasing with her other hand.

Meegan grinned at Veronica as she lifted the woman by the waist, enough so that she could pull her leg from beneath her. She reached across the tub and plucked a strawberry from the basket and pressed it to Veronica's slightly opened mouth, so that it wouldn't fall when she removed her hand. She stood and stepped from the tub. As she was entereing her bedroom, the telephone rang.

Veronica sucked on the strawberry - she'd always thought they were shaped a little bit like the head of a cock - and watched with mixed disappointment and excitement as Meegan left the tub. When she was gone from the room, Veronica turned on Rachyl.

"You little bitch," she said, grinning around the strawberry in her mouth. "You better watch where you put your fingers." Reaching down, Veronica pushed two fingers roughly into Rachyl's slippery passage, followed almost immediately by a third, and her thumb pressed firmly on her clit. "Let's just see how you like it," Veronica said before taking one of the red-head's hardened nipples between her teeth.

Rachyl started at the redhead's sudden aggressiveness, then gasped as one, two, three fingers slid into her hotness, and a rough thumb pressed her button.

She panted, "But... you felt... so good..." She writhed under Veronica's triple assault, hugging the woman to her breast.

Veronica moaned against the breast in her mouth as her three plunging fingers worked inside Rachyl, each moving in different directions as her thumb circled and flicked the tight bud of her clit.

Veronica released the nipple and swallowed the strawberry. With her free hand, she grabbed another one and put it in her mouth. She grabbed the back of Rachyl's head and pressed their lips together, sharing the sweet flavor of the berry in a sensual kiss.

Meegan crossed the room quickly to the phone by the bed. 'Somebody better be dead.' She picked it up and her voice was less than polite.


"This is Meegan."

She listened for a moment, her face growing hard with anger. Suddenly her voice could be heard from the other room.

"What the hell do you mean two hundred? How in the hell are we supposed to make deadline now." Quiet for a moment, as she worked her mouth trying to get around her anger, as her chest heaved.

"Damnit, Mark! I take one fucking day off and this is what happens." Her voice lowers as she places a wet hand to her forehead. "No, I'll be there as soon as I can."

She slammed the phone into it's cradle and stood for a moment trying to slow her breathing.

Rachyl sighed into the kiss, savoring the berry bits and flavor, when she heard Meegan's near-shout. Gasping, she called, "What's ... wrong?"

Meegan walked back into the bathroom, and pulled a towell from the linen closet.

"I need to go into the office. A client called and up his order, and my sales guy approved it, with out checking with me. Since I was off for the day."

She began to dry herself with one hand, pulling a comb from a darwer with the other.

"Look you are welcome to stay here. If you want to leave before I get back, you can wear whatever you find in my closet and there are plenty of underthings in the chest I had the video camera on."

She set the towel aside and began to comb out her hair.

"I've put your things in to be sent to the cleaners, I'll get them back to you by Tuesday. If you want I'll leave the number for my cell on the kitchen counter, call me with your's and I'll let you know when I'm done and we can have dinner or go to a club."

When she's finished with her hair, she set down the comb and started for her room.

Frowning, Veronica turned back to Rachyl.

"Well... that kind of killed the mood, wouldn't you say?" The water felt cool on her skin, not the comforting sting of heat it had been before, and the glow of the candles had faded to an almost annoying darkness. Yeah, the mood had pretty much been shot in the head.

Rachyl nibbled her lip and nodded mutely for a moment. Her own soaring ecstasy shattered by the combined terrible and wonderful news (terrible because it was taking Meegan from them, and wonderful because she now knows that the company she'll be working for in a scant few days is certainly thriving), she dipped back under the water, then climbed out and grabbed a towel.

Veronica watched as Rachyl climbed out of the bath, admiring the way her skin looked when it was wet. When the woman had herself wrapped in a towel, Veronica dipped her own hair in the water and climbed out.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" Veronica asked as she dried her hair as best she could. For the most part, Veronica wanted to go home and clean her apartment like she'd been planning to do that afternoon. But if Rachyl asked her, she'd probably agree to stay. At least to get her off; poor girl had been just a couple flicks of a finger from orgasm, and then... nothing.

Rachyl shrugged as she folded the corners of the towel between her breasts. "My guess would be not-quite seven." She sighed, and handed another towel to Veronica, then took another for her hair. "Actually a pretty good idea not having a clock in the bathroom... gives you the impression of timelessness to relax during a hot bubble bath."

As she wrapped her hair in the second towel then flopped it on top of her head, she looked as if she was going to say something but instead leaned over and started blowing out the candles.

As Veronica wrapped the first towel around her body and the second around her head, she was struck again by how similar she and Rachyl seemed to be. When the first candle was puffed out, she came back to herself and walked over to flip on the light switch.

"Wow... feels like we've been here for days," she said with a smile. She bent over and blew out the few candles close to her, then went in search of Meegan's wardrobe.