Here's another free short story, written originally for Quickies: Hellcats. This story takes place long before Hellcats.
It's a pretty simple one featuring Emily and Ilyse having some hot sex and fantasizing about a potential future.
“Oh my God, you have to be kidding me!” Emily cried.
“I'm sorry, I just...just give me a minute,” John replied. Or was it James? She couldn't remember. She sighed and glanced over at Ilyse. She was standing there, looking great in her bra and panties, on the other side of the bed. She'd just finished undressing and had been prepping to climb into bed with Emily and the soldier they'd found.
Then he'd gone limp.
“I mean, really? I don't mean to be a bitch or anything but, come on, you seemed pretty into me in the bar,” Emily said. She was already naked.
“I was...I-I mean, I am. I just...I'm sorry, you're so fucking tall,” he replied.
Emily rolled her eyes and blew a limp strand of her dark hair out of her eyes. “Here, let me suck you off a bit, huh? That should work.”
“Uh, yeah...yeah, that'll be great,” he replied, but he didn't seem so sure.
This sucked. If he'd gotten stage fright, if he was psyching himself out, then no amount of dick sucking would get him hard again. Maybe she should lighten up a bit. She made herself smile, lean forward and give him a good kiss. “Don't worry handsome, we'll get you started up again, just you watch,” she said.
He smiled and nodded, though he still seemed nervous. He was a big guy, she didn't know what the hell he had to be nervous about. He was probably six four, good, strong build, pretty decent dick. And he was a marine! What was the problem? Leaning down, she took his softening cock in her grasp and licked it several times. That seemed to perk it back up a bit and then she took it into her mouth, sucking and bobbing her head rapidly. Emily wasn't really much for foreplay, for herself or her partners, but she put up with it from time to time. What she was really interested in was just some old fashioned, good, hard fucking.
Emily glanced over at Ilyse, trying to signal that the guy was at least hard now and maybe they should get on with it. Ilyse reached up and pulled off her sports bra, tossing it easily aside, then began to get out of her panties. Emily took his dick out of her mouth, began to say something sexy, then stopped as she realized he was starting to go limp again.
“Seriously?” she asked.
The marine, John or James, sighed in exasperation. “I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I just...this really normally doesn't happen to me...I should go.”
“No, it's fine-” Ilyse began, but he was already getting up.
Emily sighed and rolled over onto her back, staring at him as he began quickly gathering up his clothes and getting dressed.
“Is it really because we're so tall? I mean, really?” she asked.
“Yeah. I mean, it's just...it's kind of scary,” he admitted. “It's intimidating. I'm sorry. You aren't...you aren't ugly or anything. It's just you're scary,” he repeated.
With that, he finished getting dressed, stuffing his feet into his boots. He apologized twice more, then hurried out of the hotel room.
“Well, fucking great,” Ilyse said, finishing getting her panties off and sitting down heavily on the bed. “All that for nothing. We actually talked him into the room and...psh, nothing. Why does this keep happening?” she muttered.
“Because most guys are all talk, no fuck,” Emily replied. She shook her head. “I had a dog growing up. We took it to the park a lot and one day there was a deer in park. It chased that deer all over the place and finally cornered the thing in a gazebo. The deer knew it had nowhere to run and my dog just...stood there. Once he'd actually cornered the damned thing, he didn't have a clue as to what the fuck he was supposed to do with it. I think a lot of guys are like that when it comes to...unique women,” she said.
“This sucks,” Ilyse muttered, flopping back onto the bed next to Emily. They both laid there for a few moments in silence, naked and next to each other on the huge bed, (they had to order a room with the biggest bed available, given that they were a pair of about seven foot tall women looking for a threesome,) staring at the ceiling.
While they did, Emily thought about how she'd arrived here.
She and her crew of badass Amazonian mercs had just finished pulling a great job. They'd been hired in a pinch to rescue a small-time CEO that had been taken hostage by extremists. They were trying to ransom him back for one reason or another but the fact was they had guns and even a small-time corporation could pay her and her crew a shitload of credits that still totaled far less than the ransom would have been.
So they'd gone in like straight pros, stealth and recon and silenced weapons. Not what they normally did, given that they were trained and genetically modified for warfare, but they could still do it if the job called for it, and this one did. It was paramount the guy made it out alive and intact. And they'd done it, returned him and got a fat paycheck, with a bonus since the guy had been so damned grateful to be alive.
Now they were celebrating. They'd scattered to the solar winds and would stay that way for about two weeks, maybe three, then they'd pick a spot and reunite. Ilyse had gone with her. She was her best friend and sometimes lover and always went with her. They'd come to an island resort on some high-class beach planet and had hit the bars, looking for a guy to get into a threesome with. It should have been easy but...well, it never was. Emily thought that if she was a foot shorter, she'd be getting a lot more action, Ilyse too, because they were both extremely attractive. At least in her eyes. It was just the fact that they were both about seven feet tall.
And that apparently turned off a lot of guys.
Or intimidated them.
“I'm still horny,” Ilyse complained.
“Me too...” Emily grinned. “We did pack the strap-on, you know.”
“We did, didn't we....does that mean we've giving up on finding a guy for the night?” Ilyse asked, propping herself up on her hand.
“Yeah, I guess so. Hell with them, we'll take care of each other,” Emily replied.
Ilyse grinned at her. “I was hoping you'd say that...” She reached over and began groping one of Emily's breasts. She always did that, especially when she was drunk, and she'd had more than a few tonight. Though it really took a shitload of alcohol to get either of them seriously drunk. Ilyse leaned in and began kissing Emily, using her tongue right away. That's how she knew her friend was really horny: she normally kept the tongue in reserve for at least a minute when the making out started. This was good.
Ilyse was really good at sex when she was crazy horny.
Emily began to feel her up as well. Ilyse had a great body. Nice, firm breasts, great ass. She was a bit on the skinny side but that never bothered Emily. She herself had a bit of a bigger build, but just lately she'd been really considering getting some work done, maybe making her tits bigger and filling out her hips, ass, and thighs a bit more.
Ilyse reached down in between her legs, parting her thighs and as she began to rub Emily's clit, all other thoughts were briefly blown away. White-hot pleasure sizzled through her like a live-wire, eliciting a low, powerful groan from somewhere deep in her throat. “There's my girl,” Ilyse said, grinning into the kiss.
“You wanna grab the strap-on?” Emily replied.
“Will you eat me first? Just a bit?” Ilyse asked.
Emily knew that Ilyse knew she didn't like foreplay too much, but if she was asking then she must really want it. “Okay,” she said.
She couldn't say no to Ilyse.
Grinning broadly, Ilyse rolled over onto her back and spread her long legs. She still kept her pussy shaved. Emily appreciated it. There was something just great about shaved pussy. She laid down in between her best friend's legs and spread the lips of her taut, smooth vagina. She leaned down and began licking rapidly at Ilyse's clit, causing her to immediately start crying out in pleasure. She reached down and began running her fingers through Emily's short, dark hair.
“Oh Emily!” she cried. “Oh fuck...oh it's so good! You eat pussy so good!” she moaned.
She certainly liked hearing that. She kept working, licking at her friend's pussy for about another half-minute. Then she pulled her head back. “Okay, I want to fuck,” she said. “Sorry, but I'm just too horny,” she added.
“It's fine, you did great,” Ilyse replied, rolling over and rummaging around in her duffel-bag for the strap-on she'd packed. Emily laid on her back and spread her legs. As Ilyse rolled over, dildo in hand, she shook her head. “Uh-uh,” she said. “I want to fuck you doggystyle. I fucking love looking at your big ass.”
“Yes ma'am,” Emily replied.
She rolled over and got onto her hands and knees, presenting what Ilyse referred to as 'her big ass' and her pussy for pounding. She was extremely horny by now. She felt Ilyse shifting around behind her, then she felt her place her hands on her ass. Emily moaned as Ilyse penetrated her, working the strap-on slowly in and out of her, pushing it deeper each time until she was buried all the way inside of her and Ilyse's hips were meeting Emily's ass.
“Oh-ho-ho yes, Ilyse,” Emily moaned. “Oh fuck yes! Fuck that pussy!”
She cried out as Ilyse began filling her up, sliding the fake dick in and out of her. It began filling her with a slow, warming pleasure that radiated outwards from her pussy. Ilyse was really good at pounding pussy. Some of the guys she occasionally talked into bed were okay at pounding, but no one could do it like another Amazonian. Especially Ilyse. She had fantastic thighs and hips. Emily felt herself approaching climax.
She felt lucky, getting off was always easy for her.
“Oh fuck, Ilyse, keep going...keep going...almost...oh fuck yes!” she shrieked as she started coming.
Ilyse kept screwing her as she orgasmed, only making it feel even better. Emily panted and moaned in desperate pleasure as her orgasm flowed outwards from her core, filling her with hot pink bliss, with waves of sexual euphoria. She could feel her sex juices escaping her, coating her inner thighs. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly as the orgasm tapered off. Then she felt Ilyse pull the fake cock out of her.
“Thanks,” she said.
“Happy to help. Your turn to do me,” Ilyse replied eagerly.
Emily got up and took the strap-on from Ilyse, who laid down on her back and spread her legs wide. Emily was tempted to order her into another position, but she did really like fucking Ilyse on her back. She pulled on the fake dick and got in between Ilyse's long legs. The seven foot Amazonian let out a long, low moan as Emily slipped the dildo inside of her. “Fuck yes,” she groaned. “Ugh, this is so what I needed...”
She cried out as Emily began making love to her. Emily kissed her deeply and Ilyse kissed back, again pushing her tongue inside and twining it together with her own. Emily let her hands wander over Ilyse's body, groping her breasts and then reaching down and grabbing her ass. Ilyse grinned into the kiss and wrapped her long legs around Emily.
“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me good.”
Emily complied, pounding her harder and causing her to let out a long cry of rapture. She kept pounding Ilyse, kissing her passionately, until Ilyse had a gut-wrenching orgasm all her own. She could feel the sex juices gushing out of Ilyse, spraying her hips and thighs. She screamed and writhed in pleasure, thrusting against Emily, forcing the fake dick deeper inside of her, stimulating her even more. When she was finished, Emily pulled out of her.
For a long moment, they laid there together, breathing heavily.
“Someday,” Emily said, “I'll find us a nice, cute boy to have a threesome with. It'll be great. He won't be scared of us, he'll be happy to fuck us.”
“Mmm...” Ilyse yawned and rubbed at one eye. “You promise?”
“I promise,” Emily replied. She leaned over and kissed Ilyse, then took off the dildo and tossed it onto the floor.
“Thank you,” Ilyse murmured as Emily got the blanket out from beneath them and laid it over them both. “You're a good friend. The best I've ever had.”
Emily smiled and laid up against Ilyse. “You too.”
They began to sleep.