Date: Thu, 9 Sep 1999 02:22:44 EDT
From: Archdyke@aol.com
Subject: Never Make Your Move Too Soon

NEVER MAKE YOUR MOVE TOO SOON
by carol marie
Copyright 1999

  It was clear that she wasn't interested in me, she never even ever gave me
the time of day when I asked, always too busy to even be polite. And it
wasn't like she was this great personality that people even raved about, the
truth was she was downright bitchy most of the time.
 I'm not sure why I sought her approval, why I ever wanted her to notice me,
but there was something about her that hooked me. Something about her that
tripped me up every time.
Sometimes I would laugh out loud at my silliness or my absurdity. It was
almost as if I was chasing an illusive dream. You know, the one where the
dashing pirate sweeps the beautiful girl off her feet and they live happily
ever after.
 My friend Jane, she thinks I'm foolish, she tells me there is plenty of tail
around town that I don't have to be chasing someone like her, but like it or
not, Im still the ever faithful puppy.
  It was a quarter to one on a Wednesday night and the bar down the street's
stereo was still blaring through the partly closed doors. Outside the
entrance, there leaning up against the wall was Sheila. She was looking the
other way when I slowly ventured nearer. Casual. I lit a cigarette wondering
what clever words would leap from my mouth. Just as I was near to her, she
stood erect and slipped into the bar before I could say hello. I knew she had
seen me, because she had quickly looked my way before disappearing inside.
Rejection is not a pretty word, especially when its directed at you, but I
kept my pride intact, took a deep breath and went into the dimly lit lounge.
  Sheila was seated at the far stool talking with Randi, the bartender. There
were 2 other dykes playing pool and 1 other womyn bent over a candle reading
a newspaper.
 I walked up to the opposite end of the bar and nodded yes when Randi asked
if I wanted my usual. I watched as she poured a glass of draught and then
filled a shot glass with Meyers Dark. Then she brought them to me and just as
I was about to shoot the rum, Sheila stood up and said, "Hey, if you buy me
one of those, I will drink it with you"
 I could not believe she was asking me to buy her a drink when for months she
had simply just ignored me. And even though I really wanted her to notice me,
I was somewhat put off when it dawned on me, she was probably more interested
in the booze, but she was coming closer to me.
I nodded to Randi to set them up and watched as Sheila slinked over and
straddled the stool next to mine.
 She took her shot glass and rimmed the edge with her tongue, just playing
with me. She of course knew I had this tremendous crush on her and now she
was going to play with me before the big slaughter.
  "Thanks for the drink, Cary," she said and the way she drew out my name,
like it was a few more syllables than the 2 was snide by all accounts.
"O sure, anytime," I said and knocked back the thick syrupy liquor. As it
burned down my esophagus, I quickly grabbed for my beer to chase it, when she
reached over and kissed my mouth, pulling away just as quickly.
Wow, that blew my mind and I became speechless. She laughed a hearty tone
that whistled its way into my core. She looked to Randi and ordered 2 more.
The song on the jukebox was Ernestine Anderson singing, "Never Make Your Move
Too Soon" How apropos. But who was making the move was the next question of
the day.
 Sheila asked me for a smoke to which I replied that they were menthol and
she said she would take one anyway. She was really something. I had
worshipped her from afar for so long and then here she was, hustling for
drinks and smokes.
 I asked her if she wanted to shoot some pool and she said "sure" and to my
surprise actually set the table up without asking me for the change. I
chuckled at that and ordered 2 more Meyers with beer backs.
 She said she would break and I figured she was gonna whip my butt anyway, so
I didn't protest. But I did ask what we were playing for. She smiled and said
that if she won, my ass was hers to do whatever she wanted with and if I won,
hers would be mine as well.
 I smiled and agreed to the challenge, wondering just what she would do with
me and then all of a sudden I got chilled thinking of the possibilities and
decided I better be playing with all I was or else.
  Upon her break she managed to sink the 2 ball in the corner and the 13 in
the side. She chose the stripes and proceeded to sink 3 more balls, one of
which was mine. I called the left corner of the 5 and it ran slow and smooth
down the rail and then followed it with a nice bank with the 3 corner to
corner. She scratched on the 8 when we had left little else on the table and
when I said that's one for me, she said no, I actually had to finish the game
out.
I didn't fight the fact that she was playing slop, because by this time, I
realized I was a better shot than she and I would actually be winning this
game. So the first one was mine, and then the 2nd and the 3rd and then she
won the 4th, 5th, 6th and then slammed me with the 7th game. I was once again
hustled. When we were through she said she would buy the drinks and I took a
seat at a table that was across the room. I noticed that the time had sailed
way past 3 am and that we and Randi were the only people left in the
establishment.
Randi sat drinking coffee doing the paperwork for the day and Sheila and I
were on the brink of a real live conversation sans sarcasm.
  " I have to tell you", I started," I have had the biggest crush on you
forever" and I laughed and shot another drink of the Meyers into the back of
my throat, knowing full well, I had blurted out my deepest secret to a womyn
who probably didn't even care.
 "I know" she said and then finished her beer. She grabbed another smoke from
me and I watched as she blew smoke rings into the air. In the one light that
hung over the pool table her hair took on a burgundy color, her long curls
falling over her shoulders. Her collarbone stood sharply out revealing a
small cleavage. She caught me looking and suddenly I blushed in the shadowed
room.
Randi looked up from her work and said she thought it was time to go. I stood
and threw my leather jacket over my shoulders and offered Sheila another one
before I took off. She took them from me, her fingers softening the
awkwardness.
"Hey, I thought your ass was mine, you aint going anywhere, but with me," she
said as she grabbed a hold of my waist and drew me to her. I was somewhat
taken aback, I hadnt realized that she would actually really want me. My ego
soared, and I turned to her and said, "Yes Ma'am."
 We told Randi thanks and escaped as she locked the door behind us. I told
Shelia that I had walked to the bar and so had no car to take us to wherever.
She said not to worry and led me across the street to a white 2 story house
with a green fence. the typical American house. She unlatched the gate and we
walked quietly through the yard. She put her fingers to her mouth to say hush
and we made our way around the house to a back door entrance. She put a key
in and opened a door. It creaked in the small hours before dawn. Once inside
she lit a candle and suddenly the room became alive with flickering light.
She turned to me and kissed my mouth. I felt as her tongue forced its way
into my mouth and explored the opening of me. She pulled away and smiled and
led me to still another room.
I smelled the newness of leather as my eyes became acclimated to the dimness,
I realized that the room itself was done in tuck-n-roll black leather.
 She lit a candle that was encased in a wall sconce and at once the room
became illuminated. I saw a trapeze in the far corner and felt nervous
wondering where I was gonna be in this room.
There were brass rings attached to the wall at varying heights and a small
massage table stood freely in the center of the room. there was a futon sofa
on the opposite wall with a sheet that had ties on it.
  I saw different whips hanging on one wall and a table that held objects of
pleasure; dildoes,harnesses, chains,clamps,candles,an ice bucket, tongs, and
oils. She sure was supplied fully, and it excited me to know that she dabbled
in many extremes.
  I turned to see what she was up to. She stood with her back to me, but I
noticed that she was naked from the waist down. I also saw she was wearing a
waist harness. I became giddy. I had always been the one who strapped. My
nervousness was becoming hotter and I think she sensed it, because she
whipped around and asked me, "What's the matter little girl?"
   "O. Daddy, I...uh...I....want to please you daddy," and I was hoping that
this was in fact the role we were going for.
  "MMMMMMMMMM" was all she said and then she just ripped my clothes from me.
It startled me and I knew right away I wasn't going to like any rape scene.
having had a taste for the real, I didn't want to go there and quickly
protested. She told me to hush, that she was in control. I started to back
away, hiding myself from her when she pushed me down onto the futon and
brought a whips strand across my shoulders. I screamed. it didn't hurt my
skin as much as my pride.
 "Sheila, Im not into this scene. I don't do rapes"
She looked at me and shook her head in disgust, and asked me "Well, what are
you into? And don't tell me Vanilla sex, Im so sick of mamby pamby lesbians
telling me that they like the soft side of sex" and with that she snarled at
me.
"Im not mamby pamby and I resent your implications. Womyn can be great lovers
without having to do rape role playing or hurting one another. I do however,
enjoy some whipping (and I notice at this point that she is awakening once
again to my charms), and I have used harnesses and wax and many other traits
of sexuality, but that because I had been raped (recently even), I just
didn't want to do that."
 She looked at me while I spoke and I think I even noticed a few tears well
up in her eyes, when she apologizes to me. "Im sorry Cary, I didn't know,"
and with that she walks away from me into another room.
O great! Now I have screwed myself as well. Here I had the womyn, albeit the
bitchy womyn, of my dreams at the point of maybe some hot sex and I say the
NO word and voila, no dream womyn. I gather my clothes up, trying to redeem
enough of something to cover me for my cab ride home when she comes back into
the room carrying a blanket. She throws it over my shoulders and says she
will take me home.
 I follow her through the house and hear the sudden sounds of a phone
ringing, she excused herself and I figured it must have been someone else
making plans to be with her.
When she returns she is dressed in a short waisted sweater and some black
spandex pants. Damn! She had the finest body I had ever seen, and now she was
driving me home. I felt myself tearing up inside.
 The clock on the wall read 5 am and I wondered where the night had fallen
away to. We walked down some stairs that led to a little garage and she
opened the garage door and the early light of dawn came creeping into the
place. Her car was a powder blue 1965 Galaxie, convertible. Cush ride for a
cush ride.....
She opened my car door for me in an act of tenderness and even waited for me
to sit before closing the door. I pulled the blanket up all around my knees
and drew it in close to my chest. Once she was inside, she leaned over across
the console and placed a kiss upon my forehead.
  We drove in silence towards the beach. She hadn't asked where I lived, but
I supposed that we were just going for a drive to clear our heads. After all
it had been an intense night.
  When we reached Lands End, she parked and came around and opened my door
for me and gestured for me to follow her. I looked around and saw no one, so
I followed her, the blanket still clinging to my nakedness.
 We walked down the narrow path and came to little sanded moguls, where often
sunbathers laid in the center of these dunes for a bit of private beaching.
She chose one and took the blanket from me and laid it down in the sand.
The sun was breaking free across the eastern sky, creating a bright orange
ball of fire. The Golden Gate Bridge loomed in the distance. I shivered in
the newly formed day, anticipating her next move.
 She removed her clothing and I saw a large penis attached to her harness,
wondering why I had missed it earlier when we were seated in the car.
  She brought me to my knees, kissing me as we went down together. Her lips
were soft as they brushed mine and I felt myself growling, and growing hotter
in my lust for her. She took my arms and brought them down to the sand. I now
knelt with my head near my hands and my ass in the air. She stood up behind
me, with her hands on my hips, holding me.
 "Now baby, I want you to relax, I want to show you something," she said as
she eased the head of the dildo slightly into my scented path. I felt myself
tensing, not able to control the nervousness I now felt.
 Her hands came up under me, pulling my waist up and brought some of the
blanket under me to hoist me. I felt the morning breezes brush through my fur
and her fingers playing with my labia made me feel so exquisite in the new
day.
"You know Cary, I have wanted you for a long time now, just couldn't bring
myself to tell you, and I never knew what you wanted"
Oh, I wasn't even sure what I wanted at that moment, but there I was, open
and ready for her to take me. I felt my knees spread more, eager for her to
start her descent. Slowly, inch by inch, I felt as she guided her toy deep
into me, her fingers still playing with the wetted labia. And then she pushed
a little harder into me, I felt as the head pushed through, like I had a
hymen all over again and then the shaft as it filled me up. She eased it out
of me just slightly and then pushed it back into me. I felt as her thighs
moved up against my legs with each continuing thrust. I felt her lips on my
back as she drove into me and I pulsed to meet her every move. She quickened
her pace and together we rode hard in the moguls at Lands End.
 As I neared my orgasm, I pushed her from me and quickly had her lay down,
with her legs up over my shoulders. She glistened in the new day, sweet
liquid that oozed from her. I brought my tongue down wide across her clit. It
twitched and I heard her moan. Then another flick up the other side and then
down the other. Again she moaned and I felt as my chin became soaked in her
beauty. I dove my tongue into her and fucked her, riding her again into
another loud screaming, wake the day kind of orgasm. My own body shaking from
the way I poured. Then collapsing into each others arms, the wet blanket now
thrown aside from us. We slept.
 When we awakened, the beach was filling up with gay men and I reddened
knowing that they had seen us, yet pride hung itself nearby, basking in the
glow of our lovemaking. She gave me her sweater, she said she would wear her
sports bra. She handed me my shorts having scavenged them from the house
before we left.
She had the most beautiful smile. i never quite noticed it before, before
this brand new day.....carol marie

Copyright 1999