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