Language: yes, I use the “F” word

Sex: Of course there is sex, the hot and nasty kind. Depictions of consenting adults participating in same sex unions and possibly light BDSM scenarios, so if you are vanilla, be warned that this is dark chocolate, both bitter and sweet.

Violence: some and shit gets blown up too!

The next morning Torrid stirred in her sleep; she opened one lazy eye seeing the sun sliced up into bars through the ancient blinds of the old motel room. She tried to move her head, but it was being held in place by Drelica’s head laying on her hair. Torrid did a quarter turn to see this sleeping angel...er...drooling mush face, and snickered to herself.

Torrid reached over and gently poked Drelica’s armpit, causing her to start and roll over onto her side. Torrid then wrapped herself around Drelica and spooned her. She sighed into Drelica’s hair, enjoying the clean smell of it and feeling the perfect fit of the petite blonde into the crooks of her body. She faded off to sleep reveling in this simple feeling.

Two Hours later...

Drelica had to pee. Damn. She was perfectly relaxed, had this warm and safe feeling. The bed was soft, the room was hazy and quiet, the strong arms that held her felt so good. Drelica’s eyes shot open...

She quickly replayed the events of last night in her head. Whew! Cuddles. Okay this is good.

Damn. I still have to pee.

She turned and looked over her shoulder at the sleeping figure who held her. Torrid in repose was a sight to behold. Wow. She thought. She’s actually cute! She suppressed a chuckle. She sighed as her bladder reminded her once more of a needed bathroom journey.

She slowly and silently unwrapped herself from her sleeping Amazon’s arms, and tip toed to the bathroom.

Torrid still sleeping pretty deeply, but aware of movement shifted in her sleep and flipped over onto her stomach, kicking the covers off her as she did. There she lay in all her naked tattooed glory. Drelica stood there agape as she entered the room again and saw Torrid had shifted. She felt her center throb. Torrid was so beautiful in a very tribal way; she was well muscled, her skin was darkened by her Native blood, and her hair was as black as a raven’s wing. Covering her back and shoulders, and her upper arms like sleeves, Torrid sported elaborate ink works. The colors of deep rich blues, reds, oranges and blacks created a fantastic realm of Goddesses, animals, tribal patterns and floral depictions which reached from the nape of her neck all the way down to the crack of her well muscled and firm ass. Drelica was both fascinated and turned on.

She is an Amazon. Drelica pondered. She wondered about Torrid, who was she? What was her life like? How could a woman be so strong and fierce looking, and yet, lay there in gentle repose looking like a sleeping child? Drelica wanted so much to touch all that painted skin, to feel it pressed against her, to feel Torrid’s heat and strength pulling her into that colored flesh; to feel herself being taken. She wanted to be kissed, to be bitten to be held tight and hard while she tasted Torrid’s mouth on hers, felt Torrid’s breasts against hers, felt Torrid’s thighs between hers, had Torrid’s scent all over her, consuming her and intoxicating her as Torrid entered her and took her hard. She closed her eyes thinking of this, seeing the writhing of bodies, hearing the sound of moans, deep breathing, gasping and cries of delightful pain. Drelica longed to feel Torrid’s teeth on her throat as she was fucked hard.
She lost herself in this fantasy as she stood there, her hands roaming over her own body, playing with her own breasts, teasing her own nipples. Sliding her own fingers into her wetness, filling herself and visualizing Torrid as she did. Moaning as she pushed herself harder and deeper into her center, whispering so softly for Torrid to fuck her, to take her. Her skin was all raised with gooseflesh, her body tensed as she neared release; standing there, in the middle of the room with her fingers inside herself, watching Torrid’s body rise and fall as she breathed deeply in her sleep, Drelica came hard and dropped to her knees.

She was panting. She was sweating. She opened her eyes. SHIT!

Torrid sat there in the bed masturbating as she watched Drelica. Drelica’s eyes widened and her face reddened, but she did not turn away. She watched as her Amazon pleasured herself. As she teased her own pierced nipples, and penetrated herself with her tattooed hands. Torrid’s head slowly dipped back as she neared her climax, and her body tensed and flexed like a statue of a goddess coming to life. She let out the slightest of strained moans and then collapsed on the bed breathing heavily. Her legs splayed themselves open and Drelica saw her wetness pouring out of her. Torrid, after a long moment, sat up in the bed, and looked at Drelica who was as white as a sheet and red as a beet stood there motionless.

The tension in the room was as thick as a block of flan. Drelica was frozen in place, paralyzed with humiliation. Torrid had seen her masturbate! Oh my God! I can’t ever talk to her again!

Torrid decided to do something about the tension. She wasn’t embarrassed at all, she thought that was the hottest thing that she’d done in a long time. She smiled at Drelica, one of her charming smiles.

“You want some breakfast, Drelica?” She asked casually.

“Uh...suuure.” Drelica answered gingerly, waiting for Torrid to further her humiliation by commenting on what just happened.

“Okay, well...go shower. I am gonna call and see if there’s any word on my bike.” Torrid said, reaching for her cigarettes and her cell phone.

Drelica showered quickly so she could get dressed and go get a room key. She just wanted to get away from Torrid long enough to collect her thoughts. She was embarrassed by what had happened, but thankful Torrid didn’t speak of it. She had never in her life masturbated in front of another woman; not even a lover.

While Torrid was in the shower she crept out to the office and secured a key to get back into her room. She found her cell phone and noticed she had six messages in her voicemail box, so she checked the messages. All of them were from Mark, something had happened at the dig site, there was an altercation with some locals and the dig had been shut down. One of the diggers was injured and David Temple was screaming for her hide. She would have to report back to the Houston Office asap.

Shit!

After Torrid dressed she noticed Drelica had gone. She assumed she had gone to her room and decided to go over. She would need a ride back to Houston, so she was going to have to ask Drelica, and hoped that the peep show this morning was an indication that she wasn’t angry at her for teasing her the night before.

As Torrid reached up to knock at Drelica’s door it swung wide open. Drelica let out a startled scream when she saw Torrid standing there.

“Jesus! You scared the crap out of me!” She said.

“Sorry--listen. I need a favor.” Torrid said, scratching her head.

“What is it? I am sorry but I have been called back to the home office and I have to leave within the hour.” Drelica said, obviously frazzled.

“Oh, shit, sorry--something wrong?” Torrid said, concerned.

“Yes, there’s a problem at the dig site, and my ass is in the grinder. What was I thinking?” She scolded herself.

“Well, I was going to ask if I could get a ride back to Houston with you...since my bike is gone, I got no way home.” Now she felt bad for asking. Crap.

“Uh--sure. Can you be ready to go in an hour?” Drelica said digging through her bag looking for something.

“I am ready to go now. Listen..can I help?” Torrid said, stilling Drelica’s figiting with a touch to her arm.

Drelica looked up and met Torrid’s gaze, she stilled her panic, and forced out a nervous smile.

“Come on, Torrid, let’s hit the road.” She said returning the touch.

Bastrop, TX in a ditch along state Highway 290...

a honda shadow lay stripped, ripped and trashed in the ditch. A carcass of a once proud machine.

The police cruiser rolls up along side the fallen shadow, and the deputy shakes his head at the waste and carnage.

“128 reporting in,” he says into his cruiser’s police radio. “I found that bike that was reported stolen last night out of the Last Chance Motel in Austin. There’s not much left.”

“Hey-hey--no...what are you doing?” Drelica asked slapping Torrid’s hand away from her cd player controls.

“I was going to find some decent music.” Torrid smirked.

“You’re a dyke, Torrid, and as a dyke, you, above all other people on the planet should know the code of the road.” Drelica said wryly.

“What fucking code?” Torrid said suspiciously.

“Don’t touch the radio!”

Torrid folded her arms across her chest and sat back pouting in the passenger seat of Drelica’s Jeep. It was going to be a long drive back to Houston, even longer listening to...yuck...Britney.

Yeah, Torrid thought to herself, I guess the universe does hate me.

Drelica laughed, “Oh Torrid, go ahead, find something else if you want..I was teasing you.”

Torrid reached for the radio tuner with the speed of light, searching for a classic rock station, or anything! After finding a classic rock station, she settled in and started to relax into the hum of the engine and the sound of Credence when her cell phone rang.

“Yeah.” She answered.

“I see. Yes. No. I suppose. Okay. Thanks.” She clicked her phone closed and turned to stare out the window suddenly very subdued.

Drelica furrowed her brow as she looked over and noticed Torrid was shaking. What the hell? She decided to pull over to see if Torrid was okay.

“Why are we stopping?” Torrid asked.

“Because you look like you’re about to be sick,” Drelica said, “Are you okay?”

“They found my bike.” Torrid said, shaking her head, “Well--they found what was left of it.”

Drelica’s heart sank. She felt so bad for Torrid. She felt like it was partially her fault for distracting Torrid last night. She let out a long breath, then touched Torrid’s arm. Torrid did not respond.

“Torrid, I am so sorry.” She whispered. “If I--” she was cut off by the ringing of her cell phone. “Crap! Excuse me, I have to take this...it’s work.”

Torrid motioned for her to go ahead, and sank back into her dead stare off into space.

“Hello?” Drelica answered, “David--Yes, he told me. What?? No, I had no idea--Well, I’m on the road now, heading back to Houston.”

Torrid cocked her head with interest, as she listened to Drelica’s conversation. Drelica was sweating, her hands were shaking. It was obviously not good news.

“Now David, that’s no fair!” She said excitedly to David Temple, the curator of the Paleo wing of the Museum. “I am following procedure! Oh---well, we’ll just see about that now won’t we? I’ll see you in the morning.” She clicked her phone off and tossed it into the back seat.

She leaned forward and rested her head on the steering wheel. Crap.
“Drelica, what’s wrong?” Torrid asked, touching her shoulder.

Drelica looked up from the steering wheel where she was resting her head.
“Oh nothing--just my world is crumbling before my eyes.” She pouted.

“Yours too, eh?” Torrid chuckled.

“Yeah,” Drelica laughed, “I guess it’s one of those days. The dig site was ransacked by vandals, and the curator of the paleo wing is out for my hide. There’s no way we could have prevented it with everyone enroute with the new specimens..at least we got them out safely, thank God!”

“Oh that sucks! Sorry babe--any idea who did it?” Torrid asked, concerned.

“Nope. Locals of some kind. Who the hell knows? There’s nothing of real dollar value in a dig site, save the equipment. The fossils are priceless only in information about earth history.”

“Well that makes no sense. There’s nothing of value there, no profit in it. Where exactly is this dig, Drelica?” Torrid asked, thinking.

“Big Bend.” Drelica shrugged. “Anyway, I gotta go put out a bunch of fucking fires now.” She huffed. “But--I am sorry about your bike, Torrid.”

“Thanks, babe. It’s cool--insurance.” Torrid said, shucking off her grief, “It’s time for a new baby anyway!” She added beaming “I still have to press charges against whoever took it.”
“Yeah,” Drelica said, sadly, knowing she was talking about Monica. They both assumed it was Monica; after all, she still had a key to Torrid’s bike. Torrid mentally kicked herself for not getting it back.

“Torrid, It’s okay. It’ll be okay.” Drelica said touching Torrid’s arm.

“I hope you’re right, babe.” Torrid said.

Drelica smiled softy. She leaned up and started the jeep again. She shook her head and turned up the radio as she put the jeep into gear and pulled back onto the highway to the sound of Born to be wild.

“See, Torrid?” Drelica chuckles, “They’re playing your song!”

The pair laughed.