Carol’s semiformal jumpsuit presented no problem. She ran her finger down the seam and shrugged it off, folded it neatly and set it on the table by the aquarium. She smiled at him, groped through the murky water and fished out the bridge. It was wet, but not slimy.
“This should be fun.” She sat down next to him on the cot. He stroked her gently, made no move to touch the bridge.
She stretched out on the cot, put her head in his lap, lifted her mask enough to kiss him, then lick.
He ruffled her short hair. “You don’t waste time.”
“I don’t feel like wasting time.” She urged him down. While they were shifting, making room on the narrow cot, they touched the bridge:
JACQUE CAROL
Disconcertingly “But quick so
accurate closeup quick. . . “Blurred
of his face, then picture of various
genitals super- parts of her body,
imposed “So shifting “Skin
nervous he is, hot.”
so solid.”
“I’m not nervous,” he said in a hoarse whisper.
“Of course not.” She ran a finger down his chest.
“Hair’s growing back.”
“Have to-hey!”
“Sorry, ticklish?”
“Only the navel, never could . . . that’s better.”
“I should hope.” She put his hand on her breast and touched the bridge again.
JACQUE CAROL
Her eyes closed Her face the sudden
he sees dark red curve of her hip “So
feels fingers hot, soft, so like…
bump over hard so like. . . not to
nipple pleasure think, not to think. . .”
two places His hand moving over
“Think something her breast A BEACH IN
sexy”. . . NOT BRIGHT SUN A SLENDER
THINK See her GIRL “Not to think
mind see his Maria not to think…”
hand “What not
think?”
“Don’t censor yourself,” she said softly. “She looks like me? In your mind she does.”
“Did.” He traced a line with his finger, down her ribs, waist, hard bump of her hipbone.
JACQUE CAROL
Warm wake of Sliding down hot
pleasure follows damp skin “See her
his finger belly jump” and
jumps in nervous over sand papery
reflex “O hurry O stubble down along-
hurry” over the side it stop then part
little tendon lips from bottom so
corner and down- hot so wet slide up
“There O now and find it MARIA
hurry” lips part- RUNNING UP FROM
ing wet sound THE WATER SHE SITS
breath holding ON MY BLANKET DRY-
“There O no too ING HAIR LEGS APART
hard O-here PINK MYSTERY IN
BAD BOY here!” BLONDE HALO “No
bad boy” slippery
here “Too hard?
I…”
“Here.” She let go of the bridge for a second to position his hand.
JACQUE CAROL
“Still now” she “So ready!”
thrusts against “Don’t press
him twice breath- she knows still now.”
ing once deep “I …”
anus tightening
“O.. Oh” away “How can…”
and back again
slow featherlight “?”
circling touch “Jesus!”
“. . .”
hot pulses two
“. . .”
three diminishing
“. . . Oh.”
radiate tingling
“. . . Oh, Jacque.”
“Oh, Jacque.” She rubbed her forehead against his chest, wiping off sweat. He let go of the bridge to hold her tightly.
He swallowed twice. “You don’t need much warming up, do you?”
She giggled into his chest. “It’s been over a week. Can’t touch yourself in a suit.”
“You had all day,” he said.
“Saved it.” She resumed rubbing him. “Is this all right?”
“Fine.” He glided the edge of his hand down her backbone, skin slick and cooling. “That was something.” His fingers rested lightly at the top of the crevice between her buttocks, his thumb making little circles in a lumbar dimple. “It’s different than with men.”
“Better?”
“Different.”
She stopped panting. “It wouldn’t be so fast. . . but the bridge! It’s like. . . it’s like. . . being both people. Not quite that, something like that. Exciting.”
It wasn’t like that for Jacque. “Good, good.” For Jacque, it was like being watched.
“We don’t have to hold on to the bridge with our hands,” she said. “How about this?” She rolled over so her back was toward Jacque. “Take me longer this way.” She reached over her shoulder and slipped the bridge between her back and Jacque’s chest.