Serendipity By Rocky
CHAPTER 8
Rory looked into the sparkling green eyes and beamed. "Of course they lock." Her voice dropped a pitch as a soft pair of lips moved up her throat and tickled at the back of her ear. "Go get comfortable, this won't take a second."
Ten minutes later, Rory was still fighting with the stubborn latch at the base of the thick oaken door. She had broken a nail and was now using a letter opener to pry at the stiff piece of brass that for some reason refused to budge. A string of blue was being muttered furiously at the frozen lock.
Judiciously, Amy decided it was better to watch and wait from across the room.
The tall woman stood and glared at the insignificant bit of machinery that looked too much like a tongue sticking out at her. It should just flip down and pop the bolt into place. Instead it stuck out at half-mast, taunting her. The door was in it's own inanimate way was flipping her the bird. "God Damn expensive useless piece of SHIT!" She roared and swung her leg in a full round house kick. The door shuddered… and then a half a second later the mechanism went 'Click' and the bolt fell into place with a little 'schnick!'
Rory looked at the door in mild surprise. She closed the other door making sure that the knob lock was secure. "Now where were we?" She asked grinning as she turned to the young blonde sitting on the couch at the far side of the office.
Amy was unbuttoning the last button on her blouse. She let it slide down over her shoulders and did a little pose, thrusting her breasts out provocatively. "See anything that you like?"
The rumble in Rory's belly rolled up like thunder in a deep feline purr. She sucked in air through her teeth and blew it out in a slow wolf whistle. "Oh Honey… I most definitely like!"
Her eyes were glued to the couch as she watched the seductive strip tease. Firm round flesh was revealed as each piece of clothing slipped to the floor. Amy reclined on the couch and tucked one arm behind her head, the other she extended in Rory's direction. "What are you doing still way over there?" She asked crooking a finger.
With a feral glint in her eye Rory moved toward her gorgeous naked lover… and crumpled onto to the floor in a ball. "Shit… Fuck… Oww!" She cried, clutching on to one foot.
"Baby what happened?" Amy rushed across the room to the fallen woman.
Tears of pain rolled down Rory's face. "I… I… I think I broke my foot when I kicked the door." She managed to say through clenched teeth. The pain was excruciating; her whole leg seemed to throb in agony, every heartbeat in sympathy to the white-hot anger of her damaged foot.
Amy eased the lanky frame of the injured woman into a prone position. Gingerly she unzipped Rory's boot and carefully slid it off. Rolling away the stocking, it was evident from the rapid swelling and the purpling color that the tall woman had indeed broken something in her foot.
"Oh Baby I'm sorry!" Amy ran and fetched a cushion from the couch and put it under the injured foot. "Just relax and I'll call an ambulance."
Rory looked up, the sight of a beautiful naked woman hovering over her foot, and her own foolishness caused her to laugh spite of the pain. "No honey, it's okay, don't call an ambulance." Hysterical giggles over took her whole frame. "Ow ow ow!" She choked, and continued to laugh. "Get me to the car and we'll drive to the hospital."
The small woman glanced up with a worried smile. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, get me a steno chair and you can roll me out to the elevator."
"Okay, where are the keys to the car?"
Rory wiped the tears from her face and leaned back on her elbows. "They're in my jacket." She waited while Amy jumped up and returned with the jacket and a rolling chair. "Um… Honey…"
The small woman bent to help Rory into the chair, trying not to jar the sore foot. "What?" She asked setting Rory's boot in her lap.
"You better put your clothes back on."
Biting her lip and blushing the Blonde hurried back over to her discarded clothing and hastily got dressed.
Every little crease in the carpet felt like a speed bump as the office chair passed over it. Rory had her fingers wrapped around the arms of the rolling chair in a white knuckled grip. She kept her eyes closed tightly and her chin pressed into her chest, riding out the pain that surged up from her left foot. The movement of the chair stopped allowing a moment to breathe, to suck in air with a little sob. She opened her eyes to see Amy impatiently stabbing at the down button of the elevator.
Amy looked back at her lover. Rory's jaw was tight and she was inhaling deep breaths through flared nostrils. She crouched beside the chair and reached up to wipe the sweaty bangs from the dark woman's eyes. "You hanging in there Baby?" She asked, her voice hardly going over a whisper.
Blue eyes that were awash with pain tears looked back. "Yeah, but I wish we could get intimate just once; without breaking something or one of us winding up in the emergency room." She forced a smile and an ironic laugh.
The elevator doors slid open. Amy pulled the chair through as gently as she could, but the last caster on the chair caught on the door track.
The doors slid closed… right on Rory's broken foot.
…Naturally she screamed.
Robert came flying around the corner at a dead run in time to see a sobbing Rory roll backward into the elevator and hear Amy's voice say, "…Oh God! I'm so sorry Baby!" The doors closed leaving the young man staring at the elevator for long moments.
Curiosity got the better of him and he retreated to the marketing manager's office. The lights were still on in the outer office and the door to Rory's private office was half locked. Peeking inside he noticed the cushion on the floor and that the chair was missing from behind the desk. Puzzled he walked over to the cushion and went to replace it on the couch. His eyes grew wide when he discovered a sock poking up from between one of the other cushions. He moved this cushion to discover another sock. Full investigation of the large piece of furniture revealed a woman's undergarment hidden there as well. He chuckled to himself and replaced the cushions and discretely tucked the items into the bottom drawer of the desk before turning out the lights and returning to his office.
"You're very lucky Mrs. Winters. You have broken three small bones in your foot but fortunately for you they are all still in alignment." The doctor held up the X-ray pointing out three dark lines in the eerie photo of Rory's foot. "Now that we have the swelling down, we'll send you over to the cast room and then you can be released."
An hour later Rory sat waiting at the entrance to the ER for Amy to bring the car around. She glowered at the shiny new fiberglass cast that encased her lower left leg and foot. Despite the painkillers her foot still hurt and now to her discomfort she realized that all the coffee she'd had at the meeting was coming back to haunt her. 'Damned if I'm going back in there!' She thought to herself grumpily. Straining forward in the wheel chair, she looked out into the parking lot. 'Where the hell was Amy with the car?'
The sedan pulled up to the curb and Amy hopped out running around to open the passenger door. "About damned time!" Rory grumbled under her breath.
The young blonde chose to ignore Rory's petulance and guided her into the passenger seat. When she reached over to fasten her seat belt Rory grabbed it away and snapped. "I'll get it! Let's just get going."
After Amy took the second wrong turn back to the apartment, Rory was now sore, frustrated and ANGRY. "No! No! I said north on Becker. NOT south!" Leaning back she fidgeted in her seat trying to ease the pressure on her bladder, this caused her to shift her sore foot. "Damn it Amy, quick, get in the other lane or you won't be able to pull into the parkade entrance."
"I will, I'm waiting for an opening in traffic." Amy replied patiently, craning her neck to look down the line of traffic beside her.
Rory took a deep breath trying to be calm, and silently said a prayer to which ever god that would listen, to keep her from killing her innocent young lover. "Amy this is city traffic, you can't wait for an opening -- you have to make one." She spoke slowly as if addressing a child.
Whether the prayer was answered or Amy suddenly acquired a more aggressive driving style, they slipped into the other lane and finally pulled into the parkade of Rory's building.
They had hardly rolled to a stop in the stall and Rory had her door open and was fishing in the back seat for her crutches. She was out of the car and gimping her way to the elevators with her cut away pant leg flapping, before Amy had a chance to lock the car doors.
If the tall woman had two good feet she would have been hopping back and forth, as it was she biting her lips and squeezing the hand holds on the crutches 'til her knuckles popped.
"Hey where's the fire?" Amy asked coming up behind her carrying their bags, Rory's jacket and her left shoe.
Rory closed her eyes trying to think of arid desserts, wishing in vain that she could cross her legs. "If there is a fire I'll be able to put it out any second now." A shiver that started at her knees and ran up her body burst from her lips in a small moan. "Come on! Come on!" She said to the elevator.
"Why didn't you say something? We could have…"
Rory silenced her with a glare. Thankfully the doors slid open.
'Ah sweet bliss!' Rory leaned back and studied the washroom ceiling in distracted relief. Two seconds longer and she would have never made it! Now that the panic was over, Rory's sense of humor returned. She allowed herself a nervous little laugh at her own prideful stupidity. As she reviewed the ride to her building, she realized what a jerk she had been. It was then that she noticed the empty roll in the dispenser. "Umm… Honey?" She called in a small voice.
A curly blonde head peeked around the doorframe. "Yes? Oh crabby one?" Amy asked in a tone that was both angry and playful at the same time.
"Bitchy one would be a better term." Apologetic, the dark haired woman looked up. "Sorry I guess I deserved that… could you please?…" She indicated the empty roll with her thumb.
Leaning into the jamb Amy hung her head and giggled. "Sure. Where?"
"In the cupboard under the sink in the master bath."
Rory could hear her lover's musical laugh as she went in search of a roll of tissue.
The soft cloth made moved in gentle circles across Rory's wide shoulders. She had her eyes closed and her chin rested on her chest while the bubbles popped with quiet little snaps around her body. Her long frame was finally relaxed, as relaxed as it could get with her left leg hanging out over the edge of the tub. Sighing happily she reached back and captured Amy's head with her hand and pulled her in for a sloppy kiss. "Careful not to get those stitches wet." She said smiling up into a pair of green sparkling eyes.
"Nice and dry… See." Amy held up her injured hand for inspection. "We're quite the pair, aren't we?" She took the opportunity, now that Rory had leaned back, to run the cloth lazily over her lover's breasts where they peeked up over the bubbles.
"Mmm… Now I remember why I kicked the door." Rory scooped up a handful of bubbles and blew them into the air. "I was being seduced by this beautiful blonde in my office."
"Is that so?" The warm cloth caressed Rory's skin in loose swirling circles. "Do you always respond to a seduction by kicking something?" Amy asked, playfully allowing the circling cloth to dip lower into the water.
"Hardly ever…" Rory's breath caught in her throat as she felt the cloth slide over her sex and along her inner thigh. "I think I want to get out now." She announced. "Either that or you are going to have to get in, and I don' t think there's room for you, me and this damn cast."
"I'll help you out of there in a minute. At the moment I'm busy." The petite woman teased as she pulled Rory's other leg free of the water forcing the larger woman to grasp the sides of tub to keep from sliding in. "I said I was giving you a bath and this is last part left." She proceeded to lovingly wash the remaining shapely leg.
Getting a woman who was nearly six-foot out the tub, was nearly as daunting as helping her to get in. By the time Amy got the tall slippery woman out, she was nearly drenched from head to foot. "Next time, I think we'd better drain the tub first." She plucked at the soaked front of her blouse.
Ignoring the condition of Amy's clothing, Rory wrapped the girl in a hug, and then reached up from her seat on the edge of the tub and began undoing the bottom buttons of the damp blouse. She placed a wet kiss on the exposed skin.
"Careful! Or we'll both wind up back in the tub." Amy giggled, falling back when a questing tongue found a home in her navel.
Despite crutches, the wet floor and a furious game of "Slap and Tickle" the trek into the bedroom was managed without incident. That is if you don't count the fact that Amy's blouse gave its life in the pursuit of happiness.
Rory found herself flat on her back with a hot little blonde busily using her lips to do a topography scan of her body. As warm soft lips traversed freely over her breasts, Rory could only close her eyes and run her hands up and down the silky skin of her lover's back. Her hands came in contact with damp cloth. "Honey?…"
"Mmmph?" Amy evidently hadn't heard that one shouldn't try to talk with their mouth full.
"Aren't you a little over dressed for this particular event?" Rory poked a thumb into a belt loop and gave a little tug.
"In a minute. I've been dreaming about this all day." Amy said between wet kisses, as she moved from one nipple to the other. She'd had Rory all to herself for most of the week and now discovered that she didn't like sharing. Her hands ran all over the tall woman's naked wet skin, feeling, stroking and touching, getting to know all over again the body that she had been deprived of for the better part of the day. "I'm addicted to you and I need my fix!" She stretched upwards to catch her lover's lips in a full hungry kiss.
The phone in the next room began to ring. Both women broke from the kiss to look at doorway like an intruder was standing there. "That will be Robert. …I'm sorry Honey, but I had better answer it."
"NO!" Amy tightened the embrace, trying to lose herself in the sweet taste in the curve of a shoulder. The phone rang again.
"Please… Mmm… get the phone and after… Aaah… after I talk to him… Mmm… I'll turn it off." Rory was almost changing her mind about answering the phone by this point as moist lips moved up the side of her throat. The phone rang a third time, irritating and persistent like a whining child.
Amy sat back suddenly, straddling the tall woman's hips. "Promise?" She asked in a tone that suggested there would be hell to pay for a wrong answer.
"Yes. I'll see what he wants and then you can pull the wire out of the wall if you want." This answer seemed acceptable to Amy and she hopped off the bed and ran to the other room just as the phone began it's fourth ring.
"Hello?" Rory could hear Amy's voice coming from the other room. "Oh yes, hi Robert… Yes, she's been expecting your call. Let me see if I can find her." Amy said, grinning as she came back into the room, taking the opportunity to steal one more kiss before handing her the phone.
"Hi Rory, is every thing all right?" Robert's concern was evident in his voice. "I'm really curious why I found your office chair down in the lobby."
"No big mystery Robert, I had a clumsy accident and broke my foot." Rory closed her eyes, trying to concentrate as fingertips were making little teasing circles on her abdomen.
"You what?!"
"I said… I broke my foot." Rory clipped her words with economy. "I needed the chair to get to the car." It was a valiant effort considering Amy had decided to run her tongue up the inside of her left arm, stopping along the way to nibble at her wrist and the inside of her elbow.
"Oh…" There was a pause at the other end of the line. "…Anyway, I put your chair back and tidied up your office."
Rory gritted her teeth to keep from moaning. Amy had reached her shoulder and was working her way back down the other arm. "Thanks Robert. Any luck with the trace?"
"Nada, zip, zilch, nodding…"
"Robert, GO Home! Get a fresh start on Monday… Bye." Rory cut the PA off abruptly and turned off the phone. She drew in a deep breath through her nose and pitched it over the side of the bed, allowing Amy to finish her other arm. Drawing the small woman back up into her arms for a long searching kiss, she slid her hands between them and began undoing the button on her slacks. "OFF… NOW!"
Amy stopped sucking on Rory's top lip and gave her a quick little kiss on the end of her nose. With a wink she bounced off of the bed and worked at shucking the damp clothing.
Watching in anticipation as the waistband fell down around the blonde woman's knees, Rory frowned. "Honey?" She asked, not really wanting to know the answer. "Where is your underwear?!"
Amy giggled, "It's probably still on the couch in your office, I was in a bit of a rush… Why?" She kicked the garment free and crawled back up the long body, planting dry little kisses along the way.
"E-Gods!" The tall woman dropped one hand over her mouth. "Robert just told me that he tidied up my office…"
A pair of deep green eyes went wide. "Oh no! …We are 'so' busted if he found them." Amy dropped her head onto the warm chest in front of her. "Do you want to go back up there and check?"
Long dexterous hands danced down Amy's ribs, riding softly over the small of her back and onto a firm round bottom, "No… Ram, Lamb… I just don't care any more. The fact that I love you shouldn't be a secret."
Amy's heart soared. That her lover would take such a risk that could affect her career, her whole life, spoke volumes. She slipped one thigh in between Rory's legs and started moving against her in a slow steady rhythm. "Baby, it's no secret I love you too." She whispered and sprinkled baby kisses behind her ear breathing in the strong scent of herbal shampoo in the still slightly damp hair.
Rational thought was chased away by a myriad of physical sensations. The heat of skin moving over skin. The electric pulse of breasts pressed together. Endorphins generated by the powerful combination of love and sexual arousal exploded through the pleasure centers of the brain. Each woman adjusted their position so that thigh met sex, and sex met thigh, unhurried and luxurious, creating passion in slow grinding strokes.
Rory's whole focus narrowed to the union of her body and soul with the compact body that rose and fell against her. She could feel their sweat mingling and rolling down her sides. Her large hands kneading and clasping the muscles of her love's posterior, pulling her closer and pressing up with her hips. Between pants and gasps and long, trailing moans, she kissed and nibbled everything she could reach.
The springs of the bed sang their own miniature symphony in a multitude of squeaks, and the headboard thumped out a steady beat against the wall. Groans and shouts of "I love you" echoed off of the walls as the tempo built to a fever pitch.
Every one of Amy's muscles bunched up tight as she could feel the crest of giant wave that was about crash down around her. Her knees and toes dug into the sheets. Her hands clasped her lover's shoulders in a death grip, preparing for a mighty clash of heat and light.
They rose and fell past the brink, shuddering together in a massive climax. Long moments were spent simply holding each other as the explosions erupted over and over finally slowing to quiet little bursts of pleasure.
"That was…" Amy said quietly. She put her fingers up to Rory's brow and brushed away the hair was caught in the perspiration.
"Wow." Rory whispered coming up for air.
"Yeah, that was …Wow!" Amy agreed.
Too exhausted to move, they simply lay there basking in the afterglow of the intense experience. They cuddled together, trading sweet little kisses and murmurs of meaningless nothings, until sleep came in on tiny feet and carried them away.
(c) 1999 S. Day