Steamy Sisters (Steamy Springs) Page 9

  Emily liked the fact that he was different, but she sometimes wondered if his background wasn’t a little bit too weird even for her. Her own upbringing had been the opposite. It had been casual and easy-going, but she’d been part of a close-knit family, with parents who were devoted to one another. She was one of four sisters, and was a twin herself. She loved her twin sister Melissa, but hadn’t seen much of her in the last few years since they’d both moved to different cities to go to college. They talked regularly on the phone, and Emily would often tell her about guys she was seeing, but she’d never told her about any of the girls she’d fallen for. Her small-town Colorado background still influencing her thoughts, no matter how liberal she thought herself to be. She wondered if Melissa had ever loved a girl. She couldn’t imagine so, but who knew? She also wondered whether the fact that she had a twin sister was the reason she felt such a particular closeness to other girls. Did spending nine months in the womb, and being connected to another girl so closely make her predisposed to liking women? Did she yearn to re-create the intimacy of the womb in her adult bed. It was intriguing. And very confusing. She often wished she could make up her mind between men and women. But for now, she’d just enjoy herself. She was only twenty-five. She’d settle down in good time.

  Her and Katarina had only known each other for two months. She’d put an advert in the local newspaper for someone to help her out during the exhibition, after her other assistant had left to go travelling in Asia. At best, she’d thought she might get an efficient, prompt, good little worker to help her out. She hadn’t dreamt that she’d find anyone as, intelligent and talented as Katarina. She was two years older than her, and from a wealthy family in Southern Germany. She’d studied art in Munich and Paris, and art history in London. How she’s ended up in Steamy Springs, Emily wasn’t quite sure. It seemed she’d originally moved to New York, but had then decided to see some of America, and had travelled westwards, settling for a while in the Rockies, where the snow-capped peaks and wooden ski lodges had reminded her somewhat of home, and she’d decided to stay. Whatever. It didn’t matter. Emily had been glad to meet her, she was perfect for the Gallery. And she was, of course, beautiful - in a very Germanic way. Slim and tall with blonde hair. A naturally, northern European skin, but which tanned well and evenly to a lovely golden colour. She was athletic, but not big or muscular, just trim and toned and, like many German girls, she had no embarrassment in her nakedness, happily stripping off to lie under the hot summer sun. Her temperament replicated her anatomy, a cool, somewhat distant, demeanour that rapidly lost its frosty aspect once exposed to the warm beams of admiration.

  Emily had fallen for her straightaway. She was sophisticated and strikingly pretty. Her hair cut sharply in an asymmetric bob. Her make-up minimal. Her complexion flawless. Her blue eyes intelligent and keen, and backed up by a resume´ that seemed almost too good to be true. European art colleges. New York galleries. At ease amongst the wealthy clientele, she was a natural. She knew she wanted to be with her. She also knew that they would eventually part. All the more reason to enjoy it whilst it lasted.

  Emily took a napkin and wiped the juice from around Katarina’s mouth. She took the lap-tray and carried the empty cups and dishes back downstairs. When she returned, Katarina had quickly showered and dressed. She wore a light blue, summer dress that complemented her eyes, and its simple design both covered her elegantly, yet left nothing to the imagination. Her golden-brown limbs set-off perfectly.

  Emily got ready herself, and looked no less beautiful. They were a great looking couple. Even the most extreme homophobe would forgive them their nature. They looked too cute to dislike.

  They got in the SUV and drove the ten minutes to the Gallery.

  “So when did Jake decide to come?”asked Katarina.

  “He phoned when you were in the shower,” replied Emily. “I hope you don’t mind.”

  “Of course not. I was planning on going out tonight anyway. I’ll stay at my place for the weekend. You two lovebirds can be alone.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. I told you before. I’m cool with it. I like guys as well, remember.”

  “I know. But, you know… you’re a girl. Sometimes I worry you’ll be fragile about this type of thing. Guys don’t seem to worry so much. At least, Jake doesn’t.”

  Katarina laughed. “Jake doesn’t worry about anything. He’s the definition of liberal.”

  Emily nodded. “It’s still okay for you to come around though. The three of us can go out together.”

  “Maybe,” said Katarina. “I’ll see.”

  Emily parked the SUV across the road from the mall, and they both crossed the road. Emily headed to the Gallery to open up, and Katarina went to buy coffees.

  As she left the main strip and turned into the little passageway that led to the mall, she noticed a car pulled up on the side of the street. The driver was standing on the sidewalk next to it, one arm leaning on its roof, the other lifting a cigarette back up to his mouth. He was dressed in black, with sunglasses. He was the same guy she’d seen in the Gallery yesterday.

  She took out her keys, activated the security grille release system, opened the Gallery and turned off the external alarm.

  She switched the lights and air conditioning on, and picked up the mail from the box.

  She went to her office and played her voicemail messages. There was one from Jack Keate inviting her and Katarina to his lodge in Snowmass this weekend.

  She smiled, and tried to think of an excuse. But she couldn’t. Jake was coming, but she doubted Keate or Katarina would allow her to use that as a reason not to. Maybe they should go. Jake would probably enjoy it. He was the sociable type, and enjoyed meeting new people, especially if they were famous. She was always amused by that. Despite his apparently cool, laid back persona, he was as excited at meeting a celebrity as a fourteen year old Valley Girl. It was quite endearing really. Although, he always claimed that it was just business. Networking. After all, one of them might buy one of his paintings.

  She returned to the Gallery floor, did some general tidying up, and sat back in the chair to survey her little kingdom. All in all, she’d done quite well for herself. She’d always been arty, but she knew she wasn’t really good enough, or maybe didn’t really have enough commitment to the bohemian lifestyle, to be a big success in the modern art world. She was a rich girl from Colorado, and the idea of maybe moving to New York and living in a loft, being part of the whole art scene, didn’t really appeal to her. San Francisco had been great, but she always knew she’d return to Steamy Springs. There was something about the safe, welcoming embrace of the mountains that she could never get out of her system.

  She still painted regularly, and, technically, she was good. But she figured you had to be more than plain good to make it as an artist. You had to have some quality that set you apart. She guessed she didn’t have it, but she thought Jake might. That’s why she had decided to become a gallery owner and dealer instead. She wanted art to be part of her life, but she didn’t want to sacrifice her whole life to it. One day she wanted to get married and have children, and that sometimes seemed incompatible with being a successful modern artist. There always seemed to be a price to pay. Too often it seemed to be failed relationships and childlessness.

  Gallery ownership was a different matter, though. And the more she threw herself into it the more she enjoyed it, and was convinced she had made the right decision. She was still part of the art world, and almost every day she met young artists, like Nic Cabrini, the brilliant sculptor, who lived just outside of town, as well as older, established ones. It was exciting to discuss art, and help them further their careers. She liked applying her skills to business - it was in her blood - and was excited by the wheeling and dealing of the art world.

  Setting up had been straightforward. Her father, who owned most of the town, had given her an empty unit at the mall; her sister Katherine’s architect husband, Richard, had design
ed the interior for her; and her own knowledge and innate business sense had helped her do the rest. It had been hard work, but great fun. She was determined to make a success of it. And Steamy Springs was an ideal place. It was one of the most exclusive resorts in the Rockies. Busy all year round, and full of people who had money to burn.

  She switched on the iMac and looked at the news sites. See if anything interesting was happening in the world. Just the usual. Nothing much. She was trying to avoid the news. It usually made her feel a little down. Sapped her energy. Most of the time it wasn’t even news. Just the views of right-wing opinion formers and columnists, almost frothing at the mouth with bile and hate. When did America become so extreme? Or maybe it hadn’t. The ordinary people were the same. It was the politics that had gone crazy.

  She phoned Jake and spent the next half an hour happily chatting with him. She broached the subject of them heading up to Snowmass on Saturday to meet Jack Keate, and once he’d found out he was an art collector, he was amazingly amenable to the idea. That was the weekend sorted, then.

  Katarina, finally arrive with the coffees, and placed them down on the reception desk with a sigh.

  “They must have been real busy,” said Emily.

  “They were,” said Katarina. “And I met someone I know on the way back.”

  “Anyway, I’ve arranged for us to go to Snowmass on Saturday.”

  “To see Jack Keate?”

  “That’s right.”

  “What about Jake?”

  “Jake’s coming with us.”

  “Is that wise?”

  “Don’t worry. Jack and Jake will get along just fine,” said Emily. “He’s arriving tomorrow, so I’ll probably take the day off work. Can you look after the Gallery for the day?”

  “No problem. You enjoy yourself. Everything will be fine.”

  Emily smiled and went back to her office to catch up on some paper work that needed doing. If she left it until after the weekend she’d never summon up the energy to do it. Weekends with Jake usually left her physically exhausted. No-one liked to fuck as vigorously as him.

  As Emily closed the office door behind her, Katarina picked up the phone and dialled the usual number. She had things to discuss.

  Chapter Four

  Jake arrived on the doorstep at three o’clock in the afternoon. Emily waved goodbye to the cab driver, and then ushered him into the house. He put his bags down on the floor and they embraced.

  Jake kissed Emily’s lips and nuzzled her neck, running his hands over her hips and bottom, pulling her closer to him.

  “I’ve missed you,” he said, in between kisses. “I have missed you so damn much.”

  “I’ve missed you too, honey?”

  “I’ve been thinking about you all the way over here on the plane,” he said. “Let’s go to bed.”

  “Someone’s horny.”

  “Mega horny. And even more so now that I saw you. You are so damn gorgeous.”

  “You’re not looking too bad yourself. A little pale, maybe.”

  “I’ve been inside for nearly a month working on my paintings.”

  “It kind of suits you though. Sort of the sexy vampire look.”

  “I’m not that pale.”

  “Not quite,” said Emily, pushing his longish hair away from his face. “Come on. Let’s go upstairs.” She led him by the hand to the bedroom.

  Jake took off her top and unbuttoned her jeans.

  She stepped out of them, and kicked them to one side. She was wearing nothing except a blue bra and panties set, and a smile.

  Jake tore at his own clothes, throwing them onto a chair, in no mood for time wasting. Forget about foreplay, he just wanted to fuck.

  He removed his shorts to reveal his already swollen cock. Bolt upright, hard as wood, and standing to attention like a little Marine, he pushed it against the front of her panties, and slipped his hands down the back of them. They were a confection of silk and lace which excited the hell out of him, but even they didn’t feel as silky smooth and wonderful as Emily’s skin. He caressed her butt and fleetingly and teasingly pushed his fingers further down through the back of her legs and onto the outer lips of her pussy.

  Emily shuddered with excitement and pulled herself closer to him. One hand on his back, the other stroking the slight growth of beard on his face.

  They kissed again. This time more passionately. Their tongues tasting each other, lips luscious and moist, inhaling the warmth of each other’s breath.

  They closed their eyes and gave into the pleasure, And relief. Relief that they were finally together again after what had seemed like ages apart.

  Jake lifted her up, supporting her by her butt. Her fingers interlaced behind his neck, holding on, as he carried her to the bed.

  He put her down gently and climbed on top, sitting astride her. He expertly undid her bra strap with one easy flick of his wrist, and unleashed her beautiful breasts. God, he loved her tits. He loved all of her, in fact. Tits, ass, pussy, face, legs, hair, hips, arms, hands, feet, every goddamn inch of her. Not just her looks either. Taste, smell, feel, voice, heart, mind, soul, spirit, personality, essence, quintessence, whatever, you name it. Every damn thing about her. He looked lovingly and lustfully into her eyes, took a deep breath, and vowed he’d give her the fuck of the century. It was no less than she deserved. She was the woman he loved.

  He gently bit her nipple, and massaged her breast with his hand. It tasted good. His other hand crept down her body and between her legs. He stroked the tender skin of her labia, slowly opening her up, encouraging her juices to start flowing. Making her wet.

  He pushed two fingers inside of her, exploring her warm, tight pussy. She felt wonderful inside, and he marvelled as her muscles contracted and held his fingers even more tightly. She’d become quite sporty again since returning to Steamy Springs, and that was obviously having a great effect on her pelvic muscles. She had total control, and with a twitch of one she could probably take the top off of a bottle of beer if he put it in there. He grew harder as he imagined what it was going to be like to have his cock gripped by those.

  He ran his fingers along the wall of her pussy, in and out, in and out, slowly at first, and then faster. More urgently. With each stroke, his thumb brushed back and forth over her clit, leaving her shuddering with pleasure.

  Emily’s breathing was now more rapid, her muscles were tensed, but at the same time she felt utterly relaxed. She loved it when Jake fingered her, but now she needed more. She needed his cock inside her. She lifted herself up and rested on her elbows, twisting her body sideways so as to indicate to Jake that he should lie on his back. She wanted to be on top. He understood the silent instruction, and let her take control.

  She looked down at Jake’s toned body. Not bad for an artist. But he was often out surfing and swimming in the ocean. His cock was hard and proud, and she ran her hand along its shaft. It was almost hot to the touch, all revved up and ready for action. She squeezed his balls playfully, gently rolling them in the palm of her hand, careful not to hurt him, knowing how sensitive he was down there. She lowered her head and took them in her mouth, tenderly sucking and kissing them.

  Jake groaned and took a deep breath. He was going to have to calm down, or it would all be over before the main event. He could feel the cum rising in his cock, and he tensed his muscles down there to stop himself from exploding. It was like a volcano. Once the magma chamber had reached the crucial pressure point, nothing on this earth was going to stop it from blowing. He guided Emily away from his balls, and led her to his cock.

  She took hold of it with her hand and put it into her mouth. Moving it in and out, pushing and pulling his foreskin backwards and forwards over its juicy head. She was glad Jake was uncut. She preferred it. It looked better, and his foreskin kept the head smooth and moist. He was lucky, his parents had decided it was best for him to be as nature had intended, and had kept him intact. Emily wondered why they still messed around with guys’ cocks in t
he US. It was almost barbaric. Primitive.

  She knew that if she stayed down there too long it would overwhelm him, so she moved onwards, crawling further up his body until her pussy rubbed against his cock. She glided it along him, letting her own slickness act as a lubricant, painting her pussy juices all over his penis. Who was the artist now? And how did he feel about the brushstrokes?

  She took hold of him with her hand and guided his shaft towards her vulva. Her lips parted with ease, and his whole length entered her. She gripped her pussy around him and began to ride. Up and down his cock, loving each ascent and descent. Mesmerised by the pleasure, exhilarated by the feeling of fullness inside of her.

  Jake cupped his hands around her ass and guided her movements, taking her weight, trying to control her motion and synchronise its rhythm. He watched her tits bounce around in front of his face, and he lunged for one of them with his mouth, like bobbing for apples at Halloween. He caught one between his lips and ran his tongue across the firm nipple.

  Emily continued with her rhythm, feeling sure she could now cruise towards orgasm. The top of the hill was in site, if she could just keep at this pace she would be up and over it soon.

  Jake had other ideas, he didn’t want her to cruise to a come. He wanted to take her on a white knuckle ride down the rapids.

  He pulled out, and slipped from under her, leaving her slightly bemused and wondering what his next move would be. He pushed her up to the top of the bed and kneeled behind her, opening her legs and gesturing that she should brace herself.

  Emily held onto the bedrail as Jake thrust his cock into her, and his pelvis slammed against her butt with a slap. She moaned as he moved in and out, hard and fast.