Lightning flashed through the bedroom window, briefly cutting through the darkness. Abigail lay on her stomach in bed, waiting for the inevitable but still flinching when the thunder boomed right behind. She bounced her feet slowly off the pillows shoved against the headboard with a nervous energy, waiting for it to all happen again.

"Stop that," Jocelyn urged, resting her hand lightly on one of Abigail's ankles to still the movement.

Abigail glanced over at her, then back to the little window in their bedroom. The rain drummed steadily against it with a teasingly soothing beat, almost lulling one into complacency. Abigail knew better, though, so she waited.

There's the flash...

She gripped the soft silk sheets in preparation.

BOOM!

And she flinched again, with her heart skipping a beat. Jocelyn ran her thumb very lightly over Abigail's calf as she held her ankle; the gentle stroking set her just a little bit more at ease. She let the sheets slide from her fingers and buried her face in them. Silk turned out to be a good choice, if only to keep them cool...the air conditioning had cut out when the power did, and the temperature had steadily risen. Even lying nude in her bed, Abigail could still feel the sweat glistening on her skin. She dabbed her forehead on the wine red fabric before looking up again.

"It's really coming down," Jocelyn remarked quietly, propped up on one hand next to her. She released Abigail's ankle and slid her hand slowly up, along Abigail's calf and hamstring, up across her firm rear, finally making a home rubbing small circles between her shoulders. She knew Abigail was scared; the tension in her muscles betrayed that fact easily enough, but knew even casual touching would help some.

"The lights will be back on soon," she reassured her.

"I know," Abigail replied quietly. "Not before it's all over though."

"Probably-" Jocelyn began before getting cut off by leaves swiping against the windowpane. "Wow."

The wind had bowed the palm tree in the courtyard outside their apartment, and Jocelyn hunkered down closer to Abigail. One heavy breast came to rest on Abigail's forearm as Jocelyn slid down onto the bed next to her, but she made no mention of it. She slid forward a little, pushing along the bed with her toes to watch the tree sway dangerously close. She didn't move her arm, though, and soon Jocelyn had snaked her fingers through Abigail's and held it even closer. While it normally would annoy her, the now comingled sweat didn't bother Abigail much...she appreciated the closeness.

Jocelyn flipped some of her long, sweat-soaked blue curly hair back over her shoulder, and leaned in close to Abigail's ear.

"It's okay, hon," she whispered softly. "We'll be fine. Want me to light some candles or something?"

Abigail smiled a little at the offer, knowing they didn't even have candles to light. She began to respond, but another flash lit up the room, revealing Jocelyn's face to her in a flash. The BOOM! came shortly thereafter, but it didn't tweak her as much as it had. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against Jocelyn's, tasting the saltiness of her sweat and reveling in it.

Jocelyn released Abigail's hand and rolled onto her side to free her arm from its pillow-y prison. She slid her fingers gently through her matted short black hair, and pulled her in closer for a deeper kiss. Abigail felt Jocelyn's tongue probe her lips and parted them in response, happily granting her entry. Jocelyn pressed further in, dancing her tongue against Abigail's in a familiar pattern.

They broke off once to come up for air, and in the flash of lightning she could see Jocelyn begin to rise up on the bed. Before she could react to the thunder, Jocelyn had put Abigail on her back and mounted her, straddling her hips. Another flash illuminated her full curvy frame; she swept down and pressed the fullness of her body against Abigail's lithe frame to resume their passionate kiss.

Abigail could only gasp for air when Jocelyn allowed a brief respite; she slid her hands up along Jocelyn's thighs and hips to her shoulders and finally down her arms, loving every inch of the slick wet skin and the heat radiating from her. The feeling of Jocelyn's full breasts crushed against her own modest offerings ignited her desire for her lover, and she gripped Jocelyn's arms to attempt a reversal. She wanted Jocelyn on her back and ready for ravishment.

Jocelyn broke their kiss then, drawing Abigail's lower lip along with her, lightly teasing it with her teeth. She planted her hands on the memory foam mattress and wouldn't budge to Abigail's movements, instead continuing to pin her.

"Nah-uh," she replied huskily after releasing Abigail's lip. "That's not how we're playing it tonight."

"Wha-" Abigail began before Jocelyn cut her off with another kiss.

After breaking off, Jocelyn ran her fingers lightly along Abigail's face then turned it to the side. She planted soft kisses across her cheek and jaw, leading back toward the ear. This time Abigail kept silent, wondering where Jocelyn was going. She so rarely took charge, usually instead opting for a more submissive role.

Jocelyn's kisses snaked up to her ear, which she lightly began to tongue. She slid it around the rim and down; a light nip on the earlobe elicited a tiny yelp.

"Shh," Jocelyn whispered, kissing the lobe with all tenderness. One hand slid into Abigail's hair and found a nice grip, the other began a descent as Jocelyn lifted herself off of Abigail ever so slightly. She gave each of Abigail's perky little breasts a feel, just a delicate squeeze while running her thumb over each nipple in turn. The sensation tingled through Abigail's body and she squirmed in response. Her arousal had kicked into overdrive then, and she felt the warmth and wetness building between her legs. She squeezed them shut and started to rub them together slowly, dragging her heels against the sheets.

Jocelyn's kisses started to descend then, down from her earlobe to her neck, kissing and licking sweat from her skin as she went. She moved her hand from Abigail's breasts to her knees, pushing them firmly down against the bed and denying her the pleasant sensations she had gotten from rubbing them together. She tried to slip one hand down as Jocelyn shifted herself, but it was swatted away.

"Nope," she whispered. Releasing Abigail's hair, Jocelyn grabbed hold of both of Abigail's wrists and held them together over her head. Jocelyn was stronger than Abigail, but it wouldn't have been hard to break free.

"I'll tie them down if I have to," Jocelyn warned, knowing what was going through Abigail's mind. Abigail gave a whimpering complaint but didn't fight.

Jocelyn grinned devilishly, now fully aroused. Having Abigail willingly submitting to her desires sent a brand new flush of excitement running through her, raising goosebumps on her skin and hardening her nipples just a little. It was just as much a struggle to not satisfy herself as it had been for Abigail. There would be time, though...she must be patient.

Instead Jocelyn returned to her task, planting kisses along Abigail's collarbone then down between her breasts. By now the pert little nipples were hard and happily at attention; Jocelyn took one and then the other into her mouth to sweep her tongue over them and suck fervently. Abigail squirmed again beneath her, and her breath had become ragged and short.

"Oh God," she gasped lightly as Jocelyn's hand moved down across her smooth, taut stomach and inched closer to her pussy. Again she was denied, though, as the hand came agonizingly close to her mound before sweeping back up in a looping circle. Jocelyn grinned at the reaction and could feel the coiled muscle in Abigail's hips, ready to nearly involuntarily begin humping against anything that might satisfy her. She released Abigail's wrists, warning against movement with a stern touch to her nose, and brought both hands to cup her breasts. Abigail reached up and gripped her hands onto metal footboard of their bed, showing her submission to Jocelyn's demands.

With both hands gently squeezing and kneading Abigail's breasts, Jocelyn shimmied her way further south. She kissed each rib, then across Abigail's belly, reveling in the smell of her lover's sweat. Lower she went in a snaking pattern, lips and tongue enjoying every bit of Abigail's skin she could. She kissed along Abigail's prominent iliac crest and down until her lips hovered just over her mound. She blew air against it lightly.

Abigail nearly knocked Jocelyn silly as she jerked her hips upward, helplessly banging herself against Jocelyn's chin. In response, a grinning Jocelyn brought one hand down onto Abigail's stomach and pushed her firmly back down onto the bed using just enough strength to send the message. Abigail groaned and tilted her head back in frustration, but didn't fight.

Victorious, Jocelyn brought her left hand down and guided Abigail's legs apart. She slid down further, then fully off of Abigail, and hooked her feet up onto the headboard. Abigail brought one leg around Jocelyn's shoulder and tried to pull her closer, but Jocelyn didn't budge. She lightly blew onto Abigail's moistened slit, causing her to spasm and jerk in response, whimpering plaintively for satisfaction.

With her right hand, Jocelyn had taken to rolling Abigail's nipple through her fingers, and she dragged her left thumb through the small wiry red landing strip Abigail had framed her pubic hair into. Only inches away by then, Jocelyn still drew it out. Giving Abigail a toe-curling orgasm came easily to her by then, she had done it hundreds of times in the past. Thousands even, though she hadn't the time to properly crunch the numbers. Technique and flourish were needed to keep things interesting.

While still blowing air lightly over it, Jocelyn ran her thumb slowly down along Abigail's moist slit, causing shivers to run through her body and bringing out a low, deep moan. She brought her right hand down and repeated the process with her other thumb, then parted Abigail's soft velvety lips with both. She leaned in and ran her tongue through the folds, collecting the delicious wetness and causing Abigail to cry out and rock her hips desperately forward.

"Don't stop," she begged Jocelyn in a high, whimpering voice. "Fuck me."

Jocelyn gleefully obliged as she reveled in Abigail's taste. She gave each lip and fold due attention before opening Abigail as far as she could with her thumbs and plunging her tongue further in her warm, soaked box.

Abigail, for her part, had become lost to the pleasure her lover's tongue was providing, only able to mutter profane encouragement as higher reason fled her. An animalistic need erased all other considerations, even the storm whipping around outside the window was lost on her. She arched her back and groaned loudly as pre-orgasmic ripples ran through her muscles.

Jocelyn could feel her lover wasn't far now and withdrew her tongue slowly, enjoying the sensation of Abigail's excretions running down her chin. In its place she slid first one, then two fingers of her left hand past Abigail's slippery folds and deeper in. Abigail's channel was well-lubed and clenched onto Jocelyn's fingers; she stroked each bump and groove as she pistoned them in and out in deep, full strokes. Abigail gasped loudly as she was expertly fingered, and started squirming her hips around swiftly, trying to get herself off on Jocelyn's manipulations.

Jocelyn couldn't hold off any further at the sight, and slid her free hand down between her own legs, mimicking her movements on Abigail by sliding two fingers into her attention-starved vagina. She swept her thumb in purposeful circles over her engorged clit, and brought her lips down to tongue Abigail's at the same time. She pushed her tongue up along Abigail's hood and down across the shivering little organ, then took it between her lips and sucked along its peak.

Abigail's muscles clenched tightly onto Jocelyn's fingers and her entire body went rigid. Her breath caught in her throat as the pleasure reached its crescendo and her orgasm started to flood her. She cried out in unadulterated climactic joy, her voice shuddering and undulating as each wave tore through her. She bucked her hips reflexively, barely able to stand the intense pleasure that radiated out from her center.

Worse, Jocelyn hadn't stopped. Her fingers never quit stroking maddeningly in and out of the spasming vagina, and she kept her tongue and lips locked fully onto Abigail's clit. Abigail cried out again as the intensity became too much for her to handle; she pulled against the footboard and tried to drag herself away from Jocelyn's manipulations. Jocelyn let her clitoris go but would not take her fingers out, laughing a little maniacally as she thrust vigorously into her own vagina.

"Oh, stop stop stop," Abigail begged, though she still held firm to footboard. She saw Jocelyn drop her head and groan, and the stroking fingers ceased their movement when Jocelyn brought herself to orgasm. She sunk down onto the bed gasping and practically humping against the fingers inside her.

"Fuuuuuuck," Jocelyn groaned, lifting her head up to look at her now exhausted and limp lover. Her fingers were still buried in Abigail's twat; she very slowly pulled them free, causing Abigail's legs to flop uselessly onto the bed. Abigail gasped deeply for air and dropped her hands down onto her chest, lightly rubbing her breasts as she came down.

Jocelyn slowly pushed herself up onto her knees and brought her right hand to her lips, taking both fingers into her mouth and licking the gooey richness from them. Abigail reached a hand out, but didn't really have the energy to sit up.

"I didn't get to taste you," she complained as she watched Jocelyn take care of that on her own. Watching Jocelyn taste herself in such a way inflamed her desire once again, though she was too tired and sensitive to take advantage.

Jocelyn grinned as her fingers slid from her mouth, and she lay down on top of Abigail once again. She placed her wet left fingers against Abigail's lips, parting them far enough to slide them into her mouth. Abigail's tongue lapped them over gratefully.

"That's it," Jocelyn murmured encouragingly to Abigail as she feasted on herself. "It's better this way."

After a moment she pulled her fingers from Abigail's mouth and replaced them with her lips, kissing her deeply as they both basked in post-orgasmic glow.

"I love you," she whispered to Abigail after breaking off.

"Mmm," Abigail intoned, fluttering her eyes closed. She could feel Jocelyn move up a little and felt her warm full lips press lightly to her forehead, and she groaned happily in response. "I love you too."

Jocelyn slid off of Abigail and sat up, then reached down and ran her left hand slowly down Abigail's stomach. She could feel all the tension had melted from her lover's muscles; coupled with the way Abigail stretched out blissfully on the bed like a cat, she knew she had done well in satisfying her.

"Come on," she whispered to Abigail, nudging her to turn over. "I've got a surprise."

Abigail had begun to doze, and opened one eye at the insistence.

"Huh?" she asked, though she turned over to lay prone on her stomach just the same. Jocelyn lightly cupped and squeezed her ass, then climbed off the bed.

"Close your eyes," she instructed when Abigail lifted her head to try to locate her in the darkness. "It's not a surprise if you see it coming."

Abigail opened her mouth to respond, but decided against it and settled her head back down against her forearms. She closed her eyes as she heard Jocelyn rummaging through the bedside table, imagining the possibilities. The baby oil, it must be...she was about to get a nice massage to end her special treatment. Jocelyn was always so thoughtful, that was exactly what she had needed.

Jocelyn crept back up to the bed, making sure Abigail had listened to instruction. She had even turned her head away, which brought a mischievous smile to Jocelyn's lips. She slid her hand gently back over Abigail's rear, then leaned down to plant a kiss on the smooth round mound of flesh. She climbed back onto the bed and straddled Abigail's legs, careful not to touch her with the tourch she was currently holding and accidentally betray the surprise.

"Mmm," Abigail mumbled against her arm as she wiggled her rear at Jocelyn. "Never heard of a massage that started with the happy ending."

Jocelyn couldn't help but grin wider, knowing Abigail didn't have any clue what she was in for. She brought her hand down onto Abigail's ass with a stinging spank, the sweat-soaked skin producing a very satisfying crack.

"Ow!" Abigail complained with a giggle, lifting her head up a little. "Never heard of a massage with a spanking either."

"Sorry, babe," Jocelyn replied apologetically, lightly rubbing the affected left cheek in response. If only there was light to see, she would have loved seeing the red welt that was sure to be spreading. "Is this better?"

Crack! went a spank on the right cheek, just as hard as the last one. Abigail groaned against her arm, the pain and pleasure mixing in a heady combination. Her mind reeled...this was no massage. What would be her surprise?

Jocelyn slid her hand down between Abigail's thighs, finding her vagina still soaked and ready. Abigail squirmed away from the invading fingers.

"Wait, wait...it's too sensitive," she complained. She was answered with the hand being removed and another hard spank cracking across her now burning cheeks.

Jocelyn worked a good amount of spit into her mouth and dribbled it down onto the tourch, then rubbed her hand along its length to lubricate. She brought her fingers back against Abigail's pussy, this time not getting a reaction more than Abigail squirming a little away from her. She slid one finger inside once more, finding things more than wet enough to proceed. She brought herself down on top of Abigail and started to position.

"What are you-" Abigail began before she felt the head of the torch pressing against her lips. She bucked forward and gasped, though found her progress stopped by the footboard before her.

"Wait wait, I can't..." Her voice was drowned out in a long loud moan when Jocelyn slipped the head past her defenses and the length of the tourch began sliding deeper and deeper into her. She cried out at the intensity of her sensitive vagina being invaded, and gripped onto the metal slats on the footboard tightly.

"Isn't that nice?" Jocelyn whispered gently as she reached her hilt, then fully inside Abigail and lying on top of her. Abigail squirmed and whimpered but couldn't form a coherent response, giving Jocelyn free reign. She drew it out slowly, making Abigail feel every maddening inch, then piled fully back into her in a powerful thrust.

Jocelyn slid one arm around Abigail's shoulders to brace herself, and she intertwined the fingers of her free hand through one of Abigail's gripping onto the footboard. With her lover secured and all the leverage she would need, Jocelyn began pumping slowly in and out. Abigail met each vigorous thrust with a gasp or a moan or a load cry of pleasure as Jocelyn fucked her swiftly and mercilessly. Her toes curled and she beat her feet lightly on the bed.

Both knew Abigail wasn't long for this treatment; filling her like this sped her faster toward orgasm than anything in their playbook. Jocelyn leaned close beside Abigail's face, sucking lightly on her earlobe, licking her cheek, then kissing her shoulder. She gripped Abigail's hand tightly in hers and mixed her thrusting, going from smooth steady strokes to speeding up with short, fast movements, then slow and deliberate force.

"Tell me you love It," Jocelyn whispered into her ear between kisses.

"Oh...God...oh...oh," Abigail mumbled with each thrust. "Fuck me, Jocelyn, fuck me hard...harder..."

Jocelyn obliged, abandoning all finesse and piling into Abigail as fast and hard as her tourch would allow. The sweat beaded up on her forehead from the effort and dripped into Abigail's hair, then onto her forehead as she tilted her head up, but neither paid it any mind. Each thrust sent Abigail closer and closer to the edge, and she wailed in wanton pleasure.

Abigail screamed then as a second orgasm gripped her, and again Jocelyn didn't let up as she felt Abigail's climax. She wrapped both arms around Abigail's shoulders and fucked her still (by of course putting the tourch inside herself as well), causing her to kick her quavering legs down onto the bed helplessly. Abigail gripped the footboard with white-knuckled intensity and a third orgasm piled onto the second. The wave of mind-blowing pleasure jerked her muscles violently as she cried out, and she very nearly bucked Jocelyn completely off of her.

The thrusting slowed then as Abigail was quite spent. Jocelyn came to a halt and slumped limply down onto Abigail's prone body, still buried deep inside of her but too exhausted to care. They both panted deeply and struggled to catch their breath.

"Fuck," Abigail declared quietly through haggard breaths.

Jocelyn peeled her sweaty body off of Abigail and gently extracted the "toy" from them both. She dropped it onto the bed beside them when free, and fell back against the headboard for support. She wiped plastered blue curly hair off of her forehead and chuckled.

"Surprised?" she asked, causing Abigail to laugh exhaustedly. She rolled onto her back to face Jocelyn, then reached out with one foot to touch her thigh gently.

"You have no idea," she sighed.

Jocelyn picked up the presented foot and kissed the toes lightly, making her lover giggle and jerk it away.

"That was...wow," was all Abigail could really say. She ran her hands over her face, wiping sweat and red hair from her brow, completely at a loss for words.

"Wow," she mumbled again. "I need a shower, or..."

"Not in the dark like this...wait right here, I know just what you need," Jocelyn replied with a grin. She patted Abigail lightly on the stomach and dragged herself out of bed, disappearing through the doorway into their living room. Abigail waited a moment, then a moment longer, staring out into the darkness; she began to wonder what exactly was next in store for her. She craned her head a little to try and hear something, hoping to get an idea, but couldn't make anything out over the howling wind and the drumming rain against the window.

Jocelyn came dancing back to the room, shimmying side to side happily with a lit joint clenched between her lips. She spun and came to a sliding stop by the bed, took one long draw, and then took the joint and held it out before Abigail's face.

"I love you," Abigail said in ecstasy as she took it from Jocelyn and had herself a draw.

"Thought you'd like that," Jocelyn grins, letting the smoke pour out as she spoke. She slid back into bed and lay on her stomach, facing their little window. "It's not so bad, right?"

Abigail handed the joint back and leaned over to kiss her lightly on the cheek.

"Not anymore."

Jocelyn grinned and tousled Abigail's sticky hair a little, then drew deeply. The smoke coiled slowly out of her nose and up into the darkness. She let the delightful buzzing fill her senses and toked again before handing it back.

"I love you too, hon," she replies.

Just as Abigail brought the joint to her lips, the lights flickered back on, filling their world with intense brightness. She blinked as her eyes filled with multicolored spots, and glanced over to see Jocelyn doing the same. With an immense effort Abigail sat up, displaying much more energy than she thought herself capable by then, and took a nice long hit.

"I think it's over," she said cautiously, looking over towards the window. She exhaled and handed the joint back.

Jocelyn took it and slid from the bed to check it out, still bopping and swaying as she walked, causing Abigail to grin. She drew from the joint and peered out the window.

"It's still raining," she reported to Abigail, still holed up at the end of the bed. "But not nearly as bad." She pauses, cocking her head to listen for a few moments.

"When did it stop thundering?" she asked.

Abigail thought about it, then chuckled.

"Around the time you started fingering me, I think," she replied, and Jocelyn laughed as well.

Abigail sighed and pulled her long wet hair back over her ears, then stretched her arms out. Jocelyn swayed closer and leaned against the footboard near her.

"I need a shower," Abigail declared as she reached out and lightly brushed her fingers along Jocelyn's slick back.

"Want some company?" Jocelyn asked, dabbing the joint out on the metal of the footboard. "Because I think I do too."

"You really do," Abigail agreed with a laugh, then slid out of the bed and scampered off towards the bedroom before Jocelyn could react.

"C'mere, you!" Jocelyn called, wiping the ash away and rushing after her. Her fingers slid around Abigail's hips, the two slipped into the bathroom, and she shut the door behind them.