Be All, End All

**I own both of these characters so NO DISCLAIMER.

Black night lit by the pinpricks of lights along dark streets passed by outside the car. The close interior of Darynn’s car was an intimate enclosure that Janna filled with her soft voice.

Darynn answered the questions put to her and asked a few of her own, but mostly she just let Janna do all the talking. The woman’s unhurried husky whisper was soothing while at the same time filled with dark promise. A bedroom voice was what it was called? Darynn was sure the reason it was called that was because all you could think of was getting them closed up in your bedroom.

They exchanged ages, occupations, and then Janna spoke of several of her sexual experiences, all seeming to include women. Listening and admiring. In the shadowy lights from the dash the shimmer of Janna’s hosiery was impossible to ignore. Her shapely thighs disappearing under the hem of her skirt, were causing Darynn to have to reposition in her seat.

Darynn literally groaned when she pulled onto the street leading to the house and saw it was lined with cars. A party. Just great. With her trailer only yards from the house it would be a miracle if she could make it there without being waylaid, and an even bigger miracle if she could find a place to park.

“You live here?” Janna asked at seeing the people walking the sidewalks and the cars lining the street.

Darynn moved the car along at a crawl to avoid hitting opening car doors and pedestrians crossing the street. People waved at her and she had no choice but to return the gesture. As they passed the house she saw the door standing open as people filed in. Seems the party was just reaching full swing.

“Yeah, kinda. I work for the guy that owns the house. The team is pretty close and they all hang out together. Guess they felt like entertaining.”

Inching along to where she could pull in behind the garage Darynn was happily surprised to find that no one had parked in the empty space there. Respect was a pretty nifty thing, and rather convenient at the moment if it meant keeping her parking space free.

When the car stopped they had a view of the back of the house and side yard. Every light was on and there were people about everywhere.

“Did you want to join your team?”

Darynn gritted her teeth. She didn’t, but she didn’t want Janna to think she was ashamed of what their intentions were either. “That’s up to you. They’re racers. Dicks and chicks, I call ‘em. You either can find your way around under a hood or under a blanket.”

“Which are you?”

Darynn grinned, “Both, but I’ve kept all of them at arms length. Thought working beside them might be hard if they were hard, so to speak.”

They got out and Janna circled to Darynn’s side until they both stood at the corner of the hood, their attentions on the festivities next door.

“I’ll understand if you want to join them for a while,” Janna murmured, her fingers stroked down Darynn’s arm to her wrist. It was a light touch that caused gooseflesh to rise on her arm.

Darynn turned, smiling, “I don’t want to, if you understand.”

Janna smiled and they mutually leaned forward. Lips touching lightly at first, then finding purchase, tongues delving deeper, meeting.

Minutes or just seconds passed and Darynn pulled back, her gaze flying to the partygoers too close for comfort. “Let’s go inside,” she whispered.

Curtains drawn first, then Darynn turned on the smallest lights she had. A reading light in the living room, a small light above the kitchen sink, and a night light in the hall.

“How romantic,” Janna whispered.

“This is the lock the door and hide under the blankets scenario,” Darynn teased, pun intended.

Janna frowned at the door, down one step from the main floor, that was indeed locked. “Are you that worried about being caught?”

Darynn had already kicked her shoes off and now pulled her tank over her head. “Caught? No. Interrupted was what I was hoping to avoid.”

Janna came toward her, her eyes on her breasts and stomach. Soft palms touched her stomach, smoothing over her flesh, just rubbing. “You’re so trim. Do you work out?”

Looking down at her stomach, seeing a woman’s hands there as the flesh crinkled from her movement, “Sex and work is about it.”

They were silent. Janna continued to stroke her, ribs, stomach, hips and back. Her hands were cool and soft, the contact gentle, and it wasn’t enough. Darynn started in on the buttons of the woman’s top, pulling at them in aggravation when they refused to cooperate.

“Are you in a hurry?” Janna asked, bringing her face to within a breath of hers.

Darynn stilled and met her gaze. “Yes. I’ve been solo for a while.”

Janna didn’t ask for more explanation. She worked her top off and then the skirt. Darynn slid out of her jeans and then dropped to her knees before the other woman. Hands raised she stroked up nylon covered legs.

Janna stilled with a gasp. Her legs spread wider, the invitation plain, and just looked down at her.

“Your legs are gorgeous. You should always wear hose.” Over and over she stroked the smooth skin through the nearly invisible black layer. The friction against her palms was causing a heated response between her own legs, making her do it again. Always Darynn had loved the feel of nylon, pantyhose or stockings, it didn’t matter, as long as she wasn’t the one wearing them. And even then she’d rub herself.

Starting at ankles, up slim calves, around at the knee, then her fingers splayed for maximum coverage. Upwards over smooth thighs. No panties covered the shaved mound before her, just the mesh of black. The scent of the woman was strong, the source of the musk she’d smelled earlier was just an inch from her nose.

She hugged Janna’s thigh with one arm, the other thumb dug into the soft muscle of the opposite, spreading her. Janna moved to accommodate and Darynn was shoving chin and mouth into the hot crevice between her thighs. Already wet, her tongue dug into the material, sweeping across the swollen flesh beneath.

Janna moaned and spread herself further. A hand against Darynn’s head both kept her face buried and helped Janna to balance.

Darynn licked and sucked, filling her mouth and nostrils with the other woman’s smell. She moaned into her, the vibration causing new sounds from Janna.

Janna making a stumbling step backwards broke their contact and Darynn was left looking up at her with the moisture on her face cooling.

“I’m sorry. Can we lie down?” Janna breathed.

Darynn had to ask, “Will you leave your hose on for a while longer?”

Janna smiled softly, as if she understood the secret, “Yes.”

Not sure how the night would go, if there would be a leader and a follower, Darynn was more than thrilled to find Janna groping her as she lead the way. Hands pulled her back against the bare front of the woman behind her. Then mouth on neck and hands coming around her stomach kept her in place. She growled and slowed, her own hands coming out to touch the walls to balance them as they stumbled forward.

“I want to eat you,” Janna whispered, her breath tickling Darynn’s ear.

Aphrodisiac, anyone? “Uh, I thought that was part of the plan.”

Teeth scraped softly over her neck and Janna moaned into her flesh. “No, literally. I just want to sink my teeth in.”

Darynn laughed as they came into the bedroom. “Is that a warning? Should I be afraid?”

Janna was turning her, her face completely serious, “No, that was a warning, but I don’t know if you should be afraid.”

“Well, I can handle a few bite marks if you can handle me.”

“That’s what I want to handle,” Janna murmured. Her hands were rubbing again, her eyes on what her hands were touching. “You’re so hard, Darynn. If you weren’t so soft and you didn’t have these,” her hands cupped Darynn’s breasts through her bra, “I’d compare you to a guy.”

Darynn was flattered. Most of her life she’d been standing beside men who put her to shame in regards to strength and size. No matter how strong she was there was always someone just steps away that was stronger. It felt good to hear someone enjoyed the way she looked, when all she’d ever felt was smaller and weaker.

“I always did have a touch of dick envy.”

Janna smiled, her hands rubbing, smoothing over the curve of Darynn’s hip and ass, pulling them closer together. “Dick’s are overrated. You’re perfect. And we can always borrow one.”

Darynn grinned as Janna’s lips touched hers. They moved onto the bed together, lips never parting. All Janna wore was her pantyhose, while Darynn had on both bra and panties.

Legs tangled, hands groped, lips sucked. Darynn was in heaven. She’d forgotten how easy it was to be with a woman. No need to impress, no stereotypes to live up to or prove wrong. She could just be herself and not think.

Darynn’s legs were in constant motion. The slick of Janna’s legs beckoned hers and demanded some sort of motion. Feet, knees, thighs, calves, it didn’t matter what she rubbed with. She just had to be rubbing. Janna didn’t seem to be minding.

They were side by side for now, but Janna was slowly moving into the bottom position. As soon as she was free to Darynn slid a hand beneath the waistband of her hose and sought the wetness between her legs.

Janna gasped and stilled, her legs spreading automatically. Darynn took advantage and leaned over her, pressing deeper. The other woman moaned, her hips lifting to Darynn’s delving touch.

Stroking, flicking, rubbing, Darynn captured a dark nipple between her lips and kept at it. Arms circled her and held her in place as Janna’s breathing changed.

Two fingers curved in, pumping into the soft clinging warmth. Teeth worried the taut nipple, then tongue laved it before sucking it urgently deeper. Janna was moaning continuously, the sound broken only by her hitches for breath.

Slowly the pace of Janna’s response quickened. Feet braced against the bed aided Darynn’s motion. Hands that once rubbed now gripped tightly.

“Kiss me,” she gasped.

Darynn complied, covering the woman’s parted lips. The slow sensual kisses were a thing of the past. Janna’s tongue stabbed in at hers. Her own met it and their bodies moved in a rhythm, Darynn’s on Janna’s until the pace quickened too much. Janna breathed roughly through her nose while they kissed, but then broke away to pant, her eyes rolling.

“Oh, God, yes. Right there.”

Darynn stroked roughly into her, feeling the muscles tighten around her fingers.

“Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Oh, yes.” Janna was whispering over and over. Darynn took it as encouraging.

Only seconds later the woman tensed and cried out, a sort of wailing sound. Darynn kept stroking deeply into her, feeling her tighten even further, almost as if she were trying to force the fingers out of her. Her hand became soaked as Janna’s cum flowed, the slippery fluid hot and scented.

Then all movement stopped, as Darynn couldn’t move her fingers without fear of hurting something vital. Janna lay tensed for a few moments longer and then relaxed with a heavy sigh.

Darynn kissed down her chest, along the valley between her breast and lower. Janna’s stomach muscles twitched as she neared her bellybutton. “Stop that,” she whispered.

“Sorry.” Carefully Darynn eased her hand free. The edge of the blanket worked to dry it.