Chapter 30
Switching
Los Angeles
“So I’ve got a question,” Luisa asked. “And I needed to be a little drunk to ask it.”
The two women had moved to Luisa’s sofa, and had moved on from water to something a little stronger… the wisdom of which was questionable to Amy, but wisdom be damned because she was having the most fun that night that she’d had in a long, long time… first the party, and now this.
“Shoot. If it’s awful I might have convenient memory loss by morning.”
Luisa grinned. “Perfect.” She hesitated, then said, “What we just did… have you done that a lot?”
“Not much. Only with one person, only recently. Why?”
“You seem really into it. And good at it.”
“I’ll take that compliment!” Amy smiled and ran her fingertips idly along Luisa’s arm. “I like it, but as part of something bigger. Like, I like doing that, but then I also like someone doing something like that to me. And I really like doing neither and just being, I don’t know, kind of equal.”
“You mean doing what we just did as a thing you do… that we do? Rather than being the thing we do?”
“That’s a great way to put it. Yes. What about you?”
“I’ve never done something like that before. A lot of my experience has been more casual, I’ve not… I guess I’ve not had a thing with someone for a long time where I’d feel safe to explore it. With you, it feels safe.”
“You want to explore it more?” Amy asked.
“As part of everything else, yes.” Luisa went silent for a few moments, and Amy could see she was thinking. “How many people have you… you know, been with in your life?”
Amy laughed. “You mean what’s my body count?” When Luisa smiled back and nodded, Amy said, “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours. Deal?”
“Deal.”
“Ok… so…” Amy sat back, counting in her head. Boyfriends at school and uni, her wild couple of weeks of experimentation, James, the senior associate, all the way through to now.
Luisa was laughing next to her as she thought. “That many?” she teased, giving Amy’s hand an affectionate squeeze.
“At least two hundred,” Amy deadpanned, but she couldn’t keep a straight face. “Ok, this might not be perfect but… it kind of depends what you count. I reckon…” She winced slightly. “I make it twelve. Seven guys, five women.” She looked at Luisa. “God, that makes me sound like such a slut…”
“You’re not, don’t worry. That’s good… plenty of experience!”
“Well all but three were people I was seeing, so it’s not like I went wild on one night stands or anything.” Amy grinned mischievously. “Your turn. And seeing as we’re both women we don’t need to do that thing where we half it to seem more mysterious and alluring.”
Luisa looked at her innocently. “I was a virgin before I met you. You were my first time.”
Amy simply burst out laughing, even more so when Luisa pretended to look hurt. “You don’t believe me?”
“Seeing as you told me you’d slept with at least one other model the night I met you… no, I don’t.” She took Luisa’s hand in hers. “Tell me.”
“It’s more than yours.”
“It could be a million. I wouldn’t care.”
“That’s good then. I think… somewhere near twenty five? Maybe more, maybe less.”
“Twenty five? Round it down to the nearest ten then round mine up and you’re same as me.”
“Exactly.” Luisa’s smile told Amy she was pleased that she hadn’t been too surprised at her number.
“Probably equal number of men and women. But… more one night stands than you. I got a bit wild when I moved to Mexico City when I was eighteen. And on photoshoots where I was finding myself out. I’ve been much calmer recently. ”
“It doesn’t matter either way. We’re probably as experienced as each other, just in different ways. But honestly, Luisa, your number could have been zero or a hundred and it wouldn’t change a thing between us.”
“Good. I agree. I just… it’s good to understand where we’ve both come from, right?”
“Exactly.”
Luisa watched Amy for a long few moments. “What?” Amy asked.
“Are you wanting to go to sleep now? Or…?”
“Or…?”
“Or I told you earlier precisely what I was going to do to you. I made you a promise.”
“It was in Spanish. I couldn’t understand it!”
“Exactly… a most sacred language. I couldn’t possibly go back on a promise made in Spanish.” Luisa’s expression told Amy in no uncertain terms that the promise was likely to be extremely enjoyable for her.
“I’m yours then… tell me where you want me.”
***
Luisa stood and looked at Amy for a long few moments, her eyes narrowed, and Amy could see her thinking, working out what to do. There was a nervousness, understandably, but also something else… a determination, a hint of the confidence that Amy could tell Luisa brought to her professional life.
“Lie down,” Luisa said. “On your back. Head on the pillows.”
Amy obeyed, settling herself in the centre of the bed, watching Luisa as she picked up the thigh restraints that they’d bought that morning.
Luisa turned them over in her hands, figuring out how they worked, and Amy found the slight hesitation endearing rather than awkward.
This was a complete contrast to Sarah, and it was thrilling to watch Luisa learning in real time and to be the person that she was learning with.
“Ok, I think I’ve got it,” Luisa said, climbing on to the bed and kneeling next to Amy. “These go around your thighs and then your wrists clip to them, right?”
“That’s right. It keeps my hands pinned to my legs and… doesn’t give me much I can do.” Amy smiled up at her. “You sure you want to do this?”
“Very sure.” Luisa’s eyes had that look again, the one from earlier when she’d been tied up herself, equal parts excitement and desire.
She wrapped the first strap around Amy’s right thigh, tightening it, then helped Amy’s right wrist into the cuff and fastened it.
Amy felt the restraint take hold, her hand now fixed against the outside of her thigh, unable to move more than an inch or two apart.
Luisa moved to the other side and did the same, taking a little more care this time, checking the fit, adjusting the strap.
When she was done she sat back on her heels and looked at Amy.
Amy saw the moment it hit her, the realisation of what she’d just done, of Amy lying there with her hands pinned and completely at Luisa’s mercy.
“Oh,” Luisa said quietly, almost to herself. Then, with a slow grin spreading across her face, “This is… wow.”
“Good wow?”
“Very good wow.” Luisa ran a single finger lightly down Amy’s stomach and Amy’s muscles clenched involuntarily.
“You look incredible like this.” Her finger trailed lower, drifting across Amy’s hip, down the inside of her thigh, deliberately avoiding between her legs.
Amy shifted her hips instinctively, trying to guide Luisa’s hand, but the restraints held her in place and all she managed was a frustrated sigh that made Luisa laugh.
“No, no,” Luisa said, growing visibly in confidence. “You did this to me for ages earlier. You made me wait. I think it’s only fair.”
“I was afraid you’d say that.”
Luisa leaned down and kissed Amy, slow and deep, one hand in Amy’s hair while the other continued its maddening, feather-light exploration of everywhere except where Amy needed it.
Amy kissed her back hard, the kiss the only thing she could remotely control, pouring her frustration into it, but Luisa just smiled against her lips and kissed her exactly how she wanted to.
When Luisa broke the kiss and started moving her mouth down Amy’s neck, Amy let her head fall back against the pillow.
Luisa’s lips traced along her collarbone, down to her breast, her tongue circling Amy’s nipple so slowly, clearly, deliciously deliberate.
Amy’s back arched and she pulled at the restraints without thinking, her hands straining against the cuffs, getting nowhere.
Having her arms by her side like this felt so intense, more than above her head and behind her back…
there was something about being helpless in this pose in particular that was doing something incredible to her.
“These are good,” Luisa murmured, lifting her lips from Amy’s skin. “I'm glad we bought them.”
She spent what felt like an eternity on Amy’s breasts, alternating between her mouth and her fingers, sometimes gentle and sometimes firmer, occasionally grazing her teeth and making Amy gasp.
All the while her other hand roamed Amy’s body, her stomach, her hips, the inside of her thighs, getting close but never close enough.
Amy could feel herself getting more desperate, her body straining towards every touch.
“Luisa…” Amy gasped.
“Mmm?” Luisa’s mouth was still on her breast, her tone innocent.
“Please…”
“Please what?” Luisa looked up at her with wide eyes that were entirely, transparently fake in their innocence. “I’m just taking my time. Just like you did earlier, remember?”
Amy let out an exasperated groan that was halfway between frustration and laughter. “I’m regretting that now.”
Luisa grinned and kissed her way lower, down Amy’s stomach, taking her time over every inch, her lips and tongue making Amy’s muscles jump. When she reached the point where Amy’s hip met her thigh, she paused, her breath warm against Amy’s skin, so close to where Amy was desperate for her to be.
Then she moved to the other hip and started again.
“You’re evil,” Amy gasped.
“Just keeping my promise from earlier.” Luisa’s fingers finally, finally brushed between Amy’s legs, the lightest possible touch, barely there, and Amy’s whole body responded, a jolt running through her.
But Luisa’s fingers were already gone, trailing back up Amy’s thigh, and Amy actually whimpered.
Luisa’s eyes widened. “Was that a whimper? From my gorgeous Amy?”
“Shut up and touch me.”