Chapter Eight
A Real Surprise Party
“Nigel, I broke my ankle! Are you seriously suggesting I did it on purpose just to get out of work?”
Fuming in her apartment, Giselle sat stiff on the couch, a white-knuckled grip holding the phone.
She couldn’t believe her boss actually thought she would do such a thing.
She called to ask for a couple days off before returning to the dealership.
She had no problem hobbling around on crutches, but the initial pain after the break proved too much at the moment.
“My point is that you find any excuse to avoid responsibility,” Nigel said in her ear. “I’ll give you two days, but I’m still annotating this on—”
“A memorandum for record,” Giselle cut in. “You are disciplining me for an accident. Got it.”
“Don’t get sassy with me. Report back to work on Wednesday.” He hung up.
Giselle spiked the phone on the couch cushion. “Jerk face!” She hissed as a sting of pain sliced her foot. She had taken her prescription this morning, but pills could only do so much.
She rubbed her hands over her face and sighed. At least she had the “surprise” raid by her teammates to look forward to on this overcast Sunday. The autumn clouds had moved back into the city and threatened to dump rain in the afternoon.
Around twelve, the doorbell rang. Giselle put on her surprised face and opened the entry to find Coach Jess and the Rapids swarming the porch.
Giggles, greetings, and hugs took place as the raucous group filed into the apartment.
Each player had brought a food item to share for a yummy potluck.
Coach Jess also handed over Giselle’s shiny, third-place trophy gifted from the league.
After the last person entered, she used the tip of a crutch to close the door, but a hand on the other side stopped it. Janice shouldered through the gap and stepped inside.
“Janice!” Giselle exclaimed in surprise. “Um, welcome. Did you come to crash the party?”
The Bolt waved a plastic tub of Rice Krispy treats. “I was invited, number nine.”
“The enemy caught wind of our plan and asked to join us,” Coach Jess explained. “Janice promised those treats, so of course I said yes.” Giselle laughed, then ushered the girl inside to join the others.
The gathering brought fun, laughter, and non-stop conversation.
Voices droned from all corners of the living room and kitchen as everyone talked and ate.
Each person took turns signing Giselle’s cast. Coach Jess asked Janice about the Bolts and their preparation against the Lancers in the finals.
Everyone looked forward to the game on Saturday.
Food, drinks, and desserts vanished into gratified bellies.
In the afternoon, the Rapids bid farewell. Giselle handed her car keys to Jess so she could bring the vehicle this evening. Another teammate would follow to give the coach a ride back. One by one, the guests shuffled out the door after another round of hugs and chitchat on the porch.
Leaning on her crutches, Giselle finally closed the door. She turned and nearly leapt out of her skin in fright. Janice lounged on the sofa, a small smile on her face.
“Geez, you scared the crap out of me,” Giselle stated, hobbling over to sit. “I thought everyone had left.”
Janice scooted close and placed a hand on Giselle’s thigh. “Do you want me to go?”
Giselle’s cheeks colored, and goosebumps rose on her arms. “Well…not really. But I planned to take a bath.”
“So take one.” Janice stood and headed into the bedroom. The sound of water splashing into the tub of the master bath followed. Drawers opening and closing could also be heard.
Oh boy. From what I know of Janice, she didn’t stay behind to eat Rice Krispy treats. The girl knows what she wants—and takes it. And like before, I’m turned on by the thought of it.
Grunting, Giselle stood from the couch and worked her way into the bedroom. She frowned at the unmade bed and clothes lying around. I really need to tidy up, even for “surprise” visits.
In the master bath adjacent to the room, Janice sat on the edge of the wide, oval-shaped tub. Hot water jetted from the faucet. She poured bubble bath liquid from a container as loads of froth began to appear on the rising water.
“I found the bubble stuff under your sink,” Janice commented. “And that in a drawer.” She pointed to the counter without looking.
Leaning in the doorway on her crutches, Giselle froze in embarrassment. Her purple, vibrating dildo rested on the tile countertop. “I—”
“It’s waterproof, I’m impressed,” Janice continued. She tested the bath temperature, then looked over a shoulder at Giselle. “We’ll make good use of it as we bathe together. I’ll help you take your clothes off.”
“What about that girl you were with at the game?” she asked, embarrassed by the tremble in her voice.
Janice blew a raspberry. “Marissa? Oh, we’re not dating or anything. Do we sleep together every now and then? Sure. But right now, I want you.”
The direct statement sent a shiver through Giselle. I’ve never encountered anyone like Janice. Her brusqueness and a nonchalant outlook on life make her advances irresistible. Just like that time in the shower, I’m afraid…but excited.
The girl stood, shook soapy water from her hand, then walked over. Janice took the crutches and leaned them against the counter. She guided Giselle to sit on the wide edge of the tub, then initiated the undressing.
Janice did not rush, but used the occasion to turn the simple act into something sensual.
She knelt on the soft bath rug and reached out.
The Sailer Moon t-shirt slid off Giselle, and unabashed hands caressed her bare shoulders, neck, and throat.
Fingertips petted her arms, a downward slide until the young women held hands.
Janice’s thumbs extended and tickled Giselle’s wrists, just over the sensitive pulse.
As if pressing an adrenaline button, her heart crashed and a dry throat swallowed.
A twist of Janice’s fingers released the clasp on Giselle’s bra.
Gentle palms stroked her breasts, loving passes under a feminine touch that exploded goosebumps on Giselle’s skin.
Reddened nipples stood hard, stimulated by brisk swirls of Janice’s thumbs.
The girl leaned forward and traced a tongue around the left nipple.
A shock of pleasure shuddered Giselle, the warm wetness flicking across the sensitive nub.
Janice’s mouth moved to the right breast. Her lips stretched forth and wrapped the stiff nipple, pulling and suckling gently.
She applied more force, mouth working and tongue rubbing the tip in a firm, moist seal.
Giselle writhed on the edge of the tub, her hands gripping Janice’s shoulders.
Her outer labia swelled and inner folds of her vagina loosened.
She panted, back arched and moaning in the clutches of a girl who had mastered the art of teasing.
Janice pulled back, and her mouth released the nipple in a wet, forceful pop. She patted Giselle’s thigh, and she complied by lifting her hips. Janice slid down the black sweats and stripped them off over the ankle cast.
Hooked fingers grasped the waistband of red panties. A slow, deliberate drag of the soft material down Giselle’s legs had her squirming again. Janice smiled as she observed the wet spot on the crotch of the panties. The undergarment gone, the tangy scent of Giselle’s arousal drifted in the air.
Now fully naked, her breathing increased and skin pebbled beneath Janice’s stern, hungry stare. The girl pushed opened Giselle’s legs, her nails raking lightly along the inner thighs. Giselle’s spine quaked, and a quiet moan escaped. Her heart thumped in a mad tempo.
On her knees, Janice scooted closer. Her teeth clamped down on Giselle’s inner thigh, not painful, but gripping the flesh like a lioness tasting its prey.
She released the bite and kissed softly, sweet pecks leading to the engorged labia.
Her velvety tongue probed along thick outer lips, savoring Giselle in long, slow traces.
Teeth found the opposite thigh, this time in repeated nibbles along the upper leg.
Lips kissed, tongue tasted, and head returned to the center.
Janice’s tongue slipped upward between the wet folds of Giselle’s vagina.
The tip probed and pushed until it rested inside.
Her tongue wiggled, retracted, and slipped back in.
After a few moments, wet pressure lapped Giselle’s clit in repetitive flicks.
Janice’s hot, panting breath wafted over Giselle’s crotch as the young woman licked and suckled.
Eyes closed, Giselle cried out, scorching desire igniting her senses in giddiness.
The room vanished. Her body floated. Her insides heated in pleasure, tingles spreading over every inch of her flesh as climax approached.
Janice abruptly pulled back. Giselle’s eyes snapped open. She stared at her guest in disbelief, irritated at the deprivation of an orgasm, her chest heaving in passion. I was about to explode, what the hell? The girl only smiled.
“Get on your knees and turn around,” Janice directed. “Hold the edge of the tub.”
Giving the young woman an icy glare, Giselle complied. Careful with her casted foot, she maneuvered into position on the soft bath rug. She spread her knees a bit and arched her back. Guess it’s time for the dildo? That’s okay, I’ll orgasm quick with that thing.
Her thought barely finished when a powerful slap rocked her butt.
Unprepared, she nearly toppled forward into the tub.
Her right butt cheek screamed, a fire burning on flesh.
She looked back over a shoulder, but Janice snapped her fingers and raised an index finger in warning. Giselle quickly faced the wall.