CHAPTER 20
Gage
Gage had been stealing glances at Jennifer throughout dinner, liking that they’d known who they would be paired up with before they started eating tonight because that meant she didn’t have to look around the table and could focus on one woman.
And that woman was pretty, too. Older than Gage usually went for, but she didn’t care about age much.
Jennifer was wearing a pair of dark skinny jeans, black boots, and a blue sweater with a deep V that gave Gage a pretty good idea about what might be beneath it, and she was hoping that she would get to take that shirt off her later tonight.
During the meal, she found herself squeezing her thighs together over and over again, unable to stop the growing need.
No one could see her doing it, but there was something about doing it with everyone there that had her even more turned on than usual, and her clit had already been on fire since she’d arrived.
Her orgasm with Sasha before showing up here had been nice, but last night with Sharon had been better.
Even though it had been mostly about Sharon, Gage had also had a few good orgasms herself.
Tonight, though, she was looking forward to spending time with Jennifer, and because the ache between her legs wasn’t going away, she slowly lowered her arm and hoped no one noticed when she started stroking herself slowly over her crotch to try to relieve at least a little of the building pressure.
Gage had known that there would be daily events, but she’d assumed they would have to do with sex and relationships since that was why they had all shelled out the cash for this trip.
She hadn’t been happy that the whole day had been wasted because they hadn’t been allowed to talk about any of those things, or that sex wasn’t allowed during any of the days they were here.
A full day of useless activities later, she was hard up and eager to explore Jennifer’s body.
She knew she couldn’t get off like this, but she’d made the mistake of applying that amazing lube to her clit before she had left her room.
It was supposed to take at least ten minutes to kick in and not make her more turned on, just make things feel better when she was touched, but because she was already on fire, the light strokes she was giving herself were driving her crazy, and she needed to stop soon, or she would come at the dinner table.
“Well, thank you all for a lovely meal,” Nia said finally. “Your cards are on the table, and once again, please remember to go through the cards for at least thirty minutes before you do anything else. It’s all part of the process.”
Nia stood then and walked casually into the kitchen like she hadn’t just dismissed a table full of women to go have sex with each other.
Gage stopped touching herself under the table, stood up, probably a little too quickly, and followed her date for the evening to the coffee table, where Jennifer picked up their cards.
“Want to stop by the room?” she asked.
Jennifer followed her eyes, and Gage knew she had to look eager.
Her foot was tapping on the floor, and her hands were shoved deep into the pockets of her jeans as she awaited the answer, hoping that it would be yes.
She didn’t care how it might have looked to Jennifer.
She’d come here for a reason and had paid a lot of money for it, too.
“Maybe later. We can come back out here, if we want, right?”
“Oh. Yeah, okay,” she replied, trying not to sound too disappointed.
She supposed, if they were desperate later and didn’t want to come back out here, she still had her own items she could use if Jennifer was into it.
If not, they could forego toys and take care of it with their fingers or their mouths, which was fine by Gage.
They walked down the hallway, leading all other pairs, and went into Jennifer’s room, neither of them asking each other first which room they’d use for the night.
“Okay. So, the cards,” Jennifer said, holding them up. “We should start there.”
“Right,” she replied and sat down on the bed, pressing her thighs together and wishing Jennifer’s head was between them right now.
“First question is…” Jennifer read and laughed a little before she sat down next to her.
“What ten items would you bring if you were trapped on a desert island? Note that you can bring anything you want, but if you say books, for example, each book counts as an item.” She looked over at Gage and added, “Well, she didn’t say that we couldn’t bring things to escape the island with, so… ”
“Is that what you would do?”
“Probably. I’m a doctor, so I’d bring medical supplies.
Think a first aid kit would count as one item?
If I’m doing that, I’ll just bring a whole medical kit.
That would keep me alive, I think. Then, maybe a ration kit with food and water.
Not sure if that’s cheating, but she didn’t say anything about a kit counting as more than one item.
Then, a raft of some kind, probably, with its own repair kit.
A lighter or matches, too. Matches could get wet, but lighters run out of fuel, so I guess I could always go with the whole rubbing two sticks together thing I learned in Girl Scouts. ”
“You were in Girl Scouts?”
“All the way through high school. Learned a lot there, including how to build a fire and administer first aid, so even if I weren’t a doctor, I’d know the basics. You go. What are some things you’d bring?”
“Honestly, I don’t know. Probably the stuff you said. It sounds good. Also, maybe like a satellite phone or something that can get me rescued without having to use that raft. I saw Cast Away. That volleyball didn’t make it through the waves, and I’m not sure how Tom Hanks did, either.”
Jennifer laughed and said, “True. I guess we shouldn’t limit ourselves, huh?”
“I know I would want something to do while I wait to be rescued, so I’d probably bring a laptop with a solar power brick, or at least, my phone with one. Maybe I can listen to music or read the books I’ve downloaded. If they’re e-books on my phone, that shouldn’t count as multiple items, right?”
“Maybe. I don’t know.” Jennifer shrugged.
“I’d also want to bring my favorite vibe,” Gage added. “That would help pass the time.”
Jennifer laughed again and asked, “A vibrator? Really? You only get ten items.”
“Yes, but I’ve already used one for that satellite phone, and I’ve got the power brick to recharge it. Why not have a little fun in the sun while I wait for the plane to pick me up?”
“Not a bad point,” Jennifer said.
“Now, I know we’re supposed to spend thirty minutes on these things, but I might have done something before dinner that I shouldn’t have…” Gage began.
“What?” Jennifer asked, looking at her in confusion.
“I put this lube on my clit, and it’s very good at making things sensitive.”
“Oh.”
“So, if you’re interested, we could maybe pick the cards back up later and find out if we’re compatible in a different way first.”
Jennifer nodded slowly and replied, “Ah, I see. I don’t think so, Gage.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Honestly, you seem nice, but you’re not really my type.”
“I’m not?”
“No. Nothing against you or anything, but you’re also pretty young, if I had to guess, and I’m, well, not that young.”
“You don’t like younger women?”
“I don’t have a preference either way, but I’ve been getting the vibe from you since last night that you’re interested in something in the fun department, but not in the possible love department. Is that fair, or do I have that wrong?”
“I’m interested in both, like the rest of you,” Gage defended.
“Okay. Well, that’s good. It just seemed like you wanted sex and not the rest of the getting-to-know-you parts. You did just suggest we drop the cards and get right to it.”
“I like sex.”
“So do I. But I also like the getting to know you parts, and I think I want to do more of that this week. Sorry,” Jennifer said.
“That’s okay,” she replied. “I’m not sure I’m down to do the cards, though. I don’t want to be an asshole, but the reason I signed up for this did have something to do with the sex I thought I’d be having nightly. Nothing against you, either.”
“No problem. I could honestly use the night to myself. I rarely get any time to myself when I’m not working and not sleeping, so I won’t take offense if you want to take the night off, too.”
“Okay,” Gage said and stood up. “Well, I guess I’ll say good night and leave you to your alone time.”
“Good night, Gage.”
Jennifer smiled at her then, and it almost looked as if she felt bad for her.
Feeling disappointed and a little frustrated, but not just sexually, Gage left her room and returned to her own, where she grunted in pure sexual frustration this time because that lube was strong stuff.
She opted to take care of that first and found her favorite vibrator before she stripped, flopped onto the bed, and stuck the vibe to her annoyingly needy clit.
“Oh, fuck!”
It didn’t take long. Her orgasm tore through her body almost instantly. She knew she yelled her pleasure probably too loudly, but if she wasn’t having sex with someone else, she was at least going to enjoy getting herself off.
Still wanting more but not from this vibe, she got back up, found a dildo she’d brought with her, and looked around the room.
Finding nothing that would work, she felt like the shower would be her best bet.
The only problem was that the shower was in the bathroom down the hall.
Not feeling like using it the normal way, because she wanted it deep and hard, she knew there was only one way to ensure that for herself.
Gage pulled open her door, checked down the hall, and, seeing no one, she hurried naked into one of the bathrooms where she stuck her suction-cup dildo against the wall in the very fancy bathtub.
Next, not caring at all how that looked, she got on all fours.
This wasn’t really the best angle for her, but she pushed herself back on the dildo and continued to thrust backward and pull herself forward a bit over and over again, filling herself completely and loving every second of it until she came hard.
“Fuck! Fuck!” she yelled, letting all of her sexual frustration out into that orgasm.
Then, she stuck the thing to the lid of the toilet and felt no shame riding it, giving herself what she’d come here for.
She needed this, and she hadn’t come to this damn event expecting to have to use a toilet and a bathtub to get herself off so completely, which was probably adding to her frustration.
She’d expected to have someone else supplying her pleasure nightly, clearly an incorrect expectation on her part, but she wasn’t about to deny herself what she wanted.
When she came down, she lifted herself and heard the pop of the dildo when she felt it falling out.
Feeling just sore enough, she stood up and washed the toy in the sink, taking her time to catch her breath while she did it.
Then, she pulled open the bathroom door and carried the dildo back with her down the hall, where she bumped right into Nia, who stood in front of Gage’s bedroom with her arms crossed over her chest.
“Is something wrong?” she asked, not bothered that she got caught naked.
Hell, at least one woman tonight could check her out, she thought as she stared at Nia, waiting for her to respond, but Nia kept her eyes strictly on Gage’s as if she were trying to relay a message to her by doing so.
“It might seem to some here, Gage, that your intentions for this event aren’t one hundred percent honorable.”
“Sorry?”
“Every woman is here for the possibility of love. That’s my one rule. This event is not all about sex. Are you here for the possibility of love?”
“Yes,” she said. “Why?”
“Because sex is only part of the equation for this event, as I’ve said numerous times, and if you actually want to find someone you could be with beyond just one night, you have to participate in everything.
If not, it’ll just be a self-fulfilling prophecy for you, and you might have ruined the week for the woman or women you could’ve left with.
They’ve all paid for the same experience, but they came here with hope.
You could ruin that. Is that what you want? ”
“No, but what exactly did I do to deserve this lecture?”
“Where’s Jennifer?”
“I assume in her room.”
“But you’re here naked, walking around with a dildo I know isn’t one of mine, and I’m pretty sure I just heard you fucking yourself in the bathroom.”
“Yeah, I got myself off,” she said. “Jennifer wasn’t into it. Is that not allowed? To touch yourself?”
“It’s not been thirty minutes,” Nia said, looking at her watch. “Which means, you didn’t do the cards first.”
“We started to and chose not to finish,” she said, shrugging a bare shoulder.
“I hope that if I were to ask Jennifer, she would agree with you. I won’t, but maybe that’ll give you something to think about. You should be focused on getting ready for what’s to come.”
“Which is?”
“You’ll find out. But only if you’re still here, Gage,” Nia stated and walked right past her.