All the Wrong Places.

Karin Kallmaker.

Brandy Monsoon is looking for love. Since there's never a shortage of casual playmates at the tropical resort where she works, most of the time she gets it, too. And if Brandy tires of the perpetually curious a but primarily straight a women, there's always her best friend Tess for a friendly encounter...

When an all-lesbian tour group arrives for a week, Brandy is sure she'll be in paradise on earth. Among the guests is lesbian celebrity comic Celine Griffin, who has an obvious interest in an after-dinner Brandy. Celine and Brandy do find explosive pleasure together, --so why does Brandy feel as if that's no longer enough for happiness?

With days and nights so delicious... who cares about tomorrow?.

Chapter One.

"Now lace your fingers behind your left calf and stretch those toes toward the crown of your head." I kept my tone in the blended range between soothing and energized. Experience had taught me one could be too perky at nine a.m. for people on vacation.

There were nearly twenty for Morning Stretch, a good turnout for a Sat.u.r.day morning. Most would be heading home in a few hours after their week of Florida sun, food and activities, but one last stretch in the cool, early-morning air was a popular event. For many it was a last chance to enjoy the shadiest portion of the private Sanibel Island beach while it was still quiet.

"Now the other side, and count slowly to ten." I felt a twinge in my knee and eased up on the pressure. A glance at the partic.i.p.ants told me most were following form. Tomorrow it would be nothing but first-timers, but that was part of the fun of my job. There were always new faces.

Through my lashes I watched the palm fronds overhead move easily in the light breeze. The sky was an endless pale blue this morning and the sun had not yet risen over the resort buildings. It was cool and peaceful. The only other time of day I liked more was first light on a golf course.

A minor commotion made me look up again and I quickly hid a smile. The late arrival was Paige, a woman I had been exchanging glances with since her arrival last Sat.u.r.day. Paige- oh no, or was it Penny, penny for your thoughts? Paige, like a book, I recalled. When you meet as many new people as I do, mnemonics are useful. It was a trick I'd learned from my father, and one of the few things of his for which I had any use at all.

Paige, like a book, had no trouble with the inner thigh stretches, and I seriously doubted she was unaware that her mat was turned so I could see just how flexible her legs were. Bronzed, fit, generously curved with thick curls of sandy blonde hair-Paige was my type. But then, as my best friend Tess would say, all women seem to be my type.

Paige really only had one drawback as a potential playmate, and that was the boyfriend with whom she had arrived. Scuttleb.u.t.t was he'd proposed two nights ago, but there was no sign of a ring and he hadn't seemed all that happy when I'd caught a glimpse of him slamming serves on the tennis court.

"Take your left elbow in your right hand and stretch, gently, over your head. That's it! Just think how many of these exercises you can do sitting at your desk at work."

"Sure, Brandy." The woman nearest to me, whose name I'd never picked up, was always good for a wisecrack. "Like I'll remember how to put my left heel over my right shoulder while I press down through my inner left hip and relax my right pinky."

I chuckled. "It's not that bad. Whatever feels good you'll remember. It's time to breathe and relax. Knowing how to truly relax is very important to our well-being. Let's all stretch out on our mats."

For a minute there was only the sound of surf on the sand. I fought a yawn. I hadn't been up that late but morning had still seemed to arrive early for a Sat.u.r.day in April.

Paige, like a book, was the last to rise from her mat when I called a close to the cla.s.s. The white swimsuit she wore was barely covered by a crimson beach cover-up. She smiled at me, her eyebrows making suggestions as they had all week, then she turned to pick up her mat. The view was very nice, very nice indeed. It was a real pity about the boyfriend.

"Who's joining me for Body Pump?" Tess, looking as bright and cheerful as the light sparkling across the offsh.o.r.e white-caps, gestured in the direction of Club Sandzibel's fitness center.

I don't know how she managed to look so wide awake when she'd probably closed the bar the night before. She'd told me that the new bartender, Jean-Paul, seemed fun, and there was no reason to think she hadn't explored some possibilities with him.

"Hey, Brandy," she said to me as she bounced happily on the b.a.l.l.s of her feet. "I need to show you the new Bosu lunges. Better for inner thigh work and easier for first-timers."

"I'll be along in just a bit then." I checked the area to ensure the mats were back in their covered storage container and that all the guests seemed content. Of course, this meant I eventually had to make eye contact with Paige.

"Must you go so soon?" She spoke with a soft drawl that was musical but not cloying.

"You'll be going soon, for good." I waved at Tess, who gave me a knowing wink as she left. I watched her blonde ponytail sway against her back, then turned back to Paige.

"I've had a wonderful week. There are plenty of reasons to come back here. The setting, the great food... the wonderful staff." With that she gave me the same, almost involuntary once-over that had sent a wicked jolt down my spine last Sat.u.r.day, when she had arrived.

I'd been working at Club Sandzibel for two years, and it was Tess who had first told me that some of the guests presumed the staff were available for private romping, and that was why they chose a resort oriented toward younger, more active guests and staffed with younger, more active personnel. Management denied any pressure at all, and there was even training on how to graciously refuse an overture. But higher-ups also clearly said that activities carried out while we were off duty were not of concern unless other guests were made in any way uncomfortable by them.

I wondered how uncomfortable Paige's boyfriend would be if Paige and I hopped back to my quarters for an hour. The idea had appeal, though I wasn't sure why. When I'd first started working at the resort I'd been like a d.y.k.e at a softball game. So many women, so little time. But the allure of straight-but-looking-for-thrills Paiges had paled along the way.

I gave Paige a long look, though. The fact that she was in the mood and so was I made a.n.a.lyzing whys and wherefores less important at the moment. Something about her appealed. She had sought me out and as far as I was concerned, her actions and conscience were her own business. But, I remembered, time was short and I had places I needed to be.

"Is there someplace we could talk for a few minutes? I know you have to go to the next cla.s.s."

"Why don't you walk over to Body Pump with me?" If she wanted to make some sort of confused declaration then I could make time to listen. But there wasn't time for anything else, at least, not the way I liked to do it.

A walk wasn't what she had in mind, but she fell into step and I caught the complicated scent of a lilac blend that I'd noticed before around her. She was perhaps four inches taller than me, but then so is most of the world when you're five-two.

During the walk to Adult Fitness I changed my mind. Maybe it was because she was leaving. Maybe it was because from the moment she'd arrived she'd looked at me like I could teach her more than aerobics and stretching. Maybe it was because she smelled good and it was still early on a glorious spring morning. What was it Tess had said on my birthday? That when she'd been twenty-six she wished she'd noticed the mornings more. At nearly thirty-two, Tess claimed time was already making her hate first light-that is, when she was lucid enough to see it.

Paige followed me past the gathering of Bosu ball devotees and into the gym. The TV at one end was blaring CNN talking heads while the opposite monitor was competing with equally loud MTV. Clanging weight machines added to the cacophony. I stopped for a sip of water to fight down a nervous flutter. My throat was suddenly dry. My crotch was not.

I think if she hadn't looked a little bit vulnerable, like she really didn't do this sort of thing all the time, I might have turned back to Tess's cla.s.s. But Paige seemed hesitant, as if she'd gotten this far on bravado and a good flirtatious line, not practice.

"We can get some more towels from the supply room." I led the way.

"Staff only," she read on the sign.

"We make the occasional exception." My tone was not as light as I had hoped. I swiped my pa.s.s card with all the nonchalance I could muster and opened the door for her.

It was her choice then. She knew at a minimum we would do some heavy petting if we both moved to the other side of the door. She gazed at me for a moment, then swallowed hard. She said something I couldn't quite hear over the music.

"What?"

She leaned closer and I realized that the taut outline of her nipples was visible through the suit and the light cover-up. "I don't have a lot of time."

Performance pressure, great, I thought, but she'd already gone inside the little room. Just as the door swung shut I found the light switch. I had it barely locked when I felt her hands on my shoulders.

"I don't know why I'm doing this," she said.

I surely didn't know why she was doing it either, but my heart was pounding. My reasons were about mood and need, that simple. I wanted to feel a woman against me, listen to her voice. I wanted to get my fingers wet.

"Are you sure?" Her eyes, a cloudy deep brown, were saying yes, but I needed to hear it. "I can unlock the door."

"I'm sure. I've always wondered..."

Our hands began to wander. I loved the feel of her hips under my palms. "Wondered what?" I nuzzled at her throat and inhaled the sweet scent of her hair. "Wondered what being f.u.c.ked by a woman would feel like?"

Her skin jumped under my hands and I felt more confident knowing that I'd read her correctly. It was only then that I realized I had hoped she was somewhat experienced, because the thought of being touched by a woman was what had been circling my mind for the last few minutes. In my early days here, however, I'd learned that inexperienced straight women usually had no clue how to truly pleasure themselves, let alone another woman. Giving "feel that G-spot" lessons had ceased to be fun.

But I wouldn't say no at this point. It was all d.y.k.e ego, and I could live with the idea that there would be plenty of times when a guy would try his best and she'd think longing thoughts of the red-haired babe named Brandy at the resort, the one who had made her feel things she'd never felt before and hadn't felt since.

She was nodding while her hands stilled on my shoulders. She let me push her gently back against the heavy shelving where towels were stacked. My thigh went between her legs and we began to move to the pounding rhythm of the music that seeped under the locked door.

Her swimsuit was no challenge. I moved it out of my way, making room for my fingers and my mouth. She ground against my hip with a hiss as I stroked both nipples. They were erect and firm, and responded further to my tongue circling first one then the other.

I lifted my head to look into her eyes as I squeezed the reddened points. Her eyes widened as I increased the pressure to a pinch and she nodded, her mouth slightly open in surprise.

I kissed her throat while I teased and played with her nipples. She responded with more of her weight on my thigh, jerking against me to the beat of the music. I wanted her on my own rhythm, so I leaned away to study her eyes again.

Her hands had been pa.s.sive on my shoulders, so I lifted one to the shelf support over her head. "I want you to hold on. Can you do that?"

"Yes," she breathed. She automatically brought her other hand up so both hands were firmly gripping the heavy metal frame. My fingers went back to her nipples with a sharp tug and she moaned loudly.

Her eyes were slightly glazed as I brushed her face with my hands. "It's all in the touch. We're not going to do anything you don't want."

"Okay... okay." She sounded nervous again.

"So you've wondered what it would be like. How is it so far?"

She nearly cracked a smile, which had been my intention. "So far, so good."

I pushed my thigh hard against her wet crotch and her responsive gasp sent a thrill of pure fire down my back. Maybe I wasn't going to get touched in return, but feeling her move for me was already the highlight of the last month. "Just good?"

She nodded, and s.e.xy, flirtatious Paige was suddenly back. "So far just good."

I arched an eyebrow. She gave me a look that said she dared me to try for more and I rose happily to the challenge. Another sharp tug at her nipples brought her focus back to her body, then I possessively grasped her by the waist, holding her still on my thigh.

"Nothing you don't want," I repeated.

She nodded frantically and tipped her hips up as I slid my hands under the back of her bikini bottoms to cup her supple a.s.s. Soft skin over rock-hard muscle was just fine to hold and we began to move again, this time to the pace that I set.

"Do you want this?"

"Yes. I don't... have much time."

I didn't need the reminder. "Slow and sweet takes time, so we'll skip it. Is that okay?"

She whispered something as she arched her back and I asked her to say it again. Her cheeks reddened and her drawl was more p.r.o.nounced. "I'm not here for slow and sweet."

"Tell me what you want." The air was close and musty and we were both starting to perspire. Her body felt increasingly hot against mine, bringing out a burning itch to say sweaty, hard words and finish like rockets. "You know you want to say it."

"Put your hand there."

"That's not what you want to say." I bit her lower lip as I squeezed her a.s.s, hard. "What do you want?"

Her eyes were gleaming with desire as she looked down at our sweating bodies. "Make love to me."

"We're not making love here. We're strangers and we're going to have s.e.x and walk away from each other. Isn't that it? Don't you want to get off with a strange woman? It's so forbidden, isn't it? It's s.h.i.tty and wicked and it's going to feel so unbelievably good. This isn't about love, so say it."

She tightened her grip on the shelving, making her b.r.e.a.s.t.s taut against mine. "Yes, that's what I want. I want to get f.u.c.ked by you, so f.u.c.k me-"

She sucked in her breath as I pulled the slick crotch of her bikini bottoms to one side and cupped her swollen c.u.n.t. Very few things ever felt this good to me, the combination of slippery skin and the one hard knot of engorged nerves. It had been a while since anything had felt that wonderful to my hand and I played with it all, dizzied by the hard throb between my own legs and the rising music of Paige's moans.

I went back to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s with my other hand while I enjoyed her writhing on my fingers and thigh. She was gasping little words-good and please and more-while I teased and further reddened her nipples.

"You are so hot, so f.u.c.king hot," I said, raising my voice to be sure she heard me. If we'd had more time I would have played more, let us both get higher, but quick was going to get her there. "f.u.c.king hot and hot to f.u.c.k. Let's get this party started, baby."

My hand was covered with her excitement and one finger slipped easily inside her. She didn't have to moan "more" for me to arch my hand and shove two inside her, hard. With lube and lots of foreplay she might take more but right now two was plenty.

She ground down on my hand with a yelp the music hopefully covered. "That feels so good-harder! Just f.u.c.k me!"

I used my thigh behind my hand to give her what she wanted, grinning wildly because I'd found her G-spot, and the way her body was responding told me I might be the first. Everything was getting wetter and tighter as we strained against each other.

"Is this what you wanted?" I punctuated my words with hard strokes inside her. Lilac mingled with the scent of s.e.x and she felt so very good against me.

She met every thrust. "Yes! More ..."

"Don't let go. Hold on while I f.u.c.k you off your feet, just hold on."

My other hand went between her legs and two fingers slid to either side of her c.l.i.t. Her cry might have been audible over the music, but then she was holding her breath. Her G-spot was suddenly very wet and rough and then her legs jerked.

She went rigid against me and then Paige, like a book, like a woman, Paige knew what she wanted. Her gaze locked with mine and she said through gritted teeth, "Don't... stop. Don't you f.u.c.king dare stop."

I didn't.

A few minutes later, after soft words and smooches, and mutual a.s.surances that it had been unexpected and wonderful, we awkwardly peeled our bodies apart. It was a good thing we had plenty of towels at hand, but the gym had no showers.

Paige's drawl had a slow, lazy edge to it now. "I've never-I mean, I got so wet, I didn't know I'd do that."

"It's okay," I rea.s.sured her. "That's what you're supposed to do when everything gets touched the right way." She was flushed and I was doing inner cartwheels at the stunned look that remained in her eyes. She wasn't trying to retreat under a cool, sophisticated guise, as if what had just happened was just another pa.s.sable o.r.g.a.s.m in a long line of them.

With a stammer, she admitted, "I've read about it. I mean- I just didn't think I had a... "

"G-spot?" I caught myself before I teed off on the inferior skills of her previous lovers. Instead, I mildly said, "You do, honey. Believe me, you do."

"I can't go out like this. I-well." She blushed. "You know."

Her legs were sticky and fragrant. For that matter, so was my thigh. Two conditions I loved if there was time to do things all over again. "The people in the gym are only smelling their own sweat. Why don't we take a dip in the pool? It's a big pool, with lots of chlorine."

She nodded, still delightfully pink across her neck and shoulders. "Last one in is a-"

She didn't have to finish the sentence. I unbolted the door and we dashed around the row of elliptical trainers and out the door. She had her sandals off in no time, but I had to get out of my trainers. But it was still only a half-minute before we both were luxuriating in the deepest of the resort's pools.