"You could get your wish in just a few short minutes."

"I knew rubbing that lamp would pay off." Well, Zi was certainly eager. The ol' Hana charm really worked aboard ship. If she was one of the officers all decked out in their white uniforms she'd never get any sleep on a week like this one. "This is the stairwell closest to my room," she said, guiding Zi toward it.

Zi was a lithe more serious when she said, "I get the impression you do this often."

"Often enough to make me and a number of other women very happy."

"Don't oversell yourself-I could be disappointed if my expectations are too high."

After Hana stopped laughing, she managed to say, "And do you do this often?"

"As a matter of fact, no." Zi paused on the landing between decks. "I just got out of a relationship and I'm ready to kick it over."

"I'll be happy to help you forget all about her. Anything you'd like." Sometimes being a butch with a sincere desire to make a woman happy had its rewards.

"Believe me, she's easy to forget." Zi resumed their downward journey, one hand gracefully sliding along the handrail. "It's her endless c.r.a.p I want to be sure is out of my head."

"Like what? One more floor down I think." The lower they descended, the narrower the stairwell became and the more rhythmic and noticeable the engines were.

"She never could reconcile being gay and being Asian. Being gay brought shame and dishonor on her family, so she made up for it by practicing being gay as little as possible."

"I don't get it."

"We had good s.e.x for two months, then it was more important to be good girls. She actually thought that her family would accept us as a couple if she told them we were more or less celibate."

"Oh, I get it now. Like some religious nuts say it's okay to be gay as long as you don't have gay s.e.x."

"Bingo. Except her s.h.i.t was all family stuff."

"Right here," Hana said, pointing at her cabin door. She had die key ready. "So you didn't have much s.e.x, I take it."

Zi looked her right in the eye. "I haven't had s.e.x in thirteen months and eleven days."

Hana spared one last pitying thought for Evie. "So, I guess you'd like me to scratch a few itches for you?"

Standing right there in the hallway, her back to Hana's door, Zi reached up and undid her bikini top. She had really beautiful t.i.ts and her nipples were begging for attention. Hana didn't see the need for any further talk.

"That's right, baby," Zi moaned. Hana was all over her, seemingly intent on devouring every inch of Zi in as little time as possible. The kisses almost bruised, and the teeth at her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were almost too rough, but she was certain she was about to get very, very f.u.c.ked and every part of her body was in favor of that. d.a.m.n Yiyi and her constant lectures about being above the base carnality that plagued gay society. d.a.m.n Yiyi for getting Zi's heart all caught up before announcing that the s.e.x had to stop. d.a.m.n Yiyi for making her ashamed that she really liked lesbian s.e.x, and ashamed for all the nights she'd rolled over looking for a cuddle and maybe a fond caress only to be pushed away and, in the morning, scolded for her nymphomania.

A middle of the night f.u.c.k-what was wrong with that between lovers? If she was some kind of nympho she'd have not lasted thirteen days without s.e.x, let alone thirteen months. All that Yiyi had f.u.c.ked was her mind, and right now, with a hot butch on top of her, she wanted the rest of her to get f.u.c.ked so her mind could let Yiyi go.

"Tell me what you want." Hana was kissing her ribs, her stomach.

"I want lesbian s.e.x," Zi said with a laugh. "Lots of it, and right now."

"How about we start with the basics?"

Zi yanked on a handful of Hana's hair, which made Hana grin. "Like what?"

"I lick your c.l.i.t until you scream."

"Okay." Zi felt slightly dizzy. Yiyi, shut up, she thought, annoyed she could hear the remnant of that judgmental, scolding voice.

Then, courtesy of the sinuous touch of Hana's tongue between her legs, Yiyi shut up for good.

Zi dug her nails into Hana's scalp, drawing a groan and a hard tap on her c.l.i.t from Hana's tongue. She wanted to hold Hana's head still and rub her c.l.i.t back and forth across Hana's mouth. It felt fabulous and incredibly real and good and lesbian and queer and female and downright raunchy in the very best way possible.

She arched into Hana's mouth, all of her alive and wanting to go as far as she could feeling just the physical delight of being with another woman. Her writhing brought her quickly to the edge of the narrow bed, her head hanging over the edge while Hana continued to feast on her. I'm gonna pull a muscle or something when I come, she thought distantly, but by then it was all academic-she was coming, and hard, one leg twined around Hana's shoulders and one hand still yanking on Hana's hair.

She was still gasping when Hana dragged her back on top of the bed. Zi made a show of trying to evade her.

"Vixen." Hana flattened Zi with her body. "Am I going to have to tie you up to keep you where I want you?"

"You wish. You travel with that kind of gear?"

Hana got a very s.e.xy, very c.o.c.ky grin and Zi wanted to swoon. In her experience there wasn't a butch walking who didn't fancy herself a top, and if Hana wanted to play, Zi wasn't going to resist. The first two weeks with what's-her-name had been full of all sorts of fun. Then the guilt had arrived and the toys had disappeared.

She was unceremoniously rolled over onto her tummy as Hana pushed her arms over her head and wrapped something silky and strong around her wrists. Once again, Hana used her body to flatten Zi into the bed.

"I'm guessing you can probably rip that open, vixen, but it's your own bikini you'll be ruining if you do." Hana began a slow grinding motion on Zi's a.s.s. "You want to party like this?"

Being small, most people underestimated her in a number of ways. Zi hooked one foot behind Hana's knee, then quickly flexed up with her shoulders as she rolled to her hip. Hana practically bounced off the wall as Zi settled onto her back. Varsity wrestling had proven useful in more than just the ring.

"You're a tiger," Hana said appreciatively.

Zi planted her high heels into the low footboard and extended her arms over her head. "Now I'm ready to party."

Hana ran a lazy hand down Zi's torso, smoothing her skin and tweaking her nipples. A light ma.s.sage of her neck followed, and when a finger wandered too near her mouth, Zi bit it, drawing a laugh from Hana. "Okay, you want to get f.u.c.ked. I get the message. You don't have to mark me."

"Meow," Zi said, wrinkling her nose.

Hana got off the bed to fumble in the bottom dresser drawer. Drawing out a small black bag, she unzipped it and smiled at the contents. "Based on my examination, you're a medium girl." She held up a sleek, ungrooved toy. "Pink suits you."

"And who says butches don't care about fashion?"

Hana was stepping into a harness mainly comprised of thin straps that made her a.s.s look fantastic. "I think you're going to look great with your hair in that just-f.u.c.ked style."

"Talk, talk, talk."

"You are really asking for it, baby."

"Are you finally figuring that out?"

Hana unhooked Zi's sandals and tossed them aside. "I don't want a stiletto in my back, thank you."

Zi stretched her bound wrists over her head again, not laughing anymore, and neither was Hana. There wasn't anything but l.u.s.t between them, and Zi's focus narrowed to the feeling of Hana fitting the head of her c.o.c.k right where Zi wanted it so badly.

"d.a.m.n, you're hot," Hana whispered as she pushed forward, opening Zi with a long, steady glide inside. "Feel that, baby? It's just the beginning. Want it so bad you going to stop giving me att.i.tude?"

"If you want me to moan, give me something to moan about-oh yeah, that's better."

Hana moved faster as she wrapped her hands around Zi's upper arms. "There you go. You feel it now. You wanted it, you got it."

"I want it bad," Zi managed to say. "You're right, I do want it bad. f.u.c.k me with that thing, and don't stop."

"That thing is my c.o.c.k, baby, just your size, just what you want."

Zi arched up to nip at Hana's lower lip. "You're right, that's what I want. I want you to f.u.c.k me until you can't breathe."

Hana said something, but Zi heard it as gibberish. The words didn't matter when Hana's intent was so clear. Her arms kept Zi pinned to the bed while her hips pushed that wonderful c.o.c.k into her hard, steady, fast, and nothing in Hana's face said she planned to stop. Ever.

When she came the first time, Hana didn't even pause. With a shared groan, it was on to the next climb, the next plateau, then the next surge to another climax, then another. At some point Zi knew she'd never been done like this before. She'd wanted some hot, no strings s.e.x, and that was just exactly what she was getting.

"I'm not going to stop, baby," Hana kept saying, and then Zi realized she had been begging Hana not to stop. Thirteen months since she'd felt so alive. For a little while she'd almost believed she ought to be ashamed for enjoying everything her body could feel, but no more.

She wasn't sure who actually stopped first. Hana was panting, and their sweat-slicked bodies were burning hot from the friction. Zi was too high to feel it yet, but she knew tomorrow her thighs would be very, very sore. She was going to feel this for days. Oh yeah.

Somewhere she found a half smile. She hoped she sounded less s.e.x-fogged than she felt. "Is that... Is that all you got?"

Never let the woman get out of bed still hungry. That was Hana's cardinal rule, and if Zi wasn't done, then Hana wasn't either. Her shoulders were screaming, and she felt a not-good trembling in her hips. She couldn't ask for a rest. What if Zi implied to Evie that she had wanted more and Hana had been too wiped out to oblige? Evie would never let her forget it. Bag the babe and make her happy. She couldn't admit she'd met a babe she couldn't satisfy.

"Nah, baby, that was just foreplay."

She poured more lube over Zi's red, luscious c.u.n.t. d.a.m.n, the lube practically steamed on contact. The pink c.o.c.k looked tired.

"Let's go baby," Zi said. "Let's set a record."

"I have a surprise for you then." Hana eased the pink toy out of the O-ring and reached for the next largest, which wasn't just wider, but also heavier. Lube, lots of lube, and she got back on top of Zi, who gave an appreciative wiggle.

"Oh, did you get out the big gun for me?"

Hana gave a little push and really liked the way Zi's eyes glazed slightly. "Put your legs around my waist."

Okay, that turned out to be a mistake, because as they found a rhythm again, the weight of Zi's legs just added to the trembling muscles in her a.s.s and back. She wished in the worst way she'd looked at the clock when they'd begun because she had no idea if it had been thirty minutes or an hour. All she knew was that Zi was coming for like the twentieth time. The bed was getting soaked and her arms were getting tired.

Hang on, she told herself. Hang on, maybe this will be the last. f.u.c.k her harder, she wants it. Oh yeah, big bad butch that you are ... give it to her.

Even as she told herself to go faster, she felt herself slowing.

She felt like she had the last time she'd tried a 10K run. The wall. She'd never hit the wall during s.e.x before. Was she getting old? d.a.m.n, Hana, idiot! f.u.c.k the girl. Don't stop.

She summoned what strength she had left for a half-dozen more plunges. Sappho, she pleaded, Sappho, please be the patron G.o.ddess of butches and make her come.

Zi gave a funny little cry and Hana didn't dare hope this meant something different. But maybe it did, because she was shaking all over and then went a very satisfying kind of limp.

Hana collapsed on top of her, breathing hard and praying for a rest. She could do more. She could try. d.a.m.n, she felt drained.

Zi said something into Hana's hair, but Hana didn't catch it.

"Huh, baby? Want some more? Plenty more where that came from."

"No," Zi said. "I just want you to get off of me for a minute so I can breathe."

"Oh." Hana flopped over onto her back in the small s.p.a.ce between Zi and the wall. "Only for a minute, then I'm really going to f.u.c.k you silly."

Zi laughed and sat up. Her wrists were free and she held up her bikini top. "No damage."

"You're not going to put it on, are you?"

"Not yet. Five minutes."

"That all?"

"I'm meeting Felicia for dinner."

"Well, we have five minutes, then." Hana started to move, but Zi was suddenly on top of her, weight spread out.

"I think that'll be enough."

"You want to ride me for a while?" I could just lay here and play with her t.i.ts, Hana thought. She wouldn't have to know I'm totally wasted.

"No," Zi said. Then Hana felt Zi's hand sliding past the harness. "I want to f.u.c.k you."

"Oh-it's okay-oh hot d.a.m.n."

"d.a.m.n hot is more like it. Baby, your p.u.s.s.y is on fire."

Zi was going inside her and it felt really, really good. Hana usually didn't go for this, preferring to hold on to the high in a kind of Tantric sort of thing, but Zi was doing something very right. Being held down like this wasn't at all a bad thing. She couldn't have pushed Zi off if she'd wanted to, but that was beside the point. Zi was a totally aggressive femme type who still liked a butch on top most of the time. She was a secure enough butch to let Zi think she was running things for a little while.

The itch inside, where Zi was f.u.c.king her, got stronger, and Hana found herself spreading her legs even more, even arching her hips to really feel every stroke. Smooth, steady, even, but deep. Bracing one foot, Hana arched to meet the thrusts.

"That's right, baby, you f.u.c.ked me just about senseless, and it's time for you to get some back. You like that?"

The next push was particularly deep and Hana used the last of her energy to lift her hips again. "Yeah, I like it. Just the way I liked shoving my c.o.c.k into you for an hour."

"Did you like me coming for you, over and over, getting you all wet and hot?"

"Oh, d.a.m.n... d.a.m.n, baby..." She had thought her muscles too weak to spasm the way they did, but Zi held on until their rocking had slowed.

"I'm glad you liked that," Zi said after a minute. She gave Hana a kiss, then stood up next to the bed to on put her swim-suit. "G.o.d, I'm starved. Free champagne at dinner, too. Do you have a T-shirt I could borrow? It's freezing out there."

"Top drawer, mine are on the left."

"White one okay?"

"Sure." Trying not to look numb, Hana watched Zi pull the shirt over her head. "Five minutes up?"

"Only needed three. See you around, babe. It's been a h.e.l.l of a lot of fun."