Love in Disguise

The restaurant wasn’t very crowded, which was certainly something I couldn’t complain about, and the food was delicious. After living on jail food for a month, I savored every bite with intensified pleasure. “It’s good, huh?” Kya asked. I nodded, my mouth full of broiled lobster. I swallowed and said, “You bet it is. I feel like I was locked up in that place for much longer than I actually was.” “I can imagine.” “Being free again makes me appreciate the good things twice as much, if not more.” “Well, I’m certainly not going to miss working in the place, so I can see how you won’t miss living in it.” By the time I got my dessert, I was stuffed. “I’m so full, but this cheesecake is so good that I want to finish every morsel.” Kya laughed. The young waitress came and asked if we were all set. When Kya assured her that we were, she wrote out the check and handed it to Kya. “Since you’re treating me, how much of a tip should I leave?” I asked. “Don’t worry about it,” Kya said as she dropped a few bucks down on the table by the condiments. “You ready?” “Sure,” I said, sliding out of the booth. “It was delicious. Thank you.” Kya smiled, pleased with my satisfaction and gratitude. She escorted me to the car, opening my door for me. She slammed it shut and quickly went around front to her side. There was definitely a light, happy bounce to her steps. “Ready to go to my pad, babe?” she asked with a grin as she inserted the key in the ignition. I nodded. “Good. You’re not nervous, I hope.” “Oh, really nervous, Kya. I’m afraid you might rape me.” We both laughed loudly and heartily. “Think this might turn into a good old-fashioned case of date rape?” she asked with a grin. I looked her right in the eye. “Don’t worry, officer, I won’t file any charges.” We laughed some more. “Do you live in Phoenix?” I asked. “No,” Kya said, shaking her head, “Maricopa.” “Mari what?” “Maricopa.” “Never heard of it.” “It’s about an hour south of Phoenix.” “Damn, you must’ve had a hell of a commute.” “That I did.” “How’d you end up out there?” I asked, gazing at her profile. “I got sick of city life. You know, the crowds, the noise.” “Yes, I know how old that can get. You’re lucky there was an escape for you.” She kept her eyes on the road. “What is it, a small rural town?” She nodded. “Lots of farms. I got myself a ten-acre parcel a few years ago, but no horses yet. It’s beautiful. I hope you’ll like it.” “I’m sure I’ll love it.” “It wouldn’t scare you if you had to be all alone in a house on a big lot in a remote place?” “No, not at all,” I assured her. She kept her eyes on the road as a slow smile spread across her lips. After a while of driving, the houses became further apart and businesses grew scarce. “What beautiful scenery,” I noted with appreciation as I gazed at the mountains around us and the various kinds of cactus. Even a small group of wild horses could be spotted nearby. “Wow, look at that!” I exclaimed. Kya smiled, seeming to enjoy the pleasure I was getting out of seeing what I was seeing. “Quite different from the city, isn’t it?” “Much.” Eventually, we were on dirt roads, sailing past the sage, brush, and cactus. I looked behind me at the wall of dust the car’s back tires kicked up. “I’m amazed you can go this fast on these roads without skidding.” “The dirt’s packed in pretty well,” she said. “They come out here periodically with graders.” Finally, we came upon a gate that Kya got out to unlock and open. After she pulled the car inside, she got back out and relocked the gate. Then we drove down a narrow winding driveway sprinkled with gravel. The house wasn’t what I expected. For some reason, I had expected something older and more weathered. Instead, however, I was looking at a fairly new and modern manufactured home. Kya explained to me that as a single person, she decided to get the smallest model available, which consisted of three bedrooms, two baths, and a very large living room, then had it hauled out to the land. The house was painted blue with white trim. I had just placed my hand on the door handle when a large German Shepherd came running towards us. It was barking quite fiercely yet wagging its tail, suggesting it was simply happy its owner was home. I froze in fear, not knowing how the dog would react to my presence. “Hey, Yogi,” Kya said as she opened her door. The dog’s front feet were suddenly upon Kya’s lap as she patted him vigorously. The dog lapped at her face, then began to stretch across Kya’s lap to sniff at me. Kya noted my fear. “Hey, babe, he won’t hurt you. Look. See how friendly he is?” I relaxed a little. “Yogi wouldn’t hurt anybody that wasn’t trying to break in or hurt me, and now, who may be trying to hurt you as well,” she said, eyeing the dog with affection. I relaxed a little more. Kya looked over at me. “Really, honey. He’ll protect you.” “Yeah?” I said as I dared to pat Yogi on the back of his neck. “He most certainly will,” she assured me. “He looks out for small people. My buddy Kelly is close to my size, but Bri’s closer to yours. When the three of us would go out roaming the land or hiking in the mountains, he’d always hang close to her.” Once we stepped out of the car, I glanced all around me. Yogi was very curious about me and followed my every move. Kya kept a fixed gaze on me. She seemed eager for me to say something. “This is spectacular.” She smiled. It was true, too. In some directions, you could see for up to forty miles or maybe even more. In other directions, you could see layers of breathtakingly beautiful mountains. There were no nearby houses on two sides of the property, but a couple could be seen on the other two sides. They were about four hundred feet away. “Ever see your neighbors?” “Not much,” she said, glancing in the direction of the one to the side of her house. “There’s an older couple living in that one, and then there’s some woman living over there,” she said, pointing to the one behind her house. “As you can see by where the fences are, the back property line runs down close to her place. We met when I put these fences up.” “Wow, you put the fences up yourself?” “Yes, ma’am, I did,” she said with a slight southern drawl. “Impressive.” She smiled. I looked at the square grid fences. “I think she’s a lesbian, too. At least that’s the impression I got.” “Guess it takes one to know one,” I said with a grin. “Yeah, but it really doesn’t matter who’s into what around here as long as they don’t intrude upon this quiet little sanctuary I’ve got going here.” She looked at me, flashed a smile, then motioned me towards the house with the palm of her hand. We passed a little white shed and headed inside, leaving Yogi behind to resume his post as a watchdog. We entered a side door, which put us in the utility area where the washer, dryer, and small bath were. Then we stepped into the living room. Although the house itself was beautiful as well as well-furnished and well-decorated, it was a little messy. Magazines and papers were strewn about the living room, which consisted of a couch, an easy chair, a coffee table, and a couple of end tables. “Want anything to drink?” “No thanks.” I looked around me. “This is nice.” Then, “What’s that?” I asked, motioning towards a corner of the spacious living room. “Oh, that’s my little home gym. It’s a Bowflex,” she said as she kicked her flat beach-like sandals off. Suddenly, I recognized it from the TV commercials I had seen advertising it. “Oh yeah. Does it really build good muscle?” “Well,” she said, spreading her arms out and looking down at her body, “what do you think?” Cords of muscle ran along the length of her arms. It wasn’t too much so as to take away her femininity, but it was also enough to keep her from looking too feminine. Her muscles, combined with her height, would no doubt give most people my size a sense of foreboding if she were angry. “I think I really, really like what I see,” I said with an approving smile. She seemed genuinely pleased to know this as we continued on through the kitchen. It too was a bit cluttered. Crumbs were evident in patches along the countertops. “Sorry, I’m not much of a housekeeper.” I chuckled. We breezed through both of the spare bedrooms. One was a combination guest room/store room with a twin-size bed and a bunch of neatly stacked boxes against the opposite wall. The second spare bedroom housed her computer and printer. “Know anything about computers?” she asked me. “Actually, I know quite a bit.” “Oh, do ya?” I nodded. “What do you use yours for?” “I’m a cop, Sativa. Every cop needs a computer, trust me. Especially when you do most of your work from home.” She sat down in the office chair and reached down towards her shoes. At first, I thought she was about to roll up the hems of her jeans, till I realized that what she was really doing was removing a small pistol from a strap she wore around her ankle that her pant leg had concealed. She put the gun in a desk drawer. Then she set the palms of her hands on her thighs and looked up at me. Lust began to sparkle in her eyes. She licked her lips. “I think we have one more room to check out.” I smiled seductively, knowing full well what was to come. She stood up, once again towering over me. Looking down at me, she motioned me towards the door I was closest to. With her behind me, we entered her bedroom. This room was the neatest in the whole house. I took that to mean she probably spent the least time in it. But if all goes well, I thought to myself, she’ll be spending a little more time in this cozy little room. I glanced towards the master bath, which was off the bedroom, then glanced back towards the king-size bed. The blue floral comforter contrasted nicely with the mauve carpet, which ran throughout the house. I sat at the foot of the bed. Suddenly, a wave of movement startled me. I yelped in surprise. Kya burst out laughing. “Surprised you, huh?” “It sure did! But that’s okay. I love waterbeds.” “Good,” she said. “At least I won’t have to get a new bed.” I stood back up on my feet, surprised to hear that she’d go to such extremes after knowing me for only a month. It also flattered me to know she cared that much about my comfort. She had been standing in a relaxed pose by a long whitewash dresser. She came towards me with a casual stride. “You know, you can say no anytime you’re not in the mood.” “Yes, I am aware of that.” “Just wanted to make sure you were,” she said, gathering me into her arms. I gazed up into her dark eyes. She smiled lovingly, bringing her face towards mine for a sweet, tender kiss. “Mmm,” she said with pleasure. “I’ve been wanting to do this for hours. You don’t happen to be on your period, do you?” “Next week. Are you?” “Nope. I had a full hysterectomy when I was twenty-one.” “Oh.” She peeled off her T-shirt. I kicked off my sandals. She unbuckled her belt. I reached around and unzipped my dress, which she helped slip down my body. Once it fell to the floor, I stepped outside of it and kicked it into the corner to join my sandals. All that was left were my blood-red, lace-trimmed silk bra and panties. By now, Kya was kicking her pants off and removing her black sports bra and black panties. She gazed at me a moment as I did her. Her body, although somewhat boyish in shape and posture, was dynamite. She was all skin, bone, and muscle. “Do you like it rough?” she suddenly asked. I went as still as a snapshot. The question caught me off guard. I had to stop and think of my response. “Well, I’ve never exactly had it rough before, so I don’t know.” We began kissing again, our pleasure rising. Her grip on my shoulders tightened and her lips pressed harder into mine. At first, it only took me higher, but when the pressure increased a little more, I began to feel a little uncomfortable. She sensed my discomfort and pulled back. “Whoa,” I said, trying to catch my breath. “Perhaps I don’t like it that rough.” “Sorry,” she said and quickly resumed kissing me before I could utter another word. This went on for a few moments till I was suddenly pushed onto the foot of the bed. It happened so fast I barely had time to think about the rather firm, quick shove I’d received before she was nudging me back towards the head of the bed with her own body. “Come on, scoot back,” she urged. Sliding back on my butt with Kya holding my long braid out of the way so it wouldn’t get caught underneath me, I slid towards the pillows and rested my head upon one of them as she began to rub herself against me. At first, it felt wonderful. She nudged my thighs apart with her knee. “Spread a little more,” she said, gently slapping my outer thigh as a means of coaxing me. I spread wide and her clit met mine. She rubbed against me slowly, teasingly, sending me straight to heaven. Our wetness kept us from getting any irritation, and as her speed increased, so did my desperation. I wrapped my legs around her waist, running my hands along her back. I held on tightly as she rode me with what was becoming more and more of a fierce determination. The pleasure was slowly crossing the line into the realms of discomfort. “Kya,” I said as I struggled beneath her. She didn’t seem to hear me. “Kya,” I said louder. “You’re pressing down too hard on me.” I placed my palms on her chest and tried to push her back. She still didn’t lighten up. The first tendrils of panic began to unleash themselves as the pressure increased. “Kya!” “Wh-what? Oh. Oh, God, I’m sorry,” she huffed breathlessly as she came to a complete stop. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what got into me.” I lay motionless as the tension that had begun to build in me slowly subsided. “You were getting a little carried away there,” I said as I cupped her firm breasts before playfully giving her rock-hard nipples a little squeeze. “I’m really sorry, babe. I’ll be real gentle from here on out.” “I hope so, because I think the answer to your question is no—I don’t like it rough.” She chuckled. “Ok then.” She kept her word, and we made passionate but gentle love together for what seemed like an eternity. It was truly sensational, and by the time we were finished, the light no longer shone through the slats on the window’s blinds. I stretched my arms up lazily. The full-wave waterbed felt wonderful to lie on, as did the cool, crisp feel of the royal blue satin sheets. We lay in each other’s arms. I enjoyed the feel of her against me. It was nice to finally be able to feel her flesh rather than her clothes. I noticed her breathing had become regular. She had fallen asleep. Although tired, I knew I couldn’t sleep yet myself. I was too wound up due to all the excitement and all that had transpired. At least I was keyed up in a good way, I thought. Things were moving fast, but they were oh, so good. Too good to be true. Don’t think like that, I chastised myself. Suddenly, I realized I was thirsty. I got up and headed for the kitchen. I found myself a can of Diet Coke in the refrigerator and took a sip. It tasted wonderful. Different, too. I glanced down at the can. Well, no wonder. It was vanilla-flavored. Interesting, I thought. A blur of movement stirred in the shadows on the opposite side of the kitchen, which was off the living room. “Yogi. How’d you get in here?” The large dog ignored me and began lapping water from a bowl. It was then that I spotted the doggie door within the back door. The dog finished getting his drink, looked up at me, and headed back outside just as Kya stumbled sleepily out of the bedroom. She was still wonderfully naked. My heart quickened at the sight of her beauty. And she was all mine. Somehow, some way, I had nabbed someone who far exceeded my wildest fantasies. She came towards me, tall, dark, and utterly gorgeous. “Hey, babe.” “Hey, hot stuff. Yogi really shocked me. I was like, Where did you come from? Then I saw the doggie door.” She chuckled. “Yeah, he prefers to come and go as he pleases. You need anything, sweetie?” “No, I just got a little thirsty. Hope you don’t mind,” I said, raising my soda can. “Have anything you want. My house is your house. For now, I think I’ll head back into bed.” It was then that I realized I was more tired than I had given myself credit for. “Think I’ll join you if I can put this on the nightstand.” “Of course.” We headed for the bedroom.