clear. Fingers flying over the keyboard, she was quickly immersed in the data stream, functioning on a subconscious level, guided by the intuitive logic leaps that only the master hackers ever attained. She was on the trail of her quarry, and she was close.
———
Mitch looked around the small dark empty apartment that was just down the hall from Sandy’s. “I’ll be fine here tonight.”
“There’s no furniture. “ Sandy tugged his arm toward the door. “What are you gonna do, crash on the floor?”
“I’ll get a few things tomorrow. I won’t need that much.”
“Fuck that. You’re sleeping at my place.”
Ignoring the fact that he’d never won an argument with Sandy yet, Mitch was too tired to argue. It had been nerve-wracking being out in public with Sandy, even though they had hung out in the Tenderloin around 13th and Locust where just about anything goes. No one had seemed to pay them any attention as they’d walked around, Mitch with his arm around Sandy’s waist, her with a thumb hooked over his belt in the back. Despite their apparent anonymity, that was only part of the problem. For three hours, Sandy had been all over him, and it was driving him crazy.
She rubbed her hand up and down his back while they walked, squeezed his butt from time to time, and sidled up to him when they stopped to look in the window of a video store, her pelvis pressed to his hip, her breasts against his arm, her fingers stroking his abdomen just above his pants. When they ended the evening in a neighborhood bar because Sandy had said it would be good for them to be seen together, she’d practically climbed into his lap. All of which had left his nerves shattered and his body screaming for relief.
Much more of anything from her and he was going to come out of his skin.
“Okay, fine,” Mitch conceded as they walked down the short dingy hall and into the startling warm oasis of Sandy’s apartment. “I’ll crash on your floor. At least it’s clean.”
Sandy regarded him steadily. “You can sleep with me.”
“I can’t.” Mitch’s voice was low, nearly mournful.
“Why not?”
“Sandy, for God’s sake.” Jesus, she never makes anything easy. “I’m gay.”
“No foolin’.” Sandy’s smile when she looked back at the handsome drag king was oddly tender. “So? Can’t you be good?”
“Usually.” Mitchell blew out a frustrated breath, rubbing at the restraining ace on her chest. I want you to touch me so bad. If you’re next to me… “But not tonight. I’m so wound up…I…I just don’t think I can.”
“Well, I’m not worried, Dell.” Sandy took a step closer, which in the tiny room brought them within touching distance. “And I’m not scared.”
Mitchell’s heart tripled-timed. “Well, I am.”
“Does that hurt?” Sandy asked with concern, pointing to Mitchell’s chest. “You’ve been rubbing it.”
“Itches.”
Sandy took Mitchell’s hand. “Come over here and sit down.”
“Sandy…”
“Be quiet, Dell,” Sandy said as she put both hands on Mitchell’s shoulders and gently forced her down on the edge of the sofa bed. Then she knelt between Mitchell’s legs and reached for the bottom of the white T-shirt. Her belly brushed the leather between Mitchell’s thighs.
“I’m so turned on,” Mitchell confessed in a whisper. “You’re making me so nuts, I can’t stand it.”
“Good.”
When Sandy pulled the shirt from her pants, Mitchell closed her eyes and leaned back on her elbows, unable to do anything but surrender. Her stomach was in knots, her skin on fire, her clitoris full and hard and pounding. Whatever this was, whatever this wasn’t—no matter what anyone said—she needed it. Needed Sandy’s small hands on her, needed that warm mouth…
“Oh Jesus,” Mitchell moaned as Sandy leaned forward and kissed her abdomen. “Your lips are so soft.”
“Mmm, so’s your skin,” Sandy murmured, licking a circle around the tight navel. Her
———
Mitch looked around the small dark empty apartment that was just down the hall from Sandy’s. “I’ll be fine here tonight.”
“There’s no furniture. “ Sandy tugged his arm toward the door. “What are you gonna do, crash on the floor?”
“I’ll get a few things tomorrow. I won’t need that much.”
“Fuck that. You’re sleeping at my place.”
Ignoring the fact that he’d never won an argument with Sandy yet, Mitch was too tired to argue. It had been nerve-wracking being out in public with Sandy, even though they had hung out in the Tenderloin around 13th and Locust where just about anything goes. No one had seemed to pay them any attention as they’d walked around, Mitch with his arm around Sandy’s waist, her with a thumb hooked over his belt in the back. Despite their apparent anonymity, that was only part of the problem. For three hours, Sandy had been all over him, and it was driving him crazy.
She rubbed her hand up and down his back while they walked, squeezed his butt from time to time, and sidled up to him when they stopped to look in the window of a video store, her pelvis pressed to his hip, her breasts against his arm, her fingers stroking his abdomen just above his pants. When they ended the evening in a neighborhood bar because Sandy had said it would be good for them to be seen together, she’d practically climbed into his lap. All of which had left his nerves shattered and his body screaming for relief.
Much more of anything from her and he was going to come out of his skin.
“Okay, fine,” Mitch conceded as they walked down the short dingy hall and into the startling warm oasis of Sandy’s apartment. “I’ll crash on your floor. At least it’s clean.”
Sandy regarded him steadily. “You can sleep with me.”
“I can’t.” Mitch’s voice was low, nearly mournful.
“Why not?”
“Sandy, for God’s sake.” Jesus, she never makes anything easy. “I’m gay.”
“No foolin’.” Sandy’s smile when she looked back at the handsome drag king was oddly tender. “So? Can’t you be good?”
“Usually.” Mitchell blew out a frustrated breath, rubbing at the restraining ace on her chest. I want you to touch me so bad. If you’re next to me… “But not tonight. I’m so wound up…I…I just don’t think I can.”
“Well, I’m not worried, Dell.” Sandy took a step closer, which in the tiny room brought them within touching distance. “And I’m not scared.”
Mitchell’s heart tripled-timed. “Well, I am.”
“Does that hurt?” Sandy asked with concern, pointing to Mitchell’s chest. “You’ve been rubbing it.”
“Itches.”
Sandy took Mitchell’s hand. “Come over here and sit down.”
“Sandy…”
“Be quiet, Dell,” Sandy said as she put both hands on Mitchell’s shoulders and gently forced her down on the edge of the sofa bed. Then she knelt between Mitchell’s legs and reached for the bottom of the white T-shirt. Her belly brushed the leather between Mitchell’s thighs.
“I’m so turned on,” Mitchell confessed in a whisper. “You’re making me so nuts, I can’t stand it.”
“Good.”
When Sandy pulled the shirt from her pants, Mitchell closed her eyes and leaned back on her elbows, unable to do anything but surrender. Her stomach was in knots, her skin on fire, her clitoris full and hard and pounding. Whatever this was, whatever this wasn’t—no matter what anyone said—she needed it. Needed Sandy’s small hands on her, needed that warm mouth…
“Oh Jesus,” Mitchell moaned as Sandy leaned forward and kissed her abdomen. “Your lips are so soft.”
“Mmm, so’s your skin,” Sandy murmured, licking a circle around the tight navel. Her
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