Dudek

Chapter One

Three Years Ago

Jesus! This woman is making me crazy. Alana Dudek hung at the pinnacle, straining. She needed to orgasm. Please, she begged.

Oh my. Micky Akers, the curvaceous blonde woman above her shifted her fingers just enough to send a new flutter of sensation along Alana’s spine. "Begging?

Alana’s back bowed higher, the muscles already as tight as steel bands. Yes, Alana rasped out helplessly. Her whole body was quivering. Please.

Well, let’s see what I can do about that, Micky whispered on a soft breath, then proceeded to drive Alana quickly over the top and into the most intense orgasm she ever experienced.

Several minutes passed before Alana was able to draw her first full breath. She struggled to move, rolling onto her side where she met the most beautiful pair of hazel eyes she’d ever seen. She smiled and ran her hand softly over Micky’s stomach. The muscles under her fingers tensed and quivered, and Alana lifted her body to slide on top of her. She watched as Micky’s hazel eyes deepened to chocolate then kissed her full, sensuous lips until they were both breathing heavily. She kissed a trail down Mickey’s neck, stopping for tiny bites and licks until she reached the soft inner curve of her full breast.

Micky’s moans were deep now, and she moved restlessly under her. Alana placed a quick kiss on her nipple and felt it immediately harden between her lips. This woman was so responsive. She gloried in the power it gave her. She felt Mickey’s hand at the back of her head pulling her tightly against her, both offering and wanting more. Alana obliged her by devouring her breast, licking, kissing, sucking, and biting her nipple.

Micky continued to writhe, her gasps and moans turning into whimpers as Alana journeyed down her torso, discovering, then lingering at each spot that caused her to inhale sharply or gasp in delight. You are so soft, she murmured, as she circled her navel with her tongue. She hummed happily when Micky’s shoulders jerked off the bed. She eased down her body, skirting the soft triangle of blonde hair to place a kiss on her inner thigh. She could smell her rich, fragrant aroma, and it made her head swim. Intoxicating. She was lost in how utterly soft the skin of her thigh was, until strong fingers wrapped themselves in her hair and tugged urgently. Time to move on to the ultimate prize. She parted the slick folds and found a flood awaiting her. Running two fingers through the wetness she found her wide open and ready. Her clit was hard and pulsing, begging to be touched.

Micky’s hips lifted in supplication, her whimpers growing loud, morphing into a guttural plea. She’s glorious, Alana thought. All flushed with need and so ready. She massaged her gently, loving the feel of her beneath her fingers. Micky’s hips lifted high now, conveying what she needed. Alana drove two fingers into her in one full, hard stroke, claiming her. Micky grunted.

You okay? she asked as she quickly withdrew. Alana often forgot how powerful her hands were. She was apprehensive, not knowing if it was pain or need that made her grunt.

Ye...yes. Mickey’s voice was breathless.

Alana stroked into her again, but not as far or as hard. Her heart ached to think she’d hurt her. That alone was shocking. Most times Alana chose women she knew would welcome a bout of hard and fast sex. But she hadn’t chosen this woman. She’d been chosen. So she needed to keep her head, and pay attention to how Micky was feeling.

Come on, give it to me, Micky growled from above her. I want to feel your fingers tickle my tonsils.

Alana wasn’t convinced, but Micky dug fingers into her arm and roughly pulled her back inside. She pumped her hips rapidly onto Alana’s fingers, setting her own rhythm. Alana brushed her concerns aside as Micky continued to ride her hand hard. She pulled Micky’s hand off her arm, where she was sure she would be bruised, and settled between her legs on her knees. She silenced Micky’s whimper with a kiss and took control again.

Let me do this for you, baby, she rasped, and plunged into her. The resulting gasp was of no concern. She was sure of that now. She set a fast tempo, bumping her clit on each thrust until she felt Micky nearing the top. She backed off then and varied her thrusts, keeping her off balance and needy for release. When she felt Micky climbing again, she stopped to suck a nipple into her mouth, capturing it between her teeth before resuming her thrusts.

Micky moaned and her hands clutched the sheet, ripping it from the bed. Alana felt a fresh flood of need coat her fingers and drove into her up to her palm. She held her there, until she thought Micky might crawl out of her skin, then dipped her head and sucked her clit hard.

Mickey’s scream erupted instantaneously, and Alana’s fingers were caught in a vice-like grip as Mickey’s vaginal muscles clenched tightly around her. As Alana tried to muffle Mickey’s screams with her shoulder, she felt Micky’s teeth dig into her flesh. Painful, yet gratifying, she stayed like that while Micky’s inner muscles milked her fingers, as wave after wave of orgasm crashed over her.

It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you. You’re so beautiful, Alana murmured into Micky’s ear, over and over, until she felt her pulsing cease. Mickey’s legs jerked as Alana tried gently to remove her fingers. So responsive, she thought again, as she rolled to the side pulling Micky with her. She grabbed the corner of the sheet and covered them both. WOW! was her last thought before sleep claimed them.

Alana awoke in her hotel room the next day alone. Micky...something or other was gone. Although she didn’t even know the woman’s last name, she felt disappointed. She grunted when the muscles in her arms, legs, and back ached as she stretched, but the bruises on her arm brought a smile to her lips. She ran her fingers over her shoulder and found the expected bite marks. She wouldn’t have traded them for anything. Moving slowly, she rolled out of bed and headed for the shower. She stood under the hot water as it sluiced down her body for long minutes, enjoying the heat. Her smile grew as she began soaping her breasts, remembering her recent lover’s lips on them. Her rock hard stomach tightened at the recollection. Micky something-or-other had very talented lips. Memories of their night together threatened to derail her, and when her hand drifted between her legs she had to force her mind onto the schedule she had to keep today.

She dressed in black chinos that accentuated her long legs and fit her ass like a glove. She added an emerald green button down shirt and slipped into the black boots all her teammates loved. She threw her belongings that littered the hotel room into her bag, stuffing her bathroom kit into the side pocket, and was ready to go. The plane was leaving in a few hours, and she was due at the team breakfast in a few minutes. She looked around the room one last time before leaving.

She had genuinely wanted Micky to be there when she woke up. That was something new. She had never wanted to see a woman the next morning, but this one was different. This one was exceptional. How could she find her again? Maybe someone in the collegiate softball world would know who she was. She could ask around. A woman like that, someone would know her.

She took her bag to the concierge desk and left it with the others before joining the rest of her team, the Northwestern Wildcats, in the banquet room downstairs. Cheers erupted as she entered, and chants of MVP echoed off the walls. She blushed in embarrassment and walked quickly to her place at the long table. Banners proclaiming her team the National Collegiate Champions hung from the wall and her teammates had autographed each one of them. She added her signature, putting a modestly small MVP at the end. It felt fantastic to be proclaimed the best of the best. Her future looked bright. Now all she had to do was wait for the draft to see where she’d be playing next season.

Life was good.

Chapter Two

Two Months Ago

Listen to me! Cindy Edwards screamed at the top of her lungs. I’m done! Do you hear me? Done. I can’t stand to be around you anymore! She stopped to draw another breath for the next salvo. You think you’re the only one who has any problems? What about me? I have things going on in my life, too, you know.

Alana sat numbly at the small kitchen table as her lover worked herself into a frenzy. She listed every transgression and misdeed in excruciating detail, compiling how they had adversely affected her life for the past two years.

I have my own problems! Not that you ever cared to ask. I work for a total asshole and he makes my life miserable. But have you ever even listened to me, or tried to understand? No. You’re so wrapped up in yourself you don’t have any room for anything else! She paced back and forth across the kitchen, arms waving for emphasis as she listed her grievances. You’re not the only person who ever had a parent die. For God’s sake, Al, get over it! She was a terrible mother. She practically abandoned you as a child.

Alana stood. That’s enough.

"You were more of a parent to her. How many times was she passed out drunk when you got home? How many times did you have to clean the house and make your own dinner? How many—"

That’s enough! Alana roared, shocking Cindy into silence.

They stared at each other.

If you’re so unhappy, then leave. Alana’s voice was deadly calm. She turned and started through the apartment. I’m going out. Be gone by the time I get back.

Don’t worry, I will, Cindy screamed. You won’t even miss me since you don’t even know I exist. When there was no answer, she continued undeterred. You’ll end up alone, Al. Because no one will ever love you! Do you hear me? Because you can’t love anyone but yourself!

***

Present Day

That’s it. Come on, baby, give me just a little more, Alana urged as she plunged even deeper into the blonde beneath her, who writhed against her hand, panting and mewling into her neck.

I need..., she cried in a whisper. I need to come.

Soon, Alana growled. Soon. She eased up on her touch and felt the woman lift her hips, seeking more of what Alana had been giving her.

Please... The plea came through gritted teeth as the woman strained, searching for the release of her impending climax.

Okay, baby. Come for me now. Alana buried her fingers deep inside the woman and pumped quickly, letting her palm stroke her clit hard. The woman screamed, thrashing about as she rode out her orgasm. As she slowed and melted into soft groans and whimpers, Alana became aware of the pounding on her door. A glance at the bedside clock told her they’d played too long. She was going to be late if she didn’t get a move on. She disengaged from her playmate and rolled off the bed. Sorry, baby, but it’s time to go. I’ve got to get out of here.

Jesus, Alana, give me a minute! she panted. Fuck and duck isn’t quite what I had in mind this morning.

Alana rolled her onto her stomach and smacked her playfully on the ass. Get going. Someone’s at my door. She jerked on a pair of sweats and a T-shirt and hurriedly left the bedroom. I’m coming, she yelled as another round of pounding began. She threw open the door to see Jennifer grinning at her. Stop the pounding already!

Anyone I know? Jennifer asked as she entered the living room of the apartment. By the way, you smell loudly of sex.

Loudly? Alana asked with the lift of a brow.

Loudly. She nodded. As in, you scream of it. Anyone within a yard will be able to smell it on you.

Yeah, okay. Let me take a quick shower. She passed her latest bed partner on her way to the bathroom and was pleased to note she was dressed. She gave her a quick kiss and another pat on the ass. It was great. See you around?

Yeah, sure.

The words were casual. Fuck and duck, indeed. That was exactly her motto. When she emerged from the shower scant minutes later, she was dressed and ready for practice.

She was sexy, Jennifer said as they headed for her car.

Yeah. Sexy, Alana agreed.

And a screamer, Jennifer continued with a laugh. Man, Dude, you sure can pick ’em.

Yeah. Alana laughed with her. You never know which ones will do that, do you?

I think you have a knack for it, Jennifer teased. I could hear this one all the way through the door. Your neighbors must be highly entertained. Either that or extremely pissed off.

I think the women are entertained. Alana wiggled her eyebrows comically. The men are pissed off. It makes them look inferior.

God, you are such an ego maniac!

Well, when was the last time you heard anybody scream in any of the apartments near you?

You have a point. Jennifer nodded with a grin.

Chapter Three

Micky! My girl! Don said when Micky Akers answered her phone. Donald McKee was McKee Sports Agency and had been her agent since her first job. She was, in fact, one of his first clients and they had developed a friendship over the years.

What’s up, Don?

What would you say to a position with the Texas Titans?

Really?

Really. They need an assistant coach.

Micky’s stomach did a quick flip. How can that be? She realized it wasn’t the reaction he was expecting and hurried on. I mean, I thought they were all set for the season. It’s late.

Dean Yancy had a heart attack last week, he answered. He’s out for the season at least.

I see. She paused. So, what’s the plan? Who else are they considering?

I heard Tom Knudsen is interested.

Tom? Hmm. Yeah, I can see him wanting to get out of Iowa State. Who else?

The only other name I’ve heard mentioned is Donna Chamberlain. She’s coaching at Detroit Community College right now.

Okay. Micky figured she could dismiss Donna as being too inexperienced. Can you get me an interview?

Yeah, I can get the interview. He chuckled. But, you’re going to have to impress the General Manager on your own.

Who is it?

Guy named Boone Fielder.

What can you tell me about him?

Not much, he admitted. I’d keep my sexual orientation out of the discussion if I were you, just in case.

Yeah, okay. She sighed. What the hell’s the difference anyway? It’s not anyone’s business but mine.

Don’t get started on your gay advocacy speech, please. I’m not the one you need to convince. You can screw cowboys, cowgirls, or just cows. I don’t care. Now, do you want the interview or not?

Yes, I want it, and I’ll count on you to tell them what a fabulous coach I am, and how much they need me.

I’ll do just that, he assured her. I’ll talk to you when I know something more.

Great. Thanks, Don. Micky sat pensively, tapping her phone lightly against her chin. Her heart was beating a little faster than normal. A job in the professional arena was every college coach’s dream and she was excited by the thought of making the transition. But that wasn’t the reason her pulse was jumping right now. A job with the Texas Titans meant Alana Dudek. For reasons beyond her, she’d never been able to erase the young woman from her memory. It had only been one night, but it stayed with her, etched in her mind forever, it seemed. The memory would pop up on those nights when she lay awake, unable to sleep, lonely but unable to admit it. She would play out the scene in her head from the moment she’d seen Alana enter the bar right up to the last view of her asleep as Micky paused at the doorway before leaving. Her breath always caught when she remembered how she looked then, all hard tight muscles, but soft and beautiful, too. She nearly stayed, but the haze of lust was struck down by the harshness of their differing realities. It was time for her to leave and allow this accomplished and gorgeous creature to follow her destiny. She was bound for greatness in her chosen career while Micky was already entrenched in the college coaching arena. The sound of her own sigh shook her back into the present. Well, it would be intriguing to see exactly how her memory stacked up against the real thing. She hoped she could handle it, whichever way it went.

***

Here are the files from Tom Knudsen and Donna Chamberlain. Boone Fielder, the GM of the team dropped several folders onto Liz Pedesta’s desk. As head coach of the Titans, Liz was presently scrambling for a new assistant coach after Yancy’s heart attack two weeks earlier.

What do you think? she asked, even though she didn’t care.

I’m not impressed with Ms. Chamberlain. Frankly, I don’t think she has enough experience.

She’s the one from Detroit Community College, right?

Yes.

I agree. We need a coach who knows the ropes. This is going to be our year.

My thoughts exactly. I’m also not sure Tom Knudsen has the right stuff. He’s never been on the staff of a winning team, and that’s saying something since they’re in the Great Lakes Division.

Liz cocked her head to the side as if she were considering his points. That’s true. I’ll take another look just to make sure, but I think you’re right about both of these candidates. Who else do we have?

There are three more applicants. Sam Thibodaux, Michelle Akers, and Stan Ludden. I’d like to arrange interviews with all of them. It’s getting late, and we need to move on this.

I agree.

Good. I’ll set it up.

***

Alana shifted to allow the cute brunette to sit between her thighs on the edge of her chair. Once she was seated, Alana snuggled tight against her ass. Having skipped dinner, she was feeling the slight buzz from one too many drinks. Her center pulsed as her companion pushed against the vee of her jeans and wiggled her ass. Alana looked down and the mental image of her taking this woman just like this made her clit pound in sudden need. She drew in a deep breath and pushed forward, indicating that the woman’s message had been received. She hoped it wouldn’t be long before the woman acknowledged her own desire, and they could go somewhere private. Alana was ready right now, but she’d been well schooled in the art of seduction and would allow the woman to set the time and place. Her clit pulsed painfully against the center seam of her jeans. God, she hoped it would be soon.

Her companion was not so quick to acquiesce to her more carnal needs, however, and Alana was thinking she was just a tease after several more drinks with no indication that they would leave soon. She slid a hand between the brunette’s thighs and gave her a quick tug backwards against her.

Did you want something? The woman turned her head to speak over her shoulder. She had a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye that told Alana she knew what she was doing to her.

Yes. Alana’s lips brushed against her ear. I want you, in my bed, with me between your legs. How does that sound to you?

Her smile grew wider. And what are you going to do if I let that happen?

I’m going to fuck you silly, Alana responded. She caught the lobe of her ear between her teeth and bit down. You’ll like it. I promise.

Show me. The brunette’s voice was husky this time, and Alana knew she had her.

They were mere yards from the door when Alana was grabbed from behind. She twisted to look over her shoulder. Cindy Edwards kept her arm in a vice-like grip as she stepped inside her personal space. Her face was a mask of anger, her eyes wild. Alana tried to pull away, but she kept her hold.

You bitch! Cindy snarled. How dare you come here and flaunt your little slut in my face!

Fuck off, Alana spat.

I knew you were never faithful to me. Cindy dropped Alana’s arm to push an index finger into her chest. You lied to me from the start!

I didn’t lie to you. Just leave me alone. Alana batted her hand away and turned to leave again.

Cindy jerked her back around, and Alana automatically pushed her away. Cindy stumbled on drunken legs and nearly fell. Her equally drunken friends caught her and pushed her toward Alana as if she were a weapon. Alana put a hand out to avoid being mowed down, and Cindy hit the floor. Bedlam broke out as everyone nearby tried to break it up or join in, depending on their personal level of inebriation.

Amid the confusion, Alana escaped out the door.

Chapter Four

Boone slapped the newspaper against his desktop in anger. The sports section featured a picture of Alana Dudek amid a crowd inside a bar named Harry’s. She appeared to be engaged in a fight with another woman. Both of them looked drunk. Boone didn’t need this kind of publicity. He had enough to worry about managing this stupid team of girls. He’d tried to dissuade his boss, Gregory Hack, from buying it in the beginning, but he wouldn’t listen to reason. When Hack’s longtime friend bought the San Jose Women’s Professional Softball team, Hack had to buy a team, too. Even though the Women’s Professional Softball League or WPSL was expanding, Boone couldn’t care less. He hated being associated with this stupid league. Women playing softball, who gave a shit?

Jesus! How in the hell am I supposed to promote this stupid team when this kind of crap keeps happening? Fucking dykes would ruin his chances of getting a real job. He sent a scathing e-mail to Coach Liz Pedesta, with a link to the newspaper article,