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by Madeleine Taylor

  “You must do well as a tattoo artist to afford an apartment here.” I’m not sure if it’s out of order, but the words have escaped my mouth before I’ve had the time to think them through. Very unlike me, but then again, I’m all over the place right now, after having had mind-blowing, passionate sex with a woman for the first time in my life.

  “I do all right.” Syd pauses and regards me again. “But as I told you, I have many passions.”

  “Are you going to tell me about them?”

  “Maybe. Not tonight, though.” She spears a piece of arancini on her fork and holds it out in front of me. “Try it, it’s heavenly.”

  I take a bite and am blown away by the exceptional flavor. It’s so good that I have to close my eyes for a moment and savor the explosion in my mouth. “It’s amazing,” I say and for some reason, she fascinates me even more now. Although I can’t stand not knowing things—I’m not one for surprises—the mystery that surrounds her also intrigues me, and it’s very attractive.

  “Told you so.” She looks pleased with herself as she settles her eyes on mine again. “So, what about your passions, Val?”

  15

  It’s late by the time we get back and I’m both restless with pent-up sexual energy and giddy with excitement because I’ve had a truly great night. Syd is interesting, funny, kind and chivalrous, and that last one takes a little getting used to. It was strange to have her get the check and help me into my coat, but it also made me feel special and appreciated. I’m not sure what I envisioned but being treated like a lady by another woman certainly wasn’t one of my expectations before I came here.

  She closes the door behind us and takes my coat before removing her own. Her smile is infectious, and I know she’s had a good time too. I want more of her but most of all, I want to please her, taste her, drive her wild like she did to me earlier. We stare at each other for a beat, the heat between us reigniting now that we’re alone again.

  “Would you like another coffee?” she asks, taking a step toward me. She runs a hand through my hair, cups my neck and pulls me in for a kiss that is slow and sensual. A moan passes our lips and I’m still truly amazed by how good it feels to make out with her. My hungry mouth deepens the kiss and I reach out to unbutton her shirt.

  “No,” I mumble, and feeling bold, I add: “I want you. Let me have you instead.”

  Syd pulls out of the kiss and shoots me a cheeky grin as if she knew this moment would come. She’s planned this carefully; driving me insane with lust since I arrived, yet she’s letting me take my time, gently easing me into this.

  In the bedroom, she undresses me and lets me undress her too. We’re slow, as if we’re exploring together, and knowing what’s coming next, my one-track mind is going places I can’t quite handle yet. A little more relaxed after the wine over dinner, I’m braver this time though, and can’t wait to see her naked. I’m lost for words as I take off her crop top and stare at her breasts. They’re small and full, with perfect pink nipples; hard and inviting. I want to touch them, but my hands feel clumsy.

  Taking charge, Syd takes my hand and guides it to one of her breasts. Holding my breath, I slide my fingers over the taut nipple, then around the beautiful curve, cupping it as I lean in to kiss her. It feels phenomenal, and my other hand joins in, taking in her softness and feminine curves. As I stop thinking and let my body do what it wants to do, my movements become natural, and we fall into a dance of pushing and pulling, giving and taking. Exploring her ribcage, the curve of her waist, her toned arms, her shoulder blades and her trim stomach that tenses up when I run my fingers over it, I know that this is what I truly want. I’m getting to know her, and at the same time, I’m getting to know myself.

  My thumbs hook under the elastic edge of her briefs and I pull them down over her hips. Seeing her naked on camera aroused me, but this is a whole different thing. It’s thrilling to have her right in front of me, to be able to touch her.

  Her hand catches mine again and she guides it between her thighs. I quiver as I touch her carefully, moving my fingers down the thin strip of dark hair. When I brush my finger over her engorged clit, she gasps, her hips jerking in reflex.

  “Does that feel good?” I whisper, marveling at her expression of utter delight. Her breath quickens and she looks like she’s losing control.

  “You have no idea.” Syd places her hand over mine and pushes it lower, where my fingers find a pool of liquid desire. It drives me crazy to know I do this to her, and I slide my hand farther, my breath hitching at the wetness that coats my fingertips. Taking my time, I explore her as we kiss, and I listen to the sounds she makes, slowly learning what she likes. I’m so turned on just by touching her that my pussy aches, and overcome with desire, I slide a fingertip inside her.

  Syd gasps against my mouth and starts kissing me with more urgency. It gives me confidence and I cup her ass and pull her closer as I enter her deeper, then add another finger. My movements make her back up against the chair by the vanity table, and she moves it away, then sits down on top of the table. Its old frame is sturdy, and it doesn’t give way when I spread her legs and move between them to fuck her while I kiss her wildly. We’re both on the brink of losing it as she wraps her legs around mine. The smell of the lilies in the vase right next to us stirs the back of my mind, and I know I’ll always associate them with this moment. I feel powerful as her pleasure grows, knowing there’s no way she can stop it.

  It’s not enough for me though, as I want all of her now. She shoots me a heated glance when I pull out and kneel down between her thighs. Her natural scent is intoxicating, the sight of her naked sex and her musky aroma stupefying me. I put my hands on her thighs to push them farther apart and don’t hesitate to slowly run my tongue over her sex. She jerks her hips when I reach her clit and she tastes so good that I bury myself in her heat. Shuddering with every lap of my tongue, Syd groans and throws her head back, her hands moving into my hair to pull me closer. I drive my tongue inside her, and when she suddenly explodes, much faster than I thought she would, I can feel her contractions like she’s trying to suck me in. It triggers something salacious in me, blows my mind to dust, and I moan against her delicious pussy, digging my nails into her behind, so hard I’m afraid I might have hurt her.

  “Val…” Syd whispers as she tips my chin up. She looks bewildered and opens her mouth to speak, but no words come from her lips, as if she’s too blown to say anything. Then she shakes her head and bites her lip with an amused smirk, pulling me up so I’m standing before her.

  “Was that okay?” I ask, smiling smugly because I think I already know the answer.

  “That was…” She laughs, continuing to shake her head. “Let’s just say I think we’re a perfect match.”

  “I’ll take that as a yes.” I lean in to touch her face, drowning in her eyes that look at me as if I’m all she’s ever wanted.

  16

  I feel surprisingly languid when my eyes flutter open, and sigh deeply at Syd’s warm body against mine. She’s spooning me; her arm is wrapped around my waist and her face is nuzzling my neck. It feels strange, but only because it’s different to waking up with a man, and that’s a good thing, I decide. The silky smoothness of her skin, her sweet scent, the sound of her soft breathing while she sleeps… It’s all so heavenly and endearing.

  My body is deliciously sore and tired, and I can feel where she’s been, the slight ache in my pussy reminding me of everything she’s done to me. Yesterday was beyond amazing, and I’m glad I still have another night to enjoy my new favorite pastime. Fleeting thoughts about my sexuality enter my mind but none of it really matters. If I’m gay, so be it. It’s not like they’re going to fire me at work, and my parents might even get over it too, if I choose to tell them. Over the course of the past sixteen hours, it’s become pretty clear that I prefer women though, at least one woman in particular.

  I hadn’t anticipated the wonderful conversations over dinner and waking up in her arms but I’m incre
dibly comfortable around her. On a whim that is highly out of character for me, I turn around and take her in my arms, pressing my body tighter against hers. Waking up slowly, she responds to my display of affection by wedging a leg between my thighs and embracing me too, pulling me in. It feels divine, but aware of what I’ve just done—my body instantly reacting to her touch–my pulse starts racing. Is it too much? It seemed like the natural thing to do, because we fit together perfectly, our limbs easily falling into place like pieces of a puzzle.

  “Good morning, princess,” she mumbles against my shoulder.

  “Good morning.” I allow myself to indulge in her eyes as she looks up and blinks against the beam of sunlight that’s pouring through the gap in the curtains. “Sorry if I woke you up.”

  Syd shakes her head and smiles, making me melt all over again. “Thank you for doing so.” Her hand moves over my ass and gives it a squeeze. “We shouldn’t be wasting any time…” At that, she rolls on top of me and kisses me deep. Her weight on me and her tongue claiming my mouth make me squirm as she grinds into me hard. Jesus. This woman is unbelievable, the way she brings me to the edge of a climax in a matter of seconds.

  Syd knows I’m close already and I think she feels pleased about it as she stops and lifts her head to study my expression that I know is nothing short of delirious. Her face looks adorably sleepy, but I know she’s wide awake now, turned on by my need.

  “Don’t stop.” I spread my legs farther, begging her to continue.

  “Wait.” She rolls over, opens her nightstand drawer and takes something out. When I see what it is, I swallow hard, my eyes widening in surprise. It’s not like I hadn’t expected her to have a strap-on, following our video calls, but seeing her step into the straps and attach the dildo as if it’s the most common thing in the world, is something else altogether. My clit twitches and arousal pulses through me when she lowers herself on top of me again. “Are you okay with trying this?”

  I nod, and gasp when she slowly starts entering me, sliding in, inch by inch. My body stretches to accommodate her, and it isn’t painful but rather exquisite, like we’re becoming one. My pussy is pulsing, gripping onto the shaft as she starts fucking me slowly and lazily like the sleepy state that we’re in. Sex with Syd is like a really great, complex wine. After the first burst of indulgent harmonious flavors comes the depth, then hints of unexpected ingredients; a surprise, like with a red Burgundy or a Barolo, and it only gets better as you dig deeper into your palate and give into its finesse. I’m in heaven, and I can see she is too. We move in sync, my legs wrapped around her hips and my hands in her hair. We kiss, and she moans against my lips, opening my mouth with her tongue. She’s mercifully sinking into me again and again. The dildo is repeatedly brushing up against my clit, and a few strokes later I’m about to explode. I don’t need to tell her; she can feel it by my hands moving to her back, gripping her tighter and tighter, and I know she’s close by her quick breaths and her rapid heartbeat against my chest. When her moans become louder, she moves a hand between us, rubbing my clit until I tense up and force my eyes open to look at her. She nods, and we’re both swept away in a tidal wave of pleasure, drowning in bliss, bucking, thrashing, shuddering against each other. I hold her, not wanting it to end, because this is everything to me. This, right now, is what it feels like to be alive.

  “Why did you not bring this out last night?” I ask when I’m lying in her arms a little later. “I was wondering where you kept your toys.”

  Syd tilts her head and smiles, stroking my hair. “I didn’t want to frighten you. You told me you’d never been with a woman before, so I wanted to… I don’t know… ease you into it, I suppose. Having sex with someone in real life is a whole different thing than watching each other get off online.”

  I laugh. “I’m not sure if easing into it justifies what you did to me last night. It was rather explosive.” I pause. “But yes, I get that. Thank you, for being so thoughtful, I feel very comfortable with you.”

  “Good.” Syd lets out a deep sigh as she pulls me in closer. “And for the record, I don’t tend to keep my toys in the nightstand drawer. I have a few, though.”

  “So where are they?” I ask, playful and curious. “Are they in the room next door?” My mind goes back to the locked door, imagining a red painted room with a big, leather bed, whips, floggers, vibrators and everything else I love reading about.

  Syd chuckles and shrugs, as she brings her lips close to mine again. “Maybe. You’ll just have to wait and see.”

  17

  “Stay here.” Syd kisses me and rolls out of bed to put on a robe. “I’m going to make you breakfast.” Tightening the tie, she gives me a flirty wink over her shoulder.

  “Could you be any more perfect?” I ask playfully, arching an eyebrow at her. Seventeen years with Brian and never once did I get breakfast in bed. It almost frightens me how great she is, and I hate to admit it, but I don’t really want to leave again so soon. This is way too good to just give up and I’m starting to wonder where we will go from here. Is this just a onetime thing for her? It was for me, initially. I wanted to explore my sexuality, know if it really was as good as I thought it would be. Truth is, it’s way better, and I don’t want it to end just yet. Shaking it off, I reach for my phone in my purse next to the bed, telling myself we still have time. I laugh when I see I have six messages from Ellen:

  17:03: ‘How is she?’

  18:45: ‘Have you had sex yet?’

  20:23: ‘What’s it like to feel a woman’s boobs?’

  23:59: ‘Hey! Don’t ignore me, you promised to let me in on every detail.’

  08:30: ‘Why aren’t you answering me? Has she tied you up in her dungeon?’

  09:45: ‘Seriously, Val. I’m worried. Call me or I’ll alert the cops.’

  The last message was sent twenty minutes ago so I quickly reply, knowing she probably will call the cops if I don’t answer. I’ve been so pleasantly preoccupied with Syd that I haven’t even looked at my phone, which is very rare for me.

  ‘Sorry was busy >wink<. I’m safe and it’s been amazing. BTW the wine here is incredible, so snob all you want .’ Of course, my phone immediately lights up again, but I throw it back in my purse as I just want to sit here and enjoy myself for a little while longer.

  The sun is shining brightly, and I jump out of bed to open the French doors that are connected to the same balcony adjacent to the living room, then crawl back under the covers. It’s not so chilly today, and the fresh air and sunshine on my face makes me smile. Syd’s bedroom suddenly seems terribly romantic, with the antique four poster bed, the old furniture and open French doors overlooking the same beautiful redbrick buildings on the other side of the road. It’s got a Parisian vibe to it, and I chuckle to myself, knowing Ellen couldn’t have been more wrong about this city.

  Syd comes back with a large tray that she places on the bed. I feel butterflies well up inside me when I see the red rose lying between two enormous cappuccinos, and the plates with poached eggs and avocado on toast. Truth be told, it brings a lump to my throat because she is so thoughtful and sweet, and I’m not used to that. The idea that this is just about sex for her is slowly starting to evaporate and the way I see her is starting to change, too. I love being with her and I love how she makes me feel. Although we’ve been communicating online with each other for over two months, meeting in person has changed everything, and given me so much to think about.

  “Are you okay? Is it too much?” she asks jokingly, but I can see that she’s worried it might be.

  “No, it’s sweet.” My eyes meet hers and I feel like I want to hug her. “You’re so sweet… and unexpectedly romantic.”

  “I’m not.” She shrugs. “I just like making you smile, and I noticed from your reaction in the restaurant last night that you’re not used to being treated the way you deserve to be treated. I think it’s time that changes, don’t you?”

  “I’m not complaining. I don’t think I could come up
with a more perfect way of waking up. Especially not after what you just did to me…” I blush and focus on my coffee, aware that she’s watching me.

  “Couldn’t agree more.” Syd grins. “I like waking up like this too.”

  “Are you not working today?” I ask.

  “No. You’re here.” The way she says it makes it sound like that’s a given. “I thought maybe we could go for a walk if you’re up for it.”

  “A walk sounds nice,” I say, and try to remember when I last did that. “People don’t go for walks in LA.”

  “I know. I’ve been there a couple of times.” She gives me a knowing look. “Where are you from originally?”

  “Oregon. A small town called Silverton.”

  “That sounds nice. Do you go back a lot?”

  “Not much. My parents still live there so I visit them over Christmas, and they come to see me in LA once a year. I don’t have any siblings.”

  “And you never had children…” Syd flinches. “Sorry, is that too personal to ask about?”

  “No, it’s fine. My career always came first, I suppose. Brian never wanted children either, and by the time he changed his mind and started bringing it up, our marriage was already falling apart so I’m glad we didn’t go there in the end.” I shrug. “And now, I’m finally happy just by myself. What about you? Are you from here?”

  Syd nods as she sips her coffee. “Born and bred. My parents still live here, and I have two older brothers who are both in Quebec too. I travelled a lot when I was younger, looking for a better place or a change.” She shrugs. “Or maybe I was just looking for myself, who knows? I never found anywhere where I felt happier though, so I came back and never left after that.”