“I like you too, Angie. I just… it’s the first time I’ve felt this, for you… I mean, for a”, she stumbled
“For a woman. I get it. I’m not asking you to marry me, Claire, I just want you to know. I felt you should know how I feel. I’m glad you like me, too.”, I replied. She smiled, and stepped towards me to hug me. “I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want. But I want to keep on seeing you. Okay?”
“Okay.”. I stared at her, and knew I had permission to give her a small kiss, so I did. She smiled, and then went inside her apartment. I stood there, for a while and, smiling to myself, went home.
A few days passed after that lovely moment. That Saturday, I was at home, watching TV, all alone to my thoughts, when my phone rang. It was her. I hesitated for a fraction of a second. We hadn’t texted after that night, except for a few memes and asking how our day went. Nothing out of the ordinary. But maybe it was time to face the truth. I picked up.
“Hello?”
“Hey. It’s-it’s me”
“Hey. What’s up”
“I, uh, I just wanted to check up on you. How are you?” She sounded so nervous, it was really cute. I smiled.
“I’m good, thanks, you?”
“Yeah, I’m fine as well.”
Silence.
“So, uh, I was wondering if you were busy tonight.”
“No, not really.”
“Really? I do recall you boasting about your busy nightlife.”
“I really don’t remember doing that.”
She laughed.
“Anyway, did you have anything in mind?” Now I felt her smiling through the phone.
“Maybe you wanted to come over?”. I smiled again. She wasn’t exactly calling me to hang out; we both know what we were getting into.
“Sure thing. I can be there in an hour.”
“Great! I’ll be waiting”.
Chapter Two
I arrived at her place an hour later. I could tell she was expecting me because she answered the doorbell a few seconds after I knocked.
“Come in”, she said, and opened the gate for me. I went in, and into the elevator. I pushed the button for the fourth floor and waited. The elevator doors opened directly to her apartment. I stepped in, and she came towards me.
“Hey”, she said, smiling nervously.
“Hey”, I replied. She was anxious, I knew. I was, too. I didn’t want to treat her like I used to treat other women I’ve been with in the past. She was beautiful, she was nice, she didn’t deserve the old me. But I knew she was expecting me to behave that exact way. So I had to prove myself- my better self- before anything else happened.
“Come in. Are you thirsty? Hungry?”, she asked.
“I… I could use a glass of water”, Normally I would’ve asked for booze straight away, but maybe we needed a sober conversation for once.
“Cool. Follow me”, she said.
We walked into the kitchen, and I sat down on the table. She got a glass from a cabinet and poured me a glass of water, and placed in front of me, alongside a napkin. Details, I thought. I thanked her and took a sip. She leaned backwards on the counter. We stayed in uncomfortable silence for a few moments. What was there to actually say, I didn’t know. Hey, I just wanted to let you know I love you and it’s the first time I can honestly say that. Can we fuck now? That didn’t sound right. I wanted her. Needed her. But I had to wait until the moment was right. She hadn’t had any sex for a long time, much less with another woman. Before either one of us could speak, my phone buzzed in my purse. I grabbed it and unlocked it.
“Where are you? I could use you tonight”. I couldn’t help but smile. I wasn’t proud, but just slightly amused. I put the phone on do not disturb to avoid any further interruptions.
“Sorry about that”, I said, “not supposed to happen”. I smiled. Her expression had changed.
“Not something you have to tend to immediately?”, she inquired.
“No. It’s…”, I paused. Do I tell her? Does she even care? Maybe she knows already. Will she be mad if I change the subject?
“It’s a someone.”, she stated, amused.
“It’s a someone I have no interest in replying”, I stated. She laughed and looked down. She didn’t believe me. I stood up and walked towards her. I needed to let her understand.
“Claire, look at me.”, she raised her head, and our eyes met.
“I’m here, aren’t I? I could’ve gone somewhere else tonight, but I’m here. Because I want to. I want to be with you. Trust me.” I kept on looking at her, as if staring at her would make her finally trust me.
“Wow. Did you come from like a cheap rom-com or something?” She said. I thought she was serious, until she let out a snort and laughed. I laughed as well. “Look, it’s fine. I don’t care about the things you’ve done before… that’s you. It may be weird for me, some of it, because this whole situation is weird. I told you I’ve never been with a woman before, Angie. I like you, I really do. But some of this seems funny. Like the way you want to explain yourself for everything you’ve done before. I like that you’re honest but it’s fine.”. It was my turn to act all shy and childish, smiling and looking all stupid. Unable to resist myself, I gave her a small quick peck on the lips.
“I’m sorry. I just… don’t want you to think I’m this horrible woman-eater that takes everything for granted.”, I told her, looking down at the floor. She cupped my face with her hands and made me look at her.
“I don’t want before. I want now, ok?”, she said, smiling.
“Ok”, I smiled. She leaned in and kissed me. A sweet, loving kiss. We took our time with that one, tasting each other. She had the softest lips. She wrapped her arms around my neck and deepened the kiss, while I embraced her, my arms on her lower back. We stayed like this for a while, until we broke apart to get some air. We looked at each other and chuckled a bit, like teenagers. She then moved even closer to me, pecked me on the lips and smiled sheepishly.
“So… that thing you said just now, about being a woman-eater. You want to stick with that name?”, she quipped.
“Maybe not the best play on words I’ve ever done. But if you like it, I’ll take it”, I smiled. She took a breath.
“I think first you’re going to have to… prove it. Don’t you think?”, she teased. I immediately felt a hint of wetness between my legs. I smirked.
“Whatever the lady wants”, I replied. She smiled and kissed me again, this time with more passion than before, our tongues wrestling against each other. I pulled her closer to me and I grabbed her ass, and she moaned into the kiss. She sucked on my tongue and it was my turn to moan, almost dying of pleasure. She broke the kiss and grabbed my hand.
“Bedroom. Now”. I nodded and let her guide me inside.
Chapter Three
Once we shut the bedroom door we toggled between kisses and taking our clothes off. We both wanted to savor the moment, but at the same time we wanted each other badly. Shirts, pants, bras… off in a matter of seconds. I picked her up and took her towards the bed, while she kissed and sucked on my neck. I lay her gently on the bed and kissed her in the mouth, our tongues swirling around endlessly. I placed myself on top of her, and started making my way down, kissing her jawline, sucking on her earlobe, her neck and collarbone, and then proceeded to suck on her breasts, focusing my attentions on one at a time, while my hand massaged the other one. I looked up at her, and her eyes were closed, her lips parted, letting out small gasps and moans. I smirked to myself, wanting to stay there all night long, but she was probably expecting something more. So I kept going, kissing and licking her bellybutton, which made her giggle and moan at the same time. It was the sexiest sound I have ever heard in my entire life, I had to go back up just to kiss her one more time.
“You are so fucking beautiful”, I said to her, before resuming my activities further below. She looked at me and smiled, running her fingers through my hair. I kept going, kissing a tiny hint of a belly, be
fore stopping when I reached her panties. I saw the fabric glistening from her moistness, but I decided she should wait a bit longer, so I scooted down some more, and reached her glorious thighs. She protested, but I stroked her stomach, reassuring her.
“All in good time, babe,”, I assured her. Still, I leaned into her panties, touching her core with my nose, taking in her scent. She smelled so good. Jesus Christ. But I wasn’t quite there yet. I ran my tongue against her thigh, and she squirmed underneath me. I then proceeded to softly bite her skin, and she moaned loudly, making me crazier than I already was. Carefully, I dragged my teeth upwards, towards her core, and let my tongue out flat against her panties. She bucked her hips against me and whimpered.
“Baby, please”, she begged. I couldn’t take it. She deserved to be treated like a queen, so obviously I had to oblige towards her wishes. I slowly slid her panties down her legs and tossed them away. I stared at her pussy for a few seconds. Her glorious pussy. I leaned in and licked it swiftly. She whined, asking for more, and I slid my tongue inside of her, never wanting to leave that sacred place. I licked the inside of her folds, taking in all her wetness, slightly proud to know that it was caused by me, and took some chances to suck on her clit. I dared to look up at her, and almost fainted from pleasure at the sight: she was letting out small moans and whimpers, her eyes completely shut, sweating and breathing heavily, running her hands seductively across her breasts, massaging them and circling her nipples, which I could tell were already extremely hard. I made a mental picture of that moment, and then centered my attention again on what I was doing.
Wanting her to feel the ultimate pleasure, I slided my arms underneath her legs, and lifted her hips towards my mouth, deepening myself in her core. She moaned at the new feeling, as I stroked her ass and pushed her closer towards me. I started going faster, and she let out small gasps.
“Yes… baby… keep going…”, her voice was the sweetest melody to my ears. I kept the same pace, and adjusted myself so that my right hand was free, and I could place one finger inside of her. She grabbed the sheets and I felt her whole body tighten. She moaned, and started gasping while I kept on licking her pussy, expanding her pleasure a bit more. I licked her fluids, and made my way up towards her. I kissed her lips softly and she smiled into the kiss, opening her eyes for the first time in a while.
“That was amazing”, she let out quietly. I smiled shyly.
“You are amazing”, I replied, kissing her once more. She opened her mouth, letting my tongue slide in, and moaned as she tasted herself in me. She slithered a hand towards my underwear, touching me softly, and I gasped. I broke the kiss and stared at her. She was smiling at me like a kid that wanted to get herself out of trouble. Oh, she was bad.
“Baby…”, I let out. She slided off my panties just below my crotch, and placed two fingers just outside it, pushing towards my core. “Jesus…”, I was having a hard time staying on top of her and holding my weight on my arms. I wasn’t heavy, but falling flat on top of her because she was fingering me would just look ridiculous. I switched places with her, and she giggled. She lay beside me, so that her hand could work from a comfortable position. She kissed me while she inserted her fingers, one by one, inside of me. I moaned, and rocked my hips.
“Is that okay?”, she asked, half serious.
I stroked her cheek. “Baby, that’s brilliant.”. I knew that she wasn’t ready to go down on me, all of this probably seemed so new to her, but if she was great as she was with her mouth as she was with her fingers… then It was more than okay to me. She started pacing up as she went along, propping up to have leverage and pay my breasts the same attention that I had given hers. My eyes went blank and I inhaled sharply, letting myself go. I was close, and I felt it, her fingers circling my folds with a delicate, yet firm touch. She kept on going until I felt I was ready to climax. I cupped her face with one hand and brought her to my lips. I moaned into the kiss as I orgasmed, taking in every single ripple of pleasure. She stopped the kiss to bring one of her now wet fingers to my mouth, running it across my lips and then resuming the kiss, so that I could taste myself as she had done previously. After a few moments of making out as teenagers she stopped and looked at me intently.
“I love you.”
“I love you too”. For the first time, I meant it.
Chapter One
The vacation house was a simple one. The sound of waves crashing against the coast soothed me into vacation mode. Lindsay and Zach had bickered through the entire road trip and were now locked in their room. Occasional words like “annoying,” “constant nagging,” “irresponsible,” “can’t have kids with someone like you,” and “wouldn’t want kids with a bitchy person” erupted.
Tyler and I were more amused than worried. Lindsay and Zach were good at this and would soon be having loud obnoxious sex. In the meantime, Tyler and I began to make dinner. Lindsay and Zach were friends from university and Lindsay and I had lived together when we moved to the city before I moved in with Tyler and Zach moved in with Lindsay. We were a tight knit group and spent every weekend together.
Now we took our paid vacation together at Zach’s father’s new bachelor pad by the beach. His father was off galivanting in Italy with his latest girlfriend. The life of a rich, newly divorced retiree sounded pretty fun.
“How long do think they’ll keep this up for?” Tyler asked, stirring the pasta sauce.
“Until the second kid,” I said, wisely. “The divorce will be messy and then Lindsay will get me and you’ll get Zach so we won’t be able to hang out anymore.”
“Wait,” said Tyler with fake shock, “you mean our relationship is contingent on Zach and Lindsay’s? Maybe we should just end it pre-emptively then.”
“Maybe,” I agreed.
“I get the fun one though. You get the pouty, high maintenance one.”
I did not disagree. Lindsay had always been materialistic and demanding of her boyfriends. But it seemed the more serious her relationship, the worse she was. I had never seen her last this long with anyone and sort of pitied Zach. I did not miss living with her. She was a great time when we went out, lots of fun and very spontaneous. But her highs were as good as her lows were bad. Happily, I rarely had to deal with the lows, aside from providing ice cream and a sympathetic ear as to why all men were trash and no one ever treated her right. Zach was the sweetest guy ever but she still found ways to be discontented.
Dinner was a surly affair and I started getting annoyed with Lindsay. To begin with, I was not eating anything until Tyler and I went to bed. I had promised him some backdoor action this weekend and had prepared everything but that meant that I was a little bit hangry.
Whenever Zach tried to lighten the mood and actually be good company, Lindsay would say something negative and bring us all back down to her level of aggravation.
“Thanks for dinner,” said Zach.
“Yeah,” said Lindsay crabbily. “Couldn’t expect Zach to help out with anything, if it was up to him we’d all starve.”
“Lindsay, you know what?” exploded Zach. “Maybe if you did something instead of expecting to be pampered every evening you wouldn’t starve the way you say you are. I can’t cook you dinner every single day – we BOTH work!”
“What are you yelling at me for?” said Lindsay, now happily acting victimized and wronged after starting a fight.
“I can’t believe we drove 5 hours for this shit!” Zach exclaimed. “God, you’d think Anne would rub off on you a little bit, teach you how to be a decent human being.”
“What, so you’re in love with Anne all of a sudden?” exclaimed Lindsay.
“Please leave me out of this,” I said, nervously.
“Yeah, Lindsay,” said Tyler, defensively and beyond annoyed. “Just chill. You’re ruining it for everyone.”
“Oh!” said Lindsay, now in full victim mode. “Well if I’m ruining the mood for everyone maybe I should leave.”
“Yeah, well, maybe you should,”
said Zach.
Silence fell. Lindsay’s eyes glared angrily between each of our faces. She rose to her feet and stomped upstairs to her room.
I assumed she was going to lock herself away and was grateful for the break. I poured Zach another glass of wine and he drank gratefully.
“Man…” said Tyler, quietly. “That girl… she’s not worth the headache man. I’m sorry, Anne, I know she’s your friend but god… she’s a nightmare.”
“Oh no,” I said, innocently. “That ball of sensitive nerves and neediness is not my friend Lindsay. I don’t know who she is when she gets like this.”
“Well nevermind then!” came a yell from the bottom of the stairs. Lindsay stood with her bag in her hand. She looked furiously at us. She stomped over to the door and looked around at us.
No one said anything.
“I’m going to call a cab and go to the train station,” she threatened. No one responded. She pulled out her phone furiously and began opening an app. She looked up at us once more, anticipating that one of us would stop her. I took a sip of my wine, nestled into Tyler’s neck and felt more relaxed than I should have since he was playing with my hair, tickling my shoulder with it.
Lindsay let out a yell of frustration as she stomped out the door and finished ordering a cab. We went out to the porch and sat, watching silently as she paced angrily back and forth. 5 minutes passed as we sipped wine and watched Lindsay struggle internally. I was sure that she wanted to apologize for her behaviour but could not. That would mean that she was conceding the fight to Zach. The cab arrived and she entered it, slamming the door.
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