by J. T. Marie
Before she can stand or say she’ll come with me, I’m walking away from the table as fast as I can. It’s all very heady, going from unemployed and alone to this…whatever this is. I don’t want to rush into anything, but…
Can it even be considered rushing in when I’ve known her forever?
When I’ve loved her forever?
That’s what scares me. I’ve never said the L word to any other girlfriend. In many ways, Meredith remains my one and only. But I’ve kept my heart guarded for so long, and this reunion of ours is still too new. I don’t want to admit my feelings to her. Hell, I can barely manage to admit them to myself.
But would saying something change anything between us?
Do I want things to change?
I don’t know; I don’t. I walk with quick, clipping steps through the restaurant, weaving around tables and chairs as if I can outdistance the thoughts chasing each other inside my head. I just need a second to think…
Inside the restroom, finally, I stare at my wide-eyed reflection in the mirror above the sink and try to catch my breath. “What the hell is happening here tonight?” I murmur, as if the woman in the mirror might have some insight for me. “What do I want to happen?”
She has no answer for me. In fact, she looks as scared as I do. Jesus.
Turning on the spigot, I run my hands under the water until it starts to burn. Then I shut it off and grab a rolled linen from the small pile on the counter. It’s soft against my skin, and I take a moment to blot my face with it, feeling the dampness cool along my cheeks and brow.
This is Meredith, I remind myself. Maybe it feels like we’re rushing into something but we aren’t. I’ve known her too long.
And she loves me.
She said she still loves me.
It’s a heady realization. Closing my eyes, I press the cloth to my face and take a deep, steadying breath. Behind me, the door to the restroom opens, the squeal of hinges loud in the silence. Before I can lower the cloth, I feel hands on my waist and then a chin rests on my shoulder.
“Lara?” Meredith’s voice is laced with concern. “What’s wrong, sweetie?”
“Oh, nothing.” Lowering the cloth, I smile at her in the mirror. “I’m just…I don’t know. Overwhelmed.”
A sly grin slips across Meredith’s face. “Are you trying to tell me I’m coming on too strong?”
“No, no, not at all.” Then I remember the panty-dampening kiss we shared in the parking deck and my cheeks flush. “Well, maybe a little.”
One of her eyebrows arches in surprise. “Is that a bad thing?”
I think about how close we used to be, and the memories are still sweet after all this time. I have to admit I liked the person I once was with Meredith. We’ve fallen right back into our schoolgirl friendship all over again so easily. Would it be a bad thing to pick up our relationship again, too?
Gently I cover her hands with mine where they rest on my hips, and then pull her arms around my waist. I lace my fingers through hers low over my belly. A faint pulse quickens at my clit; a flame deep within me flutters to life.
Leaning back against her, safe in her embrace, I smile at our reflection—two women now where two girls once stood, but the feelings I remember us sharing then still burn brightly in our eyes. Softly I tell her, “This feels too good to be bad. Don’t you agree?”
Meredith nuzzles against my neck, her breath fluttering the cropped ends of my hair. “Why stop at good? I can make you feel better.”
Her hands dip lower to cup my crotch. I jump as if she goosed me.
“Not here! What if someone comes in?”
She licks behind my ear and purrs, “They won’t. I locked the door behind me.”
“What if someone knocks?”
Her fingers slip between my legs, tantalizing hidden flesh. “We’ll be quick.”
I try to think of a coy response but nothing comes to mind. My silence encourages Meredith—she pushes the hem of my dress up out of the way and brushes her fingertips over the front of my panties. Her other hand trails up my body to cup one of my breasts. Through the fabric I feel her pinch my nipple, a playful tweak, then she pulls the dress’s neckline down and eases her fingers into my bra. Her touch is tantalizing over soft skin. She knows just where to touch me to make me melt.
I lean back against her, my head on her shoulder, and moan against her neck. “Merry, God,” I gasp as her forefinger rubs my clit through my panties. The cotton warms beneath her touch, and farther down, I feel damp.
Then her hand covers over my nipple, bare flesh against the diamond stud. She catches it between her first two fingers and squeezes gently while, below, she flicks aside my panties to slide her middle finger down my Venus cleft. She hooks her forefinger to push up against my clit and I gasp with pleasure. “God, yes!”
“You like that?” she purrs into my ear.
I can’t speak as she rubs into my clit with one hand and massages my nipple with the other, so I just nod in encouragement. My head rests on her shoulder, my eyes shut, my nose buried in her hair. Her scent is more intoxicating than the wine we had with dinner or our liquored dessert afterward. I breathe her in then hold my breath to capture her inside me. I’m no longer cognizant of where we are or who might find us. I no longer care. All I want is this woman holding me so tightly, her hands in all the right places, her lips leaving damp imprints under my chin and along my neck.
I feel as if I’m falling into her, and I never want to stop.
Her lips cover mine as she strokes the tender bud pulsing at my crotch. Then her fingers rub lower, between my labia, seeking out the wet center between my legs. Her tongue dances into my mouth at the same moment her finger breeches my pussy and slips into me. The heel of her palm presses deliciously against my clit.
My knees go weak. “Oh, Merry,” I sigh, gripping her arms to keep her close. “Oh God, oh yes, oh please, please, please.” I don’t want her to stop.
So I’m all the more surprised when she pulls away. The hand slips out of my panties, the other extracts itself from the front of my dress.
Before I can protest, she kisses my mouth, hard, and runs both hands down my sides. Then I’m thrust against the sink as she pulls up the hem of my dress. “Merry, what…?”
She kneels behind me and tugs down my undies in one fluid motion. I step out of them and grip the countertop, arching my back to present more of my backside to her as she playfully nips at my ass. Wet lips press to my right buttock, then she grasps both my cheeks in her hands. With slow, deep motions, she massages my ass, pushing my buttocks up and apart.
When her tongue licks over my puckered hole, I go up on the tips of my toes, a breathless little squeal escaping me. “Jesus!”
She pulls away long enough to joke, “Wrong name, babe. Try again.” Holding my buttocks apart, she licks down between them, over my hole, then farther, further, slathering saliva on the secret skin behind my cunt.
The sensation is maddening. “Merry!” I cry this time, rising up on my toes again as her tongue tickles my taint. “Sweet Lord, where’d you learn to do that?”
In response, she spreads my ass wider, pushing me farther up onto the sink. Now my clit throbs against the side of the counter, and I feel a hot slickness drenching my pussy. Her tongue continues, thrusting between the soft, wet lips of my vagina.
Oh God, oh God, oh God. I grip the counter and flex my Kegel muscles, fucking her tongue as I try to draw her in.
She won’t be rushed. For a moment she pulls back, but only to reposition herself. I glance over my shoulder in time to see her turn away from me and sit on the ground, her back to me. I spread my legs wider to give her room, and her hair feathers over my inner thighs as she scoots between them.
“Mer, we don’t have to go all out here,” I say. “Really, I can wait until we get back to my place…ohsweeteverlovinggod.”
Holding onto me for stability, she stretches until I feel her breath on the hot, wet place between my legs. Then her tongue flicks out,
lapping up my juices and leaving a slick trail from my cunt up to my labia. It feels flat and soft, like a paintbrush swirling over the canvas of my skin. When she reaches my labia, she curls her tongue and glides it into my slit, into tender folds of flesh, until the tip tickles my clit.
Oh sweet Lord, that feels good!
She suckles my clit, her tongue tracing intricate designs into my most secret space. I grip the countertop, my knees threatening to buckle, my nipples rock hard and chafing inside my bra. Oh God, oh yes, that cunning little tongue of hers is pure heaven!
With little catty flicks, Meredith works her way around my pussy, darting here and there, never straying far from my aching bud. A guttural noise starts up in the back of my throat, a lustful uh uh uh I can’t control. I lean over the sink, my breath fogging the mirror, my legs trembling as she works her magic. Up, down, around, over, in, out. It’s as if she wants to relearn all my curves, every inch of me, imprinting my shape and taste on her darting tongue.
Then a thick finger dips into my wet cunt as she focuses on my clit again. My hand strays down to my crotch and I fist it into her hair, pulling her to me, humping her mouth as she finger fucks me. Yes, yes, yes! I don’t know if I speak the words out loud or scream them silently, but I’m close, God, the way she licks me, sucks me, bringing me to the edge of orgasm before finally pushing me over the edge.
Yes.
God, yes. A million times, yes.
She catches me in a tight embrace when I sink down into her lap, and as her mouth closes over mine, I realize I still love her, too.
* * * *
Meredith keeps her arm around my waist as we head back to our table. Our waiter is already there, the check in his hands and a slightly anxious look on his face. When he sees us approach, he smiles in relief.
With a grin of her own, Meredith jokes, “Thought we skipped out on you, I bet.”
“No, no,” he assures us, setting the check on our table. Our plates have been cleared away, after dinner mints left in their place. “Whenever you’re ready, mesdames. It’s been my pleasure this evening. I hope you both had a wonderful time.”
Meredith and I exchange a knowing look. “I think we did. What do you think, Lara?”
The mischievous look in her eye makes me wet all over again. “I definitely enjoyed myself tonight.” With a wink, I slip my hand into hers and give it a squeeze. “I’m going to have to find some way to return the favor.”
“Oh, I’m sure we’ll come up with something,” she promises.
I like the way that sounds.
THE END
ABOUT J.T. MARIE
J.T. Marie is a pseudonym for author J.M. Snyder, who publishes gay erotic and romantic fiction under her full name. A graduate of George Mason University, Marie worked as Fantasy Editor of the school’s sci-fi and fantasy journal, The Fractal, for two years. After college, she created and maintained an online webzine, Disenchanted, to further a love of fantasy fiction. For more information on her non-gay fiction, nonfiction, and poetry, please visit jtmarie.com.
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