by Amy Brent
Dorian felt her pulse quicken, her body wet and ready now, loving the attention Leslie gave her nipples. Each time Leslie sucked on one and tweaked her nipple Dorian gasped. She looked down at Leslie and smiled, she felt more alive now than ever before, more accepted.
“We can stop Dorian; I don’t want to push you into anything.” Leslie eyed her warily.
“No, I don’t want you to stop.” Dorian bit her lip.
“But?” Leslie waited.
“I don’t think I’m ready to give back, I’m not prepared for that…”
Leslie laughed at her comments. “No, sweetheart, tonight is just about you. Lay on the couch.”
Dorian moved carefully, laying her bare back on the coolness of the leather. She felt Leslie’s hands move slowly up her thighs until they reached her lacy panties. It took very little to remove them and sling them on the ground. She felt the cool air hit her hot skin as she lay there, exposed to Leslie’s eye.
“Dorian you are so beautiful, every single inch of you.”
Leslie kissed up her thighs and ran her tongue along them. Higher and higher she moved making Dorian pant and ache even more. Soon she was at the apex of her thighs, now glistening with her excitement. She felt her head move then, the onslaught was consuming. Her mouth seemed to be everywhere, licking nipping and sucking on her. Her body reacted on its own as Leslie made small circles on her. She moaned loudly, grinding into her face, seeking and needing so much more. Her hands found her head, and she loved the feel of her long hair as she arched her back, moving and seeking release.
It was more than just sex, and Dorian knew it the moment she looked down and saw Leslies face. Watching her mouth as she kissed and licked her most sensitive areas was more than she could take.
“Leslie, please.” She whispered it, but once Leslie made eye contact she crested, the world shattering into fragments of light as she felt the orgasm rush through her from head to toe.
She was spent, thinking it was over, but was surprised as she felt first one and then two fingers, pressing deep inside her. Still reeling, she quickly found Leslie’s pace, her hips moving with her hands. She heads Leslies laugh slightly as she moved, pummeling harder and harder still. Leslie moved back up her body slightly, never stopping the movement as she looked down at her face.
“That’s it baby, I love looking at you Dorian I love it.” She leaned down, her tongue jutting out to flick a pale pink nipple and Dorian crested the hill again, this time it was out of her hands as she bucked wildly off the bed, her knees trembling on their own.
Leslie lay back on the bed, and Dorian didn’t move, giving herself time to recover. When she did, she sat up quickly and smile at Leslie.
“That was wonderful.” She moved then, until she found her way into the crook of Leslies arm, and for the first time in a long time she felt at peace.
Leslie
She was more than turned on, she was losing her mind. It had been so long, too long. In fact, it seemed like she had been living in another person’s life as she finally stepped back into her own home. She tossed the keys on the counter, smiling at the evening and how perfect Dorian really was. She had been honest, telling her that the night was about her. Dorian wasn’t ready for anything more than what they’d shared. She jumped into the shower, loving the feel of the water as it cascaded down her body. She was still worked up over the experience they had shared, even if it went away tomorrow she would know it had been a special moment in time. She ran her hands down her body, lathering up and letting her fingers play and linger, hoping to find some relief from the deep ache she still carried.
Morning came quickly, and she woke to a new perspective on life. As she made her way downstairs, she made coffee, knowing that Tony would have something to complain about as he always did. She smiled at him anyway, noting his scowl at her.
“What the hell are you so happy about?” He poured himself a cup of the hot brew and yet she still just watched him. When she didn’t respond, he threw up his hands. “You’re such a dumb bitch Leslie.”
“I’m leaving Tony.”
He paused. “Leaving to go where?”
“No, I’m leaving you. I took care of all the arrangements last night when you were passed out drunk. The bills are paid through the end of the month, you're welcome and I took the liberty of calling your mother. She said she would come help you, since we both know you’re going to need it. Everything I need I have in the car, and anything else that’s mine, I will get later.”
“What the…” He trailed off as he moved towards her. She held up her hand.
“I wouldn’t touch me if I were you Tony, see that car out there, that’s the local P.D. just waiting for you to make a move at me so they can haul your sorry ass in. If I were you I’d take your coffee and get the hell out of my way once and for all.”
“Why are you doing this Leslie, you think they can stop me anyway?” He was breathing heavily and doing his best to come at her from an angle where he wasn’t watched.
She stood, gathering her jacket and purse. “I am doing this because for the first time in my life I care about me, and I’d really like to explore that concept.” She paused. “I hope you get help Tony because no woman in her right mind wants to be hit, and one day you will meet your match. Besides, I told you a long time ago I like women, not once did I say I just wanted to be married to a pussy like you.” She shut the door behind her with a slam, and set off to start her new life.
She found Dorian by the fax machine, but she waited to say anything. She didn’t want anything to be weird, or awkward between them. She glanced up once and Dorian gave her a knowing smile, and she knew they would be just fine. The days went on both of them settling into the new realization of who they were. Leslie found an apartment near work and Dorian helped her decorate it. She knew Dorian thought she loved her dirt bag husband, so she didn’t push anything with her anymore. From time to time Dorian would kiss her, but that was as far as it went.
A couple of weeks after the first time they had a gala at work. It was nothing more than a fancy party and a way to raise awareness for the firm. She planned out her outfit, simple strapless black dress and heels and her flawless complexion caused for no make-up. She looked different, happy now and she wanted things to stay this way. She knew she was in love with Dorian, but there was nothing she could do about it, not now. She certainly was no Homewrecker, and she knew that what had happened between them was just fun for Dorian.
Dorian
She wanted to look nice. She knew it mattered what Leslie thought of her, even above Charles. Their relationship was different, and not something she could explain really. The experience they had shared had been thrilling, but all of the emotion she felt now about Leslie was confusing. She had been proud of her for leaving Tony, knowing she was safe meant a lot to her. More than that she was just happier than Dorian had ever seen her.
She thought about her, more than she should and tonight she had dressed for her, wanting her to think she was beautiful. She glanced at the clock behind her. He had promised to be there, and he had known for weeks. She gave him another five minutes before she left on her own.
The gala was beautiful, and she blended in with the crowd, searching and seeking Leslie. Finally, she saw her wave and she made her way over. As usual, she felt Leslies eyes traveled over her body, taking in her look for the evening. She wasn’t surprised when Leslie leaned over to whisper.
“You look beautiful Dorian, as always.”
“You’re not so bad yourself, you know.”
Dorian took in her appearance. The tanned skin was perfect with the black sequined dress. It hugged her curves, molded into them almost. Her breasts were full and almost ready to spill over the top of her gown and Dorian wanted to touch her more in that moment than she ever had.
It was new for her, the desire that raced through her whenever Leslie was around. She had been given such a beautiful experience with Leslie, but she wanted more, wanted t
o know more. She felt a yearning deep down as Leslie moved to go meet a few other people, stopping to chat with one woman in particular. Whoever she was, she was a dazzling green gown, and she touched Leslies arm in a familiar way. Dorian felt it then, something different. She was jealous of whoever she was, she hated the way she possessively touched Leslies arm and wanted nothing more than to rip her away from Leslie.
She had feelings for Leslie, deep and real ones. The problem was she didn’t know what to do with them. She couldn’t leave Charles, not yet, but she wanted to be free, and to be happy like Leslie was doing now. She was still watching her when she felt an arm under her elbow.
“Sorry baby, I got held up at work.” She stiffened as he touched her, wanting more than anything to just walk away.
“You know Charles its funny, Mr. Randolph over there is a partner at the company where you work, did you know that? We should say hello?”
Before he had a chance to protest, she ushered the gentleman over to them. “Mr. Randolph it’s so nice to see you. This is my husband Charles, he works at the company, the division on Main and eighth.” She glanced up at Charles, nothing his color had changed some.
“Charles it is so nice to meet you. I was just sharing with your lovely wife how happy I was that the company shut down at one today. The early Friday thing has been a blessing.”
“Yes Charles just a blessing, wouldn’t you agree.” She turned to look at him, her eyes cutting into him as he squirmed.
“Very nice sir, and it is so nice to meet you as well.” She felt him tug her towards him and she suddenly felt tired, just tired of everything.
“Be careful about what you’re going to tell me Charles. I’m not an idiot, despite what you may think of me.”
He didn’t say a word, simply looking at her. Finally, he asked. “How long have you known?”
“Months. I followed you one day, but then after the third woman… I gave up.” She took a sip from the champagne glass in her hand.
“I didn’t know how to tell you Dorian. I just want more out of life than this. Being married. I feel trapped and stuck and a whole lot of other things.” He ran a hand through his hair.
“You still could have told me first Charles, not make me look like an idiot.”
“I’m sorry Dorian, really, I’m just a guy.”
“You're right, you are just a guy.” She smiled up at him. “Go wherever you left to come here, I’m done Charles. I’ll be out by the weekend.”
She spun on her heel, not waiting for a response and she saw Leslie waiting for her at the corner, smiling. She didn’t feel the sadness or remorse she thought she would feel, only a sense of relief that it was done. She walked side by side with Leslie as they moved out of the front door and down the long walk.
She subconsciously moved her hand into Leslie’s feeling her support and strength.
“Let’s go to your place.” She whispered it to Leslie, who waited as they drove their cars, Dorian, following behind.
Leslie
She felt her hand in hers, and with it felt her heart beat faster. If she didn’t stop it now, she would be lost. She would give her heart over to someone who may not even want it. The situation was far too risky, and she knew she needed to scale back some, or get hurt all over again.
She pushed open the door to her apartment and watched as Dorian came through it, marveling at the view from her balcony. She was smiling as she turned around. It seemed almost surreal as she came towards her and pulled Leslies head down to kiss her. As the kiss deepened, she warned herself to not put too much into it, it was just Dorian being curious.
Her dress was unzipped slowly and it fell to the ground, giving Dorian access to her. She felt her tongue lap at her breasts curiously and as she looked down, watching her, she felt the heat rush in quickly. Unlike Dorians, her body was darker, different. Her breasts were high on her chest, pert and rounded, her nipples darker and like gumdrops. Dorian moved to the other one, still watching Leslie for approval.
“I don’t think you’ve thought this through Dorian.” She whispered.
“I want to try, Leslie. I want to taste you like you did me.”
She exhaled quickly and moved to the bedroom. She stripped down the rest of her clothes and moved on the bed, giving Dorian access to all of her. She glanced down at her, loving the look of excitement on her face. She touched her, her fingers moving deftly. Dorian rubbed her tiny nub of excitement almost expertly, causing her to moan and arch up towards her.
She moved Dorians hair out of the way as she moved to do exactly as she said she wanted to. Her movements were slow at first, almost agonizingly slow. She gave her some mild instruction, but soon Dorian had a rhythm of her own, and one that Leslie could barely handle. She felt Dorian’s arms under her thighs curling around them as if to hold her still, as she buried herself more and more, tasting, seeking and loving.
“Dorian..oh yes yes, that’s good. Don’t stop baby, don’t stop.”
She panted until the sweet release came, hard and strong. It was almost more than she could take, her loud cries ominous in the stillness of the room. Dorian rose smiling, and it was obvious that she was very happy with herself. She climbed up, lying beside her and Leslie had to stare at her in wonder.
“You sure you’ve never done this before.” She smiled down at her and Dorian laughed slightly.
“No, only with you.” She smiled at her once more.
“Stay with me tonight Dorian, let me love you.”
She knew she had no right to ask, no claim to anything but she had to try.
Dorian
She knew there was more to them than this, but for now it was enough. She stood carefully letting her gown fall to the ground. She was giving her what she could, what she knew how to give. She felt the thrill as she pressed her breasts against Leslies, both alive with the excitement that came with their kind of lovemaking.
Leslie moved against her body swiftly and deftly. Her hands seemed to be everywhere at once. She knew no part of her was left untouched as Leslie glanced at her before moving her mouth along the contours of her body. She felt her body moving more as Leslie rolled her over, dropping kisses along her backside and down her legs until she rolled over once more. Kissing once more Dorian felt her body responding, the aching between her thighs just one part of her that was alive with the sensation. She was surprised when Leslie rose above her once more, interlocking their legs until their most private of parts were touching.
“Trust me Dorian, just let yourself feel,”
Leslie moved against her their mounds grinding into each other sweetly. Dorian felt the shot of electricity shoot through her and she wanted more, so much more. Before long Leslie’s slow and accurate strokes were replaced with Dorians grinding frenzied once as she rose up, just to press down harder where she wanted it most.
She gripped Leslie’s leg holding it tight as she rode her harder and harder still until Leslie stopped them completely, leaving her aching for more.
“Why did you stop; I was so close?” She was breathing harder, and she wanted release more than anything else.
Leslie kissed her hard, “Let me make it sweeter for you baby, get on your knees.”
She felt herself being pushed down on the bed on her stomach, and she left her knees up. She felt the heat of a blush rush through her face. She had never felt so exposed, so alive. Her mass of red hair was loose and flowing around her, something she knew Leslie loved. She felt the heat of her mouth on her from behind, so intense she bucked hard, gasping for air.
The onslaught was almost too much, but Leslie held her thighs still, as she loved her this way. Dorian felt tears spring to her eyes as she hit that plateau, this time she collapsed on the bed. She rolled over, nestling into Leslie, who kissed her gently, their tongues dancing together. She felt Leslie cover them, tucking her in close before she fell asleep.
She felt her phone buzzing and she opened it, not wanting to move from the comfort of the bed she wa
s in. It had been a long time since she had slept so well and she glanced over at Leslie who was just waking as well. Leslie gave her the sign that she was going to make coffee and then she stood, moving into the kitchen.
“Hello. Yes, this is she. Oh no, no. Ok, I’ll be right there.” She snapped the phone shut, closing her eyes only a moment before she stood, draping of her gown, frantically trying to put herself together.
She stumbled out into the kitchen and frowned.
“I have to go Leslie. Charles has been… well he was in an accident and they won’t tell me anything...” She glanced around for her missing shoe.
Leslie moved to give it to her.
Dorian stopped, looking up at Leslie. “I’m sorry I have to go.”
“I understand, just be careful.”
She moved quickly to get outside and into her car, though her heart was a jumbled mess. The hospital was full of people and just finding where he had been taken was a chore. Finally, she found him, and his doctor.
“He is going to be fine, but he hit his head. For a moment we thought it was much bigger than it is, but your husband is fine, just fine.” The doctor told her reassuringly. “We are keeping him for a few days, just to be safe.”
She exhaled slowly, it was going to be a long week.
Leslie
She should have known better. She tapped her pen on the desk in front of her continuously. She had fallen in love with a woman, who had a husband, was very clearly married, and was likely never to speak to her again. The last part seemed extreme, but then she hadn’t heard much from Dorian in a week.
She wanted more, a lot more than she had a right to want. It was true, Charles was awful to treat her the way he did, something Leslie would never do to Dorian. But, he was still her husband, and when he was hurt she went running to him, just as she should. She spun her chair around, doing her best to focus on her work. Since leaving Tony she had never felt more alive, and surprisingly enough, he had left her alone. She had so much more she wanted to do with her life, and all of them, she had imagined Dorian doing with her, despite her best effort to push those thoughts aside.