Almost Blinded to Love

by A. Mistory

  "I think I will, if it's okay with you."

  "Fine," I said.

  "Be back in a few minutes."

  As had gotten to be the usual with her, Cali showered, and I sat on the sofa more out of it than ever. I wanted to think, but my mind wasn't working. That alien in me was making its presence known again, comforting, yet very uncomfortable to a part of me. In time, it decided to gang up on me with my pussy. I felt them, and tried to make sense of it, to know what was going on in me, but it just kept growing in me, then making me move, and I knew my pussy was suddenly cheering.

  I was in Cali's bedroom before I realized it. The light was dim, but I could see Cali coming out, toweling herself dry. Swallowing was the hardest thing I ever did as I watched her. She was unaware of me being there, and turned off the shower light before she stepped into the bedroom proper. Cali was magnificently slender, smooth, lithe, her skin glowing, her breasts just as I had imagined they would be when I picked her up earlier.

  "Uh!" Cali uttered, startled as she saw me. "Goodness, I didn't know you were there. I'm sorry," Cali said softly, but not concerned about how she might look.

  Cali didn't move away, but instead came closer, her nakedness not bothering her a bit, but it was bothering me. It was eating me up. I noticed the soft curls at her pussy, and I swallowed hard. I knew I wanted her, that I wanted to bury my face in her lovely lips, and drink of her. My desire for Cali was like a furnace in me, making my mind foggier by the second.

  Then Cali was in my arms again, and she was holding me; we were holding each other.

  "Make love to me, Mimi," Cali whispered to me, her voice urgent as was the fire in me. "Please make love to me," she said, her lips seeking mine.

  I groaned as we had our first real kiss, and everything became a blur to me as Cali’s lips felt so sweet to me. Sweet and burning, leaving whatever I thought that I liked in a woman in cinders.

  We were on the bed, and I was eagerly finding every spot on Cali's delicious body, giving myself over to whatever it was in me that was driving me, Cali was gladly letting me, her hands as feverish as my mind was.

  "Yes, yes. Oh, god, Mimi, yes. Make love to me, my sweet Mimi. Make love to me. I love you so much, Mimi, I love you," Cali spoke uncontrollably, pouring her heart out to me as I endlessly kissed her face, shoulders, and neck.

  When I got to her breasts, I loved them. Oh, lord, I loved them. They weren't large as I thought I loved breasts in my hands to be, but they were firm, deliciously supple, and wider than I had imagined them to be when I first knew Cali. How had I not known her, seen her? How had I not wanted her? That alien in me wanted her, and goaded me to suckle her nipples, bite at them lovingly, and kiss and lick her breasts as if I were a mad person, a person that was as one who was deprived of love for centuries. In a way I was.

  "I've waited so long for this, wanted you so much. Love me, Mimi. Love me anyway you want to, but love me," Cali said, pressing my face to the sweetness of her bosom as she arched her back.

  "Uhh," she suddenly sucked in her breath as I kissed down to her navel, and then laid my head there, one hand now seeking near to her pussy on her thighs. Cupping her pussy, my fingers gently, but barely moving, I was aware of a nice puffiness to her mound. I know I loved it, and continued to allow my fingers to tell me of its loveliness, its promise of marvelous, and sweetly loving sex.

  Cali shivered, then quickly opened her legs more for my hand, her hips now squirming under my touch. My hands and lips were synchronized now; they knew the joy that they sought was close by. I lifted one of Cali's legs, and began kissing inside of that thigh, my breath straining, my lips hungry for her. I felt a sense of stupidity knowing I was still dressed, and on my knees aside the bed, but I didn't care, I just wanted Cali. I wanted Cali's pussy against my face, my mouth gorging on her love.

  "Oh, god," Cali gasped with the shock of my lips getting their first taste of her love.

  I savored that small taste, sensing her flavor that I knew was hers alone, and loving it instantly. I wanted more, I wanted cup full after cup full of her love. Never had my heart desired that most beloved of all flows than it did with Cali.

  Cali shivered, and I pressed into her, moaning with my need, the feeling I had of wanting to be exactly where I was, but wanting more. Seeking her pussy’s lips, I turned my face to capture as much of one from the inside as I could, and licked its wall, lapping at her wetness, breathing of her fragrance. My heart fluttered, and I madly licked at her generous offering.

  "I love you, Mimi. Oh, god, I love you. You feel so sweet, so sweet," Cali went on without pause, her hips lifting to try to push into me, or get me into her.

  There was nothing timid about Cali now, only her burning desire, her pussy needing to be loved, giving me a river of her joy to take if I wanted it. I sucked her lips gently, then worked my tongue into her, then sucked some more. My hands were searching out her ass cheeks, finding them, then squeezing her sweet globes as I pushed her up to me, and tried to merge her pussy with my face. My tongue lashed her swiftly, then dove into her as far as I could, and wished my tongue was like a snake’s tongue so I could enter her deepest recesses.

  Cali's hips were moving in sync to the music of her pussy of their own accord when my lips found her clitoris. I suckled lightly on it, then swirled my tongue around it. I varied the motions, the touches, hard, soft, then lightly teasing, flicking at it with the tip of my tongue, wanting her to produce as much of her love for me to drink as I could. I kept going back to her lips to drink of her loveliness, then back to her clit. I was driving her wild, and myself wilder. At last she was about to finish, her hips swaying wildly, then bucking into my lips. It was so easy to lock us together, and I let my face ride her pussy.

  "Ohhhhh, god, Mimi. Oh, god. Please, Mimi, please. Yessss, yessssss!" she shouted.

  Cali came hard, her whole body quivering, her hips bucking, her hands grabbing my hair, pulling and pushing my face into and away from her as if fucking herself with it. Cali's hips kept jerking spasmodically, her body still quivering, and her swollen lips throbbing hotly into my face, my lips loving the feel of them. My cheeks soon loved the feel of Cali's trembling lips as I laid first the one on them, then treated my other cheek, too. I loved feeling her after shocks, of her pussy contracting in the last throes of love.

  "Tha-that was so beau-beautiful. God, it was beautiful, and so sweet," Cali pronounced her love of it.

  "Cali, I love eating your pussy," I murmured. "Don't let me hurt you," I said, then licked at her lips again.

  "Oh, god," she blurted out in surprise at my tongue on her again, and shivered.

  I licked some more, but made sure I did so gently, though I wanted to do so fast and furiously, I so loved her pussy, her taste, her sweetness. Cali's hips soon began moving fast again, and my tongue did too. For a while I stayed away from her clit, but then as Cali began to love it too much, I went after it with a vengeance, but as gently as I could.

  Cali screamed again and again. After a while, she was almost sitting up, one hand feverishly combing my hair, then the back of my neck. I loved hearing her enjoy my love of her, and I loved her pussy like none other I’d ever eaten before, and I didn’t stop to wonder why that was so, I just kept on loving her.

  "Love me, Mimi, love me," she panted between the words as her orgasm hit its peak, her hips writhing in their unruly passion beneath me.

  Cali's pussy was swollen like crazy, her lips pulsing madly against my face where I loved to be. I felt of her moistness, her heat, and I moaned, and rubbed my face into her, wanting to eat more of her deliciousness, to drink more of her feminine delicacy.

  "Mimi, I love you. I love you so much. Please let me kiss you. Please, Mimi, let me hold you, and kiss you. Hold me, Mimi," Cali nearly begged.

  Lord, I hated leaving her pussy. It had been too long since Myra left, and I had never had a pussy like Cali’s. As I moved slowly, woodenly, I knew I wanted to stay, but my mind wasn't working right. There was something
that wasn't right in me. Yes, I loved Cali's pussy, and I knew I wanted her again, now even, but I was still in that dazed state, and I had to get away. I had to focus, and find out what was happening to me.

  Cali was kissing me, her arms about my neck, and I was kissing her back, but still not fully functioning mentally, my feelings not making sense to me, other than I wanted to eat her pussy some more. I had really loved eating her pussy, had loved her taste, and loved drinking of her love. That thought kept coming to me, both as words, and like I was sensing it in me somehow, an emotion of desire, passion, and lust.

  "Stay with me, Mimi. Please, stay my love. Take your clothes off, and get in bed with me, and let me hold you."

  Cali was as emotional as any person I'd ever heard, and more. Her voice was wanting, loving, excited, and still needing. Cali needed me, I knew. She still needed me. What did I need? Did I need anything? I felt dumb, my mind still stilted.

  "Cali, I, I think I better go. Please, Cali," I nearly begged. "Go to sleep, and I'll call you tomorrow. Okay?" I said so softly it was like a whisper, but from someone far away.

  "Noooo, Mimi, noooo," Cali nearly wailed quietly, but emotionally. "Don't go, Mimi. Pleeease don't."

  "Cali, I have to. Please," I did beg.

  Cali cried silently. I hated that I ruined the night for her, that I was making her feel the turmoil I knew was in her now.

  "I'll call you tomorrow. I promise," I said lamely.

  "I'm sorry, Mimi. I'm sorry, but I do love you. I can't help it. I love you," her voice trailed away, her heart breaking, I knew.

  I kissed her lips, and pulled away. I was beginning to feel like shit, and I wasn't sure why.

  "I'll make sure the door is locked, and I'll call you tomorrow. Bye, hun," I said softly, and left.

  I had heard her sobbing as I walked away. She couldn't help it, and I knew it. A part of me wanted to rush back into her arms, and hold her, but another part of me was still stupefied. The alien in me grew, and mocked me.

  Home, I took off my clothes unthinkingly, and took a shower, then got in bed. My mind began to try to think, and I pushed it to do so. Cali loved me. I remembered her saying it, then saying it again, but I thought it was in the heat of her passions. Then she told it to me again before she began to cry when I said I had to leave.

  She did love me.

  What did I feel about her? My emotions were still clouded, and my resident alien chided me again. Then I looked at my emotions, at least those that were easy to conjure up. My pussy reacted instantly. I began squirming as the rush of Cali's sweetness came to me. It came more as a remembrance by my body, and not my mind. My body was thinking for me, my mouth, my taste buds, my tongue that took such great pleasure in licking her walls and clitoris, all of that surprisingly wonderful pussy that was Cali's. I was getting horny again, but as was so often my way, my horniness extended to wanting to make love to Cali again, to be at those sweet lips between her thighs, to feel her shockingly sweet cheeks in my hands, and to feel her hips lifting up anxiously to rub my face with her joy.

  My hands moved to my breasts, and I began to wonder what it would be like to be with Cali as Myra had at times been with me. We would lie on our sides, both suckling the other's breasts, nibbling at the nipple, licking and kissing the breast we were at. Later, our hands often found their way to each other's pussy, and we'd frantically send ourselves into our beautiful oblivion. Cali's breasts weren't big, but they were amazingly appealing, and lovely to behold, to kiss, fondle, and to suckle, including her nipples that delighted me then, and my memory now.

  My memory! It was burning in my mind, and setting my body on fire.

  I well knew what Cali's pussy felt like, and how much I loved it. My hand started to think of itself caressing Cali's labium, then my fingers entering her softly, lovingly. I moaned, and wiggled almost obscenely. Though it was ridiculous to think, my old proclivities a testament otherwise, I was wanting to make love to Cali very much. Cali was adorable in contravention to my old ways. My body's thoughts, and my moans were like a sleeping potion, for the next thing I knew it was morning.

  Chapter 8

  Waking up, I felt good, my mind seeming to be clear. Somehow, I knew that I didn't expect to have a clear mind. Cali came to mind instantly, and my body reacted more than warmly—it reacted deliciously. My whole body reacted deliciously. I felt warm and beautiful inside of me. I felt joy and I felt love. I felt love! Love that captivated me. Love that had me feeling as giddy and foolish like a school girl with her first crush.

  Then my thoughts interrupted the love-fest within me. My thoughts were limited, only knowing that I had to see Cali, had to be with her no matter how my body wanted to be singing in the joy it was feeling.

  I showered again, and quickly went through my morning necessities, then called her.

  "Hello, Mimi," she answered the phone, her caller ID giving me away.

  Cali didn't sound overjoyed to be hearing from me, and though I blocked it out, I knew she had reason to be unhappy with me. I had to fix that if I could, if she’d let me. Oh, lord, what would I do if she didn’t?

  "Hi, Cali. Would it be okay to come over now? I mean, were you planning to leave, or something else?"

  "No, I wasn't going anywhere, and you know you can come anytime, but if it's just to say good bye, please, Mimi, just do it now."

  Cali's voice sounded as if she was nearly in tears, the words coming out uneven, and almost cracking.

  "No, Cali, never. I'd never say good bye. I just wanted to see you, to talk to you. Is that okay?"

  "Yes. It's fine," she said softly, and I knew she did cry now.

  "Thanks. I'll be there in a few minutes. Bye."

  I got in my car, and I swear it flew, I was at her house so fast. When Cali opened the door, I was frozen again, and stared at her. She'd put on a blouse and skirt, stockings and heels, and my mouth went dry, my lips parching immediately, she was so beautiful.

  "You're beautiful," came out of my mouth.

  Cali's face got weak looking, and some tears started to well up in her eyes.

  "Don't, Mimi," she began to quietly beg. "Please don't..."

  She never got a chance to finish whatever she was going to say. I kissed her, my arms going about her, then hers went around my neck, her lips squirming on mine, and those sweet noises I’d suddenly learned to love from her coming out as we kissed. It was a heady kiss, and I didn't want to end it. Cali ended it, pulling her lips away, but still clinging to me as I did to her.

  "Please don't play with me, Mimi. I've never felt this way before, and it's killing me," she whispered, her voice filled with so much sweet emotion, with love, and it thrilled me.

  "I'm not playing with you, Cali. I had to see you, and this is new to me too. Please give me a little time. I promise you that I'm not playing with you."

  "God, I hope not. I love you so much, Mimi, and it hurts. It hurts badly," she said, the first ‘it hurts’ being emphasized strongly.

  "I know, baby, I know. Come with me," I said.

  She pulled back.

  "Where?"

  "Have you had breakfast yet?"

  "No."

  "We could go out and eat, or we can go to my house, and I'll cook something, then maybe you can see some of my paintings. Would you like to do that?"

  "You cook?" she asked, really wondering.

  "Yes, passably. You?"

  "Uh-huh," she said, sounding easier, more amiable.

  "Ready, then?"

  "O-okay. Let me get my purse," she decided to take a chance. I wondered why I hadn’t told her that I loved her. I promised myself that I would, and soon. Very soon.

  It was nice outside, so we didn't need coats or sweaters, or anything, and Cali came back as she was, but with her purse.

  "Home, or a restaurant?"

  "I think I'd like to see if you really can cook," Cali said, and smiled shyly.

  That smile was like magic to me, lighting up my heart. When we got to my place, I
put on a fresh pot of coffee.

  "Like coffee?" I asked belatedly.

  I'd never seen her drink coffee, but she nodded her head, and smiled sweetly.

  "Do you take cream or sugar?"

  "Both," she said.

  I set the creamer and sugar out, and spoons.

  "Eggs?"

  "Okay."

  "Bacon and toast?"

  "Yes, I like them."

  As the coffee was brewing, I got the eggs and bacon out, and started the toast. Putting on the bacon, I reached for the butter, forks, and a knife.

  "Let me help," Cali said, getting up, and coming to where I was. I could sense her getting excited, my excitement catching on with her though I still hadn’t told her why I felt as I did.

  My breath was coming fast and hard as I looked at her. Cali was so lovely. Why hadn't I seen it before? My knees wobbled, and I turned my head to steady myself by not looking at her. I was getting so ridiculous, acting so like a little schoolgirl.

  "Where are the plates?" Cali asked.

  "Here," I said, reaching for them.

  Cali did too, and we brushed our bodies together. It was as if a lightening bolt had shot through me, and gone directly to my pussy, to my clit, and turned my mind to mush. The plates hit the counter with a clang, and I took Cali in my arms again, and kissed her. This time there was no stopping it, no stopping Cali or me, and we knew it.

  I started walking Cali to my bedroom, but she stopped me.

  "The bacon is still on," she whispered excitedly, but not because of the bacon.

  I reached back, and turned the eye off, then kissed her again, our walking resuming slowly. It was hard for Cali to walk backward, but she did. Shortly, we were in my bedroom, our lips never parting, and Cali making all sorts of wonderful sounds that I was loving. Our bodies parted as we started taking our clothes off, but our lips were adamant in the need to be together. I unbuttoned Cali's blouse, and she worked on mine. As we shed them, our lips parted temporarily, but rushed to meet again, our hands seeking to undo our bras. When they were about ready to drop, we both had to pull back. We had to see each other. My own breasts tumbled free, and Cali gasped.