Attractions of the Heart

by Cheri Crystal

  By August 1981, on the boardwalk of Jones Beach, Leslie said, “So, you want to start looking at houses?”

  I was speechless. I wanted that more than anything in the world.

  She stopped walking and turned to face me. “I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you.” She reached into her pocket and handed me a small velvet sack. My hands shook as I opened the drawstring to reveal a gold band with four diamond chips.

  “I hope it fits.”

  She slid it onto my finger and it fit perfectly, just like her arms around me. We kissed.

  We stopped at a liquor store on the way home for a bottle of champagne. I’d need it to break the news to my parents. My heart pounded as we walked up the lawn and went straight into the kitchen. I poured four glasses of champagne, drank two for courage, and refilled the empty glass before heading to the den. My parents were watching TV as usual. Leslie helped me carry down the glasses.

  “Mom. Dad. Leslie and I have great news. We’re going to move in together.” I then showed them my ring, and beaming, I announced, “We love each other.” I put my arm around her waist and she pulled me close by my shoulder. That may not have been the safest way to come out, but I was deliriously happy. I wanted to add, “And Ma, she bought the cow,” but I didn’t want to press my luck.

  My father stood up first and came over to me. I thought if ever I was going to have a heart attack, it was going to be right then and there, but instead he hugged Leslie and me. “Welcome to the family,” he said, and that was the signal for my mom to join in the group hug.

  “I was wondering how long it was going to take for you two to figure out what we knew all along.”

  “You knew?” I said, incredulously. “And you didn’t tell me!” My heart burst with love and pride for my girlfriend and my parents for loving her too.

  August 2007 marked the twenty-fifth year since our commitment ceremony and we’re more in love than ever.

  GOING FISHING

  Gerri had a reputation for breaking hearts. While I didn’t want to top her long list of discarded femmes, I couldn’t help it if the alluring dyke drove me crazier than a fish out of water desperate to be thrown back into the ocean. I’d drown if I couldn’t join her fishing and I longed for so much more.

  I hadn’t seen Gerri since the night before she left for Women’s Week. The fact that I missed her after only a week was starting to scare me. I was falling for her and only a concrete floor could stop me now. She was flying to Provincetown with a couple of friends from work, and I was supremely jealous that they were going without me. It was impossible to get the time off from work no matter how hard I tried to finagle it, and besides, I wasn’t employed there long enough to rate a vacation.

  I drove Gerri to the airport and did what I hoped was an Academy Award winning performance of portraying someone okay with her departure. We worked together, and even though it was against company policy to have “an intimate relationship” with a coworker, regardless of gender, I had the hots for her. I’d heard rumors from reliable sources that she had a history of breaking hearts. As much as I didn’t want to top her long list or lose my job, I couldn’t control my feelings any more than I could control the tingle in my clit whenever she was around. I was happy when she took me up on my offer for a ride, so we could spend time together outside of work.

  At the end of the week, I eagerly went to pick her up. It was a good thing her plane landed on time since I had arrived at the airport an hour early. When I spotted her approaching, I was delighted that she was alone. It turned out that the other two women had opted to stay a few extra days – lucky them, or more appropriately, lucky me.

  Coming towards me, I saw that her ruddy complexion was simply radiant, accentuating her dazzling bright blue eyes. There was a roughness to her angled features from years of playing outdoors, which captivated me from the first moment I set my sights on her. I noticed her cheeks were especially red, maybe even a bit chaffed. She must have gotten a windburn since weather reports said it had rained most of the week. I longed to run my fingers through her short-cropped blonde hair. It looked windblown and messy, just the way I liked it. I impulsively hugged her. Seemingly unfazed by my overly friendly gesture, as we weren’t on a hugging basis, she flashed me her best Gerri smile, and winked. I melted.

  Weak at the knees and barely recovered, I asked, “How was your trip?”

  “Great.” She shifted her backpack like it didn’t weigh a ton and started walking towards baggage claim. I struggled to keep up with her pace.

  We made our way over to the luggage carousel and waited. It’s amazing how pleasant waiting is when you’re in the right company. It afforded me a chance to really check her out. I zeroed in on how tight her jeans were and was envious of the intimacy the material had with her crotch. When she noticed the direction of my gaze, she gave me a sideway glance. I averted my eyes and blushed. She came in an irresistible package. The draw was not only did the tight jeans show off her long, trim legs, but her jacket barely reached the top of her butt. And what an amazing butt she had. I swallowed to avoid drooling.

  She was still talking when I realized I’d missed most of her conversation because I was too busy undressing her in my mind. My hungry gaze traveled north and lingered on her breasts. I imagined that she wasn’t wearing a bra and her small, firm breasts needed to be tweaked.

  “I heard it rained,” I said while we stood there as lights flashed, a buzzer sounded, and the conveyor belt was activated.

  “The sea was full of fish and the town was full of lesbians. Did it rain? I didn’t notice.”

  I caught the “full of lesbians” part and a sharp pain jabbed me in the stomach. “Very funny.” I forced a grin, but acted more like a lovesick puppy. Glancing down at a candy wrapper on the floor, I tried to hide the dopey look on my face.

  “P-town was fantastic. First the fish – I caught three blue fins and one striped bass from the breakwater and one striped bass from Herring Beach. The weather wasn’t ideal for sunbathing, but it was perfect for fishing.” Whenever she mentioned her expeditions, her animation spoke volumes. Not missing a beat, she grabbed her suitcase off the conveyer belt with ease. “Just need the fishing rod case and we’re outa here.”

  Making its way down the belt, we spotted the four-foot tube with her prized possession – it was impossible to miss. I offered to take it, but she almost bit my head off.

  “Nope. Nobody touches the rod case.”

  “Okay.” I put my hands up in surrender and backed away, but only slightly. “You sure are touchy about your fishing rod. I’ll take the other bag.”

  “I got it,” she said forcefully.

  Did she think she would have her butch card revoked if she let me help? I already knew how strong she was from watching her single-handedly rearrange the storeroom at work or move the massive copy machine when something fell behind it. Nothing was too heavy for her. She was a head taller than I was, despite my two-inch heels. If I was 5’2” and 110 pounds soaking wet, I had her pegged at 5’11” and 145 pounds. She could probably pick me up while carrying a ton of bricks with one hand tied behind her back. How I longed for her to do just that. Was I getting too carried away here? I wished she would carry me away. Oh, how I wished!

  Once she had the three bags securely in her grasp, we weaved our way through the sea of travelers. It was hard for me to keep up with her long-limbed pace. I’m sure I had to take three steps for every one of hers. Breathless was a good word for how I felt, but it wasn’t entirely due to walking so fast.

  “I love being out by the sea. That’s one of the reasons why I fish. Catching them is a bonus. I would never live far from the coast. I reckon I would pine away if I didn’t have a body of water nearby,” she said.

  “It sounds wonderful. Take me with you next time.”

  She stopped for a second and looked directly at me. “You want to fish with me?” I nodded and prayed I didn’t appear too eager. “Wow, you’re the first woman th
at has asked to come along.” She seemed genuinely surprised.

  “I like to fish,” luring her in with my seductive tone. She must have missed it since she resumed walking. We made our way out of the terminal and onto the street. The cool October night air did nothing to dispel my heat.

  “Mostly, I ask women to come along, and they don't turn up.”

  “I find it hard to believe. Who would do that?”

  “You’d be surprised.”

  “Well, I’d show up for sure.”

  She stopped two inches short of colliding with a bell captain. I watched as she ran her fingers through her hair and found myself envious of her hands. This yearning was getting out of control. I imagined flinging my body into her arms, calling out, ready or not, here I come, which was ridiculous, if not a bit too forward.

  The airline worker took his sweet ass time moving the luggage rack, but I didn’t mind. I don’t know if it was the way my gaze worshipped her despite all attempts at appearing too cool to care, but her flirtatious gesture in return penetrated me like microwaves. The heat of her stare shot right to my core. My face had to resemble day glow by then, registering temperatures in direct proportion to the passion stirring in my belly and radiating through my clit.

  “Easy girl! You’re not flirting with me, are you? You know I will treat you bad if you are.” She cocked her eyebrow, and I thought I would die. “Don’t start me up or I may get rough with you.”

  “Promises, promises,” I replied a bit more boldly then I felt.

  “Oh, so you like it rough?”

  Was she daring me? “Ohh, yes, the rougher the better.” I could feel my tits stand on end in anticipation, wishing with all my heart that she would ravish me right then and there. I’d kneel submissively at her feet if she asked. But she didn’t have to know that.

  “Careful, you may get what you wish for,” she warned.

  “You don’t scare me,” I stated bravely though the thought of what she was capable of doing to me had me wet. Was I daring her? Where did that come from? I smiled inwardly, my body thrumming with excitement on the way to my parked SUV. Walking became a chore. Fumbling with the keys, my hands visibly shaking, I barely got the front door open when she threw in her bags and pressed me up against the cold metal, pushing the door closed just beneath my trembling body. Her arms and legs pinned me to the passenger side door. Shock yielded to surprise when her mouth came down hard on mine. I couldn’t breathe, but at that point, I had more important things on my mind. Before I knew what hit me she had her calloused hands on my taut nipples. The rough skin of her palm sent shivers down my spine and into my pelvis. Gasping for breath, I tightened my arms around her waist and parted my lips for her to penetrate me with her tongue, deepening our kiss.

  Fueled by a longing I had nursed for months, I was insatiable for her touch. I wanted to caress her until her nipples crunched up. Reaching for her breasts, soft moans of pleasure escaped my lips. But her hands intercepted my intentions, and I cried in protest. She silenced me with another kiss and my breath caught. Her hands moved down to the top of my jeans. I nearly fainted, but her thigh nestled between my legs held me up.

  Not knowing how she managed to get the door open while maintaining our contact didn’t seem to matter, and before I knew it, I was sprawled out on the back seat of my SUV, and she was ripping off my boots then my jeans. I rarely wear underwear, since I hate panty lines and thongs. I purposely didn’t have any on, and the effect of her discovery was evident on her beaming face. Lust oozed out of from her pores.

  We were in a public lot, and although it was late, there was still the chance that other passengers could be lurking about searching for their cars. The thought of getting caught with my pants off and my legs spread wide open for the whole world to see further tantalized me.

  “You like it rough? Well, that’s what you’re gonna get.”

  And with that I felt her thrust two fingers in and out of my wet and inviting cunt. I gasped when she did it again except with more fingers. She pounded me good, and my hips kept the perfect rhythm of a choreographed dance on MTV. I wanted her, no, I needed her to touch my clit, but she was too busy teasing my hole, tormenting me, actually. I tried to get her to touch my neglected nub, but she relentlessly avoided my need.

  Finally, she thumbed my clit while finger fucking me hard – I bit my lip. My breath grew faster. I was getting closer just as she removed her thumb.

  “Shit! Don’t stop.” Getting desperate, I moved my hips, hoping my clit would brush up against her thumb, but to no avail. “You’re such a tease.” I was dripping with desire as I tried to move closer to her hand, wishing her thumb would rub me right. “Gerri, my clit…oh, please,” I almost sobbed.

  “You begging me?”

  “Yes. I said please.”

  “And stop saying please. Just tell me what you want.” She appeared to be enjoying her dominant butch status, but I saw right through her feigned irritation.

  “I want all of you…in…me.” I needed her so badly I thought the world would crumble if she didn’t take me right then and there.

  She thumbed my clit once more, sending shock waves through my pelvis and tightening every muscle in the lower half of my body all the way down to my toes. Just as quickly, she removed her thumb. I groaned long and loud as she gave me an evil lopsided grin. She was so damn hot!

  “You are such a fucking tease,” I said, this time with conviction. Once more, I pulled her mouth to mine. I bit her lip, and then licked and kissed it afterwards.

  She placed my right thigh over her shoulder and leaned into me, pressing her jeans then her belt buckle into my clit. I was more open and desperate than before, especially when she went in for a firmer grasp on my tits.

  “God, Gerrrr. You trying to kill me here?”

  “You wanted rough…”

  “Yeah, rough. Fuck me hard. Plea…” Wishing so hard to get what I wanted, the last word got caught in my throat. I was so wet and steamy, I feared I’d evaporate if she kept me waiting even one more millisecond. I was so turned on, so in love, and she was so incredible. I’d never met anyone like her and knew instantly there had to be some cosmic connection for my mind and body to respond this way. I surrendered to her, and she could have whatever she wanted.

  The moment her whole fist was inside me, the world around me ceased to exist except for this wondrous feeling only the woman of my dreams could illicit. I cried out in ecstasy. “Yes,” I yelled, as my muscles gripped her hand with each forceful thrust. “Harder.”

  She smiled. I could tell she was loving this, and I loved that smile. “You’re so beautiful when you beg.”

  Never in my life had I felt anything like this before. It was like being stretched, and very full, very taken. I wanted to surrender to Gerri so bad, and getting my wish was a dream come true. The more she fucked me the wetter and closer I got to climaxing. It was extraordinary.

  She bit the flesh of my hip while she continued fucking me with her fist.

  When I didn’t think I could take one more excruciating but delicious second, wanting to come so bad it hurt, she placed her mouth on my clit, sucking and licking until my body gave way for the sweet release it longed for. I had handfuls of her baby fine hair in my hands while I came. I thought I heard her gasp when I nearly ripped her hair out of her scalp, so I eased up on the tension and let the silky tresses slip from my fingers. I was too weak as all my strength drained out from my body in orgasmic bliss. She rewarded me by releasing her fist slowly out of my sated center and gingerly licking my clit with talented strokes. Her tongue was barely touching me as I recovered from the first orgasm, but her strokes were just enough to get the tension to build in my clit once more. Expertly, she worked the shaft, tip and the surrounding swollen areas like an Olympian until I felt the explosion begin again. If rating orgasms on a scale from one to ten, ten being the best, then this one was a twenty-five. The climax felt like it lasted for hours. I lost all track of time and place until she collaps
ed on top of me. I kissed her sweaty brow.

  “You can fish with me, anytime,” she said.

  “How about tomorrow?”

  “Sure, tomorrow is perfect.” She flashed me another one of those unforgettable “Gerri” smiles. “But next time, it’s my turn to cast the line.”

  “Deal.” And with that, I managed to get dressed with a big ass grin on my face as I looked forward to future fisting er...I meant, fishing.

  BEST FRIENDS DON’T FUCK

  Cate has vacationed in the tropics with her best friend, Joy, for years. Much to her dismay, she finds her sex-crazed-self wanting much more than a perfect travel companion or a quick romp, except Joy is off-limits. How will Cate manage to avoid erupting like a volcano if Joy ignores her advances?

  Joy and I planned our annual vacation together and shared a room to save money. This time we chose an island resort in the Caribbean to unwind after an exhausting year setting up a joint business venture. I had every intention of relaxing and enjoying the scenery. The opulent lobby could easily encompass several city blocks. Palm trees reached the vaulted glass ceilings, indoor waterfalls rivaled nature, Toucans sat on perches, and the scent of hibiscus flowers filled the air instead of the Manhattan hustle and bustle. I sucked in my breath as excitement coursed through my body and exhaled to allow calmness to take over. The serene moment was lost when I heard my friend shout.

  “What do you mean you gave away our room?” Joy demanded.

  “I’m sorry, Miss. It was an oversight.” The clerk didn’t look all that sorry. Joy looked like she was about to rearrange his meek face. I saw the pulse in her neck beat in sync with my heart.

  “Well, you’d better check again because we were confirmed.”

  “I have one room left.” He glanced up from the screen. “But it has only one king-sized bed.”