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Almost Blinded to Love
By A. Mistory
It's rotten to find you've suddenly been dumped! For a time, I really thought we had something good going. My current, or ex-current, I guess, partner told me she had to do it, had to have a man. Well, I knew she was bi, but she said that was over, that she hadn't had a man in several years, and women were all she was interested in, me in particular when she told me this about nine months ago.
This was just about enough. My ego was feeling very tender after this. Would I never find love, real love, or was it only a myth? No, it wasn't a myth, Carole and Jessi had love. Why couldn't I? Still, Lydia moving away and ending our relationship, and now Myra, and my ego is fracturing big time.
I knew about Myra, that she'd been with men, had liked them, but I also knew for sure that she had been exclusively with women for the last couple of years. There was no way Myra could go out with a woman, and a man too. I mean, you can, but all the time? I doubted it.
We were both unattached when we got together, Myra for about two months, and me for about six months after Lydia left. Myra's last partner was Shirley, a blonde that was nice to look at. What happened to them, I didn't know. Whatever broke them up, she was with Shirley nonstop, almost like a marriage. It was pretty much the same when we were together, or at least I thought so.
Myra had very sweet looking brown hair that she wore short, and was very vivacious. That, and a good dancer. We loved to dance. We met formally while she was with Shirley, but we didn't try to hit on each other. I've always respected boundaries, what I felt were rights when someone was partnered, or even just out on a date. Myra was pretty much that way too, and I liked and respected that.
When I found out about her break up with Shirley, I was instantly interested. I hated sleeping alone, and though I loved to play with my clit, I preferred for it to be played with by a lover, and even better, a partner. Besides, Myra was my type of woman. We all have our preferences, and Myra had a killer body as far as I was concerned, and everyone else thought so too.
My former partner before Myra, Lydia, was as close as I ever came to being head-over-heels in love, my high school days not being counted, that is. That was puppy love, but Lydia was like me, I think, and not really in love. Lydia was exceptionally good looking, and her body was similar to mine, not as lush as Myra's, but right to my taste in my women. I had thought that we got along great, but as with Myra, love just wasn't there, I guess.
What did it take to find love, to meet someone you really knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with? Whatever it was, I hadn't found it. Had I simply been willing to accept good sex with an erotic body? I began to think that might be my problem, and if it wasn't, then I didn't know what it was.
With Myra, I must have had hopes that it would happen, that we might grow into love. She was great to look at facially, and God, was she ever sexy. Myra loved to show off what she had, and she had it. Myra was bigger than average in the breast department, very full and luscious to look at, and they jiggled so saucily with her every move. Her tits where like jell-O, but kind of solid---human solid---with sex written all over them. She was really tempting in every bodily way. She was also outgoing, and that included a tempting, teasing smile.
Me? I'm not too bad being slightly over five foot six. What my best feature is may be debatable, I guess. My hair is a honey color that falls past my shoulders. Myra loved it, or so she said. I believed it. My breasts are a little larger than average size, but quite nice, with pretty full nipples that are sensitive, and love to be kissed, and handled, or tongued, or even nipped at, but lightly. I'm not into pain. Myra quickly exploited that fact, but never went past the pain border, just enough to drive me wild.
All of my friends tell me I've got a sweet face, one that really sets them at ease, and I make a nice picture in heels. That's how people tend to see me, as far as I can tell. I make friends easily, though I'm a bit careful about trying to be good friends with just anyone. I have to really like them, like Carole, and her partner Jessi.
I really envy those two. They're so in love with each other. Jessi is a natural born flirt, and what a dancer. No matter who Jessi dances with, she takes them over, and leaves them with their tongues hanging out. How can she not? Her whole body moves like controlled water. Have you ever seen one of those goofy liquid tanks that constantly tilt from one side to the other, their liquid moving almost sensuously, flowing and making the tank tilt with its movement? That's Jessi, though she's not almost sensuous, she is sensuousness itself.
I've often wondered at how it is that Carole doesn't get the least bit jealous watching Jessi dance with someone else, but she doesn't. Maybe I shouldn't wonder at it at all. Whenever any dance is over, Jessi always goes to Carole and clings to her like a stain on your favorite blouse. In fact, they're all over each other. They're absolutely disgusting.
Maybe I'm shooting too high. Maybe everyone isn't able to be like Carole and Jessi. Maybe, but it's what I want. What I've always wanted, a love of my own, and forever.
When Myra was known to be single, we started dancing together. I'm not a bad dancer, so we hit if off really good. My downfall was that I paint portraits on the side, and everyone knows it. I'm good, though I don't do it full time. Maybe I'm just scared to put all of my financial self into portrait painting alone. One thing I love about it, besides just loving to paint, is that it brings me a nice bundle of side cash, and all of it under the table. That I really love.
After Myra and I started dancing, a few weeks later, she asked me to paint her portrait. I knew what she meant. She wanted it nude. They all did, or at least my circle of friends. That was how Myra and I got to be together. As I did with everyone, I had her sign a form that gave me permission to sell it, if they were okay with it. Some said yes, and I sold them if they didn't want them, but they were few and far between. Often those that signed off on me selling their portrait were models to whom I paid a commission after the sale. That worked well for all of us.
Myra liked that thought too, and signed, saying she would decide later if she really wanted to keep it. I was always careful about painting people, and steering away from possible problems.
Myra came over on the next Friday evening. After a quick salad supper and wine, we went to my studio in the basement. There was no hesitation to Myra's disrobing, she did it rather easily. Though I wasn't really sure how much, or how I liked Myra, seeing her naked body sealed my fate. Being an artist can be so rewarding, and it can also be damning.
It's like anything else. If you're good at it, and you like doing it, you begin to notice things that the untrained eye doesn't, or with your mind, know what is not known by others not in your field of interest. My eyes instantly saw things about Myra's body that had me salivating, and my pussy reacting like a hungry animal behind a smelly restaurant.
Myra's tits were fabulous, and she knew it, as well she knew she had a great ass and legs that matched, and was almost beautiful of face. What she had no visual appreciation of was her pussy. That's what sunk me. Lesbians have a variety of favorite things they liked in their partners, or liked to do with their partners. There's the fabled butches who love to ram a femme with their strap-on and dildo, or those who incessantly love to have their pussy eaten by the femme, sometimes in a humiliating way, or in public.
Others, not so butch, or even caring for that label, just like their sex, either oral, or maybe with a strap-on, either getting or giving. Some like it all. There's no shortage of preferences, or mixes of our likes, and even dislikes. Some femmes like to eat their partners pussy, some love it when they get eaten, loved, by their partner. We all have our preferences, and partnering with someone who matches up with you can sometimes be a bit daunting.
Myra and I were a bit different, but that worked out just fine with us. She loved to fuck me with a strap-on, and I loved to eat her beautiful, sexy, lust inducing pussy. Suffice to say that we could both get very horny, and very quickly. I guess that should have told me what our attraction to each other was, besides liking the way we looked to each other.
When she was on the divan I had for a reclining nude portrait, which most of them wanted, I got a fantastic view of all of her femininity, her lush contours. The flowing hormones and pheromones aside, Myra's body had a sexual eclat that was almost unheard of in sexuality, specifically, her hot pussy. That was the most gorgeous, sexiest, erotic, and purely sensuous pussy I had ever seen. I had the hardest time taking my eyes off her vulva. It was somewhat larger than usual, with thick, but well formed lips, and it looked more than scrumptious to any who loved eating pussy, and that was exactly what I loved to do.
"You like me?" Myra asked huskily.
There was no way she couldn't have sensed my instant love of her body, though I don't think she quite knew why I loved it so much so instantly.
"Yes," I answered her in a subdued whisper. "You have a beautiful body, but you know that already, don't you?" I asked, some sanity returning to me.
"I'm glad you like it. I like you, and I want you to like my body, to like me, too. Will that help make the picture look better?"
I laughed. She was serious, yet trying to be a bit funny.
"Of course, if I don't go out of the lines, that is," I kidded her back.
We both wanted each other. Hell, the old tales about the artist and the naked model were probably true, like gasoline on the fire unless you were missing some vital part or parts. I had all of my parts, and so did she. That didn't take long to be obvious.
Myra kept looking hungrier and hungrier at me, and I kept seeing it with both my trained artist's eye, and my normally horny female eye. Myra's pussy lips had swollen, then gotten too wet, and she kept licking her facial lips, and breathing that damned short, heavy, and even raspy breath, and that made her tits create a spectacle, and her nipples to swell like her pussy. She was shameless, and I was glad of it, and I kept licking my lips, too.
"What do you prefer to do, Mimi?" Myra asked out of the blue.
"What?" I answered with my own question, not knowing what she was asking about.
"You know. Do you like eating pussy, or having yours eaten, or both? Or do you prefer fucking, or being fucked, pussy or ass, or all of them? Or do you like some other kinky stuff, like spanking, or any of that?" she asked almost breathlessly.
"Shut up, Myra," I said suddenly nervous. "You'll make me go out of the lines."
She was quiet for a while, but my body started bitching at me mercilessly, especially my pussy and my mouth. I began to fear drooling on the portrait. I did feel I might. I had to look at that scrumptious pussy of hers, and I was salivating like crazy, and dripping too, most likely. Anyway, I was grateful for the salivating part because my lips were so dry that I had to keep licking them.
Looking at Myra's pussy was more than a treat. I almost wished it was just a painting of her that I was looking at, I wanted it so bad. My preference was eating my partner's pussy, and I hadn't fed in ages. I was like a famished vampire needing a blood fix, but it wasn't blood I was wanting. Myra's pussy was dripping like crazy now. Soon I would have to call a halt to this painting, and make her clean herself up a bit, and maybe calm her body down. And mine too.
"Let's take a break, and let you wipe your pussy off, Myra. You need to tone yourself down, or you'll ruin the painting," I finally said.
"Would it be so bad to paint me like that?" Myra brazenly asked.
"No, not if you didn't care if people didn't stop to see who it was that was the center of attraction," I said flatly, and truthfully.
The way Myra was dripping, nobody would look at any other part of the portrait other than her swollen crevice that had a sexual river flowing through it. I was about to turn away, and try to ease my own desires, maybe get a drink of water, or pour a cold glass of it over my head.
"That's okay," Myra stunned me, "or you can clean me if you want to," she stunned me some more.
I froze. I couldn't stand, I was so suddenly queasy, so wanting, but I couldn't move either. It was embarrassing, thinking I might suddenly just fall down where I was, unable to move.
"Well?" Myra asked huskily. "Do you like me that way, Mimi? Do you like eating pussy?"
"Yes," I croaked out quietly.
I should have said, 'Hell no, I love eating pussy,' but that was all I could get out.
"Then come here," Myra said. "My pussy wants you, if you really like me, and like eating a hot, needing pussy."
I almost ran to her. If I had, I would have knocked over the portrait, paint and all. Before I knew it, I was on my knees between Myra's thighs, my tongue lapping at her greedily. Maybe I should have said more about Myra's pussy. It was shaved, and her slightly thicker lips were beautifully colored, gorgeously toned, and vibrant in her horniness. Yeah, artists do notice just about everything. After I cleaned up all that had seeped out of her, I suckled each lip tenderly, slowly, and very lovingly. Myra's pussy was the sexiest I had ever seen.
"Oh, shit," Myra said, her lips quivering in mine, her flow increasing as she came. "Fuck, you love eating pussy, don't you? Damn, that was good. Take some more, Mimi. Eat me out good, babe. Real good. I love the way you eat my pussy."
Hands in my hair, she pushed at the back of my head, prompting me to eat her again. As far as I was concerned, she could have shoved me right in, I loved her taste so much. After Myra came again, I took the time to smell her properly, to enjoy her unique bouquet. I wanted to look at her, but I was glad to be of service to Myra, and ate her some more.
I was lucky. I got to look at her pussy, and then to eat her again, then again, and a last time.
"Jeez, Mimi, where have you been all my life?" Myra asked appreciatively. "You're the best pussy eater I've ever had. Do you like yours eaten too, sweetie?"
I just nodded my head in her pussy. I didn't want to leave it, but I would if she wanted to eat me. I did like that second best, unless it was a sixty-nine. I loved that almost as good as just eating pussy.
"Come here. Come let Myra taste of you. Give me your pussy, sweetie."
Stripping off my pants and panties, I stood over her, one leg up on the divan, and suffered while Myra slowly ate my pussy. One thing I liked about having to keep my balance while Myra ate me was that my hand had to try to keep me up, and I let it go to Myra's cheek. God, that felt so sexy. Lightly touching Myra's face, a bit of her hair, was such a turn on. When I finally came, I nearly sat hard on her face, I was so sexed up. My explosion was monstrous.
"Th-thanks," I managed to say as I moved off the divan.
"You're welcome, sweetie. Let me taste myself on you, and give you a taste of yourself," she said, wanting me to kiss her.
I was glad to comply, especially when we tumbled onto the floor, our hands all over each other. Myra fought to strip me as naked as she was, and I helped her. Our nipples joined together, and our pussies tried to merge as gently as possible, we started to go at each other, but she quickly stopped.
"Damn, I wish I had my strap-on. I'd love to fuck you right now," Myra said, her breath struggling for air.
Before I could say anything else, Myra turned to have a sixty-nine with me. I didn't mind a bit. I was glad when Myra straddled me. The weirdest sounds were coming out of my throat, squeaky sounds of wild wanting, my hands frantic in trying to pull her ass down so I could bury my face in those lusciously oversized lips of hers. I know I had another orgasm, but that didn't matter to me. Myra was having several, and I loved it. Her pussy was as orgasmic and insatiable as any I'd ever heard of. I'd never had anyone who could orgasm so many times, and instantly want more. I was in heaven. I sucked Myra's lips into my mouth as much as I could, together, and one at a time, and her clit and mound too, my nose almost burying in her slit. Myra loved it all.
Myra loved it so much that I suddenly found her sitting on my face, my own pussy left unattended by her lips. Myra was riding my mouth deliciously, and I was lapping her up as fast as I could. We were well matched, Myra loving to be eaten like this continually, and me in my heaven with a pussy on my face. God only knows how long we were like that, but when it ended, Myra pulled my head to her juicy tits, and buried my face in them.
"Damn, that was hot," Myra said, her hands caressing my face and head furiously. "Fuck! Tell me I can keep you. Tell me we can be together, Mimi. I gotta have you, babe."
I nodded my head in her breast, glad she wanted that, wanted me to love her like I just did. A woman that was well endowed was my preference, not really caring for small, skinny femmes that so many liked. I liked them a bit fleshier than my body, but not by too much.
"Will you let me fuck you too?" she asked hopefully.
"If you want to," I said, my voice muffled by her breast.
"Christ, yes. I'd love to fuck you right now."
She didn't. I painted her for while longer that evening, then a great part of the next day, and finished on Sunday. Yes, Myra stayed the weekend, and we ate each other silly in between times, but I mostly it was eating her. I was so happy, and hoped that this would last. Really last. But I never stopped to think about it, how we did get together, that it was all sex. Just sex, but damned good sex.
When the painting was done, Myra loved it.
"We have to let it dry, then I'll frame it, okay?"
"Yeah, sure," she said, happy with it.
That next weekend Myra moved in with me. It was as sex-filled as any weekend. Myra brought her strap-on. I really wasn't crazy about the prospect of being fucked, but I would let her, especially since Myra let me have my fill of her pussy the way she knew I loved, both before she fucked me, and afterwards too.
Satisfied after Myra let me eat her for the longest time, I was shocked that she wanted to fuck me right away. I'd never been with anyone who was so sexually demanding, or needing, as the case may be. Myra didn't really demand, so I guess it was just a great need with her. What I'm leading to is how shocked I was when she began. I'd been fucked before, and also fucked my lover with a strap-on, but she was so into it, and that quickly translated into endless orgasms for me. Soon I found myself begging her to keep fucking me, and harder.
Myra was glad to oblige, and made it heavenly for me, often reaching down and around to caress and tease my breasts, or pull my nipples, sometimes lovingly, other times ruthlessly. Myra was very into sensing my present state, what I would like at the moment. She was good at recognizing what I'd really love to feel, and when. When she'd finished fucking my pussy until it felt raw, she kindly let me rest a moment, then kissing me, fed me her pussy again much as a mother might feed her distraught baby her nipple. When we had ended it, she had virtually washed my face with her juices. I wondered at how much of her love juices I'd drunk, but knew it was loads, she loved sex so much.
Nine months of pure sex! Damn! That had been so bodily sweet. There was no doubt that I loved it, and my body more so. When she finally asked, I let Myra fuck my ass, but only after she coaxed me with a promise of being very careful, and that I'd love it, and that there were nerves there that I had no idea I had, and they were delicious to feel, and I'd be begging her to fuck my ass over and over.
Fool! I let her, but she was right. She was gentle, and I did love it. Damn, I loved it a lot, and more so when she introduced me to another little trick she had, and that was the second dildo, but up my pussy. She had me screaming.
Still, when it was all said and done, it was still her pussy that I wanted, and I got all I wanted of it.
That's how we were almost from day one. We were all sex, and I suppose I let myself mistake that for love. I missed her so much, but I had to be honest with myself about it all. Whether I felt humiliated, or angry, or just sorry for myself, I don't know, but I tried promising myself that it wouldn't happen that way again. Something in me knew that wasn't true, though. Myra had expanded my sexual horizons, but it was the person, the body, and the pussy that I really missed.
It was Friday, and I had to get out. Myra had been to the house, and left me a note. A hell of a time to skip out. She'd come by while I was at work, and got her things, and left her key with the note. The house seemed too empty with all of her things gone. There was no way I could stay here alone.
Is it any wonder that I felt so shitty? Jesus, I loved sex as much as she did, or more specifically, a good pussy, and Myra's pussy was great, and suddenly I had no one, nothing but an empty house. I think she even took the smell of our sex with her, it was so empty.
Somehow I kept from crying. To help me, I took my time to fix myself up, but nothing that was too fancy, and not too much with the cosmetics---I wasn't overly fond of cosmetics anyway. Just enough to hide whatever I was wanting to hide. Do cosmetics hide sorrow? Or pain?
Yes, I was in pain. As I said, no one likes being dumped, and so unceremoniously, or even with ceremony. My pussy was even sorrowing.
Fixing myself up, I went to one of the clubs that I hadn't been to lately. My outfit was nice, but nothing that screamed out at anyone. I wanted to be alone, yet around others who didn't know me, maybe talk to someone to get my mind distracted, and have a few drinks. No, I wasn't on the prowl for another woman. I meant to keep my promise---if I could. A woman was the last thing I wanted at the moment.
So why did I go to a lesbian bar? If for no other reason that I don't like men, at least not sexually, nor do I like making social friends of them. Office friends, no problem. Friends at a company party, that was okay too, but dancing was very limited, and none of the close body stuff. No, a lesbian bar was always my choice, and I was grateful that we had a couple of them.
Sitting on a stool at the bar, I let the ambiance of the club sink in, and the music to wash over my lousy state, hoping it would help cleanse the crappy feelings I was running from. It did after a while. A few butches tried to pick me up, but I declined, politely, but in a way to let it be known I really wasn't interested in sex with them, or anyone else. After about an hour of sitting, listening, and nursing a couple of glasses of wine, a young girl came in. She was cute, but she was very timid acting. She had to be a newbie.
Calm of mind by then, I smiled to myself, and kept her in the corner of my eye. New girls don't come around that often. Some nostalgic thoughts came to mind, and in a way, I got to feeling sorry for her. That had to be because she was turning away some other butches, some of them pretty pushy, too. She was scared, I knew, and that's probably what got to me. Just what I needed, something, someone else, to take up my mind's attention. Someone else with a problem that maybe was bigger than mine. After a bit, I thought that maybe I could be of help to her, to smooth her way into our life style as I guessed might be her need.
"Hi," I said softly, not wanting to scare her off. "You seem a bit lonely, but not wanting company, at least not from anyone who's asked you out. I was wondering if you might just need to talk, and nothing else," I said frankly, but kindly.
"No," she said, a little nervously, but still trying to make me to feel as if I should leave her alone. "Thanks, I'm okay."
"That's good," I said, an unaffected smile on my face. "For you, that is. Actually, I had hoped you'd say yes because I need someone to talk to, but it's fine. This is a nice place, a good bar for us. Enjoy yourself," I said softly and politely.
That must have gotten her. A kind of indirect approach, and get their minds off of what ails them, like I was trying to do for myself. I had to smile inwardly at my deception, though it wasn't really deception. I did come here hoping to talk to someone I didn't know just to occupy my mind without the need to feel too polite to a friend, and wind up unloading on them.
"I'm sorry," she said quickly. "I didn't mean to sound like that."
"Like what? Honest? That's fine. Really it is," I said, my voice still soft, my smile as sweet as I could make it, and my body language non-threatening.
I was like a nun who was concerned about one of her girls the way we're often led to believe they are. Whether they really are that way or not, I have no idea, but with all that has been being revealed about the Catholic church, well, I didn't honestly take any of that at face value, if I ever did.
"No, please," she started again. "Look, did you really need someone to talk to? For real?"
Her face was so full of concern. Had one of those butches tried this with her, they'd of had her for sure, she was so easy. Too easy, and she did seem so nice, so innocent. Innocence wasn't an attribute that was high on my list. I had nothing against it, in fact, it was nice, I guess, but some like to take advantage of it, and that wasn't my cup of tea.
"As a matter of fact, yes. I'm really telling the truth. I came here because I haven't been here in ages, and didn't want to run into any of my friends. You know, sometimes you need a friend real bad, but at other times, you just don't want to talk to them. Not that they wouldn't understand, but, well, I just didn't want to unload on them. They, uh, sometimes have a way of feeling they have to do something to make you feel better, and I didn't want to do that to them. So I'm here, looking for someone I can just talk to, and not feel the need to unload on them if they think they see something in me, and get nosey about it. But I'm serious, I do wish you would have a good time here. Some are nice, some aren't, just like any place else. Okay?"
I had her. I was wearing one of the sweetest looks I could muster, and she was buying into it. Why shouldn't she? Yeah, I was conning her in a way, but I was doing it with truth. Devious, I know, but what the heck, maybe we could do each other some good. Besides, she did look, and sound like a nice girl. She had to be in her early twenties, and not just because she was so unsure of herself.
"I'll be glad to talk to you if you really want me to," she said, though it was almost as an uncertain question.
"I'd love it, if you don't really mind. My name is Mimi, Mimi Anders."
"Hi. I'm Calista Hamilton."
I looked away from her for a moment, but I knew she wasn't worried about it, I was obviously looking to see if there was a quiet table available for us. Luckily there was.
"How about a refill, and take it to the table? How does that sound?"
Calista was okay with that, in fact, she was okay with me. Maybe she shouldn't be that way too soon, but I was glad right now that she was. I chided myself for worrying about her already.
"Calista is a somewhat unusual name," I said casually to open things up a bit.
I opened a scab!
"I hate it," she said with rancor.
I guess she couldn't help it. She didn't seem the type to just be unloading like a lot of people do at the drop of a politely doffed hat, if you know what I mean. Still, I wondered about it.
"Oh," I responded simply, but non-committal.
"Yeah. Everyone always called me Lista," she said, her distaste not hard to see.
"How about a middle name?" I wondered.
"Ugh, hate it too. Louisa. I dislike it almost as much as I do Calista."
"You mean Lista, huh?"
"Yeah," I guess, she said, and smiled openly.
She had a sweet smile. In fact, she had a really nice face. The lighting was dimmed somewhat here, but I could still see fairly well, and Calista did look as if she had a very pretty face. Her hair was a soft brown, like chestnut, and looked clean and silky, as best I could tell, and was down past her shoulders. A sweet little femme. The butches would really like to have some fun with her, or maybe one would even like to love her sweetly, but judging by the ones I saw trying to get to her, loving her sweetly was not what they had in mind.
"How about Cali? Doesn't anybody ever call you Cali?"
That genuinely stumped her. Her head cocked to one side, and she seemed to look at it with new eyes. That was surprising. I would have thought it natural for people to call her Cali.
"No. No one ever called me that," she said, the surprise and a bit of wonder showing in her voice.
"Well, do you think you'd like that better?" I asked, smiling.
"Yeah. Okay. Sure," she said, a bit pleased with a new name that didn't have the bad connotations that Lista had for her.
I knew there had to be a story behind her dislike of Lista. To be honest, I wondered if I wouldn't have disliked either name, Lista especially, but Cali had a nice ring to it, especially for her.
"Good. Cali it is then," I said, grinning.
Cali grinned right along with me like we were old friends. In a minute her head went down, and she grew pensive.
"I'm glad I met you, Mimi," she said thoughtfully. "Thanks."
"Hey, I'm the one that thanks you. I'm the one that needed someone to talk to."
"Really? Did you really mean that? I mean, you're so beautiful," she said, then stopped and blushed.
Wow! I could get used to her in a hurry. Maybe some might consider me beautiful, but I didn't think anyone did. Sure, I knew I was good-looking, really good-looking, in fact, but not beautiful.
"You definitely know how to make friends fast," I kidded with her.
"I'm sorry, but, but you are beautiful. When you started to talk to me, I thought you were just playing with me. I really couldn't believe you were interested in me, so I tried to, ah, you know."
"Yeah. Brush me off, huh? That's okay, but I really did think you might want to talk to someone, and I know that's what I came here for, so I figured we could do each other some good. And don't sell yourself short. The lights not the best here, but it's easy to see that you're very pretty anyway. Why do you think those butches kept trying to get your interest?"
She shivered.
"Not used to this?" I asked gently.
"Uh-uh. Not really," she said, but didn't offer more.
What to do, what to say? Hmm! Do I prod her to talk about it, or let it be? What the hell, I did say she looked as if she needed someone to talk to, so why not? Besides, she could always decline, or just tell me to buzz off, though by then I knew she wouldn't do that. That was interesting. I already felt as if I knew so much about her. If she wasn't virginal to the lesbian lifestyle, she wasn't a pro at it either. She was too unsure of herself, too timid, and innocent acting. No, not acting. Cali was genuine. I knew she was, and I felt for her.
"Cali, if I'm out of line, please let me know, and don't hesitate, but is this your first time? You do know that this is a lesbian club, right?"
She nodded slowly, her head mostly down.
"First time, or you know it's a lesbian club?" I asked softly and very gently.
"Both," she whispered barely audibly.
"That's a good reason to be cautious," I said sagely. "It's kind of hard, isn't it? First time, and all, that is."
My voice was as soft as I could make it. I caught myself when my hand nearly reached out to her. That would have conveyed the wrong message. It may have been exactly what she was hoping for, I had no idea as yet, but it was not what I was wanting. Just talking was my only mission here right now, and nothing else.
Inside of me, I was kind of empty, lost. I was trying to rid myself of that feeling, not trying to fill it with more disappointments that too quick affairs often bring, particularly at times like this.
"Do you really sense it's what you want, Cali?" I asked as if I was a close friend.
"Yes. It's what I do feel it's what I want; I've always felt this way."
"But never acted on it, huh?"
"No. Too shy, I guess."
"Well, if you can use a friend, maybe we could talk every now and then. Would you like that? Of course, I'm a lesbian, and always have been, but I have girl friends, too, and they are just friends. We all need friends, don't we?"
"Yes. We do," she said, taking in what I told her.
She wasn't doubting me, that was for sure, just glad to have someone to talk to about it.
"Do you have any family here?"
"No. I left home as fast as I could."
"Do they know about you? I mean, do they know that you feel you're a lesbian?"
"No. At least not my mother. I haven't seen my father since I was a small kid."
"Any other brothers or sisters?"
"A brother and sister, both older," she said. "When they found out, or I told them, my brother acted as if I was poison, and catching. My sister hated me, or acted like it. They never did like me. They never did like anyone, I don't think."
"Ouch! Tough family life, huh?"
"Yes," she said, and I could tell her eyes were nearly ready to open up the faucets.
"Of course I don't know you, but you do seem like such a nice person. Maybe things will get better for you soon. Tell me, do you have anyone else here that knows about you, how you feel?"
"No. I just got here. I wanted to start fresh somewhere, and try to make some friends."
"Don't have any yet?"
"Uh-uh. Not yet."
"Well, will you settle for me until you can find some? I can use a new friend. How about it, will I fill the bill until then? Just friends," I added to make it perfectly clear to her that I wasn't trying to bamboozle her.
Her face was a wonder. A really pretty little girl with a new toy, one she really wanted, and thought she'd never get. That's what her face looked like.
"I, uh, I mean, yeah, yes. Honestly, Mimi? You're not kidding me, or feeling sorry for me?"
"Well, maybe a little bit sorry for you, but sorrier for those who didn't see what a nice person you seem to be. Jeez, kid, you must have been hanging with some real dodos," I said, smiling.
Cali broke out in the sweetest smile.
"Yeah, they're pretty dumb," she said, getting into the new mood with me.
"Look, I have friends that I dance with, so how about it. Want to have a dance with your new friend?"
"Uh, sure. Yeah. That'd be nice, but, ah, I'm not such a good dancer."
"Tell you what, I'll make sure we stay far enough apart so you can't step on my toes. Good grief, that'll set the butches on their ears. I'll bet they'll holler and laugh like crazy, us dancing so far apart. Come on, let's give them a laugh or two. What do you say?" I jokingly kidded, laughing as I did so.
It was infectious. Cali liked it, and laughed too.
"Yeah. That sounds good."
"First, rule one is, don't leave a glass with some drink in it. Never can tell when someone is looking to spike it for you," I said, finishing what little was left in my glass. She did the same.
"Just don't look at them and make any faces. Some of them are pretty touchy, and apt to get a bit mean. It'll be our joke, okay?"
"Okay," she said, her face not showing any worry about it.
We did dance, and somewhat apart. The dance was a slow enough, and I had my hands on her waist, and Cali had a hard time figuring out where to put her hands.
"Atop my arms, or on my waist if you'd like, or even on my shoulders would be fine," I said quietly.
She put them on my waist, and I moved mine to her shoulders. She danced okay, as far as I could tell, but I didn't want to be holding her closely anyway, so I was glad for her reticence. When a tune came on that was a little faster, I looked questioningly at Cali. She seemed uncertain, but not at all unwilling, so I started to sway with the music, my feet moving me a bit faster. As I did, I looked at her in the eyes, and held her with mine. She locked with me, and began reading my moves. Soon we were in rhythm with each other, and Cali looked pretty good as a dancer.
"You're doing great. You're better than you let on."
"Thanks. You're making it easy for me, I think. I never danced too much. By myself mostly."
"Oh, that's a waste. You dance pretty nicely as far as I'm concerned."
She smiled, and blushed. That was the second blush I saw from her, and though I couldn't see it real good, it seemed to go well with her face and person.
"Wow! How about we rest a bit, huh?"
"Okay. Thanks, Mimi. That was nice."
"Yes it was; I enjoyed it," I said politely.
"How long have you been here?" I asked Cali after we'd gotten another round of drinks.
"A few weeks."
"First time out, or have you ventured out before this?"
"I went to a movie is all, and some shopping."
"What kind of work do you do?"
"I work in the comptroller's office for Speraw Pharmaceuticals. I got a nice offer from them out of college. It got me away from home, finally," she said, exaggerating the last word.
"Hey, that's pretty nice. You must have done really well in college."
"Yeah. I really had to find a way to get away from home."
"Well, I hate to say congratulations on that, but it does seem that you've succeeded."
"Thanks. What about you, Mimi?"
"I'm the office manager of Rockacres Medical Center."
"That sounds nice."
"It's pleasant there. I've been there for about five years now, four as office manager."
We were quiet a moment, letting our minds catch up with all we'd said, and maybe evaluating each other. Cali was such a nice sounding person. It struck me that she hadn't elaborated on her home life, nor made any faces about it to try to elicit any interest, or to get me to feel sorry for her. That seemed to tell me that it wasn't her style to cry all over someone about her misspent youth, or any difficulties she'd had to get sympathy. I liked that.
"Wow, we've been talking and dancing, and such for a couple of hours or more. I guess you gotta go, huh?" she asked after we'd been there a while, feeling me out a bit hopefully.
It was nice, the way she said it, her tone of voice. Cali acted as if she'd really had a nice time talking with me, and was sorry to see it end. Actually, I was kind of sorry to see it end. She might be a very good friend to have, and not just as someone who could take my mind off of Myra as she was now. Spending the night alone was another matter. Still, it was helpful to have recognized that it had been a very sexual thing between Myra and me. Perhaps I'd get through it after all.
"Maybe we should end it, or we can stay and dance a bit more if you'd like," I said, "or maybe if you have nothing planned for tomorrow, we can get together again, if you think you'd like to."
"Really? I mean, yeah. I'd love to. Do you have something in mind, Mimi?"
"No, but I hate to meet someone who's as nice as you are, and just say goodbye. What a waste of a possible good friend that would be, huh?"
Cali's eyes were wide with what I could only call a joy, a gladness in her that she'd connected with someone, and there were no anxieties to go with it. Funny how just being friends can be so important. Not everyone felt that way, I'm sure, especially when you're hoping to connect sexually. So maybe I did get what I was looking for, and maybe she didn't, but she seemed like she was happy with what she did get.
"Maybe lunch, then a movie, or shopping, or both, or all. I'm free if you are. You've been good for me tonight, and more. I'd love to keep it going if you would," I said.
"Yes I would," she said softly. "Thanks. You've been so nice, Mimi."
"Well, let's say that we've both been so nice. How about that? Does that sound true, or just a bit so?"
"Yes, at least a bit so," Cali said, smiling easily.
"How about it, do you want to dance some more?"
"If you're sure," she said, her face hopeful again.
"Sure I'm sure. Come on." We made sure our glasses were empty again.
We had a wonderful time. Cali loosened up even more, and her body moved more freely. I wondered how true it was when she'd told me she hadn't danced much, and mostly with herself. If it was true, it was a shame. The longer we were together, the more comfortable I felt that I'd found another fabulous friend. One could never find enough good friends.
However, our night had to end, and we finally left after having swapped addresses and phone numbers. We walked out together to our cars. We weren't parked too far from each other, and I walked Cali to her car.
"I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" I said softly.
Cali bowed her head. She seemed so tentative again.
"Yes," she said wistfully. "I'll be ready," she added, her voice picking up a bit.
"Okay," I nearly whispered, kind of sorry to see us end the night too.
Cali made a slight move toward me. She hesitated, and pulled back a bit, uncertainty tainting her again, then she looked up at me, and nearly said something. Whatever it was supposed to be, it never came out, but her body moved toward me again. My body followed with hers simultaneously.
As her hands seemed to want to lift up, my arms went out to her, and Cali blended into me.
"I had a wonderful time, Cali. Thank you," I whispered, and kissed her cheek, our bodies lightly merged, almost too politely.
It seemed to take her by surprise that I had kissed her, and quickly rushed to reciprocate, though uncertainly.
"Me too. Thanks again. It was wonderful."
"Be careful driving back home," I said quietly as she moved away.
Before she got in, she looked back at me one more time, and I wondered what it was she was hoping for, wishing had happened, if anything. One thing was for certain, and that was that we'd connected as friends. I hoped that was enough for her because I had nothing else on my mind. Myra was still ever-present.
Now I had to go fight the specter of her absence, her phantom in my bed, her pussy not available for my lips to gorge on. Yes, I'm a very sexual creature, but a one woman sexual creature, and Myra remained the woman my mind and body craved, though I now had to wonder about my heart. It didn't seem to miss her, just the possibility it had hoped that might have been. Nine months later, it wasn't to be, and never would have been.
As she drove away, Cali looked back again, and waved to me.
Going home, I was wanting to be somber, but the evening had been too sweet to let it overcome me right now. When I got home, I showered, got my vibrator, and laid in the tub. I was glad that the vibe was water proof. My relaxed state of being helped me to achieve a nice orgasm. When I got out, my vibrator came with me, but first I explored by breasts, and nipples, then played with my clit. That felt sweet, and the vibrator went unused as I got myself off again. The dreaded aloneness didn't affect me the way I thought it would as I fell asleep.
When I got up, I dressed up for going out, but casually, fixed myself something to eat, then went to Carole and Jessi's place.
"Hey, kiddo," Carole greeted me with open arms, and a kiss. "How are you?" she asked, her eyes searching mine.
"Surprisingly, not bad, I guess," I said, kissing her back before we broke our hug.
"Yeah, you do look okay. That's a shock. What happened?"
She meant what happened that I wasn't down in the dumps.
"I went out to a club where they probably wouldn't know me to find someone to talk to."
"Yeah, okay. What club did you go to, and what happened, honey? You know we've been worried about you."
"Thanks. I thought I'd go to The Queen of Hearts. I hadn't been there in a long time."
"Wow! It's been ages since Jessi and I have been there. So what happened? Come on, help me feel that you're really okay, and I can quit worrying about you."
"I did find someone. A young girl. A real newbie. Boy, was she ever scared to be there."
"First time?" Carole asked incredulously.
"Yeah, I believe so. She said it was, and after a few hours of dancing, and getting to know each other, I believed her. She's probably as virginal as they could ever come."
"Oh, wow! That'd be some rarity, huh? You say she's nice?"
"I think so. I kind of drowned my sorrows in feeling sorry for her," I said, laughing at the incongruity of it.
"Well, are you gonna see her again?"
"Yes, but it's not like that. She's a nice kid, probably really pretty too, but I didn't have my mind on her like that. I really did go to find a stranger to talk to that I'd most likely never see again, but she was so nice that we decided to go out this afternoon. I kinda feel sorry for her, I guess."
"Hmpf! Hell of a way to drown your sorrows. Oh, well, if it works, I guess it's okay. Frankly, I thought you'd be mopping over Myra's body. That's all it was, you know. Oh, God, Mimi, honey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that," Carole said, thinking she'd hurt my feelings.
I smiled. It shocked me when I woke up to find myself feeling fairly good about things, though I had to admit that I'd have loved to have had Myra's body---her pussy---last night, and her fabulous breasts to nuzzle into this morning.
"Carole, you're the best friend in the world, you and Jessi both, and I love you both, but I'm okay. Surprise, it's the truth! See?" I said, my arms outstretched, my smile almost as wide.
"Oh, lord, honey, thank goodness," she said, taking my open arms as an excuse to come into them for another hug to placate her wondering and worrying about me. "Damn it, Mimi, you know that if I hadn't found Jessi you'd have been the one I'd have been pining for."
"Oh, crap, Carole, don't start with me. You know I'm crazy about you," I kidded, but only half way.
I probably would have loved being with Carole, she was so nice---and damned good-looking too---but she had to hook up with the second nicest, but the sexiest of adorable creatures in Jessi. They were perfect for each other, and I did envy them so.
"Come on, let's have some coffee."
"So where's the sexy one?" I asked.
"She said she had a few things to do, so she scampered off for a bit. She'll be back in a little while."
How they never got jealous of each other I'll never know, but they didn't. There was so much trust between them, and as far as I was concerned, it was justified.
"You gonna bring your friend tonight?" Carole asked.
"I don't think so. We just planned to go to lunch, maybe a movie, then some shopping."
"Well, if you decide you'd like to bring her, you know you're welcome to do so. Besides, Jessi will be just as anxious to meet her just like me," Carole said, an impish grin on her face.
"Hey, I'm serious. It's just friendship, and I did feel sorry for her. She seems so genuine, I couldn't help it."
"Oh, yeah, gonna take a virgin under your wings, huh?" Carole poked at me again.
"Strange, isn't it, but that's it. Honest, girl. I wouldn't lie to my best friend."
"God, you know, I believe you. You always were such an odd bird," she said, grimacing. "Odd, but a hell of an artist," she added, her face changing into a mischievous grin.
"Huh! Still trying to lick Jessi's juices off of the painting, or is it her turn to lick yours," I poked back at her, my grin lewd as could be.
"You say that for fun, but sometimes I think we each try to sneak off to try to do just that. Jeez, those are some hot, sexy paintings. I've never seen my babe so hot looking. I'll never know how you did that without going crazy for her."
"For either of you. I'm no fool, Carole. That's why I made you promise that you two wouldn't touch at all until you got out of the house, remember?"
"Yeah, I remember. We both do. Damn it, it was pure torture, and you know it."
"Hey, it was torture on me too, but with both of you. After you guys left, I rubbed my poor clit nearly raw," I said, making a fake face of pure disgust, and pain.
Actually, it wasn't fake at the time, and what I said was the truth. That was just before I met Myra. That made me wonder if they hadn't set me up to be so damned horny for Myra. No, I was always horny. I've always loved to eat a good woman's sweet pussy, and Myra had a rare pussy that would have delighted me at any time.
We talked a bit more, and I told her more about Cali, biding my time until it was time to go get her. When I was ready to leave, Jessi still hadn't returned.
"I'm so glad you're okay, honey," Carole said, as we hugged and kissed. "Come back tonight, and bring your new friend. I promise to try to keep Jessi under control," she said, but grinned.
"Yeah, right. I hear you, but you'll pardon me if I don't believe you."
Keep Jessi under control? That was a laugh, and I did. Talk about an odd bird. Jessi was as odd as any bird in the universe, alive or extinct. If Myra is sexy as can be, it's a deliberate, mechanical sexiness from her body alone, though sexy to the hilt. On the other hand, Jessi is a pure, spontaneous type of sexy, and only shows it two ways, friendly with her friends, and loving hot, and most likely juicy, but only with Carole. Jessi was built just about as good as Myra, too, but what she did with her body in public should be outlawed.
The oddest thing about Jessi was that if you saw her as a friend, you'd never know she was so reserved around people she didn't know. If she didn't know you, or feel good about you at one of their home parties, there was no sex show from Jessi. If she did know and like you, it was torture time, but we all loved her for it. Jessi was swivel hips, ass, shoulders, and noting but sex when she danced with the face and everything else to prove it, including showing as much of her tits as possible.
"Good luck on your best efforts with her, but you know you won't do a thing to stop that sexy bitch of yours," I said, a grimace on my face.
"You have no faith in your friends," she faked looking as if in disbelief at my disbelief. "No promises though, you know. I'd never promise if I couldn't deliver," she said, her sudden grin wide and friendly.
"Sure. There's no way you can promise anything about Jessi at your parties. She's God's gift to sociability," I said, nearly bursting out in laughter at that truism.
"Poor Jessi. All she does is to try to make everyone feel good about themselves," Carole said, acting regretful. Acting was right.
"Sure she does, that damned sex-pot."
"Don't be so mean to her, Mimi, she can't help how she is."
"We all know that, so don't fib about her," I taunted Carole.
"I try to make her so acceptable to everyone," Carole said, her face in a mock pout.
"Don't. She does all right on her own."
"That she does, doesn't she?" Carole agreed with her question.
Needless to say, I left smiling. They were precious.
I wondered how Cali was, if she'd changed her mind, and hadn't called me, but wished she'd had, or if she was still nervous as she was last night a few times. My bet was on nervous. I was right. As I pulled in front of her apartment, and started to get out, she came bounding out the door, the biggest smile on her face.
"Hi, Mimi," she said as she got in the car.
"Hi. Am I on time?" I asked.
"Yes. Perfect."
Cali's eyes were bright as could be, and extremely pretty too, if not outright beautiful. As I smiled and looked at her for a moment, I got a fairly good look in pure daylight. Cali was pretty. Very pretty. Her face was slender, as was her nose, her complexion very milky and smooth, and she had soft, deeply brown eyes. That alone had me wondering why she was so innocent acting, so virginal. She looked too good.
"Okay. How about some lunch? Hungry?"
"Yes. That would be wonderful," she said softly, seemingly relaxed already.
Cali had on a super outfit, pants much as she did last night, with sensible flats. All I could tell was that she was very slender, maybe even a bit skinny, though I couldn't be sure. Her hair was pulled back from her face, and tied with a nice ribbon to hang loosely that way in the middle of her back. It certainly outlined her pretty face. She was kind of angelic looking, I decided.
"You look great," she complimented me.
"Thank you. So do you. Those are nice clothes you wear," I said, noting how fine her outfit was, including the fancy well-coordinated blouse that looked expensive.
"Thanks. I got a signing bonus when I agreed to work for Speraw, and decided it was time to get some nice clothes."
"You did a good job of it. You've got great taste."
She did. This girl had class. We made a bit of small talk until we got to the restaurant. Again, in clear daylight, I saw the way she got out of the car, then noticed the way she walked. Cali was graceful, and walked with a nice step that seemed so much more assured than her voice had last night. She had goodies, and I wondered if she knew about them, or how she got them. She was intriguing me.
After we'd gotten our food ordered, we made some small talk. As Cali talked, I noticed her face a bit more, the artist in me studying her. She had a remarkably nice face. Her lips were shaped prettily, made for kissing, I thought, and grinned inwardly. Every person has a different cast of facial parts that comprise their face. A slight tilt, or more or less puffiness of the cheeks, a sharper, or less sharp cheek bone, a variance of the chin line, or especially the eyebrows, makes each of us different. The eyebrows do a lot more to make us different. I must have gotten lost in studying Cali, for soon I heard her voice, a sound of worry in it, and maybe some fear too.
"I'm sorry. What were you saying?" I asked, hoping I hadn't been too far away.
"Wh-what were you looking at?" Cali asked, her voice quavering.
She was fearful. That was odd, and I wondered what I might really have done to make her that way. Quickly, I realized I hadn't done anything but get lost in my reverie, but for some reason it shook her up.
"I'm sorry. Honest. I, uh, didn't mean anything. Please forgive me," I pleaded, sorry that I had caused her so much discomfort.
It was more than discomfort. As I looked at her, I saw the beginnings of tears being barely held at bay.
"You made me feel so funny. Why? What were you looking for, you were so far away?" Cali said, her voice quavering slightly.
I really felt bad now. I had to make it right. Whatever it was that made her get so spooked so easily was not my fault, but I was rude, to be sure.
"Listen, I didn't mean anything by it. I just got to noticing your face, its features, and I got lost in it. I truly didn't mean to scare you, or make you uncomfortable."
"Why were you studying my face?" Cali asked, her curiosity taking hold of her.
"I'm an artist. Part time, but an artist, and I guess I just got lost in looking at your facial features. It's an occupational hazard, I guess. Jeez, I'm really sorry. That was rude of me. Forgive me?" I begged gently, hoping my apology would be accepted. She was a nice person, and I would have hated myself if I caused her a problem so soon after giving her all that friends talk.
Cali's face had relaxed, and was almost back to normal. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
"Yes. I'm sorry. You were just so lost, and you seemed to be staring so deeply at me. It did scare me a bit. I guess it shouldn't have. I'm sorry," she ended it.
"Hey, I'm the culprit, not you. You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm the big bad meanie and very rude, too, remember?" I asked, and laughed lightly.
Cali laughed quietly.
"You're not a meanie," she said. "Are you really an artist?"
She was back to being just a young and inquisitive new friend.
"Yes. I paint portraits part time. I love painting, but don't feel good enough about it to leave my regular job."
"That sounds so nice," she said, whatever she had been frightened of before being completely gone.
We went back to being new friends getting to know each other, had our lunch, then we shopped for a while, gabbing as if we were old friends, then went to a movie---a silly inane one that was so forgettable that I'd already forgotten it---then shopped some more, and still bought nothing. It was a nice afternoon, and now it was nearly six.
"Cali, I have some friends who are having little get together with some other friends. We do that often, rather they do, and I was thinking of going to it. It's at my best friend's house, and I thought you might like to go to it with me. It's nothing wild, or anything like that. Many of them are couples, and I promise you that there's nothing to worry about with any of them. Would you like to go with me? I think you'll like it, and I'm sure everyone will like you. How about it?"
Cali's face had worry lines all over it, and I could see them about to be voiced. I asked her to go in part to make up for the scare I gave her, and in part because I did like her, and wanted us to be friends.
"Carole, my best friend, whose house it's at, said to bring you if you wanted, so it's okay. Honest, it's fine with her. We often meet there with them, just bringing them a bottle or two of wine for them. We talk, dance, and have some fun, but no funny business. Promise."
Cali looked hopefully at me now, wondering, I'm sure, if she should believe me. I'd given her no reasons to be disbelieving of anything I told her, and I saw that wanting to go winning out in her.
"Are you sure it's okay?" Cali asked, her voice being less uncertain.
"Absolutely. I had coffee with Carole this morning, and she did ask that I bring you. You only have to watch out because she may try to be a matchmaker. She and her partner, Jessi, are fabulous, and Carole feels everybody should have a partner the way she does."
I looked at her, and saw her about to talk herself into saying yes.
"If you're sure, I guess it's okay. Am I dressed okay like this?"
"All excepting going in with the wine. We can't expect them to provide everything, though they always have plenty of food and snacks. Okay?"
"Yes. Okay," Cali said fairly certainly.
"Good. Now let's get that wine," I said.
She seemed fine as we went to get the wine, and even helped pick it out, though she seemed unsure about what kind to buy.
"Uh, there's just one thing I need to prepare you for," I said, thinking of Jessi, as we started to drive again. Cali deserved a warning, especially the way she reacted to me studying her face. She looked at me with that worried look again.
"It's not bad," I said. "Honest, it's not, but you need to know about Carole's partner, Jessi. She's a sexy bombshell, and she knows it, but she's so friendly, it may take you by surprise. She's a tease, but a nice one. Jessi likes people, at least those she approves of, and I'm sure she'll approve of you, and is spontaneous with everyone, including teasing mercilessly. I don't know how Carole puts up with it, but she does. Besides, Jessi never tries anything with anyone else. She belongs to Carole, and Carole belongs to her. They're beautiful. You'll see."
Cali seemed to mull that over, but accepting it for now, I thought.
"Hey, Mimi," Carole greeted me, and hugged me and kissed my cheek. "I'm glad you made it. And is this Cali?"
I nodded.
"Cali, this is Carole," I said.
"Hello, and welcome, Cali," Carole said, surprising Cali by giving her a short hug and kiss on the cheek.
"Hi. Nice to meet you," Cali said, still a bit shocked at the nice reception. She did seem short on friends, by the way she didn't expect Carole's hug and kiss.
"Come on in, and make your self at home. Mimi will introduce you to everyone, and there's some food in the kitchen, and elsewhere. Oh, have you warned her about Jessi?" Carole asked, but not with any trepidation, only with a knowing smile.
"Yep! Duly warned," I said.
"She's harmless. Jessi is a dear, and if she teases you, it's because she approves of you, but she doesn't mean a thing by her playfulness. Enjoy yourself, and thanks for coming," Carole said to Cali, making her feel warm, if somewhat wary.
We got a glass of wine, then I introduced Cali to a few of the others, then we danced a while. Sitting for a moment, we heard a voice.
"Hi, gorgeous," Jessi's sultry voice said, a hand extended to Cali.
"Hi," Cali said, doubtless expecting Jessi to introduce herself by name, or ask for Cali's name.
Jessi didn't. Instead she pulled Cali up to where she had to stand.
"Dance with me. Please," Jessi said, smiling, but her voice unchanged, much like a spider inviting a fly to dinner in her web.
Cali was ultra confused, and looked at me dumbfounded. I shrugged my shoulders.
"That's Jessi," I said, smiling as sweetly as I could, and wondering how to keep from showing my enjoyment at Jessi's antics. "It's okay, Cali. It is," I said, and nodded.
"She's right," Jessi said. "Come on, doll, let's show them how to dance."
Cali went with Jessi, though more than somewhat reluctantly. Whew, Jessi really got Cali in a turmoil right away. As I said, Jessi is something else. She's pure sex with a personality that's designed to win anyone over. Cali's confusion was added to by Jessi's sweet demeanor, her dancing and provocative dress and manners notwithstanding.
As they danced, Jessi wiggled, swayed, slithered, and all but drove Cali insane. Jessi was like a snake with a dancer's rhythm, waters fluidity, and a burlesque queen's appeal, as well as her too lovely smile. Soon, Cali was dancing better than she had with me. I got up to get us another drink, and then thought we should also eat something.
"I like her," Carole pronounced as I stepped to where she watched. "Jessi sure messed with her head for a moment, didn't she?" she asked, grinning.
"Doesn't she always, the brat? Why don't you teach her some manners?" I kidded with Carole.
"What, and spoil everyone's fun? Blasphemy!" she said, still grinning.
"Yeah, that would be rough on our social structure, wouldn't it?"
"She's beautiful, Mimi. I hope you bring her again. She's such a sweet, delicate thing. Be careful with her. Don't let her get hurt," Carole said, her voice very serious in her too sudden concern.
"I'm not going to do anything with her. She's just a new friend, that's all."
Carole looked at me peculiarly, as if wondering if I had lost my senses, or if I was really serious.
"If you don't, you're nuts," she said.
"She's not my type. You know that, Carole."
"Sure she's not. She should be."
"Too skinny," I said plainly, that being a well-known fact about me.
"Hmm! You know, if I didn't know you, after hearing that, I'd wonder who it was that painted Jessi and me. That, or you're getting blind much too soon. She's slender, but I bet if you see her out of those slacks you'll step on your tongue."
She wasn't grinning, nor even smiling slightly. She was serious. I just looked at Carole, and mentally scratched my head.
"Oh, damn, Mimi. I love you so much, but you're so fucking hard-headed sometimes. Christ, don't fuck this up. That girl is yours, whether she's told that to herself or not yet."
"Come on, Carole, you just met her, and said hello, and not much else. In fact, I just met her too."
"Oh, yeah. Make you a bet about that."
"What?"
"If I'm right, and she nuts about you, you paint her like we all love for you to paint us, then we get to see you lick at the juices on her painting," she said, her face too serious to be taken lightly.
It was a bet I thought I should take, and thought of what I'd get when she was proven wrong. As I began to ponder that, some sixth, or seventh sense hit me, and I backed away, and wondered about it. What was I missing?
"No. I'd have to bet you something similar, and I don't want to embarrass you. Friends are too hard to come by to alienate the best friend in the world. I love you too, and you know it. I'm not about to lose you on a silly bet."
"Smart girl, but for the wrong reasons. Jeez, look at her. At first she didn't seem to know how to dance."
"She really didn't, I don't think, but you're right, Jessi is good for her dancing."
"Yeah," Carole said, and nearly doubled over laughing, "and for making her horny. She may jump you tonight whether you want her or not."
"Damn sex-pot you hooked up with. She'd make anyone want to jump something, or someone. Maybe you should reconsider teaching her some manners," I said, but smiled too much to be believed.
"No. God, I love her so much. I'd die if she changed, or I lost her."
"Yeah, we all know how you feel about her, and the way she feels about you, too, despite the slut shows she puts on. Hell, I don't blame you. Either of you is my style. If anything happens to either of you, I'll jump in and claim you."
"Hmm, like 'em built, eh? You always have. That's how you got hooked on Myra. Sorry," she said, once more feeling the need to apologize.
"It's okay. It's the truth. God, she was built like Jessi in so many ways, or like you, too. Damn, I missed her like crazy that first night."
"First night? What about the next one. You never said. Come on, girl, what gives? You didn't say anything about it this morning, and I didn't want to push you."
"I don't know. Maybe I had the right idea for therapy. Maybe I really did know that it was all sex with Myra. Anyway, I relaxed in the tub, and then in bed. Cali was good for me. It was a good thing for me, listening to someone else's problems."
"She's got problems?"
"Don't we all? Sure she does, but they're workable, I think. Mostly, she's new in town, and yesterday was the first go at being what she is. She's got a good head on her shoulders, at least that's how it seems. But, yeah, she is delicate."
I told Carole about how I freaked Cali out staring at her as my mind wandered on her facial features.
"I guess that would freak anyone out. Holy shit, look at that, will you," Carole suddenly said.
She was watching Jessi wiggle around Cali, and Cali responding, and quite well, too. They were dancing superbly. Cali was smiling, but not panting like she should have been with that oversexed Jessi wiggling those tits and ass as she was. Cali wasn't moving like Jessi by any means, but her responses were rather innovative. Still, Jessi was dressed in a fairly short skirt and blouse with enough buttons undone so that her jiggling tits were very visible to all of us, and were they ever bouncing around. One more button, and she'd have been showing the way Myra always did. Jessi's hips were more than saucily swaying, and her gorgeous ass more than inviting, yet Cali was handling herself well in spite of Jessi's considerable gyrations.
"I think I like her even more. Anyone that timid that can take on Jessi like that has to have some marvelous goodies in her. Snatch her up, Mimi, or someone else will, I guarantee it."
As she said that, they broke, and Jessi hugged Cali happily, then took her by the hand and led her to us.
"Thanks, gorgeous," Jessi told her, but kissed her cheek before putting Cali's hand out for me to take.
Cali blushed happily, and looked at me and smiled. I swear there was gratitude in her eyes as she looked at me, yet lowered her eyes shyly after a quick moment.
"Thank you, Jessi. That was nice, I think," she said, blushed, and looked quickly at me again.
"You looked great," Carole said, taking whatever tension might have been there away.
"Thanks," Cali told her. "She's a great dancer just like Mimi said."
"Hmpf! I bet the bitch warned you about me too, huh?" Jessi said, as if miffed, but smiled too quickly. "Thanks for bringing her, babe. She's a doll."
"Come on, let's get a bite to eat," I said.
"You looked like you were really enjoying yourself," I said, as we walked away from the others.
"Was it all right?" the worried look returned to her face.
"Of course it was. Now why would you worry that it wasn't? It's a party, isn't it?"
I said it smiling, but wondered about Cali some more.
"Yes, but I wouldn't want to do anything that..."
I stopped her.
"Hey, enjoy yourself. Friends never mind if their friend is having a good time, they're just glad for it, for them. Okay?"
Cali's face dropped even further, making me wonder about Carole's prediction. Hell, it couldn't be happening. Christ, we'd just met.
"It's okay. I told you she would do that, didn't I?"
"Yes. You did warn me."
"And I told you that it was okay when Jessi pulled you to dance, right?"
"Yes, but..." she stopped herself.
Was she wondering about herself now? My liking of Cali was somehow real, somehow more than substantial. There was something about her that was truly innocent, truly sweet, and I needed to keep that around me, to have good friends, and this one was new, and needed me, and was also the perfect antidote for my problem with Myra leaving, it seemed.
Cali did need some decent help. What might have happened to her if I hadn't met her? Which of those butches would have caught her unawares in a moment of weakness, and done irreparable harm to her innocent person? There was no lack of them.
Suddenly I wondered why I was so worried about someone I'd just met. I wasn't a cold person by any means, but I was too concerned about Cali, and I knew it. Maybe I just met her at a time when I was so needy, and translated those needs to her, my worry about my own sorry state and became worried instead for Cali's potentially sorry state. That made sense.
"No buts. I told you that they were nice people, and I meant it. Carole and Jessi are my best friends. Jessi can't help it if she's such a show off sex-pot. Okay?" I asked, and smiled as sweetly as I could.
"Okay," Cali said, smiling similarly.
We ate a bit, and watched Jessi and Carole dance. Whew! They were hot! Where Jessi teased at Cali, but never actually touched her with her breasts, hips, or ass, she had no compunction about touching Carole. Neither did Carole, who easily matched Jessi's more than suggestive moves and very intentional touching. A crowd gathered about them, and started whopping and clapping for them to do more. They didn't, but why not was a mystery to all of us because they were hotter than hot.
"They do love each other, don't they?" Cali asked, enchanted with their dancing that culminated in a deep torrid kiss to everyone's applause.
"They do," I agreed.
We went out to dance when everything was back to normal, or as normal as it could get after the steamy performance by Jessi and Carole. After the first dance, Cindy came to cut in to dance with Cali. Poor Cali just looked at me quizzically, as if asking if it was okay. I smiled, and nodded lightly that it was okay. Cali took it that way, and enjoyed herself again.
"Hey, babe, how about me?" Jessi asked. "Will you dance with me too"
"Just keep it cool, you oversexed witch," I said, and grinned.
"She's gorgeous, you know?" Jessi started in on me as we danced.
"Did Carole put you up to this?" I asked a bit testily.
"Nope. This is on my own. She did tell me about Cali, then when I saw her, and the way she is with you, I thought I'd steer you in the right direction, seeing as how you're probably not seeing straight yet. Hey, that's what friends are for, isn't it?" she asked, a devilish look on her face.
"Can it, Jessi. You and Carole are up to no good, I can tell. I'll be okay, and Cali doesn't need a wounded soul on top of her other problems."
"Mercy, you are hard-headed. Gorgeous, but hard-headed. Myra's gorgeous too, but hey, it wasn't for real with you two, and you know it. Okay, okay, it's too soon to be pushing your buttons, but hey, this one's for real. I don't know how in the hell you did it, but you're one lucky bitch, you know? The real thing fell right into your lap when you really needed her. Wake up and smell the pussy, babe. She's yours. Don't screw it up, or Carole will be hell to live with the way she worries on you," Jessi ended, her smile turning into a wicked grin.
"One day is all I've known her, and I get this from you? Damned if I know why I love and put up with you two," I said, but had to smile.
"Yeah, you love us, and we love you, so shut up, and put up with us. Oh, yeah, and listen to common sense too. One day is enough, babe, and sometimes one look will do it too," she said with a grin.
"Good grief, you two are relentless," I griped to no avail, I was sure.
Another tune came on, and Cindy was still dancing with Cali. It was a more bouncy tune, and Jessi decided to turn up the heat, and smiled impishly as she did.
"You're terrible, Jessi," I said, but smiled.
My smile was wasted. Jessi was looking at Cali, who kept trying to see us, but Cindy kept interfering with her vision. I had to wonder what Jessi was trying to accomplish with her too sexy dancing all of a sudden. In a moment, I saw Cali's eyes. Maybe it was Jessi she was looking at, but there was longing there, too much longing.
"You're worse than terrible, and more than sexy, so stop it, you mean bitch. Stop it," I said, mostly meaning it.
She gave me one of her sexy smiles, and a look that said she'd stop if she felt like it.
"Okay, but remember what I said," Jessi surprised me. "She's sweet as can be, and I know you'll love her like you both need to be loved. Will you keep what I said in mind?" Jessi uncharacteristically asked, more serious than I'd ever heard her.
"Okay, and thanks for being concerned about me," I said softly.
"You? Who's concerned about you? It's that pretty thing over there that I'm worried about," Jessi said, back to her usual form.
Cali and I hooked up again, and danced a while, then we bid our hostesses, and everyone else a good night.
"I had a lovely time," Cali said as we neared her apartment.
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. You did seem to like Jessi and Cindy, and I know they liked you as did Carole."
"They're so nice. Carole and Jessi, that is. Cindy was nice too," she added as an after thought.
"Yeah, they are," I said, and felt like adding that they were like old biddies trying to be matchmakers, but didn't.
"Would you like to come in for a while? I can make some coffee, or tea, or maybe a snack and some wine," Cali said as I parked the car.
"Okay, for a moment, if you feel up to it."
"Yes," she said, almost too quickly.
I had a glass of cranberry juice with her, then settled down to some talking. Cali was nervous, so I got her to talking right away. She had a nice apartment, and her furniture was comfortable. We both sat on the sofa, but kept a respectable distance.
When she began telling me about herself, I fast wondered how she liked any human beings. If I had been Cali, I think I would have settled for a dog, a cat, or a bird, or all of them, and shunned people. It wasn't that she was abused, at least not physically, but ignored or badgered, and made fun of. I could easily tell that Cali wasn't making any of it up for shock value. She was genuinely affected by the lack of warmth from anyone in her family.
To be sure, her mother did provide very adequately for them after their father left just after Cali turned five. She remembered little of her father, but the rest was rather gruesome to hear. I thought I had it bad, but that was only after I had suddenly announced my probable liking for girls instead of boys. With me, it was all quite accidental, the product of an overzealous enthusiasm to be as I felt I truly was.
When my father jokingly asked what boy I was interested in that he would have to look out for, I blurted out that I liked Amber, a really hot girl in my grade that I had a few classes with. God, they both hit the ceiling, and read me the riot act. I was grounded from going out until I was a senior in high school. The worst part was that Amber didn't like girls like I did, so it was a ruined almost three years for me. Cali was quite different.
I found out that more than not liking her, her older brother and sister constantly poked fun at her, and rather cruelly. Her mother ignored them all, other than providing for them. Her mother was a supervisor for the local phone company, a second level one at that, and had a predilection for bringing her boyfriend of the week home with her after some dancing. He usually stayed the night, and on occasion, breakfast, lunch and dinner time, as well as for the weekend, too.
The brother and sister were bad enough, probably due to their own internal miseries, but as far back as she could remember, they took to calling her 'Lista' with a snide derisive tone in their voices. Now I knew why she hated her name, or names. She did seem satisfied with Cali, though.
"Didn't anyone ever call you Cali?" I asked her.
"No. Lista stuck with me from everybody, and since my brother and sister said it the way they did, everyone else did too. I despised it, but there was nothing I could do, so I guess I just withdrew, and made it worse on myself. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be dumping on you."
"It's okay, I've been asking you. Have you ever talked to anyone like you have to me?"
"No. No one was ever interested in me."
"So how did you know you liked girls, or when did you find it out?"
"I used to look at them without really thinking about it, then one time when I was a junior in high school, a girl asked me what I was looking at when she caught me. I was embarrassed, but when I made myself think of it later, I had to admit that I liked girls. I always looked at them, those that were pretty, and loved it, but never paid it any real attention, at least not consciously. I guess I was scared to think about it. Then again, I was scared of most everything."
"But you never acted on it, or had anyone hit on you?"
"Not in high school. In my second year of college, I had lots of pretty girls to look at, but thought I was being real secretive about it. One girl, a butch I think, spotted me though, and thought she had me figured out, and tried to hit on me. I literally ran from her. Well, maybe I just walked fast, but I got away as quick as I could, and made myself stop looking."
"Christ, that must have been hard on you," I said in amazement. "Locking everything up inside of you like that must have been tough to do."
"Yes, a bit, I think," Cali said, and tried to grin, failed, then managed a small, self-deprecating smile.
"I bet going to college was difficult for you, huh?"
"Not really. I worked for the phone company in the summer after graduating from high school, and they gave me a scholarship for a year. I got another one that I applied for, and my mother was somehow proud to say I was going to college, especially since my brother dropped out of school without finishing his last year, and my sister got married right after graduating high school. Anyway, she gave me money every month, plus I had a job at the library in college, so it was okay. Now I'm giving my mother a hundred a month to pay her back. I think that's the only time she's ever been proud of me. At least I think she was," Cali said uncertainly, thinking about it again.
"So the club where we met was literally your first overture in our life style?" I asked gently.
Cali's head bowed, and I thought I saw her fight back tears, but she slowly nodded her assent.
"Wow! I hope I didn't mess you up," I said.
"Oh, no, Mimi, no. Not at all. I mean," she tried to say as fast as she could, "I'm glad we met," she said, her eyes wide with some worry now, or maybe hope, or something else.
Were Carole and Jessi right? I hoped they weren't. I really liked Cali, but she wasn't my type, and I didn't feel anything like that for her, at least not now, and if I knew myself, never. And, of course, definitely not in one day no matter what Jessi or Carole said.
"Well, maybe it'll be okay. I've got you meeting some other girls like us, lesbians, but sometimes we get a bisexual that comes in. If we go back, if you liked it," I started to say, but Cali interrupted me.
"Yes. I liked it there. I did. I was scared at first, especially when Jessi got me to dance, but I liked it. Honest I did."
"I'm glad to hear that. They both loved you, so if, or when, I should say, we go back, if there are any bi's there, I'll let you know, okay?"
"Okay," Cali said, not too thrilled by that, it seemed.
"Have to look out for you if I can. That's what friends do, right?" I quoted Carole, and Jessi, but felt a bit lousy doing it.
"I guess," Cali said, still not thrilled either herself. "Yes," she added right away, "that's what friends are for."
"Hey, I said just a few minutes. It's been way over an hour."
"That's okay. You can stay longer if you want to. I don't mind."
"Thanks, but we've had a long day. You know, we don't work too far apart. Pretty darned close, actually. Would you like to get together for lunch sometime next week?" I asked her without thought, but it felt good to me.
"Yes," she jumped on it immediately, her eyes bright again.
We exchanged our work numbers, and I got up to leave. At the door, Cali looked uncertain again, just like on the parking lot when we met. She made as if to hug me again, and like last night, she pulled back timidly, her head lowered. I reached for her, and she came into my arms in a hurry.
"I had a good time, hun. Thanks for coming with me," I said, and kissed her cheek.
Cali immediately took it as a signal to kiss my cheek too, but held me a bit more afterward.
"Thank you again, Mimi. I had a wonderful time."
I pulled myself gently away, and said good bye.
When I got home, I sat in a hot bath, and leisurely let my fingers do their magic for me. My orgasm was sweet, and I loved it, but then began to wonder why I was so loose, so at ease. I thought that I should be tense, maybe feeling a little desperate in not having Myra's luscious pussy to enjoy as I often did. Being between Myra's thighs with my face buried between her lips was like most women's day at the beach with a pina colada, or the pussy equivalent of one, if there was such a concoction. I could sip on Myra for hours when she let me, which was often, to tell the truth. That woman could take orgasm after orgasm, and still want more, or let me give her more of them. That's what I should be wanting, and a part of me did, but strangely, most of me was very satisfied with my finger action. I didn't even put any fingers in my pussy.
Whatever the reason, I felt good, and went to sleep, my mind peaceful, and a few thoughts of Cali floating in there somewhere. When she came to mind, I had to remember what she told me about herself, and to wonder at her apparent resiliency. In a way, she was pretty amazing, if I could believe what she said. I believed her, but I couldn't say why. I just did.
Then those two meddling women, Carole and Jessi, barged into my thoughts as they often did in my life. In a minute, I was smiling. They did love me as I loved them. They were worried about me, and that made me feel good. The next thing I knew, it was morning. I had slept well.
I spent the day painting a still life, something I seldom did, but it was relaxing, and felt good. I had few thoughts of anything, though I nearly called Cali to see how she was, why I didn't know. As to Jessi and Carole's thoughts about her and me, I knew that I was Cali's first friend, and that's why she stuck with me, but soon she'd have other friends too. That would make her transition to our world easier for her, just as long as she didn't get too desperate for love in a lover. Carole and Jessi were kind of rare. Well, not really, but it was tough finding a partner and love at the same time, at least if I was any measure of it.
Cali and I had lunch on Monday, but decided to bring brown bags the next time as it was too time consuming to get our lunch the first time. We did the brown bag thing all through the rest of the week. It took me by surprise that I had done that, but I had to admit that I liked it. She was easy to talk to, and very friendly, not demanding in any way, and smiled easily. And Cali always looked super in her pantsuits that she always wore. I wondered about that, but didn't say anything.
On Friday evening, we went to another club, 'Just Us,' one that I did frequent before, but one that I knew Myra wouldn't be at since it was a lesbian club too. Of course, lesbian clubs were all I usually went to. We had a good time dancing, and talking. Cali was turning out to be a marvelous friend, easy to get along with, and very congenial. Her dancing was even more markedly improved.
Later, we talked at her apartment like we had before, but this time there was no hesitancy in Cali when she moved to hug and kiss me good bye. The next evening, we were at Carole and Jessi's again. I felt like a masochist right away as they both lit in on me.
"I'm glad you're still seeing her," Carole said after we'd been there a bit, and Jessi was enjoying Cali's new dance skills.
"I'm not seeing her," I said truculently. "We just liked being here, and decided to come again. Are you trying to run us off?" I baited her.
"If I were, Jessi would kill me. If she did that, she'd have to commit suicide because I know she couldn't live without me, so no, I'm not trying to run you off," she said, grinning.
I couldn't help it. I had to grin back.
"Seriously, Mimi, she's adorable. Surely you've seen that already, especially since you two have had lunch all week together."
"Damn it, that's the last time I tell you what I'm doing, or what's going on with me," I bitched.
"Yeah, right!" Carole laughed. "God, you're adorable too, and such a lousy liar. Since when could you ever keep your mouth shut with us?" she had her fun with me.
"You two are nothing but trouble makers all of a sudden," I carped.
"Of course we are. We're just two old partnered lovers who've had their day, huh?"
That was rich, and we both broke up laughing.
"What's going on here?" Jessi came back with Cali, both of them wondering why we were laughing.
"You know how wacky Mimi gets sometimes," Carole began, beating me to the punch. "She started prattling about heaven knows what, and I got tickled."
"It sounded like you got more than tickled," Jessi observed.
"Well, she was a little worse than ever," Carole took her last free shot at me.
Me? I just stood there smiling inanely, and vowed never to let her beat me to the punch again.
Later, in Cali's apartment, she asked if Carole was telling the truth.
"No. She was poking fun at Jessi about something or other, and didn't want to admit it so as not to hurt her feelings, so she dumped it all on me and I let her," I lied, but didn't feel all that bad about it.
"It was nice of you to let her, I think," Cali offered.
"Yeah, so what is a friend for, if not to blame them when you need to, eh?" We both grinned, and I was glad to get that out of the way.
Leaving was easy as Cali hugged and kissed me readily as I did her.
Cali and I got into a routine. We spent Sundays apart, ate together without fail during the work week, but brown bagging it at the local fountain square while the weather was still good, then going out on Fridays to one club or another, then on Saturdays to dance at Carole and Jessi's house. We did that for about three weeks, and each time I saw Cali, she was in a pantsuit. They all seemed pricey, and fashionable, but always different.
The last couple of weekends, when we were at Cali's apartment, she felt the need for a shower. Cali started it not wanting to sit and be offending, she said. I took one once, then felt badly about putting my old clothes back on.
"You can bring some of them over here if you'd like," Cali said, lighting up more warning signs for me. She never did take to any of the other girls she danced with at Carole and Jessi's, nor would she dance with any that asked her to at the clubs.
For myself, I still didn't think of Cali as anything but a friend, though Carole and Jessi, along with a couple of others now, pushed at me about being with Cali.
The next weekend, as Cali and I were talking after going to 'Just Us,' I mentioned the pantsuits. I got more on that, and understood why she wore them all the time, but more than just that.
"I can wear something else if you'd..." she stopped dead in her tracks as soon as she realized what she was about to say. "I mean, do you think I should wear something different sometimes?"
"Not if you feel comfortable in the pantsuits, as you seem to," I said, ignoring her near faux pas, and making sure she didn't see the discomfort that she nearly caused in me.
"I do. They make me feel good," she said, though somewhat sadly. "But I can wear something else if you want..." she nearly blew it again. "Uh, if you think it would be better for me."
"Cali, do you need to talk about why you feel comfortable in the pantsuits? I don't want to intrude if you don't want me to, but you do seem to need to talk about it. Do you? If you do, you know I'll listen."
Cali was silent for a moment, her head lowered as it always was when she was troubled.
"Maybe," she said in a subdued voice that I barely heard.
"As I said, I'll listen if it will help you out," I said. "You know I will," I gently added.
What was it about her that drew me to her as if we were magnets attracting each other senselessly? Maybe it wasn't senseless. Carole and Jessi had always been there for me, especially Carole. This is what friends were supposed to do for each other, and Cali was definitely a friend now. There was no doubt about that.
"I guess so," she said, softly.
I waited her out patiently.
"When I was a senior in high school, one of my mother's boy friends caught me alone in the kitchen on a Saturday morning. I didn't know he was up, and I had on a blouse and a kind of flared skirt. He made me feel like running away when he looked at me, but I didn't know I should. It was my house, and I guess I felt that it was okay because of that. I, I mean, I didn't know, Mimi. I didn't know," Cali nearly cried.
"It's okay, hun," I said softly, fighting the urge to hold her, and dreading what might come next.
She sat there a moment gathering herself, then gave a big whoosh of forced air when she let out the breath out that she'd been tightly holding in.
"He said something about me looking nice, and I ignored him. When I moved to get a dish for some cereal, he came up behind me and grabbed me, pinning me to the counter, and began kissing my neck. When I tried to get away, he ran his hand up my skirt, and tried to get at my vagina. It was difficult, but I squirmed away from his hand, and told him that I was going to scream if he didn't let me go. I guess he thought better of it, and let me go. I ran to my room, and stayed there until he left later that afternoon. I was so scared, Mimi. Nobody had ever done anything like that to me. God, I kept wondering, thinking what would have happened if my mother had gone for cigarettes like she sometimes did, or for something else. My brother and sister had already left the house for good."
Cali cried a bit, and I held her hand. In a minute she reached for me, and was in my arms, and sobbing her heart out.
"I-it scared me, Mimi. He really scared me, and I never wanted to wear a skirt again, I was so afraid of him."
I felt as if I could put two and two together now. That, plus the ongoing harassment from her brother and sister, and a cold mother added up to one heck of a huge case of insecurities. I wondered again how much she'd had to screw up her courage to venture forth on her own when I first met her. God, she had been ripe for disaster. Had I somehow known that? Whatever, I was glad I'd met her. Cali was a great friend, and a wonderful person, and as kind-hearted as could be. Cali had to rank right up there with Carole and Jessi.
Cali kept crying, but quietly now, her head on my shoulder near to my breast, her body at an odd angle as mine was in holding her. Soon, though, I heard the sounds of her soft breathing, and realized her head had migrated a little further down to where it was atop my breast. I didn't mind. It felt kind of good to hold her, to comfort her like this, to caress her head, my fingers fixing hair that didn't need to be fixed, or messing it up, one.
"He's gone now, Cali, and so is your brother and sister. You have some good friends that love you. Carole, Jessi, and me, and even Cindy and some of the others too that want to get to know you better. You're among friends now, and you won't be left alone. I promise you won't," I said rashly, but felt it to be true.
Cali was still quiet, then she finally began to move away from me. It seemed she was reluctant, and did so very slowly.
"Th-thank you, Mimi. Thank you," she repeated. "You've been so nice to me."
"That's what friends are for," I repeated the mantra, and braved a little laughter.
Cali permitted herself to laugh too, but quietly.
"Your front door locks automatically, right?" I asked.
"Yes," Cali whimpered.
"Come on. Let's get you in bed, and I'll make sure it's locked, okay. You can shower in the morning."
She didn't argue with me, and let me lead her to her bedroom. I waited outside the bedroom while she brushed her teeth and changed, then I tucked her in. In the soft light that was on, Cali looked sweet and angelic, and yes, very pitiful. A little girl that had to scratch to get somewhere in a world that had shown her its backside at every turn until now. I wouldn't do that to Cali, and I knew Carole and Jessi wouldn't do that either. Cali had friends now, friends who loved her, and cared about her. She had grown in our hearts, and had become a part of us.
"Sleep, Cali, and I'll see you tomorrow, right? At Carole and Jessi's?"
"Okay," she got out.
"I love you, hun. We all love you. You're a part of us now, okay?"
"Okay. Yes. Thank you," she said so softly I could hear her breath with the words.
"Good night," I said, and bent to kiss her cheek.
That was almost a mistake. I felt her arms go around me, and another whimper that she let out, and I felt myself wanting to hold her all night, and keep her safe. After we hugged for a long time, I pulled back a bit, and kissed her forehead, then her cheeks, lingering too long at each spot. Cali sighed, and I felt her hands caressing my head, feeling of my hair for the first time. Cali was so tender and gentle in her touch, and it nearly brought forth a sigh from my lips.
"Sleep, sweetie, and I'll see you tomorrow. Good night," I said, and kissed her again.
As I got up, I know I heard a deep sigh. Going out, I made sure the door wouldn't open from the outside. I got in my car, and just sat there staring at Cali's door, my mind on nothing that I could tell, my heart inside with Cali. I really felt for her, for all that she had gone through, and felt really bad for her.
Cali was too sweet a person to have been through so much coldness, she was too good a person to have come too close to disaster just after getting here. I thought of how lonely it was to know you were as alone as she was when I met her. In a moment, the freezing aloneness that had been Cali's for so long sent a deep, and violent shiver through my body. I had to get out, I had to drive, had to go home and hide from it myself, if I could, I thought, and doubted I'd be able to.
When I got home, I fixed a hot tub, and sat in it, and still felt the shiver in my body that I'd felt in the car. I didn't even play with my clitoris, just sat and soaked, and hoped the chill would soon go away. I couldn't help thinking of how we were always together, how Cali seemed glued to me, possibly making herself dependent on me. Why? Why wouldn't she give anyone else a chance?
It didn't give me any warm feelings, but I knew Cindy liked Cali, but Cali would only dance with her as she did with some of the others. Had Cindy tried to talk her into a date? Maybe she wasn't interested in Cali, but that didn't seem true. Carole even alluded to Cindy maybe taking Cali from me as if she was mine, which she wasn't.
When I got in bed, it was forever before I fell asleep, and it was a restless sleep at that.
When I awoke, I still had the sense of the wild shiver that overtook my body last night, and the way it possessed me all night long. At least it felt as if it had stayed with me. I had to talk to Carole and Jessi, or one of them, preferably Carole.
They were both in, and I had coffee with them, and I told them about Cali. Everything, including how I felt, what all I had felt. I needed friends, Cali needed friends. Carole and Jessi were more than sympathetic, they were empathetic in many ways, for each of us had gone through our own days of misery before we got to the point in our lives where we were comfortable with whom, and what we are.
"Jeez, she's had it extra rough, hasn't she?" Jessi said, all semblances of the carefree, sexy person gone from her voice and manner.
"She's had the fuckin' crap slung in her face for too long," Carole said, somberly. "Well, I hope you let her know we love her, and she's among friends with us."
"Yes. I made sure she knew it," I said. "I think she feels a kinship with all of us."
"Honey, I don't want to be just saying it as I have been, but you have to know she's in love with you. You know that, don't you?" Carole asked.
That was something I didn't want to face right now, nor consider it in any way.
"I'm not sure," I tried to evade and avoid that question.
"Honey, that gals mind is all over you," Jessi told me. "She doesn't see or know anyone else, and doesn't want to either. Why the hell do you think Cindy can't get anywhere with her? She asked if you two were together," Jessi said.
I didn't know what to say, so I just sat there. Cali and I were friends, and that's all. If she danced with Cindy, why wouldn't she go out with her? That question wasn't welcomed by my mind either.
"Dammit, I had to give her your spiel on it, and tell her you guys were just friends. Christ, babe, if you can't see it, you may find her in Cindy's arms when you do. Cindy ain't bashful about it, girl. She likes Cali. Cindy is a nice person, and a good-looking woman too, but that girl's hat is set for you. If you really want to be of help to her, you have to see all of this shit regardless of what you usually like, or don't. You have to see it, babe. Of course, if you don't really care..." Jessi left off finishing it.
"Yeah, Cindy is a good gal, and good-looking too," Carole added in the way Jessi might have. I was surprised that wasn't Jessi's line, but they did share a lot.
I just bent my head, and probably tried to hide my head in the sand. I loved Cali, but not like that. I'd never liked skinny girls. I tried to tell them both again, and maybe myself too.
"If what you say is true, then I don't know what to do. I'm not attracted to skinny girls, and you both know that, so if you can think of anything, or anyone else that she might get interested in, or anyone that might be interested in her, have at it," I stubbornly told them.
They both looked at me with the oddest look of pity, their heads barely holding back shaking in unison.
"Poor, Mimi. God, you paint so beautifully, and see so many details, and yet you haven't seen how gorgeous she really is," Carole said. "She's not skinny, honey, and one of these days, you're going to see that, and you'll want her exactly the way I know your heart does already. You're as sickeningly in love with Cali as she is with you. I do hope you get to smell that beautiful pussy she must have before it's too late, and you begin to hate the opportunity you let pass you by. We're as worried about your hard-headed-ness as we are of Cali."
"Carole's right, babe. I hope you don't let her pass you by. She is gorgeous. Delicate, but gorgeous. Cali is one sweet combination."
I was outnumbered, and I knew it, so I began to take my leave.
"You both coming tonight?" Carole asked.
"Yes, unless Cali changes her mind for some reason or other, but I don't expect she will."
"Good. Take care till then," Carole worried.
They were the best friends anyone could have, but when they decided something was right, that's how it had to be for them. Then again, was it possible they were right? Was I being foolish in passing over Cali? I didn't feel my heart telling me that that was so, that I was in love with Cali, so I couldn't let myself be taken with Carole and Jessi's wishes for me, or for Cali whom I knew they both did love already as much as they did me. Cali was too sweet not to love.
I wandered around for a bit trying to clear my head, wondering what I had gotten myself into, but resolved nothing. If anything was to be resolved, it had to be in Cali, and there was nothing I could do about her, save to be her friend as I was.
When it was time, I showered, and dressed, then went to pick up Cali. When I got to the door, it opened, and she stood there. My mouth fell open, and my eyes were on her, and wouldn't leave, couldn't leave off looking at her. I knew this time that I was looking too long again, but Cali didn't do or say anything until I looked into her beautiful, deep brown eyes, and saw that sweet look in them. A small smile tried to come over her lips, and finally made it.
I felt something different within myself, as if I had suddenly become possessed by a friendly alien being. It was as a presence deep within me, at the core of my being, small, powerful, all encompassing, and emanating its presence and power to me in the fullest sense, letting me know it dominated me in every way. I loved its presence, but I feared it. Still, it commanded me without words, moved forcefully in me as if to make sure I didn't resist. This presence let me know that it saw all, and worse, it knew all before I was ever born. I felt my legs begin to try to wobble, and that added to my fear. This was all too new to me. I'd never felt this way before, yet I knew it was akin to the days of high school when love was new to me, exciting and fresh in every way.
I licked my lips, and began looking at Cali again. I couldn't help it; Cali was as I'd never imagined her. Cali wasn't skinny, she was slender and beautiful. My artist's eyes finally saw her, and told me that Cali was perfectly symmetrical, and beautifully so for one so slender. Perfectly formed, perfectly shaped, perfectly in harmony from one portion of her body to the next, even her legs.
God, Cali's legs were gorgeous, so sleek and sweetly in harmony from her thighs, what I could see of them, though her dress was about three inches above her knees, to her the knees themselves, thence to her calves, and her ankles. Even her feet in the lovely sandaled heels were as perfectly formed as the rest of her was.
Her breasts were not big at all, not as I thought I liked them, preferred them to be, lustful, oversized melons that I could grapple with. No, not big at all, but as form fitting as her dress was, I saw that they appeared to be full of breath, solid, most likely, and with nice nipples that strained to say hello to my eyes. I wanted them, as I wanted her ass which I'd never seen so tantalizingly displayed as her flared dress made her seem to be.
Cali had her hair pulled back with a nice ribbon as she usually did, but it was somehow different, more exciting, or rather, exciting for the first time. How had I missed Cali's hair as being so beautiful, complimenting her brown eyes that were sparkling once more, but lovelier this time than the other times I'd seen them? Cali was suddenly the most beautiful girl---woman---I'd ever seen.
I began to feel stupid, standing there with my mouth dumbly agape, having a hard time swallowing, and feeling my legs getting weak. So stupid! And yet, that alien within me let me know that all was as it should be, and not to be afraid. Afraid? Yes, I was frightened. No. Scared stiff! Scared to immobility.
"I hope that means I look okay? Do I, Mimi?" Cali finally asked me, her voice singing to my heart.
"Uh, yes," I got out, my voice about to crack on my dry lips. "You're, uh, beautiful, Cali," I said the words automatically, and blushed.
I saw Cali's smile broaden in pleasure, and her face getting flushed, then that turned into a full-fledged blush just as deep as I was sure mine was.
"Thank you, Mimi. I'm glad you're pleased," she said softly. "Uh, are you pleased?" Cali suddenly worried.
"Yes. Very pleased. You look terrific."
Cali let out the breath she was holding in, and came into my arms, hugging me, then kissing my cheek.
"Thank you, Mimi. Thank you very much," she whispered. "Would you like to come in, or are we ready to go?"
"Yeah, we better go, I think," I said.
Once more, I was as a young kid in school, but it was not the same thing this time, though I nearly stumbled as we turned to go. Would I ever get past this night without making a fool of myself, if I hadn't already? More importantly, would I ever see Cali again? My heart began to worry. Had I put off seeing what I sensed I knew I should have seen weeks ago? It seemed like years, and also like yesterday.
We drove in relative silence. I thought Cali would be nervous, or uncomfortable, but instead I sensed she was perfectly at ease. I was the one who was uncomfortable. My problem was that I was in a daze, my motions certain, but mechanical, forced. Even my breathing was forced, and there was an odd feeling in the pit of my stomach, one that teased at my pussy simultaneous with being a disturbing knowing in me. That alien in me was having fun with me, taunting me constantly, playing with my sense of being lost, unsure. Yet I loved it.
"Oh, wow! Aren't you the beautiful one?" Carole enthused before even thinking of hugging and kissing Cali. "Let me look at you. Fantastic, honey, absolutely fantastic! How about it, Jessi? Doesn't she look terrific?"
Before Jessi could say a word, Carole took Cali in her arms, and gave her a big hug, then a solid kiss on the cheek. I felt a mild bit of jealousy hit me, sobering me completely.
"I always said she was gorgeous," Jessi said, hugging and kissing Cali as Carole had. "A genuine bombshell, girl. I get at least one dance, babe, and more if I can con you," that mean Jessi had to rub it in.
A miserable sense of exclusion hit me. I couldn't believe the feeling. Others were joining in saying hello to Cali, and complimenting her.
"She's a heck of a looker, isn't she?" Carole asked, smiling too sweetly, then kissing my cheek.
"Hey, Mimi, are you okay?" Jessi asked, also kissing my cheek. "She's a knockout, babe. You're lucky. Don't fuck it up, or I'll get really pissed at you, you hear?" Jessi whispered to me.
I nodded. I must have kissed them back, or maybe hugged them, but I couldn't remember. Cali and I danced, and I felt as if I had lead in my feet, it was so hard to move them, but Cali was happy, and didn't seem to notice. When Cali danced with Cindy or someone else, that same lousy feeling was back into the pit of my stomach, but worse when it was Cindy. I could see her talking to Cali, and Cali returning Cindy's smile with her own. It felt like shit.
"I think you've finally seen her, haven't you?" Carole asked kindly.
All I could do was to nod as I watched her dance with Cindy again, and try to stop a near anger that was being directed toward Cindy. The whole scenario was confusing me, my mind still as if frozen, not functioning as it always had.
"Oh, God, you're a mess, honey," Carole said, sounding exasperated. "Just enjoy her, and it'll all work out. Just flow with it, and don't fight it, you dope," she said, and kissed me lightly. "Please don't mess it up, babe. That doll loves you so much. Wake up, kid, wake up."
"Thanks," I finally whispered.
"Oh, God, Jessi, she's gone, but goodness only knows where," Carole said, and walked away.
Cali came to me when her last dance was over, and smiled. My lips tried to smile back.
"Want to go?" Cali asked.
"No. We can stay for a while longer if you'd like to. Are you enjoying yourself?"
"Uh-huh, but I'm worried that you're not. We don't have to stay, Mimi."
"No. Let's dance," I said feebly.
We did. When it came to a nice slow one, Cali laid her cheek flush against mine, and her hand went to the back of my head under my hair. I stifled a sigh, and leaned forward into her instead of backing away as my legs threatened to fold under me.
"I feel so good when I dance with you, Mimi. Is that okay? Do you like dancing with me?"
"Yes, I like dancing with you," I managed to get out, feeling as if I was being tortured, but sweetly. What my pussy was feeling I didn't want to think about, but it was crying quietly.
"Let's go back," Cali said. "Please, Mimi?" Cali asked softly.
We said our good byes, and left. The good byes weren't as bad on me as the hellos, but I was still too silent, and I knew it. Worse, Cali knew it, but seemed at ease with it. This wasn't good for me. It couldn't be.
"Would you like a drink, or something to eat?" Cali asked when we were in her apartment.
"No, I'm fine. You go ahead if you want something."
"How about a shower? Need one?"
"I don't think so," I said, the prospect of taking one being suddenly terrifying to me.
"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.
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.
"Oh, god, Mimi, they're so beautiful," she said, her hands going to them.
My nipples being as sensitive as they were loved Cali's touch, and it was my turn to gasp. My senses returned, and I made sure Cali's bra was off, and my hands reached out to caress her breasts. Yes, they were sweetly formed, sensuous to touch, and set me to wanting to kiss them, to suckle on her nipples that my hands were already teasing, puckering them sweetly.
I had my way. I bent to one of them, and began kissing it, every now and then giving it a small lick before going after her nipple. I had to have it, it was so inviting in its small-pointedness. Cali's nipples were small, like her breasts, but they were long in their excitement.
"God, that feels so sweet," Cali purred, her hand behind my neck, and her back arched pushing her nipple and breast at my mouth.
I licked, suckled, and nipped at it, then moved to the other breast. As I did that, one hand went to unzip her skirt, and soon it was at her feet. Cali also took the time to do the same to me, and now we were in our shoes, panties, and Cali in her stockings. Kicking my shoes off, I pulled away from Cali though her body protested. Looking at her again, I was awestruck at how marvelously beautiful Cali was in her slenderness. She looked even better in the light of day.
"Cali, you are beautiful," I whispered, then went to my knees.
I took her shoes off, caressing each foot as I did so, then pushed at her to sit on the bed, then to lie back. It was torture for both of us, but I took my time rolling her thigh highs off of her legs, kissing the skin copiously as I uncovered it all the way down to her toes. Cali was moaning deliriously.
When that was done, my hands crawled up to her panties, and hooked under the waistband, and slowly started to tug them off of her. Cali raised her hips to help me. She had to. My lips were at her waist kissing her as they moved for me, sending Cali into paroxysms of expectation.
I treated myself to each part of her as it came into view. Her lovely hips didn't escape my attention, and neither did the tops of her thighs, nor her mound which I rubbed my face on gently, lovingly. Cali's hands were at my hair, caressing, combing, mussing it.
Pushing Cali gently to be fully on the bed, and moving on it with her, I resumed my loving attentions on Cali's delicious looking body. I loved the feel of her on me, loved the feel of her under me. I pulled and pushed on her panties without looking, my focus on her moist, and swollen lips that seemed to be throbbing in expectant anticipation. I licked slowly at the dew she had gathered already, and moaned with her.
"I love the way you taste, the way you feel, the sweet fragrance from your pussy. God, I love it. Let me love it for you, Cali," I needlessly said, getting between her legs.
Cali wasn't about to keep me from her. She was muttering her approval with indistinct words. I lapped at her a bit more firmly, and relished the moment, breathing her in, getting to know her more intimately. My fingers gently parted her lips, and I licked as deeply as I could, slowly burrowing my face into her lovely pussy, and felt Cali's hips raise slightly in appreciation. Her hair was soft, sweet to feel, yet I yearned for her to be denuded so I could savor all of her as fully as possible. Later, maybe. Later.
Cali knew the joy that awaited her at the end, but I wanted her to know the joy of prolonged love, the joy of my enjoyment of her, the joy of knowing heaven endlessly coursing through your body. Soft waves of love must have been felt by Cali for she was moaning uncontrollably, hands aimlessly combing whatever locks of mine she could find. There was a gentle swaying to her hips under my face, as if caressing me with her sweetness, giving me a needed facial that I welcomed. I would always welcome her giving me a facial, or bathing me like this. How could I not have known how beautiful it would be, is, to make love to Cali, to drink of the overabundance from the lips of her cup.
I lapped at her from bottom to top, languidly taking her offering, then cleansing one inner wall again, then the other, my hands greedily kneading her lovely ass cheeks, loving how they made her lift, sway, and squirm as if to tell me that I was doing exactly as she wanted me to. Cali was accepting my loving her leisurely as I wished her too, and it was immensely pleasing to me.
When an orgasm suddenly snuck up on Cali, it was slow, and soft, yet causing her whole body to tremble as I knew it flowed in magnificent waves throughout her body. I sensed her legs stiffening, then her feet curling her toes in pleasure.
"Oh, lord, it feels so beautiful," Cali whispered the words reverently, emotionally. "So beautiful."
I lay with my face buried in her very wet pussy, letting Cali know and enjoy the after glow of the orgasm, yet also feel my lips on her wanting more of her sweetness.
"This is so beautiful, Mimi. God, it's so beautiful," my sweet Cali whispered softly to me. "I don't ever want to leave here, you feel so wonderful to me."
"You feel even better to me," I said, muffled though it was.
Cali must have heard me for she didn't ask me to repeat it, or else she was too preoccupied with all the marvelous feelings she was still having.
I began to lick her pussy again, taking all that had slowly come afterward, relishing the love she was passing to me. As best I could, I began to suckle her lips, one, then the other, my tongue mapping her inner treasures, my senses recording every nuance of each wall. For a long time I loved Cali like that, for a long time, I enjoyed Cali's love of my love of her. Her pussy loved what I was doing to it, and generously rewarded me with her flow. I was in heaven. This was where I wanted to be.
Taking my sweet time, I loved Cali's pussy. Another orgasm shook Cali's body gently, sweetly, then another more forceful, the last one wild. The last one was very wild, screamingly so, and Cali's body lifted us both toward the ceiling. I had teased her clit on all of them until that last one, I gave it all she seemed to be able to take comfortably. She took a lot, and loved it. Would that we could float in the air as I loved her on that last orgasm, would that I could forever feel my face within the folds of Cali's pussy. I loved it. I loved it, loved it, loved it!
Cali worked hard to get her breathing back to a semblance of normality. One of my hands reached to cup one of her sweet breasts and knead it gently, and tweak her nipple softly, rolling it as I longed to eat her pussy even more, though I knew she'd had more than enough. I hadn't. I wondered at my insatiable desire to eat pussy, to lick it to the exhaustion of my partner.
What was it that drove me, that caused me to derive so much pleasure from it? I knew that I'd had a couple of quiet orgasms as I had been eating Cali's pussy, but they only spurred me on. I was so strange that way. I wondered if any other women were as I was. Whatever, Cali seemed more than content with my love.
"Come up here, Mimi. My whole body needs to feel you, to sense all the love that's flowing in me against you. Come and feel how my body loves you so much," Cali said, her words tender, loving, inviting.
I moved up, reluctant to do so, yet glad to be able to feel the way her whole body was still in its enjoyments. It was. I kissed Cali's breasts again, and felt the beautiful tensions Cali transmitted to me, her back arching as it hadn't before, the sense of her love different, more bodily vocal without being too physically demonstrative. It was all a soft, firm push towards my body by her body, much like her breasts that were soft, yet firm. I'd never sensed this before. It was so delicious to feel it all up and down the length of my body. Cali's whole body moved under me like a cat rubbing against you.
"I'm going to hate it when I have to leave you, Mimi. I never want to feel us parted. I want my body against yours every moment I live," she said huskily, the words coming slowly out of her mouth.
I could feel her after glow in those words, the way her hands were ceaselessly caressing my body as far as they could reach, the purring of her breath still hot against my skin.
"I don't want you to leave either, Cali. Don't go. I love you," the words finally came out of me, but not even shocking me. "I never want you to leave. Never!"
I did know I loved Cali, and marveled that it had taken me so long to realize it. My love of her must have begun soon after we'd met, the next day at Carole and Jessi's, I thought. So many things had conspired to keep that knowing from me, and it had almost been lost in whatever silliness that was my life's habit. Cali lived in my heart. I knew she did without question.
"Do you really, Mimi? Do you really want me to stay? Tell me, my sweet love. Please let me hear it again, I so need to know you do love me," Cali softly urged me.
"I do love you, Cali. I love you more than anything. Stay with me, baby, and let me love you. I need to love you, baby."
"Oh, god, yes. Yessss! Somehow I'll find a way to be with you, to love you. Thank you, my beautiful love, thank you. You've made me so happy," she said, her arms holding tightly to me, as I was to her.
We kissed, or rather, Cali kissed me. Her lips attacked mine, laying claim to them for all time. I let her, and laid my claim to her too. Cali's lips were so sweet, her flesh soft, pliable, giving, taking softly, taking firmly, receiving my own lips with fervent enthusiasm, with love.
"Mimi," Cali said, "I need to love you. Please tell me I can love you now," she said, her hands at my panties that had never come off of me.
Those lovely hands were feverishly trying to push my panties off of me. I smiled within myself at never having taken them off. I knew they were soaked from the orgasms I'd had too. Then it came to me to want to see Cali as she saw my shaved pussy. I wanted to watch her as she looked at me. There was no doubt in me that she would be enthralled by it. Why, I didn't know, but I knew she would be.
I slid off of Cali, then let my feet slowly find the floor, and stood. I took a small step back, and looked into her eyes. Cali propped herself up on one elbow, and looked into my eyes too, but when my fingers went to my waistband, Cali's eyes slid down to see me, to watch as I removed my panties. I was slow in lowering them, excruciatingly slow, my eyes never leaving Cali's. I was teasing her, and I knew it. So did Cali, but she didn't mind it. When the waist band was down to my mound, I stopped. Cali's eyes moved up to mine. She was breathing hard, her breasts looking so erotic as they made a show of her struggle to breathe.
When I began to lower them again, her eyes were on me immediately. As I lowered them, and she saw nothing but skin, her breath quickened even more until she saw my lips completely nude, then she gasped, her hand going to her mouth. I loved the way she was looking, the lust I saw building within her and clouding her eyes. A loving, needful lust, her nostrils flaring wildly.
I pushed them all the way down, then turned sideways to let her see my ass as I was bent. Cali didn't know whether to look at my hanging breasts, or my ass, and kept trying to do both at the same time. I loved it and made another slow production of taking them all the way off each leg. At last I turned to her to see me fully again, but completely naked in every way. Cali was staring at my shorn pussy, her tongue working hard to keep her lips moistened.
"You look so beautiful," Cali whispered hotly, her hand moving out to reach for me.
I stepped closer to her, and felt her fingers touch me. It was electric for both of us. My legs wobbled violently, shaking my whole body that was shivering with excitement. Cali never noticed, she was so taken with the feel of my pussy on her now stroking hand, her palm slowly moving as best she could, up and down, but slowly. As she did so, the pressure became stronger, her hand pressing in more. Then Cali came off the bed, and to her knees, her face moving toward my dripping lips.
Cali was trembling all over, especially her fingers and lips that kissed my pussy, her hand under it now as I spread my legs wide apart. I knew Cali would love my pussy; she wanted it too badly not to love it, its taste, its fragrance intoxicating to her instantly. After the initial kiss, and light licking at my entrance, Cali's hands clutched my ass cheeks hard, and pressed her cheek to my pussy.
I shuffled myself to slowly move around until my legs bumped the bed, then I eased myself down, the edge of my ass on the very edge of the mattress. Steadying myself with a hand behind me, I reached for a nearby pillow, doubled it up and laid my head back on it. I wanted to watch Cali, to see every expression her face had, every joy that registered on her face.
Lifting my legs carefully, I saw Cali dive in, her face full into my lips, her tongue lashing out eagerly.
"Uhmm. Ummm. Mm-mm!" I heard the squeaky sounds emanating from her as she took her pleasure from my pussy's now flowing river of love.
Cali's face kept trying to shove itself as far into me as possible, thrusting as if fucking me. God, I loved it so much. I had to lie back and enjoy Cali's mouth, her tongue. I grabbed my legs, and spread myself as open as I could to receive Cali's loving of me, and was rewarding by a more urgent thrusting of her tongue and face. As open as I was, it was an invitation for Cali to lap fully on my pussy, and she did so eagerly from bottom to top, including my clit.
Cali remembered my love of taking her lips with mine, and suckled first one, then the other, licking feverishly within each of them as if trying to strip all of my juices as fast as they appeared. Then she moved up to my clit and mound, and nearly swallowed them.
"Oh, god! Oh, god, Cali. Oh, baby, oh, that's so good." I wailed, floods of sensations running amok in my body.
Delicious sensations! Sexy, erotic, more than merely sensuous. They were wild, captivating, constantly enriching themselves, feeling like new living beings that knew their life was short, and were taking all advantage of their new being in me, and making me to feel the joy of the love they were. The sensations of sexual excitement flowed back and forth, riding me high, then higher. Cali knew she was destroying me, and that I loved it, and pushed me to the edge unmercifully, then over it.
Soon I was screaming as my orgasm was coming as hard as any I'd ever had. Hard, long, and so beautifully sweet to every cell in my body, especially those in my pussy.
I was struggling to catch my breath, yet feeling wave after wave of erotic sensations going through me like a roller-coaster, or wild waters at the ocean on a stormy day, but oh, so beautiful inside of me. Cali was making all of those same needing noises, but with her cheek pressed, and rubbing on my pussy's lips.
"I love you, Mimi. God, I love you. I want more of you. Please, my sweet love, tell me I can have more," she shocked me with the fervor of her need.
"Yes, baby, you can have more. You can have all you want of me, just as long as you stay."
"Yes, but I want to be like you. Your lips feel so sweet, and look so sexy. I love the way they feel in my mouth. Can I do that, Mimi, can I?" she asked breathlessly.
"Yes, baby, I'd like that very much," I said, my breath nearly back to normal.
"God, you feel so sexy on my lips," Cali said as if awestruck, and took my breath away again, her lips instantly gorging on my pussy.
Cali pushed me back a bit, and I helped her. Cali crawled up on the bed with me, and set herself between my legs, her hands kneading my ass cheeks as mine had hers earlier. Once again, it didn't take her long to bring me to a beautiful orgasm. I wasn't surprised, it had been so long since I'd been so loved.
Coming up to me after a bit, I held Cali, and kissed her profusely, not yet believing my good fortune in having her.
"I want more of you, Mimi, my love, my precious love. God, I want you so much," Cali feverishly said.
"Later, Cali. We have to have some real food first so we can live to love often."
"Yes. I'd like to love you very often. Let's live to do that," she whispered hoarsely.
My hand ran down to her pussy, and cupped it. I loved the feel of the surprising swell of her mound, and tried to picture in my mind what it would look like after she'd shaved it. I was wanting to do that now, but held back my lustful longing. We did have to eat.
"Let's finish cooking, baby," I said, and kissed her tenderly.
"Okay."
We got up, and without putting any clothing on, we washed, then went to finish making our breakfast.
"Do you want to move here?" I asked.
"I'd love to, but I have a one year lease, and a large deposit."
"Think you can sublease it, or get someone to take it over?"
"Maybe. I could try. If not, it'll only be about nine more months. We can survive that, can't we?"
"If we have to. Maybe we could split where we stay, some here, some at your apartment. It might be fun, huh?"
"We could make it so, I think," Cali said happily.
As long as I had Cali, I knew I would be happy. I enjoyed sitting and looking at her bared breasts. How sweet they were to me though they weren't as I'd always felt I liked them. Cali's skin was so smooth, and seemed to have a beautiful glow. Cali kept seeing me staring, admiring the sweetness of skin and breasts, and flushed from my too great love of her. Cali's breasts kept rising swiftly, her breath shortening so that her breasts seemed to heave with her difficulty getting her breath.
Looking at Cali, and seeing her so happy made me joyfully happy. I loved seeing the sparkle in her beautiful brown eyes, the glow that was there, the love.
After breakfast, we brushed our teeth, then I got a couple of towels so we could sit on the sofa as we were. We only needed one of them, Cali coming into my lap right away.
"I love the feel of your body on mine, the way your beautiful breasts feel against me, or in my hands, or my mouth," Cali said, bending herself to take one of my nipples between her lips.
"I like it too, Cali. My nipples are sensitive, baby, and they love you doing that to them."
"I love doing this to them, holding them, kissing and nursing on your nipples. Your breasts are so beautiful, Mimi, so sweet and sexy looking. You don't know how much I've wanted you, hoped and wished we could be as we are now. I'm so happy, my love."
Cali's hands did as best they could as she sat on my lap, her mouth hungrily taking my nipple for dessert. I was glad I had the towel under me, I was so wet. Still, it was awkward for Cali, and her body slid down some. Soon she was on her towel, and I was cradling her head, lifting it to my breast. As Cali suckled lovingly, I caressed her face, and everywhere else my hand could reach. I was in love. Madly in love, and I loved the feeling.
One of my hands moved to go between Cali's thighs, my fingers seeking her love. Cali was so wet, so hungry for love, my love. As Cali suckled on my nipple, and otherwise abused me so sweetly with her loving teeth, my finger stole into her, my thumb lightly tapping, and strumming her clitoris. Cali opened her legs up more for me.
"Oh, Mimi, oh, that's so good. Love me, my love, love me," she said.
Cali's hips heaved upward again, her lips demanding more from my breast that hung down to her face, pulling avidly on my nipple.
"Ummm-ummm," Cali muttered into my breast, her face pushing to it more as she came on my finger.
My own pussy was in its throes too, Cali's suckling too much for me, her pussy's demands too exciting. We finished together.
"God, will it always be like this? Will we always love this sweetly?"
"Often, Cali, very often if I have anything to say about it. I do love you, baby. I Love you very much. Heck of a way to lose your cherry, huh?"
"I loved it, Mimi. It's yours, my love, it's yours. Take all of me anyway you want me."
My mind raced with her words. Since high school, I'd never had a virgin. Even then Laney hadn't been a virgin, at least not from oral loving. I'd never fucked her with my finger the few times we'd been able to get together, though we had masturbated each other. Though I didn't really care for it, at least not before, I began to greedily think of using a strap-on with Cali. The thought of making her mine in every way thrilled me until it was nearly an instant obsession.
I did have a strap-on, one that was mine, if Myra hadn't accidentally taken it. Myra had me buy it, telling me what was best, that being made of leather just like the one she had. I just took her word for it, and Myra showed me how to use it, demonstrated it, I should say. Yes, I would do that, but later. Much later. Today, for the rest of the day, and this week at least, I would be more than happy to have Cali's pussy with my lips as I loved to do anyway.
"Mimi, can we shave me now? I want to know how it feels to have your lips on me like that."
"Me too, baby," I said. "Come on, let's take a shower, then we'll shave you."
This I was looking forward to very much. Our time in the shower was a small part washing, which we did very well, but spent a lot of time loving each other, me in particular. As much as I loved eating pussy, I had to take advantage of Cali being so receptive, and so needy yet. I kissed and nibbled my way down to her pussy, then feasted on her once more, making myself take note of how Cali felt unshaved so I could compare it soon to her being shaved. It was pure lustful greed on my part, I knew, but I let myself sense every thrilling thought, every picture that came to mind.
Cali's body responded so beautifully to my lips and tongue, then finally to my tongue working in so many ways on her clitoris. I licked around it, suckled it lightly, laved it with the flat of my tongue, then flicked it wildly until I felt her close, then suckled it. Holding Cali firmly by the cheeks of her ass, I took all that gushed out of her, and made sure she stayed standing as she did.
"Cali, don't let me eat you too much. If you can't take more at any time, let me know, okay?"
"Okay, Mimi. So far it's been nothing but delicious, and I love it. I'm tired, my body is, but I know I want more. I can't seem to get enough. Is that okay?"
"It's more than okay. I told you I love to eat pussy, and yours is fantastic, baby," I told her, my breath still hard to come by.
We finished washing, then dried. Now the fun would begin, at least for me. I got all the goodies, scissors, new razor and blade, baby oil, and shaving cream, and a thick hair conditioner, and had a washcloth at the ready to give her pussy a hot towel after she'd cut the hair, and I'd rubbed oil deep into her skin. After she'd cut her hair short, I had Cali sit on the counter, and rubbed the oil deeply onto her lips, then put the hot towel on her pussy.
"Uuuuh," Cali gasped, "that feels so good," she said after initially jerking as I put it on her.
Letting it cool just a bit, I then pressed it with my hand to direct the heat to her, knowing it would feel sensuous and erotic to her. It did, her eyes closing in pure enjoyment, her body arching her breasts forward, as well as shoving her pussy at the towel. After that, it was all work, but it got Cali excited, and I loved looking at her lips swelling and very wet. The last of it was a coating of the thick hair conditioner. It was nicer by far than regular shave cream.
"Let me feel it, baby," I said when she was done.
It was baby slick to my touch, and so wet from her overflowing juices. Then Cali had to sample it.
"Feels nice, doesn't it?" I asked.
"God, it's making me so horny," she said. "Mimi, can we love each other together? At the same time?"
"Sure, baby, that sounds good to me. Let's wash the baby oil and conditioner off of you first," I said, anxious to feel Cali's pussy lips with my face and lips.
It was instant wildness when we got in bed, and skipped the preliminaries, going right to each other's pussy. We drove each other to extremes, both of us bucking wildly at each other. Her lips felt so good, so tender, and sweet tasting as I took each of them fully into my mouth. My energetic loving of her spurred Cali, I'm sure, but she seemed to love it, giving me all I could take, and taking all the love I was giving her. When we ended together, we couldn't turn loose of each other's pussy. It was so good, and I wanted even more, but I knew Cali had been worn out.
I pulled Cali to me, and had her lay full bodied on me, our kissing continuing amid many words of love. Soon I felt Cali contentedly asleep on me. My heart was swelling with my love of her. All the love we had shared came flooding back to my mind, to my body's remembrance. How had I allowed myself to be so blind as to almost miss Cali's love?
As I idly combed Cali's hair with my fingers, and caressed her back and ass that I now loved so much, I realized I'd never really been in love. At least not like this, not so fully, so knowingly and aware of it, and the tremendous joy it was filling me with. Then I thought of our sex, and guiltily thought of sex with Myra too. Though it pained me, I knew that sex with Myra had been wild, and I had loved every minute of it, still, it was as nothing compared to the sex I'd just had with Cali. What was it that was so different? Then it hit me. It was so obvious, and so corny, but so true.
Sex with love as Cali and I had had been as magnificent as sex can get. I wanted Cali more than I'd ever wanted Myra, or Myra's body. Our love magnified everything about us, the way we looked at each other, the way our eyes spoke to each other, the way our hearts seemed to want to merge us in every way. I wanted sex with Cali, and more, I just wanted to be with her, to know she was near me. Myra had filled me with the need of the glorious sex we had, but I was almost blinded to love by it.
I remembered how I felt just last night at Carole and Jessi's, the way my stomach knotted with the thought that others were touching Cali, kissing her, however chastely. The sense that I might have let her slip away from me was nearly overwhelming, a pure torture, yet I didn't recognize it for the love we both had for each other. I knew that Cali wanted no other but me. It was as Carole and Jessi had said, Cali saw no other, and now that made me feel as if life was Cali loving of me, and allowing me to love her. How beautiful love is. How beautiful!
I knew we'd love forever, and that knowing filled me completely, my heart swelling with the joy of our being, our love. I kissed Cali as best I could, and continued to caress her, happily contented to have her just as she was, and knowing she'd often be just like this, and always close to me, to my heart.
The End
ABOUT A. MISTORY
A. Mistory is passionate about life: consciousness, intelligence, curiosity, creativity, how we came to be as we are in general, our ability to be introspective, our insight, compassion, the depths our love can reach, and the lustful passionate love we can achieve. We are much more than most of us ever think we are. All of the characters are written as if real, and their stories as if they truly happened; the characters are imbued with a zest for life, love, passion and especially its awakening in us with such a lustful force. Life really is stranger than fiction, and has so many faces. These stories find those places, and hopefully make them real for the reader. The characters are written as if the characters would love to have others see them if they were writing the story. Getting lost in the characters is not unusual, as is staying awake at night, or even waking up thinking about and feeling them as if being told what to write, and how.
An avid reader - when there is time - indulging in novels, particularly those by Linda Howard and Chelsea Quinn Yarbro, are a delight. A favorite novel is "Becoming Bobbie" by R. J. Stevens. In writing about love, it is no surprise that the actual letters of the continuing love of Heloise for her lover/ex lover, Abelard, is considered the finest love story ever written. When reading them, they bring ripples of sensations through the body with chills and shivers that seize the mind and make one captive to them. The unheard of honest, and openly lustful sexuality that defied the times is enthralling. Those letters are felt to be better by far, and more erotic to the mind, and therefore the senses, than any novelist ever wrote.
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By A. Mistory
Ellen is widowed and alone, and Molly, Ellen's young neighbor, has a troubled marriage and philandering husband---two women have never needed a good friend more than these two!
When Molly devises a fiendishly cute scheme for the two women to come together, Ellen can't resist, in spite of her wariness---Hank, Molly's husband, has made his intentions toward Ellen well known and she's not interested in giving him any untoward opportunities.
But as the women grow closer and closer, each of their problems overlap and entwine in wholly unexpected ways, leaving them both clinging to each other. Ellen's troubling and revealing insights meet with Molly's fear to reveal a secret long buried as and Molly's husband, Hank, becomes a serious threat to their growing relationship...
The Garden In My Heart is a tale of love, and an adamant refusal to allow the world to intrude on it, a story an awakening and understanding, and hopes finally being fulfilled no matter the near horrible events that threaten new found, and heretofore forbidden, love.
Warning: This title contains graphic language and lesbian sex.
Excerpt From THE GARDEN IN MY HEART:
There was no question but that something was very wrong in Molly's marriage. Some times there was a little something that would inadvertently appear momentarily, her countenance minutely changed when she didn't know I was looking, or maybe some word that slipped out without her realizing it. If she did catch anything, she didn't make anything out of it.
On Friday, Molly had lasagna ready to cook, as well as bread. I made a salad and had the wine. Molly was her usual happy self, and we enjoyed our company again. On Saturday, we shopped, bought virtually nothing but lunch, and had leftovers for supper. Sunday was good too, but when she was leaving, she was suddenly acting strange, deep within herself. At the door, instead of the usual hug we now enjoyed with each other, her hand went to my cheek, and the most forlorn look came over her. It was so unusual that I could only watch and wonder what was going on in her mind, or if something was troubling her. Then Molly's other hand came to my face, and the next thing I knew she was kissing me fully, and fairly hard.
I say fairly hard because it was full, firm, and our lips were mashed, but not in a hurtful way. It wasn't passion, but to me, from Molly's possible point of view, desperate, but why was a question I couldn't answer. There's no doubt I was returning the kiss though, my first since Greg died, and again, I more than enjoyed it from the sounds I was making, my little moans of satisfaction with us being as we were. Then I knew that Molly was also moaning with whatever pleasures or needs she was feeling, or wanting being fulfilled. I even felt her tongue tentatively going lightly across my lips as if she was wanting a small taste of me, but was fearful of my displeasure. There was no displeasure on my part. Maybe I reacted favorably because it took me by surprise, and I had always loved Greg's kisses, and for too long needed such a kiss-and it felt good, too. Quite delicious, actually.
Then as suddenly as she'd kissed me, Molly pulled back and looked wildly worried at me, her eyes darting spastically about my face, her hand as if going to her mouth.
"I'm sorry. Oh, God," she said softly, and spun on her heels and nearly ran out the door.
I watched as she hurried away, my hand going to my mouth in wondering at what had just happened...
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By A. Mistory
It was love at first sight, at least for Tess. The moment she laid eyes on Maeve, she knew she would move heaven and earth to make friends-and more-with the reluctant redheaded beauty. But in spite of Tess' success in winning the new girl over-at least as good friends if not fulfilling Tess' hidden wish for more-she is unable to fully protect her new friend from the continued high school teasing and humiliation which has made her so reluctant to make connections in the first place.
Even though Maeve has transferred schools to escape the truth of her secret, rumors continue to follow her, and it's only through her newfound friendship with Tess that she finds true happiness. But in spite of her probing, Tess learns no more about the mystery surrounding her new friend, although she continues to valiantly protect Maeve against the gossiping onslaught.
After graduation, the two young women move in together as roommates, and Maeve is exposed much more fully to Tess' lifestyle choice. Tess begins to go out alone to lesbian bars to meet women, and Maeve feels both curious and left out. When Tess meets Marsha, a saucy, sexy, spunky siren, a torrid affair ensues that threatens Marsha's sanity and Tess' protective friendship with Maeve.
Will Maeve's continuing journey of self-discovery allow her to fully blossom, even in the midst of the tangled jealousy, passion, and hidden desires of the three young women? Will her secret, finally revealed, bring them together or tear them apart?
Warning: This title contains graphic language, f/f/ and f/f/f sex.
By A. Mistory
Spoiled, arrogant Nora is a rich lawyer whose first submissive, to her shame and chagrin, turned out to be a humiliating disaster for them both. Now this sexy domme is determined to find another to do her bidding --- but this time, she vows, it won't be permanent. Nora just wants a plaything, and she seeks one out with a vengeance, discarding them left and right --- that is, until she meets Eileen.
Eileen's overpowering need, obedience and ultimately, her love, win over the proud, haughty domme, although Nora fights it as hard as she can, even going so far as to introduce Meister Curt, a man known in the rich-boy circles for his sexual prowess, into the mix, just to assess Eileen's submission.
Will Eileen pass her Mistress' test?
Warning: This title contains graphic language, lesbian sex and bdsm elements.
IT WAS JUST A KISSBy A. Mistory
Couples Jim and Claire; Marsh and Audrey, or Dre, as her friends refer to her, are neighbors and best friends who've always spent weekends together hanging out and having great debates and good times. One weekend, the talk turns to the controversial Proposition 8 debate, bringing up the topic of gay marriage, and somehow culminates in a hot, lingering kiss between Claire and Dre that leave them all breathless and wondering how things got to that point.
That one kiss turns out to be a catalyst in the couples' lives, leaving their marriages on shaky ground, and Claire and Dre clinging to one another for comfort...and more. The women's lives unravel, in the midst of deceit and betrayal, but a love story unfolds against the backdrop of Proposition 8, as Claire and Dre seek a place where they can share their love, fully and completely.
Warning: This title contains graphic language and lesbian sex.
WHERE THE HEART WON'T GOBy A. Mistory
Nikki, young and beautiful, should be carefree, but two problems make her seek help. Gayle Colburn is a competent psychiatrist, but her involvement in Nikki's life adds another problem to Nikki's already overburdened life--she falls in love with Gayle as soon as she sees her!
But as Nikki's original problems reach a critical point, and she reveals more of the truth to her doctor, Gayle feels, despite her better judgment, more and more compelled to keep her client safe in ways that may not be professionally appropriate. Nikki's mother and boyfriend are toxic influences, and Gayle is eventually pushed to her limit to help her client.
Seeking advice from Miriam, her mentor and partner in practice, Gayle realizes, finally, that what Miriam says is true-where the heart won't go hasn't yet been discovered. Sinking deeper together, Nikki and Gayle struggle to find meaning in their lives and each other as the world pushes them toward answers-and each other.
Warning: This title contains graphic language and lesbian sex.
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After a disastrous bdsm relationship, beautiful, submissive Holly finds her way into an online friend's arms. Wendy is a sweet, gorgeous redheaded femme, and they settle in together for a while, but Holly is restless. She longs for more.
After a meeting at a club where Wendy introduces Holly to Gracie-"Here comes trouble!" Wendy says-Holly doesn't understand how Wendy could find the erotic, soft-spoken woman in any way dangerous. But the pain in Gracie's eyes, and yes, that deadly fire, draws Holly in like a moth to flame.
Holly soon learns that Gracie's love is hard-earned, and is somehow tied in with "Father Jack"-its as if the man is constantly in bed with them-will the two of them be able to overcome the past and find a future together?
Warning: This title contains graphic language and f/f, m/f and f/f/f sex.
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