STARtled
Part II
Same as before: This happened, well... is still happening to me. Names are made up to protect our ids, the rest is all true. If you're too young or your morals can't tolerate women falling in love with each other, then find something else to read, please. It continues like this...
Day 2 6:42pm
I finally opted for straight, hair that is. A little make up and ready to get in the kitchen with the rest of my family and Brian and Lynn. Well, I actually wasn't that ready. I was half hot half frozen from what had just happened. See? The gorgeous woman I just sorta made out with was cooking with my husband, my kids and my friend. And I was sure my embarrasment showed in big red letters on my forehead.
Once I entered the crammed kitchen my mixed feelings got even mixer. Kids were loving this cooking project, their hands and clothes filthy with foods they couldn't even name. Tom and Brian were pouring wine in glasses and drinking a lot of it and Lynn was in charge and having a great time.
"Hi, Isa... took ya forever" she called at me, "got a ponytail? My hair seems to have a life of it's own! I'm having a hard time getting it out of the food here..."
"Uh, sure... ". I checked my kitchen drawer were left over batteries, dry cleaning receipts, old coupons, clips, keys to nowhere, dry pens and rubberbands coexist and frantically looked for a ponytail. Surprisingly, I found one. As I handed it to Lynn she asked me to fasten it myself since both her hands were busy turning carrots and onions into an impeccable julienne. So here I was, nervously fondling with her luscious cascade of dark red hair that smelled of cranberries and spices, wanting to get lost in it's feel and smell forever. I took my time and Lynn noticed, half turned and winked. I automatically checked on Tom, but he was discussing Iraq or something with Brian on their way to the porch.
Finally, I settled the kids in the kitchen table and followed Lynn as she taught me how to properly slice mangoes. In doing so, she made sure to brush her skin to mine on a very frequent basis- which made me quite jumpy. I must had been doing a lousy job 'cause at some point she stood closely behind me, her firm breasts pressed on my back, strong arms and hands around mine as she showed me the moves to slicing and dicing in what I perceived as an erotic dance of hip rythms. At the same time she gave directions in her raspy voice breathing into my left ear. Man! Was I turned on! I so wanted to turn my face and kiss that woman!
Dinner was good, I think, but far from the most memorable moment of the night. We had homemade corn and avocado chowder, bbqued salmon filet, mesclun with green mangoes and sesame seeds, and something else sweet I can't recall. Great food, ok wine, fine conversation, a little flirting, lots of interruptions from my little girl, and poor Steve, my son, fell asleep before dessert.
Lynn and I sat across each other and made frequent eye, occasional leg contact. A few times she used her full dark red lips and tongue in a teasing manner that had me all hot and wet... and embarrassed! Hey, remember I'm having dinner with my family here! Truth is I could hardly take my eyes from her or concentrate much on my food. She noticed and seemed to enjoy my infatuation.
The guys cleared the table while I put my children to sleep. Once I was done I helped out with the remaining dirty dishes and Lynn dried 'em up. Brian had brought a couple cuban cigars and so they found the perfect excuse to leave the women in the kitchen.
Once alone I complimented Lynn on her cooking.
"I'm glad you liked it" she answered, "but I shouldn't get all the credit. Had great teammates!" she came closer. "You have a great family, Lynn. Thank's for sharing it and allowing me to do this for you."
"Anytime, girl... you were fantastic!", as I nervously poured the rest of the wine into our glasses.
"And you've seen nothing, sweetie!" Lynn laughed at her own comment while lingering a bit too long on my hand as she took the glass. "I'm stuffed... would you like to take a walk or something? I think I ate too much".
"Yeah, I think I'd like that", I said, probably too fast. "Guys! We're going for a walk!"
9:17pm
So here I was, walking lazily in the chilly night through the almost deserted streets of my quiet residential area, glass of wine in one hand, cigarrette in the other. Next to me, sharing the cigarrette, a gorgeous woman I'd just met the day before, but that somewhat felt as if we'd been close for a long time. Conversation flowed easily from our childhood to our jobs to our failed efforts to quit smoking, to our dreams to our... oh, man! Without warning she clung to my arm and sorta cuddled.
"It is cold... I guess I'm getting too used to that California weather".
Lynn must have sensed my start 'cause she stopped and looked me straight in the eye.
"Are you ok?"
"I'm... I'm... yeah, I guess... I'm cold too... and sorta holding hands with you here." I answered stupidily.
"And is that ok?" Now her hazel eyes were burning mine.
I took my time, "Yes... it is ok..."
Now we locked hands.... and walked in silence a little while. To my surprise I felt quite comfortable. As we approached the playground Lynn let her glorious hair lose then led me by the hand to a discrete spot under the tallest tree, the one with the old tree house (more of a platform), and she pinned me against the trunk. She took my hair and then my face in her gentle hands and eventually talked to me in that velvety whisper of hers.
"Isa, I'm not sure what's happening here or how you'll take this, but I think I'm falling for you".
You're... what? I opened my mouth but not a sound came out. Instantly Lynn softly kissed all those words that weren't spoken. She pressed her beautiful, sensuous lips on mine and ever so softly parted them with the wet tip of her tongue. She tasted of wine and fruit and I just wanted to drown in all her flavors... in the softness of this woman's spell.
And I did for some time, just until we were startled by a neighbor's car passing by. We giggled just like caught teenagers and it occured to me we should climb up to the tree house in search of a little privacy. Lynn loved the idea and up we went, she with her feline moves, wine glasses and all, me in a more athletic manner, both laughing our butts off. We drank a little more and kissed a lot more. I, whom am obsessed with time, lost track of it. We just enjoyed each other's mouths, wanting lips, insatiable tongues, and earlobes, neck, jawline and eyes and mouth again for a loooong time probing, teasing, tasting, exploring... melting. Lynn started to unzip my jacket and as her hand barely brushed my rock hard nipple through the fabric of my sweater I jerked. That annoying voice that keeps giving advise inside my head was shouting now.
"Are you ok, honey?", she whispered as we were still very close to each other.
"Actually, ummm, I'm confused, Lynn", my body language saying quite the opposite.
"You didn't act confused at all a few minutes ago", she replied, taking a strand of my hair between her fingers, caressing it, taking in its scent while looking teasingly into my eyes, "what's wrong? Did I make you do anything you did't want to?"
"See? That's exactly what's wrong..." I was embarrassed, "it felt so... right. Lynn I never thought I could be... uh... this close to a woman." I touched her face ever so lightly, she kissed my fingertips.
"And we can get a lot closer if you feel like it, baby. Oh, god, you're so hot."
"How come? See? That I don't get! You're this gorgeous tv star that people love to please and you like me? Complicated me? Married me? Why?"
"'Cause..."
"Plus we only met yesterday!!! How did this happen?"
"That I don't know. It just did. And to try to answer all your questions, well... I really like that you're not trying to impress me, and I like you 'cause you're smart, 'cause with you what you see is what you get, 'cause I'm a fool for tan skinned- blue eyed people, 'cause you're gorgeous, 'cause I love your sense of humor, but most of all 'cause I really like the person I am when I'm with you..." She held my hand lovingly and kissed it. "And I'm just an actress, not a tv star."
"It's a matter of time, though." An intimate silence took over as we stared at the starred night very close to each other, holding hands, lost in thought. "Lynn, are you acting right now?"
"Huh? Me? Acting?... how dare you!!!" she laughed. "Hon, wish I were this great an actress!"
"Is this seducing unexpecting women something you do often? Are you a lesbian?"
"Well, yeah, I probably am... let's put it this way, I recently discovered I love women and hate labels. It's not like I'm that experienced either... I've had my fair amount of male lovers, good, bad and worse, and the tabloid kind too... but only a few female. One turned into a two month weird relationship that ended sourly about three months ago. The others were an exploration type of thing not meant to last. So, as much as I'm attracted to women, I've never had a significant healthy relationship with one... or had never before seduced one for that matter. Up until now I've been the passive half."
"Why change?"
"'Cause... I would've hated myself if I'd let you go"
I felt her arm embracing my shoulders, her getting closer and her warmth enveloping my trembling body.
After another long silence, "Will you let this be?", she asked."'cause as much as I want you liking it I need to be sure that you want it too."
"I know... you deserve as much... but you know, there's Tom and the kids and..." I exhaled then turned to her, "oh, Lynn, I never knew this could feel so fine, girl, and that's what scares me the most."
"And that's ok, Isa, I'm not asking for anything other than what feels right... right here right now is fair enough and all we've got ".
Now my lips found hers and we melted into each other's embrace and kisses one more time before walking back home hand in amazingly soft hand.
Day 3 2:35 am
It was pitch dark. Tom was snoring relentlessly next to me, as he does every time he has more than three drinks. I couldn't sleep so I walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Laying on top of the kitchen table was my cell phone and I realized I hadn't turned it off. As I was about to the icon on the screen catched my eye. Sure enough it was a message from Lynn.
"Krispy Kremes @ 8:30, FireHouse".
I was totally dissapointed since I had an early class to teach on the opposite side of town, so I answered back:
"Sorry! Can't make it. Class @ 9". I waited a short while for her response, but since it was almost 3am I was sure she wouldn't get it until later. Wrong. Incoming message: "Still up? Cool! Just tell me when's ok and I'll make it. Need to b w u. Gotta leave sooner 4 shoot, Sat am." That was day after tomorrow, two days before her planned departure. My impulsive response: "Let's do it. I'll call in sick". I still don't know where on earth that came from. Up until now I'd been extremely responsible in all of my jobs and had never taken a day off but for legitimate reasons. But at this point spending whatever little time I had left with Lynn sounded pretty legitimate to me.
Day 3 7:00 am. or so
Didn't get much sleep. Once again in the hot shower I pondered about the unexpected turns of my, until now, predictable life. Last night I'd been as intimate with a woman as can be in a public place without getting arrested. And though I thought I should be feeling some sort of guilt, truth was I'd never felt lighter and happier... and sexier. As I lathered up with my sea sponge and abundant citrus gel the thought of Lynn, her beauty, her lips, her voice, her hair, the straight up way in which she drank life, her energy, her body... gave me the shivers. I started fondling with my already hardenned nipples in a slow deliberate motion (they were so tight it almost hurt), sending electric pulses to my pussy... At the same time my left hand circled my navel and kept going down, massaging my neatly trimmed bush, all the way to my hairless lower lips, which were already dripping wet and not just because of the running water. My clit throbbed as if it was about to burst, hard and alert, begging for all the attention and relief my fingers could give... and did they! Oh, man! I was so aroused that after just a little stimulation I quickly brought myself to an orgasm. (Gotta say that I orgasm primarily with oral sex and it takes a long, loving time to get me there! That's how horny I was...) I felt breathless for a few seconds. And quite surprised when I realized Tom was watching and smiling.
"Hey! What are you doing?" I asked defensively.
"Making the best detour ever... I thought I'd left my car keys in here... guess not..." he stared, "All this time I thought you weren't into morning sex", was his wiseass remark. "Save some for later, will ya?"
"Well, yeah... sure..."
It took me a little while to recover after he left. Got out of the shower, oiled my body up, pat dried and felt like a goddess again.
I actually felt so sexy that decided to wear no underwear. My jeans rubbing against my crotch felt heavenly. All this anticipation to be with Lynn again was killing me. I dropped the kids in school and then headed to the theater. We decided to keep that meeting spot 'cause it was private yet not totally. At this point I wasn't sure what to expect from her or from me when she was around... and having a family didn't look like a big enough obstacle at the time to keep me away from her.
I stopped at a gourmet coffee place and bought some freshly grounded Colombian roasted coffee beans (that taste like my childhood) and chocolate covered orange peels, and went straight to the theater. The door was uncharacteristically unlocked and it opened with a creak. I stepped in and shut it behind me. Lights were off. I called Lynn and Brian to no avail. Then I walked down to the dressing rooms, still no answer. Finally, I heard some sensuous flamenco (gypsy Spanish) music we were considering for our next production filling the air and a faint glow of light coming from the stage. Intrigued, I walked quietly to avoid being heard and when I arrived backstage I realized my six years' experience in the dramatic arts hadn't prepared me for this... I was simply perplexed at what I saw...
End of part two.
Sorry to keep you waiting for so long. Juicy Part three will be coming soon. I already have the first draft, but it doesn't make justice to what really happened that day at the Firehouse. Please be patient, promise I'll be back. Thanks to all for the positive feedback. Any suggestions? As always you can contact me at: bichi67@yahoo.com