This story is purely a work of fiction and therefore any resemblences to real people are not intented. The story contains sexual acts between women, if this type of content offends you or you are underage, please do not read it.
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I was sitting at the table, not really knowing what to do with myself. Everyone there was talking, idle chitchat. They seemed to be having a good time. My two best friends and the best couple I know, Deb and Jen, in the center. They got this little group together. A group of friends that they had met through work or the many political groups and such that they're involved in. They met me through school. I was a student where Deb was teaching at a local college. In the mix of all the conversation and liveliness all I can look at is her. Jen's friend, Caroline. There was something about her that just completely rendered me speechless. She was a masterpiece of a woman if I ever saw one. She was everything a perfect woman should be in my eyes. Long, silky, slightly curly brown hair framed her oval face. Dark, almost black almond eyes that seemed to create a sense of calm with everything. Full, heart-shaped lips over finely chisled teeth. She was a beautiful, italian ancestored Madonna(speaking of The Virgin, not the cheeky, over-sexed pop star).
A voice in my direction snapped me back from my thoughts. I focused my eyes and mind back on the group, whom were all staring at me. "What do you think?" Jen asked. Deb voiced her opinion that I was obviously off in my own world again, which I do often. "She 's brilliant but she barely passed my class with that imagination of hers!" I blushed slightly. I'm a bit shy in bigger groups without the assistance of a few drinks in me. Jen repeated her question I had missed. "What do you think about us all finishing this up at our place?" I told her that I had some papers to finish up before I could really relax so I thought I was going to go back to my house and work on them. I wanted to get away from the group so I wouldn't be tempted to offer Caroline my soul on a platter. We all grabbed our jackets and headed for the door of the restaurant. I said my goodbyes and regrets for leaving so soon and got into my car and headed home.
I walked into the house, put my keys in the tray, made some coffee and dropped myself in my desk chair. I lit up a cigarette and sat back, reflecting on the evening. I haven't been taken with a woman like that for some time. I've had my share of relationships and flings. However, they were all with women whose age could have been determind to be twelve. Therefore, my mind set on dating has been negative since then.
Perhaps I should explain a little about myself. My name is Casey. I'm a twenty-one year old psych major. I've been compared to a fourteen year old boy more often than I can count. I can see where the mistake could be made. I have short, thick blond hair, green eyes, and a five foot three slim frame. But, I figure, atleast I'm a damn pretty boy. I fell in love with the human mind at an early age. Probably due from growing up in a small town where everyone is completely insane. I've always been a mixture of shy and extremely sarcastic. Due to this fact, the majority of my life is spent in books. Now, don't go thinking I'm so weird, twisted loner. While I do prefer to be alone I do not discredit friends and the company of others. I'm just picky about my "others". I love my friends to be independant, creative, humerous, intelligent, and have a sense of basic manners. This is also what I require in girlfriends. However, this is not what I attract in female form. I attract loud, abrasive, self oriented rough necks. So, for this fact I dropped out of the dating world. But, what am I doing rambling like this? Get me talking and I can't even hear the phone ringing.
"Hello?"
"Case? It's Jen. Did you have a good time tonight? Good. Deb and I had such a good time we want to have a little get together here this weekend. We would like you to come."
"okay, I have some things to finish up but I'm sure I'll be able to make it."
"Great! We'll see you at 6ish?"
"That sounds good. I'll be there. Bye"
"Bye."
Great. Those two are always doing something. I love them both but they're social butterflies. They know everyone everywhere. Gay, straight, purple, blue, if doesn't matter. They know them and they're friends. They're dead set on "prying me from my shell". I rather like my shell thank you very much.
But enough of my jabber. I have some papers to finish.
on to the weekend
I never know what to wear to social functions. Should I dress up? Dress down? Casual? Pseudo-casual? More often than not I opt for a polo and some jeans or khakis. Tonight, I went for a white polo, flat front khakis, a brown belt and brown casual shoes. My fashion tendencies lean toward gay male chic. I've pondered this and realized it's due to over exposure to gay men. Which rack up most of my friends catagory. I love gay men. I can't help it. They have style, grace and humor. Not to mention unchallenged fashion sense. I also give credit to my mother for my gay man tendancies. My youth was spent joining my mother in chorus' of showtunes and dances from the delightful "Hello Dolly" to undeniably fabulous "Annie Get Your Gun". If I wasn't destined to be a fag, I don't know who was.
I stood infront of the mirror for a last look. Decided everything was as good as it was going to get, grabbed my keys and headed out.
Another one of my gay male luxeries is my car. I scrimted and saved to have enough to get the car I've always fancied. My pride and joy and love of my life is my 1995 BMW 3 series sedan. In your basic Jet Black, of course. If it was ever possible for me to get aroused by anything, it's this car. Tanned leather interior, soft as butter. And a sound system worthy enough to ride along and listen to my broad aray of music from Ludacris to Liza Minelli. If I am anal about nothing else, it is my car. I wash, wax, and clean it every weekend, religiously. So this I guess, could sum up my life. Books, work, and car. Don't be so hasty in judgement. I'm not as dreary as I sound.
I arrive at Deb and Jen's at 6:30 (fashionably late) and walk to the door with my bottle of wine. My mother always said, you never go to someone's house without something to add to the occassion. I think it's a wonderful rule more people should follow. Jen answers the door with glass of wine in hand. Which is something I love about her. Jen is never complete without a glass of wine. She's not a drunk. She's an "appreciator of fine wine". I know the difference can be fuzzy.
"Hey girl! Come on in"
"Thanks, I brought you some bottle or another."
"Awww thanks, but you didn't have to. If I didn't know any better I'd start to think you were calling me an alcoholic." She says with a laugh and a wink at me. "Just go make yourself comfortable. I think you've met everyone here. Deb's firing up the grill, so go mingle until everything's ready."
I wandered through the crowd for a little bit. Talking to this person and that. But, after a while I started doing my usual routine of sinking into the background. So I went out to the side deck on the house and lit up a cigarette. It's a horrible habit, really. But I started when very young. When you're under the impression that you're immortal and nothing can hurt you. And now I find that I can't stop. But, all in all, my habit makes me happy.
"Enjoying the party?"
The sudden presence of a voice made me jump.
"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."
It was Caroline. The beautiful olive skinned goddess I've been dreaming about the entire week.
"No, no. It's alright. Yes, the party's nice. But, after being to so many of Deb and Jen's parties they all seem to run together. Are you enjoying yourself?
"Yes, everyone's so nice. Deb and Jen are so nice. They're the first friends I've made since I've moved here."
"How long have you been here?" I asked. Not really concetrating on the question. Just focusing on those eyes.
"Not quite a year yet. I moved here from Massachuset." She said, with an easy smile. Not quite showing all of her teeth.
"Oh, I hear it's nice there. What on earth made you decide to move to our small little nest here?"
"I received a very good offer from a firm here. They kind of made it worth my wile to come."
"What do you do?"
"I'm a Divorce lawyer."
"Wow. That would be a trial. No pun intended."
She laughed airy and low. "Yes, but I look at it this way. I get all the experiance of a marriage without half of my possessions being taken away and none of the bullshit."
"That's a good way to look at things." I reply with my best attempt at a charming smirk.
She kept up conversation, telling me about herself. Her family, school, little things. But I have to confess I wasn't listening. I was focusing on her. Her style was timeless. She had her chestnut hair up in a loose bun. Showing off her lovely face and a long neck. She was shorter than me by two inches. A tight, firm body was caressed in a light pink button up shirt. Sleeves rolled to the elbows and khaki pants with the flair bottoms with her feet in a cute pair of sandals. I thought it was a bit chilly for sandals. But she didn't seem cold and it worked so well with the outfit. She wore very little make-up. Which I found very appealing. I love a woman that appreciates her natural beauty instead of trying to hide behind a mask that costs God knows how much.
I was brought back again by the tone of a question.
"So tell me about you. I've been sitting here rambling on about myself and haven't asked you a thing about you. I swear, my manners are getting atroshious. You're just so easy to open up to."
I laugh "I suppose that's a good thing since I'm studying to be a therapist. The easier it is for them to open up the more money I can charge them."
The comment rewarded me with a full smile. "So, why a therapist?"
"I don't know. I've always been interested in the human mind. Each one so different yet the same. I like learning what makes people tick."
"So, what can you tell about me, then?" She said with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.
Was she flirting? That would be too much luck for me. But it was a rather flirtacious comment.
"Well" I said. Studying her for a minute. "I see that you're beautiful and confident, yet, you seem to have a general concern and interest in others. And.."
All of the sudden Deb's voice carries out through the doors. "The food's ready!" . Caroline picks up her drink off of the deck railing and starts walking back in. She turns to me "Thank you for the free analisis. Maybe sometime we could get to know eachother better and you can make a more thourough one." She smiled that chesire cat grin and walked inside. I smiled to myself involuntarily, picked up my drink and cigarettes and followed.
I got some food on a plate and sat next to Jen. The food was some odd concauction Deb had gotten out of some cookbook or another. To tell you the truth I was a bit afraid to eat it. But, that's the way it is with all of Deb's cooking. I lean over to Jen.
"What is this?"
"I'm really not sure...some tangerine chicken recipe Deb got off of some web site. I love her, but one day this odd cooking of hers is going to kill me. So, what were you and Caroline talking about?" She asked with a smile and a wink.
"Oh, this and that. Just idle conversation, really."
"awww come on. I see that look on your face. You like her. And, you'll be happy to know she's gay and available. If you ask me though, she looks like a woman-eater."
"That crossed my mind, but I think she's just confident and self assured. That does give off the vibe of cannibalism."
After the food and conversations came to an end everyone got ready to go. I stayed behind and helped Deb and Jen clean up and then headed out. On my drive back home I ran through my conversation with Caroline in my head. I mean, maybe it was just friendly flirting. People do that, right? The more I thought about it the more I could feel a headache coming on. So, I just decided to let it go. No use in getting my hopes up on another woman that would turn out to be a mistake. And then of course I'll get stuck in another relationship because I'm too nice, or stupid to tell someone no and hurt their feelings. I'm just going to stop thinking about her now and go on with my work.
A Few Weeks Later
I find these days I spend the majority of my time either in my car or in my study. Right now I'm in the car driving to school to turn in an essay. I've worked tooth and nail on this and now it's perfect. Atleast to me anyways. I hate these long drives in to school. I live about thirty seven miles away from my school. This is not by choice. It just so happens that generations ago someone in my family thought it would be a good idea to settle in the woodlands of Virginia. Imigrant logic, go figure. So I still live in this small town in my family's homestead with my mother and our two cats. I'm a womans dream. I know, you don't have to tell me.
I pull up to the school and drive into the student parking lot. My school is over 100 yrs old and it's been covered up by all of the construction and build up of the city. It is now located in "downtown". I didn't even think the city was big enough for a downtown. But it is, apparently. So now the school is forced into the middle of all of the other buildings, traffic, and hub bub of the big city. Large, historic white buildings are what make this college. It seems so serene in the mix of everything. Sort of like a haven from the outside world. I walk to my appropriate building and walk up the grand staircase leading to my professors room. Luckily, she happens to be in her office.
"Excuse me? Professor Grant. I'm here to hand in my essay."
"Oh, Casey, come in come in." She says.
I always love visiting with her. She's so sweet. She never says a harsh thing about anyone. You can be the worst student ever produced by human kind. And she will still see something good in you.
She skims my essay. Idly asking about my life.
"I see a few things that could be more powerful in this. But, otherwise, I'm very impressed, as usual." She smiles a warm smile at me.
We chat a little more about my essay. What I can do to make it stronger. And then I'm back out onto the gorgeous campus again. I'm reading over my essay where she marked some personal opinions in pen. I figured I may as well do them now since I have nothing more to occupy my time. I wander down to the coffee shop a few blocks down and order a cup of coffee and sit in the table in front of the window overlooking the street and the passersby. I love watching people. Seeing how they act in day to day life. It's like knowing a bunch of people without all of the drama that people tend to produce and lug around like carry-on bags.
As I'm sitting there watching people pass by, drinking my coffee, and smoking a cigarette, someone taps my shoulder. I start, and turn to see Caroline beaming down at me with a cup of coffee in hand.
"Hey there" She says with a grin.
"Hey yourself. What are you doing around here?"
"My practice is around the corner. So I come here to get away from things for a little bit."
"Well, if you have a little bit, would you like to sit down" I say, waving a hand over the chair across from me.
"I'd love to. I have some time before my next appointment."
We sat there talking some more. She asked about my essay and my studies. I asked her how her practice was going. About 45 minutes later she looked at her watch and said she had to get back. As she was standing up she paused.
"Would you like to walk with me back to my office?" I agreed and got up to follow her.
As we walked on onto the side walk and turned the corner Caroline was walking very close to me. Our shoulders and hands almost touching. She stopped and walked into a brown , painted pair of french style doors. I obediently followed like a puppy. A greeting was given to a woman I presumed to be the secretary and she held the door open to an office. I walked in and admired the office. To look so shabby from the outside it was really quite comfortable. Bookshelves lined most of the walls. Accompanied by a few nice paintings on Moss painted walls, and a huge cherry wood desk topped with a computer and covered in file folders and two comfy looking leather client chairs. She walked besided me and smiled.
"It's a bit of a mess. I'm slightly unorganized." She smiled sheepishly.
I laughed. "I know what you mean, I'm the same way with all of my research and papers. It's a wonder I can get anything done." There was a slight awkward pause. Neither of us seeming to know what to say. "You have a lovely office." I ventured.
"Thank you. It suites my purposes." She started straightening up her folders. After a few seconds she spoke again. "So, has Deb or Jen called you about their Fall celebration get together?"
"Not yet, but there's probably a message on my phone about it." I laughed lightly. "Are you going?"
She looked up from her papers. "I think so. Their parties are always fun. The people they know are wonderful." As she said this she smiled and looked at me deeply. I felt myself involuntarily shudder. "Will you be going?"
"Yes, they do seem to know everyone, don't they? I'll be there. They never allow me to miss a get together unless I'm dying. And even then I think they'd wheel me in on a stretcher so I could go "in style"."
A buzzer went off and a voice came through the speaker phone. "Miss De Luca...your 2 o'clock is here." She sighed and looked at me with a regretful smile. "I'm sorry to cut this short. But I'm hoping to see you at the party." She took my hand and shook it firmly, yet with a soft touch.
I smiled at her and wrapped my fingers around her hand, feeling the softness of it. "You'll definetly see me there. Thank you for the tour." and I found my way out and back onto the sidewalk.
When I reached my car and I checked my cell I had a voicemail. With perfect timing it was Jen telling me about their Fall party and insisting I come. Not to mention innocently slipping in that Caroline was coming. I swear, they never stop trying to set me up. They assume because they found their soulmate everyone else in the world is destined as well.
They've set the date of the party for two weeks. So, I can still work on my essay and not have to worry with it for awhile. Thank God.
The Evening of the Party
I stand in front of the mirror debating what to wear. So far I've gone through most of the pants and shirts I own. And still, nothing works. I finally decided on a pair of the fashionably "distressed" jeans that were low rise and boot cut and a pale pink polo shirt. I added a wide brown belt and some brown leather thong sandals. Next on my list was hair. Have you ever noticed that when you have someone to go with lots of people your hair never does what you want it to? My hair is Hitler. The ruler of the rest of my body. Or, attempting to take over the rest of it anyways. I finally managed to get it to the Jude Law "Alfie" style I usually go for and was mildly satisfied. I made sure I had keys, wallet, phone, and a tray of appetizers I bought earlier that day. And, I was off.
I arrived in my general timing. About fifteen minutes behind everyone else. I walked in and set the appetizers tray in the kitchen and kissed Deb on the cheek. She shoved a drink in my hand and said Jen was in the other room talking to someone and for me to just wander around and amuse myself.
I talked to a few people I've met before. Got reintroduced to a handful of people and eventually wandered off around the house seeing if Deb and Jen had changed anything. I ended up back on the deck smoking a cigarette and just waiting for the evening to be over.
"Do you spend all of your time out here?" A voice cooed from behind me.
I turned around to find Caroline standing there in a beautiful flowing print dress, sling back flats, her hair in loose curls.
"The majority of it. This is my part of Deb and Jen's house." I put on my best impression of an easy smile.
"I'm starting to think you're a bit of a loner." She walked up beside me and sat her drink down.
"And I'm starting to think you're Cat Woman. I never hear you coming."
This got the most radiant smile I've ever seen with slightly narrowed eyes.
"Well, I think it's a good thing you never hear me coming. I have a feeling if you did you'd run." She said with a smirk.
"And why would I run?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
She leaned easily against the deck rail and said "From what I've heard of you, you've seemed to have sworn off women like the plague."
I laughed, amused with her honesty. "The plague? No. The beginning of the Apocalypse ? Yes."
Her head flung back and she laughed loudly. Her long neck completely exposed. God, everything about her was gorgeous.
"Why this fear of women?" Now she was the one with the raised eyebrow and amused expression.
"Well, in my experiance, they've been more trouble than they're worth. I trust my research and my books, it's never fucked me over or been completely off it's rocker."
Her eyes connected with mine intently. "Perhaps, you haven't been looking at the right women."
Before I knew what happened she had me pushed against the deck railing. Her gorgeous full lips were pushed against mine, her tongue licking the lip space available to her. Those beautiful hands were tangled in my hair so I couldn't pull away. I went insane with passion for her. My tongue wrestled with her, my hands on her beautiful, soft face. I could feel the breath from her nose on my face. I flipped around and pushed her against the railing, putting my knee between her legs and pushing. She moaned in my mouth and gripped my hair tighter. My hands had moved down to her exquisit ass, caressing and pulling her further into me. My lips broke from hers and I kissed all across her face. Her cheeks, nose, eyes, forehead. I couldn't control myself. My kisses moved across her jaw down to her neck. I was thrusting against her and kissing, sucking, and licking every part of her neck I could reach. She tasted of vanilla. She pushed my head aside with hers and started exploring my neck with her lips and tongue. I moved my hand and placed in over her clit still pushing myself into her. She let out a low, guteral moan and bit my neck. I groaned against her and started rubbing against her furiously. In the mix of all this lust and passion with this gorgeous woman my mind suddenly came back to me and I pulled away from her. She looked at me curiously, longingly.
"I'm..I'm sorry" I stammered and ran into the house and throught the crowd, grabbed my coat and got in my car like it was sancuary in a church. I sat there and beat on the steering wheel. "Damn it Damn it Damn it!!!"