Unlikely Love Pt. 06

While polite, that message told me she wanted to be left alone, not like never-talk-to-me-again, but more like asking me to wait for her to reach out instead of intruding on her in her time of pain. I both understood and resented it, and I resolved to respect her wishes, even at the expense of my own feelings. That's what friends do, right? Put the other person before themselves.

Lots of silence and anguish filled my life in the weeks that followed. Periodically I would get texts from Elena, but never once did she ask to see me or even talk with me over the phone. That did change one day when she called me one evening out of the blue, but it was not really a conversation, just the exchange of sterile niceties, and a generous amount of silence peppered with "ums" and "mm hmms." I hated how it sounded and how it felt and it just drove me deeper into a depression I worried would consume all of me. Eventually there was just more silence, and I thought I would never hear from her ever again.

That changed at about three in the afternoon on Thanksgiving day as I was doing the dishes after our less than stellar dinner. My father managed to bestow a few compliments on how i had taken hold of my own life, but not without a tray of criticisms that would have overflowed the platter the turkey had been on. My mother was running a plate of food over to one of our elderly neighbors, and my father was on the couch as we did the 'women's work.'

When my phone rang, I couldn't imagine who would be calling me on a holiday, unless it was some horrific work emergency of some kind. I grabbed it and walked out the back door between several molting elm trees, not even bothering to see who was calling. I almost answered it, and then panicked wondering if she was going to deliver a final farewell and never speak to me again. While I wrestled with what to do, the ringing stopped. Shit, I had waited too long, and now I worried that I blew it.

My fingers jumped into action and I clicked on the missed call immediately, freezing up for a second when she answered the phone. I defaulted to our usual greeting, saying, "Hey girl," in a rather flat tone. The second or two of silence seemed to just confirm my suspicions that she was about to cut off all contact, and I felt my stomach churning, which was bad considering how much I had eaten.

Then she said three words that I never expected, not the phrase of affection between couples, but in that moment something far more meaningful. "I miss you," she said, her voice full of emotion as she added, "I mean I really miss you, like in the worst way possible. I miss talking and laughing and just having fun together."

I was dumbfounded for a moment, my eyes filled with tears and I tried with all my might not to just start crying out loud hearing that. I took in a breath, and in a hideous sniffly voice said, "Oh my fucking gawd, Elena, you have no earthly cluw how much i missed you, how big a hole I had in my life... after, you know..."

Hearing that must have thrilled her, because her voice brightened instantly. "Well let's just forget all that crap, leave it behind and, well, just start over. Have fun together like we did before," she said almost too cheerily.

I giggled, one of the first times sincerely since everything had fallen apart. "I'd like that," I said, adding, "In fact I need that, it really shows me how much you mean to me, when you were... well... not there, not being around.."

Elena giggled in response. "Well why don't we change that right now?" she said.

I rolled my eyes knowing the judgmental comments I would have to endure if I told my father that I was leaving right after Thanksgiving dinner. No, that would create all sorts of problems for me, despite feeling so eager to reconcile with Elena.

"Well I would love to, but I'm at my folks and pretty sure I would catch hell if I just left," I said, trying not to sound like I was disinterested.

"No no, silly one. Tomorrow. My house. I hate Black Friday but I do start decorating for Christmas," Elena said, laughing heartily.

"Oh really? " I responded, my ears perking up.

"Yes really. Now be over here at ten and we can get started," she answered.

"Nope, I'll be there at nine with two fistfuls of coffee in my hands, hun," I said, feeling a shiver pass through me.

"See you then, girl!" she shot back.

Well it looked like things were about to get better!

Elena

I got up at seven, earlier than I usually do on a holiday, full of anticipation about Tamara's coming over, since it was our first face to face encounter since halloween. Sensitive to the trappings of the party, I dressed in jeans and a zip-up top that I made sure looked discreet. I wanted her comfortable, not fearing a repeat of what drove us apart in the first place.

Probably due to our estrangement, she didn't let herself in as she had done so many times, but rang the bell. I pulled the door open, seeing her broad smile, smiling back and then feeling her wrap her arms around me and pulled me into a big bear hug that caught me off guard. This was where things had gotten strange last time, but for a moment I drank in the sensations of her body on mine, her kiss on my cheek, and the smell of her perfume.

Once Tamara pulled back, I was intrigued by the expression on her face, which was virtually glowing, not with desire but with sheer adoration, if not love. Love that I knew was friendship but love just the same. "Thanks for this, I have missed you fiercely!" she said, shedding her coat and stepping inside.

Her outfit was equally practical and conservative, faded blue jeans and a black top that showed skin but not her cleavage, tied up on a clasp on her shoulder. There was nothing overtly sexy about the way she was dressed, but I felt the pull towards her again, pushing it from my head.

Within minutes we were laughing and joking like nothing had ever happened, hanging bows and decorations almost as if it was our own house and not just mine, downing the coffee that she had brought, forcing me to make more. It took several hours to finish up the interior, and then we moved on to the outside, which took about an hour more.

Tamara was teasing me about hanging some of the lights crooked when we came back in, and I wanted to slap her on the ass as I had done before, but chose not to. As she headed to the kitchen to refill her coffee, she looked up above the arch that led from the main room. "Mistletoe, huh?" she said with a giggle.

I winced, hoping it didn't seem like I was trying to get her in a compromising situation, "No, no no, girl, I had that up days ago," I said in a tone of warning.

Tamara burst into laughter. "Oh suuuure, are you telling me you don't use it to get a lip lock on some poor unsuspecting straight girl?" she said with a wink.

I tried to think of something clever to deflect the comment even though I found it entertaining. "Nope, not me, that's Lena's trick, and I don't try to trick anybody." I said, meaning it.

"Oh I know that, I was just giving you shit that's all," she said, almost howling with laughter.

"Fine, fine, smartass. Never resorted to cheap entrapment. Everything above board, consensual, and the whole lot. Besides, it's just a kiss, that's all," I said.

Tamara looked up at it. "Yeah that seems pretty harmless," she muttered, then looked down at me. "Even for a straight girl."

I felt alarm bells in my head, this was the spot where things went off the rails last time, not exactly but close enough.

"Ok, just one kiss then. No more and certainly nothing else," Tamara said, standing under the sprig.

My mouth dropped open. "No, no, this is how things got fucked up last time, hun."

"I was buzzed and got caught up in the moment. Right now I am stone cold sober and the only buzz I have is from coffee."

Fuck, was she serious? "No, I don't..." I began.

"Want to kiss me?" Tamara said.

Bravo, she had managed to back me into a corner. If I said yes I ran the risk of just chasing her off all over again, and if I said no I would be a liar and she would call me on it, guaranteed. "I... didn't say that... I... I... just..."

Tamara stuck her tongue out. "Something to cross off my bucket list. And hmmmm maybe an early Christmas present. Just one kiss, that's all and a nice sweet one at that, nothing more."

I was in a position where I felt I couldn't say no, but fearful of losing my best friend once and for all. I reluctantly moved closer, shaking my head. "Just one."

"Just one," Tamara echoed.

She looked as gorgeous and sexy as ever, hair and makeup perfect, realizing in that moment that she had made herself up for me. I brought my face close to hers, looking into her eyes, watching her lip quiver. "Just... one... kiss..." I said, slipping my hand behind her neck and pulling her lips to mine.

I felt an enormous rush as I gave my straight best friend the first lesbian kiss of her life, which she immediately gave in to, no resistance, no hesitation, she was all in. I gently massaged my lips with hers, keeping my mouth closed, careful not to trespass, sticking to the terms of the agreement.

Her lips moved against mine, and they tasted more amazing than I had imagined. Tamara was kissing me back, not a friendly kiss or peck but without a doubt a lover's kiss. My desire for her surged, but I still managed to control myself and broke the soft kiss after a few moments.

Tamara gasped. "Oh... gawd..." as I pulled back, but made no motion to pull away herself, keeping our lips hovering almost against each other. Her eyes were locked with mine, and filled with desire, desire that I never expected to see.

It felt like we were being pulled into one another, but we both kept our distance, albeit a tiny distance. "You... ok? Just... one..." I gasped, but aching to show her just how mind blowing kissing another woman could be.

"Just... one... more... please," she said, as if pleading me to throw caution to the wind.

I covered her lips with mine, this kiss more insistent and passionate but still as sweet, and I heard her moan as she returned the kiss with equal desire. We had crossed a line now, we were making out, and neither of us had any desire to stop. "Lips... making... love," she gasped between wet kisses.

Unexpectedly, I felt Tamara part her lips and offer me her tongue, meeting it with mine in a gentle erotic dance that revealed the depth of her desire. Straight or not, she was giving herself to me, and unless she stopped and ran off I was going to bring her to my bed and make love to her with a passion I was certain she never knew existed. Her body pressed into mine, much like it had during our dance, in fact it felt like a continuation, or what should have happened, what we both needed to happen.

I desperately wanted to touch her, needed to touch her, but remembered her reaction last time, and this was something new to her. This was a sapphic sexual dance now, and I was leading and guiding Tamara, and I knew I needed to be slow and gentle. I knew she loved kissing, and gawd she could kiss, her lips tasted warm and sweet and I was all too happy to indulge in that as long as she wanted.

Tamara began squirming as our kissing continued, this was much further than things had gone before, and it felt like she had surrendered to the desire wholeheartedly, her doubts and fears completely discarded. I turned her head slightly to one side and began peppering kisses along her jaw line, making her body shiver as a deep moan escaped her perfect lips.

"Oh my gawwwwd, Elena," she gasped, her hands on my hips, pulling me harder against her.

"Feel good? You ok?" I said, kissing my way down to her neck. Hearing her moan my name that way thrilled me a thousand times more than I could have ever anticipated.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Tamara moaned loudly.

"Mmmmmm good," I said as my lips touched her neck, knowing first hand how mind-blowing kissing that spot on a woman's body could be. I kissed softly at first, then more insistently, but sensually and not aggressively. This lovely creature had been used by so many men in her life, and I wanted her to feel adored, even worshiped. I was going to worship every inch of her skin with my lips and tongue, giving her the kind of pleasure that she deserved.

"Ohhhhhh that feels... fucking amazing. Gawd, please don't stop," Tamara groaned, clutching me almost in desperation, grinding her body into mine.

"Never," I gasped as I plastered another deep kiss against her neck. I could tell Tamara was ready for me to touch her, but I still wanted to give her a chance to slow things down in case she started having second thoughts. Given the reactions of her body and the sounds she was making, it was unlikely, but I wanted the choice to be hers, not mine. Patience was key, this kind of lovemaking would change her forever, and I knew how to respect that. I had been with several straight women over the years, and every experience was different, but in every case where things progressed, they crossed a threshold into a new world. My world.

As I bit Tamara's neck, her back arched and she moaned in the sexiest way I had ever heard a woman do, signaling that there was no turning back. She was mine now, but I still wanted to stretch the foreplay out as long as possible. "Feeling good, love?" I whispered as I nipped her skin a second time.

Tamara was so turned on in that moment that she apparently couldn't form words, and just nodded. I smiled as I continued kissing her neck again, eliciting more moans.

"This is how women make love, my sweet Tamara, long and slow and sensual, making sure that it's all about your pleasure," I purred.

She squealed as I nibbled at her neck, just below her ear. I could tell she found the whispering to be a huge turn on, so I continued doing it. "I am in love with you, baby. Have been for a long while now. Wanted this to happen more than anything, wanted you."

"Oh fuck, Elena, I am yours. Been yours longer than I even realized. Losing... you... helped me... discover... that.

Tamara trembled, almost violently.

"Yes, baby, you are mine now. You... belong... to... me," I gasped as I bit gently into her neck, slipping my hand over her breast, "Every... inch... of... you... body... and... soul."

"Yes... all yours," she gasped. That statement removed any doubt as to her feelings, nothing was going to stop this now. I began slowly caressing her breast, feeling her body move in response, matching the rhythm perfectly.

I cupped her face with my free hand, pressing several soft kisses on her lips before looking her right in the eye. "We can stay... here... or..." I said, letting her complete the sentence.

"...go to your bed. Where you want me. Where you have always wanted me," Tamara said firmly.

Part of me wanted to just reach for her hand to lead her, but I wanted to communicate intimacy more than just a sheer desire to engage with her sexually, so I slid my hand around her waist and pulled her along gently. "Please," I said softly, wanting to reinforce that this was her choice and not simply my idea. Tamara nodded, her face flush with desire, and we slowly began moving towards the stairway. She leaned her head on my shoulder as we shuffled up the steps one at a time. Once inside, I slowly sat Tamara on the bed, still standing and looking down at her. There were so many ways I could go about this, ranging from mildly aggressive to excruciatingly slow and teasing. As with so many other things in my life, I just followed my instincts.

Sitting next to her, I cupped her face with my hand and leaned in to kiss her again, feeling her part her lips and slip her tongue slowly in my mouth. Feeling playful, I wrapped my lips around her tongue and began sucking on it, sliding my hand beneath her top, caressing her waist with my thumb. I felt her shudder and out of the corner of my eye watched her legs part ever so slightly. As my lips continued my work on her tongue, my hand caressed upwards, lifting her top ever so slowly so as not to startle her. I released the kiss and slowly pulled her top up and over her head, making certain that it fell to the floor.

I smiled as I saw the black lace bra that hugged her breasts, drawing my eyes to the supple curves, which I knew were aching for my touch. Planting a wet kiss on her lips, I put my fingers over her left strap and inched it towards her shoulder, biting and kissing the skin, making Tamara writhe.

"Oh... Elena... fuck me," she blurted out.

Pushing the bra strap further, I giggled softly. "Oh really now, you sure?" I said teasingly, pushing it off her shoulder now, and attending to the other.

"Yes pleaseeeeee," Tamara hissed.

Oh damn this was getting good, I wanted to tease her more though. "Asking a lesbian to fuck you? Straight girl wants to be tasted?" I purred.

"Fuck... yes... please..." Tamara whimpered.

I unhooked her bra and also tossed it to the floor, leaning back to look at her breasts, jutting up at me, nipples hard, marveling at how exceptional they were. "My gawd your breasts are gorgeous. I must confess I wanted to do this even that night we met," I said, my hands cupping them gently, and then guiding her body to lay face up on the bed.

She moaned as I kissed between them, licking the skin and cupping them again. I gently unzipped her jeans, and she wriggled out of them aggressively, leaving her body in nothing but an amazing but tasteful black lace thong that hinted at what lay beneath, from every indication a bare pussy. I dipped my finger under the elastic of the waist and watched as Tamara parted her legs for me, nodding, gasping "Gawd... yes..." Without stopping, I tugged her panties off with my free hand, not wanting anything to slow things down.

As I slid my hand slowly down towards her sexual center, I continued my oral loving of her breasts, timing the moment where both my fingers touched her wetness and my lips encircled her nipple. Tamara's body lurched passionately, har hand cradling my head as if urging me on. I needed no invitation but was pleased all the more, knowing in that moment that my stimulation of her body was in perfect synchronization. Her reactions told me that she had never felt anything even remotely like this before, and that she was hopelessly addicted to it now.

Nothing could stop this now, we were both given completely over to the passion, surrendered to the hunger, and she was primed at any second to have the most explosive mind-bending orgasm of her entire life. My two fingers found her petite clit, and I increased my sucking motions as I massaged her, eventually sliding my fingers inside and letting my thumb take over the stimulation of her center.

As I felt her climax build, my lips left her breasts and returned to her neck. "That's it, baby, give in, cum for me, cum for your lover," I gasped, still fingering her gently but firmly. Tamara's back arched as the orgasm took her, pulling me against her as if she was worried I might disappear, gasping my name again and again, trembling and eventually sinking back into the bed.

One lesson I wanted Tamara to never forget was how simple multiple orgasms were with another woman, so as she was recovering, I moved between her legs and cradled her ass, blowing on her pussy and then breathing in her intoxicating scent. "My Tamara," I said aloud as I buried my face between her legs.

"Oh... my.. .fucking... g..." she started to say as she felt my expert tongue invade her, though she failed to finish the sentence. This was the moment I had longed for, tasting her pussy, drinking in her sexy taste, and her reveling in me doing it. I gave her no mercy as I gently consumed her, feeling a second orgasm quickly build and crash over her, and then a third. Tamara's last orgam felt like it had shattered her, with her screams, unintelligible moans, and her fingers yanking at my hair. I had experienced my share of great lovers, but this time was more intimate, more intense, more touching, and infinitely more pleasurable than any I could remember. I hoped it felt the same way to her as well.