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Therese slammed the fridge door shut a little harder than she intended to. There was not a drop of alcohol to be found in the house – and she really needed a drink right now. Grabbing her wallet and phone from the kitchen counter, Therese headed out the front door, determined to find a bar that could help her forget the unpleasant evening. As she walked out on the streets, Therese pulled her thin cardigan tighter around her, wishing she had taken the time to change into a warmer top that could keep out the night chill. Reluctant to go back into the apartment, she set off down the pavement, hoping to find a bar before she froze to death. It’s a good thing I’m in jeans, Therese thought. As she sped up her pace, her mind drifted back to what had just happened.
The evening had started out just like any other, Richard had come over after work and they planned to stay in for a movie night. Halfway through the movie, he tried putting arm around her but Therese had shifted away, clearly adding some distance between them on the couch. Twenty minutes later he inched over to her again, this time leaning down to nuzzle her neck. Not wanting to hurt his feelings, Therese pushed him away gently, but her lack of strength was misunderstood as encouragement, and Richard’s lips were soon upon hers as he hungrily tried to push his tongue into her mouth. Therese’s reaction was instant as she shoved him off with all her might and leapt up from the couch they were both sitting on.
“Richard! I’m not in the mood!” she practically yelled at him
“Come on babe, it’s been so long! I really miss you,” Richard whined, still half lying on the couch that she had just vacated.
“I’m sorry Richard… I can’t just be ready whenever you feel like it. I’m… really not in the mood for this today.” Therese ran a hand through her hair in frustration.
“You’re never in the mood! It’s been what, six months since I last touched you! And even that time, it was over before anything even started!” Anger was creeping into his voice and Richard’s face started turning an ugly shade of red.
“Is sex really that important?” Therese fired back, feeling her own anger build up.
“Of course it is! Every couple does it, it’s a way of showing they love each other! And I love you, baby, so of course it’s important that I want to do it with you.”
“Well, then maybe I don’t love you as much as you love me.” Therese could feel the tension between them thicken to a point where it was almost tangible. She hadn’t meant for the words to slip out this way, even though she did mean what she had just said.
“What are you saying?” Richard asked, his eyes growing wide with fear.
“I’m just saying that maybe something just isn’t right between us. Maybe that’s why I never feel … in the mood to be with you. Maybe … things were never right to begin with.” Therese tried to soften the blow she was about to deal.
“Are you breaking up with me?” Disbelief rang clearly in Richard’s voice as she replied.
“Maybe ... I don’t know …” Therese stammered slightly before taking a deep breath and continued, “Yes, I think that is what I’m saying. I want to break up.”
Silence hung in the air as Richard stared at her, his eyes large and puppy-like, as though waiting for her to take back the words and assure him that it had just been uttered in a fit of anger. Therese felt her heart soften but she willed herself to remain firm. Setting her lips in determined line, she met his pleading gaze unflinchingly.
“You don’t mean that, baby. Come on, this is just a stupid fight. You’re not in the mood today, that’s fine. We don’t have to do anything. Let’s just finish the movie.” Richard’s voice now held no trace of anger that had been present merely seconds ago. He turned back to the television as though hoping that by not looking at Therese, she would simply comply and take her seat back next to him.
“No Richard, I’m not sweeping this under the carpet again. This isn’t the first time we’ve fought over this, don’t you feel it too? That maybe we are just better off … being friends?” Now it was Therese’s turn to plead.
“Is there someone else?”
“Wha--? Of course not! This is about us, no other reason!”
“You really want to break up? Right now? Over one silly fight and you want to throw away the two years that we’ve shared together?” Richard’s voice was starting to rise again, but Therese could see the hurt shining in his eyes.
“It’s not a silly fight, Richard.” Therese tried to explain once more but she knew that he was no longer listening.
“Fine! You’ll regret this, Therese. And when you do, and come running back to me, I might not want to take you back anymore.” His parting words were meant to hurt and they did.
Without a backward glance at her, Richard left the apartment, slamming the door loudly after him. By the time the echo died down, Therese had slammed the fridge door, failing to find the alcohol she needed to calm herself down.
Pulling herself out of her thoughts, Therese spotted a newly opened bar at the end of the street and hurried towards it. Choosing to sit at the end of the bar counter where she wouldn’t look out of place alone, Therese was thankful that the place seemed relatively quiet and had dim lights ready to hide her from prying eyes. The bartender was friendly enough, giving her a cheeky wink as he placed her drink on the coaster in front of her. Politely returning his smile, Therese took a long drink from her straw, enjoying the sweetness of her whiskey tonic and marvelling at the strength of the alcohol which had started to cause a slight burn down her throat. Ironically feeling steadier with alcohol now in hand, Therese started to access how she felt about what had just happened. Her relationship with Richard had lasted almost two years. To say that she didn’t feel anything from breaking up with him would be a lie; but if she was to be honest with herself, Therese knew that she had seen this coming for some time now. A year into their being together, Therese had started sensing how little in common they shared. Richard never understood her passion for photography, always referring to it as a hobby and endlessly pushing her to get a ‘proper job’, so they could get married and start a stable family. Needless to say, their ambitions and goals in life were completely different and Therese had no idea how to drill it into Richard’s head that settling down was not part of the plan for her yet.
Their fights had increased in recent months, almost always sparking from trivial matters, and other times, blowing up from instances similar to this evening. Therese had never quite enjoyed the physical contact they shared, but she had tolerated it at first seeing how much pleasure Richard seemed to gain from it. She even had herself convinced that sex was overrated and maybe she was just wired differently from other ladies and could not get satisfaction that way. But as time passed, she found herself resenting how warm Richard’s touch felt, cringing each time he tried to make a move, and feeling immense relief whenever he gave up trying. It slowly made her realize that this couldn’t be how things between a couple was supposed to be. She might have thought she loved Richard once, but either she had fallen off of the love wagon and left him on it, or she was never on it in the first place. Either way, despite the tinge of sadness at the hurt she caused, Therese was mostly relieved that things were finally over between them.
Lifting her glass for another sip, Therese was surprised to find it empty. She had been so deep in thought that she had actually finished her drink without tasting most of it. As she waited to get the bartender’s attention, Therese let her eyes wander around and properly take in her surroundings. She had been so keen to hide in the corner when she entered that she never noticed anyone else around.
Now as she scanned the room, she realized that there were only a handful of tables that were occupied. The establishment was too new to have carved out its own regular customers, and most of the customers that night looked like that had just wandered in randomly just as Therese had. A group of men sitting right by the entrance broke out into rowdy laughter every few minutes or so, but they were too far away to really bother her. Four tables of the remaining five were taken up by couples, all of them taking advantage of the low lighting to lean in close, whisper sweet nothings and allow a wandering hand or two to slip under the table. Therese looked away from these tables quickly, not wanting to be caught intruding into their privacy. As her eyes slid to the last occupied table in the other corner of the room, Therese felt her breath catch in her throat. She found herself staring at the most stunning woman she had ever laid eyes on. Dressed in a black fitting dress that contrasted against the paleness of her almost translucent skin, the woman had soft blonde curls that framed her face, and even her smallest actions seemed to exude allure and grace. Therese found herself instantly enraptured by this strange lady, watching her every move closely as though trying to commit it all to her memory. It was as though the lady could feel the intensity of her gaze, for her eyes suddenly lifted and Therese found herself staring into icy blue eyes that could shoot jolts of electricity through her body from across the room.
Play it cool, Belivet! Look away and just act as if you just happened to glance in her direction. Despite the warning in her head, Therese found her eyes magnetically drawn to the blonde and she simply was unable to tear away her gaze. God, I’m such an embarrassment! She’s going to think I’ve never seen a woman before! Therese thought to herself, although realizing that it was probably true that she never seen such a perfect woman before. After what felt like the most awkward staring battle, Therese thought she caught a slight lift at the corners of impeccably painted lips which caused her to hold her breath. The small smile grew into an almost cheeky grin as the strange blonde lifted the drink in her hand towards Therese in a silent toast. Butterflies fluttered in Therese’s tummy to have her presence acknowledged and she quickly returned the toast, forgetting that her glass was already empty. Realizing too late, she pretended to drain the remaining droplets in her glass, hoping that she was too far away for the beautiful blonde to realize she was basically drinking air. Lowering her glass, Therese’s heart plummeted as she noticed that her strange blonde was no longer alone. A well-dressed man was now standing in front of the table, effectively blocking the view she had been enjoying for the past ten minutes. I must have been stupid to think that such a gorgeous woman could possibly be here alone on a Friday night. Swallowing the disappointment that had welled up almost instantly, Therese turned her attention back to the bartender to get another drink. It’s not as if you would have done anything even if she had been alone. Therese scoffed at herself, pushing away the bitter taste of disappointment that somehow refused to leave her completely. Just as she finally managed to get the attention of the bartender, she thought she saw a flash of blonde out of the corner of her eye. Glancing over discreetly at the table again, she saw that the man had not moved, but instead of paying attention to him, the blonde had leaned back to catch Therese’s eye with a clear look of distress on her face. It was as though a light bulb went off in Therese’s head as she realized that the man was trying to pick up her gorgeous blonde and obviously wasn’t getting the hint that she wasn’t interested.
Quickly pouring half of her fresh drink into the used glass, Therese slipped out of her seat and headed across the bar with both glasses in her hands. As she approached the table, she could hear the annoying voice of the man who was still shamelessly pushing his luck.
“Are you sure we haven’t met before? You really look extremely familiar,” he drawled, barely noticing as Therese stepped around him to squeeze herself into the booth next to the blonde.
Reaching for courage she wasn’t sure she possessed, Therese held up one of her glasses to the blonde and after it was taken, draped her free hand casually on the woman’s thigh.
“Sorry darling, that took longer than expected.” Therese smiled sweetly, keeping her eyes on the woman before her. Her heart did a backflip when a returning smile was flashed at her. “Did you … meet someone you know?” she asked nonchalantly, inclining her chin ever so slightly, barely acknowledging the male presence to her left.
“Oh, no one I know, he was just …” The blonde’s beautiful eyes danced with mirth as she clearly tried to hold back her laughter.
“Leaving. I was just leaving. Been obviously barking up the wrong tree,” the gentleman cut in, quickly raising his hands up, palms forward, in a gesture of apology. “You’re one lucky lady.” His last comment was clearly directed at Therese before he turned back to rejoin his table with the rest of the guys she had noticed earlier.
Indeed I am, Therese thought smugly, wondering if the blonde realized that her hand was still resting somewhat possessively on her thigh.
“Thank you so much! That definitely did the trick in scaring him away.” The blonde had a low, almost musical voice and a contagious laugh which soon made Therese join her. “I’m Carol, by the way,” she continued, holding out her hand for Therese to shake.
Reluctantly taking her hand away from its warm spot on Carol’s legs, Therese held the soft hand and gave it a light squeeze.
“I’m Thesese.”
“Therese? Not Theresa? What an unusual name.” Therese loved hearing how her name rolled off Carol’s tongue, making it sound almost exotic.
“Yeah, it’s Czech. Most people don’t pronounce it right the first time, but you got it perfectly.” Therese hoped she wasn’t rambling.
“It’s lovely.” Carol gave her that warm smile again that sent tingles right down to her toes.
“I hope I didn’t cross a line there,” Therese started, gesturing at where her hand had been placed just seconds ago.
“Oh no no, you were brilliant and absolutely wonderful for coming to my rescue, I’m more than grateful for your help. In fact, let me buy you a drink as a proper thank you,” Carol insisted, calling for the attention of the waitress. “What would you like to have?”
“A whiskey and tonic please.”
“Good choice.” Carol gave her a quick wink before turning to the waitress again. “Can you make that two, please?”
“You like whiskey too?” Therese asked, groping for anything to keep the conversation going.
“I sure do, it’s sweet and easy to drink but has just the right amount of alcohol to give you that kick and slight burn,” Carol replied.
Therese nodded in full agreement.
“Feel free to have that first if you want. It’s also a whiskey and tonic,” Therese said, gesturing at the half filled glass that was still in Carol’s hand.
“Cheers.” Carol raised her glass, waiting for Therese to do the same.
Smiling up at her, Therese brought her glass up to clink with hers. As both glasses caught the light, Therese noticed a smudge of her lip gloss on the glass that Carol was holding. In her earlier haste, she must have given Carol her used glass instead of the new one she was supposed to.
“Oh sorry, I’ve already used that one. We can swap,” she said, reaching over to take it from Carol.
“I don’t mind,” Carol replied as she raised the glass out of her reach.
Therese could have sworn she saw a smirk on Carol’s face before the glass blocked her view and she felt the blood drain from her face as Carol’s lips pressed against the exact spot where her lip gloss marked the glass. Reaching for her own glass, Therese downed the drink in one mouthful, trying to contain the lust seemed to be flowing through every inch of her body.
“So tell me, what is a young attractive woman like you doing here alone on a Friday night? Are you waiting for someone? A boyfriend, perhaps?” Carol directed the question at her with a raised eyebrow.
“Quite the opposite actually. I just broke up and really needed a drink.” Therese saw a flash of emotion in the blue depths she was staring into. “I could say the same about you,” she continued, wondering if it really had been excitement or relief she had seen in Carol’s eyes.
“I’m neither young nor attractive, so you saying the same wouldn’t quite make much sense.” Carol eyes twinkled as she skillfully dodged the question.
Not attractive?! Has this woman never looked into a mirror? Therese thought to herself incredulously.
“I’m sure he would beg to differ,” Therese teased, her eyes darting towards the table of men still sitting by the entrance.
“Oh please, let’s try to forget that even happened.” Carol paused before asking somewhat tentatively, “You mentioned that you are nursing a heartbreak … are you ok?”
Therese smiled at her concern. “I wouldn't say that I’m nursing a heartbreak since I was the one who decided to call it quits.”
“Well than, that sure makes things a lot better for you.”
“I suppose … I feel bad because things ended on a bad note, even though I saw this train was headed for a crash either way, it was really just a matter of when.” Therese surprised herself by talking so openly about her relationship.
“No relationship ends pretty, my dear. It’s better to jump off the train before it crashes rather than going up in flames along with it. Let’s just hope your boyfriend, well now ex, had the smarts to jump off right after you.”
Therese found herself giggling slightly; whether it was from the analogy or the alcohol running through her veins, she wasn’t sure.
“Enough of that, let’s talk about more interesting things.” Carol changed the subject swiftly. “Tell me more about yourself,Therese.”
“What do you want to know?” Therese replied almost shyly. She always found it difficult to talk about herself and the desperation to appear interesting to Carol didn’t help.
“Anything. What do you do for a living?” Carol prompted.
“I’m a freelance photographer. I love taking photos.” Therese mentally kicked herself for how dumb she sounded. What photographer doesn’t like to take photos! She’s going to soon realize what a bore I am and find some excuse to leave.
“A creative soul! What do you like to take photos of?” Carol asked, her voice warm and encouraging.
Therese found herself easing into the conversation as she spoke passionately about her craft and how it felt almost powerful to be able to capture a particular moment in time that would never repeat itself. She went on about how private every photo felt because it was a true reflection of how she viewed the world; from which angle and to what focal point, it all revealed something deeply personal about herself. Maybe that was why she always found it harder to take photos of other humans, choosing instead to take the safer path of landscapes and architecture.
“It’s simply too many emotions rolled into one. My own mixed with the person I’m shooting. I just don’t feel I am ready to handle that well enough yet.” There was a short pause as she took a breath. “Oh gosh, I’ve been rambling on, haven’t I. I’m sorry if I’ve bored you!” Therese apologized, realizing at the same time that she had never divulged that much about herself to anyone before, let alone a practical stranger.
“Quite the contrary! It’s inspiring to see how much passion and love you have for what you do. Very few people are lucky enough to be able to turn what they love into a career. I would like to have a chance to see your photos sometime,” Carol assured her, placing her hand lightly over Therese’s which laid on the seat between them.
“I would love to show them to you.” Therese’s voice was so soft it was almost a whisper. She had never shown anyone her photographs. Even Richard had barely glimpsed a handful and that was when he rudely snatched them out from her box in jest.
The invitation seemed to hang in the air between them as both women stared into each other’s eyes. Now that she was up close, Therese realized that Carol’s eyes were not simply blue, but the most piercing shade of blue-grey, which reminded her simultaneously of clear blue skies and stormy rain clouds. Therese felt her senses heighten as the hand that covered hers grew warm and electrifying. Involuntarily leaning in closer, she caught a whiff of the perfume Carol was using and it made her heady and almost dizzy with desire.
“Can I kiss you?” The question tumbled out of Therese’s lips. Their faces had drawn closer, their lips now mere inches apart and Therese stopped breathing as the question hung between bated breaths.
A strangled gasp escaped Carol’s lips at the bold question, and Therese’s heart sank. What was I thinking? Now I’ve gone and ruined it all. She opened her mouth to retract her question, but her words got muffled against the red lips that suddenly pressed gently on hers. Carol tasted absolutely divine and the kiss was better than anything Therese had ever experienced or could have even imagined.
Carol’s lips were soft and enticing, a sharp contrast to Richard’s hard and unyielding ones, her tongue dancing against Therese’s like a seductive temptress instead of feeling intrusive and vulgar. The kiss started out slow, lips and tongue connecting tentatively as they explored and familiarized themselves with each other. Fused as one, Therese couldn’t tell who uttered the contented sigh or let loose an urgent whimper; but the kiss quickly intensified to one that was wet, open-mouthed, and passionate. Therese’s hand tangled in Carol’s hair as she desperately pulled her closer while her other hand slid up and down her back. Carol was the first to break their kiss, pulling back gently but maintaining contact by pressing her forehead against Therese’s. They were both panting hard from the kiss and it was clear neither of them had really wanted it to end.
“Wow,” Therese said, trying to catch her breath.
Carol let out a low chuckle before agreeing, “Wow indeed.”
Therese closed her eyes, relishing the feel of their mingled breaths and wondering if her heart was going to ever stop racing. She stayed in place even after Carol removed the hand from the back of her neck and felt an instant loss when the blonde broke the contact of their foreheads to sit back slightly. This is it. It’s over. I’ve gotten a taste of heaven and now the pearly gates are going to shut and never let me in again. The thought alone left Therese distraught.
“You make me forget we’re in a very public place,” Carol spoke softly after catching her breath.
“Would you have minded if other people saw us?” Therese asked, feeling ridiculous at the slight hurt that comment had caused.
“I mind that being in public means there is a limit to how far a kiss can go,” Carol replied, her voice seductively soft as silk.
“Oh.” Therese’s mind went blank. Does Carol want more? I sure as hell do, but I won’t dare tell her that!
Carol practically smirked at Therese’s speechlessness, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on the younger woman.
“Where would the limits be if we were in some place more private?” Therese forced the question out from her constricting throat, trying to keep up her end of the banter. God, this woman makes me so nervous! I wonder if she knows how badly I want her right now.
“Do you have some place in mind? Why just tell you … when I can show you.” Carol was now brazenly flirting with her and Therese felt her cheeks grow hot.
“My place. It’s not far from here.” The invitation was clear and Therese waited to see if it would be accepted or rejected.
Carol’s eyes widened slightly, clearly not expecting the quick invitation to come her way. Holding her gaze, Therese could see conflicting emotions battle in blue-grey depths. There was uncertainty but also so much desire that it made her own heart hammer in the silence. Then suddenly there it was, a small nod, so imperceptible that Therese would have missed it if she had blinked.
“Lead the way,” Carol said, confirming the acceptance of her invitation.
Therese released the breath she hadn’t even known she was holding in a whoosh. They quickly settled the bill and stepped out into the cool night air. There was almost an urgency between them to get moving before either had a chance to think twice or change her mind. Therese had worried that the walk back to her apartment might be awkward, but as they fell into step beside each other, Carol playfully bumped her a few times and the silence that hung between their smiles was a comfortable one. A couple of times they would catch each other’s gaze at the same time and dissolve into girlish giggles. Therese felt like she was walking on air, sharing a sordid secret with Carol that could be seen by the whole world but no one was truly aware of.
“So do you do this often? Save damsels in distress and then conveniently bring them back to your place which just happens to be walking distance away?” Carol teased with a wink when she once again caught Therese’s eyes on her.
“Damsels as gorgeous as you are not easy to find,” Therese replied with a flirtatious smile, pleased to see a flush creep up Carol’s face, then in a slightly more serious tone, added, “No, I’ve never done this before.”
“Neither have I,” Carol replied with matching honesty and an intense look in her eyes. Therese quickened her steps, her need to reach the apartment growing with each passing second.
In less than ten minutes, Therese opened the door to her apartment and welcomed Carol in with a wave of her hand. Turning her back to the blonde so she could close and lock the door behind her, Therese was suddenly overcome with a nervousness. She had zero experience with one night stands, supposing that was what this is, and she wasn’t sure what the appropriate next move ought to be. Are we supposed to talk a little more before taking the next step, or do we just get down to it? Why is it that in movies things seem to automatically fall so easily into place! Therese cursed her inadequateness as she turned to see Carol standing in the middle of her living room, looking back confidently at her. As if sensing her uncertainty, Carol held a hand out towards her.
“Come here, you,” she said with an inviting smile.
Therese followed the instructions thankfully and let Carol pull her into a warm embrace, their lips automatically seeking each other out. All uncertainty fell away the moment their lips touched; the surge of desire that spread through Therese was even stronger than what she had experienced at the bar, and she fought to keep her knees from buckling. Their tongues, already well familiarized, delved past the hesitancy of their first kiss, duelling for dominance and reaching greedily to taste. Carol ran her hands up Therese’s arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake, to cup her face and draw her even closer. Therese’s heart raced as her senses were overwhelmed by everything Carol; her taste, touch, smell, and the delicious sounds she was making. Led by her own desire, Therese’s hands roamed the length of Carol’s back, pausing briefly when her fingers came into contact with the metal zipper at the base of her neck.
Pulling back slightly, Therese asked breathlessly, “Is this ok?”
“It’s more than ok,” Carol whispered, her eyes blazing with lust.
Carol held her gaze and reached for the hem of Therese’s top, slowly pulling it upwards. Feeling almost hypnotized, Therese raised her hands above her head, allowing the blonde to remove her top easily. A cool breeze hit the heated skin of her torso, but it was Carol’s darkening gaze of desire that sent shivers up Therese’s spine. Her fingers inched back to the zipper – this time there was no hesitation as she took hold of the cool metal and pulled it downwards in one smooth motion. Their eyes remained locked as Carol shrugged her shoulders to ease off the straps of her dress, letting it fall in a dark pool at her feet. Therese felt her lust go into overdrive as she drank in the sight of Carol, standing before her clad only in her undergarments. Lunging forward, Therese kissed the blonde everywhere she could reach; lips, neck, shoulders, and the warm valley between her breasts. There was an urgent need to feel skin against skin and Carol’s fingers quickly undid the button of Therese’s jeans, yanking them down as the brunette stepped out of them with equal haste. All this while Therese’s lips never broke contact with Carol, occasionally letting her tongue slip through for a taste of milky white skin, which caused Carol to gasp with pleasure.
“Bedroom … now ... which way…” Carol panted heavily.
Therese nudged Carol backwards and they stumbled towards her bedroom, arms and lips tightly entwined. Guided by familiarity, Therese directed them towards her bed and only surfaced for air when she felt Carol bump softly against the wooden bedframe. Even in the dim moonlight, Therese could see that Carol’s lipstick had been completely wiped off and her hair looked thoroughly combed through by Therese’s roaming fingers. If anything, she looked even sexier now than at the start of the evening.
“You’re so beautiful,” Therese whispered, not daring to believe that all of this was really happening.
Carol’s eyes flashed with emotion and in one swift motion, she turned their bodies around so it was now Therese whose legs were pressed against the bed.
“Lie down, Therese.” Carol’s voice was soft but the command was loud and clear.
Therese obeyed, crawling backwards onto the bed, never taking her eyes off the goddess that stood in front of her. Her heart tripped over itself a few times as Carol moved towards her on all fours, like a predator hunting down its prey. I’d be her willing prey any day, everyday, Therese thought. From her vantage point, Carol pressed a line of nibbling kisses along Therese’s flat tummy, up her heaving chest, across arched neck, and finally on her open lips. Therese’s body writhed with desire and she eagerly lifted her body when Carol reached around to remove her bra, followed quickly by her panties. She was now fully naked, painfully aroused and pinned under the hungriest stare she had ever witnessed.
“I never looked like this,” Carol mumbled to herself as she feasted her eyes on Therese’s body before descending down again, this time to swirl her tongue around Therese’s nipple. A whimper escaped the younger woman’s lips at the intimate touch and she arched her back, craving more. Obligingly, Carol took the nipple into her hot mouth and proceeded to suck on it earnestly, drawing it out into a tightening hard nub within seconds. Her fingers found the other nipple and brought out the same response with just a few flicks and pinches. Therese felt a surge of wetness pool between her legs and a delicious tension start to build in her abdomen. Carol moved her hand away from her breasts, ignoring the whimpering protests and rubbed it in sensually down Therese’s body. Taking her own sweet time, Carol let her fingers graze the sides of her breasts, her flat tummy, her hips, and finally press lightly against her inner thighs.
“Carol! Please!” Therese gasped as she spread her legs and lifted her hips off the bed, begging to be touched where she craved it the most.
Finally answering her prayers, Carol’s hand dived between Therese’s thighs and gave her hot wet center a firm upwards stroke.
“Oh God!” Therese screamed at the touch, her hips bucking uncontrollably, trying to increase both friction and speed at the same time.
With another swift stroke, Carol’s fingers found her clit and started to circle it with delicious pressure. Therese felt like her body was on the verge of exploding as she ground her hips down into Carol’s palm. With her eyes tightly closed, Therese ran her hands blindly over Carol’s back, the strong need to touch her coupled with a struggle to anchor herself in the storm of sensations wrecking havoc through her body. Her fingers brushed against the bra that Carol was still wearing and she fumbled against it, trying to vain to remove the obstructing material.
“Leave it, I need you to touch me. Now!” Carol growled into her ear.
Therese didn’t need to be told twice. Hearing the need in Carol’s voice only made her even more aroused. Within seconds, her hand slipped into Carol’s underwear and she moaned to find the older woman’s slit so wet and ready. As if on cue, both women plunged a finger into each other in perfect synchrony, drawing out identical sobs of bliss. Their legs fit together perfectly like a jigsaw puzzle with a thigh placed between each other’s legs, providing the welcome strength and pressure to drive their fingers deeper with each thrust. Rocking in unison, Therese felt her climax come within reach just as she felt the walls around her finger tighten. Desperate to bring pleasure to Carol before she gave herself up completely, Therese added another finger into the hot wetness and increased the pace of her hand. Carol’s grip on her shoulder tightened instantly and with a final thrust and curl of her fingers, Therese felt a strong shudder run through the woman on top of her and heard a melodious cry of satisfaction. Only than did she readily let go and allow her body to ride every crashing wave of pleasure it had never experienced before today.
Blissfully exhausted from their intense coupling, Therese savoured the weight of Carol’s head on her chest and the wonderful closeness of having her fingers still buried deep within light blonde curls. She pressed a tender kiss on top of the tousled blonde head and closed her eyes, succumbing to the wave of sleepiness that washed over her.
It felt like barely an hour later when something sharp connected with Therese’s jaw, the pain jolting her rudely awake. Even though her eyes were wide open, her brain was still climbing out of its sleepy stupor and she could not understand what was happening around her. All Therese could make sense of was a naked blonde woman rushing around, seemingly trying to locate her clothes in the semi-darkness of her room while muttering angrily under her breath.
“Carol?” she called out, gingerly touching her jaw where pain still throbbed.
Carol either didn’t hear her or wasn’t in the mood to respond. Realizing that her dress was nowhere in the bedroom, Carol stepped out into the living room towards the pooled black material still lying on the floor. Therese thought she could make out some of the muttered words as she too got out of bed, quickly pulled on a t-shirt and shorts within her reach.
“How could I … makes me no different … what was I thinking!” Carol seemed lost in her thoughts and did not realize that Therese was standing right behind her. Trying to get her attention, Therese reached out to touch Carol’s elbow, causing the older woman to jump in fright.
“Carol, calm down! Did something happen? Talk to me.” Therese kept her hold on Carol’s elbow, trying in vain to get her to turn around to face her.
“I need to go, Therese, now,” Carol said, refusing to meet her eyes. “Sorry,” she whispered as an afterthought. Quickly dressing herself, Carol looked like she was ready to sprint out the door at any given moment.
“Ok … sure. It’s ok, I get it.” Therese managed to choke back a sob as she put up a brave front. She’s obviously regretting what just happened. What did you expect? That this would turn out into something more than just a one night stand? Therese mentally kicked herself for even feeling upset about it.
“Do you?” Carol asked, catching Therese off guard with her question.
“Yes… you’re obviously regretting what just happened. And that’s fine, I’m a big girl, I know this is just a one night stand that meant nothing to you. Don’t worry, I’m not expecting anything more from you.” It cost Therese to force those words out of her mouth and she could hear the waver in her voice. The truth was this was more than just a one night stand to her; she was drawn to Carol in every way possible and the sex they had had felt as emotional as it had been physical. But maybe I’m the only one that felt that way, Therese thought sadly.
“Oh Therese …” Carol paused to tilt Therese’s chin so that she could look into her eyes, “I do not regret what happened, and it definitely did not mean nothing to me.”
“Oh …” Therese felt slightly silly at her earlier outburst, but held back the surge of hope as she sensed that Carol still had more to say.
Dropping her hand from Therese’s chin, Carol sighed before speaking again, “I’m married, Therese.” Her blue-grey eyes were searching as they stared into green depths, trying to read any emotional response to what was just revealed.