Tangled with Lust: A Life Changing Lesbian Experience (3 page)

At first, I didn’t let myself stare at her too openly, but then as I drew back from another lengthy kiss; I let my eyes wander over her. With those beautiful breasts and thick nipples, I couldn’t seem to help myself from taking them into my mouth. I dipped in close and teased her already hardened nipple with my lips, teeth and tongue. At first I was biting to tease her, but then I lost track of everything, and started licking and sucking them until she was pulling my hair with desperation.

I lost my control too, because my hands quickly drifted down her body to her thighs, and then directly between them. She was so wet all I could do was gasp onto her chest only to resume my nibbling and licking. Every part of her needed me, and I just couldn’t seem to do enough at once. I knew exactly how to please her, but it had been so long that I couldn’t seem to figure out where to start.

When I found the strength to really have her, I sunk my fingers into her at once, and I looked down at her expression of absolute pleasure. She was grabbing at my wrist to pull my hand closer, and pushing at my shoulders. She was frustrated and yet satisfied at the same time.

“I can’t stop … I can’t stop …” I whimpered onto her chest, realizing that it probably wasn’t best for us to jump into bed together after the history we’d had.

But her quick and certain words put me at ease: “Don’t stop.”

With my touches, she built to a climax so strong that we were both spent as I fell on top of her, panting and exhausted to completion. I couldn’t even lift my head as I lay limp over her body.

She was quiet for a little while, and then just as I was thinking of the immensity of what we’d just done together, she spoke up at last.

“Can I get you a water?”

I tugged myself off of her, to stare at her in disbelief. “Are you kidding me? We just did all that, and all you have to say is ‘Can I get you some water’?! That’s it?”

“Some would call that consideration.”

I just crooked my eyebrow, and she pulled herself up onto her knees. “Was this a mistake …? I mean, what were we thinking? – This can’t happen again.”

“No, you’re right,” she agreed, much to my surprise. She went to one of her drawers, and pulled a loose shirt over her head as she threw one to me. “There’re some boxers in here if you want them. I know you like to sleep in ‘em.”

I caught the shirt to my chest, and let out a beat of laughter: “We shouldn’t be sleeping together … I mean, we know this can’t happen again. It was just … I don’t know what we were thinking …”

“I know. But there’s no sense in you going out this late at night. Put on the shirt and you can sleep here for the night.” As take-charge as ever. That was when I realized my heels were still discarded in the hallway somewhere, and that I would have to go find them: yet another product of our overpowering lust for each other.

“I don’t feel great about this …” I admitted, slipping out of my dress as she turned around to feign disinterest.

“Nothing bad will happen,” she smiled, shuffling off down the hall of her apartment to grab something for us to eat. I knew she was going to cook for me because she always used to do that, and I hated that I loved it. She could be so unforgivably comforting.

Her last words resounded in my head, and all I could do was worry about her promise. Of course nothing
bad
would happen between us because it was always
good
. As a matter of fact, it was better than good; it was perfect.

That ass always gets to me. No matter what I’m ever doing, Naomi walks in with that gorgeous body, and everything just seems to change. That was exactly what happened the morning after our big
whoops
. She woke up with my arms around her, groaned, and told me we had made a big mistake. She even pretended she didn’t want to be in my bed – she distracted herself by complaining about the mess in my room. Unfortunately for her, I can read her well, so that didn’t fool me like she’d planned. I wanted her even as she was admonishing me for the mess, but I withheld from my desire to pass by her and head down into the kitchen. If she wanted the other night to have been a mistake, then why should I listen to her complain about how I kept my own solitary apartment?

Predictably, she followed me into the kitchen and took over with breakfast like she always used to do. Even with my loose boxers on her, all I could do was sit and stare at her ass. I even felt a little bad for it because I wasn’t listening to her anymore, but I couldn’t help myself. She has these incredibly exotic curves that had always distracted me. My mind slipped back to the times when I woke her up by slapping her playfully on that ass or when I kissed it and massaged it with both hands just to keep staring a while longer. It had always mesmerised me.

“HE-
LLO
?!”

My eyes snapped up to her face when she turned around and leaned in to grab my attention. Honestly, I wasn’t the least bit embarrassed. She knew very well that I always used to stare at her that way, and what about that had changed? Her ass was still fantastic, and I was still excited by women. I think she expected me to feel guilty, but I just smiled at her.

I actually enjoyed seeing her off later that morning, when my lips surprised her.

“Bye,” I had grinned, kissing her hard on the lips.

“What … the … what’re you doing?” she asked, a little excited by the kiss and a little frustrated that I continued to make it difficult for us both. But that look on her face was definitely worth it.

I shrugged and let her walk down the hall before sending another tease her way: “Nice ass.”

She whipped around, and scowled at me, but I could see the smile hiding behind those pursed lips. She was an expert at control, but I still knew that woman like the back of my hand. We had been each other’s firsts, and we had been together nearly all of our adult lives. I had memorized those lips.

It was a few days before I couldn’t possibly handle it anymore, because just the thought of her was tormenting me. I would close my eyes, and her lips would be there or her legs were squirming for me again. No matter what I tried to do to distract myself, I thought of Naomi. So at long last, I swallowed my pride and called her. I know, I know – it was only two days. But that woman affects me like nothing else I’ve ever known. I couldn’t last.

Her voice shamed me a little as she picked up her phone, but more than anything, I wanted her.

“Couldn’t even last three days.
That’s
control for you.”

“Shut it,” I chuckled quietly in my car, waiting to go in for work until I had resolved the distraction that had taken me over.
“Just … you know why I’m calling. Come on …”

“Oh, if only it were that easy,” she teased, exciting me even further. I hated that I liked it, but I did! When she teased me, I only wanted her more.

“Meems, please. Seriously, I’m dying over here.”

“We haven’t even talked about it yet!” she insisted, upset that I’d ignored the immensity of our situation. “Erin, this is serious. We have a past … we have people in our lives that won’t understand. We can’t just play around – I can’t even talk about this here. I’m at the office.”

That was right about the time I started fantasizing again. I can’t be sure what she said after that to complain about what we’d done, but when I finally snapped myself out of it, I figured out what to say: “Let’s … tell people.”

“That we’re what? –
Fucking
?!”

I couldn’t help but laugh. She was right, of course. It would have sounded terrible no matter how we worded it, and our friends never would have understood. Naomi and I had had an explosive divorce, and our friends from each side often went to great lengths to protect us from each other. It would be incredibly inconsiderate to rub our affair in their faces. Was that what it was, I wondered. An affair?

I felt bad that I wanted her still, but I did. I thought about her all the time and I called her when I could, teasing her and listening to her and laughing with her. It had been a week of us talking when I realized that I missed more than her body. She had stepped back into my life, and I was happy about that. That crazy, beautiful woman was making me happy again, and the weight of that discovery truly surprised me. It surprised me so much that all I could do was stare lovingly at her when I saw her by coincidence at the liquor mart with a friend.

Ramsie, an old friend of mine, was coming with me to buy some fine wine – unknowing that I planned on getting it to surprise my ex. Ramsie was always a supportive and helpful friend, and that was why she whacked me on the shoulder for looking at Naomi like that.

“What are you doing?!” she hissed quietly, continuing to lecture me about Naomi’s
toxic effect
on me. She was a good friend for trying to protect me, but I started to feel really terribly about my feelings for Naomi. My ex-wife was my present lover. It was such a mess.

“I know, I know,” I insisted as each of us turned to one another. Then suddenly, Naomi stepped by and nearly tripped over a set-up of Schnapps. She managed to stumble around it, excusing herself and racing off to the cashier.

Just seeing her there tormented me because I wanted to be there with
her.
I knew we had once been bad for each other, but I wanted it to be good. As much as we teased one another, my fantasies also involved us waking up together and going out again. I wondered what it might be like to date Naomi all over again.

I watched her hurry through the check-out even as Ramsie was pulling me away from her.

“What is going on with you?!” she demanded, re-focusing my attention to her.

“I … don’t know. Nothing.” It was an excuse that wouldn’t work for long, but I didn’t know what to do or say. I wondered then what Naomi’s friends would say, because in Naomi’s eyes, I had cheated on her. If they saw Naomi and me together, their reaction would probably have been worse.

I decided that I would have to woo Naomi all over again, and show them that I was a different woman. I wouldn’t look at anyone else or want anyone else – only her. I had been lost at the time of my grave mistake, and that would never happen again.

Talking Naomi onto a real date was another story altogether, but it wasn’t impossible. She agreed for the sake of compromise, but we had actually enjoyed each other’s company! I was expecting a short dinner with a sweet dessert, but what I got was another thing entirely. Halfway through dinner, she looked up at me with the same sizzle in her eyes that I’d seen that first night in the bar. It was then I realized that she’d wanted me all that time, too.  She had been excited by the thought of me, and even fantasized about our time together. As soon as I saw that hopeful lust in her eyes, I was finished with dinner. I was dragging her out the door with that intoxicating laughter she shared with me so effortlessly.

“Erin! … What’re you doing?!”

“Are you tipsy? – Do I need to carry you to my car?”

She tugged her hand away and grinned all at once. I was quick to grab it back, but she tugged it away again, and headed to my car on her own.

“You’re crazy, you know that?”

I chased after her, and helped her into the car. I even winked and teased her about a quickie in the backseat, but she was surprisingly calm about everything. I really didn’t have any idea just how much she wanted me then or I think I would have sped all the way home.

Her eyes were on me all the way, and I have to admit it felt nice. Naomi wanted me, and I felt the warmth growing between my legs – I was wet and wanting.
Naomi
wanted me: the woman who had once hated me. She wanted me again, and I was burning with desire for her. I wanted her in so many ways and positions that it was hard to focus on driving. I forced my eyes onto the road until we got to my place, where I could finally unbuckle my seatbelt and kiss her. She always liked to act like she had no idea what my intentions were, but her lips were just as heated. Her tongue was just as invasive.

Out of the blue, while we were making out in my car, she started whispering to me between her panted breaths: “Do you … still have that … thing …?”

Her desperate kisses were making me crazy, but I wanted to know what she meant, so I put my hands on her shoulders. “What … what thing?”

She blushed, and immediately I knew what she meant: the strap-on she had always loved.

“Ooh … is
that
what you’ve been thinking about all night?”

Her cheeks went completely red, but she was frustrated with herself, so she pushed open her door. I grabbed her wrist, and waited for her to turn back to me. Her eyes were watery, so I released her writs, and just watched her. Something was troubling her, and I wondered if she could be as sincere in her feelings for me as she was with her desire.

I waited for her to speak, but she surprised me like she always did. Instead of opting for words, she rushed me with those cherry lips and climbed closer to me – eventually seated nicely in my lap. The gesture drove me to the brink of insanity, with no room to make use of the position. So many times from our past together, she had teased me by sitting in my lap because she knew what that did to me. She knew what it did to me then, too. That was why I got out and lifted her with me only to push her up against my side door.