I looked into her beautiful green eyes. She was mine, and I loved her.
The spark of life was leaving those gorgeous emerald orbs. I gripped my hands tighter around her throat until I knew she was gone, then collapsed on top of her unmoving body, sobbing.
How had it come to this? I thought she loved me!
Six months ago: Picture a tall brown-haired woman with tanned skin and brown eyes (me), feeling lost at a friend's party because I didn't know many people there. What was I thinking? I didn't like men, and all the women there were most likely straight, my friend (more of an acquaintance, really) being somewhat of a prude. I had turned to leave when I bumped into a small, slim blonde in a tight- fitting blouse and slacks. Her rye and cola splashed onto her blouse, making the dark fabric instantly see-through. I liked what I saw.
I bustled her into the kitchen and proceeded to try to dry her off with paper towels, getting a little touch and feel in the process, and as she tried to convince me it was no big thing I looked into her eyes. Something electric went through me -- through both of us -- as I stared into the most beautiful deep green eyes I had ever seen. With those eyes, her fair hair and ethereal features, I thought for a moment that I had met an elf!
"I'm, uh, Rachel," I managed to stammer out.
"Jolene," she replied, and looked down at my hand, which had stopped between her breasts when I saw her eyes. She looked back up at me with a knowing smile.
I took her back to my place that night and showed her how much better women are as lovers than men. What do men know about the female body, after all? I've lived in one for 30 years, and let me tell you, I know it quite literally inside and out! She had never been with a woman before, and it was exciting to know that I was taking her "lesbinity."
We were together for months...I was so happy! She stayed at my place more often than her own, and we frequently made love.
She went and visited her folks in Oregon for a week, and when she returned she seemed to be a different person. I don't know what happened while she was away -- maybe she told her parents and they disapproved -- but she was quiet and distant. We made love a couple times but she seemed restrained, withdrawn.
Finally she sat me down and told me she didn't want to be with me anymore. She was in her 30's and wanted to have children, and frankly, she missed sex with men. I had a few fake penises in my collection for my lovers (I hate the stupid-looking things), and I told her we could adopt, or perhaps go for in vitro fertilization? She said perhaps, and went home.
We didn't talk for a week. Finally I confronted her one night out back of her workplace, in the darkened and empty parking lot. I told her I wanted her back...I would do anything! She told me to leave her alone. I yelled at her...
She told me I disgusted her. I lost it, running at her and wrapping my hands around her neck...
I had killed her! No!!
I looked around quickly, wild-eyed. Nobody was there. People shout all the time in the city, so we didn't attract any attention, and my sudden throttling attack had silenced her. I ran away, crying, leaving the love of my life behind on the cold pavement.
The murder appeared in the news but I was never contacted by the police. It seemed robbery was the obvious motive, as her purse was missing. Someone must have stolen it before the police were called, lucky for me! I didn't even know if Jolene had told any of her friends about me, so it was possible that there was no perceived connection between us.
You must think me a cold, evil person...I'm not! I cried all night and most of the day after. I took a sick day and napped in the afternoon. I had the strangest dream that Jolene was with me, and she forgave me, and I took her into my arms. Then she became like mist, and my hands went through her. The gossamer filaments of her soul covered me like a second skin, and then slipped into me. We became one.
I woke to find myself standing in front of the bathroom mirror, with no remembrance of how I got there. There was a small flash of brilliant green in the mirror but when I looked again it was no longer there. I shook my head and went back to bed.
It was Friday night and I was going to remain at home, but I felt restless and horny. I usually get like that when I'm ovulating, which is stupid because that particular itch will never be scratched. Still, I thought, perhaps I could find a nice girl to have some fun with tonight?
I dolled myself up and put on a short black dress and some high heeled pumps that showed off my trim legs...mmm! If only I could clone myself, I'd never leave the apartment!
I went out bar hopping. There were usually some young ladies on the dance floor who wouldn't mind dancing with other women, and sometimes you could find some who were interesting in...experimenting. I found a gaggle of girls strutting their stuff and moved in. (How many make a gaggle anyway? Four I guess, since that's how many were on the floor!) They accepted me right away, maybe because there weren't many dancers that night. We did some bumping and grinding, and turning on the onlookers...yow!
There was a redhead with big boobs, a slim brunette, and a couple of blondes who looked like sisters. The redhead grabbed my attention, and I grabbed her knockers when she was grinding back at me during a particularly bootylicious song. She jumped, but didn't pull away...yes!
We got hot and heavy on the floor and her friends eventually scattered back to their tables. When she turned to me I planted a tonguey kiss on her and she returned it. She then looked into my eyes and pulled me off the floor to her table. Her girlfriends and their boyfriends were leaving (was it me?) but there was another guy there, beefy and somewhat Italian looking, and she draped herself on his shoulder. Uh, what the fuck?
She motioned for me to sit next to her, and the guy was on her other side checking me out. Uh uh, buddy, I broadcasted. She tried to yell something to me but the damn music was too loud. I leaned closer...her name was Gabrielle...
