The meeting with her grandfather had been the best thing that had ever happened to her, other than meeting Pilar. Her recollections had been so different: mother's death, the lying, the fighting, and finally, the rebuke from the Elders in the tribe. Homosexuality was not welcomed in the tribe and a 'don't ask, don't tell' policy was used in keeping everyone in line.
Taima had proven her namesake one day. At the age of eighteen, she had loudly proclaimed her lesbianism during a council meeting and incurred the entire tribe's wrath. Thus had begun her exile. Until today. She not only had her grandfather back but he had also promised to give her bond with Pilar a tribal wedding ceremony when she was ready to express her commitment.
There was a message from Pilar waiting when she returned to the office. She would be getting off work early, around 3 and wanted to know what her plans were. Taima decided to call her back immediately. "Hi."
"Hi, honey. I've been waiting for your call."
"I was out. I've got some really good news, but I'll wait to tell you later."
"Later? I have to wait?"
"Yes, but it's so good! Oh, Pilar, it's so great!"
"Then tell me now!"
"No, not until tonight."
"That's not fair!"
"No, it isn't." Taima laughed, kicking her feet in the air happily. "So what would you like for dinner?"
"You."
Taima felt the blood rush to her face and glanced around to see if anyone else had noticed. Thankfully, she was alone. "How would you like me?"
"Naked and spread-eagled on my bed with my tongue basting you." Taima's pussy twitched, imagining a visual to fit with her words. "I want to make love with you, Taima. I've been doing nothing but thinking about fucking you."
"Jesus, Pilar!"
"I'm sorry. I can't help it. I've frigged myself at least four times this morning." Her voice was quiet. "Did you take care of ... things?"
"Yes, I did."
"Are you all right?"
"I'm better now."
"Good, and is she all right?"
"No. She's angry as hell."
"You might try to talk to her in a week or two."
"Yeah." Taima said softly. "Thanks for being so understanding."
"Are you kidding? There's no way I couldn't be. Taima, I told you ... " Pilar's voice grew deep and husky. "I'm falling in love with you."
"I feel the same way, Pilar, and if you don't mind, I'd like to make you mine tonight."
"Oh, Taima."
Mahalo cleared his throat, standing over Taima's shoulder. "Listen, I have to go. My boss is standing here waiting for me to finish this call. Fish okay?"
"Anything is fine."
"Good. I'll meet you there at 4."
"Okay."
Taima hung up the phone, desperately trying to hide her smile and failing miserably when Mahalo was smiling just as large. "Hot date, officer?"
"Uh, yes, sir." She sat back. "What's up?"
"Got some financials on Rhodes. Thought you might like to look them over."
"Okay. Can I take them home? I do have that date ... "
"Yeah, you can take them." Taima powered her computer down. "But I expect to have a full summary in the morning."
"Have I ever let you down, Malo?"
Jenkins had to smile. "No, can't say that you have. Now get going."
"Thanks, Malo!"
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The almond-encrusted turbot had turned out perfectly. Taima used the fish spatula to carefully extract the steaming fillets, arranging them on two plates, along with broccoli rabe, roasted pearl onions and blueberry-onion relish for the fish. As Taima served Pilar, she knew that the night could not have been more perfect. When she pulled up to the house, Pilar was in her swing on the front lawn, her long hair in pigtails and her bare feet pointing skyward as she soared. Taima had laughed. She had never seen an adult in a tree swing and the sight of Pilar was endearing, especially when she noticed that Pilar's beautiful breasts were unbound.
Pilar leaped out of the swing and skipped over to her, a huge smile on her gorgeous features and took Taima's breath away with a quick but expressive kiss. They took the groceries in and prepared the dinner together, even though Taima had wanted it to do it alone. Pilar didn't want to be away from her and turned the kitchen into a sensual play zone. Taima would be leaning over the chopping block, tending to the mushrooms and Pilar would mold her body to Taima's back, rubbing her breasts and hips into her. Pilar would bend over to check something in the oven and Taima would run her hand between Pilar's legs, teasing her already wet cleft.
By the time dinner was served, both women were vibrating with tension. Taima ate the tasty fish but found it difficult to keep her focus on the meal. Pilar sat across from her, her jewel-like eyes shining as she lifted her champagne-filled glass, sipping with full lips and licking with pink tongue. Taima fought the urge to groan at the delectable sight and shoveled a forkful of broccoli into her mouth, concentrating on chewing instead of on the creamy coffee shoulder that had slipped into view.
Pilar grinned, knowing that Taima had seen her skin. She only wished that Taima was close enough to smell her, to know that she had chosen a complex mixture of melon and lilac to scent her body with, to know that she had found out that both were favorites of Taima's. She lifted the fork to her mouth, her eyes meeting with Taima's and holding them as she slid the smooth tines past her lips. Taima almost choked when Pilar's toes touched the inside of her ankle.
"Stop." Taima whispered, chewing.
"Why?"
"I won't be able to finish my fish."
"Who said you needed to finish it?" Pilar touched her other foot to Taima's leg, rubbing insistently. "I do have a microwave."
Neither moved for a moment. Then Taima leapt up from her seat, crossing the space between them and jerking Pilar up from the chair, capturing her mouth with the movement. Pilar moaned, throwing her arms around Taima's neck. Taima crushed Pilar to her body, her hands sliding over Pilar's panty-clad ass.
"God, I want you so bad!" Her fingers touched Pilar's warm flesh, snaking under the elastic waist band, silk and lace on one side and silky flesh on the other.
"I want you, too. Take me upstairs." Pilar whispered against Taima's mouth. "Take me to bed."
"I can't wait."
With a passion that surprised even herself, Taima lifted Pilar and sat her on the edge of the solid cherry dining table, shoving the dishes off onto the floor. She didn't care. Neither did Pilar. The two women tore at each other's clothes, their mouths remaining locked, tongues battling, teeth nipping, hands searching. Taima moved her mouth to Pilar's neck, biting into the soft tendons and wrenching a cry from her tender throat. She shifted lower still, targeting a grapefruit-sized breast and drawing the dark-brown nipple into her mouth, sucking hard.
Pilar screamed, her body quivering as a sweet orgasm flowed through her, thick pussy cream squeezing between her blood-filled cunt lips and soaking her undies. She couldn't breathe. Her skin was on fire and Taima's mouth felt like a blazing ember. She reached up and pushed her mouth harder against her breast, hissing when Taima's teeth circled her teat, pulling and teasing. Taima moved to the other breast, sucking, licking and teething Pilar to another orgasm.
"Oh, God." Pilar's throaty whisper seemed to add fuel to Taima's fire. She found Pilar's mouth again, thrusting her tongue inside and Frenching her into a quivering mass as she laid her back on the table. Pilar was so beautiful. Taima reached down and spread the black silk open, exposing Pilar's exquisite body. With both hands, she cupped her lovely face, rubbing her nose against Pilar's and brushing her mouth over her trembling lips. She released Pilar's face, letting her fingers trail over her neck, collarbones, breasts, ribs and stomach, coming to rest on her slight hips.
"What do you want me to do to you?" Taima's inquisitive fingers emphasized each word, tracing the black lace that framed her pussy.
"I want you to fuck me!"
Taima bent close to her ear, nibbling on her fat lobe. "How do you want me to fuck you? Slow and soft or hard and fast?"
"Slow and hard." Pilar trembled as Taima started to pull the panties down. She lifted her hips and trembled again as Taima's fingers stroked her thighs, circling in toward her sodden core, teasing with alternate pressures. "Taima, please."