Here we go again for the fourth element of this String of Luck, a story that revolves around exchanges. One of Nella's oldest friend, Aria, has been in town for about a month now, living mostly with us. Having moved out of the province three years ago her friendship with Nella, even though it changed because of the distance, is still strong. In fact when my green-eyed, ever wonderful girlfriend received Aria's call and learned of her visit, she jumped up from the couch to make a little dance of joy. I was, you might have guessed, quite surprised to see her dancing in the living room. Jenny, poking her head out from her room, was just as dumbfounded as I was.
In any case we learned that Aria would be coming to stay with us for two months or so. She would arrive a week hence. In exchange, the first one in this story, she's offered us her cottage in the mountains for the entire month of October. The weather should still be quite good and the autumnal colors should be in full bloom. Jenny, sitting beside me while waiting to learn why Nella had danced her weird little dance, was quite open about welcoming another roommate for a time. In fact, she was simply happy to have the opportunity to explore another person's body through massage. Some people are easy to please...
In the week before Aria arrived, Nella never stopped talking about her. She had mentioned her before, but now she was going into a full making-up-for-lost-time, bringing-my-new-boyfriend-up-to-date mode. The woman was a sculptor just like Nella, has been working professionally as one for the past eight years, and was apparently exceptionally good. There were a lot of other things I learned in those six days, but nothing as interesting as her sexual history.
You see, Aria's sexual life began like most other young girls: she was interested in boys during high-school, flirted with most of them, allowed herself to be fondled by a handful of them and finally decided to go all the way with a guy she thought would be the man of her life. Things didn't turn out that way: three months later the guy was gone, chasing after another virgin. That particular episode was hard on Aria, but nothing out of the ordinary.
Nonetheless, in her late teens she became increasingly interested in girls. That phase coincided, fortuitously, with her growing relationship with Nella. (Go figure!) A year after that first fateful night with her, Aria was an exceptionally happy bisexual. When the exclusive relationship with Nella faded and turned into a rich friendship, Aria explored many relationships both with men and women.
Yet something changed once more in Aria after breaking up with her last girlfriend, one of her most serious relationships: she has no intention of ever looking for another man. Apparently her relationship with Judy, even though painful to sever, was nonetheless above anything she'd ever had with men. So most of the times, or so Nella says, Aria refers to herself as a lesbian. After telling me all this the night before Aria arrived, in our beds late at night, Nella whispered something else:
"I may need your help Will."
"What for?"
"I don't want Aria to turn into a full lesbian... I don't want her to loose the freedom that bisexuality brings. The last two men in her life were quite ordinary and Aria said to me one time that in bed they were even less than ordinary. So, " she asked with a naughty smile, "do you want to help Aria for me?"
I was shocked by her request, even though I had seen it coming when she asked for my help. Although Nella and I shared Justine and Jenny quite a few times, she was asking me to seduce and fuck a girl I had never met, a girl who thought herself a lesbian... This was something completely different... Nella saw my hesitation.
"Come on Will, you know I wouldn't ask this of you if I didn't think that you'd both enjoy it..."
"Hmmm. You're sure she would?"
"Yes. And I have no doubt in my mind that you're going to enjoy it too..."
"What does she look like?"
"She's gorgeous."
"Of course, what else? She's your friend!"
Nella laughed out loud and I had to put a pillow to her face for Jenny was sleeping in the next room. This lead to a playful fight on the bed and as a matter of course it turned into an another intense sexual episode. Indeed, as I was beginning to realize, everything had a serious potential of turning into a sexual episode. Well, who was I to complain!
Aria arrived an hour late the following afternoon, carrying two huge bags of clothing and sculpting stuff. When I saw her opening the door, I froze for a moment or two. Seeing this, Nella laughed and poked me in the ribs. Aria had missed the incident but Nella had to tell her about it. So even though the introduction was quite embarrassing for me, it was clear that Aria was pleased by my reaction.
As we were in the small room Nella sometimes uses as office when her shifting jobs requires it, I got ample opportunity to take a good look at our guest. She was, Nella had been quite right, jaw-dropping gorgeous. Her hair was light brown and slightly wavy, but that description doesn't go nearly far enough. She had a lion's mane: thick locks and tresses falling all around her head, flowing all the way down to the small of her back and covering her entire back as if with a cloak. She was a wet-dream for hair fetishists.
Yet were it not for that remarkable head of hair, the rest of her figure was eerily similar to Nella's: her breasts were full and large, perhaps even larger than Nella's, and were apparently very firm despite their size; her waist was notably larger than the fabled "24", but as her hips flared smoothly and generously, the effect was just as remarkable as with Nella. In fact, the effect was strikingly alike and I took a private yet intense pleasure at comparing their bodies. In any case they were busying themselves with Aria's stuff and trying to make up for the entire year since they last saw each other. I had a one of a kind opportunity to ogle, gawk and drool... (well, perhaps not *that* much)
Nella had a pair of short shorts (I know it sounds like a pleonasm, but some shorts do warrant this repetition: these ones did) with a loose, white tank top. And I have to specify that she had chosen, this morning, a miracle miracle bra (you get the idea...). Aria had completely different look: she looked like a circus performer on a holiday: the summer dress she had chosen was seemingly made out of a hundred of patches, artistically arranged to create a stunning result. It was clear that it had been made for her: it hung to her breasts, waist, hips, buttocks and thighs like second skin. The patches that covered her breasts were bright red and strips of yellow fabric were slipped beneath and between her breasts, adding even more highlights than they provided by themselves. Those strips snaked down all over the dress, going above or under other strips or patches. It was an amazing dress for an amazingly magnificent woman. Her blue eyes and generous lips were warm and open, her manner open and confident. She was, all in all, a remarkable person.
At one point, perhaps noticing my blatant staring, Aria smiled at me.
"Yes, we know that we look alike..."
