CHAPTER 1
Belle was reasonably happy with her life, she worked for a decent living and was fairly successful in her career, lived alone and was in excellent health. Her social life was limited, most of the events that she attended were work related but she vacationed often and had a small circle of friends, mostly people she kept in touch with from high school and college but she was satisfied with her progress in life so far. She knew that people in her work place speculated a lot about her life, wondering about her nationality and social habits but there wasn't anything new about that, she'd been whispered about since she was sixteen and had grown use to it now, maybe even desensitized to what people thought or said about her. She was good looking, probably a knock out in some circles, thirty-two, single and ambitious. She had a way of life that she enjoyed and was not willing to give it up to be one of the numbers in anyone's little black book to be manipulated, used or generally undervalued. All Belle could think about lately was a girl at her gym named Anne who she wanted to bump pussies with so bad that the thought of Anne made her wet between the legs.
It was Friday so I said my good nights at work, have a great weekend, etc. and off to the gym, I ran. I kept in shape for many reasons. At 5'8 and with what I called large bones, I had to keep my hips, thighs and ass tight. Thanks to my mixed parentage, my skin is the color of raw peanuts, white but with just enough tan to make you wondered about my nationally or as the girls in the office guessed, just how often I laid in the tanning booth. My hair was thick and dark, almost black but the Indian in me gave my hair natural highlights of browns and reds, making the color enviable by most women. It fell just below my shoulders and I usually kept it pulled tight to my head so that it didn't bounce too much and distract my clients. My breasts are full and tight, they sit firmly on my chest separated by my full beautiful chest bone. I admired my cleavage, deep tan skin created the perfect scenery for my full round breast to be displayed. My legs are long and shapely, muscular but not hard, my thighs tight and strong, and my ass sat firmly below my slender waistline, always in motion when I moved but I controlled the movement so my ass doesn't bounce all over the place when I walked. I loved my body and I took care of it but tonight I hurried to the gym because there was a beautiful tight ass girl that joined our yoga class about six weeks ago and we were becoming friends and somehow I knew that this was the weekend, the night that I would start her training session. All I could think of was the moment that I would push my tongue deep into her cunt to taste her and she would taste me.
Anne was there changing clothes when I walked in. "Hey doll", I said giving her waist a little hug. "How are you?"
"I'm good, how about you?"
"Great darling, but what's two gorgeous women like us doing at the gym on a Friday night."
"I don't know about you Belle but I don't have a regular. Men don't often ask me out so I come to the gym to relax."
"Me too, I think guys are scared of women like us. They think that we're stand offish so they don't take the chance of asking us out. I usually spend most weekends alone".
"Oh my God, you aren't comparing me to you. You're probably the most beautiful woman in Manhattan, even other woman can't take their eyes off you."
"That doesn't seem to matter does it now, I'm still spending tonight alone."
"Yeah me too, hurry up and change, class is starting"
She gave me a big smile and I had to resist kissing her perfect lips. Anne was almost my height, probably 5'7. She had dark auburn hair, thick and wavy. Her skin had to be what is referred to as alabaster; it was smooth and white with a natural pink blush that glowed just below the skin surface. Her breast had to be at least C cups and her nipples always push out through the fabric of her clothes. She was slender and well toned. Her ass had a little jiggle when she moved and set delicately on her back. Her legs were long and solid muscle but somehow she looked as soft as a teddy bear, like you would leave fingerprints if you held her too firmly. She was beautiful, every feature of her face perfectly proportioned with striking green eyes and full luscious lips. But Anne was lonely and repressed, I could see it the first time we met.
After class while we were changing, Anne asked if I would like to go have dinner and I said sure, I didn't have anything else planned for the evening. I suggested a new soup and salad bar that I had heard about but hadn't tried yet and she thought it was a wonderful ideal because she had wanted to go but hated eating out alone. I smiled because the restaurant was walking distance to my house and I would suggest ending the evening there. It was still early and I hoped that Anne wouldn't want to go home after we finished dinner.
The restaurant was wonderful, the food choices were excellent, the service perfect and the prices high. It was in a plush neighborhood with old stone building. Inside the décor was rustic with exposed brick walls, dark leather booths and the entire restaurant was lit with sparking crystals that dangled from the wooden beamed ceiling. The soup and salad bar were in the middle of the cavernous room lit by hundreds of the crystal lights that were reflected and bounced off the sleek chrome and glass of the bar to create sparks of light all over the restaurant like one of the old disco balls. The bar itself was loaded with every imaginable salad fixing and the air was filled with the most mouth watering aroma of homemade soups, breads and decadent deserts.
We were seated at a booth in the rear and had to look intently at each other to engage in conversation because the booth lighting consisted of a single crystal clad candle that sat in the middle of the table. Anne and I told each other as much as we could about ourselves in that short hour, like we had been waiting to open up to someone. She worked for a charity, having the luxury of parents that left her a lot of money, she just wanted to be useful. I on the other hand worked for my good living in investments. We shared a bottle of wine and giggled like school girls until I suggested that we go over to my house and talk more instead of ending the evening. Anne thought that was a great idea because she really wasn't ready to go home just yet. I picked up the check against her complaints and suggested that we walk to my house because it was just a couple of blocks away. We left the restaurant arm in arm like best girlfriends.
At my house I excused myself to change into something more comfortable and quickly changed into a clinging silky set that didn't expose anything but clung to every part of my body like a second skin. I kept my thong on but removed my bra so that my nipples pressed hard against the clinging fabric. When I went back out into the living room, I asked Anne if she wanted a drink and fixed her an amaretto and cranberry on the rocks. Anne sat on the couch and I sat on the floor facing her as we continued our conversation.
