Chapter 2 Caroline

thanks to everyone who commented on Chapter 1 for your suggestions; special thanks to THBGato, Rambling_Chantrix, Ommichron, and HobokenSweat for their beta reading, editing help, and use of their characters

Chapter 2: Caroline

"Cruella! Shit!" The shock and embarrassment of getting caught by Kate with her hand in her shorts was bad enough. But just to complete her mortification, the woman standing next to Kate was that totally gorgeous girl she had been dancing with last night when she collapsed.

"Caroline was worried about you last night, so I brought her over here for you." Kate had an evil smirk.

Caroline meanwhile was just as shocked as Keisha, and was standing with her mouth agape and eyes bulging out. And then Keisha remembered to take her hand out of her pussy. She tried desperately to think of something witty to defuse the tension.

"Um hi," that was not witty. She gave a little wave - with the hand that was coated in her juices of course, just to make the situation worse. The tension was not defused.

"Hi?" Caroline offered tentatively.

At which point Keisha realized she was waving her smelly hand around in the air. "Oh fuck!" She leapt off the couch, sending her laptop flying, and raced into the bathroom.

She slammed the door behind her and collapsed to the floor, her back against the door. "Oh shit..... oh fuck... fuckity fuckity shit fuck." She buried her face in her hands. Could this weekend possibly get any worse? There was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Hey Crybaby, you OK? Do you need Caroline to come in and give you a hand? Or a tongue maybe?"

"Jeez Kate! Don't be so crude. You don't have to be obnoxious about this," said the other voice, presumably Caroline.

"I don't have to be, that is correct. I do it willingly and purely for the entertainment value," taunted Kate.

"You know? You can really be a bitch! Just leave her alone for a while," Caroline fired hotly. "Just go away!"

There was some more arguing for a while, the words of which Keisha could not make out. She also didn't try to. After a few minutes, the front door opened and then slammed shut.

There was a light tap on the bathroom door. "Keisha?" Caroline called gently. "Kate left for a while, it's safe to come out, sweety."

Keisha staggered to her feet, she hadn't realized that her legs had fallen asleep. She must have been huddled there longer than she'd thought. She washed her hands and splashed cold water on her face. Then straightened out her clothes, her bra had been pushed up above her breasts too, she didn't remember having done that. God, she must have been quite the sight!

Feeling a little more in control of herself, Keisha cautiously opened the door. Caroline was in the kitchenette, blithely preparing dinner as if nothing had happened. Keisha timidly approached Caroline, it was going to take a long time for her to live down her embarrassment. Caroline was a light-skinned, curvy, beautiful brunette with curly hair. She looked exactly like Keisha imagined that Rachel looks like in

Taste and Hold

.

"So um, you kicked her out of her own apartment?" Keisha asked.

"Yeah, long story, but she listens to me. Not very well, but sometimes." Caroline shrugged. "So what do you want for dinner? I haven't been over here in a while, so I don't know what they have."

"I got a bunch of groceries on Friday, so there's some hamburger... how about home made mac and cheese, we can brown the hamburger and mix that in."

"Yeah OK. How do you know Kate, anyway?" Caroline inquired.

"I really don't. I know Amelia. My cousin is married to her sister, we planned their wedding together and we were their maids of honor. Amelia said she would introduce me to Kate. I thought maybe... well I was kinda looking forward to... but anyway, it was a disaster."

They worked together silently for a while.

"Hey Keisha? I'm really sorry about last night. I didn't know the situation with you and Kate. I wouldn't have let that happen otherwise. I didn't know she was pouring that much alcohol into you."

"Well it wasn't your fault, you don't need to apologize for her. It's not like she is your problem."

"Ah, she kinda is though." Caroline was silent for a while.

Keisha didn't have the faintest idea what that comment was supposed to mean, so she sliced up some carrots.

"Kate gets really jealous, and then she... let's just say she behaves badly," Caroline explained.

"Why would she be jealous of me? I barely know her and she clearly has no interest in me. I think she hates me."

"Not you. Me. We were together for a while. So last night, when she saw us dancing together... she took it out on you."

"I'm not sure how that makes sense," Keisha pondered.

"It doesn't. Welcome to Kate." Then Caroline cocked her head thoughtfully at Keisha. "Are you from Ohio also?"

"Yeah, Toledo."

"So why'd you come over here to meet Kate? I'm sure there's plenty of girls in your school there, right?"

"No. I mean yeah, there probably are but I don't know any. I mean I know lots of girls, just no lesbians. Or maybe some of them are, I just don't know about it."

"I don't mean to be rude, but have you been with a girl before?"

"Well, uh..." Keisha didn't really want to admit that she was a naive virgin. But it was pretty obvious.

"Oh girl," Caroline looked at her sympathetically. "And you thought it would be a good idea for Kate to be your first? Kate is a wild ride. Don't get me wrong, she's a lot of fun, but you should get some practice first before you jump on that horse. I tell you what, I'll take you home with me and give you some lessons. I'll be gentle."

This seemed like a rather strange conversation. Discussing sex lessons as if they were dance lessons wasn't something Keisha expected to happen in real life. OK, maybe in those

crazy stories

that Rambling_Chantrix writes, weird shit like this happens, but this is supposed to be a Love At First Sight story. And so far she's not falling in love. There's no butterflies in her stomach, no dreams of Happily Ever After. But on the other hand, her odds of getting laid have now increased substantially. Well, you can't have it all.

Kate reappeared just in time to eat. Now you could judge her harshly for that, but in truth she was following the instructions of Caroline. Because it was Caroline who texted her and required her to return at the designated time. They had just sat down to eat.

"Kate, you will apologize to Keisha for your conduct this weekend. You know it was intolerable and I shouldn't need to tell you that." The tone Caroline used left no possibility for argument.

"Yeah, no, sorry Keisha. I was pretty shitty to you." There seemed to be genuine remorse there. Not very much though, because Kate was smirking, and Keisha was pretty sure that Kate would go back to her evil ways the minute that Caroline wasn't looking.

"And I will be taking Keisha home with me tonight," Caroline informed Kate.

Kate opened her mouth to argue, but the look on Caroline's face shut her up before she even started.

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Keisha parked her car and grabbed her overnight bag off the seat next to her. She got out and locked up, then saw Caroline waiting for her near the door to the apartment building. She was apparently going to lose her virginity next, and that should be exciting, right? But this felt kind of scripted, like she was in a Literotica story written by an unimaginative author. The stories that she writes are going to be way better than this one.

Caroline didn't say anything until they got inside her apartment.

"Here's the guest bedroom, you can put your stuff in there." She opened a door and flipped on the light.

"Guest bedroom... I thought..."

"Keisha, I'm not going to pressure you into anything that you don't want, OK? I didn't bring you here so that I can fuck you, I took you away from there to protect you from Kate. She can be pretty rough, and a lot of girls like that. But you need to know what you're getting into before you do that, and you don't."

"Oh, so then we're not...??"

"It's up to you Keisha, whatever you want. Do you want to think about it, talk about it?"

What the hell? Do all lesbians talk this much before they have sex? Sure, it was really sweet of Caroline to be so considerate, but Keisha was pretty sure it would all be a lot easier if they just jumped in bed and then dealt with all those questions in the morning. See, this is why she hates those Slow Burn Romances. Shit, this story isn't going to turn into that, is it?

"OK, while you're thinking about it, I'm gonna grab a wine cooler. Do you want one, or are you still hungover?"

"Yeah, I'll take one." Thinking about this wasn't what Keisha wanted to do, because now she was getting all these questions in her head.

"Caroline? You said Kate listens to you, but if you're not together anymore, then why? And why would she get jealous?"

She handed a wine cooler to Keisha. "I was a senior and she was a freshman when we got together, so she's in the habit of looking up to me. And she's in love with me, except she refuses to admit it. It's like... there's this song I really like by Ms Nadine. Here, I'll play it." She opened a cabinet, pushed a few buttons and put a CD in the player.

A moment later "

Desire

" was playing. Above the English lyrics, which Keisha understood, there was a raw passionate voice singing in Spanish that Keisha didn't understand.

When the song ended, Caroline asked, "Do you speak Spanish? No? OK so the Spanish lyrics are saying 'I'm in love with you except I hate that.' That pretty much describes Kate. And the English lyrics - that pretty much describes me."

"Wow. This band is really good, who did you say they are?"

"Ms Nadine. They are British, not very well known in the States. But I'm a huge fan and I have all her CD's. You can stream her stuff too, and follow them on Instagram."

Keisha did know that her primary purpose for being here was to get laid, but since they were already on the subject of the band, she decided to check out their Instagram page.

"Do you know who all these people are? Which one is Ms Nadine?" Keisha was scrolling through photos from a recent tour.

Caroline looked over her shoulder, identifying everyone and relaying anecdotes about each one.

"Who is that?" Keisha asked suddenly, pointing at a photo with two women standing behind the merch table.

"That's Mel. She's Nadine's wife, and also their manager."

"No, I mean that cute strawberry blonde next to Mel." Maybe we can turn this into a Love At First Sight story after all.

"Oh I don't know, probably a roadie. I've never seen her before, but there's always a couple of fans who want to tag along and help with stuff."

The honest blue eyes of Cute Strawberry Blonde were pinning down the camera as she seemed to look right through it and straight into Keisha's soul. Her lips were pursed as if to give a kiss in the middle of laughing, while she waved at the camera. Keisha felt like as if the kiss were meant for her, and her whole body started tingling.

Keisha wondered if it would be bad manners to fantasize about Cute Strawberry Blonde while she was having sex with Caroline. All the romance stories make it sound like a really bad thing to do, but also that everyone did it anyway. But if they were going to have sex, then she had better get going on that. Caroline was still looking over her shoulder, those luscious lips merely inches away, her hot breath on Keisha's cheek. So Keisha kissed her.

----The Sex Scene ------

You Dear and Gentle Readers will have ascertained long ago that your 'umble author is not very good at writing The Sex Scenes. She's not much good at - well never mind any of that.

So we're going to take a shortcut. I'm not going to write it. Here's what we will do instead: each of you can just pop over to one of your favorite hot and sexy stories in your favorites list, and then just pretend that's the one going on between Caroline and Keisha. We've already established that Keisha is pretending that Caroline is Cute Strawberry Blonde, for all we know Caroline is pretending that Keisha is Kate, and then that guy Shakespeare always goes around saying "What's in a name?" So just swap out the names, it will be fine.

In case you don't have a good favorites list, then you could go check out

THBGato's lists

and find something there you will like. And then when you're all finished we can meet back here.

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OK, are we all back now, and everyone has washed their hands? Good then, continuing on...

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Keisha woke up the next morning feeling better than ever. Wow, last night had been fantastic! And the best part is that now she had some first hand experience she could include in her stories. She relished that idea for a moment, thinking about how she was going to describe everything that had happened. That was harder than she expected though. Now that she thought about it, she wasn't really sure what Caroline had been doing most of the time. Her brain had been too busy exploding to keep track of it all.

Well that's inconvenient. Maybe next time she should bring a notepad to bed and keep notes? No, that won't work. She could video record it though. Ah no, she didn't like that either, that would be creepy and gross. Keisha sighed in resignation, there's only one thing to do then: she would have to repeat this several more times. But she took satisfaction in knowing that if her life were a Literotica story, then all of those readers will have been treated to a really juicy sex scene from last night.

She was still in Caroline's bed, but the older woman wasn't; it sounded like she was in the bathroom. And now Keisha started to panic a little because this is always where it gets weird, and that's why she always stops reading at this part of the story and goes to the next one on her list. Except now, this is real life, she can't just skip to the next story and hope that the main characters will get it sorted without her. Usually it's a good sign if your previous night's lover is spooning with you in the morning whispering sweet things in your ear. And it's a bad sign if she is sitting on the edge of the bed facing away from you and says "we need to talk about last night..." But if she's in the bathroom, well that can be anything from just needed to go pee, all the way to her hiding there in hopes that you'll be gone when she comes out. Keisha really wished now that she had not skipped over so much of the dialogue parts of those stories, she had a feeling she was going to need that soon.

Keisha was really good at talking though, she had quite the reputation as a chatterbox. But it was never about anything important. Caroline came out of the bathroom completely naked.

"Good morning, Keisha. How are you doing? The morning after is always weird, so I get it." Caroline pulled a bra and panty from one of her drawers and started getting dressed. She didn't try to fill the silence, just gave Keisha space to process.

"Yeah, it's kinda weird now. But I really liked it, last night, you know... really... like you're amazing. But I'm not... don't think I'm... like I know it was casual and all that and I'm not falling in love or anything... and I know that you're in love with Kate and everything... but it was really great except that I fell asleep right after - sorry about that - and I didn't eat your pussy so I still don't know if I am in favor of that so I want to try it again except not fall asleep in the middle of it - god that's so embarrassing - and I get it that you were just helping me out... like learning how to... do everything but what am I supposed to do now and you probably need to go to work? I should just go back to Toledo now, right? But would it be OK if I take a shower first and I really need coffee is there a good coffee shop close by?"

Caroline listened with amusement as she continued getting dressed. "Yep, all of that. You go take a shower quick. I need to be at work in 40 minutes, but if you hurry we can get coffee together before you hit the road."

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Keisha had a lot to think about as she was driving home, and not just the previous weekend. She should be thinking about getting ready to go back to school in a few months, or getting a job for what remained of the summer. Planning the wedding had been nearly a full time occupation right up until it was successfully accomplished two weeks ago. And then after it was over, she had all the clean up to do, tuxedos to return, final payments to the caterer and others, meetings with the photographer - all of that, while the brides themselves were running around the woods of Michigan fucking like bunnies.

But she was actually thinking about dancing. After starting college, she had more or less stopped. It wasn't a deliberate choice, she just didn't have the time to commit to it. And also, the studio where she had taken lessons her whole life was not close to her college. But then it had been so much fun dancing in the club on Saturday night, more fun than she'd had in a long time. Part of that might have been inspired by the alcohol; a lot of it definitely had been Caroline; but most of it had just been the pure joy of dancing. The first part of the question was easy, she would find somewhere close to college where she could get back into it. The second part was what she was mulling over. What sort of dance? While she had danced ballet for years and was quite proficient, she also wanted to try something new.

Last night while she had been looking at Ms Nadine's site, she'd noticed a link to a video that was something about flamenco. She'd gotten distracted before checking it out though, by that whole losing of her virginity situation. She would have to take a look at that video when she got back home.

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When she got back home, she turned on her computer and went to the site for Ms Nadine. Before long she was engrossed.

This video was named "Dance" and was from a concert they had done in Spain several years ago, some place called Alicante. She didn't know where that was, but it didn't matter. It started with a lone trumpet, something that was vaguely familiar, but in a way that was sensual and threatening at the same time. Keisha was sure she had heard it before; and was equally sure she had never heard it before.

The video broke away from the trumpet and then focused on this awesomely amazing, totally hot, and tragically graceful woman, dancing. Keisha was awed. Her movements didn't exactly follow the music, they completed the music. Her movements explained what the music meant. It was heartbreaking. The trumpet dropped out and Ms Nadine started singing, melancholy and lonely. But the camera stayed on the dancer. Then another woman, clearly her lover, came onto the dance floor and took possession of her. The taller woman dominated and guided her, but at the same time was so obviously enraptured by her. It was impossible to understand which one was in control; maybe neither one. And now the music had become joyful.

The camera jumps to the guitar player, who is executing some fucking insane finger picking. For a second, Keisha thinks that's the same guy who was playing trumpet a second ago. She looked more closely, it really does look like the same guy. He plays trumpet and guitar? When Keisha finally paid attention to the lyrics, she realized the song is "I wanna dance with somebody." But this is not the Whitney version, this looks like a love story. There are tears in her eyes when the song ends with the camera on Ms Nadine as she drops that final "me" like nothing else matters in the universe.