Chapter 3 New Yor (part2)

Dear Readers: Bec and Charlie agree on a visit to Northampton, perhaps as a new home for them together. Charlie instigates some sex, which is described in a graphic and detailed manner. I hope you enjoy.

A Love So Beautiful

Chapter 3: New York - Request (Part 2)

Charlie grinned at me, got up and went into the bedroom, as I filled our flutes with the last of the champagne. I turned off all the lights in the sitting room, shut down my laptop, and headed to the bedroom.

As I walked into the bedroom Charlie had the pillows stacked against the headboard, the sheet pulled up to her waist, with just the two night table lights on, grinned at me, and asked, "When did you sneak in here and pull down all the bedding?"

I handed her a flute, chuckled, and said, "When you dibbed first peeing."

I climbed onto the bed, pulled the sheet up to my waist, looking at Charlie's modest breasts, her large, light pink areolas, her nipples at full attention, lust flared in my body, but I tamped it down, we needed to talk.

Charlie grinned at me, "You horndog, stop staring at my tits!"

I laughed, "You got me. I can't help myself, there are so beautiful to look at, and more," as I waggled my eyebrows.

"I thought we needed to talk."

"We do, but that doesn't shut down my desire when I see your naked body."

"So, we are going to talk?"

"Yes, unfortunately we need to."

"Damn."

I snickered, "First question is easy."

"Okay, fire away."

"Tell me the tale of why you now sport a free-range pussy?"

Charlie laughed, "I should have known. I have never talked to anybody about hirsute topics as much as I have with you. There is a couple of reasons."

I giggled, "I am curious."

"I get to hear why you have hairy armpits in exchange."

"Deal."

"Well as you well know I have always had a trimmed triangle of pubic hair, unlike someone else."

"Moi?"

Charlie giggled, "Yes, you. Anyway, I was having an intimate encounter with a woman about three years ago. On our first night together, she encountered my trimmed bush and told me that it needed to go. As you can guess she was completely hairless down there. I said that's me. That seemed to be the end of the conversation. We had sex that night. Fun, physical sex.

"We hooked back up the next weekend. We were getting all hot and bothered, and she went down on me again, stopped, and in a tone of disgust she said, 'That needs to go.' That pissed me off and I told her 'My hair stays, you, however, need to go.' Oh, was she pissed off. She immediately got up, dressed, and left. Never saw her again."

"I guess not everybody likes hair. I have never had any one bitch about it, maybe a comment, but nobody has ever told me it needed to go. Some people even enjoy it."

"Moi?"

"Yes, you. You are definitely cool about hair. What was the other reason?"

"Shit, I did say there were two reasons, didn't I? Me and my big mouth."

"So?"

Charlie got as red as I have ever seen her blush.

She sighed, "Okay, I guess I have to tell you. It's embarrassing."

She downed the last of her champagne, snickered, and told me she needed to get something from her bag, and when she came back I had to close my eyes.

"Why do I need to close my eyes?"

"You just have to, or I don't tell you the other reason."

I downed the last of my champagne, sighed purposely loudly, as if put out about the whole thing, and said, "Oh, okay," in a pouting tone.

Charlie laughed, and said, "Do it or you get nothing you pouty little bitch."

"Geez, I'm hurt now, but okay. Tell me when I need to close my eyes, and I promise I will."

Charlie laughed, "Hurt, my ass. Off I go."

She got out of bed and started walking to the parlor room in all her naked beauty. I gave her a well-deserved wolf whistle. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled at me.

A minute later I heard her say, "Close your eyes. Put your hands over them too."

"My goodness, you are treating this like it is national security secrets."

"Just do it!"

I closed my eyes and put my hands over them.

"Very good. Stay that way until I say okay."

"Will do."

I heard Charlie come into the room, get back into the bed, and what sounded like paper being put on the bed. She pulled the sheet back up and said, "Okay, you can open your eyes now."

I looked over at her, she was still blushing, but I didn't see anything on the bed. I assume she had put whatever it was she brought in under the sheet.

She looked at me nervously, and said, "I ended up so pissed at the woman and her disgust with my pubic hair I decided, then and there, I was just going to let it grow as it would naturally. So, I let it grow. About two months later I was back to full hair. At first, I didn't think anything about it, but one night I got horny and masturbated. I came like I had never cum before from masturbating. A couple of nights later I did it again and came like a banshee again. After the second time I was just playing with my fingers through my pubic hair, and I realized why I became so aroused when I masturbated. Any idea why?"

"I have no idea."

Charlie giggled, her blush was all the way down her face, chest, and abdomen, and she said, softly, "Because it reminded me of you, and your natural pubic hair."

Now I was blushing, "Really, you think that's why?"

"As I said I have never cum like that from masturbating and then twice in a row. I did, however, test my theory the next night. And wallah, it happened again. So yes, I am sure my association with my now natural pubic hair to yours was causing me to climax stronger. Would you like to see what I often use to make me aroused when I feel like pleasuring myself?"

Still blushing strongly, down my chest also, "Okay."

Charlie reached under the sheet by her side and pulled out a thick, dog-eared, home printed manuscript, with a plethora of small Post-it index tabs, and tossed it onto my lap.

I picked it up and gasped, "Charlie, is this the smut version of my memoir of us I wrote for you in college?"

Charlie laughed, "None other."

I couldn't help it, tears began to fall, "I...I...I can't believe you still have it."

Charlie smiled at me, "The tabs are the hot sex parts. It has gotten a lot of use over the years. Now do you understand why I was so embarrassed."

I didn't say a word, I placed the manuscript beside me on the bed, and I tearfully wrapped myself around her and had a good cry. Charlie giggled and wrapped her arms around me as I cried into her shoulder.

I cried for a couple of minutes, then I sat back up. I looked over at Charlie, "I can't believe you kept that all these years."

"Why? It was your gift to me that first Christmas we were together. I have kept because you wrote about us and our beginning as a couple. You bared all the problems you had accepting yourself for who you were, are. It detailed our love affair, if only for the first three months. It was a damn good read, and it was hot! I was shocked when I first started reading but I realized you were sharing our most intimate moments with me. Thoughts you felt as we made love, and when we just fucked each other's brains out. Thoughts I never knew. It was all about us. It was our story. Of course, I kept it. It has, however, had a hard life," she giggled when she said that.

"I still have the saved manuscript. I could print a new copy."

Charlie smiled at me, "Maybe, at some point, but this tattered copy of our story has been an important part of my life for many years, I treasure it."

A couple of tears fell from my eyes, "I love you."

A tear dropped onto Charlies cheek, with others threatening, "As I love you."

"I didn't think this through very well. Be right back," I said, as I slid out of the bed.

"What are you doing?"

"We have no tissues. Us two together, especially me, generally demands the presence of tissues."

Charlie just laughed. Then she watched as I walked into the parlor room and returned with a box of tissues. The light of lust in her eyes as she stared at my naked body as I returned caused a swell of wetness in my vagina.

As I put the box on the night table near my side of the bed, and slid back onto the bed, pulling the sheet up to my waist, "It is nice to see I am not the only horndog in the room."

Charlie laughed, "True. Woof."

I reached over, grabbed some tissues, and we wiped our faces clean.

Charlie looked down at her hand holding the used tissues and then looked at me with an eyebrow raised, and I snickered and said, "Just toss them on the floor. I'll get them collected in the morning and put in a trash bucket."

Charlie chuckled, then made a grand gesture of her tossing the tissues on the floor. I laughed and copied her with mine.

"Your turn now. Pit hair?"

I chuckled, and nodded, "Okay. In Northampton my closest neighbors are Olivia and her wife Rochelle, wonderful people. You will, I hope, get to know them well. Anyway, Olivia is a strident lesbian. She can be outspoken at times but usually pursues her causes and beliefs quietly. One of her most important causes is fighting against the patriarchal influence in our society, which I agree with her on that.

"One way she declares her independence from that influence is she does not shave, anything. She does loudly share her opinion concerning the whole-body hair debate. So, in a show of support, as Rochelle also does, I no longer shave my pits. I was fearful at first, it is such a widely accepted social norm, but my hair came in fairly sparse, so it does not strongly bring one's eye to them, but it is still armpit hair, and not shaving is a not a popular stance, but c'set la vie.

"Rochelle and I both stop at pit hair. We both still shave our legs. I like the feel of a woman's smooth hairless legs. I think my kink with hosiery may be linked to that somewhat. But anyway, Olivia does not harass Rochelle and I over our choice, she knows the societal pressure beginning on day one of a female's puberty. She knows that Rochelle and I both enjoy the look and feel of a woman's shaved legs, and every once in a while, Olivia will admit that shaved legs are sexy and erotic. I shaved for you tonight.

"So, that is why I now have armpit hair. It is a protest. Small, quiet, but noticeable all the same."

Charlie smiled at me, "My shy, introverted, maybe a lesbian, has gone and become a bohemian lesbian. I noticed your legs are soft and smooth as being freshly shaved."

I giggled, "Perhaps. But I am not burning any bras. Too damn expensive!"

We both snickered, and then I looked into Charlie's eyes, and asked, "Have you been in love with anyone else other than me?"

Charlie sighed quietly, "No I have not. I have had affairs, relationships, whatever you want to call them, but none blossomed into love. The closest was Michelle, but that changed when she wanted to be my personal assistant. Which blew up today. How about you?"

Quietly I said, "Once. I still love her as a dear friend, but we have not been together for over a year. In fact, I set her up with her current lover."

Charlie asked, "Why would you set up your lover with another woman?"

"For that precise reason, I loved her."

"Explain, please."

I told her about Holly, and how we had become lovers and when I moved to Northampton to be an adjunct professor at Smith College, we lived together for about eighteen months.

"Then two things happened. I found a charming farmhouse up for sale. I knew immediately upon seeing it, and with the walk through, I wanted this house. After the inspection I made an offer, and it was accepted.

"At the same time, starting earlier then my stumbling upon the farmhouse, I ended up filling for an English professor who had a family emergency. It ended up being I took over the course for just over a month. The TA for the course was a senior student named Gertrude.

"Gert, as everybody called her, at her request, did not like her name but it was a family name, and she was the lucky one to be named so. She was, in her own words, the dreaded

plain Jane,

which at first, I would have agreed with. As I got to know this young woman, I discovered she was one of the most beautiful people I have ever met.

"She was kind, caring, compassionate, empathetic, intelligent, wise beyond her years, funny. She was a joy to be with, we hit it off from the beginning and we became good friends. As I grew to know her, I found myself seeing her, while not a woman who would turn heads, as a pretty woman. I believe knowing her and who she was changed my perception as to her attractiveness.

"I moved to the farmhouse during this time. Holly was stuck in a lease and had to stay at her apartment. It was hard on her with my moving out. I had always told Holly that I could not give her all my heart, even though I did love her. It was a bad situation.

"I felt badly about Holly. One day Gert and I were talking while we were going through some papers when I realized that Gert would get along well with Holly. I am no matchmaker, but the more I thought about it the more it seemed right. I felt and hoped these two women could be more than friends. My biggest hope was that Gert could give Holly the love I could not. Holly deserved someone who loved her, heart and soul, and that Holly would return that love.

"So, I set-up a lunch with myself, Gert, and Holly. I arranged with Olivia to call me during the lunch telling me there was a problem at the farmhouse that needed my immediate attention. Holly and Gert were acquaintances, so I told them I had to leave, put some money on the table since lunch was my idea, and told them to enjoy the lunch. They both said they could help; I told them their aid was not needed, just enjoy the lunch and I would see them again soon. My scheme worked beyond all but my most ridiculous hopes for the two. The lunch was on a Friday and the two ended up spending the weekend with each other.

"Holly came over to my house that Monday and told me that she and Gert wanted to try being a couple. I was ecstatic for them. Holly told me she still loved me but knew there was no future for us as a couple. I hugged her and told her I was happy for her and Gert. Then she asked why I had done what I had done. She had figured out it was a set-up. I told her because I loved her and I wanted her to be loved, and love, as she desired and deserved."

Charlie looked at me with moist eyes, "That's a helluva story. So, it really has worked out for them?"

"It has. They are living together and love each other deeply."

"Wow."

"Sometimes wild, crazy ideas work. I can't be happier this is one of those times."

Charlie chuckled, "My Bohemian lesbian, is a matchmaker also. Who knew?"

I snickered, "Gert is part of why I am here."

"How so?"

"I was having a bad day during that time I was subbing for that professor, and Gert could tell something was bothering me and asked me what was wrong. I told her I was thinking of us and how we had become separated during our lives, and that I was still deeply in love with you. I told Gert I would never love anyone as I loved you.

"She told me, 'While our past is our present it does not have to be our future.'

"I asked her what she meant, she said 'Where we are right now is driven by our past, it predicated our current present, but that does not mean our future needs to be driven by that past. The future is ours to make.'

"That conversation and Gert's assertion rooted itself in my mind. I began thinking about us, and if maybe, just maybe, we could become what we once were, again. It was a month or so later When I was listening to that playlist and that song came on and overwhelmed me. Which resulted in me making this trip."

Charlie smiled at me, her eyes a bit moister, a tissue dabbed her eyes, and she said, "I like this Gert, and I haven't even met her yet."

A tear fell from my eye, I grabbed a tissue and did some dabbing myself.

"As I said, she is an extraordinary person. It is possible she will end up being the major reason that brings two different couples together in love."

"You and me, and Holly and Gert?"

"Yes. As you know, that is why I am here."

Charlie sniffled, "Yeah I know that."

"Charlie, I need to ask you something else before I get to the meat of why I am here. I have a request I want to ask you, but I want you to know something else about me."

"What do you mean something else about you?"

I looked into her reddish eyes, filled with concern, and smiled, "Charlie it is nothing bad, nothing is wrong, but I have changed a bit, and I need to know how you feel about what I am going to tell you."

"Rebecca, just tell me, you are starting to scare me."

"I don't mean to, and I am sorry I did," I sighed, took a deep breath, "It is a bit embarrassing but here goes. You have teased me as being a Bohemian lesbian, and, in a way, I have become one. Have you ever had multiple lovers?"

"Yes, at times I have had multiple lovers. So, what about it?"

"I mean at the same time," I could feel my blush blossoming throughout my body, and a fear I could lose Charlie.

Charlie looked at me, her eyes wide, her mouth agape, silent for a moment, then, softly, "Like a threesome or something?"

I was barely able to get the word out, I was so nervous, softly, "Yes."

Charlie sat staring at me for several moments, then a slight smile crossed her face, "Are you serious, or are you pulling my leg as a joke?"

Again softly, "I am not teasing you. I am serious."

Charlie nervously giggled, "No, I have never had multiple lovers at the same time. Oh my god, you have, really?"

I swallowed hard, "Yes."

Charlie started laughing, "You had me scared shitless there was something wrong with you. I mean like you were dying or something. Threesomes huh, or more? Wow, we have come a long way baby, wow."

I sighed loudly, as my breath rushed out from my lungs, I didn't realize I had been holding it.

I looked into her eyes, they seemed to be full of mirth now, she was smiling broadly at me, "Just threesomes. Are you okay with that?"

"Oh my god, yes. That is so far from what I was fearing. It is completely unexpected. This from the girl who had problems with admitting she was a lesbian, who had problems admitting she loved a woman, fearful of public displays of affection? Who are you, and what have you done with my Rebecca?"

I giggled, my blush was in full swing, I pulled Charlie into a tight hug for a couple of minutes, just holding myself against her. Charlie held me tightly, knowing I needed her to do just that, until I finally let her go. Another tissue dabbing away those pesky tears that were threatening to start falling.

Charlie, stared at me, then with a smirk, she said, "Tell me about this."

"Are you sure?"

"Oh, shit yes. You tell me you have participated in threesomes and think I don't want to know," she shook her head, "Spill the beans girl!"

I giggled, "Well, the first time was with Holly. She had been having an affair with this Asian woman she had met at her favorite Chinese restaurant and we just kind of fell into the whole threesome deal. You will meet her, I guarantee this. Her name is Suki. She isn't quite five feet tall, stunningly attractive, absolutely loves sex. She has the hairiest bush I have ever seen, and is funny, outrageous at times, fearless, and is like a small, powerful dynamo when it comes to sex."

Charlie was laughing out loud, "How do you fall into a threesome?"

I laughed, "One night I was sitting on the bed at Holly's waiting for her to come home from work. When she arrived, I heard another voice, and then Holly came into the room dragging this small Asian behind her before I could react. You should know I was naked except for some sheer black thigh high stockings; Holly has the same kink as I do concerning hosiery.