Peter was the love of my life, before I discovered his sister, Adrian.
It was all on accident, really. We had been going steady for a few weeks when she texted him that she was in town. We went out to eat at this cozy little brunch place in town. When I first saw her, I thought she was a guy. She was getting off her motor cycle across the parking lot, her leather jacket hiding the knock out figure that lay underneath. When she took off her helmet and shook out her long blonde hair, I felt my knees get weak and almost tripped over my heels.
Peter broke my fall, but he couldn't catch the butterflies that had begun to flutter in my belly.
Brunch was awkward and uneventful, for Peter at least. As he got lost in the sound of his own voice I got lost in Adrian's beauty. Her face was chiseled like a model's, thin but not frail, eyes sunken in but with cerulean blue waiting to pop out and color my world. She had set her jacket on the back of her chair, and now I got to admire her perfect C cup breasts, just poking out over her push up camisole, waiting to be attended to.
The waiter brought us the check at the end, and Adrian swiped it up like it was free money. "I'm always happy to take care of my twin brother and his gorgeous girlfriend," she said, "But perhaps Chelsea can return the favor sometime?"
My heart began to race, but I kept my cool. I offered to take her out to dinner later that week and get to know her a little better.
The days leading up to my dinner with Adrian passed by frighteningly slow. I was going to make a great friend with good taste, or at least I hoped she thought I tasted good. What's gotten into me? I had never wanted to be with another woman before, and I knew that I liked penis very much. Hell, I didn't even know if Adrian was into women. All I did know was that as the days kept creeping along, I kept creeping her facebook. Then one day I found the picture that changed everything: Adrian and another girl, kissing and holding each other.
Hopefully, I would be just as lucky.
We met up at a posh Italian restaurant at sun set. Adrian's figure was hugged by a red halter dress and silver bangles cuffed her wrists. She asked me about my life, staring attentively as I answered and drank wine. After about my third glass, I got up the courage.
"So have you been in a relationship lately?"
She sighed, "Well, there was this one guy. He was really into, let's just say he liked it a bit too hot for my taste. It didn't last long," my heart sunk into my chest, "but I did find some new things I liked, so it's all good." "Like what?" "Well, Chelsea I don't know you very well. You might be put off by it." "I don't know, I teach high school so I've pretty much seen it all."
I couldn't help myself, looking down her bosom as I ended my sentence. She didn't miss a beat, and her innocent smile became a sexy smirk.
"After dinner, let me show you."
We went back to her apartment after our first meal was finished. We sat down on her plush sofa. There was an awkward silence, but then I could not hold in my desire any longer. I grabbed her head in my hands and kissed her. She kissed me back, her tongue making its way past my glossed gates and into my mouth. We explored each other's mouths for a good ten minutes before taking it into her bed room.
"Adrian, I've never done this with a woman before," I said as she say me down. "Don't worry, I was nervous when I first tried it too. Let's just say it's like being with a man who actually knows what you want."
I nodded, and let her lay me back and pin me down with her embrace. She sat up and began to remove my blouse. Then she turned around and let me un-zip her dress. She turned around, and began making her way down my body. She began kissing my lips, her luscious pair making stops behind my ear and then at the nipples.
