Just a Girl
Funny thing about it is she certainly isn't 'just a girl'. She's so much more than that. She's funny, caring, charismatic and beautiful all wrapped up in one neat package. The kind of package you can't wait to open on Christmas morning. The kind of girl that makes your heart pound and your palms sweat. You know the type I'm talking about. They are certainly rare. Some people never get to meet anyone like that, but I certainly did.
She was in my life for many years. My confidant and co-conspirator in just about everything we did. Wanting to spend each and every minute of each and every day was just not enough for me. I always wanted more. More of her time, more of her laughter, more of her just being with me from sun up to sun down. Not to mention of course, she was always in my dreams. As much as I tried not to think and dream about her when we weren't together, the more the desire would build inside me. I knew she was 'straight', even though she never asked me about my sexuality as I think she just knew and understood.
We worked at a large company in the same department together and right from the first moment I saw her I knew she was special. I asked someone who she was and they told me she was 'just a girl' that use to work at the company and was a rehire assigned to our department. Boy, were they wrong. She was not 'just a girl' to me, anyway. Once we made our acquaintances, she told me she was married at that time but wasn't happy. I couldn't imagine how anyone would not want to be with her as she said it was a marriage of convenience and that they had very little love for one another.
After a couple of years our relationship really started to heat up. Many times she would kid around and drop sexual innuendoes but I knew she was straight and not interested in my physically. It wasn't long after she was officially divorced that we started spending a lot of time together at her apartment.
One Saturday night, after consuming an entire bottle of wine and a romantic movie, I told her I needed to get home as it was getting late. She grabbed by hand and said,
"Why don't you sleep over tonight? I have that big king size bed in there and its just going to waste with just me in it every night."
I didn't know how to take it as I felt the slight tingle of sexual energy surge though me when she grabbed my hand. I knew she was straight and had a few former male lovers before she married the last guy. I didn't think she was into girls, but her flirting with me for a few weeks now got me to thinking that perhaps she did want to get physical with me. She knew I was attracted to females and we did have a great relationship without the sex piece. I was so confused, but I didn't want to over think it. I was a little sloshed and felt that I really shouldn't drive home, even though my apartment was close by.
"Ok. I guess I can crash on your sofa tonight." I told her.
"On the sofa? No way! Your sleeping with me tonight whether you like it or not!" she said with a demanding voice.
"All right. I'll stay. Can you give me a T-shirt to sleep in?"
"I could, but I sleep naked. You don't have to wear anything either. I won't mind. It'll be fun, "she said
"I think you've had too much wine!" I answered not knowing what to say.
I must have turned every shade of red and just stood there contemplating her words as I watched her disappear into the bathroom. After a few minutes she came out wearing only her bathrobe and grabbing my hand said,
"Come on. Lets get naked together!' as she lead me into the bedroom.
I watched as she took off her robe and slipped under the comforter. She wasn't embarrassed at all about showing me her body. Boy, I thought she was beautiful. She had full rounded breasts, a cute ass and beautiful legs.
I sat at the opposite end of the bed and began to take off my clothes, folding and placing them on a nearby chair. She watched with a huge smile on her face as I took my sneakers off as my jeans and panties followed.
Getting under the comforter I placed my arms outside the covers and stood a few feet from her, nervous as hell.
"You can get closer. I won't bite", she teased.
"I don't know if this is such a good idea Katie', I said reluctantly. As soon as the words left my lips I regretted saying them. I thought it was what I
had
to say.
"Why not? Don't you find me attractive? You like women and the last time I checked I
am
a woman!"
I thought for a few minutes and without answering, I scooted over to her side of the bed as we both turned onto our sides. Facing each other, I whisked her hair back and kissed her gently on the lips just to test the waters and see how she reacted.
As our lips parted, we realized we were lying there starring into each other's eyes. It seemed as though we were acknowledging the fact that we were both naked together in her bed and we both knew things were never going to be the same between us ever again. Neither of us seemed to care as we felt the sexual heat building between us after that first little kiss.
There was no need for me to answer her question on weather or not I found her attractive. I wanted to
show
her how I felt. She started moaning as my fingers began to trail down to her breasts, circling her nipples as they stood firm to my touch.
"Oh, Barb I was so hoping you would want to be with me like this for the longest time'.
"Really?" I said as I continued to kiss her neck and make my way down to her boobs asking myself the entire time if I was dreaming or not. There was definitely heat and passion between us as we embraced. I couldn't wait to taste her. I had been waiting for this moment forever and the realization that it was finally going to happen made me crazy with lust.
Our naked bodies touching each other in all the right places, giving us pleasure. The reality of the moment that we were making love sunk in. You can imagine something a million times in your mind, but when it really happens, you become frozen. Kind of shocked at what is taking place. But yes, it was really happening I kept telling myself.
Playfully, she rolled over and jumped on top of me, straddling my thighs. I felt her sex against my bare skin and it started to drive me wild. I was looking up at her and trying to imagine what she was up to.
"I've wondered what it would be like to make love to you and now I have my chance", she said with a sly smile.
Leaning in, she began to kiss my torso with little butterfly kisses. Our hands still clasped together. I closed my eyes so that I could remember her image and what was happening as every cell in my body now stood at attention. I wanted to keep it fresh in my mind for the times when I would recall this very moment when she wasn't with me.
She was exquisite. I loved the way her skin smelled as my body pulsated with waves of pleasure at the mere touch of her hands on my flesh. I kissed my way from her feet to her thighs and planted my lips on her making her scream out loud as we continued to please each other. Our relationship had now become one of friendship and forbidden passion. It became our most private secret as we continued our daily routines and our lovemaking at night.
To say that sex between us was the best I had ever had would be putting it mildly. I do believe that it is because of the way I feel about her and not so much her physical appearance. It's the anticipation of being intimate that heightens my sexual awareness whenever I'm within three feet of her. My mind retreats to an erotic place where only she and I exist. No one and nothing matters except the two of us and how we feel about each other.
For a newbie, she was very good at pleasing me. I think it was because she knew me inside and out and knew what I liked. Kissing her was always memorable. We would get lost just kissing eachother each and every time we made love. It was almost hard to believe that I was the first woman she was ever with. She seemed so experienced and really got into it whenever we got together, often commenting about how much she loved sharing her body with me.
We kept our relationship under wraps at work, not wanting anyone to know we were a couple. That was fine with me. The secret between us was intoxicating. I watched as different guys came on to her wanting to ask her out on a date, but she always refused, telling them she already had someone in her life. I knew that person was me. I was over the moon knowing I was the one who consumed her world just as much as she consumed mine.
Then the thought occurred to me that she might not accept a male's advances, but what would she do if a female approached her romantically? I guess a subconscious part of my brain thinks that someday she might leave me for someone else weather it be a male or female.
I suddenly realized that I had unleashed that in her and asked myself if she would ever want to be with another woman. Those thoughts circled my brain of how experienced she was making love to me for the first time. I suddenly remembered my first time with a woman and knew it was nothing short of unfulfilling for my then partner. That afternoon at lunch, I came right out and asked her.
"So, I see Mark from payables asked you out on a date", I said waiting for her to confirm what I had heard.
"Yeah. That's never gonna happen."
"Because he's a guy?"
