"Well it was pretty fucking amazing." Cara said, sitting up. She laughed again deliriously. "Are you certain you haven't known your way around a woman before?
I laughed too. "Yeah, I said, suddenly feeling a bit bashful again. That was honestly my first time."
"Well you were fucking awesome at it." She said.
I beamed.
"You know what this means though?" she said,
I grinned. That smile of hers again...
"What?" I said playfully, my heart skipping a beat.
"Well I hate to say this..." Cara said, her tone growing suddenly serious. "But..." She leaned in towards me, her lips a hairsbreadth from mine.
"Well" I said a little breathlessly.
She kissed me once, gently, so gently, as she leaned in to whisper in my ear.
"Sadie, you're really, really gay."
I laughed hysterically. And as she pulled away I could see the humor dancing in her eyes.
"Shit, I know!" I said. "I honestly really knew the minute I met you I think."
"Really?" Cara said. She sounded surprised.
"Really. That day I met you in the park? God you were so beautiful. I honestly wanted to take you right then and there against the garden bench," I said embarrassedly.
"Really! I had no idea." Cara said with a laugh. "I really wanted you too. But I never dreamed you'd feel the same way. I thought you were just being friendly and I didn't want to scare you away. I didn't even know you were gay. But after you gave me your number, I just had to see you again. I just had to see if maybe I was wrong and maybe you did like me after all."
She laced her fingers in mine and squeezed.
"Well, I'm really glad you did," I said, "Because you, Cara, are extraordinary." I leaned in to kiss her once more. "Let's do it again!"
***
The drive to Cara's flat felt agonizingly long. The only thing that made it halfway bearable was the warm pressure of her palm on my inner thigh. It was the only tangible thing I could cling to, to tell me that this wasn't all just some perfect dream. At last when I didn't think I could possibly stand it any longer, we arrived. It was an older building, one of the more historical ones like Margot's. It was infinitely quieter though. I climbed up the stairs with her holding her hand tightly fast in mine, my fingers perspiring. I smiled clandestinely at her. My heart was again pounding hard in my chest. She pulled out her keys and unlocked the door, revealing a clean, surprisingly modern living space. It led straight into the kitchen, which though snug, was cozy, with butcher-block countertops and warm oak cabinets that gave it a homey feel. She placed her keys in a dish by the door and I noticed a framed photograph on the table beside it. It was of a small girl that I assumed must be Cara, about nine or ten lying on her stomach on the floor petting a fluffy collie. Cuddled up on either side of her were two boys. Her brothers? I wondered. They were only faces to me still. Faces of people I didn't know. A part of her life that existed apart from me. A part I desperately wanted to know.
She went to the fridge and opened it. Would you like something to drink? She asked. "I only have wine., unfortunately. Do you like red?"
"I do actually," I said. "I'd love some, thanks," I wandered into the living area and was surprised to find it had a fireplace. I padded across the thick, Nordic rug and took a seat on the couch. She poured two glasses and came over to me, handing me one.
"Thank you," I said and took a dainty sip, and then a bigger one. It was a good merlot, and maybe it would help to settle my nerves. I felt like there were a flock of butterflies lodged in my stomach. I glanced over at her. She took a sip of hers as well and met my gaze over the rim. Is she nervous too? I wondered for the first time. It was different though, I thought, being here in her apartment. It felt more intimate, surrounded by pieces of her life. I sensed this was not a place she often brought people.
"I have a bit of a confession," she said at last, pushing her legs apart on the ground and shuffling her feet nervously. "I have actually never brought a woman back here. Usually, we would ummm, just get a hotel room for the night or something, or we'd end up at her place. This is different for me." She held my gaze. "You're different Sadie."
She slid her hand over mine where it rested on the couch. Her words thrilled me. I felt special, privileged. Of all the women Cara had no doubt been with it was me she wanted to share this part of herself with. Me she wanted to see her home.
I wrapped my fingers around hers more tightly and started to slide my hand over, inching it as I did so closer and closer to my thigh. I looked up at her, and Cara's hand relaxed, letting me take the lead.
I slid it all the way up my skirt until her fingers were touching the inside of my thigh, letting her feel how flushed my skin had become, how I could already feel the moisture saturating through the fabric and onto her fingers. I was already starting to breathe harder. Seizing the moment, Cara started to expertly rub her thumb over the area back and forth. I moaned and felt my toes curl in my shoes. It didn't take more than a second for Cara to get on my lap, straddling me with her long legs, kissing me hard, probing my tongue with hers as she sucked me down, pulling at my hair with her free hand as she just rubbed closer and closer towards my vulva. Her fingers expertly slid underneath the crotch of my panties and stretched them away, letting me feel the firm pressure of her thumb against my clit! God this was everything I'd ever wanted, God her hands felt so good! I got up on my knees, pulled her up and continued kissing her. I kissed her as if I would swallow her whole, reveling in how soft they were before dragging them away for a split second to gave her a teasing grin. I put my hands on her waist and I could feel her breath hot against my skin as she moved to suck on my neck. I let out little whimper, "mmhhh Cara...God I want your mouth all over me!"
Her teeth grazed my neck and I gasped in surprise. Her strong arms were wrapped around me, holding me to her chest and I could feel how toned her arms were, the supple muscles in them, feel her nipples straining against her shirt! I felt myself melting, falling into her as she slid her hands down my back, supporting me. One of her hands strayed down my chest and her fingers tugged at it, as if asking for permission. I gave a moan in response. Skillfully, she slipped the shirt over my head, and as she did so her eyes flicked downwards to take in my bra. It was a black, lace, sheer, with floral scalloping along the edges, the subtle curve of the balconette shape setting my breasts to best advantage. For a moment she paused, admiring it; she traced one of her fingers along the delicate edge, slipped it under the dip where the fabric settled around my cleavage. She bit her bottom lip slightly and flicked it with her tongue hungrily. I felt a rush run through my body at the sight.
"God, you're breathtaking." She said almost reverently.
Her lips moved in to kiss me, caressing me gently, running her tongue against the topmost part of my breasts. I groaned and thrust my head back, leaning into her mouth, letting her explore every inch of me. I could feel my pulse thrumming in my neck; I was torn between wanting to linger in the sensuousness of her tongue on my skin forever and wanting her hands to rip everything off me. Her tongue strayed down my neck, my clavicle, her hands running through my hair and then down my back, rubbing against the clasp of my bra, slowly undoing it as she pressed me against her chest...I could feel her heart beating steadily as the clasp came undone. She kissed me again with renewed fervor, her hands sliding the straps from my shoulders and kissing each of them as my bra completely fell away. Her skin was so warm! Her lips tasted like pulpy sweet fruit, her hair like fresh peaches around me as her hands slid up my sides and finally cupped my breasts. Her hands felt like warm bath water but more luxurious as she fondled them gently, running her thumbs against the sides of them, making my soft nipples harden. I tangled my hands in her hair and pushed her down encouragingly, moaning with pleasure. Her head slid down further, burying between my breasts and I gave a low sigh as she started to kiss them, her mouth sucking on them. Her tongue slid up and licked between them and I yelped with pleasure, pressing my hands into her hair and holding her down as she sent rivers of pleasure running feverishly through my body.
Desperately, my fingers scrambled to tug at the base of her shirt and seeing my need, she stopped long enough to pull herself up to slide it off of her head with such experience that I was reminded she had probably done this many times before. But far from being jealous, I was highly aroused. She was wearing a form-fitting, thin, black, sports bra and I could see her nipples clearly poking through the fabric. Seeing me looking, she took full advantage of my desire and straddling me with her knees she stretched her arms up over her head, and slid the bra over, putting them on full display. They bounced a bit pleasantly as she tossed the bra aside, and she allowed me a few moments to gaze at them unimpeded. God they were perfect! I thought to myself. They were shapely and round with gorgeous pink nipples. I could touch them forever and never tire of running my hands over them! After I'd had my fill of the view, she leaned back down and pressed herself against me once more, sliding up between my splayed legs. I could feel the fullness of her breasts against me as she murmured softly, "I really want to fuck you, so, so bad." The ardent desire in her voice was enough to kill me as her hand slipped down my leg, along my thigh and down my calf before sliding all the way under my skirt until it was lost from my view.
"I'd really like to take this off if you don't mine," she said. I nodded wordlessly and helping her, together we pushed the waistband of my skirt down my body, over my thighs, past my calves, down my raised knees, until she could slide it off my legs. Now I was wearing nothing but the lace thong that matched the bra I'd been wearing earlier. In all the time I'd never felt so naked before, so exposed. My body was on fire but I trembled as if I were cold.