Starting Again

This is the continued story of my neighbor Lisa a 27 year old 5'3" blonde with beautiful blue eyes, I'm 28 years old 5'2" long red hair also with blue eyes, we bounded from the day I moved in & she offered me help with my boxes. We work-out together, went out on Saturdays bar hoping & dancing, I felt wonderful to have a friend to hang out with after moving to the Chicago to take my dream job.

That all changed when we moved in together she became controlling wanting to know where I was and what I was doing at all times. Our apartment seemed like a prison to me, she hovered, went through my phone if I was five minutes late she would explode. She moved to violence pushing me, hitting me I had to get away from her. I moved out and filed a restraining order, still traumatized, I tried to move on.

Six months had passed all I did was go to work and come home to spend my nights alone. No dates, no nights out with friends, I had even stopped loving myself. I had always loved touching, teasing, bringing myself to the brink but I just was never in the mood anymore. I decided to go to a meeting of the battered women's support group I had read about in the paperwork they gave me when I filled the restraining order.

I arrived at the meeting a little before seven, looking around at groups of women talking I saw a table with coffee and cookies. I wandered over to it pouring my self a cub. "I'm Carol" I turned and smiled seeing a tall beautiful blonde woman with dazzling green eyes. Realizing I hadn't responded, how long had it been, say something "HI, I'm Cheryle nice to meet you."

"First time?"

"Yes, is it that obvious."

"We were all there once, nervous, but you had the courage to come that's a start."

Her voice had a soothing quality and I relaxed.

"The meeting is about to start come you can sit with me."

The meetings did help, I was even masturbating again watching my self explore my body in the mirror, having shattering orgasms. I sat with Carol every week we started going for coffee after the meetings. I looked forward to seeing her every week, slowly she drifted into my fantasies, I imagine kissing her, touching her, licking her.

The night she asked me if I like to go dancing with her I was tingling all over. I tried not to sound to eager has we made plans for Saturday night. I was so excited when Saturday finally came, what to wear? I picked a tight black dress with black strappy heels. We met our favorite diner were we went for coffee after meetings. I entered to see her sitting in our favorite booth, she stood up wearing a gorgeous blue dress with matching pumps.

"you look great."

"Your gorgeous, sweetheart."

Did I really say that! She put money on the table and we were out the door in a flash. The short walk to the club seemed to go on forever, anticipation, we arrived at the club entering to loud music blaring in our ears. We got drinks and found a table sipping our drinks waiting for a good song to dance to. Werewolf's of London started I love that song. Grabbing Carol's hand and pulling her up to the dance floor we started dancing. We drank and danced shaking our bodies to the music I was having a great time.

Taking a break we returned to our table taking our seats seemed closer together our bodies touching now. Wonderful, I felt wonderful, I had come so far down the long road back. Her hand was on my arm, I turned into those sparkling green eyes, her succulent lips, scrumptious, luscious lips I needed to kiss her. Leaning forward our lips met softly, tenderly we kissed, our mouths slowly opening to allow our tongues to enter. Lost in the moment of the first kiss never wanting this moment to end.

Carol saved me showed me how to survive. How lucky I was to have met her at that first meeting. Now laying naked in her arms I remember that first kiss, her first hello to that nervous girl at the battered women's support group. I nibble her ear kissing down her neck to her breast biting her nipple hearing her moans lowering further to her wetness tasting her juices. We don't go for coffee after meetings anymore we rush home instead to make love.