Tell It To My Heart Ch 03

Author's notes: As always, I'd like to thank my friend, LittleAlison for her help, guidance, and encouragement. (also a great author on this site- check out her story

Sisters

) I wouldn't know the joy of writing without her in my life. Next, a HUGE thank you to my editor Macktosh (also a great writer on this site) for taking on such a Herculean task of editing my 28k word story. Andi's early life was as wild and crazy as it was a struggle. I don't expect everyone to have the time to read this chapter in one sitting. But I'm positive you will enjoy it.

Tell It To My Heart

Chapter 3

Andi's Past Adventures

The Good - The Bad - The Ugly

So now I'll tell you the same story I told Lilly that night inside Aunt Charlie's Lounge.

The night that we kissed for the first time.

A kiss that I thought would never happen.

A kiss that forced me to believe what my heart was telling me all along. Lilly had deep feelings for me.

A kiss that let my

Heart

rule my mouth and inadvertently call her my girlfriend.

A kiss that I hope someday I'll be able to tell our daughters about. Oops, that slipped out... Oh well.

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It was a little after 1 am when I closed her apartment door behind me. Whose apartment... give me a minute, her name will come to me. I really tried to be quiet as I made my way down the dimly lit, oakwood stairway. I wondered to myself what the neighbors in her apartment building would prefer. The booming noise from my leather riding boots or the clicky clack noise from her five inch stilettos. Either way I'm sure I woke somebody up.

At this moment, I can't remember her name. I remember her long silky-soft blonde hair. I remember her long lashes and beautiful crystal blue eyes. I remember her soft pink lips. Oh God... Those lips... Pressed against mine, I'll remember those for a while. I remember I picked her up at Aunt Charlie's Lounge. Well, not IN Aunt Charlie's. I was too young to go IN at the time. But that didn't stop me from taking a nip from my stainless steel hip flask from time to time. Gin was my poison of choice.

I hung out near the entrance to the parking lot. Under the one and only street light. I let the women come to me. And they did. Many of them. Mostly middle aged women like... Crap, I still can't remember her name!

I mounted my bright red Honda motorcycle. I took a quick look at my Swiss chronograph. Hey, yea, technically it's May 15th, 2006, my 19th birthday! So, counting blue-eyed blondie I just left, that's 23 women in 12 months. I wonder if that's a record for a young lesbian in this small town. I don't know what to tell you. I like women, lots of women. And they loved a young 18 year old girl. Some women even told me they were married. I didn't mind. I certainly wasn't looking for anything serious. And neither were they. Most of them were just looking for some non-threatening fun.

I turned the key and my two cylinder, 500cc baby roared to life. Ahhh, the feeling of that kind of power vibrating between my legs was almost orgasmic. Technically it's not mine. I could never afford something this nice. I fixed it for Doug, a friend of mine. That was two years ago after his accident. The dummy wasn't wearing a helmet. He lost the sight in his left eye. He thinks it will return, the doctors told him different.

I guess I was the stereotypical butch lesbian, maybe not. I usually wore my black leather jacket, with a silk white button up blouse.. Some of the buttons were undone to show off my well developed curves. No bra, I hated bras back then. I only ever wore them when I absolutely had to. And dark blue denim jeans tucked into my black leather riding boots completed the semi-tough-girl look I was going for.

I have brown eyes, spiky black hair on top, trimmed short on both sides. I have a strong jawline and somewhat broad shoulders. From a distance, I guess I could be mistaken for a guy. Although that never bothered me. And once you got up close, you'd realize I'm ALL woman. My cute upturned nose, high cheekbones and naturally long lashes were most people's first clue.

As I rode down the dark two lane highway I started reflecting on the last twelve months. My full face red helmet did a great job of keeping the wind and engine noise down. I tried to recall each one of my lovers' names. Well... Maybe calling some of them lovers was a bit of a stretch. Let's call them sex partners. One of them was a fuck buddy. Lauren... she never, and I mean never let me down.

Twenty Three... Twenty Three... I was doing a terrible job of placing names with faces. I could only remember about half of their names, and even then, I wasn't confident I was right. The memory of their faces started to fade too. Some of my encounters lasted only an hour or so. Just a quick tumble in the back seat of a vehicle.

Most of my encounters were, for lack of a better term, normal. Me, getting my hand or, if I was lucky, my face between her legs as fast as possible. I know I should have been gentle, tender, or even romantic. But back then, most of the time, that just wasn't who I was. I was a hormone raging lesbian teenager. And I went straight for what I wanted.

But there were a few women that surprised even me with their craziness. Like the Goth chick Lidia, with dark vampire-like makeup and jet black, waist length hair. She took me to a really strange party. She had me walk her around naked, by a spike leather collar and leash. Later that night she told me I could do anything I wanted to do to her... Sorry folks, but that's a story for another time.

Or my other strange encounter. The perfectly normal looking, early thirties mom, Janet. Who had me accompany her to her son's soccer game one afternoon. She walked around the bleachers in a short skirt, sans panties. She got an exhibitionist thrill out of giving the dads and a few of the moms a show.

Then, when she was all worked up, we snuck away to the far end of the parking lot and into the back of her large minivan. Once inside, she begged me to pound her with my strap-on. She didn't let me stop until I gave her a screaming, body trembling, fingernails scraping my back, orgasm.

My mind popped back to the present as I noticed the sign for the 24hr Food Mart. It wasn't that big one everybody knows. But it was still large, and the people there were always friendly.

Slowing down to take the exit, I was still trying to remember her name... Damn, damn, damn. It's just not coming to me. Did she even tell me?

I needed to pick up some condoms. Yes, condoms. I use them on my strap-on. No matter how clean you think you get it, there's still the possibility of spreading... something. So I use condoms on it. Plus, it was 1:30am. I was feeling somewhat hungry and thirsty.

I walked the aisles quickly as I picked up a protein bar, some orange Gatorade and those condoms. It looked like the self checkouts were shut down. But the beep, beep, beep of a scanner told me some lane, somewhere, was open.

I found it... And her... Yes, her... The check-out girl... My future wife... Shara.

Of course, I didn't know that at the time. But my attraction to her was instant and undeniably electric. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her to save my life. My palms got sweaty, my pulse quickened, I could feel the heat rising up through me. I could feel butterflies in my stomach. I never felt like this before.

WOW Andi... she's gorgeous

...

Yes Heart, I know. Just settle down.

I haven't heard my heart talk to me in a long long time.

There was no one behind me as the conveyor belt pushed my purchase up to her. A pretty, smiling, happy-go-lucky, flirty, 20 something said, "Hi there, cute biker chick."

My knees had difficulty keeping me standing. And my heart started thumping.

I know Heart, she's very pretty and has the voice of an angel... But again, please, settle down.

She caught me a little off guard with her fun and flirty greeting. I swallowed hard, looked into her happy eyes and returned her kittenish smile. "Hi there, pretty check-out girl..." I had to lean slightly sideways to read her name tag. "... Share-a."

She was thin and on the shorter side, 5'2"... I have a thing for petite girls. Not sure why, it's just what I like I guess. With medium length wavy golden blonde hair with neon pink highlights that layered on top of itself. Kind of moppy, but really pretty. But it was her full pink lips that really drove me wild.

Yes, I know, you too, eh Heart!

Her sparkling hazel eyes and long lashes with dark makeup, made her eyes look mysterious, yet inviting. Her pale blue button down uniform dress had several buttons undone. At the top and at the bottom. Giving me a pleasant view of the shallow valley between her breasts. And a hint of inner thigh. Which I'm sure went completely against the dress code. I sensed she didn't care.

She giggled like a schoolgirl. "It's not Share-a, sweety. It's just Sara. It was my great-grandmother's name. They spelled it differently back then. All it's done for me is to make me explain it a thousand times." I detected a slight southern drawl.

My stuff moved down the belt. "You know my name cutie, but I don't know yours," she said, still using that fun and flirty voice. She gave me a wink that made my heart pound like a jackhammer in my chest. And again, those luscious pink lips, they were driving me crazy.

I was on the verge of stuttering, but I kept my cool. "Andi... Andi Cooper." I don't know why I told her my last name. She was making me nervous.

Calm down Heart... I can't help it Andi.

"Nice to meet you Andi-Andi Cooper." Her smile and angelic voice was filled with pleasure. And making it obvious she was toying with me.

She put my stuff in a bag and smiled a smirky smile. "That'll be $24.20."

Mesmerized by her big dark eyes,

I nervously smiled back...

I nervously fumbled to find my bank card...

I nervously swiped my card...

Pull yourself together Heart... I really can't help it Andi... just look at her!

Dropping her right hip and stretching out my name. "Come back again cutie... I mean Annddii."

She handed me my bag. Our hands touched. Electricity passed between us. We stared into each other's eyes.We both purposely held our hands there for a few extra seconds. She gave my hand a tiny squeeze. Or was it an involuntary electric contraction? Her eyes twinkled. Her shiny pink lips produced a smile so big it showed all her brilliant white teeth.

Yes Heart, I know, she's checking ALL our boxes.

As I stared into her eyes, they turned soft, still exciting but soft. I regained my confidence.

"Oh...You can count on it pretty check-out girl Share-a," giving her a wink and a coy smile as I teased her about her name.

Ask her out Andi, ask her out! No Heart, it's too soon.

As I walked towards the exit, I looked back over my shoulder. Shara was watching me. Her eyes followed me out the door to my motorcycle. She was still watching me. I put my helmet on, and started my bike. She was still watching me.

With my heart still happily thumping like a hammer. I did something completely out of character. I blew her kiss as I rode past on my way to my home.

That was fun Andi... Yes it was Heart... yes.. it... was!

**********

I cut the engine as I rolled into my neighborhood. Trying to be as quiet as possible. It was kind of a game I played. Did I cut the engine at the right distance from my parents driveway without having to push this 500lb monster?...Yes!

The back door hasn't creaked at all since the first time I came in this late, almost a year ago. You can fix anything with WD-40 or Duct tape. That was my dad's motto. The steps to the second floor were quite another matter. There were twelve of them, all but five creaked loudly. You had to know exactly where to step. Which, after late night 'dates' with 23 women, I did.

I cracked open the door, then peered into the bedroom I shared with my younger sister Samantha. Or Sami as everyone called her. Charlee, my youngest sister, had her own room. I'll tell you why a little later.

Sami looked to be sound asleep. I peeled off my road-weary clothes. Then wearing nothing at all, I walked the long hallway down to the bathroom. I was fairly confident everyone was asleep.

I couldn't help but think of Shara as the warm water washed... What's-her-name from my body. I could picture Shara's petite slender figure in my head. Her big dark eyes. That flirty smile with full pink lips. The way she called me 'cutie.' It all made me feel flustered and nervous. I wasn't my normally confident self around her. But why? Why did my heart finally talk to me after more than a year? God she's pretty. And close to my age.

Just then I felt the change in pressure that happens when the bathroom door opens. I heard a soft whisper. "Happy Birthday Andi," then I hear the toilet lid open and the undeniable sounds of my sister Sami peeing.

Anyone that ever grew up in a house with four females knows. There's NO privacy! "Thanks Sami," I whispered back to her.

"Do you want me to wash your back Andi?" Another soft whisper.

"That's OK Sami, You don't have to," I said as the toilet flushed and the now hotter water dripped down my face muffling what I said. A few seconds later I felt some cold air and I knew that my, 4' 10", naked, 18 year old sister Sami shuffled into the shower with me. Within a few seconds I feel her soapy wet hands relieving the tension in my back. "Jeez Andi, you have more muscles on your back than my boyfriend Tommy," Sami said, giggling.

I kept silent. I leaned my forehead to the wall and let my arms fall to my side. I gave into the pleasures of a massage therapist in training. Later in life she would actually become a nurse.

"Oh God Sami, that feels wonderful," I moaned out as she continued to practice her craft on my arms.

"HA, I hear that from all the girls... and boys, he he."

"Ya know Sami, you really don't have to do this," I said, still whispering.

"Consider it a birthday present," she whispered with a smile. I loved her for doing this for me.

I know this whole thing might seem a little weird. But my sister Sami and I were, and still are, unusually close. Nothing sexual mind you. Just an exceptionally sisterly, maybe even motherly relationship.

We've been like this ever since our younger sister Charlee was diagnosed with Epidermolysis Bullosa at the age of five. A disorder where the slightest touch can cause her skin to tear or blister. The doctors said her symptoms weren't as bad as they could be. But Charlee needed to be extremely careful. A small scrape could turn into a life threatening infection.

Charlee couldn't lead a normal life. She was home schooled, and couldn't play outdoors much. She wasn't allowed to do many things. Even hugging her was only done with an extremely light touch.

My parents spent all of their time doting, worrying and taking care of Charlee. For my mom, it was more than a full time job. Oh sure, there were times that my parents tried to give Sam and I some attention. Like birthdays and other holidays. For my dad it meant not showing any emotion and staying out of everybody's way. But it was always Charlee that got the lion's share of the attention, always. There were days when our parents were so busy with Charlee they barely had time to talk to us. Dinner sometimes was just sandwiches Sami and I made ourselves.

Fortunately, Sami and I were able to talk about our feelings of being unwanted, even abandoned. Yes, abandoned. Because our parents had to drive Charlee to a special hospital 400 miles away for treatment every few months. They'd be gone for days at a time. Sure, the neighbors would kinda look after us in our younger teenage years. Basically just making sure we didn't burn the house down or something like that.

But other than that we were on our own. I guess that's how Sami and I became so close. We ended up relying on each other for the attention, the affection... and the love that all children need.

I also think that's why I was a little, OK a lot, on the wild side. I basically had no adult supervision. I did whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. And I wanted sex. With as many women as possible.

Sami's magic fingers finished massaging all the stress out of my back. We got out and dried off, giggling quietly like we did when we were little kids. Sami put back on her faded blue crop top that showed the under curve of her full breasts. And a similarly faded pair of white lace trimmed, blue panties that had the word PINK stretched across her ample bottom.

Sami wasn't trying to excite me or anything, that's the way she always dressed for bed. And, although I could appreciate her fine figure. It didn't arouse me one bit. She was my sister and that's as far as it would ever go. I wrapped myself in a towel and we walked back to our room.

Ever since those early days when we would share our feelings, Sami and I often slept together in the same single bed. Again, nothing sexual. Neither of us wanted that. We knew it was a strange thing to do. But we didn't care. It filled a need we both had.

I put on my usual red plaid boxers and black t-shirt. Then, in silence, we climbed in my bed as I became the big spoon. I held her close, my loving arms wrapped around her. She held my arms, and somehow twisted her feet around mine. Sami let out a long reliving sigh. And so did I.

In a sisterly way I whispered, "I love you Sami," I got an "I love you Andi," in return.

After several minutes of immersing ourselves in each other's comforting hug. I whispered to Sami. "Are you asleep?" We normally don't talk once we settle in like this.

"No, just enjoying our hug... You sound like you have something important to say... Is everything OK?"

"My heart talked to me today," I said, letting myself be vulnerable. She knew all about my heart and how it talks to me sometimes. I loosened my grip on Sami and she quickly spun in place facing me. Our noses were just inches apart.

"That's terrific, that's wonderful, that's exciting Andi!"

Although what she just said was deeply sincere, she couldn't help but tease her big sister. "You mean number twenty-three finally got you?"

"Ha ha, very funny... I didn't realize you were keeping track of my lovers."

"Oh, I'm just teasing," she whispered sweetly.

"So tell me all about her... What's her name?"

I proceeded to tell her all about Shara. How she wasn't my date that night, but rather the check-out girl at the Food Mart. I told Sami how pretty Shara was, and how nervous and excited I felt when we met. How my heart thinks I should ask her out. How Shara seemingly couldn't take her eyes off of me when I left the store. I even told Sami how I blew Shara a kiss as I rode away.

"I'm so happy for you Andi," she whispered as she found a way to slither her arms around me and give me a long, loving, sisterly hug. I always get the warm fuzzies when she hugs me like that.

Sam lay back down where she previously was, just inches from my nose and looking into my eyes. "Not that you need dating advice from me Andi, But try to take it a little slower with Shara. Let your Heart get to know her first."

Pushing a strand of hair off her face, I said. "I'll try Sami, but you know that won't be easy for me," and then I found a way to tease her back from before.

"But if she doesn't have sex with me in the first week, I might just come after you," I said, talking through gritted teeth and tickling her sides.

"We'll, I'm never going to have sex with you Andi, but I will always love you," she started out giggling but ended in a serious tone.

I let out a small chuckle and started to pet her hair..."Of course we'll never have sex Sami... that would be weird... hahaha."