Date: Sun, 12 Jan 2003 02:57:06 +0000
From: Elizabeth Deveraux <illegitimate_promises@hotmail.com>
Subject: Attractive Opposites Ch. 1

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credit, and you can't steal my story unless I say you can. And all
individuals in this story are over 18, so they're not minors and other such
nonsense...if this material offends you, and/or is illegal in your
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mean if you're a minor, in which case, it's illegal any way you go, so don't
bother)

Though I never honestly thought that such a thing would happen, I actually
fell in love. It was astounding that I, a short woman in her mid-twenties,
with a rather muscular build, particularly nasty attitude, and jet black
hair could ever be loved by anyone. I was always a bit different, always a
bit more unusual than everyone else; I was the black sheep of the general
public.
	Though, I should give some more background information on this, shouldn't
I? My name is Dame Cooper, a 25 year-old ex-boxer and current bodyguard. I'm
short, only 5'4'' or so, with short, spiked black hair, honey gold eyes, and
a body that is harder than a block of cement. I never thought of myself as
attractive, but obviously Liz did.
	I had never met anyone like her; tall, with sleek blonde hair, and gray
eyes that made anyone melt instantly, framed by those square rimmed glasses
that made her look intelligent and sexy. She was icy though, to most around
her, unusually calm during the worst of situations. She had the gentlest
touch, and the greatest body I had ever seen, and it functioned better than
I would have thought from those long legs and almost supermodel quality
waist could.
Our first meeting was quite odd; I was bar hopping as usual, downing a beer
and nursing a goose egg on my head. The match earlier in that same bar took
a lot out of me, and my opponent decide that my head really needed to be
slammed into the corner posts repetitively. It wasn't a wrestling match, but
sometimes, the ring gets out of control, and it just doesn't matter anymore.
When Liz walked in, accompanied by her another extremely tall woman, I knew
she was having bit of trouble. Her eyes were already unfocused with her
drunkenness, and her sister was supporting her more or less, walking her
over to a table. I watched the two out of the corner of my eyes, silently
admiring both, the woman accompanying her for her boldness, and Liz for her
naturally graceful looks, despite her inebriated state.
She must have noticed my stares, or perhaps just decided that I looked
"lonely" up at the bar, for she stumbled over to the stool next to me and
watched me with lazy eyes until I decided to look back. I was staring
bluntly into her beautiful face for nearly five minutes before she actually
realized I was waiting for her to speak.
"You're cute, sweetie." She said with a giggle, brushing a hand across my
cheek. I blushed a bit, feeling almost sorry for this girl. She was hitting
on a perfect stranger, and was, as I thought, putting herself in the worst
situation possible. She didn't know what I would do; yet she was boldly, or
more likely, foolishly putting the moves on me.
"Well, thanks, hon, but don't you think that maybe you should be going home
or something? You shouldn't be out in that kind of condition." I said,
watching her from the corners of my eyes and smirking slightly. She was
certainly amusing to watch, as I could see, for she was wobbling on the
stool and attracting quite a bit of attention.
"Only if you'll come home with me."
"Sorry hon, I don't do drunks. I don't like to think I'm taking advantage of
people, you know?" I said quietly, finishing off the beer. I sighed, pulling
a pack of Marlboros from my pocket, lighting one and taking a drag from it,
turning toward Liz.
"C'mon, it'll be fun." She cooed slyly, grabbing my hand and licking my
index finger. I turned beet red at that, puffing quickly on the cig between
my lips. I was getting hot, and despite my moral objections to this, I
wanted her, I wanted her badly.
"No thanks sweetie, but I'll call you a cab if that girl over there isn't
giving you a lift home. I don't like the idea of having a drunk on my
motorcycle, no matter if she's not driving the thing." I said curtly,
recovering and pulling my hand back, resting my elbow nonchalantly on the
bar top.
"But I don't want to go home alone, not tonight, I-just-oh." She said,
suddenly bawling. Her friend clucked her tongue and walked over, sliding
onto the stool next to her, patting her back reassuringly. I watched
wide-eyed as Liz cried, and cautiously looked over at her friend as if
wanting some explanation.
"She just had a bad break-up with her girlfriend, pay her no mind," The
other woman said, shrugging and patting her back still. Liz sobbed, getting
even more odd looks from people in the bar around us.
"Well, you oughta take her back to her house, she shouldn't be in this bar
like this. There are a lot of sickoes out there, and she's not in the
condition to deal with 'em." I said with rather genuine concern, gently
rubbing Liz's shoulders, kneading her flesh subconsciously in an attempt to
cheer her up. Instead, she slumped forward and began to snore, to which her
friend immediately began to chuckle.
"Yeah, thanks. You're a nice kind of person, what's your name?" The woman
asked, actually picking up Liz and throwing her over her shoulder. I was
surprised, but I shouldn't have been. Liz was nearly a foot taller than I
was, and her friend taller still, with more muscle on her frame, like mine.
"It's Dame, and just tell her to be more careful in bars, okay? She
shouldn't get so drunk and go out in public." I said with a shrug, putting
out my cigarette and standing up. I pulled my coat around me as she carried
Liz out. As they got to the door, Liz woke up a bit, winked at me and then
collapsed again as her sister carried her out.
But that wasn't the last I saw of Liz, and that night, I simply couldn't get
her graceful smile and incredibly sensual body out of my head. I spent that
night, tossing and turning, extremely confused by the feeling I was getting
inside me. I hadn't ever felt like that for anyone, and especially not for
another female. I had known from my early teen years that I was either a
lesbian or bisexual, but I never actually thought that was the truth.

It was nearly a week and a half later that I met Liz again, at the same bar,
but I was the one getting drunk that night. I downed shot after shot at the
bar, holding a cold glass of water to my bruised eye. I hadn't even realized
that anyone was talking to me until she sat down next to me and brushed her
hand against mine. Immediately, I jerked away and was about to hit her when
I recognized her.
"Hey, you're the one from the night before, right?" I said lazily, watching
as she helped herself to one of the carefully lined up shots on the bar top.
I frowned as she put it down and the tender poured another shot full. I
downed two and then stared back at her, waiting for a response. Alcohol had
not much of an effect on me, unless it was vodka, and I was with someone I
could misbehave with. It may have been vodka I was downing there, but I
wasn't sure if I really wanted to misbehave around Liz, not just then
anyway.
"That would be me, but it looks like we've traded roles. Are you all right?"
She said with concern, pulling the glass away from my face to reveal the
bruise surrounding my bloodshot eyes. She pushed a strand of hair from my
eyes and cupped her hand around my cheek. I didn't pull away, as the gesture
seemed very genuine, and it did feel nice to have someone who cared once in
a while.
"Yeah, I just got into a bit of a fight, that's all." I shrugged, closing my
eyes, pretending I was indifferent to it all.
"I'm Liz," She said, pulling away her hand and holding it out for me to
shake. I chuckled at the name for a moment and then shook the proffered
hand.
"My name's Dame. People always tell me I've got an unfortunate name, but I
don't give a fuck what anybody else thinks about me," I said, getting a firm
grip on her gentle hand, and smiling, slightly shocked when I received an
equally strong grip from her. I didn't expect that, she was rather thin,
though I too was thin, my muscles are defined, and hers were not. She was
everything I had come to like in women; sweet, strong willed and powerful.
"C'mon, I'll take you home. If you keep drinking like that, you're going to
keel over." She said, quickly helping me to my feet. I grunted, but let her
move me, feeling quite comfortable as she slid her arm around my waist. I
couldn't help but noticed that she was looking at me with something in her
eyes that made me want to kiss her, some gentle glow, something too sweet in
her to describe.
"Did you bring your-what do you drive?" She said lazily, as she propped open
the door and held it for me. She needed to duck to fit her frame, a whole
six-foot-three, through the door. I leaned into her a bit and drunkenly
pointed toward the 2003 V-Rod Harley, the stainless steel glistening in the
light, parked a few yards down the road, leaning on the curb. She clucked
her tongue and shook her head.
"Well, that won't do. I can't drive one, and you're too drunk to drive. I'll
get us a cab." She said, letting go of me briefly and walking to the curb.
Instantly, it seemed instant to me anyway, a cab rolled up to the curb, the
driver leaning toward Chris and saying something. She laughed lightly and
shook her head, those beautiful blonde tresses falling into her silvery
eyes. She walked back over to me, where I was standing, trying to look
casual, and gently led me to the cab. I practically fell in and as soon as
Liz shut the door, the cab was roaring off down the street.
It turned a few corners before Liz realized that this cabbie was heading for
her home. It was probably on the exact opposite side of town from my almost
suburban townhouse, but before Liz could really say anything, we were at her
place. It was a pretty store, two stories; the first quite obviously being a
shop and the second looked like it was a home.
"Well, you don't mind sleeping on a couch, do you?" Liz said, blushing a bit
as she helped me out of the cab and handed a twenty to the cabbie. He drove
off and she slowly helped me inside, the sound of a bell ringing as we
entered. She brought me to the stairs, and then flicked a small switch next
to the cash register. Metal shutters slid down on all the doors and windows
with a clank.
"Okay, now I'll take you to the couch."
"Can't I stay with you?" I asked drunkenly, the alcohol really affecting me.
She laughed and sighed, shaking her head. I clung to her as if my life
depended on it as we ascended the stairs. She hugged me tightly to her as I
wobbled a bit, assisting me to the soft couch and setting me down on my
side. Searching for a blanket of some sort, she turned away from me, and I
quickly sat up, my drunken eyes wandering over her body.
She turned back toward me and obviously noticed my eyes on her and smiled,
tossing the blanket at me. I let it hit me in the head, sending me backward
onto the couch, cursing like a sailor under its muffling cloth. I had been
gawking, and now I knew that she was quite aware of that, for even a drunk
could have caught that if they were mildly aware; I was not at all aware of
anything but the gracious curves of her hips.
She was at my side in an instant, pulling the blanket off my face, giggling
at me. I frowned up at her and cussed, getting a light slap to my cheek when
I did so. Unfortunately, that made me cuss more, and eventually she shoved
me down on the couch, laying the blanket over my body and turning me over on
my side again. I was already blacking out when I felt her hand slide along
my side as she went to her own bed.
  When I woke, the rays of the sun were poking through the picture windows
in front of me. I yawned and rolled, falling to the hardwood floor with a
thump. I yelped in pain and rolled onto my stomach as footsteps signaled
that someone was coming close. I looked up from my spot on the floor, seeing
a pair of perfectly smooth, bare feet in front of me.
"Are you okay?" Liz asked with a smile, crouching down and running her
fingers through my slightly greasy hair. I grunted and got up on hands and
knees, feeling her hands at my arms, gently lifting me up. I leaned into her
a little more than I should have and brushed my hand against her firm
breasts. Her nipples were hard beneath the silk dress she wore, I could feel
them through the fabric and felt slightly startled when I realized she wore
no bra
."Yeah, just rolled off the couch." I muttered, pulling away from her,
wobbling on my feet. I held a hand to my head and took a step back from her,
looking down at my feet. My head was throbbing worse than it had the night
before, and I certainly wasn't going to go anywhere for a while. She sighed
and came closer to me, hugging me tightly to her. I closed my eyes and
leaned into the embrace, feeling her soft breath against my hair, her smooth
hands on the back of my neck.
When she let me go, I was almost shocked by her, one moment seeming as if
she couldn't get enough of me, and then the next seeming as if she was
afraid of me. She wasn't going to hurt me, even though I  was much smaller
in stature, I could take more than she could probably ever deal out. I
sighed and walked closer to her, wanting her to hold me, not because I
really needed it, but because it felt good to have someone's warmth against
me again.
"C'mon, I've made breakfast for you." She said with a smile, wrapping her
arm around my shoulder. I smiled and leaned into her, ignoring the throbbing
pain in my head, focusing instead upon her face. Each of her features seemed
to be absolutely perfect in my eyes, her gently sloping nose, small, but not
too small for the rest of her face, the sparkling gray eyes, and her
slightly pink cheeks.
When we entered her small kitchen, I was amazed at what she had made. I had
assumed "breakfast" meant bagels, cream cheese and possibly some sort of
other vaguely prepared item. Instead, I found a plate of omelets, bacon,
sausage and various different delicious items covering the table.
"Who else is coming?" I asked as we sat down at the table, Liz sitting
directly across from me. She smiled and dolled some food onto a plate,
handing it to me. I started on it greedily, realizing just how hungry I had
been. I hadn't eaten anything the night before, and the fight that I was in
certainly took any excess energy away from me. Liz ate very little herself,
instead focusing efforts on sliding her petite foot along my leg. I giggled
and quickly devoured my meal.
"You're a beautiful woman even when you're hung over, Dame." She cooed as we
stood up. She walked closer to me and scooped me up in her arms, much to my
surprise. She sighed and kissed me lightly on the forehead before taking me
to the living room and dropping me roughly on the couch, walking over to a
small chest of drawers and rummaging through it."You know, it took a lot of
effort, but I finally got that damn motorcycle of yours here. It's out
front, my little brother drove it here from the bar, so you can drive
yourself home when you're ready." Liz said idly, pulling out a pad of paper
from the drawers and writing down something on it. She ripped it off the pad
of paper and put it in my hand, helping me downstairs and out of the
building.
"Call me anytime, or just come on over, I really wouldn't mind your
company." Liz said as she ushered me to the door. I gave her a friendly hug
and headed out toward my bike, searching my pockets for the motorcycle keys.
Liz laughed at me and walked behind me, putting her arm around my waist and
dropping the keys into my hand. I felt her nuzzle into my neck and I let out
a sharp moan, not caring that there were others on the sidewalk.
"Besides, you don't seem to mind my company either, Dame." She said lightly,
pulling away from me. I turned, waved a shy goodbye and then hopped onto my
bike, starting the engine and roaring off down the nearly empty streets.
I kept thinking of Liz from that point on, but I was always too shy to
actually head over to her house. I was never open about my sexuality, since
my parents never approved of homosexuality, and most of my few friends are
extremely homophobic. Still, after about a week, I decided to head over to
her store. I knew it had something to do with holidays, but I still wanted
to see what she sold there.
I drove my car that night, worried that someone might jack my bike on the
streets at night. Liz had an expensive security system in her store, and I
knew that was because the neighborhood had a tendency for vandals wandering
the streets after nightfall. I locked the doors and set the alarm in the car
before walking up to the door, opening it slowly and stepping inside.
Liz was sitting behind a counter, her long legs propped up on the glass
surface, and she was lazily drinking from a bottle of vodka. I looked behind
me and found that there was a sign that said "closed" hanging from door. I
shrugged and walked in further, standing a few feet away from Liz before she
spoke.
"Can't you read? We're closed." She snorted indelicately, groping around the
counter for her glasses. I smiled, clucked my tongue and snatched them from
the counter before she could, walking around the glass platform and standing
next to her. I took the bottle from her hand, much to her disapproval, and
slid the glasses onto her nose.
"Oh! Dame, I didn't know it was you!" She said with a smile, sliding her
legs off the countertop. I slid into her lap, kissing her on the cheek and
handing her the bottle of vodka back. She took a sip and kissed me deeply on
the lips, her hands instantly roaming my body. I fended her off for a
moment, still kissing her, but holding her arms away from my body. I wanted
to be close to her, my newfound love, but I didn't think we should be that
close.
"What's wrong love?" She whispered, hugging me gently as we broke the kiss.
I sighed and leaned into her firm breasts, relishing in the soft feeling of
her dress against my bare arms. She slid her hands around my waist and let
them rest on my stomach, just below my breasts and slightly above my navel.
"Nothing, I just-I've never been with another woman before-I don't-er-" I
stuttered, shifting position on her lap, leaning back against her shoulder,
resting my head next to hers. She stopped my talking with a gentle finger
placed on my lips. I smiled and kissed her finger, realizing for the first
time that I didn't have to speak, not just yet anyway.
"You haven't?" She giggled, running her fingers through my hair gently. "I
didn't know that, sweetie. Don't worry about anything, I love you, and I
won't hurt you, I promise." She said quietly, stroking my abdomen lovingly.
I sighed and kissed her neck, just a little peck against her skin, but she
moaned in pleasure.
" I'm just very sensitive there." She said, scooping me up in her arms, and
once again carrying me upstairs, as she had before. I wrapped my hands
loosely around the back of her neck, pulling myself up enough that I could
nuzzle her as she walked. She smiled and took me into the bedroom, laying me
down on the silken sheets, running her fingers along my body as she pulled
away for a moment.
"I'm not-so sure-I'm ready to-" I stuttered, sitting up a bit as Liz removed
her dress, sliding nude into the bed next to me. She put her finger to my
lips again and then kissed me deeply, her hand stroking my body's soft
curves. I moaned gently and tried to pull away from the kiss.
"You're really not, huh?" She said, lying down next to me, holding me close.
I turned my head toward her and shook it a bit, frowning. She smiled at me
and then hugged me. "Okay, you know I won't do anything that you don't want
to do."
I turned toward her and held her, feeling a bit awkward with my jeans and
shirt against her perfectly soft, nude body. She had barely any hair on her
body, save for a little bit of curly blonde hair on her pussy, barely
visible for its color. I sat up a bit and shuffled a bit awkwardly out of my
clothing, discarding it onto the floor beside the bed. Liz helped me with my
bra, planting little kisses along my back and neck, tracing her fingers
along the angel wings tattooed across my shoulders.
"You really are an angel, Dame." She said sweetly as we curled up together
under the sheets. I chuckled and held her hand still on my stomach as it
wrapped around my waist. I could feel her breath on my neck, and her fingers
playing across my abs like a pianist's fingers. I smiled as I drifted into
sleep, wondering if I had really found the love of my life.


When I woke, Liz was gone, the sheets cold for hours, but I could see the
imprint of her beautiful body still in the silk. I got up, swinging my legs
over the side of the bed, noticing a small note on the nightstand. The
script upon it was elegant, just perfect for something written by Liz. I
looked over it carefully, noticing that the paper was lightly scented,
before I finally read it:

My beloved Dame,
It's nearly five now, I guess you were sleepy. J
Anyway, I'm down in the shop closing up, and if
You're hungry or something, I'll fix something for you.
If you want to come down and visit, just take the robe from
The chair, I have your other clothes in the wash, as
They were a little bit wet still.

	Love,
	Liz

I smiled and walked over to the chair, grabbing the silk robe from the
chair. As I slipped it on, I was slightly amazed at the fact it was my size.
Surely it wasn't Liz', for she was nearly a foot taller than I was, and this
fit me quite well. I smiled and walked out of the bedroom, wondering where
she got it, and slightly curious as to why she had it.
I walked down the stairs, hearing two voices downstairs, one being Liz' and
the other being a man, and judging by his tone, he was on very friendly
terms with her. As I peered around the doorway, I found myself face to face
with a rather attractive young man. His hair was long, and to my amazement,
dyed pure white. He was standing in front of me, an impish smile on his lips
as he grabbed me by the arms and spun me around. I snarled at him and tried
to hit him, but failed as Liz held my arm away.
"Indy, stop being a jerk. Dame, don't worry," she said, giving a glare to
the boy, who smiled sheepishly in retort. "This is my little brother, Indy.
He's a bit of a dork, but he's a nice guy once you get to know him." I
sighed and leaned back into Liz' chest, smiling up at her as she wrapped her
arms lazily around my shoulders.
"So you're the one that seduced my sister, huh? You got a feisty one, sis!"
He laughed incredulously. I smiled at him and then turned around, kissing
Liz passionately just to spite him. She peered over the top of my head as I
broke the kiss and looked at him for a moment.
"You really ought to close your mouth, you're beginning to drool," she
giggled, staring at Indy over my head. I cocked my head fractionally to the
side and looked at him. Sure enough, his mouth was hanging open in awe, and
I gave him a quick smile. Liz sighed and picked me up in her arms, the silk
of the robe hanging open a bit to reveal most of my legs. Indy waved to us
and then left, holding a small bag in his hand; obviously something that Liz
had given him.
"Don't mind him, or any of my other family members for that matter. They can
be stupid at times, but that's what families are for, right?" She laughed
playfully, kissing me on the forehead. I nodded in response, too caught up
in her beauty to think about much else. She must have noticed how I was
staring, for she cocked her head down at me, smirked and asked, "What's up?"
"I think I love you," I said dumbly, she blinked at me and then hugged me
close to her. I could have sworn that I saw tears welling in her eyes, but
by the time I had a good chance to see, they were evidently gone. She
whispered sweet nothings into my ears, holding me up close to her so I could
nibble a bit on her earlobe. We were both giggling, realizing just what was
going to happen when we got upstairs. I could feel Liz' heartbeat quicken
with each step as we moved closer and closer to the bedroom, and the heat
between my legs was unbearable.
When we reached the bedroom, everything for us changed, the heat in the air,
the color of the room, everything was a satin red, I quickly noticed,  a
blur of passion. I felt Liz lay me down on the bed, her fingers stroking my
body as she moved away. I watched her with a lazy lover's eyes, watched her
seductively remove her dress, panties and bra, letting them fall in a heap
on the floor.
She let out a loud sigh and laid down next to me, her fingers dancing along
my stomach, up my breastbone and finally following my collarbone, doing
intricate circles around my shoulders. I moaned and then rolled on top of
her, straddling her hips, feeling my wet mound pressing against hers. She
pulled me down by my arms, kissing me deeply, a kiss I readily inserted my
tongue into the midst of, wrestling with hers to see which would keep the
other's tongue occupied the longest. Eventually, she won, and to my
surprise, rolled me over onto my back
I laughed as Liz rolled on top of me, caressing her body, my fingers running
down Liz's sides, tapping each little patch of bare skin lightly, teasingly.
I let out a loud sigh as I felt Liz insert two fingers into my pussy. I was
glad that she took the lead in this situation, and using my own knowledge,
shoved my pussy down hard on her fingers as she slid them in and out of me.
She kissed me one last time, moving her thumb onto my clit. It was freezing
cold, much to might delight, and I screamed loudly, in surprise and passion
as she ran it over the hard button again and again, still sliding her two
fingers in and out of my pussy. I continued to moan in delight as she
lowered her mouth to my nipples, licking and sucking on them, each in their
own turn.
"Oh, Liz, that feels so-so good," I panted, my back arching off the bed as
she continued sliding her fingers in and out of my pussy as I pushed it down
on her fingers, feeling her long digits slide hard and quick into my oozing
slit. I felt my orgasm approaching as she began to tenderly bite my nipples,
pulling them away from me before covering them with her saliva. I ran my
fingers through her hair, which looked silver in the dull lighting, and
closed my eyes, nearly crying with ecstasy of it all.
As she pressed softly on my clit, I lost all control. Letting out an
animalistic scream, I dug my fingers into the sheets, almost sure that I was
tearing holes straight through the silk. I felt her slide her fingers from
my pussy as my juices poured out, thicker than honey as always, and heard
her licking her fingers even over my screams.
As my orgasm died down, she put her face to my pussy, licking my slit
slowly, lapping up all the juices that hadn't collected on her hands. The
sheer pleasure of knowing she was burying her face in my pussy make me have
another small orgasm, more juices pouring out into her eager mouth. Finally,
she pulled away, her face a bit sticky, and curled up next to me.
I turned toward her and kissed her, licking my honey from her face, sharing
the taste with her. She moaned in retort and wrapped her hands around me,
holding me close to her. I began to caress her body, but she stopped me by
grabbing my hands with hers, putting them around her waist. I looked at her
questioningly as she pulled me up onto the pillows, pulling the top sheets
over our nude and sweaty bodies.
"Not now love, let's rest," She cooed, putting her finger to my lips, as I
was about to protest. Letting out a sigh, I curled up in her arms, staring
into her eyes. As we stared at each other, my stomach suddenly let out a
loud growl, and we both started giggling hysterically, probably just because
we both knew exactly what we felt for each other; we knew we were in love.
"I can find something to fix that," Liz chuckled, sliding out of the bed.
She moved out of the bedroom, and came back five minutes later with a meal
of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and two glasses of milk. We ate,
finished off our milk wiped each other's mouths playfully and then fell
asleep, locked in embrace only true lovers could share.