Date: Wed, 16 Oct 2013 20:31:37 -0400 (EDT)
From: Violet295@aol.com
Subject: Cold Beer and Warm Women Part 4

Part 4

We lay in the soft bed basking in the afterglow of mutual satisfaction,
when I suddenly sat straight up and said, "The wedding!"
Sarah seemed less perplexed by the concept than I was, she said "we have
three hours, I guess I should get made up and ready."
"I should think so, hold on, I have an idea." Leaving her in the bed, I
scrambled to the phone in the kitchen.
"Michelle it's me, Linda, I wonder if I could ask a  favor?"
Ten minutes later I returned to Sarah and said, "I have a  surprise."
We were dressed and out the door with out me telling her what the  surprise
was.
Fifteen minutes later we parked a block from my salon and  I took Sarah by
the hand and led her inside. "Michelle this is my friend Sarah,  she has a
wedding in two hours, can you work your magic on her?"
Michelle smiled and winked, she sat me in one chair and  Sarah in the
other, soon two nail techs were working on us both as Michelle went  back and
forth between us, styling our hair.
In an hour we were both finished with fresh polish and  new dews. Sarah was
so grateful, she just kept complimenting me on my pull.
"One more surprise," I told her and we went to the mall in Cherry Creek.
As fast as the wind we found appropriate dresses for the wedding and shocked
the  clerk when I told her we would wear them. She boxed our other cloths
and we were  back in the car, made up and ready for the wedding.
We made the church with ten minutes to spare, taking our seats on the  bride
's side of the gathering. Sarah was lovely sitting next to me, I snaked my
hand over to hers and we held each other for a second, smiling as we  did.
The wedding was very elaborate and the bride was stunning, however not
nearly as much so as Sarah. We watched the couple kiss and walk back up the
isle  to head to the reception, before everyone began to file out. Sarah got up
first  and headed toward the door, I walked behind admiring her assets. The
dress we  picked out made her body look divine and all I could think about
was taking it  off of her. I am so easy when it comes to the female body, I
can not  resist.
We followed the procession to the reception at a swank Italian  restaurant,
half the place was blocked off for our private party. The bar was  open, so
I asked sarah what she was drinking?
"A glass of red wine would be lovely, let me get it." She cut in front of
me before realizing she had no idea what I was drinking. "Cold beer" I
said and  smiled, "I like cold beer and warm women." Her face flushed and I
could see we  would not be staying long at the reception. We grabbed a table
and sipped our  drinks, Sarah asked if I would mind if she danced with the
bride?
They made it through half a song before it ended and  Sarah gave her a hug
and a kiss on both cheeks. Then she lit up as she turned  toward me and I
knew it would be a delightful night.
It was indeed a night of passion to remember, I lost count of how many
times we ravaged each other. Sarah slept in my arms and when we awoke, we made
love twice more before her plane was scheduled. I drove her to the airport,
 already feeling sadness creeping in. We of course talked at length about
our  distance and the possibility of an ongoing relationship. In the back of
my mind  I was not overly confident, since she was in the Garden of Eden,
San Francisco and I was locked in  here with my work.
In the end we handled it like adults, kissing goodbye at the security
line, a nice girl friend lip kiss that made a tear come to both our eyes. I
watched her weave through the line and disappear down the concourse before
turning to go. My heart felt heavy as I walked the airport and out to my  car.
We had exchanged addresses and numbers but once she was out of my sight I
was sure our relationship would whither and die. Still my heart held out a
flicker of hope. I changed into my silk pj's and smiled momentarily
remembering  Sarah's first kiss while I was wearing them. I sat by the phone with a
glass of  wine and fought the urge to pick it up and see if she made it back
 ok.
I was shutting down my pity  party and in the bedroom pulling back the
sheets when the phone rang. My heart  leapt  into my throat, "Hello?" I
managed to croak into the receiver.
"Linda, I am home safe, I thought you might like to know. I was unable to
think of anything else on the flight, I have never felt such emotion in my
life,  I think I may be in love, please don't hate me for saying  that."
I felt tears run down my cheeks and sobbed openly, before I could  respond.
Sarah waited patiently for my words. "Sarah, I feel the exact same way,  I
could not call you for fear of rejection, I am such a ninny."
We talked and flirted and carried on for over two hours before we  realized
we both had work the next day. Each night we called each other, and  gabbed
until our entire evenings were shot. We were like a married couple
separated by a business trip.
Two days later I received a card in the mail, it was a handmade line
drawing, very sensual that Sarah had obviously drawn just for me, it showed the
silhouette of two women with their legs locked in sweet lust, to the
uninformed  eye it might have skipped their notice but I saw right away the intent
of the  artwork I smiled and felt my loins react as well.
For four long months we kept calling each other nightly and once a week
Sarah drew a new card for me, I placed each one in a plastic sleeve and stored
 them in my closet. Frequently I would take them out and just stare at her
talent  and remember our special two nights together.
One Saturday afternoon, my doorbell rang and I dropped my book I was
reading, wondering who on earth it could be. When I opened the door, there stood
Sarah, two bags in her hands and a sly smile on her lips.
"I couldn't do it anymore, I sold everything and here I am, please tell
me it's alright."
I swept her in my arms and kissed her deeply , nearly dragging her in  from
the stoop, I whispered in her ear, "I love you, welcome  home."