Date: Mon, 26 Jan 2004 17:55:56 -0400
From: Kayuga <bichi67@yahoo.com>
Subject: STARtled II

STARtled

Part II

Same as before: This happened, well... is still happening to me. Names are
made up to protect our ids, the rest is all true. If you're too young or
your morals can't tolerate women falling in love with each other, then find
something else to read, please. It continues like this...


Day 2
6:42pm

I finally opted for straight, hair that is. A little make up and ready to
get in the kitchen with the rest of my family and Brian and Lynn. Well, I
actually wasn't that ready. I was half hot half frozen from what had just
happened. See? The gorgeous woman I just sorta made out with was cooking
with my husband, my kids and my friend. And I was sure my embarrasment
showed in big red letters on my forehead.

Once I entered the crammed kitchen my mixed feelings got even mixer. Kids
were loving this cooking project, their hands and clothes filthy with foods
they couldn't even name. Tom and Brian were pouring wine in glasses and
drinking a lot of it and Lynn was in charge and having a great time.

"Hi, Isa... took ya forever" she called at me, "got a ponytail? My hair
seems to have a life of it's own! I'm having a hard time getting it out of
the food here..."

"Uh, sure... ". I checked my kitchen drawer were left over batteries, dry
cleaning receipts, old coupons, clips, keys to nowhere, dry pens and
rubberbands coexist and frantically looked for a ponytail. Surprisingly, I
found one. As I handed it to Lynn she asked me to fasten it myself since
both her hands were busy turning carrots and onions into an impeccable
julienne. So here I was, nervously fondling with her luscious cascade of
dark red hair that smelled of cranberries and spices, wanting to get lost
in it's feel and smell forever. I took my time and Lynn noticed, half
turned and winked. I automatically checked on Tom, but he was discussing
Iraq or something with Brian on their way to the porch.

Finally, I settled the kids in the kitchen table and followed Lynn as she
taught me how to properly slice mangoes. In doing so, she made sure to
brush her skin to mine on a very frequent basis- which made me quite
jumpy. I must had been doing a lousy job 'cause at some point she stood
closely behind me, her firm breasts pressed on my back, strong arms and
hands around mine as she showed me the moves to slicing and dicing in what
I perceived as an erotic dance of hip rythms. At the same time she gave
directions in her raspy voice breathing into my left ear. Man! Was I turned
on! I so wanted to turn my face and kiss that woman!

Dinner was good, I think, but far from the most memorable moment of the
night.  We had homemade corn and avocado chowder, bbqued salmon filet,
mesclun with green mangoes and sesame seeds, and something else sweet I
can't recall. Great food, ok wine, fine conversation, a little flirting,
lots of interruptions from my little girl, and poor Steve, my son, fell
asleep before dessert.

Lynn and I sat across each other and made frequent eye, occasional leg
contact. A few times she used her full dark red lips and tongue in a
teasing manner that had me all hot and wet... and embarrassed! Hey,
remember I'm having dinner with my family here! Truth is I could hardly
take my eyes from her or concentrate much on my food. She noticed and
seemed to enjoy my infatuation.

The guys cleared the table while I put my children to sleep. Once I was
done I helped out with the remaining dirty dishes and Lynn dried 'em
up. Brian had brought a couple cuban cigars and so they found the perfect
excuse to leave the women in the kitchen.

Once alone I complimented Lynn on her cooking.

"I'm glad you liked it" she answered, "but I shouldn't get all the
credit. Had great teammates!" she came closer. "You have a great family,
Lynn. Thank's for sharing it and allowing me to do this for you."

"Anytime, girl... you were fantastic!", as I nervously poured the rest of
the wine into our glasses.

"And you've seen nothing, sweetie!" Lynn laughed at her own comment while
lingering a bit too long on my hand as she took the glass. "I'm
stuffed... would you like to take a walk or something? I think I ate too
much".

"Yeah, I think I'd like that", I said, probably too fast. "Guys! We're
going for a walk!"


9:17pm

So here I was, walking lazily in the chilly night through the almost
deserted streets of my quiet residential area, glass of wine in one hand,
cigarrette in the other. Next to me, sharing the cigarrette, a gorgeous
woman I'd just met the day before, but that somewhat felt as if we'd been
close for a long time. Conversation flowed easily from our childhood to our
jobs to our failed efforts to quit smoking, to our dreams to our... oh,
man! Without warning she clung to my arm and sorta cuddled.

"It is cold... I guess I'm getting too used to that California weather".

Lynn must have sensed my start 'cause she stopped and looked me straight in
the eye.

"Are you ok?"

"I'm... I'm... yeah, I guess... I'm cold too... and sorta holding hands
with you here." I answered stupidily.

"And is that ok?" Now her hazel eyes were burning mine.

I took my time, "Yes... it is ok..."

Now we locked hands.... and walked in silence a little while. To my
surprise I felt quite comfortable. As we approached the playground Lynn let
her glorious hair lose then led me by the hand to a discrete spot under the
tallest tree, the one with the old tree house (more of a platform), and she
pinned me against the trunk. She took my hair and then my face in her
gentle hands and eventually talked to me in that velvety whisper of hers.

"Isa, I'm not sure what's happening here or how you'll take this, but I
think I'm falling for you".

You're... what? I opened my mouth but not a sound came out. Instantly Lynn
softly kissed all those words that weren't spoken. She pressed her
beautiful, sensuous lips on mine and ever so softly parted them with the
wet tip of her tongue. She tasted of wine and fruit and I just wanted to
drown in all her flavors... in the softness of this woman's spell.

And I did for some time, just until we were startled by a neighbor's car
passing by. We giggled just like caught teenagers and it occured to me we
should climb up to the tree house in search of a little privacy. Lynn loved
the idea and up we went, she with her feline moves, wine glasses and all,
me in a more athletic manner, both laughing our butts off. We drank a
little more and kissed a lot more. I, whom am obsessed with time, lost
track of it. We just enjoyed each other's mouths, wanting lips, insatiable
tongues, and earlobes, neck, jawline and eyes and mouth again for a loooong
time probing, teasing, tasting, exploring... melting. Lynn started to unzip
my jacket and as her hand barely brushed my rock hard nipple through the
fabric of my sweater I jerked. That annoying voice that keeps giving advise
inside my head was shouting now.

"Are you ok, honey?", she whispered as we were still very close to each
other.

"Actually, ummm, I'm confused, Lynn", my body language saying quite the
opposite.

"You didn't act confused at all a few minutes ago", she replied, taking a
strand of my hair between her fingers, caressing it, taking in its scent
while looking teasingly into my eyes, "what's wrong? Did I make you do
anything you did't want to?"

"See? That's exactly what's wrong..." I was embarrassed, "it felt
so... right.  Lynn I never thought I could be... uh... this close to a
woman." I touched her face ever so lightly, she kissed my fingertips.

"And we can get a lot closer if you feel like it, baby. Oh, god, you're so
hot."

"How come? See? That I don't get! You're this gorgeous tv star that people
love to please and you like me? Complicated me? Married me? Why?"

"'Cause..."

"Plus we only met yesterday!!! How did this happen?"

"That I don't know. It just did. And to try to answer all your questions,
well... I really like that you're not trying to impress me, and I like you
'cause you're smart, 'cause with you what you see is what you get, 'cause
I'm a fool for tan skinned- blue eyed people, 'cause you're gorgeous,
'cause I love your sense of humor, but most of all 'cause I really like the
person I am when I'm with you..." She held my hand lovingly and kissed
it. "And I'm just an actress, not a tv star."

"It's a matter of time, though." An intimate silence took over as we stared
at the starred night very close to each other, holding hands, lost in
thought. "Lynn, are you acting right now?"

"Huh? Me? Acting?... how dare you!!!" she laughed. "Hon, wish I were this
great an actress!"

"Is this seducing unexpecting women something you do often? Are you a
lesbian?"

"Well, yeah, I probably am... let's put it this way, I recently discovered
I love women and hate labels. It's not like I'm that experienced
either... I've had my fair amount of male lovers, good, bad and worse, and
the tabloid kind too... but only a few female. One turned into a two month
weird relationship that ended sourly about three months ago. The others
were an exploration type of thing not meant to last. So, as much as I'm
attracted to women, I've never had a significant healthy relationship with
one... or had never before seduced one for that matter. Up until now I've
been the passive half."

"Why change?"

"'Cause... I would've hated myself if I'd let you go"

I felt her arm embracing my shoulders, her getting closer and her warmth
enveloping my trembling body.

After another long silence, "Will you let this be?", she asked."'cause as
much as I want you liking it I need to be sure that you want it too."

"I know... you deserve as much... but you know, there's Tom and the kids
and..." I exhaled then turned to her, "oh, Lynn, I never knew this could
feel so fine, girl, and that's what scares me the most."

"And that's ok, Isa, I'm not asking for anything other than what feels
right... right here right now is fair enough and all we've got ".

Now my lips found hers and we melted into each other's embrace and kisses
one more time before walking back home hand in amazingly soft hand.

Day 3 2:35 am

It was pitch dark. Tom was snoring relentlessly next to me, as he does
every time he has more than three drinks. I couldn't sleep so I walked to
the kitchen to get a glass of water. Laying on top of the kitchen table was
my cell phone and I realized I hadn't turned it off. As I was about to the
icon on the screen catched my eye. Sure enough it was a message from Lynn.

"Krispy Kremes @ 8:30, FireHouse".

I was totally dissapointed since I had an early class to teach on the
opposite side of town, so I answered back:

"Sorry! Can't make it. Class @ 9". I waited a short while for her response,
but since it was almost 3am I was sure she wouldn't get it until
later. Wrong. Incoming message: "Still up? Cool! Just tell me when's ok and
I'll make it. Need to b w u. Gotta leave sooner 4 shoot, Sat am." That was
day after tomorrow, two days before her planned departure. My impulsive
response: "Let's do it. I'll call in sick". I still don't know where on
earth that came from. Up until now I'd been extremely responsible in all of
my jobs and had never taken a day off but for legitimate reasons. But at
this point spending whatever little time I had left with Lynn sounded
pretty legitimate to me.


Day 3 7:00 am. or so

Didn't get much sleep. Once again in the hot shower I pondered about the
unexpected turns of my, until now, predictable life. Last night I'd been as
intimate with a woman as can be in a public place without getting
arrested. And though I thought I should be feeling some sort of guilt,
truth was I'd never felt lighter and happier... and sexier. As I lathered
up with my sea sponge and abundant citrus gel the thought of Lynn, her
beauty, her lips, her voice, her hair, the straight up way in which she
drank life, her energy, her body...  gave me the shivers. I started
fondling with my already hardenned nipples in a slow deliberate motion
(they were so tight it almost hurt), sending electric pulses to my
pussy... At the same time my left hand circled my navel and kept going
down, massaging my neatly trimmed bush, all the way to my hairless lower
lips, which were already dripping wet and not just because of the running
water. My clit throbbed as if it was about to burst, hard and alert,
begging for all the attention and relief my fingers could give... and did
they! Oh, man!  I was so aroused that after just a little stimulation I
quickly brought myself to an orgasm. (Gotta say that I orgasm primarily
with oral sex and it takes a long, loving time to get me there! That's how
horny I was...)  I felt breathless for a few seconds. And quite surprised
when I realized Tom was watching and smiling.

"Hey! What are you doing?" I asked defensively.

"Making the best detour ever... I thought I'd left my car keys in
here... guess not..." he stared, "All this time I thought you weren't into
morning sex", was his wiseass remark. "Save some for later, will ya?"

"Well, yeah... sure..."

It took me a little while to recover after he left. Got out of the shower,
oiled my body up, pat dried and felt like a goddess again.

I actually felt so sexy that decided to wear no underwear. My jeans rubbing
against my crotch felt heavenly. All this anticipation to be with Lynn
again was killing me. I dropped the kids in school and then headed to the
theater. We decided to keep that meeting spot 'cause it was private yet not
totally. At this point I wasn't sure what to expect from her or from me
when she was around... and having a family didn't look like a big enough
obstacle at the time to keep me away from her.

I stopped at a gourmet coffee place and bought some freshly grounded
Colombian roasted coffee beans (that taste like my childhood) and chocolate
covered orange peels, and went straight to the theater. The door was
uncharacteristically unlocked and it opened with a creak. I stepped in and
shut it behind me. Lights were off. I called Lynn and Brian to no
avail. Then I walked down to the dressing rooms, still no answer. Finally,
I heard some sensuous flamenco (gypsy Spanish) music we were considering
for our next production filling the air and a faint glow of light coming
from the stage. Intrigued, I walked quietly to avoid being heard and when I
arrived backstage I realized my six years' experience in the dramatic arts
hadn't prepared me for this... I was simply perplexed at what I saw...


End of part two.

Sorry to keep you waiting for so long. Juicy Part three will be coming
soon. I already have the first draft, but it doesn't make justice to what
really happened that day at the Firehouse. Please be patient, promise I'll
be back. Thanks to all for the positive feedback. Any suggestions? As
always you can contact me at: bichi67@yahoo.com