Chapter 6: In Sleep

Olivia slowly put the lights on in her apartment, turning her head over her shoulder to offer me kisses from time to time.

My hands ran down her dress and yanked off her coat.

“Should we—” she started, but I stopped her words with my mouth. This was my show, my turn to show her what she meant to me.

It was a slow trip up her stairs. Now and then one of us would push the other against the wall and kiss and fondle. Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore and pushed her down to rest on the stairs.

“Elizabeth,” she murmured thickly.

I wasn’t sure if it was a question or a plea. It didn’t matter. She rested against the stairs and I climbed down a bit, parting her legs. I looked up her body, smiling at her expression. She watched with amazement as I ran my hands up her legs—clothed in stockings—and hiked up her skirt. I wasn’t the same Elizabeth, fluttering between certainty and doubt. I was a woman with a desirer Olivia’s caliber.

I pulled myself over her and shared a heated kiss. I could have stayed there forever, but I felt Olivia’s legs impatiently moving back and forth and was reminded of what I wanted to do.

My mouth traveled down, sucking the skin beneath her earlobe. When my lips met the top of her dress, my hand came up to tear away a little at the the bust.

“Elizabeth!”

I probably should have been embarrassed-and might have been later- but it was worth it. There her ruby nipple was, pointing proudly and begging for my tongue. She groaned when I rested my face against her chest, and wrapped her fingers around my hair. She pushed my head further into her body, panting as I played with her nipple.

Eventually she let go. Her flushed cheeks told me it was too much. Just before I moved away, I gave her nipple a little nibble. Her entire body jolted and her mouth just opened in shock.

Back between her legs, I could smell her arousal. It never occurred to me that would be something that I’d ever smell, first of all, and second of all, appreciate. There was a tiny hole in her black stockings. I became fascinated with it, and covered it with my calloused thumb. Olivia made a small noise in her throat. My mind played with various ways to drive her crazy, and when I got one particularly delicious idea I couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across my face.

I bent over her leg and licked the hole, laving my tongue in little circles.

“Elizabeth,” Olivia begged again. “I can’t— Let’s go upstairs. Please. I need you.”

But I wasn’t done yet. I reached beneath her skirts and slowly pried her stockings down. I left them around her ankles, not interested in going through the process of removing her boots, and dragged the rest of her dress up her body until it rested over her tan stomach.

“Liz, please.”

I said nothing. I licked a trail above her sapphire panties and blew. She shuddered beneath me. Her cold hands went to my cheeks. I didn’t look at her; instead I gazed between her legs, fascinated at the sheen of her pussy beneath the gauzy blue fabric.

Without thinking about it, I reached over and kissed her there. She jumped and cursed in a language I didn’t recognize.

“Liz! Let’s go into the bedroom,” Olivia suggested, her voice twisted and breathy.

I ignored her and found myself slipping her panties down.

“Oh, God,” Olivia groaned, dropping her head down.

I breathed her in, loving the earthy and sweet scent, and then licked a line up her center. The taste was indescribable. She panted and searched for something blindly with her hand. I realized she wanted my own. I grabbed her hand, and with my other I pressed and tickled the sensitive flesh.

“Please, my lover.” My eyes met hers. Her head rested on a stair above so she could watch me. “You’re driving me crazy.”

I lowered my head, keeping my eyes on hers. “Good,” I whispered, just before I began battling with her clit. Her eyes squeezed shut and the hand she used to hold mine constricted almost painfully.

I made love to her with my mouth, pouring all of my emotions and frustrations into every flick and every suck.

Her forehead grew shiny with sweat. Different words spilled from her mouth. Some I could understand, others I understood merely from the way she said them. I opened her up more, pressing on the insides of her thighs. Her delicate folds spread further and she gasped when I blew air across her soaked pussy.

Then I slipped my fingers in, one by one, loving the feel of her constricting and releasing around each of them as it sought deeper inside of her. Her head was shaking back and forth, and her hips jutted up and fell back down helplessly as I made love to her.

I had enough teasing her. My fingers picked up their pace and began to fuck her. She slammed the wall with her palm and her eyes stared at me pleadingly. That’s when I dropped my head back down and licked around her lips, getting her even more drenched with my saliva. She tasted delicious; I never imagined a woman tasting appetizing the way Olivia did to me.

Then I focused on her clit, flicking it slowly at first before moving my tongue around in frantic circles. She was wet and my mouth was only making her wetter.

Olivia’s moan was really a song, and the song grew higher and higher as she climbed up the hill to orgasm.

“Fuck!” she screamed, before continuing to sing.

I shoved my tongue into her hole and fucked her with it. My fingers blindly searched for her sopping clit and I knew I found it when she shrieked and her song became connected moans.

She came on my tongue. I swallowed and then licked her all around. She giggled and pushed me away.

“So sensitive.”

I thought it would be weird. I would have never thought in a million years this was something that could turn me on. But it did.

“Get up,” I ordered.

She looked up at me, smirking. “Now you think you’re in control?”

“Get up, Olivia. I’m going to fuck you.”

“You just did,” she laughed, throwing her arms over her head and resting on the stairs.

I climbed up her body, rubbing our breasts together and sighing unevenly. “I mean with your strap-on. As promised.”

And for maybe the hundredth time that night, I shocked Olivia Beringer.

The next afternoon, I showed up at the nail salon as promised. Jackie and I were picking out nail colors and I kept looking at her, wondering when the right time was to tell her I was in a lesbian relationship. I certainly couldn’t tell her while we were getting our nails done, and she had to dash when we were done. Her sister was having some kind of drama; I only half-listened to that part.

Eventually she turned and caught me watching her. “Is there something on your mind?”

“What? No. Not at all.” I picked up a random bottle of polish.

Jackie’s eyes swung from the bottle back to me. “So, you’re going with blue today, then?”

I looked at the bottle and laughed. ‘Baby Blues’ it was called.

“Definitely not. Can’t imagine Roger loving that.”

“God, what is it with you and Roger?”

I turned from the polish rack. “What do you mean?”

“What’s the deal with your hero worship? I swear to God you’d, like, cut your palm as sacrifice for him.”

“Haha, you’re so dramatic! No, he just sort of ... mentored me when I started out. And he knew my dad, back when Dad was practicing. He’s always been really decent to me. You know it’s not really easy climbing up the ranks as a girl.”

“Hell no, thank God I’ve never had aspirations to be an attorney. I like being a sort of office manager, even if they won’t give me the fucking title.”

Jackie was quiet for a minute. Then she turned to me. “You know Robert is kind of a scumbag? I didn’t realize it when I kept pushing you to go out with him. I’m sorry.”

I blinked. That was unexpected. “Um, don’t worry about it. Why do you mention it?”

“He just makes jokes. About women. I can just tell it eats him up you’re on the same level as him in Roger’s eyes.”

“Hmm. I don’t worry much about that, and you shouldn’t, either. But thanks for having my back.” I bumped shoulders with her.

I was reaching for a bottle when she asked, “So, are we gonna talk about your affair with Olivia now or when Cindy files my nails?”

Slowly I turned to her. And then I giggled. A lot. She went crazy giggling too and everyone in the nail salon stared at us like we were lunatics.

When we settled down and wiped the tears from her eyes, I stared at her soberly. “I really like her.”

Jackie turned away, fiddling with a few bottles of polish. “And she’s good to you?”

“Very. I don’t know why, but she has it in her head I’m some kind of interesting person. And I just thought I was neurotic.”

I didn’t get the big smile I wanted, but Jackie did try. She looked at me and then hugged me before I was prepared. “Good. And shut up, of course you’re an interesting person.”

“So, you aren’t weirded out by it?” I asked her.

She pulled away and shook her head with a warm smile. “Nah. I’m sorry I wasn’t more supportive from the start.”

“It’s a big ... change. I get it.”

One of the manicurists came out and gave us a look. “Who goes first?”

We laughed, remembering once again where we were, and I thanked God I still had Jackie as my friend.

Olivia and I had settled into a strange routine by the time Monday came around. I was due back at work, and she was convinced I was going to come home all closed-off and moody.

“You’re going to want to break up again.”

She was only wearing simple white panties, but she looked delicious laying there in my bed. I crept up her body—in my clothes for work—and gave her a big fat kiss.

“If your pussy tastes as good as usual when I get off work, I’m sure I’ll be in a perfect mood.”

Olivia laughed and stroked my jaw. “Who is this woman on top of me? I’ve created a monster.”

“You are an artist. It would only figure you’d work on me.”

She kissed me, running her hands through my freshly brushed hair. When she moved her mouth away, her smile was soft. “My masterpiece.”

I gave her another peck. “Don’t be silly.”

I got off of her and got ready. “Will you be here when I get back?”

“I have to go back to my apartment. I’m expecting shipments.”

“Okay. Well, I guess I’ll call you.”

Olivia leant up on an elbow. “We’ll have dinner?”

I smiled. “We’ll have dinner.”

There was a strange vibe when I walked into the office that morning. Roger and Robert were talking in Roger’s office, and I could have sworn they peeked at me a few times through the blinds in the window.

But by noon, nothing had been said and I decided to drop it. I was just being paranoid. I thought instead of the pretty girl I had waiting for me, and how crazy my transition had been. When do I tell my mom? Am I really a lesbian now? I mean, I don’t think I could go down on just anybody. But with Olivia...

“Elizabeth?”

I looked over my shoulder and Roger stood there, his fatherly eyes staring at me with concern. Fuck. Something was definitely wrong.

I painted a smile on my face. “Hi, Roger. What’s up?”

“I’d like to have a conversation with you, if you don’t mind. Would you join me in my office?”

“Of course. Should I bring any files with me or—”

“That won’t be necessary.” He smiled, but it was off. He was giving me his Lawyer Smile.

I followed him into his office as though I were following him to my death. I saw Robert sitting at his desk, looking quite smug, and I just knew what was about to happen.

“Sit. Please.”

“You’re giving Rose Sherman’s case to Robert, aren’t you?”

Roger sighed and took a sip of water. “Please sit down, Elizabeth.”

“This is such bullshit, Roger. No one else can represent that case the way I can. I’ve gotten to know Rose very well and—”