Chapter 11: "In Her Arms"

Throughout the rest of January, February and most of March, Charli and I saw each other twice a week. Friday nights we went out to Sulli's or The Ten and danced and drank a few beers; Sunday afternoons we spent talking at her house or mine, or went out for dinner together.

Jen had a new boyfriend and wasn't home very much, so the majority of the childcare burden fell to Charli. Things got a lot better when Jen moved out in late March.

The weather was continuously shitty: cold, snowy and blustery with wind chills far below zero. Mom and Dad stayed south for most of it, coming home in early April to the biggest snowstorm of the year. We experienced 65 mph winds, 38 inches of snow over three days and the loss of electricity for five days. I missed several days of work, as did Charli, but we kept in touch over the phone.

It was April 12th before the snow melted and we were able to get back together; Charli invited me for dinner at Jack's Steak House that Saturday night. I have to say that night was the beginning of our relationship; we'd shared a few soft, moist kisses at times, but I was waiting for her to lose her fear of me. I could see it in her eyes, and with that in mind, I dressed nicely but modestly for our date.

Jack's was full that night, and we spent half an hour in the bar before being seated at our table. I was feeling antsy and nervous, because if our date went well after our short separation, I was going to invite her to come home with me. Mom and Dad were gone, my sheets were fresh and clean, the bed newly made, and I wanted nothing more urgently than to have her in it. I desperately hoped she wouldn't say no.

I think I ate the shrimp plate, I don't remember too much about what happened until after we left. Charli was dressed in her LBD — "Little Black Dress" — with her "Fuck Me" pumps; I was wearing a pale blue linen suit with light blue heels. Charli was giggling over how many heads we'd turned in Jack's as I let her into the house.

I took her coat and hung it and mine on the hook, then slipped off my shoes and walked into the bathroom for a much-needed pee. Not thinking, I hadn't closed the door —how many months had I spent alone without worrying about my privacy? — and finished wiping to see Charli standing in the doorway with her arms folded, grinning at me.

"I'm next," she laughed happily. I stood and shook my skirt down, but before I could leave Charli touched my arm. "It's going to be tonight, isn't it?" she asked.

"If you want," I said huskily.

She gently shoved me out of the room and closed the door.

Charli met me in the kitchen, where I was trying to pour some brandy. She walked up behind me, put her arms around me and hugged me. "I'm ready," she whispered in my ear.

I turned and kissed her, eager to feel her lips. She kissed me back, picking up her glass as she stepped away.

"Show me your bedroom," she said.

I took her hand and led her to my room, only stumbling twice. I touched my lamp, bringing a small glow to the room, and saw her watching me intently. I set my glass on the nightstand, took hers and placed it beside mine. Neither of us said a word; we just stood there gazing into each other's eyes, mesmerized by the presence of someone special.

Charli started undressing first; she got the zipper down as far as she could and turned her back to me. I tingled inside as the hiss of the metal teeth reached her bottom. I didn't see a bra strap, and she shrugged the dress onto the floor. She'd taken off her shoes at the door and she was a vision, barefoot in skimpy white silk panties.

I hurriedly unwrapped my skirt and removed my blouse, and just as I was about to undo the clasp on my bra, she stepped forward and said, "Let me."

I allowed her to finesse the catch and as the bra fell away, she kissed the upper slopes of my breasts in turn, lingering on each for a minute or two. I tried to touch her the same way, but she backed up a step and pointed at my stockings.

"Those have to come off too," she grinned.

I giggled. "So do yours," I said.

'Okay', I thought. 'She's naked with me, she says she's ready, I don't have to hold back anymore.'

I arranged my body on the bed so I was leaning against the headboard and patted the bed next to me. "Right here," I said.

She smiled and lay down beside me, then put her hand on my stomach. I handed her glass to her, and we sipped slowly, savoring the bouquet and flavor.

After a small swallow, she looked at me apprehensively and said, "I'm a little scared."

"Why?" I asked. "We're together, the deadbolts are on all the doors, and we're safe."

"It's not that, it's just ... there're some things I haven't done yet; I don't want to screw up."

"What things?" I smiled reassuringly.

"I've never put ... put my mouth on a woman," she said shyly.

I put my glass down and hugged her. "You don't have to," I said.

"I want to," she declared.

Her cheek was on my shoulder, and I guess the nearness of my nipple infatuated her. She bent her head and took it into her mouth, sucking gently. It shrank rapidly into a hard, tingly knot, giving me a thrumming between my legs.

"Mmmmm," I breathed. "Nice."

She explored a bit further and I took her glass, setting it next to mine. I rolled to my side, allowing more freedom of movement, and slowly reached for her right breast. She glanced my way and nodded, so I cupped it in my hand. She had small areoles, barely an inch across, and the erect nipple filled the darker skin. I rubbed my thumb across her nipple, feeling it tighten a bit more, and was surprised to find her nipples were hotter than the surrounding flesh. Her breasts were about the same size as mine, but they sagged a bit more; her nipples were above center, resting on the slope of her soft mounds.

She raised her head and we kissed, twining our legs together. I think she felt the same way I did; I couldn't get close enough to her.

The kisses started as exploring, soft ones, and in a few minutes they were filled with passion and need. I wanted her to feel free and open, willing to experiment, so I let her do whatever she wanted. For a novice at lesbian lovemaking, she was very thorough.

She rose on one elbow and smoothed her hand down my belly, fingering my pubic hair. Kisses rained on my cheeks, my nose, my ears and my chest; her hand continued exploring and gently parted my labia. I tilted my hips a bit, and one finger slowly entered me.

She slid down a little and kissed my breasts, then started rubbing the palm of her hand on my clit while her finger slid in and out. Charli has nice, long fingers, and every once in a while she'd probe my depths or move her hand in circles, pressing on my happy spot. It was languid sex at its best, and when I came she sucked very hard on my nipples.

Afterward I sucked her finger clean, which got me a surprised smile, and we resumed touching and kissing. I stroked her back and rolled her, then proceeded to do the same thing to her. Her orgasm, although quieter than mine, was just as good.

My neck is a very erogenous zone, and after kissing both sides and giving me goose bumps, she moved to my collarbones and upper chest. She was kneeling near me, using her hands to stroke my skin as far as she could reach while her mouth was busy on my upper half, and then she slid down the bed so her head was next to my belly button.

She smiled shyly at me and asked, "Can I try?"

I put my hand on her head and replied, "Do what you like, it's all good."

She nodded, grinned and tongued my navel. She pushed my legs apart, moved between them and began kissing my thighs and lower belly; nice, wet, warm kisses that made me shiver. Her tongue and mouth trailed slowly down one leg, nibbling and kissing here and there; when she got to my foot she took each of my toes in her mouth and closed her eyes as she sucked them, obviously enjoying it very much.

When she changed legs, she started at the bottom and did my toes on the other foot, murmuring "mmmm" as she caressed each one with her tongue. I was crazy with lust by the time she reached my pubic hair; I could smell myself, a strong, carnal scent, and I squeaked as she drove her tongue forcefully between my labia, opening me. She lapped me with a flat tongue, spreading me open, and inserted a finger, pressing up. I twitched when she hit my happy spot, and I felt more slippery wetness dribble from my pussy.

Then came two fingers and her mouth near my clit, sucking my inner lips deep into her mouth; seconds later she had my clit surrounded, trilling it with her tongue. She let me get close and slowed down; I whined in frustration. Over the next few minutes, it happened two or three more times.

Finally I whispered, "I need to come ... please?"

She giggled and bore down on my clit, thrashing it with her tongue and lips, pumping her fingers rapidly in and out of my tunnel. I felt it surge toward the surface; a bright, white heat rising from my belly and cunt, obliterating everything in its path. I tried to hold her head, arching off the bed and pressing my center to her — I wanted her inside me!— as my body shivered and trembled through the maelstrom. I was doing the splits as wide as I ever had, my feet waving in the air. I couldn't see or hear, my nipples were hot and achy, and I couldn't remember my last breath.