"You
seem really down lately. Is there
anything I can do?"
Louisa
looked at me and smiled. "Oh, it's
nothing you can help with."
"Try
me," I offered.
"Well,
it's kind of embarrassing," she laughed.
She looked at my face for any hint I might judge her then
continued. "It's just... been a
while."
"Oh,"
I said. "That's not embarrassing.
It's totally understandable. I have some
really nice single guy friends if you want, Aidan-"
"Casey, no," she smiled tightly.
"Oh,
Ok..." I frowned. "I didn't
mean to force anything on you sorry," I muttered.
"Please
don't feel bad," she begged. "Casey...
hun. I like women."
"Ok,"
I replied.
"You're
not weirded out?"
"Not
really."
"Some
straight girls are. Especially when I
live with them. They get the idea I'm
going to peek in on them every time they get in the shower." She rolled her eyes. "It's why I don't broad cast it. And also guys feel like they've got the right
to ask you all kinds of invasive questions. Girls sometimes, too," she
added.
"I
won't do that."
"You're
so good about it," she enthused.
"Hey,
I'm pretty weird myself. Not one to
judge, m'lady."
"Don't
tell anyone who doesn't know, OK? I'm
not ashamed or anything I just don't like sharing it that much."
"Of
course," I agreed. "Just don't
tell anybody about my Elmo pajamas."
She
grinned. "You look very cute in
those." Louisa was beautiful. Like, really beautiful. I wasn't a slouch but she was one of those
people that 'lit up the room.' She had
long, light brown hair and deep brown eyes.
She had a dainty little nose with a tiny upturn and long eye lashes and
a small chin. Her profile was
perfect. And just the right amount of
freckles sprinkled on her pale, clear skin.
"Want
to watch TV?" I asked.
"Ok."
"I'll
get us some wine."
"Great."
Oh it will
be great. You'll see. We watched New Girl and sat comfortably, as
we always did, eating chips and sipping red wine. "You've got red wine lips," I told
her. "Oh," she said, touching her lip coyly.
"Let
me." I leaned in and kissed
her. Her eyes widened.
"Casey!"
"I want
to help you out. You're beautiful, and
you do plenty of favours for me. So let
me satisfy you."
"It's
just the wine," she frowned.
"Yeah,
right," I said. "I plotted
this at 0 alcohol. Scout's honour." I leaned back and grinned.
"You're
kind of just a pervert, aren't you?" she asked, not in a judging way, just
in a matter of fact kind of way. Her
head cocked cutely to the side.
"Well,
not kind of." I chucked another
chip into my mouth. "I am big
time. I am picky," I
clarified. I took another sip of
wine. "I'm not easy, I just like
what I get and I get what I like. And
right now, I want you."
"I
don't know, Case... What about..."
"The
friendship and blah blah blah. Listen,
we'll always be friends. I think girls
and kiss and more and it just be a nice extension of the friendship. I happen to like all that pillow fighting
stuff. Now come here, I want to see if
your skin feels as soft on my tongue as it looks. Because it looks like fucking butter to me."
She
shuddered. Her eyes glowed. Bedroom eyes.
I was pleased that I had made her wet.
She hesitantly leaned over and pressed her soft, full lips to mine. I grinned into her mouth. I ran my fingers down her sides, under her
loose top. She reached greedily for my
bra, tucking her hand under my t-shirt.
She pulled it aside and her cool fingers fondled my nipple. "Tickles," I said.
She
laughed. I loved her laugh. She was so feminine, so adorable. I had always felt a lot for her. I remember my first real girl crush, back in
high school. Olivia. She was five inches taller than me and well
developed. It's a different kind of love
with girls. It's sweet, and often
unrequited, and I savour it. I smoothed
her silky hair from her face and looked into her eyes. "You're so
beautiful." I licked her bottom lip
and darted my tongue into her mouth. She
kissed back. We got into a nice
pace. I reached for her top and helped
her slip it over her head. She returned
the favour. I opened my eyes to the
sight of her lovely breasts. They were
small and perfect and pale. And slightly
tear drop shaped.
"No
bra," I said approvingly.
"You're
wearing one," she said.
"Yeah,"
I shrugged. "I had to go out
today."
I cuddled in
close to her, offering her the opportunity to reach back and easily remove my
bra. She didn't do so. "I like this." She pushed me face down on the couch. I felt her tug at the bra. She was using her teeth.
"You're
incredibly dexterous," I complimented her as she freed the hooks.
"Practice. Girl's gotta get an edge somehow." I raised up slightly and she freed my
bra.
"Stay,"
she requested.
She moaned
as she ran her hands over my back and the sides of my breasts, squished into
the couch. "Oh, that feels good.
You have no idea, Casey. It's
been so long since I've felt that. Even
if I could stomach being with a guy, they never feel that soft." She kissed my back, rather hard. "I'm so hungry."
I smiled,
feeling blissful. I had assumed I would
be the dominant one, Louisa being so sweet and all, but I might be in for a
surprise.
to be continued...
