Disclaimer: Like
all of my stories, this one is fictional.
It contains depictions of love and sexual expression between women.
Dedication: This
story is for everyone who believes in love.
Can two hearts recognize each other the moment they meet? Call me hopelessly romantic, but I believe
that when the real thing comes along, we know it instantly and we are fools to
resist the inevitable. As always, SAL
you are my heart.
A special thanks to Rachel for seeing
something worthy in my stories and continuing to post them.
Enjoy and send comments to lkb533@verizon.net.
First Sighting
By Lynette Mae
I looked up from loading my vehicle in the parking lot and
my breath caught in my chest. You were
walking across the far side of the lot, silhouetted against the setting
sun. Your golden hair was blowing in the
breeze atop your thin lithe body and your long legs carried you in certain
strides toward your destination. My
heart skipped a beat when you turned in my direction as if sensing my stare,
but I was all the way across the lot, so that was impossible—wasn’t it?
We each got into our respective cars and drove away. The rest of the shift thoughts of that brief sight
of you were maddeningly distracting. Concentration
became impossible by the time I finished my shift. Not wanting to go home and face my roommate,
my ex lover, I decided instead to stop at the lodge for a few beers. The company of friends over a few drinks
provides a distraction, but only temporary.
At home, when I shower and climb into the cool sheets,
your image plays across my closed lids each time I close my eyes. I tell myself this is nuts. I don’t even know who you are. It makes no sense that I can’t get you out of
my thoughts. Finally after hours
fitfully tossing and turning, I fall asleep.
The next day I am feeling a bit more in control of my
emotions. I review my lesson plan for
the block of instruction I will be teaching at the academy this evening while I
have my coffee. My roommate gripes about
some mindless bullshit that I tune out; vowing that next month either I go or
she goes. With her droning in the
background my thoughts again drift to the image of you. I wonder—no hope—that I will catch another
glimpse or even better, see you up close.
Panic seizes me at that point. What would I say? I’d probably stand there dumbfounded like a
stupid adolescent, mumbling incoherently, making you think I was a total idiot. Get a grip, I tell myself. I’ve never had trouble talking to a woman
before, so why should you be any different?
Because my brain
has never been so befuddled just imagining having a conversation with a woman
before.
At seven o’clock sharp I stride confidently into the
classroom to begin setting up my laptop and queuing up the power point
presentation. My friend Jen, who runs
the academy comes in and chats while I work.
“Ready?” Jen asks
as my title slide appears on the screen.
“Absolutely.”
I turn my back to the screen and face the class as Jen introduces
me. Suddenly, Jen’s voice is drowned out
by a roaring in my ears when I look up from the laptop and tumble into the most
beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. There
you are sitting five feet in front of me, your gaze fixed upon me with rapt attention. I stand there unable to speak. Nothing exists except the connection between
us at this moment. I am transfixed,
locked in your stare, helpless to look away.
Jen nudges me with her elbow, “Hey, bud, you okay?”
“Uh, yeah…” I attempt a coherent thought, dragging my eyes
away from your hypnotic spell.
“Good. Then I’ll
leave you to it.” With that, Jen is
gone, leaving me alone at the front of the room with my lesson plan. The first hour seems endless. Thankfully, my instruction
is second nature because I cannot focus with you sitting there staring at
me.
I bolt for the cafeteria as soon as I release the class
for the break, desperate for a solitary place to calm my jangling nerves. I pour a cup of wickedly strong coffee from
the pot sitting on the warmer and take a seat by the window. Once again, my rational mind chastises that I
am behaving a bit insanely. And, it adds
wryly, to top it all off, she’s a recruit.
That’s something akin to jailbait for training officers, and all I
needed to reset my thinking on the right course. Off limits. Enough said.
That convinced me to corral my out of control libido for
another couple of months. Not that I didn’t think about you. I did.
A lot.
Every now and then I would see you, much like that first day, across the
lot or at the end of the hall, oblivious to me.
Your presence undid me whether you knew it or not and try as I might, I
couldn’t ignore it much longer.
A few weeks later I am leaving the locker room after a
long shift. My friends have convinced me
to meet at the lodge for a couple of beers to unwind. At the door, I am nearly knocked on my ass by
someone charging into the room the other way.
You nearly lose your balance and I catch you in my arms, our faces
inches apart.
Time stops as I hold you.
I am not breathing. I can’t for
fear of breaking the spell. Your blue
eyes shine with anticipation. This time
we both feel the electricity flowing between our bodies, flooding our veins
with a need that we can’t describe.
Sanity reasserts itself and I release you. Your eyes fall to the floor as you step away,
“Excuse me corporal.”
Your withdrawal leaves me chilled and wanting to return to
your warmth. Instead I move to the
safety of the exit. I stop when I reach
the door, giving into the overwhelming need to say something at long last.
“T.J. My
friends call me T.J.”
Your face lights up in a smile that I will never
forget. The first time you smile just
for me.
“Christina. My
friends call me Chris.”
It seemed as if by some mutually unspoken agreement
neither one of us extended our hands at the introduction. I think we both knew somewhere deep inside that
once we touched again we wouldn’t be able to stop.
“Pleased to meet you, Chris.”
I started to push through the doors but your voice stopped me.
“Are you going to the lodge?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I’ll see you there. Our big graduation celebration
is tonight.” Again the
kilowatt smile that sends the blood to all of my erogenous zones. Jesus.
******
Sitting at the bar with my third cold beer, I’m laughing
at the antics of my best friends at the dart board when you walk in the back
door. Low slung jeans cling to your hips
hugging your legs all the way to the ankle where the worn brown boots poke
out. The black t-shirt snugs across your
chest and broad shoulders. My eyes fall
to the points of your nipples straining against the cotton.
When I raise my eyes again, I have been caught staring,
but the look in your eyes says you definitely don’t mind. I feel my clit jump recognizing the wanting
glint in your gaze. My eyes remain fixed
on you while you make the rounds congratulating the others in your class. Ever so slowly you work your way across the
room toward the bar where I am seated. I
push the stool next to me out with my foot, inviting you to sit.
For the next hour we engage in small talk, learning little
bits about each other. I learn that you
are a military brat who grew up pretty much all over. You love the color green. Deep green like summer grass. Your favorite ice cream is mint chocolate
chip.
“That’s green too,” I laugh. Your eyes are dancing before me, enticing
blue pools that I could lose myself in forever.
It’s getting late and we really should go. The need to touch you is overpowering.
“Can I give you a ride somewhere?” I ask trying to keep my voice steady.
“I have a car here,” you reply.
“Oh.” The
disappointment in my voice is audible, “I’ll walk you out, then.”
Once outside, we walk close, nearly touching. The heat is radiating between us as we make
our way across to the adjoining lot around the corner of the building. Your car is at the back against the
building. Other than that, the lot is
empty. We are alone.
At the front fender you turn to look into my eyes and the
need I can see completely destroys any control I had left. Moving against your body, I back you against
the car, pressing my hips to yours. My
hands drive into your hair to hold your head firmly as my mouth crushes against
yours. Finally.
The hours and weeks of longing are released in a
blistering melding of our common desire. We match each other in a give and
take, stroke for stroke of our tongues, tasting the first drops of
passion. I feel your hands pulling the
t-shirt from the back of my jeans to skate your figertips along the skin beneath. I gasp at the first touch and my hips buck
against you of their own will.
Now there is no time, only sensation, feeling and all
consuming desire to touch you everywhere.
But not here.
I break the kiss with all the control I can muster.
“My place isn’t far. Your car will be fine here.” I hold my breath waiting for your response
with my pulse hammering at my sex, demanding attention. When you don’t speak, I simply grasp your
hand and start walking, noting that you come along willingly. I smile.
******
You are running your tongue along the rim of my ear and
stroking beneath my shirt, making it hard to fit the key into the lock at my
apartment. I kick the door closed as
soon as we get inside. In the next
second, I scoop you up by the waist growling when you wrap strong legs around
my waist for our short trip to the bedroom.
Through a kiss I can feel you pulling my shirt up toward
my head and we break the embrace just long enough for you to work it over and
off. I repeat the action with you to
leave us both shirtless. My mouth
captures a stiff nipple to suck and swirl my tongue on the stiff tip. I hear you moaning. Your fingers fist in the back of my hair to
push me more forcefully to your breast.
Understanding instinctively your unspoken command, I bite down on the
nipple and you hiss in a breath of pleasure.
I am close to exploding with the feel of your body’s
responses. The heat from your center
grinding against my thigh is making my head swim. I can feel you pulsing and I imagine how wet
and ready you are for me.
“Let’s lie down.” I
whisper and guide you back onto the bed.
With shaking hands I untie your boots and pull them off. Then I work the button and zipper on your jeans. In the next moment, your panties join the
rest of the clothing on the floor and I am speechless at the beauty before
me.
Not to be outdone, you immediately begin working on the
buttons of my fly before sliding the denim and my boxers down together. I step free to move up to pull back the
comforter and you lay with your head propped on the pillows looking like an
angel. You gather me close, pulling me
down to lie on top of you. Our mouths
find each other again to begin the dance anew.
Kisses deepen and become more urgent. Our bodies writhe together with touches that
somehow instinctively know just the right spot, as if we’d made love many times
before. I feel you spread your legs,
raising your hips in an unspoken plea and I answer, moving lower to take your
sex between my lips.
The first taste of you makes me dizzy with pleasure and I
know right then that I will never be satisfied with anything less. You are intoxicating and I drink of you like
a woman who has been dying of thirst in the desert. Soon I feel you bucking against me, your clit
pulsing and so hard and engorged I know it must be nearly painful.
I place two fingers at the entrance of your desire and
slide them into your hot wetness. My
tongue is still working you and you swell allowing me to insert another
finger. God, you are so hot and tight
sucking on my fingers now with your juices flowing. My tongue laps them up eagerly. I replace my tongue on your clit with my
thumb, rising up so I can watch your face.
I am driving into you now; you are slamming onto my fingers pushing me
further inside with each thrust.
Crying out, you cum hard and fast, the contractions
squeezing my fingers tightly in a steady rhythm. Your beauty overwhelms me and
I fly off the edge with you as my own climax rips through me.
*****
Three years later I smile remembering our first night
together. The visceral memories are burned permanently into my brain. Never before has anyone taken me so totally
by surprise and with such fervor. I used
to worry sometimes that it all happened too fast. Maybe we shouldn’t have given into our
desires so quickly. Or that we might
burn out like a comet fast and furious.
Then, I look at you sleeping peacefully next to me and the
pure adoration I still feel squeezes my chest almost painfully. As if sensing my thoughts, you roll over and
open your sleepy eyes to look at me with a love that is deep and abiding. Ours is a once in a lifetime, all consuming
love.
My soul knew you the moment of that first sighting.