Disclaimers: The looks and some characteristics of the two main characters contained in this piece of fiction are based on characters I don’t own, wish I did, just like everybody else. Everything else you can blame on me. Everything mentioned is fictitious, except London and East Grinstead.
Sex: Of course. Between two women. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. Hopefully it would rate a ‘don’t read at work’ ranking. You can let me know. Also a description of a teenage m/f pairing. Don’t worry it’s shall we say short and forgettable.
Violence/Bad Words: Nope and a few.
Note: I did badmouth the Southern Baptist Religion a tad. Live with it.
I can be reached at WXPScribe@aol.com Comments are welcome, flames will be properly disposed of.
The British accent surprised Moe and she heard ‘hello’ repeated twice before she could respond. “Is this Rikki?”
“Yes, what can I do you for?” Rikki responded automatically with her trademark sultry voice. She thought the caller was the woman she had met at lunch and was calling for a date.
“I, ah, I was calling about the ad you put up at the student center. I need a tutor for calculus.” Moe wondered if she maybe should try one of the other numbers she had written down. Except for the fact that the others all wanted too much money and this Rikki person didn’t list an amount.
“Sorry, love, I thought you were someone else.” Rikki apologized. “Come by and we can talk about it.”
“What do you charge? I, ah, can’t afford a lot.” Moe was in her first year and attending the university on an academic scholarship, anything mathematical being her one Achilles heel. But she only worked ten hours a week at the campus bookstore and didn’t have money to be tossing around.
“Can you cook?”
“Excuse me? What does that have to do with anything?” Moe was convinced this Rikki person was a kook.
“All will be explained when you get here. Do you know where the Meridian Apartments are?”
“Those the ones that are a block west of Rhodes Hall?”
“That’s them, buzz number 13 and I’ll let you in. My flat is on the fifth floor, turn right off the lift and it’s at the end of the hall. See you in a few.”
Moe stared at the receiver wondering why she had agreed to meet a total stranger alone at her apartment. “Got to be the accent.” She mumbled as she hung up the phone. “Tammy, I’m going out.” She got a groan from the lump on the bed that was her roommate.
“Mmm, I wonder what she looks like? She sounded young.” Rikki asked the empty room. “It doesn’t matter.” She scolded her reflection in the mirror. “You can get a date anywhere.”
And she could, and did, frequently. Rikki had been described as ‘tall, dark and gorgeous’ more times than she could count. She was six feet one inch, had an athletic body from playing volleyball, basketball and softball. Her dark raven hair hung just below her shoulder blades, her olive skin tone told of her Greek grandparents and mother. Her piercing blue eyes and her stubborn disposition she inherited from her English father.
She had both men and women chasing her most everywhere she went; though Rikki only allowed the women to catch her. And usually quite frequently, although lately she had tired of the games that the women in the bars played. More times than she cared to think about she had been used by someone to make their girlfriend jealous. Granted she had used them too, but she needed a break and she had thought that the woman from lunch might be different.
Rikki had used the time between the phone call and the buzz at the security door to pick up her books and clothes that adorned her living room furniture. She released the lock after Moe identified herself.
She opened her apartment door just as Moe raised her hand to knock. “I’m Rikki, come in.” She said to the short, the top of her head only coming to Rikki’s chin, blonde-haired young woman staring at her with the bright green eyes.
“Oh, thanks. I’m Moe…but you already know that don’t you, since I just called and you were expecting me. Unless you were expecting someone else.” She ducked her head so Rikki wouldn’t see the blush spreading across her cheeks. She had been staring at the tall woman and then started rambling. ‘She must think I’m an idiot.’ Moe continued to stare at her feet as she entered the apartment.
‘Oh my, she’s really cute. I wonder if she’s family?’ Rikki shut the door and stared at the scrumptious looking butt that was barely covered by the frayed cutoffs the young woman was wearing. “Can I get you something to drink?”
“No thanks.” Moe jammed her hands into her back pockets to stop her nervous habit of chewing on her thumbnail. “Like I said on the phone, I can’t pay a lot.”
Rikki held up her hands interrupting whatever else Moe was going to say. “I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll tutor you two or three nights a week for as long as you need, if on those nights, you’ll cook dinner for us. I’ll pay for the food, you just stop by the store and pick it up on your way here.”
Moe looked leery. “Why?”
“I don’t cook and I’m sick to death of takeaway and restaurants.” She explained.
“Why not just hire a cook?” Moe voiced what she thought was the obvious choice. The woman didn’t seem to be hurting for money; the apartment she was standing in was fairly large and well furnished. And even small apartments this close to the campus didn’t come cheap.
Rikki sighed. “I tried that last year, twice. The first one made all these god awful supposedly gourmet meals that weren’t edible. The second one…well, she just didn’t work out.” ‘Can’t tell her that the cook expected to be dessert every night. Although that first night when I walked into the room with her lying on the couch naked with whipped cream, chocolate syrup and a cherry covering three strategic places was kind of interesting.’
“I guess we could try it, see how it works out. Would it just be the two of us or do you have a roommate or boyfriend?” Moe blushed again; she usually didn’t ask such personal questions of someone she just met. “I mean, I’ll need to know how much food to buy.”
‘Nobody blushes this much.’ Rikki smirked. ‘She really doesn’t know my reputation or she’s a really great actor.’ Rikki wouldn’t put it past Frank, her only close friend, to play such an elaborate joke. “Only dinner for two. I don’t have a roommate or a boyfriend.”
‘I can’t believe someone with her looks doesn’t have a bunch of boyfriends.’ “Okay, what days are good for you? I work four hours on Friday night and six hours on Saturday at the bookstore. Any other time I’m free.”
“How about tomorrow night for a trial run. You can bring your books and see if I know what I’m doing and afterwards I can see if you can cook. I eat most everything, so whatever you want to fix is fine with me.” She picked up her wallet from the coffee table and withdrew two twenty-dollar bills and handed them to Moe. “For the food.” She explained.
“Oh, yeah. I’ll bring you your change.”
“Are you sure meeting at night is going to be okay? I have softball practice in the afternoon so it’s the only time I’m free. It’s going to cut into your social life especially when you work Fridays and Saturdays.” Rikki’s libido was fishing for information.
“Wally, he’s my boyfriend from back home. It’s his second year here and he’s on a football scholarship so he’s busy in the afternoon too with practice and everything. He was upset that I have to work on Saturday and can’t come to the games and he won’t like it if I’m busy at night during the week but he’ll just have to adjust. I’m here to study and learn not to be his date at all the frat parties.” Moe explained.
The next night went by smoothly despite the fact that Moe was running late since she had to make a second trip to the store when she discovered a completely bare cupboard. Rikki, true to her word, was a mathematical whiz even though she was distracted by the enticing smells emanating from the kitchen. And Moe turned out to be a wonderful cook of what she called ‘down home cookin’, the smells not doing the dinner justice.
They agreed that Monday and Wednesday would be their nights to meet, with Sunday a possibility if Moe had a major test scheduled for the following week.
“Moe love, what’s wrong? You’ve had dark circles under your eyes for a week now and you’re about to fall asleep in your potatoes. You been partying too much?” It was Wednesday night of their third week that Rikki voiced her concern.
“Sorry, Rikki. It’s my roommate, Tammy. She…” Moe’s cheeks starting turning pink. “I haven’t been able to sleep much.” She looked down at her plate hoping Rikki would let it drop.
“What’s she doing? Playing loud music?” Rikki knew it wasn’t that simple if the blush was any indication.
Moe cleared her throat. “She and her boyfriend…they…ah…seem to want to…be together a lot.” Moe’s cheeks turned a deeper red.
Rikki furrowed her brow in feigned confusion. “Together?” She had discovered that she liked to tease the young woman as long as it was just innocent fun.
“Yeah…you know…together.” Moe sighed when Rikki shook her head like she was totally in the dark. “Have sex.” She blurted out and turned beet red.
“Ah.” Rikki acknowledged. “Wait, you mean while you’re in the room with them?” Sudden comprehension dawned on her. ‘Damn, if talking about it embarrassed the young woman this badly what would being in the same room with them do to her?’
“Yeah, I either have to listen to them or leave. So I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in a while.” Moe explained.
Rikki felt sorry for the young woman. “They’re loud I take it.”
Moe squirmed in her chair. “They kinda grunt. He grunts then she grunts, he grunts, she grunts. It reminds me of those old trains, you know? When they were just pulling out of the station. The smoke would come out of the stack, slowly at first.” Moe was still staring at her plate. “Puff…....puff…....puff. Then it’d get faster, puff…puff…puff. Then faster, puff, puff, puff.”
Rikki was laughing so hard; she had tears running down her face. “Thanks, it’s been years since I’ve laughed like this.” She wiped her eyes and noticed Moe seemed to be very uncomfortable. “You really are an innocent, aren’t you? How old are you?”
Moe jerked her head up to glare at Rikki. “I’m sorry if my strict upbringing offends you. And if you really want to know I turned 18 this past June. And one more thing, I’m not as innocent as you think. I’ve had…I’ve done it…once.” She mentally kicked herself for not being able to say sex again.
Rikki sat stunned. Then she smiled at the realization that the young woman had a fiery personality just waiting to escape. Then it registered that she was headed for the door. “Bloody hell. Wait, Moe, I didn’t mean it in a bad way. Please don’t leave.” Rikki reach Moe before she made it to the door. She grasped her hand and led her to the couch in the living room. They sat down side by side and Rikki reluctantly released Moe’s hand. “I really am sorry.”
“I guess I’m a little touchy. People sometimes make fun of me, treat me like I’m a country bumpkin and I thought that you were doing the same thing.” She sniffed and stared at her hands that were folded in her lap.
Rikki leaned over and gently lifted Moe’s chin with her fingers until she could see the tears that ran down the young woman’s cheeks. “I didn’t mean to make fun of you. It’s actually rather refreshing to find someone in this day and age that has principles and the will to stick to them.”
Moe saw honesty and something else in the blue eyes that she couldn’t quite identify, but it made her feel cared for. She laced her fingers together with Rikki’s. “Thank you. But they’re more my papa’s principles than mine.” She sighed and leaned over and rested her head on the older woman’s shoulder. “I’m from a small town not too far from here.” Moe started explaining. “The kind where everyone knows everyone else’s business. I remember when I was about ten, Patty Lou, she’s the waitress down at the diner now, suddenly left town to go live with her Aunt Thelma. Everybody including me knew she was pregnant and when I heard my mama talking to one of the ladies from church about Patty Lou being ruined I thought she was the only one that didn’t know what was going on. So, trying to be helpful, I spoke up telling them both that Patty Lou wasn’t ruined, she was pregnant. I got such a whipping that day and mama threatened to wash my mouth out with soap if I every said a bad word again.”
“I take it Patty Lou wasn’t married? And since when is pregnant a bad word?” Rikki asked.
“No she wasn’t, she was a senior in high school. And I think it was more knowing at ten years old what the word pregnant meant than actually saying it. My family is Southern Baptist and my papa follows it’s teachings to the letter.” Moe noticed Rikki’s confusion. “Women are supposed to get married and have kids, not a career. No opinions on anything important; do whatever your husband and the church says. I had to practically threaten a hunger strike to be allowed to come to the university.”
Rikki shivered. “One of those.” She shook her head. “I really am sick and tired of these so called religious leaders trying to bully people into living by their rules and regulations. It’s really scary how many people believe them. I take it you don’t believe the same things?”
“No, not really. But I’m not sure what I do believe in, I’m kinda in the dark when it comes to some things.” She blushed again. “You know…sex and drinking and stuff.” Moe finished in a rush.
“Is that why the people here are making fun of you?”
“Yeah, that and my thoughtful roommate saw my real name on a letter my mama sent and told a bunch of people.”
“Your roommate, is it Tammy Pressman?” Moe nodded. “And Jim Moore is her boyfriend?”
“Yeah, why do you ask? You know them?”
“Not personally no.” Rikki responded after a few minutes of silence. “So are you going to tell me your name or do I have to guess? I promise I won’t laugh.”
“It’s Maybelle Olivia Echols.” Moe scrunched up her nose. “See why I go by Moe?”
Rikki grinned. “Yeah. Although I like Olivia. Very aristocratic.”
“The way you say it, it is. But I hate Maybelle.”
“It’s the accent.” Rikki said assuredly.
“Possibly or the person.” Moe squeezed the hand she was still holding. “I’ve always wanted to travel. I think England would be the first stop on my world wind exotic tour.”
“I wouldn’t call England exotic.” Rikki chuckled. “It can be quite stuffy at times. Depending on who you talk to and where you go.” She was thinking of her father and his friends being the perfect example.
“Tell me about you, where you’re from, is your family still there?” Moe saw the good humor fade from Rikki’s face and a cross between sadness and anger form there instead. “You don’t have to tell me.”
“No, it’s okay. It’s just that I don’t normally tell people a lot about myself. Only Frank, he’s my only close friend until you that is, knows anything about me.” She gave Moe a sad smile. “I was born in East Grinstead, it’s a little south of London. My father still owns the house and grounds in East Grinstead that have been in his family for generations and my parents split their time between living there and in London. I have three older brothers that also live in London.”
“I have two older brothers and an older sister. So like me you’re the baby of the family.” Moe saw the expression on Rikki’s face grow sadder and misinterpreted it as homesickness. “When’s the last time you went home?”
“I was in London two and a half years ago.” Rikki knew she was asking her about seeing her family but explaining why she hadn’t seen them since then would mean an explanation as to why, and she was reluctant to reveal her lifestyle to her new friend. With Moe’s strict upbringing she wasn’t sure how she would react.
“I know it must cost a lot to go back and forth, but that’s a long time to go without seeing your family.” She wondered if she would be able to go that long without seeing her brothers and sister and their families.
Rikki was torn between brushing it off, lying or just getting it over with and telling the truth. For some reason it was important for this young woman to like her. “Look, Moe…I have a solution for your lack of sleep problem but I want you to know the truth before you decide.” ‘She’d hear the truth before long anyway.’ Rikki decided.
“Okay.” Moe turned sideways on the couch to face Rikki and to give the uncharacteristically fidgeting woman a little room.
Rikki took a deep breath. “My father basically threw me out of the house seven years ago, I was 18. I refused to conform to how he thought I should live my life. He considers me an embarrassment to his good name.”
“You haven’t seen your family for seven years?”
“Oh no, I still am expected to appear at certain social functions. Living this far away excuses me from some but everything must appear ‘normal’ to his friends and peers.” Rikki said in disgust. “I’m only considered part of the family on those occasions. My fathers a member of the House of Lords and doesn’t consider having a lesbian for a daughter is befitting a man in his position.” Rikki released Moe’s hand and folded hers together in her lap, waiting for her new friend’s reaction.
“I don’t think I’ve ever known anyone who was gay. Well, anyone that would admit it anyway.” Then another thought occurred to her and she smiled. “Hey, does that mean you’re royalty?”
“No.” Rikki’s apprehension turned to amusement. The subject of royalty seemed to fascinate most Americans. “My father is the Earl of Whitehurst, but not royalty.”
“They must care about you though, I mean they support you, right? This place isn’t cheap and you don’t work. That must mean something.”
“My family is rich, but I live on a trust fund set up by my mother’s parents. I do get a check every once in a while from my father’s lawyers but I think that’s just to buy my silence and to keep me away.”
“So that’s why you don’t have to charge me?” Moe grinned. “I thought you were some kind of a kook.”
“I think I’ve been insulted.” Rikki raised an eyebrow at her friend.
“I love that eyebrow thingy. You’ve got to teach me that.” Moe slumped back against the arm of the couch, still facing Rikki. “Now tell me about this solution to my problem.”
“Oh, right. Move in here. You can have your own room and all the quiet time you need to study. And I’ll continue to buy the food if you’ll continue to cook.”
After much arguing, Moe realized she was looking a gift horse in the mouth. So she shut up and decided to go with the flow instead of living by her papa’s rule of never taking charity. Besides, she would be doing the cooking and she figured that she could also pull her weight by doing the cleaning and the laundry if Rikki would let her.
She accepted and it was decided that she would move tomorrow night. Rikki would drive to the dorm to pick her up so she wouldn’t have to lug her belongings to the apartment.
The next night Moe had everything packed and was waiting for Rikki when Tammy came back to the room. She had told her ex-roommate the night before that she was moving in with the tutor.
“So, you’re really gonna move in with the queer?” Tammy was pointing at Moe’s two suitcases, one box and her backpack. “Maybe I should explain what queer means, country girl.” She laughed at the blush on Moe’s face. “Or maybe you do know what it is and you’re one too.”
Rikki moved silently into the room to stand behind the taunting bitch. “Maybe I should explain to the head of campus housing how an underage girl is fucking their star basketball player. I really don’t think his coach would want him arrested for statutory rape. Do you?”
Tammy jumped at the unexpected voice behind her and stumbled over her feet trying to move away from the menacing woman. Who looked even more menacing from Tammy’s current position on the floor. “Uh…nnno…no I don’t.” She stuttered.
“I’ll say this only once. Leave Moe alone and don’t start any rumors about her. Otherwise your boyfriend will be bending over for the guys in county lock-up. Understand?”
Tammy vigorously nodded her head in agreement. “Yes I understand.”
Moe waited until they had loaded her stuff into Rikki’s car. “You can be very intimidating when you want to be. Thanks for sticking up for me.”
“Sure, anytime.” Rikki replied as she pulled into traffic.
“How did you know Tammy’s age. You said the other night that you didn’t know them.”
“Frank plays on the basketball team and sometimes I go to the games. I remember one of the cheerleaders being introduced as Tammy Pressman and wondered if she and your roommate happened to be one in the same. When you confirmed it, I asked Frank if he knew any dirt on them incase she gave you a hard time about me.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Not much of a mystery I’m afraid.”
After unloading the car, they sat at the kitchen table eating a pizza that Moe insisted on paying for in reward for Rikki’s rescue of her. “How do you get use to people calling you names?” Moe questioned.
“You never really get use to it. But I’ve never been one to care what most people think.” She leaned back in her chair and studied the young woman chewing on her thumbnail. “Stop that.” She reached over clasped the hand that was being gnawed on in hers. “I guess I’m lucky in the fact that most of the time I don’t have to exist in the ‘straight’ world. I don’t have to hide the fact I’m gay to keep my job. I can move if the neighbors give me grief. I don’t have to rely on my parents for money.”
“I guess I’ve been conditioned for so long to worry about what everyone else thinks. It’s kinda strange to know that there are some people that don’t have to worry about that.”
“You know, Moe, your boyfriend might not like the fact that you’re living here with me if he finds out that I’m gay.”
“He knows, that you’re gay not that I moved in. I’ll tell him that on Sunday when we meet for church.” Moe explained as she started on another piece of pizza.
“And he was okay with it?” Rikki was surprised given the fact she and Waldo came from the same background.
“Ah, not really. But you’ve been one of the few nice people I’ve met since I’ve been here and I don’t care what your lifestyle is. All these so called ‘normal Christian’ people that I see each week in church are the ones that are ridiculing me behind my back and sometimes to my face.” Moe knew she was in for a fight with Wally but she meant every word she said and she’d be darned if his paranoia about what his friends thought would make her move out again.
Rikki came home Sunday after having lunch with Frank and his girlfriend to find Moe laying on the couch curled up on her side. She could tell that she had been crying. She lifted the young woman’s head, sat down on the couch and gently placed the blonde head in her lap. “What’s wrong? Waldo give you a hard time?”
“Why do you call him Waldo instead of Wally?” Moe wrapped her arm around the leg she was using for a pillow.
“I don’t know. Wally makes me think of a little kid, not a football player.” Rikki absent-mindedly ran her fingers thought the short blonde hair.
“Waldo doesn’t sound any better.” Moe chuckled. She had called him Wally all through their childhood and hadn’t really thought about how it sounded. “The guys on the team call him Piledriver.”
Rikki rolled her eyes. “So what did he say?”
“He told me I had to move out.” She noticed Rikki’s fingers stilled. “I told him that he wasn’t my husband.” The scalp massage started back. “He threatened to tell my papa.”
“Would that cause a problem?”
“You betcha it would. My papa would blow a gasket. But I threatened him so he won’t be telling anybody anything.” Moe sighed at the pleasant sensations Rikki’s fingers created.
“I see I’m rubbing off on you. What kind of dirt do you have on him?” Rikki knew that she should not be in this kind of position with the young woman. She had started having deep feelings for Moe and she wasn’t sure she could control them much longer.
“Before I came to school, papa threatened Wally with bodily harm if he tried to have his way with me. And Wally knows that it wasn’t just talk. I told him I would tell papa that I’ve had to practically fight him off every night and that he had been putting his hands in places that they shouldn’t be. And that Wally had been trying to get me to touch him in inappropriate places. I think that was enough to scare him.”
“I take it your papa thinks your still, how shall I put this…untouched?”
“Of course. He’d kill both of us if he knew.” Moe sighed. “It was the night of my senior prom. Wally was in his first year here, but he came home to take me. Someone had spiked the punch, I had too much to drink, and we ended up in his backseat. Probably happens to a lot of girls that way.”
It sounded to Rikki like Moe had been taken advantage of. “Were you glad that it happened or do you regret it?”
“I had always wondered what it would be like. Some of the other girls bragged about doing it but wouldn’t say what it felt like, just that it was fantastic. I was scared that papa would find out but I wanted to have the same ‘fantastic’ experience that the others were talking about. So he drove us out to a deserted road and we got in the backseat. He pushed my dress up around my waist and took off my underwear. Then he fumbled with his belt and zipper until he got them undone and pushed his pants and shorts down to his knees. When I saw his…thing…standing at attention and I started giggling, I couldn’t help it. I knew it was mostly the liquor but I kept imagining him having to pee like that. And all I could think of was that he would make a good fountain.”
Rikki was now not only running her fingers thought Moe’s hair but also rubbing her other hand up and down Moe’s arm. “That’s an image that I can do without.” Rikki chuckled.
“Anyway he finally got the protection on and climbed back in. It seemed like he had just gotten settled when he was standing back up. I asked him what was wrong; he said nothing was wrong that I was great. I remember wondering what the heck everyone thought was so fantastic about 30 seconds of someone poking at you.” Moe laughed for a minute but then turned serious green eyes to meet blue ones. “Is that all there is to it?”
Rikki tried her best not to laugh as she imagined the bewildering expression that must have been on her friend’s face at wondering if that was it. “I think he had what’s called premature ejaculation. He was done before he got started. As for your question.” Rikki knew she was on dangerous ground. She really wanted to show her young friend how ‘fantastic’ making love could be. “I don’t know how it can be with a man, I’ve never been with one.”
They stayed on the couch until the sun started setting. Moe insisted she had already planned dinner when Rikki suggested a restaurant. While Moe slaved over a hot stove, Rikki started on a paper that was due by the end of the week.
“Madam, your dinner is served.” Moe curtsied. “Shall I escort you to your table?” She added in her finest British accent which was actually halfway decent.
“Yes, my lady, that would be most appreciated.” They linked arms for the short walk to the kitchen table.
“Rikki, can I ask you something?” Moe closed her books and looked at her roommate sitting across the coffee table from her.
“Of course you can. I thought you knew that by now.”
“It’s personal so you don’t have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable.” Moe cleared her throat. “We’ve been living together for a couple of months now and I’ve noticed that you haven’t had anyone over, except for Frank and Jean and they don’t count. I mean they count but not in the way I’m talking about. What I’m trying to say, is that you haven’t had a date over since I’ve been here.”
Rikki smiled while Moe was looking at everything in the room but her. ‘She had been doing so well lately. She hadn’t blushed in a week and hadn’t nervously rambled on in well over a month.’ Rikki had broken Moe’s habit of chewing on her thumbnail rather quickly by sticking said thumb in colorless iodine every time the young woman got it anywhere near her mouth. It only took a few times for Moe to sputter and have to wash her mouth out to completely break her of the habit.
Moe was still talking. “It’s your apartment after all, I just wanted to let you know that if you wanted the apartment to yourself one night, I understand. I just hate to think that I was keeping you from having a date.”
‘How to explain to her that she is the one I want?’ Rikki had thought lately that Moe’s feelings towards her had been changing, becoming more intimate, but now if she was pushing her to go out she wasn’t so sure. ‘Maybe I should find out one way or the other.’ She moved from her chair to the couch. “There is someone that I would like to get to know more intimately.” She tucked one leg under her and turned to face her friend.
“Really, that’s great.” Moe mirrored her roommate’s position on the couch.
Rikki noticed her enthusiasm seemed a little bit forced. She reached her hand out, her fingers softly caressing a smooth cheek before she slowly leaned forward to kiss a surprised young woman.
Moe returned the undemanding kiss before she pulled back. “What…what are you doing?” But she couldn’t hide the fact that she was breathing heavily and the fact that she was leaning into the hand still caressing her cheek.
“Moe, you asked me awhile back if that was all there was to ‘it’ and I basically evaded your question. I’ll answer it now by showing you how really fantastic ‘it’ can be. I want to make love to you. Worship your beautiful body with my hands.”
Moe shivered when Rikki ran her hands across her shoulders, down her arms and held her smaller hands in the woman’s larger ones.
“And my mouth.” Rikki kissed the back of both smaller hands then sucked the index finger of Moe’s right hand into her warm mouth.
Moe moaned as she watched her finger disappear between Rikki’s moist, soft lips. Only to appear then disappear again.
“And my tongue.” Rikki pressed her open lips to the inside of Moe’s wrist and caressed the tender skin with her tongue.
“Pl…please.” Moe found it hard to swallow with a dry mouth and throat. It seemed all her body fluids had headed south.
Rikki stood and pulled Moe into her arms. She slowly lowered her head until her lips covered Moe’s lips, which parted to allow the older woman access. The whimper that came from the young woman in her arms sent Rikki’s desire burning almost out of control.
She broke off the kiss and led Moe down the hall and into her bedroom. She saw the panic start to build as she stared into the green eyes. “Shh, love, I won’t hurt you.”
Moe was in a trance when Rikki kissed her. ‘I didn’t know a kiss could be so soft, so sensuous.’ She followed the older woman, who was walking backwards, into the bedroom. She glanced at the bed and started to panic until she heard that incredibly sexy voice call out to her. ‘I do want this…want her, so much. How could it be wrong?’
Rikki turned Moe’s back to the bed and took a couple of steps backwards. She wanted the young woman’s eyes and attention on nothing but her body. She thought disrobing first would calm Moe’s nerves. She lifted her shirt over her head then tossed it to the floor. Her sports bra was the next item sacrificed and she watched as two green eyes locked onto her chest. Rikki felt desire course through her veins as she watched Moe’s tongue appear from her mouth and glide across her top lip then move across the lower one before sliding back into it’s home. She had never gotten so stimulated just from someone watching her.
‘Oh yes.’ Moe’s mind pleaded. ‘I want to see you.’ She couldn’t take her eyes away from the two dark nipples that seemed to grow as she continued to stare. ‘It’s almost like they’re begging me to reach out and touch them.’ She felt a previously unknown hunger develop in her body and she unconsciously licked her lips.
Rikki moved her hands down her chest to break Moe’s hypnotic stare. She continued downward slowly as the green eyes followed. She unbuttoned her jeans, one button at a time and pushed them down her long legs letting them pool at her ankles. Since she was barefoot, she easily stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. This left her standing in her bright blue silk bikinis. “Do you want me to take them off?” Her voice was low and husky.
Moe’s breathing became more and more labored as she watched the buttons open and the material gradually fall away. She was disappointed that some of the incredible body in front of her was still hidden. Then she heard the question and unsure of her voice, she nodded vigorously. Her eyes never leaving the silk that hid the one patch of skin from her view.
Rikki grinned. Moe was definitely losing her inhibitions. She moved her thumbs inside the elastic waistband and quickly shed the remaining barrier between the young woman’s eyes and her body.
Moe moaned as her eyes feasted on the black tuft of hair that glistened from the moisture that had already gathered there. Her legs were about to buckle under her, she was actually amazed that they had supported her weight this long, when Rikki closed the distance between them and made quick work of disposing of her clothes.
Moe couldn’t believe the erotic feel of velvet smooth skin against her own. Rikki was now supporting most of her weight and she felt her body melt and mold itself against the older woman’s. Moe felt bold when she raised her hands to run her fingers through the raven tresses that hung freely down Rikki’s back.
Rikki’s mouth found Moe’s neck and she got her first taste of the young woman’s skin. “I believe I’m going to enjoy tasting every inch of you.” She removed her arms from around Moe’s waist and pressed down on her shoulders until the smaller woman was seated on the end of the bed. “Scoot back and lay down.” She instructed.
Moe complied and watched as Rikki crawled on her hands and knees until she hovered over her body. She felt Rikki’s knees move between her legs one at a time and she automatically opened hers wider to accommodate them. She boldly reached up and pulled Rikki down until the taller woman’s body lay fully on top of her. This time Moe initiated the kiss that quickly turned passionate as tongues mapped out newly discovered territory.
Totally against her consent, Moe felt her hips start a rocking motion against the body pressing into hers. She hoped they knew what they were doing because it felt too good to stop. The next body part that developed a mind of it’s own were her hands. They moved down Rikki’s back and grasped her firm rear-end. They pulled as hard as they could urging more contact between the two bodies. “Oh god, that feels so good.”
Those were the first words that Moe had uttered since they had entered the bedroom and Rikki wasn’t sure if Moe realized that she had spoken aloud. “Slow down, love, we’ve got all night.”
“I don’t want to slow down. I need you.” Moe declared.
Rikki decided to give Moe the quick release she needed and let her continue to thrust against her. She helped the process by grinding her hips into the ones below her, adding to the delicious pressure that was building inside of Moe. “Let me hear you, love.”
Moe’s hips bucked against Rikki and when she starting moving hers too, Moe’s hands gripped so hard she was sure Rikki would have bruises. “Oh, Rikki, I…oh god…yes.” Her eyes closed as a euphoria swept through her body. She clung to Rikki who had moved a little to Moe’s side so her full weight wouldn’t be on the smaller woman.
“How you doing, love? Are you okay?” Rikki had her head propped up in one hand while the fingers from her other hand lightly caressed Moe’s stomach. She hoped the shyness didn’t return now that the fire was somewhat extinguished. She still had many things she wanted her to experience.
“Yeah. That was wonderful.” Moe looked up into the blue eyes above her. “Did you, um, have that happen too?” She ran her fingers over the smile that appeared on Rikki’s face.
“Not yet. There are other experiences that I want to give you. Orgasms that I promise will make that one pale in comparison.”
“But I want to give you an…orgasm too. Show me what you like, what makes you feel good.” Moe turned on her side so that they were face to face.
“I will later. Like I said we have all night.” She placed her hand on the back of Moe’s neck and pulled her closer. As their mouths met over and over again, she moved her hand down the front of the young woman’s chest and rested her hand over Moe’s nipple. Rikki felt it harden as she used her fingers to play with first just the nipple then the entire breast. “Do you like that?” She asked when she leaned back to stare into green eyes that once again burned with desire. “How does it make you feel?”
“Oh yeah, it feels good.” Moe tried to collect her thoughts as the new sensations coursed through her body. “I also feel the sensation of what your doing up here, down there.” She pointed to her chest and then between her legs and noticed that her hips once again had started their rocking motion towards Rikki. “It seems my hips…have a need…to touch you again.” Moe’s breath was coming in ragged pants.
“Good, then according to your body, I’m doing things it approves of.” Rikki chuckled as she leaned her head down and sucked the nipple into her mouth as her hand move from it previous location downward. Her teeth and tongue continued to play with the erect nipple as her fingers moved through the reddish-blonde curls and dipped into the treasure that was hidden beneath.
“Oh god.” Moe held Rikki’s head to her breast as she roll over onto her back. She spread her legs, opening herself to the woman that was giving her so many new and wonderful sensations.
Rikki once again positioned her body over Moe’s. She heard the groan of protest when her mouth released the young woman’s nipple. “Don’t worry, love, I’m definitely not done with you.” She started her voyage down Moe’s body, stopping frequently to nip and taste the soft skin. She dipped her tongue into Moe’s bellybutton and felt the muscles quiver. “Ticklish uh?”
Rikki tickled her again and chuckled as Moe squirmed a little more this time. “I’ll have to remember that.”
Moe was propped up on her elbows, watching the dark head descend. “Um, Rikki, wh…where are you going?”
“Didn’t I tell you that you’d have orgasms that made your first pale in comparison?” Moe nodded. “Well you’re about to.” She moved down until her breath was stirring the downy curls directly below her. “I also believe I said that I was going to taste every inch of you.” She took a deep breath, pulling the young woman’s scent into her lungs. She wrapped one arm around Moe’s thigh and used the fingers from her other hand to spread open the silky moist folds to reveal the young woman’s throbbing bud. Rikki growled deep within her throat and placed her tongue flat against Moe’s virgin clit.
Moe’s head fell back onto the pillow as her hands grasped the dark head between her legs. Jumbled moans and half-formed words tumbled from her mouth as her body felt emotions that she had no way to describe.
Rikki moved her tongue, slowly at first, then with more speed in her endeavor to quench her thirst for this young woman that allowed Rikki to be her first in so many wonderful ways. She knew Moe’s climax was building rapidly, so she returned her attention to Moe’s wildly pulsing nub. As she sucked it into her mouth, she watched the young woman go over the edge. She drank in the result of their passion as Moe’s drained body pulsed in the aftermath of her orgasm.
Moe opened her eyes as her body slowly began to recover. “I…how…you…you’re fantastic.” The dark head was now resting on her stomach.
“I keep my promises. And you, love, have me so worked up that I can’t wait any longer.” Rikki moved to her knees and straddled Moe’s leg. She lowered herself until she felt the muscled thigh make delicious contact. She moaned at the friction as she rocked against Moe’s leg. She moved her hands to her own nipples, pinching and pulling until they were erect and hard.
Moe watched in fascination as Rikki moved against her leg and felt the moisture coat her skin. She was becoming aroused once more as she watched the older woman’s long tapered fingers stimulate her own body. “Please…I want to touch you. Do for you, what you did for me.”
Rikki had just enough control left to stop riding the young woman’s leg and move up to straddle her waist. “Give me your hand, love.” She placed Moe’s hand between her legs. “Feel what you do to me.”
Moe tentatively moved her fingers; fascinated by the feel of what she could only describe as liquid fire that coated her fingers.
Moe noticed that Rikki’s hips were rocking like hers had done earlier. “I’m not sure of what you want.”
Rikki stopped her movement. “Your fingers…inside me.”
Moe moved two of her fingers until she found Rikki’s opening. Slowly she entered the woman above her. She watched in wonder at the multitude of emotions that crossed Rikki’s face and at her own excitement that being inside Rikki generated. She added another finger and watched as the dark-haired woman impaled herself over and over again until Moe felt the muscles tighten around her fingers.
Rikki called out Moe’s name as her body jerked from her powerful climax. She reluctantly removed Moe’s fingers and stretched out beside the young woman. “Thank you, love, you were amazing.”
“You did all the work.” Moe lightly traced a line down Rikki’s throat and between her breasts. “You’re beautiful.” She snuggled up to Rikki’s side. “There was some writer, somewhere that said, ‘All women are beautiful at the height of passion’ I think he was talking about you.”
“And I’m sure he imagined you when he wrote it.” Rikki moved her arm underneath her contented love and pulled her closer. She was never one to talk about the future but she needed to explain to Moe what she felt for her. “I…I don’t know where or even if you want to take this…us, past tonight but I want you to know that you mean more to me than a one night stand. I have really strong feelings for you. I’ve never felt this way about anyone else.” When Rikki finished, her voice was barely above a whisper.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do. Or where to go from here.” She paused and felt the body she was being held by tense. “But I do know that I won’t go back to how it was before. I can’t be what they want me to be.” Moe felt some of the tension fade away. “Rikki, I think I’m in love with you. I felt it before tonight…before we made love. I’m just really scared.” Moe felt like she was in a storm swept sea and Rikki was her only lifeline.
“I know, love, I know. I promise that I’ll be with you every step of the way. We’ll get through what ever happens, together.” She turned her head and kissed Moe’s forehead. “Rest now. I’ll be right here when you wake up. I love you.” Rikki fell asleep with a smile on her face, amazed at how good three little words made her feel.