LOVE FOR ETERNITY; SOULMATES FOREVER
This is an uber, alternative fan fiction story. Any resemblance between the two leading ladies and a certain warrior and her bard, is purely intentional. Xena and Gabrielle belong to those folks at Renaissance Pictures; Jenni and Cody are mine.
Adult content disclaimer: This short piece contains adult material; it depicts a loving and, yes, a lustful relationship between two consenting adult women. The descriptions become a little graphic. If you are under 18 or easily offended by such descriptions, please hit that ‘back’ button now. If this kind of material is illegal where you live, then move or please don’t read.
Hurt/Angst disclaimer: Okay, I know this is PWP, but be warned there is hurt and angst ahead – you may feel you need a tissue.
British disclaimer: Being a good old Brit, there are some terms you may or may not be familiar with. Please feel free to contact me should you be confused. All locations referred to herein do actually exist. (With the exception of Globe-Tec, which is completely made up!)
Lyrics Disclaimer: The lyrics contained herein are used without permission, but no copy write infringement is intended. The song ‘Perfect Fingers’ features on the soundtrack of ‘Better Than Chocolate’, and was written and performed by Tami Greer.
And finally: Thank you to Minerva for setting this challenge. Without it, I wouldn’t have been inspired to send this out into the public domain. Also a big thank-you, Min, for the inspiration your brilliant writing evokes in all us aspiring bards….
Thank you also to ROCShadow – for beta reading this. Our friendship has been monumental in ‘our’ writing, and I always know that you will give me an honest opinion.
Dedicated to my one and only – ‘K’
LET THE GAMES BEGIN
The city overwhelmed me. I had been born and raised in the country – a different country for that matter – and London, on some days, terrified me. I could never truly relax, never truly be myself. And I was so alone…..that was until I met ‘her’.
My father had finely honed in me the importance of first impressions. It was a lesson I had learnt well, and a lesson that I still followed to the letter. It had helped me gain jobs in the past, and it had certainly helped now. Christopher Wilson, the Personnel Director of the Globe-Tec Corporation had admitted he was impressed at how well I had presented myself at the ‘interview’; he had been unprepared for the carefully thought out answers I had responded with. I, on the other hand, had prepared myself for days, structuring a thoughtful and detailed battle plan. I had triumphed again.
However, something had struck me as remarkably odd at the interview. The fact was, I had only been ‘vetted’ by one person; not the interrogation panel I had expected and had become accustomed to. It had been a relief – I was, at the end of the day, a remarkably shy young woman who often lacked confidence, especially when in the midst of strangers. Yet, it was also unnerving. I, after all, had applied for a reasonably senior position as ‘network’ consultant and the junior director of the IT department hadn’t even been in attendance at the interview. The crux of the matter was, someone I would probably never see again had employed me. Something; a feeling stirred within me as I entered the ultra modern office building that contained Globe-Tec’s headquarters; I was uneasy, and a sense of foreboding set in. Okay, so I would be earning a fare wage by London standards, and there were other benefits, but what if my new boss turned out to be a strict, unapproachable, straight down the line stickler?
I was nervous and I could feel my palms sweating profusely as I crossed to the reception. The first thing that struck me about Globe-Tec’s premises was ‘money’, and lots of it…..The plush, deep burgundy carpet, pale eggshell coloured walls, smothered with art deco modernist prints, and finely upholstered black leather furniture wreaked of a multi-million dollar…sorry, pound, company. The next thing I noticed was that the women at the reception desk were all young and remarkably attractive; as though it were a pre-requisite of the job. They were also dressed in expensive suits, and their make-up looked as though they had come straight out of John Lewis’ or Selfridges’ beauty department. I, on the other hand, considered myself rather ordinary in comparison. Short, barely reaching 5 4, muscular, but not exactly trim; with short, feathered blonde hair and slushy green eyes. I was wearing my favourite smart beige Chinos; pressed and crisp; a long sleeved, button down light blue linen shirt, and my smartest navy blazer. I looked good, according to my ‘house’ mate; but I could never be in the same league as these women. Trying to rid myself of these depressing thoughts, I swept my eyes over the rest of the reception area. Lots of glass doors; brass railings. And a rather elaborate, modern staircase in the centre of the ground floor. My parents would be so proud; yet I was already starting to have my doubts. Would my dream job become my nightmare?
Sucking in a somewhat deep, unsteady breath, I stopped at the reception desk and deposited my briefcase on the floor. A young, tanned brunette approached me, with an artificial; customer services smile on her lips.
“Can I help you at all, madam?” She asked; home counties dialect thick and uncompromising. I instantly disliked it.
“Yeah. “ I replied, playing up my normally soft, Texan accent. “I have an appointment with Cody Talsarn.” I paused; then added almost as an afterthought. “I’m the new net worker.”
The false smile disappeared from her face, to be replaced by a dour look. “Ah yes, Ms Talsarn is expecting you.”
I noticed instantly the emphasis on ‘Ms’ and I found myself somewhat surprised. When Christopher Wilson had told me my new manager was Cody Talsarn, I had expected an aging, fellow American male. Definitely not a woman. But I was not unreceptive to the idea.
“Should I wait here?” I held the woman’s cool, no nonsense look.
“If you just like to sign in, Miss Logan, I’ll get you a visitor’s pass and Ms Talsarn will come down and meet you.”
I obeyed the orders and watched, silently, as the receptionist pushed a brown, leather bound book in my direction. Simple enough: name, company, who I was visiting, and what time I had entered the building. It was run-of-the-mill for me, having spent so much time as a freelance consultant. Dutifully, I took hold of an expensive pen in my left hand and completed the relevant details. Satisfied, I finally signed my name – Jenni Logan. An elaborate looking pass was thrust into my hand. With no further words spoken, I took a step back from the oak reception desk, and stood patiently, whilst the receptionist did whatever she needed to do….
It wasn’t until fifteen minutes later that I realized that I had been waiting for quite a while. My new ‘boss’, so far, had done little to impress me: she had failed to appear at the interview and now she was late. I had busied myself, studying the various prints on the walls, and the diagrams that detailed the various stages of the construction of Globe-Tec, ‘HQ’. Fascinating if you were easily swayed by the fine delights of architecture, certainly not me.
“Miss Logan?” A deep, alto voice stated; slight Australian accent.
I almost jumped, but remained calm. “Yes, that’s me.” I responded.
I turned from the blueprint I had been examining and found myself lost in the most incredibly enchanting blue eyes I had ever seen. They were mesmerizing, bottomless pools. Once the initial shock had worn off, I tore my eyes away from hers and examined the ‘whole’ woman. She was tall; compared to me, impossibly tall…..with long, straight raven hair that hung down her back in a shimmering curtain. And so incredibly beautiful; a finely featured face; chiseled, high cheek bones, sharply defined jaw line, soft, sensuous looking lips, straight, perfectly formed nose. She wore an uncompromising power suit in black silk, immaculate looking white shirt beneath: she radiated power, control and strength. And in that instant I almost feared her. Often I found myself intimidated by those more powerful, more experienced than I was.
“If you’d like to follow me.”
As she turned her back, I shook my head; I wondered if ‘Ms’ Talsarn had heard of the word ‘manners’; she certainly possessed very few. Here I was, a new, senior employee; and she had barely been civil to me: no formal introductions; no welcome. I was feeling the beginnings of a deep, throbbing headache set in; the goddess knew how long I would survive in this woman’s presence.
Our ‘trip’ up to the ‘IT’ department was an exercise in humility. Already my patience was wearing thin. After ten minutes, Ms Talsarn had barely spoken to me and looked positively bored, like she’d been here, and seen it all before. I tried to ignore the bad vibes I was feeling, the thought of experience and salary driving me onwards. The elevator ride nearly drove me to the point of protest; she stood watching the level indicator, tapping her foot impatiently. It was obvious that she wanted to be anywhere but here, with me. We escaped onto the eighth floor, and into a mass of desks and computers, and more glass and brass. It was like something from the future almost surreal. But I had expected it from Globe-Tec, the leading manufacturer and supplier of highly advanced and sophisticated microchips. Eager, friendly faces glanced up at me from behind the flat PC screens; genuine smiles on their lips, and for the first time I felt something other than hostility. One, aging, grey haired woman looked at me with almost sympathy in her eyes.
Suddenly Ms Talsarn stopped and I nearly ran into the back of her. She glared at me, through slit like, ice blue eyes; an almost feral smile on her lips.
“Our main server is down, Miss Logan; my team can’t access their data files and stats; it could potentially cost us over a hundred thousand pounds worth of business, if we can’t initiate a successful reboot by the close of play today. I want it dealt with. Understand?”
I gulped back a heavy breath, nervously. “Perfectly, ‘Ms’ Talsarn.”
“Excellent; Margo will show you the server room.”
And with that, the raven-haired ice queen strode off down the corridor and disappeared into an office. I stood, staring helplessly after her; bewildered, angry and a little afraid.
“Nice to meet you too; I look forward to working with you….not.” I muttered under my breath.
“Welcome to hell, kid.” A kindly voice said, now beside me.
I turned to find myself next to the aging, grey lady.
”Welcome aboard; I’m Margo and I’m here to look after you. I’ll show you to the server room.”
I was fast learning that this department exercised an economy of words. I simply shrugged and followed Margo, curious about so many things.
After nearly two hours of number, and data dos crunching, the headache had mutated into a full-blown migraine. My curiousity had been replaced by anger, frustration and a festering dislike of the elusive ‘Ms’ Talsarn. It was remarkable that I hadn’t actually walked out of the offices, never to return. But something about my new boss inspired the ‘fight’ within me; I wouldn’t give up. This was a challenge, and I would rise to it. My hands flew across the keyboard having finally detected the problem – a problem that was so intricate that I wondered if this was all a part of an elaborate test. Something so complex rarely downed a server; someone had been at work……As I typed in the missing ‘links’, the server rebooted and I thumped the air in triumph. Strike one!
I pushed myself away from the desk, and rose to my feet, stretching the cramp from my tensed shoulders and neck. I knew I was grinning, but what the hell, I had won this battle. Barely conscious of the fact that my sleeves were rolled up, my shirt creased and my short hair rather ruffled, I strode into the main office, victoriously. Margo greeted me, smiling, warmly, a cup of something steaming in her hand, which I prayed was for me.
“Great job, Miss Logan; you’re quite the star out here, and Brad informs me that you rebooted that damn thing in record timing. I made you a coffee, Miss Logan; black, one sugar.”
Margo’ voice was low, and I detected a north, country accent. What intrigued me the most was how she’d known exactly how I liked my coffee. I didn’t look too far into the issue, and gratefully accepted the offering. I smirked on noticing the design on the mug; Road Runner in all his glory, no less.
“Thanks, Margo. And it’s Jen, ‘k? Miss Logan is my mother.”
Her smile broadened. “Then Jen it is. Look I would love to chat, get to know you seeing we’ll be working together so closely, but Ms Talsarn would like to see you in her office.”
My stomach churned and the coffee was no longer so appealing. “Sure, just point me in the right direction.”
She gestured to the corridor to our left. “Straight down there, second door on the left. Knock first.”
I nodded and set off, my heart thumping erratically; the thought of a one-to-one, with Ms ‘Cold High Almightly’ was a terrifying prospect to say the least. I approached the door with reluctance, scrutinizing the brass name plate as though it held some greater meaning: Cody J. Talsarn, Director. Drawing together all my courage, I knocked lightly on the door.
“Come in.” A voice thundered from behind the wooden barrier.
“One, two, three…….”I rasped under my breath.
With the Road Runner mug still held in my right hand, I turned the door handle with my left, pushed the door open, and entered the office. I felt like Daniel walking into the lion’s den….I wondered if I would make it out alive. The first thing I noticed was the sheer size of the office – it was enormous, and very tastefully furnished. Burgundy, leather couch: a glass coffee table and a large conference table, also in glass. At the far end of the office, a huge, mahogany desk was situated, adorned with the latest PC and various bits of standard clutter. The high back, of a plush; padded leather office chair was facing me; I could just make out sable hair. The occupant had a marvelous view of the ‘Docklands’ area of London, out of a tinted glass window; that in fact made up the entire back wall. It really was very impressive.
“Please close the door behind you.” The voice said, neither friendly nor hostile.
I did so, amazed that this woman had actually said please. I stood barely within the threshold, unwilling to venture too far into the intimidating woman’s lair. I waited.
“Don’t be so timid; come here and get a look at the view.”
‘Okay, I can do this. Don’t be such a coward; she isn’t going to hurt me.’ I told myself. Taking in a deep breath, I weaved my way through the office, appreciative of the soft, pastel shades of mint and blue. It wasn’t what I would have expected from a woman like this. I stopped on reaching the desk, and only then allowed myself to stare out over the skyline. The Thames snaked its way through the mass of buildings; from the little knowledge I possessed of London, I realized that we were overlooking the North bank of the Thames, and could see the expanse of greenery of Greenwich park, the Conservatory (the home of the Greenwich Mean Time line), and the Cutty Sark, an 18th century clipper class tall ship. I resisted the temptation to say ‘wow’. Finally Cody Talsarn turned in her chair until she was facing me. I expected to be confronted by her steely, stoic gaze, but found warmth in her eyes, and a small smile on her face. It transformed her features, and accentuated her beauty.
“Impressive, isn’t it, Miss Logan?” She said.
“Uh..” I stumbled out; then tried again. “Yes, very. I never thought of London as beautiful, but I’m beginning to wonder now.”
There was a pause; she seemed to be contemplating something. “This view, or a similar one, may very well be yours one day, Miss Logan.”
I knew the confusion showed on my face. “Sorry?”
“Let me explain. You probably know by now that I set you a little task. Why? I hear you ask. The answer is simple; I wanted to be sure that we had hired the best. And I believe you are the best, Miss Logan. Only I could have dealt with that problem, as I am the one that accessed the system, and created the programme. You are also probably wondering about my earlier behaviour; believe it or not, Miss Logan, I am not the cold bitch you probably think I am. I was seeing how you would respond. You took the bait, and you rose to the occasion. Mr Wilson probably didn’t explain the whole situation to you: let’s just say, soon I will no longer be around, and we need a replacement; I believe you are that person.”
The silence between us hung heavily in the air. I knew that I should be angry at this woman’s duplicity, but I found I could not be. In fact, I admired her for it; hell, she was the strongest, most single-minded person I’d ever met. If I could aspire to be anything, it would be a woman like her, with purpose, a woman who set the rules. Disbelievingly, I found myself warming to her.
“So, what do you say, Miss Logan? I am right in assuming that you are that person?”
I replied without hesitating. “Yes. The answer is yes, I am.”
A broad, dazzling smile caused my heart to skip a beat. “Welcome aboard, Miss Logan. I do believe a celebratory drink is in order. Would you like to join me?”
I’ll still wonder to this day where the sudden, newfound confidence came from. “I would, very much, Ms Talsarn.”
The dark haired beauty nodded and rose to her feet, grabbing her jacket from a nearby coat stand.
I smiled, and watched as long legs strode over to the door.
An arched eyebrow. “Are you coming?”
I nodded, stunned at how events had played out. I approached my new boss.
“Oh, and Miss Logan, be sure to get Margo to wash up my mug.”
‘Well, I be damned!’ I thought to myself, grinning inside; this woman was not turning out to be like I expected.
“It’s Jen.” I finally responded to a retreating, strong, silk clad back. Though I doubted she had head me.
We sped through the London streets and I wondered exactly what Cody Talsarn had in mind. I knew this wasn’t normal behaviour from a new boss, and I knew I wasn’t reacting ethically to the situation. But hell, Cody wasn’t exactly your run-of-the-mill kind of woman. The longer the time I spent in the car with her, the closer I felt to her. I was reacting in a way I’d never thought possible, and the adrenalin rush that surged through me, seemed to cloud my judgment, numb my rationale. Cody was a beautiful, sexy woman, and I was turned on even from just looking at her. The whole situation was spiraling beyond my control.
I had assumed we were going to a bar, or a pub; but evidently Cody had differing ideas. We were in Central London now, circumventing Trafalgar Square. When the raven-haired woman finally brought the sleek, black Porsche to a halt, we were parked on Carlton House Terrace; close to Piccadilly Circus. I’d been here once when sightseeing, and knew that this road ran parallel to The Mall, leading to Buckingham Palace. Realizing that there were no bars, I was suddenly nervous and a little afraid. Cody was out of the car quickly, and assisted me, in what I would have normally perceived as a gentlemanly manner. But Cody was definitely all ‘woman’. With the car safely locked up, Cody seized a hold of my hand, an impish smile on her face. I was motionless, staring at the physical connection between us. It felt so right, a warm energy sweeping through my body. But I knew that this was all wrong; Cody Talsarn was my boss. If I let this happen, my career would be in tatters, let alone my sanity and my pride. I couldn’t believe it had got this far. I jerked my hand away, as though I had been burnt by the contact.
“No.” I exhaled through clenched teeth.
“No?” She replied, her dark eyebrow arched once more.
“You said a celebratory drink.”
“And that is what we are doing, Jen.”
“This most definitely isn’t a pub. I don’t know what game you think you are playing Ms Talsarn, but it stops right here; right now. In the office, I can accept that, but this is out of order, undertstand?” My voice was raised in anger.
“A drink, that’s all, I promise.”
“And you expect me to believe that? This is an apartment block! I don’t know what kind of woman you think me to be, Ms Talsarn, but I don’t provide those kind of services.”
I was so fired up, and I knew my cheeks were burning with shame and embarrassment. But, Cody just stood there, grinning.
“By the gods, you are beautiful when you are angry.” She breathed out, and giggled.
I was indignant, and about to explode into a massive rant, yet I never got the opportunity. Cody closed the distance between us, and wrapped her long, strong arms around my waist. The breath was knocked from me as I was caught in a passionate kiss that drained the energy and fight from my trembling body. It was intoxicating, otherworldly; and I reacted. Full, soft lips seized mine, the tip of a warm, wet tongue tracing the outline of my lips, sensuously. A large hand rested against the small of my back, drawing me in closer, the other hand came up from around my waist and caressed my cheek. My eyes fluttered shut. Hell, this might be wrong, but it felt so right…..I had been drawn to Cody from the beginning, only hours before. I was attracted to her, I could not deny that, nor did I want to. The job was suddenly meaningless in contrast to the prospect of touching, tasting Cody; hearing her moan in pleasure as she came.
Realizing that we were still in the middle of the street, I reluctantly pulled away from the beautiful raven-haired woman. We were both breathless, and Cody’s eyes were shut, a dreamy expression on her face. When she finally opened her eyes, they were hooded with blatant desire that caused my heart rate to increase.
“I took a chance, you know.” She breathed out, in her sexy, husky voice.
“A chance?” I queried.
“Yeah. I know from your resume that you’re neither married nor engaged, but I wasn’t sure if you were gay.”
I laughed. “Yeah, I’m gay.”
“And that you wouldn’t file a lawsuit against me for sexual harassment.”
“Then sue me too, baby.” I growled, playfully.
She laughed. “You know something, Miss Logan?”
”What’s that, Ms Talsarn?”
“From the first moment I saw you, I knew I must have you.”
The admission rocked me; I knew exactly what she meant and that only served to fuel my arousal. Cody must have realized the effects of her words, because she took my hand again and led me into the reception of the exclusive apartment block. Normally one to take in every last detail, my eyes lingered elsewhere…on a certain tall, dark, dangerous and sexy IT director. Everything seemed to be a blur, as she literally dragged me through the reception and into an elevator. The privacy of the elevator car was a welcome relief for the both of us. Hands were everywhere; in one another’s hair, caressing exposed skin. I moaned out, as a dark head bent forward, and warm lips latched onto my neck, a gentle, loving kiss. My breaths were coming out in ragged pants as Cody backed me against the wall, I had never felt anything like this before; I was giddy with desire, I could almost see stars before my eyes. Still she kissed and nipped, and I threw my head back, eyes closing: nothing else existed but this woman’s touch; I craved it. Strong, experienced hands smoothed up and down my sides, not overtly sexual, but warming, reassuring.
The elevator came to a halt, and reluctantly we parted. We stared at one another, shy smiles on our faces, both breathing heavily. The doors opened and Cody almost pushed me inside what I assumed was her apartment. Once again her lips latched onto mine; uncompromising in their assault this time. Her tongue forcefully nudged against my lips with an intense urgency. I opened my mouth and allowed the probing muscle inside. I was soaring as our tongues battled, caressed, sucked……fingers worked their way down from my shoulders to my breasts; soft, fleeting strokes over highly sensitized nipples that hardened instantly under her touch. No one had ever touched me this way before; no one had ever reached into my soul with a simple touch. I cried out into Cody’s mouth as her palms rubbed against my breasts. My knees were trembling, my pulse was racing as moisture grew between my legs; gods, I’d never been so wet with so little stimulation. Cody Talsarn had cast a spell, her magic weaved its way around me, in me. I was trembling fiercely, my legs became weak, and I struggled to remain on my feet as my knees buckled. But, Cody was there for me, easing me gently downwards, until we were kneeling in the centre of the living room, the shaggy pile of the carpet greeting us. Finally, after what had seemed like an eternity of caressing and kissing, Cody drew back, smiling. Her blue eyes had darkened and I could swear I saw tears threatening to fall.
“Cody?” I breathed, licking a bead of perspiration away from my top lip.
“You are magnificent; so soft, so…..Jen, whatever you may think, I don’t normally do this. But I can’t resist you, I don’t want to resist you.”
She interrupted me, “Ssh. Let me say this. I don’t want you getting the wrong idea about me, ‘this’; I don’t do one nightstands. And I want the chance to explain; to give you the chance to leave…..”
“I won’t leave.”
“Please just listen to me.”
There was urgency in her tone, and I remained silent watching as she wrestled with her feelings. I was learning fast that Cody Talsarn was not the brash, emotionless woman I had labeled her when we had first met. Far from it; she was sensuous, gentle, and painfully aware of what I might be feeling. To me, she was a goddess on both the inside and the outside.
“I saw the photo on your resume; I saw your eyes and it was as though they could see into my soul. Then, today, I saw you in the lobby – I was watching you on CCTV. And I knew; I knew that I felt something, a feeling that was reaffirmed once we met. I’m not a user, Jen; I’m not after a quick roll in the hay. I want to be with you, I want to know you; I want to make love to you. Does that make any sense at all?”
I smiled in response. “Perfect sense. Cody, shut up and kiss me already.”
She nodded and obeyed my request. Though, to my mind, the contact was a little too chaste. Suddenly she jumped to her feet, grinning like a child on Christmas morning.
“I’ll be back, Make yourself comfortable.”
“Cody!” I growled; feeling unbelievably frustrated.
She disappeared through a door, and I reluctantly sat on the soft, terracotta couch, trying to sift through what had happened. I simply couldn’t. I leant my head back against the padded, comfortable cushion and waited, eyes closed. I listened as I heard Cody scurry around like a demented something or other. I slipped into the world of daydream, wondering exactly why this was happening to me. Trying to remember the exact feel of Cody’s lips on mine; her hands roaming my body. The sound of the door closing stirred me. I opened my eyes and watched the beautiful, enigmatic beauty as she stood by a stereo system. A few moments later soft music filtered through the apartment; a song I instantly recognized, from the lesbian smash film, ‘Better than Chocolate’. The song that had accompanied Kim and Maggie’s naked painting scene. It was somehow perfect for the moment Cody and I were sharing. The tall director turned to me; she had changed into a pair of ripped, light stone wash Levis with a button fly; and a tight, white muscle shirt, accentuating rippling biceps. I noticed the Celtic designed tattoo on her left arm; gods, Cody Talsarn was really a butch under all that glamour. I smirked.
She moved towards me in what seemed to be slow motion until her legs were brushing against mine. She knelt, and I instinctively parted my legs as Cody shuffled between them. I watched, mesmerized, as deeply tanned hands reached out and came to rest against my stomach. My whole body jerked as a bolt of white hot energy passed through me, I could feel a burning in my nether regions as the hands teased and caressed. I inhaled sharply as fingers slipped beneath my shirt. Blue eyes held mine as those fingers eased beneath my lacy bra. “Oh god” I mumbled as forefingers and thumbs seized my nipples and gently squeezed. The pulsing between my legs had become an intense ache, and I had to shift my position. My eyes closed once more as the delicious sensations seized a hold of me; Cody’s lips were on mine as she leant over me. The sweet smell of her perfume and her natural scent were almost driving me crazy with want and need, as was the close proximity of her own breasts. I grasped onto firm, muscular shoulders, holding her securely in place. Nimble fingers unfastened the buttons of my shirt, seconds later, the shirt had been pushed aside and Cody’s mouth and tongue were leaving a blazing trail down my throat as she headed in a southerly direction. Scarcely realizing it, she had removed my bra, leaving my aching breasts exposed. Cody’s fingers moved sensually over me, turning me on in ways I could only have imagined. The song took over for a few heavenly minutes:
‘You’re a wild one
I like your smile
You do amazing things
And I can’t believe you’re everything
You’ve got perfect fingers
A velvet voice
eyes hold the key
And I can’t believe
That you can see….
Please, hold me
Please, know me
And know everything’
I gasped when she swirled her tongue around my left nipple, her free hand frantically unfastening my trousers. I struggled to maintain control, the inferno building within me. My hands tangled in her raven hair; I repeated her name over and over again, as though it were some kind of mantra. Her fingers were beneath the cotton of the navy chinos, stroking my most intimate place through the soaked material of my panties; at that moment I swore that I had known heaven. My hips bucked.
‘With those perfect fingers
You touch my heart
And you give me strength
When we’re apart…
Please, hold me
Please, know me
And know everything
It’s all right here’
Cody’s face drew level with mine; I peered into glistening eyes, my fingers caressed those chiseled cheekbones.
“Gods, Jen, you are so soft; so wet for me. Let go, let me bring you home.”
Trembling hands eased my trousers down my legs, and then lovingly pulled off my loafers. Seconds later my clothes lay in a discarded heap, and I sat in all my naked glory, wondering if Cody liked what she saw. Her piercing blue eyes narrowed, and she licked her lips in a gesture that brought a fresh flood of wetness. Hands traced my firm, muscled abs, stroked down my thighs. I was shaking now, and all coherent thought seemed to take leave from my body.
“Your body is a temple; a shrine, love, and I am going to worship it.” Cody whispered.
Her head bowed as she placed loving kisses on the insides of my thighs. The warmth was all embracing, and the energy pulsated in my body. Nothing; no one else existed as a warm tongue reached out and caressed my intimate folds; opened my sacred flower. I had never known love like this.
”Oh sweet Jesus…Cody…uh…ah..ah” I whimpered, barely conscious that I had done so.
She was going down on me like there was no tomorrow; taking my swollen clit in her mouth, applying subtle pressure. My hips were rocking now; my thighs were covered with my juices. Fingers were stroking me, easing me open…. One, long dexterous digit teased at my opening.
“Cody!! Cody!!” I screamed.
My whole body lifted as I felt her fingers reach into, and penetrate my inner sanctuary. I squeezed my eyes shut, let out small grunts in time with her plunging fingers.
“Come on, baby, let go. Come for me.” Her voice coaxed.
That was all I needed. With one final thrust, I felt myself gush like a swollen river as I poured out my newly discovered love for Cody Talsarn. She lapped up all I could give, whimpering softly. Once we were both contented, strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me from the couch. I landed on top of the muscular beauty; our eyes locked as she gently caressed my lower back and buttocks. Wide smiles, soft giggles.
“That was beautiful.” Cody exclaimed. I detected no deceit in her voice.
She giggled, “Yeah, awesome! You are incredible; so gentle, so delicate.” She paused, and was suddenly serious. “Thank you.”
I knew the words had come from the bottom of her heart. “And thank you.” I replied, my eyes heavy, as I grew weary from our exertions.
I snuggled into the taller woman, savouring the firmness of her magnificent body. Arms held me close, I could feel her breath on my neck as she whispered in my ear.
“I love you…” I heard her say as I drifted into the realm of dreams.
I awoke, feeling so incredibly content and, above all, loved. I smiled as I recalled earlier events…it was like something from a love story, yet it was all, true. The proof lay beneath me, eyes shut, lips slightly parted, soft snoring. I remained in her protective embrace, my hand cupping her left breast, glad that she had at least shed her t-shirt. I nuzzled into her neck.
“I love you.” I whispered.
My free hand wandered below, and I grinned on finding that the fly of her jeans was open. I eased my fingers inside, delighting in the fact that she wore no underwear. I caressed her gently, running the tips of my fingers through wet, thick and curly hair. I traced the swollen lips of her womanhood, enchanted by the moisture that seeped forth. I circled her clit; my other hand kneaded her full, heavy breast. Her knees drew up and her legs spread.
“Jen, oh gods Jen, I need you. I love you.”
I wasn’t acquainted with the art of oral sex, but knew I could make love to her with my fingers alone. I slowly entered her, and established a regular, deep rhythm. Heavy, laboured breaths; with each thrust her hips lifted from the floor, and she cried out my name. With almost a scream I felt her inner walls tighten around my fingers, and the wetness spill from her. It was the most magical experience of my entire life. She pulled me upwards, into her arms; we stared into one another’s eyes.
“I love you Jenni Logan; I always have and never forget. Never forget this moment or what we shared.”
“I love you, Cody and I will never forget.”
And with that I fell into a peaceful slumber, my body tired, but pleasantly sated. If I hadn’t succumbed so quickly, I may have heard the quiet sobs that came from the beautiful woman beneath me.
It was a heavily overcast day as I stood at the graveside, a beautiful bouquet of roses in my hand. Tears fell freely and unchecked from my eyes as the pain wracked my body. The headstone was immaculate, as the stone -mason had promised; marble with elegant gold lettering.
‘Cody Jenni Talsarn: 1966 – 2001. ‘Love for eternity; soul mates forever’
I knelt and laid the flowers on the grave. We’d enjoyed four short weeks together, loving and content in the arms of each other; soul mates. When Cody had disappeared, I’d been devastated. The call from the hospital had nearly destroyed me; Cody Talsarn was dying, she had been for months. If only I’d understood the words she had spoken to me that first day, ‘soon I will no longer be around.’ Cody Talsarn had been terminally ill; she had been dying of cancer. The only thought that saved me now was that our love had been true and to the end; Cody had found the ultimate happiness, however brief it was. Every moment, of every day her final words drifted into my thoughts, ‘love for eternity, soul mates forever.’ I knew that was a promise we would always keep.