LOVE
FOR ETERNITY; SOULMATES FOREVER
BY
WARRIORGAB
DISCLAIMERS:
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
……………………………………
Prologue:
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’.
……………………………
(1)
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.
“It’s
Cody.”
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.
“Sure.”
“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.
………………………………………………..
(2)
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.”
“Cody…”
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
Your
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.”
“Please….”
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.
“Awesome!”
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.
…………………………………………..
EPILOGUE:
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.
THE END