Tangled Hearts

by Laurie Ames

  Sasha wasn’t going to just relax and let Elaine kiss her. She started using her hands to unbutton Elaine's dress and soon, the two women were mostly naked. Elaine took a moment to appreciate Sasha's beautiful body. Her skin was pale and soft, and her mound was heavenly to behold through the thin fabric of her thong underwear. There was only a small beautiful “landing strip” of reddish-brown hair above her mound, but for the rest, her pussy was neatly shaven. Elaine began to kiss lower and lower, heading for the moist erotic spot between Sasha's legs. As she got lower, Elaine could hear Sasha moaning and panting with need.

  Elaine swung Sasha around and pushed her onto the bed, then climbed on top of her. She could feel Sasha's hands running over every inch of her body.

  "Oh Sasha, if you only knew. I’ve needed you so very badly. I've wanted you for so long." Sasha reached up and began to caress Elaine in return and Elaine purred with pleasure. She had yearned to be with Sasha for so long and could hardly believe that her dream was coming true. She moaned in ecstasy as Sasha's slender fingers teased and caressed her body.

  Then, Elaine began to move her head lower and when she was close to Sasha's core, Elaine slid the lacy fabric to the side and began to play with her mound. She could see Sasha's womanhood in front of her and she gasped with pleasure at how beautiful it looked. Her inner lips were a darker peach color and it was clear that Sasha was eager and ready for Elaine to caress and pleasure her.

  She began to stroke Sasha, gently at first until she saw the gratification in her eyes. From the look on Sasha's face, it was a very sensual reaction. Her head was tilted back, and her mouth had fallen open. Elaine could see her throat working as low moans escaped Sasha's mouth. Elaine slid up alongside Sasha while still keeping up the friction between her legs. She could feel Sasha's heat radiating over her hand. She knew Sasha was near the point of no return.

  Elaine again began to kiss Sasha. She started with her neck and worked over to her mouth, flicking her tongue in and out as she did. Sasha was lost in her arousal and began to kiss her back in a reckless passionate way. One of Sasha's hands wound itself in Elaine's thick dark hair while the other one pulled Elaine's hand tighter to her groin. Elaine quickened her pace, fingering her faster and ever so deeper as Sasha rocked her hips back and forth. The moans became louder and louder as Elaine began rubbing her throbbing clit. She soon felt Sasha tipping over the edge as she let out a loud cry. Her orgasm flowed and convulsed throughout her body as Elaine carefully teased out ever last drop of sensation from her pussy.

  When Sasha had caught her breath and calmed down, she opened her eyes and looked at Elaine. Her face had a big smile of gratification. “Oh Elaine, that was wonderful. I've often fantasized about doing this with you. I just knew it would feel amazing.” Elaine saw Sasha's lips curve in an impish grin. "You know it's my time to return the favor, don't you?"

  When Elaine nodded, Sasha rolled her over onto her back. She placed a pillow under her backside that made her plump mound protrude proudly into the air, leaving her clit fully exposed. Sasha went down, moving to a position between her spread legs, and her sensationally long tongue appeared, teasing around the lips of her opening. Elaine jumped at the initial contact, then settled back, wailing a little as Sasha sloppily lapped away before retracting her tongue to taste her for a couple seconds. When her tongue came out again, it kept licking, bathing her swollen lips, lashing her hardened clit as Elaine made funny, high pitched sounds while jerking with intense pleasure.

  Sasha's tongue began wriggling its way up inside her pussy, while her hands held Elaine tightly by the ass. Elaine jerked around, groaning and yelping, eyes rolling as Sasha switched back to her clit, sucking delightfully as she started to sense her orgasm heating up. That tongue, that amazing probe from Sasha's mouth began squirming up inside her again. Her lips were fastened to her pussy, drinking her as she began humming, the vibration tickling her sex and almost causing an orgasm that Elaine could never hold back even if she’d wanted to. Her body convulsed as though having an epileptic seizure, but Sasha just kept sucking to the point of pleasure overload. Head thrashing back and forth, Elaine was now trying to hold Sasha down with her hand on her shoulder as Sasha relentlessly sucked her juice, humming needfully as though it was the waters of life. Sasha started to lick her ever harder as Elaine’s hips continued to rise from the bed as she grinded against her mouth. She continued to passionately suck and lick against her needy core, which drew out the sexiest moan she had ever heard. Soon Elaine was almost whimpering with pleasure on the bed as she tipped into the throws of her orgasm. She started begging, “Yes, just like that...Yes, yes." Her moans were starting to drive Sasha crazy, and she could feel the desire rising again between her legs. She thrust her fingers wildly inside of Elaine as she spread her wide and sucked on her clit, whipping her every nerve ending up into a frenzy.

  "Sasha!" She screamed as her whole body arched from the bed, her fingers twisting into the sheets. "Yes, please don't stop” ...her pleasured voice moaning as her juices ran down her legs, while Sasha lapped eagerly at her delicious pussy. Her body convulsed madly as her orgasm took over after being devoured in a way that made her feel desired and lusted after.

  Sasha wrapped her arms around her slim waist, holding her tightly against her mouth, drinking in her liquid orgasm. She writhed and bucked her hips a few more times before finally relaxing against the mattress. Sasha released her grip, wiping the essence off her chin with her fingers. Elaine opened her eyes and stared, her face masked with absolute shock and satisfaction. Then there was a lovely calm silence, as both contemplated what had just happened.

  “Sasha, I've never cum so hard, so long. I never even knew such an orgasm could even be possible” puffed Elaine, trying to catch her breath. “Where did you learn that technique?”

  Sasha just grinned, saying nothing but pleased that she had given so much satisfaction to Elaine. After they caressed each other and their climaxes began to fade, they wrapped their arms around one another and dozed off for the night. As she fell asleep, it occurred to Elaine that she couldn't remember another time when she had felt so happy and utterly satisfied by what she had experienced.

  It seemed like only a few hours later when Elaine awoke, the warm morning sun washing over her. She looked around the room and when she saw Sasha curled up in bed next to her, her heart felt full of joy. Her body still tingled from all the pleasures she had felt the night before. ‘That's the thing about being in love, she told herself, it's so beautiful and mysterious and magical.’

  She slipped out of bed and walked down the hall, looking for a bathroom. When she got back to the bedroom, she found Sasha awake. She was propped up on pillows and was watching Elaine with a guarded look on her face.

  "Elaine, what happened last night, were you okay with it? I mean, I didn't know that you were interested in women, not that way. I just," her voice trailed off for a moment. "I'm just surprised that you were so enthusiastic last night." Sasha looked down at her lap for a moment. "Growing up you always seemed like you were, well, straight." Sasha looked puzzled.

  Elaine sighed and looked down at the floor. She felt a wave of uneasiness sweep over her. Now was the time to really come clean with Sasha. Her palms started to feel sweaty.

  "Sasha, I've always felt this way. I’ve always loved and desired you. Right from the start, I wanted to be with you, but I thought it was wrong. Now, though, I just want to be with you. Please, Sasha, tell me you have feelings for me." Elaine looked at Sasha beseechingly.

  “Oh my god!" Sasha grated in frustration, rubbing her forehead with the palm of her hand. “Are you kidding me?” Her face went pale and her eyes looked wide and upset. “Always loved me? Always cared about me? I don't remember your mother ever saying you cared about me, not even once. I doubt my name ever came up in her conversations with you. I never got a phone call or a letter or a Christmas card, not anything. Not one word from you. Now you say you love me? I doubt that, Elaine. I think you're just scared be
cause your mother is dead and now you feel alone and insecure." Sasha turned her head and Elaine saw tears trickling down her face.

  “No, you have it all wrong, none of what you are saying is true,” replied Elaine.

  "You’re a phony. Get dressed and get out of my house. I don't want to hear you talking that nonsense anymore." Sasha stared at Elaine for a moment and then hopped out of bed. She strode past Elaine and said, “I don't want you here when I get back from the bathroom. Get your things and leave.” Then, as Elaine reeled back in shock, Sasha strode out of the room and was gone.

  Chapter 9

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  As the taxi she had called drove along the street, Elaine felt crushed as she headed back to her mother's house. She knew that telling Sasha how she felt was indeed disingenuous and insincere. In Sasha’s mind, she had used and took advantage of her for sex. It had been a mistake to think they could possibly be in love. She should have done it gradually but with everything that had happened in the last few days, Elaine really hadn't been thinking straight. She should have known Sasha’s temper would flare up. Elaine found her mind traveling back to the night before and the passion that she and Sasha had shared.

  It couldn't have all been faked, she thought. There had to have been some kind of attraction and need on Sasha's part. Elaine couldn't figure out why Sasha had reacted so negatively to what she had tried to say. She hoped that Sasha’s reaction had simply been the shock of her stepping suddenly into her life, especially with the bad news about her Mom. She had hoped it wasn’t her stepsister disliking her for all those years.

  The cab pulled up in front of her mother's house and Elaine looked at it sadly. It already felt less like home than it had while her mother was still alive. She walked through the front door and found herself waiting for her mother to call out a greeting. The grief she felt when she realized that would no longer happen was devastating. She knew what she had to do. The home had asked for her to pick out an outfit for her mother to wear. Elaine went to her mother's room and began to look through the clothing, trying to find something that felt like her mother. Soon, though, tears were rolling down her face and she grabbed the first dress she saw that she remembered seeing Janine wear.

  After that, Elaine went back to her bedroom and looked around. Before she had met Sasha again, it had felt warm, full of happy memories and fantasies. Now, though, that she knew Sasha didn't return her feelings, Elaine felt like it was simply another small dingy children's room. Her belongings looked sad and out of place and looking at Sasha's half of the room was overwhelmingly painful. She felt like she had lost everyone close to her.

  Elaine ran the outfit over to the funeral home and dropped it off. The staff there were all polite and professional and they ran over the timings for the visitation and funeral. Elaine returned to her mother's house and sat in the dark kitchen, sipping instant coffee in a cracked mug and thinking about what her next step would be.

  The next day was a blur. Elaine had arranged for the funeral home to come and pick her up. She stayed there all day long as handfuls of mourners filed through, passing on their condolences. Many of the faces looked completely unfamiliar to her and she felt uncomfortable when they wanted to embrace her. She tried to keep up a straight face but the only person that she wanted was Sasha. Sasha never came.

  Part way through the day, she had called Tom to let him know what was going on. She had been sending him a steady stream of text messages, none of which mentioned the evening that she had spent with Sasha. She felt terrible but knew that Tom simply wouldn't understand everything that she was going through. She knew he definitely wouldn't forgive the night Elaine had spent with Sasha.

  She spent a sleepless night at her mother's, tossing and turning on her old bed. Every time she closed her eyes, Elaine kept seeing Sasha, and feeling her body as it moved against hers. A number of times she had sat upright in bed, staring out at the dark after she swore she had heard Sasha's voice or smelled her perfume. Every time, though, she realised she was simply alone in the dark and had gone to bed with a heavy heart.

  The next day was the funeral. Again, the same mourners showed up and again, Elaine endured their sympathy without complaint. Her aunt Bethany showed up with her husband and Elaine's cousins, but they only came for the funeral and left shortly after. Although Elaine scanned the small crowd looking for Sasha, she never saw her. The graveside service was hard to bear but soon it was all over and Elaine was headed back to her temporary home.

  Sasha had never come. Elaine thought about calling her but changed her mind. Not coming was a definite sign that Sasha was not interested in seeing Elaine again. Her heart breaking, Elaine began the process of packing up her mother's items so that the house could be sold. It was so hard to see Janine's things wrapped in newspaper or packed into boxes. After only an hour or so, Elaine felt like she just couldn't go on.

  The photo albums were the hardest. Elaine knew that if she looked through the albums from when she was younger, there would be photos of her and Sasha together. They were something she wanted to see and but also dreaded. The last thing she thought she could handle was to look back on happier times with the people she had loved.

  Elaine decided to leave the photos for another day and piled them neatly on the kitchen table. She looked around, found a wine glass and a bottle of the red wine her mother loved best, and took them to the living room. She stretched out on the couch, popped the cork, and sat back with the intention of getting truly drunk.

  It didn't take long. Elaine had only picked at the food that the funeral home had laid out for the luncheon. She had just wanted to get home to start processing everything that had happened. Part way through her first glass she began to get the warm, lightheaded feeling she loved. She kept drinking, and soon the bottle was empty.

  Elaine thought about getting up to grab another bottle. Her mother always loved to entertain and had always kept a dozen wine bottles on hand, so there was plenty for Elaine to drink. She stood up and was surprised to see the room was spinning. She dropped her glass and heard it shatter. She took a step, trying to get to the kitchen so that she could clean up her mess, but felt a shiver of pain lance through her foot. She looked down, not surprised to see blood pouring out of a cut on the bottom of her foot. It looked dire.

  She tried hopping to the kitchen, but her foot was extremely painful, and her head was swimming. Elaine thought she heard the house door opening and turned to look but the movement threw her off balance. As she crashed drunkenly to the floor, she was sure she saw Sasha staring at her, a look of shock and concern on her face. Elaine felt her head strike something hard, and then there was only blackness.

  Chapter 10

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  Elaine's head ached. She opened her eyes and winced as she was blinded by the strong sunlight. She was in a hospital bed. She looked around the room. Like her mother, it was a private room so there were no other patients. There was, however, someone slumped in the reclining chair. It was Sasha.

  Elaine couldn't see her face, but the waterfall of shimmering hair that cascaded over the arm of the chair was a definite giveaway. Sasha's hair was beautiful. There were different shades and highlights in her light-colored locks, and they were thick and wavy. As a teenager, Sasha had always complained and wept about the fact that her father had never let her cut or color her red hair.

  Elaine swung her legs out of bed and saw that one of her feet was completely bandaged. It ached. She vaguely remembered drinking the night before and stepping on broken glass. She had fallen. Had it been Sasha that brought her here? Elaine wasn't totally sure. That part of the evening was a little blurry.

  Elaine looked at the IV drip that fed into her left hand. It wasn't on a pole, so she rang the call button for a nurse. As she did, Sasha woke with a start and looked at Elaine, a bleary, exhausted look on her face. "Oh! You're awake."

  The nurse arrived and the next few minutes were taken up with getting Elaine off her IV and ready to move ar
ound on her own. Both the nurse and Sasha watched Elaine with concern as she stood up and wobbled a bit. Before long, however, Elaine was hobbling to the bathroom on her own. But everything hurt when she moved.

  When she got back to bed, the nurse left, and it was only Elaine and Sasha in the room. "What happened? And why are you here?" Elaine rubbed her face with her hands, feeling more tired than she expected to be. She looked at Sasha. "I mean, really, why are you here? You made it very clear that you didn't feel the same way I did. You didn't even have the decency to show up to my mother's funeral." Elaine blinked back tears.

  "Well I guess that makes us even. You didn't come to my father's funeral when he passed away. Your mother did, she gave some wonderful excuse on your behalf as to why you couldn't show up but, in the end, you copped out on that one Elaine. You left this town and walked away, and you didn't even look back. You wonder why I'm a bit skeptical about your sudden outpouring of love and affection. Well, that's why."

  Elaine looked at Sasha, shocked at the flood of angry words that came out of her mouth. She felt embarrassed and upset but mainly at herself, not with Sasha. It was true, she had moved away and had found every reason not to come back. When Edward had died, she had found a million reasons why she didn't need to come back. She hadn't been close to her stepfather. She just didn't think that her not coming back would have hurt anyone.

  "Sasha, I'm so sorry. I was young and insensitive. You're completely right, you know. I should have come home. I was afraid though. I don't know why I didn't think. You have every right to be mad at me." Elaine took a deep breath, then looked at Sasha. "Sasha, I love you. I think I always have. I know that we grew up together and we've been through a lot. I need you Sasha, need you like I have never needed anyone before. Please, give me a chance?"