Now We're Here

by Jessica Kale

  Alicia lifted her head, trying to taste her, but as she got close, Gabriella pulled away. "Further," she commanded, but Alicia couldn’t. She was at her limit, given the restraint.

  Gabriella cupped her face again. “Please? Give it another try,” she said. And with that, she pushed her hips hard onto Alicia’s face, smothering her. She grinded hard, gyrating her hips, coating Alicia with her dew. She grabbed her hair, pulling her head in between her legs. She slid her entire opening over Alicia’s face and mouth, pushing her hips forward, looking down at her as her tongue and lips tried to find purchase. It was clear that she was not worried about Alicia being able to catch a breath.

  She slid further forward, and Alicia’s tongue danced on her lips, enjoying the smooth skin there, before finding her clit, which she tasted with equal energy. Alicia was lost in Gabriella. The smell, the taste, the aura of her overpowered her. She wanted to do nothing but please her. Every time they made love, it felt like the first time.

  Gabriella pushed her full weight back onto Alicia’s face, rocking against it recklessly. She could feel herself tremble as she came again. She could feel her body quiver, her thighs and legs twitch, and then she passed the point of no return. Gabriella moaned in her orgasm as her entire body shook. Alicia held her close, her tongue pushing Gabriella even further until the blonde couldn’t take anymore.

  “Now it’s my turn,” Gabriella hissed. She rolled over and took Alicia by surprise. She began a serious investigation of her genitals, grabbing her and tickling her clit. Alicia let out a deep sigh as Gabriella began sliding her finger between her moist lips. She found her opening and gradually opened her up, inserting her finger a digit at a time while she bathed her genitals and clitoris with her tongue. Alicia’s groans became grunts. She pushed against Gabriella and she went harder, sliding her finger in and out in a way designed to maximize the pleasure. She felt her tightening around her finger as the first spasm started and then she was yelling at her to go harder.

  Her groans became squeals and Gabriella just kept going until finally Alicia let go. She couldn’t recall how long it lasted. She was still pushing and shaking, covered in sweat. Her eyes were wet with tears and that was when Gabriella knew she did a good job.

  She slid down Alicia’s body again, clearly spent. She looked at her and silently rose, reaching again for her nightstand, producing a set of cuffs. She motioned for Alicia to raise her arms above her head, and still panting, she restrained her wrists, attaching them to the bedpost. The two had bought those handcuffs a long time ago, but they never really used them. Right now was the perfect time. Gabriella cradled Alicia’s head in her hand, looking directly at her, delight and compassion in her eyes.

  “I never thought success brought out the kinky in you,” Alicia joked.

  Gabriella leaned in and gave her one last gentle kiss. “Think I might just leave you there,” she said with a smirk on her face.

  CHAPTER 18

  Alicia went out for a morning stroll. Lately, she had been pulling all-nighters at the studio, but today, she decided she was going to rise with the birds. She wiggled into her yoga pants and headed out, her keys jingling in her hand.

  “Now, which route should I take?” she asked herself.

  But before she knew it, her legs were carrying her in a direction she didn’t want to go. She tried to resist it, but she was on autopilot. The sun was shining through the trees; the leaves were turning an auburn brown. Alicia walked still. She passed the music store, the church, and the grocery store. But her feet were relentless. Beads of sweat were forming on her forehead, but she didn’t stop. Something was telling her to move forward. A part of her still hadn’t let go of the past, and it wanted to get a glimpse of the things that she left behind.

  In the distance Alicia could see the diner where she used to work. It was hard to tell if anyone was in there, but given the popularity of the place, Alicia thought it was already brimming with customers. She walked a little closer, but at one point, her feet couldn’t carry her across the street anymore. She shivered with a reluctance so strong, it was almost crippling.

  “God,” she whispered, trying to push herself.

  She put one foot in front of the other and started walking. The windows were reflective; Alicia couldn’t see a thing. But she knew Trish was in there, probably hovering around the tables, like she always did. She wondered if Trish was mad at her, even worse, if she had forgotten all about her. All those thoughts were really starting to mess with Alicia’s head; what if Trish kicked her out? Or pretended not to know her? Finally she arrived at the door. She could see silhouettes moving hastily behind the glass.

  The next thing she knew, Alicia was walking away. As fast as she could. She crossed the street again and headed back straight to her house. It a long walk. She couldn’t feel it at first, but then her legs started wobbling underneath her, like a pair of toothpicks.

  She marched across the lawn and unlocked the door to her house. The silence was almost deadly. Gabriella was still asleep, but Alicia was wide awake. She went into the kitchen, made herself some coffee and started reading the first page of a book she had bought years ago. It was a self-cleansing process, a way to distract herself from all the things that were bothering her. Sometimes she felt guilty for leaving parts of her life behind, but as she sipped her coffee, she realized that she was going to try harder. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she didn’t.

  ***

  “Is it here?” Gabriella asked, pulling over under the shade of a tree. Alicia peered out the window without answering. The chill in the post-dawn air was the first hint that fall wasn’t far behind. The trees would soon stand naked, bereft of their color. But for now they lined the avenue and Alicia’s walk to her studio more vibrantly than any carnival parade. Alicia was torn between keeping her eyes high to watch for the falling leaves dancing their way to the carpeted ground, or looking down to spy the crunchy ones. She loved to step on them; she was still a kid at heart. Finally she popped the car door open and stepped out, gulping in the fresh air and closing her eyes.

  “That’s the place,” she said, reaching her hand out to Gabriella. The couple walked down the avenue, deliberately stepping on the crunchy leaves. “Whew, I’m nervous,” she continued.

  “Alright, wait,” Gabriella said, grabbing Alicia by the shoulders and looking at her. “Tell me, are you sure you want to do this?” she asked.

  Alicia hesitated. “Yes,” she replied. “I do.” The couple walked a few more steps until Alicia felt reluctant again. “I don’t know,” she said, looking back at the car. “I don’t know why I keep doing this.”

  “Alicia, it’s okay-”

  “No, it’s not!” she said. “I keep running away from my past. I can’t do that if I want to move on with my life.” Gabriella opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. “First, I chicken out of going into the diner, and now I won’t even visit my mother’s grave?”

  “Well, let’s do it, then,” Gabriella said. “Take my hand.”

  The couple walked in through the gates. Alicia was weary at first, but then a gentle breeze greeted her. Row upon row of white marble tombstones stood behind each other like soldiers. Each one was perfect, polished and exactly the same as all of the others, except the name it bore. But it wasn’t just that, it was the way the person’s family chose to honor them. Some bore old family photos, while others were covered in flowers. How Alicia’s mother would’ve loved this place; she loved eccentric things. How could a place be so full and empty at the same time?

  Alicia walked wearily amongst the tombstones, looking for her mother. She wasn’t really looking for her, but some symbol of her. In a way, that brought her comfort, knowing she was in a better place. This was her first visit since the funeral; Alicia would’ve liked to have come more often, but she could never bring herself to. She thought about telling her dad to come with her, but some part of her was scared the two of them would end up having
a fight.

  “I don’t know why people fear graveyards so much,” Gabriella said, folding her arms across her chest. “I mean, I personally find them very peaceful.”

  “Me, too,” Alicia said, looking around. In her peripheral vision she could see her mother’s tombstone. “Alright,” she said, letting go of Gabriella’s hand. “I’ll meet you back here in a second.”

  “Do you want me to come with you?” the blonde asked.

  Alicia shook her head. “I’ll let you know if I need anything,” she said, walking away.

  Gabriella looked around. A gentle breeze swept across the yard, caressing her face. She watched Alicia as she sat cross-legged in front of her mother’s grave.

  “Hey, mom,” Alicia said, moving in closer. She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of her heart. “Can you hear me?” she asked, without feeling the need to look around. “Can you see me?”

  Gabriella stood in the distance, trying not to tear up.

  “Dad came to visit for the first time in a while. I hated him for so long, but now I’m okay. I hope that you’re okay, too.” Alicia spoke louder and louder, as if her mother was sitting right there across from her. “I didn’t want to keep anything from you, so that’s why I’m telling you this. I’m so happy he’s back in my life, mom. And I don’t know if you were ever going to accept him.”

  A sudden breeze swept through the place. It was so relaxing, Alicia could almost feel it lifting her up in the air. The smell of fresh flowers traveled up her nostrils. It wasn’t there a while ago; Alicia wondered if she was just imagining things.

  “But anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I’m okay now,” she said. “I’m okay but I’m sorry. I’m okay but I miss you. I’m okay but I want you here. Mom, I didn’t mean to yell at you that day, I didn’t mean to keep secrets from you. I didn’t mean to disappoint you.” She paused for a moment, trying to ignore that lump rising in her throat. “But I did mean to become a producer. I did mean to make you proud, and I hope I did. I hope you don’t hate me for pursuing my dream. You know I still carry that fear with me everywhere I go? That you’re rolling in your grave because of me?”

  At that point there were tears streaming down her face. “Can you hear me now, mom? Or should I yell a bit more? Can you see that I’m living my life, that I’ve made something of myself? I see it, too, mom. Do you see that woman standing over there? The one with the ash-blonde hair? She’s the love of my life.” Alicia turned around and Gabriella was looking at her, a smile on her face. “She says hi.”

  The flowery fragrance rose up in the air; it was so pungent, almost like sweet perfume.

  “Anyway, I hope that you can forgive me. And I love you, I love you so much. Wherever you are, I hope I have your blessing. I love you, I love you.”

  Alicia got up and planted a kiss on her mother’s tombstone. She turned to look at Gabriella, who was now bawling. “D’you think she would’ve liked me?” she asked.

  Alicia grabbed Gabriella’s hand and walked her through the yard. Suddenly the grass looked greener, the leaves didn’t look so dead anymore.

  Alicia looked Gabriella in the eyes and flashed her a beaming smile. “Oh, she would’ve loved you.”

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