by S. Silver
They connected on that level that true friends connect when they’ve been through the same trauma. It had always been like that with them, but Nicole had been there when it finally ended and they both knew how significant that was.
Tricia felt like a whole new person. She was a kid that had finally become an adult, or a man who had just gotten out of prison. She could do anything, be anything, and she wouldn’t be tied down by that man any longer. She had never realized how trapped she was before.
The house sat atop a hill that overlooked the ocean. It had steps carved into the jagged rock face that lead down to a beach that you could only access through their private staircase. It was a thrill to be there. She could get her mind off things and take some time away.
The best part about it was that it was hers. Legally, if he went there, she could ask him to leave and he would have to.
Jake’s game had already died out and he was snoring loudly when they pulled up. Nicole reached out and pinched his nipple and he opened his eyes with a big grin, “Hey baby.” He motioned down to his massive hard on.
“Not now, Jake. Tricia’s here.”
He jumped and looked back to see the smiling lady. Tricia waved at him and he lowered his head like he was a dog who just messed up the carpet.
“Is it safe here,” Nicole asked?
“Yeah. It’s fine. Come on, guys.”
The trio walked over to the front porch where a tiny rock lay next to the door. Tricia reached down and opened it to reveal an inner chamber that held a key. She opened the door, and the smell of salt air and plug-in air fresheners assaulted them. She reached to the right of the door and turned on the lights.
The house was simple with modern decorations. There was an off white section with a glass coffee table in front and an orchid in a glass vase sitting on top of it. The countertops were white marble and there were little decorations and side tables sitting around. It was the like a show room, but it had a lived in feel too. It had the smells and the ambiance of a home.
It wouldn’t be home forever, but it would work for a while. She forgot one thing. She turned to Tricia and asked, “Do you think we could run and get my car in the morning?” That was on big issue. The car was hers. They had separate assets, but he might have done something to it by now.
“Jake,” he left the room. “Where’s the biggest bedroom?”
Tricia laughed. “This way.” She walked down the small hallway to the right and knocked softly on the door. There was no answer, but there was also no lock so she let Nicole do her thing.
When she came out, she said, “He says he will take you down to my father’s house to get the car in the morning. Rick didn’t see him so it should be pretty safe if he goes and gets it himself. He’ll just have you drive our car to the corner out of sight.”
“That works.” Tricia wasn’t tired in the least. On the contrary, she was quite invigorated. “Would you like to go down and take a walk on the beach with me?”
“Sure. Let me just change into something better.”
Tricia went to the next room at the end of the hall, with her luggage in hand, and pulled out her white bikini. She hadn’t worn it in years, but she still had that look and she could pull it off. She got glances from men, both young and old, and she was ready to break it out to see how it felt.
It had gold rings on the sides of the bottom piece that held the tight stretchy fabric together, and a strap that went over her neck that she had to tie in a knot on the back. She looked wonderful. She even decided to pull out some nice strappy white sandals to go with it.
This was probably the first time in a long time that she’d actually taken such pride in her appearance. Looking back, she had no idea how she actually kept it up the way she did. She certainly didn’t do much to maintain it.
There was a soft knock on the door and Nicole walked in with her hands over her eyes. “You ready?” She sounded excited. In a way, Tricia could tell that they’d both gotten out of prison. Nicole needed that closure as much as Tricia needed her exit.
“I’m ready.” Tricia grabbed a towel from the adjacent bathroom, and they made their way down along the small gravel path that led to the steps. Tricia forgot how steep they were and she stopped for a second to grab her bearings. Nicole steadied her.
“It’s alright. Come with me. I got you.” They made their way down the steps together. “You don’t know just how healing this whole experience has been for me, Tricia. Just talking to you has helped. I was so stuck in the past that I couldn’t move forward.”
Tricia understood. She needed her closure too. “I had to get out or I was going to lose myself there. That house was my prison. You know, I don’t even remember the last time I got out.
“Really?” They were nearing the bottom of the stairs and both girls were anxious to run in the sand a little bit.
“I just stayed there. I cleaned and cooked like he told me to do.” Tricia looked to the right at the breathtaking view. There was a soft fog raising over the water, like sweet bliss caressing the waves. The sky was still there, trying to break through, but it was too thick. They were both watching as they walked hand in hand down to the edge of the tide where they sat down.
“I’ve always wanted to have a place by the beach,” Nicole said softly.
“I never got to use it. This is my second time here. We only came when he wanted to put it in my name, and we only stayed for a few hours. I didn’t even get to come down here.”
“Let’s do something,” Nicole’s voice had a spark.
“What?” Their eyes locked.
“Let’s make a pact to never get with the same kind of man, both of us. Women always do that. Even men do it. We can’t repeat the same pattern over and over again like everyone else.”
“What do we do?”
“Let’s kiss on it.” Nicole smiled Tricia leaned in. her lips were warm and tender. Her hand around the woman’s chin was as soft as a feather. When they pulled away the magnetic pull stayed in between them.
“What is Jake like?” Tricia wanted to be sure she wasn’t making the same mistake. She was, after all, devoted wholly to this woman.
“He’s sweet. He acts the way he does to avoid trouble. He plans out ways to stay in the corner so he doesn’t have to deal with petty squabbles.”
Tricia nodded. “What’s the catch?”
“He’s an overgrown frat boy. He lives in filth, he takes you quick and doesn’t know how to move, you know.”
“Oh, I know.”
“He leaves something to be desired.” Nicole’s hand grazed Tricia’s thigh. “I have a question.”
“What’s that?”
“You ever been with a woman? What’s it like?” Nicole was looking out over the water, but her hand rested a little bit close to where Tricia lay.
“It’s soft and gentle. Women know what women want. They know how to move right. They know each other’s bodies and they meld together perfectly, no like the way men and women grate on one another with their sexual habits. Women both was the same slow, passionate feel.” Their hands met on the sand. Their heads turned towards one another. “Do it.” Tricia was too old for games. They both wanted it.
“I’m scared.”
“Of what? Jake? He’d probably beg you to record it.” Those final words felt like heresy. This moment was special and private. Nobody could share it the way they could. That was it. Tricia had hit the spot. She didn’t want Jake to find out.
Nicole slowly moved closer and ran her fingers up Tricia’s chest. She moved her index finger along the woman’s nipple as Tricia let out a shuddered gasp. Their warm lips were moving slowly, with their tongues rubbing against one another’s. Their soft breath was moving over each other’s faces like a brilliant blaze of passion that would overtake their throbbing inner thighs that even then were drenched with the sweet nectar welling up inside of them.
Tricia’s moved slowly along the crease of Nicole’s back and under her shoulder blades to wher
e her bikini was knotted. “May I?”
“Yes.” Just that one word meant the world. This girl trusted her enough to let her see her at her most vulnerable. They crashed together once again as her fingers undid the knot. Their kisses were flashes of flame that grew hotter and hotter, moving down their bodies. Tricia pulled the top off slowly to see her large breasts with their hard inviting nipples. She slowly moved her finger along the outline and watched Nicole gasp in pleasure as she squeezed it softly at first then harder, until the girl’s face was clenched up and her cries echoes across the beach.
Tricia’s hand moved down the girl’s stomach slowly to allow her to bask in the sensation and it stopped just above that place where only the ones she truly loved dare enter. Their eyes locked and Nicole watched blissfully as her finger pushed through and a shockwave of pleasure moved over clit and just between her pulsing lips. She’d do it. She would let her go in there, in her most sacred depths. She pushed through, as her tongue passed the girl’s lips. She moved farther in her and twisted her finger just enough to make Nicole cry out.
The girl reached back and pulled Tricia’s neck strap up over her head and unhooked her top with perfect precision. She then lunged her head in and with the technique of a master ran it around the rim of her nipples.
Tricia’s finger had found its place and as she moaned with satisfaction she began her trip in and out of Nicole’s throbbing hole. The girl could feel the tide moving up, threatening to overcome her as the nectar pushed out with unbearable force and her pleasure magnified to that most sacred of levels. She could feel it coming and she couldn’t stop it.
Tricia reached in as far as she could, curled her finger, and when her thumb grazed her clit she erupted and let out a passionate wave of sweet nectar. The wetness never left and neither did the throbbing feeling as Tricia, with her finger firmly placed inside the girl’s hole, moved down her chest with her warm lips and over her belly button where she slowly pulled the bottom to reveal Nicole’s soaking wet lips.
She pushed Tricia’s head in, trying to hold it back again. She couldn’t. The tide of throbbing ecstasy was so overwhelming that as soon as her tongue ran up down the girl’s clit she started pulsing with an unthinkable amount of pleasure that enveloped her in a wave of bliss so powerful that for a single moment she forgot where she was and threw her head back and let out a roar like an animal in heat. Tricia dug her head in as far as she could to lap up the juices that were squirting out like a fountain. She looked up from her place of worship and smiled then she sat up again to sit next to her newfound sister.
Their kiss was an outpouring of sincere affection and devotion that neither woman could’ve possibly shared with a man. They simply didn’t understand the nuances of passion and love the way that women did.
Chapter Four
“What is there to eat?” That was the first thing that Jake said every single morning.
Tricia looked back and stifled a giggle when she saw that his hair was sticking straight up at the top on one side. “Guess I’ll have to go get something.”
“No. I’ll go.” Nicole chimed in. She turned back to Jake, “Do you want to come with me?”
“I guess.” The way he drew out the last word said that that was the last thing he wanted to do.
Tricia didn’t like it. One moment they were so close and as soon as he entered the room, Nicole was making her escape. They should’ve still been at that place with the afterglow, where they wanted to be with each other every single second. Instead, Nicole went to go cuddle with him as soon as they got in the house. She didn’t even say good night.
It gave Tricia a sick feeling, and she didn’t like it. She was supposed to be enthralled with her now. That was the way the young ones were unless they were dealing with something they simply couldn’t find attractive, but they’d shared that beautiful moment. How could she deny that? Yet, in her body language, the way she looked away, the way she sat farther away, she was being awkward.
Tricia didn’t want awkward. What she needed was innocence and carnal passion. She didn’t want anything more than that, but it might be nice to know that Nicole enjoyed it and that she enjoyed her. She was being fragile maybe, but she needed that now and Nicole, more than anyone, knew that. Tricia was feeling green envy and rejection.
When they left, she slammed against the bed and waited. She still had to get the car. Maybe when she got it she would kick them out or let them stay for a while.
While there were no real memories there, he was still all around her. He’d bought everything in the place including the bed that she was sleeping on. Rick’s clothes were in the closet and he had a pair of muddy boots next to the door.
He wasn’t going to drive her out, and neither were they. She couldn’t let anyone get her down again. Tricia was her own person, and she had to learn to live independently of other people and the only way to do that was to keep from giving them power over her. The minute she reacted to their behavior, she was giving up a little bit of control over herself, and that was the last thing she needed to be doing.
She sat up and decided to start clearing everything out. She started with the shoes. They were disgusting and covered in sand. She picked them up and took them outside. She stood on the edge of the rope wall that separated the house from the cliff and looked down at the water. She was ending this once and for all. Nobody would ever hurt her again. She threw the shoes over the cliff in a ritualistic sort of cleansing. She grabbed a trash bag and put all the clothes, all the pictures and mementos, anything that reminded her of him, she threw it all over the cliff.
When she was done, she grabbed a rag and started cleaning. That was her way of making the place her own. Once she knew every tiny stain and blemish in the house, she would own it.
By the time they were back, she had Abba playing on the stereo and she was running around rearranging things. “Hey, she shouted from the kitchen. Just bring the bags in here and set them down on the counter.”
“We got a whole bunch of stuff, Trish. I wasn’t sure if you had much so we got you enough to last a while. Are you planning on staying?” Nicole was sitting on a stool in front of the bar.
“I think so.” She’d decided about halfway through her frenzy. “I like it. It’s mine and it’s the easiest way I know to get something quick. Besides, I hate renting.”
Jake had a sports drink and a candy bar and he set them down on the clean counter. “It’d be pretty awesome to live her. I’m jealous.” He looked around, assessing the entire setup like he was deciding where he was going to put the sound system.
“Well, I ‘m going to make the best of it.” She looked over at the massive mound of paper bags that they’d brought in. “So what’s for breakfast?”
“Omelets.” Jake had a way of raising his eyebrows and smiling just right that made both of the girls smile. He pulled out bell peppers, spinach, mushrooms, several kinds of chilies and different kinds of breakfast meats. “I got everything we need to make at least one Omelet.” He had a pallet of eggs in his hand. The girls laughed.
Jake grabbed a stick of butter and started going through the drawers to find a spatula. Tricia grabbed some vegetables for Nicole to chop up and started whisking the eggs. They worked seamlessly together like one machine. The trio each had their perfect Omelets. Jake loved the peppers and the sausage. Tricia had a little bit of ham and mushrooms folded with goat cheese and spinach in the middle, and Nicole wanted a simple spinach omelet with some mushrooms inside. It was a good time. They worked silently and said nothing more than how much they loved their food.
Jake ran up when he was done and washed off his dish then went to go shower. The girls were alone again and it was a little awkward. Nicole was tense and Tricia could sense it, but Nicole could sense that she was watching her and it only made things worse. Tricia simply didn’t want to fall away from somebody she’d just connected with. Nicole got up and walked into her room, and Tricia felt the urge to follow. Instead, she sat down and watch
ed TV so she could wait for Jake to come out so she could get going.
Her thoughts drifted back to Nicole, though. She wanted to confide in her and be her friend. She didn’t want a lover, but Nicole clearly thought otherwise. It was strange how just a little bit of her body language told her so much. They were connected on that level after more than a year of talking on the phone, studying the subtle nuances of their lives and their mannerisms and then the drama that had ensued after they met—it bound them to one another. It wasn’t romantic, and Tricia simply couldn’t impress that on her enough. She had to find a way to get through to her.
She decided to go out and watch the waves for a while so she could think. She got on her sandals and a wide brimmed hat and made her way out to the beach. She spread out a towel and let herself fade out. She lay down and started letting her sweet drowsy state wash over her and bring her away from her manic thoughts and depression.
Then she heard the sand crunching nearby and the boy sitting next to her. “She just gets that way, you know. It’s OK, Tricia. I don’t mind what happened, but she’s worried how it’ll effect things.”
“She told you?” Tricia sat up and looked at him. He was wearing short shorts and his bare, well-formed chest was dripping with water and sunscreen. She wanted to lean forward and kiss every single inch. Maybe she was looking for the love she’d been looking for when she met Rick.
“She came to her room crying and hugged me as hard as she could. She was freaking out over it. I didn’t care. I thought she was being dramatic.” That was the most she’d ever heard him reveal.
“Well at least you’re not bothered by it.”
“Well, in a way it bothers me.” He reached down and groped his long cock and she reached out and took a firm grip on it. She couldn’t do that. It would crush Nicole. Tricia pulled back. She was ashamed of what she’d just done and from the way he scooted away, she could tell that he was too, but it wasn’t wrong if Nicole did it. It was different for girls. When you cheat, it’s with a guy.
