“Vicky.” I whisper her name my lips are trembling, and she pulls the blanket away from the two of us.
My eyes are on her breasts. I can see how hard her nipples are they aren’t big, but they aren’t small either and I can’t stop looking at them.
I’m mesmerized by them.
“See what you do to me?” She whispers to me, straddling me and before I realize what’s going on, she’s unzipping my hoody.
I’m not wearing anything on underneath, and she kisses me again, she kisses me quickly and I feel our hard nipples rubbing against each other. They are getting bigger with each slight rub.
My hand goes down between her legs, I tease her through her panties, finding her clit and rubbing at it slowly until she begins to grind against them.
“Yes, this is what I want.” Vicky whispers against my ear.
I bite down on her shoulder and close my eyes. I can’t believe how wet I’m getting from her. I know this isn’t right. In my mind it isn’t.
It doesn’t matter if I’m meeting Corinne for the first time or not. I must stop this, but I don’t want to.
It feels so good to have Vicky want me, for her to take control.
“Don’t stop.” She whines at me, thrusting her clit up and down my fingers and I giggle at her, slipping my hand into the side of her panties.
“Yes, I knew that you wanted it.” She whispers and pulls her mouth away from my ear.
I let her take my sweatpants off and I see her staring down at my groin.
“What?” I ask her, wondering if she’s changed her mind.
I look down between my legs and see that my clit is sticking out just a little. She licks her lips and then she brings her eyes to mine.
“What?” I whine at her, biting down on my lip.
“I’ve never seen one so fat before. I’ve heard about them, I’ve seen them on videos, but never in real life.” Vicky’s eyes are shining, and I feel my face flush with embarrassment.
At about the time that I get ready to reach for my sweatpants she shoves her face between my legs and her tongue is wildly licking the nub between my lips.
“God!” I cry out for her, throwing my head back against the pillow and spreading my legs wider for her.
Vicky thrusts her tongue between my lips and continues to tease my clit until it’s swelling against her tongue.
She suckles it between her lips and tugs on it, giving me just the slightest pain before she licks it away furiously.
“If you keep doing that!” I scream out for her and hear my voice shaking as she stares up into my eyes and continues to massage it.
I feel her hands groping and massaging my breasts, the way she pinches them between her fingers. She causes pain but in the best of ways.
I’ve found someone that can please me. One that isn’t too rough, but one that knows just what she wants.
I close my eyes as she continues to pleasure my body until her mouth hits my wet hole. My eyes open quickly and wide when I feel her tongue thrusting in and out of me.
“That’s it, right there!” I cry out for her, tugging on her short, pink, hair.
She continues to slide her tongue in and out of me faster and faster. I can’t believe how good she’s doing. My toes are curling and without any warning I feel my heat coming for her.
Vicky isn’t surprised at all, not like I thought she would be, and she continues to thrust her tongue in and out.
When she brings it out, I see the wetness there from inside my hot hole. The glaze of happiness in her eyes that she could get me to do this.
My legs are shaking, and she holds them down as she continues to take what she wants. It’s not until my body goes limp that she stops and throws her head back to laugh.
“You’ve never had tongue that good.” She guesses.
“Never.” I gasp at her.
“Well, we aren’t done yet.” Vicky shakes her head and straddles me, thrusting her vaginal lips against mine, grinding down harder and harder until my lips separate, and her nub is grinding and bumping against mine.
I feel how fat hers is. It’s not peeking out at me, but the width of it feels so good. I watch her as she thrusts her hips back and forth and I cup her breasts in my hands. I push them together so tightly that her nipples are grinding against one another.
“Yes, don’t stop that.” She shakes her head at me, her eyes slightly closed, and I have the urge to spank her ass. I want to slap it and hear the echo across the room.
“Almost there, God, yes.” She cries out for me not as loud as I did for her, but that doesn’t matter.
I like the fact that I can get her to that point. That I can get her to want me as much as I wanted her, as much as I needed her in the moment.
I bite down on my lip and take my hands away from her breasts. I run my hands down the side of her and I massage her ass cheeks, gripping them tightly in my hands. I hold them and then I spank them. I spank her so hard I think that she’s going to want me to stop but each time I do this she lifts her ass up to meet my hand.
“You act all innocent.” She laughs at me and shakes her head.
I giggle at her and then moan as she continues to grind again and that’s when I feel the wetness on me.
She slides her labia up and down mine with her wetness. Going faster and faster that I watch her breasts bounce freely as if they’re just as happy as she is.
When Vicky’s done, she puts her weight all the way down on me and she gathers me in her arms. She holds me tightly and it feels good to have this closeness. I’m not even going to lie about that.
We are from the same side of the tracks. We understand each other more than most people would.
That’s a connection for me.
“Are you sure that you want to meet her?” Vicky whispers against my ear and I don’t say anything to her, but I feel a grin coming to my face.
I can’t think about that right now. I just can’t. I know what I did was wrong, it shouldn’t happen again, but I can’t promise that it won’t.
“It’s okay to tell me the truth. Was it good?” Vicky asks me, knowing damn well that I can’t tell a lie.
“It was amazing.” I tell her, feeling her mouth on mine once again after I give her the answer that she’s looking for.
The only answer I have.
The truth.
She kisses me for a while, I don’t know how long we make out for, but when we’re done, we need a drink because our mouths are so dry.
Vicky gets back into her tank top and panties while I hurry to get into my sweatpants and hoody. Neither one of us talk about what has happened between us.
I’m not sure I could trust my words with her even if we began talking about it.
“So, I think that we should just skip out on all this meeting. Me meeting my father and you meeting her.” Vicky tells me truthfully, coming back with two bottles of waters that are in the fridge for the guests.
“I don’t think that can happen.” I give her a crazy look.
“Why?” She snorts at me.
“I’ve never just left someone hanging before Vicky. That’s not who I am.” I tell her honestly.
“It’s really not who I am either, I just thought that it sounded good. I don’t think that I would have the nerve to go through with it, how about this…” Vicky stops talking for a second.
I can see the wheels turning in her mind. There’s a plan brewing in the back of it. One that might just work if I’m not strong enough to tell her no.
“So that neither of us have to do this alone you should come with me to see my father and I will come and see her with you. How do you know that she’s not a serial killer or something? How do you know what she says is the truth? It seems that you’re the only one who’s honest these days. Well, besides me.” She points a finger at her chest.
“I don’t know about that.” I tell her.
Vicky’s smile slowly fades from her face and I can see that isn’t the answer that she’s hoping
for. I can’t very well just drop everything that I’ve been doing over the past year because I met someone by accident. Can I?
“I’m not saying don’t meet her. I’m saying that I think I need someone to be there when I go to meet my father, and when you go to meet her, I will hide out somewhere and you just come back for me is all. I don’t have to be anywhere near you.” Vicky is explaining to me.
Her voice is strong.
How many times have I wished that someone was there for me when things were going down with my mother? How many times had I wanted a friend over on nights that there was arguing and fighting, and I locked myself in my room?
I know that I can’t ditch out on her like this. I can’t just catch the next flight and act like we never met, act like we haven’t done anything.
“Nadia.” She says my name with such urgency but with strength in her voice that says she’s willing to do this alone only she doesn’t want to.
“Yes. I think that it’s a great plan. A safe one.” I whisper to her.
“Thank you!” She cries out and hugs me tightly to her.
Vicky hugs me so tightly that I have a hard time breathing and I feel a smile coming to my face. No one has just come out of the blue and hugged me like that. Not one single person in my life has.
I hug her back as if we’re teetering on the edge of a cliff and we can’t see anything below because the clouds are in the way.
Hanging by a string of hope that we’re going to be okay in the end.
“I don’t know what it is about you, but I feel happier since I’ve met you.” I tell her softly, feeling her pull away from me.
“Me too. Sometimes things are just meant to be. You’re supposed to meet someone in your lifetime at least once that makes you feel like you can do anything in the world.” Vicky points out to me and heads for the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
I used to believe that when I was younger. I’m beginning to believe it again. Such a good feeling it is.
Chapter Five
As I drift off to sleep, I’m hoping that it’s still snowing when I wake up. I wonder if Corinne is thinking about me as I am of her right now. If things are going to work out, if we’re going to connect. I know that I shouldn’t be thinking about her at all after what I’ve done with Vicky.
I shouldn’t feel so bad though either. Corinne and I were never saying that we dated. We flirted we had a good time together over the internet. We never said I love you, never claimed one another. I just wish that this feeling would go away as if I’d done something wrong when I haven’t.
Only, the main reason I was going on a plane at all was to meet her. To see if this was going to work, if she was going to become a big part of my future.
I toss and turn throughout the night. Sometime during the night though I feel a hand reach out in the dark and I feel it rubbing up and down my back slowly. I hear a soothing voice telling me that it’s okay that I can go back to sleep.
The voice in the dark of the night is Vicky’s it’s not Corinne’s. I feel my body relax under her touch and manage to get a few more hours of sleep.
How is it that a stranger that you’ve only just met can make you feel that way? That they can comfort you when you feel as if no one else can?
It’s the first time for me and I’m finding myself wondering if it would be worth the travel going to see Corinne, but not knowing if I’m missing out on the love of my life is what continues to drive me to think that there is a happy ending for me, that maybe I will find the one that I’m meant to be with.
I wake up to the smell of coffee and even though my eyes aren’t open, yet my ears are alert. I hear the coffee pot beep letting Vicky know that it’s done.
I hear her moving through the kitchen quietly, thinking that I’m sleeping and not wanting to wake me up unless she has to.
“Good morning.” I tell her, feeling a smile come to my face before rolling over.
“Good morning, I thought that I would let you sleep a little while longer. Did I wake you?” She asks me, sitting at the small fold out table in the kitchen.
“No, I’ve been awake.” I look over my shoulder and see that the blinds are pulled down. They are covering the outside world so that I can’t see if it’s snowing or not.
“They haven’t called our flight yet if that’s what you’re wondering.” Vicky tells me as I get up from the bed.
“Is it still snowing out there?” I ask her, wanting to peep through the blinds but at the same time I don’t want her to see the disappointment on my face if it isn’t.
“Yeah. You can’t see anything it’s whipping out there now.” Vicky grins at me when she sees the smile on my face.
“You know, we’re going to have to get on that plane sooner or later. You know that, right?” She raises one eyebrow.
“Yes, but we’re not going to do this alone.” I shake my head, reminding her of our plan as if she’s the one who needs reminding when we both know that it was her idea to begin with.
“Coffee?” She asks me, looking at the pot.
“I will make it.” I smile at her.
No one knows how to make my coffee the right way.
“It feels good not to have to wake up to asses and elbows in our faces.” Vicky laughs and I can’t help but giggle.
“It was definitely a good idea to do it this way.” I like how she’s such a morning person. Bright eyed and bushy tailed.
“Last night…” Her voice trails off.
“Last night was last night.” I tell her, before she can apologize for anything. I don’t want her thinking that she made me do it. She didn’t. I have a mind of my own.
“I just wanted to say that it was the best that I’ve ever had. It was fun, it was daring. It felt good.” Vicky’s face grows red.
I can see that it’s hard for her to let her feelings show. Someone who’s supposed to be pushing everyone away the attitude that was there yesterday morning. I don’t know what had happened to it. I just know that somehow within the small amount of time that we’ve been together on this adventure that she’s let some of her wall break down.
“Me too.” I smile at her.
Vicky reaches over and gives me a hug when I go to pass her. I don’t think that I’ve had someone who’s wanted to hug me the way Vicky does in a long time.
“When did you know that you wanted to be a lesbian?” She asks me, letting me go so that I can grab a cup of coffee before it gets cold.
“When I was younger. I’d seen the way that my mother was treated by men. I mean, I didn’t want that going on for me. They say that the way you’re raised is the way that you’re going to turn out to be. I made sure that I wasn’t like her. I have a job. I have an apartment, I mean I share it, but that’s not the point. I pay my own bills.” I shake my head thinking about all the things that I do that my mother never did.
“You broke the cycle before it could truly start.” Vicky looks at me.
There’s pride in her eyes just from telling her a little bit about myself. It makes me feel good that someone’s proud of me.
“You?” I ask, if I have to talk a little bit about my past, I want her to do the same thing.
“I found out my freshmen year of high school. I didn’t care too much for the boys. I didn’t care too much for anyone. Moving around a lot tends to do that to you. I just wanted to find someone who would love me the way I love. I wasn’t going to get that from a man.” Vicky explains to me.
“So, you just knew.” I shrug my shoulders.
“Yeah, I just knew.” She grins at me, nodding her head.
It was nice to know that it was simple for her, considering her father’s troubled past and the things that she’s told me already.
“You’ve never been with a man at all?” I ask her.
“No. You?” She raises her eyebrows.
“No, I vowed that I would never give a man the chance to treat me like they treated my mother. She had to rely on a man. That’s not me. She w
as weak, I’m not weak.” I shake my head back and forth.
“From what I know of you I can see that you like to do things on your own. The way you took charge yesterday trying to find out how long we’re going to be here. Talking to Chad.” She rolls her eyes at me.
I laugh at her, shaking my head as I sit down at the table.
“Where is your mother now?” Vicky asks me.
“I don’t know. She takes off a few years at a time. She’s been doing that since I was eighteen. I hear from her one day and then she’s gone the next. She will call and tell me that she’s in town out of the blue and then I will see her a few days. It always happens that way. When she’s around I do spend time with her, I still believe that she’s going to get her life together, you know. I still go to the places that she rents just to find out that she’s checked-out.” I shrug my shoulders.
It’s not an easy topic for me to discuss and I know that I wouldn’t do this with anyone else. I don’t know why I openly tell Vicky so much about myself.
All I have to do is give her short answers when she asks me personal things. My heart won’t allow me to.
“Your mom?” I ask, trying to push the thoughts of the past away from me.
“Dead.” She whispers, turning her eyes away from mine and looking down into her almost empty coffee cup.
“I’m sorry.” I murmur to her.
“She’s been gone since I was eleven. Car accident.” She doesn’t say much about that and I don’t push her.
At least my mother is still alive that I know of.
“We’ve had hard lives that’s for sure. We are the only ones that can make it better for ourselves though.” I point out to her.
There’s no one that’s going to help us through this life to make us better. We have to do that on our own.
“We could do it together.” Vicky tells me.
I know what she’s talking about. Forget all about this trip and just go home. Get to know each other more. Hang out more.
“I want to see where this trip takes us. You can’t push your father off forever. I know that is one of the reasons that you don’t want to do this. You have to sooner or later.” I point out to her.
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